#he claims he has no idea whats going on and yet everyone’s plot is starting to connect to him skfjskdksks

[prettygiri222]

New Year New Me Us

Summary: your new year's resolution is to be done with your toxic ex, how long did it last?

Gojo Satoru x Black Reader PLOT + SMUT

“I don't want to keep doing this with you Satoru… we're done.” you managed out through hiccups. tears were streaming down your face from another pointless argument that started after your boyfriend came home from work. it became a constant and you finally reached your limit.

“...” Gojo bit back his tongue not wanting to say anything else that could hurt your feelings. but that ended up being the wrong idea. he watched in silence as you packed up your things.

you had a suitcase packed for a while now ready to leave but you couldn't do it. you and Gojo were high school sweethearts and he was your first everything. he was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, your first time, you met his parents and vice versa. so you didn't want to give up on him through a few hiccups. but it was too much now.

your friends, having witnessed the relationship from the beginning, watched how you slowly started hanging out with them less. your excuses went from “being out with your boyfriend" to “Toru says it's dangerous” to “Toru said it's too late” and lastly to “Toru said no.”

it was a shame seeing how you used to gush about the things Gojo has done and bought, to you not wanting his name to be mentioned during the few times you all got together so you could have a break from his draining antics.

with the New Year’s coming up at the end of the month they finally managed to convince you to dump him. you planned to participate in the new year tradition of eating twelve grapes under a table to hopefully invite a new love into your life, something healthy.

“bye Toru,” you didn’t look back once you reached the door. you had already steeled your resolve. you two were done for good. you heard him kiss his teeth behind you but he stayed quiet, burning holes into your back. he just followed you around the shared house that you were leaving to him since he was the one who bought it. you were going to stay at a friend's house till you got back on your feet.

“we're not done,” Gojo mumbled under his breath. you had already walked out the door so you didn’t hear him. he knew he wasn't acting as the best boyfriend right now but it was because everything was acting as a stressor in his life. and you were the only thing able to keep his piece.

but your friends were getting to your head and it pissed him off. always trying to take you out to parties and clubs. you were a good girl with a boyfriend at home so there was no point. that didn't stop him from attending though. your friends sent you pictures and videos of him at the same places he didn't want you going. 

when you brought it up he claimed that it was for business. since he's been in these places and as the owner of a few he knows the vibes and energy, “it's just single women dressing like sluts and horny men.” no place for his perfect housewife, although you were still his girlfriend by name. 

yet that’s exactly where Gojo had met you. it was at a mutual friend's house party and you were the one who came up to him. you had a huge crush on him back then, everyone did, he was a senior and you were a junior. after a few coolers and hushed whispers, your friends convinced you to go up to him. 

you stumbled over to him with your hips swaying to the music. he was in the corner standing up against the wall by himself nursing a red solo cup. once you were close enough his head snapped towards you, making you all flustered. he shot you a small smile wondering what a cutie like you was doing here. when you got back to your friends you were flaunting his number.

he was far from being done with you but for now, he was going to give you some space to clear your head.

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the different scents of musk, weed, vape, cologne and perfume both overwhelmed you and gave you a sense of comfort. it's been so long since you've been out with your girls, this was going to be a great way to bring in the new year. the music was vibrating through your body and the dark lights made way for a great ambiance. 

Gojo hadn’t left your mind since you broke up but he was at the forefront either. although you missed him at times and craved his presence you knew it was for the best. but tonight you had forgotten about him completely.

tonight you were dressed to impress. you adorned a honey blonde wig with big bouncy curls and a black satin jumpsuit that exposed part of your chest. you couldn't wear a bra with it so you wore some pasties to prevent a nip slip.

to avoid drama and actually spend some time together you and your gals had pre-booked a booth. as well as a table so you could participate in the new year tradition to bring in love as your friend snuck in some grapes. the alcoholic taste of casamigos burned your throat as you all took shot after shot. feeling your body and brain slowly begin to numb. 

it was a blur how you all got to the dance floor but bodies were rubbing and bumping against each other. you were whining, shaking ass, popping and locking and even threw some legwork into the mix. you and your girls were having the time of your life without the presence of any men, except for the occasional guy who came up behind one of y'all.

Gojo watched you with a frown face as you had fun in his establishment. you knew he owned a few clubs but he never told you the names not wanting you to stop by. little did you think you would waltz right in. it was the new club that was making a name for itself around the city that your friends decided on.

Gojo knew you were going to be out partying with your girls on the new year so he told his men to be on the lookout. once the bouncer let y'all in he alerted Gojo of your whereabouts. Gojo had pictures of you plastered all around his office, it would've been hard for his men not to notice you. 

anger coursed through his body watching as you let men come up and dance behind you. this was the exact reason he didn't want you coming to these kinds of places. though you rejected every advance to take it further it still had him seething. in his eyes you were still taken.

he took deep breaths to calm himself. if he wanted to win you over he was going to have to play nice. Geto, his best friend and right-hand man, gave him some advice, if he wanted to win you back he was going to have to show some growth. so that meant not snapping at every little thing.

and he was trying, it was so hard watching as you bounced around the club with your tits spilling out of your one-piece. how could you not feel the breeze? but he knew if he went down to the floor, picked you up in front of all your friends and took you home so he could fuck you until all you remember was his name you would be pissed. 

but it was hard. he was stone-cold sober so he could have a clear head when you two talked. anytime he came down to his clubs he was always high, he couldn't stand being around these types of people. most of the time he left it to Geto but when he had to present he was fried out of his mind.

“man fuck this shit,” Gojo's last straw was watching you giggle when another man slapped your ass when you bent over to twerk. he stormed out of his booth and towards you. the crowd parted at the sight of a 6 '4 pissed off heavily tattooed man storming through.

you oblivious to his presence kept on. “it’s the speaker knockerz,” the throwback song blared on the speakers, of course you had to show out.

“e-excuse me!” before you could get into the song a strong grip found your arm. you stumbled as it dragged you out of the crowd. your eyes trailed the body, the hand was attached to see who it was ready to scream at them. ice rushed through your veins upon seeing a familiar tattoo, you only knew one man with red lips tattooed to his neck with your signature underneath. “Toru…”

he didn't say anything but his grip on you loosened. you wanted to pull your arm out of his grip and head back to your friends but your heart panged at the sight of your ex-boyfriend. the clock projected behind the DJ's booth read 11:20. you should have time to sort this mess and say your goodbyes before the new year, right?

deciding to give him his last chance of the year you followed him to the back of the club and into the elevator. his hold on your arm hesitantly slipped down to your hand where he held his breath. he was testing the waters to see how you would react.

you did not pay it any mind, too busy collecting your thoughts. how did Gojo find you? you had a month of no contact and had him blocked and removed from every social you had. he didn't follow any of your friends so how did he know where you were?

the silence left you time to realize where you were, this place was one of his clubs. you sighed in embarrassment. you've heard him on the phone talking about closing a deal on a new place but you didn’t connect the dots. Gojo kept you in the dark about his line of work, not wanting you to get involved.

DING! the elevator reached the top floor and Gojo exited first with you slowly following behind, scoping out the place. he led the way to a door where two men dressed in uniform stood taller than him. “Sir.” they greeted him before turning to you, “Ma'am.”

“I don't care if the building is going up in flames, do. not. interrupt us,” Gojo spat out. they just nodded and opened the door. you raised your carefully threaded brows in shock. Gojo gestured for you to enter first which you did, uncertain to where this would lead.

you looked around the vast room stunned, it had a luxurious interior design. there were pictures of you and Gojo decorating the room. it was a lot but not enough to the point it was worrying but romantic. it's been a month since you last saw each other so he should have taken them down by now. but he didn't.

the room was thick with tension, no one wanted to make the first move. you, afraid to be on the receiving end of his anger and him, not wanting to say the wrong thing. 

“...princess, can you please look at me?” there he goes with that sweet nickname that made your knees feel like they were melting. when he used his charm he was irresistible to you. you loved it when he was sweet, it's how he wooed you in the first place.

but it no longer affected you, you've been focusing on yourself this past month. so no way were you going to let him back in with a few sugar-coated words. that's what you believed until you turned around and your resolve quickly depleted.

Gojo stood with his regular hunch in his back but he still managed to tower over you. he was wearing leather pants and a short-sleeve button-up that showed off his arm tattoos and gave a glimpse of the one on his chest, with a single chain decorating his neck. his hair was tousled back with a few strands falling out in the front. he looked really good, but you weren’t going to fold.

“Satoru…” a gasp caught in your throat when you looked up to see his bright blue eyes. they were swollen with eye bags underneath, a tell that he hadn’t been able to get enough sleep. god knows when the last time you two had slept separately before the breakup, always snuggled close. he hadn't had a proper sleep since you left.

“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of late and I truly did not mean to take it out on you but c’mon you see how your friends get in these types of places.” Gojo exasperated, gesturing to the door. you frowned, if this was his attempt at reconciling with you he was going about it the wrong way. “you're better than this.”

“from what I remember I'm single and in your club so I'm just as bad as those girls you see,” this time it was Gojo who was frowning. his club was such a nice place with good music and food, there were lots of security and friendly female bartenders who made you feel safe. it was such a shame he wanted to keep you from it.

“you know that's not what I meant…” he shook his head looking down at your revealing outfit. suddenly uncomfortable in your outfit you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“so what did you mean?” the both of you stood in silence. he bit his tongue to hold back from saying something slick. you took his silence for the nonchalance he liked to flaunt. you sighed at the realization that he hadn’t changed in the time you were apart. there was no point in wasting any more time with him.

you moved to walk past him. “where are you going?” he asked, moving to block your path. you rolled your eyes at his advance.

“to be a whore-”

“don’t be like that, you know shit-” you could see how hard Gojo was racking his brain to find the right answers. your heart swelled a little, maybe he did have a change of heart. “you know how I struggle to find the right words.” 

Gojo was right, in this relationship, he always used his actions to show you just have much he cherished you acts of service and gifting giving being his main love language. he would go out of his way to open every door for you, he loved indulging you in your stuffie obsessions, buying ones he thought you would think were cute, a few even having his voice in them, and he pays for everything, clothes, nails, hair and makeup. 

when you fall asleep in his car after a late night drive he would pick you up and bring you to the room without waking you and complete your skincare so you wouldn’t wake up with pimples. he would surprise you with gifts after you completed strenuous tasks. and his exquisitely planned date nights he went all out for every Friday night. 

he took your stillness as you contemplated his previous actions as a chance, “give me consent,” you looked at him in surprise as if he had just shot you. he wanted to fuck? that’s how he planned to apologize to you? “give me consent and I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

“no.” you bluntly stated, visibly upset. after all these years this was how he viewed you, an object of sexual desire. you held yourself as you shivered at the thought, it made you feel disgusting. this was not how you wanted to start your 2024.

“I promise you you won’t regret it,” he picked up your chin so you could look him in the eye. you could tell he was serious about it, his eyes glazed over. but there was so much yearning in his eyes as he looked at you. “just say our safeword and I’ll stop, no hard feelings.”

butterflies you didn’t know you were holding erupted in your stomach at his gesture. you felt like your high school self again. getting all nervous when he would rest his hands on your thigh while he drove. 

“...ok, one last time...” you couldn’t help but already break your new year resolution and give in to his charming antics. and it wasn’t the alcohol clouding your judgment, that was just the effect Gojo had on you. whether it was a good or bad thing.

you found yourself pressed against his wooden desk with his hands wrapped around the sides of your neck pushing himself closer to you. your lips were captured in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. you moaned deeply into his mouth feeling him slurp and pull on your tongue. each caress sent waves of tingles to your neglected pussy.

his hands gently roamed your body, down your neck to grope at your breasts before they found a place at the curve of your hips. Gojo felt you rutting against the leg he placed between the both of yours. temporarily breaking the kiss he rested his forehead against yours to watch you get off on his thigh. he couldn’t feel you through the thick leather material of his pants but he knew you were wet. 

the way you move your hips against him was sinful. you had the motion of water pushing and pulling of water at the beach. the material of your jumpsuit was so thin the roughness of Gojo’s pants was enough to stimulate your clit. he grew hard just looking at you.

returning to your lips he could taste all the liquor you consumed throughout the night mixing with the fruity taste of your lip gloss. he devoured your lips this time, nipping at them as he swallowed your moans. when you struggled to keep up with his kisses stopped. 

he peppered kisses down your neck relving in the way you were so responsive and sensitive to his touch. you went from having constant sex to being celibate for a month, so you were definitely feeling it. 

“Toru…” you whined. you didn't have time for all of this. you wanted to get back to your friends before the countdown. not to mention you were going to have to clean up.

“I know baby, but lemme take my time with you,” once his kisses reached your chest he pulled back. he slipped the satin off your shoulder exposing your perky breasts that sat nicely without the help of a bra. “I didn't get to tell you earlier but you looked gorgeous today.”

the honest look in his eyes told you he was speaking the truth and not just wanting to get into your pants. it had you feeling all mushy inside. “thank you,” you shyly muttered.

he peeled off the pasties covering your nipples and dropped them on the floor fully exposing your brown tits and dark brown nipples. he quickly busied himself sucking on one while he fondled the other. he soon switched sides not wanting to neglect the other.

you were so uncomfortably wet. you could feel how your thong stuck to your cunt, your wetness seeping through your jumpsuit and dampening Gojo's pants. you arched into his mouth desperate for more.

“yea, I hear you,” Gojo stood up shifting his dick in his jeans. the tightness of his pants was insufferable but his focus was on you right now. he had to make sure you knew how he felt. 

he unbuttoned his shirt with haste not wanting to be apart from you for too long, revealing his cut abs and carefully trimmed happy tail. you took the chance to remove the rest of your jumpsuit and heels as well. clothes were strewn across the room without a second thought. 

he licked a long stripe from the middle of your chest and up your throat before finding his lips against yours. how he missed this, how he missed you. he picked you up and placed you on the desk, your bare pussy leaking onto the wood.

“need you now,” you whined, breaking away from the kiss. you looked into his blue eyes with your dark brown ones, both dilated but his were more noticeable. he hissed seeing your swollen lips and already fucked out face.

“I gotta stretch you out baby,” Gojo was big and thick. it was always a bit painful when you tried to take him without it claiming you were a big girl. but the stretch was so delicious, it had your nails scraping against his back. “haven't taken my dick in a while.”

he picked one of your legs and held it up by the back of your knee so he could have easier access. he collected the wetness seeping from your pussy and spread it all around your lips. coating you in your own fluids. “stop teasing me Toru,” you were so whiny tonight.

you let out a pleased moan when he finally slipped one of his fingers into your tight hole. he smiled down at where his fingers disappeared into your dark folds watching as you bucked your hips wanting more. when he tried inserting the second one it struggled to get past your ring of muscles. 

“relax,” he whispered. his warm breath fanned your face only inches away from your lips. your tightness proved to him that you hadn't seen anyone during your little break and he revelled in it. it meant he didn't have to pay anyone a little visit after.

“ok” panted out. you had to will yourself to relax, the little bit of stimulation was already overwhelming. you hadn't been able to even touch yourself in the month you were single out of respect for your roommate. so when he added another finger you lost it, feeling them nudge at your insides. when you started to clench around his fingers he knew you were ready. to your disappointment, he pulled out.

“oh hush” Gojo heard you whimper, he was going to give you what you really wanted. he unbuckled his belt and let out a sigh of relief. he felt like he was going to burst, his tight pants were cutting off the circulation of his dick. when he pulled out his dick it was flushed an angry red. he smeared your wetness on his tip, jerking himself a little. 

this time he laid you flat on his desk knocking off the paper and items he had on it with no care in the world, both of your legs rested on his shoulders. his ice-blue eyes were fixed upon your beautiful self, there was no way he could lose you. you were flawless in his eyes.

from your natural hair that he loved when you rocked to your brightly coloured and styled wigs. your aesthetic that seemed to be ever-changing from Y2K to coquette to bohemian to baddie to alt when you felt like it. the way you never failed to take his breath away with or without makeup. your body that looked amazing no matter what you wore and how it fit so perfectly against him.

but nothing made his day more than when he would come home from a stressful day and be greeted by your pearly white smile. someday it would be the smell of your home-cooked meals that greeted him first followed by you in a little apron only in your underwear claiming it gets too hot when you cook and he could feel the tension melt from his body.

“mhm,” you both moaned at the same time. Gojo intertwined his fingers with yours beside your head at the same time he pushed the tip of his dick into your stretched hole. you were so wet that he slid in with ease. his dick spreading the inside of your pussy as he pushed deeper into you feeling your wet warmth suffocating wrap around him.

“missed this, missed you Toru,” you blabbed, already drunk off his cock. Gojo was giving it to you slowly and deeply, he was making love to you. his hips were moving at a tamed pace making sure his tip kissed your sweet spot at the end of every thrust. he wanted to make sure he was consuming all five of your senses. and that he was all you knew leaving you no room to question his desire for you.

“yea?” Gojo was trying so hard to maintain his composure but he was about to go crazy. how could you try and keep this from him? try and leave him? Gojo maintained eye contact with you watching as you grew shy under the sheer intensity of his gaze. “gonna be my sweet little housewife again? let me put a ring on it so you won’t be able to leave me so easily.” 

“mhm,” you closed your eyes, a soft moan leaving your mouth. you heard his first question clearly but you didn’t want to give him the answer to avoid ruining the mood. you felt your orgasm slowly approach, there was that growing feeling in your lower stomach that had you grinding up against him. “I’m close Toru,”

Gojo frowned at how you so blatantly ignored his confession. he kept up his pace watching the in-between of your brows crease as you focused on the building sensation. your moans switched over to mewls as you drew closer. but he felt a pang in his heart, the anger from earlier begun to simmer under his skin again.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” Gojo already knew the answer. he could feel the way your soaking cunt pulsated around him. you could only nod overwhelmed, your eyes were still screwed shut. it pissed him off how you were getting off on him while he was suffering. he roughly grabbed your chin and forced it up. “and look at me when you do.” 

“oh god,” you lost it at the command, barely able to open your eyes as it hit you like a truck. you cried out, feeling the building sensation burst. he let out a groan feeling your juices gush around his dick. 

“it’s not god princess, it’s me.” you could tell Gojo was angry now. he always snapped at the littlest of things when he was. his last straw was when you squeezed your eyes closed again, shaking from pleasure. you just weren’t listening tonight and it pissed him off to no end. Gojo didn’t say anything else as he turned you around, you were now stomach flat on his desk while your ass hung off.

“wait Satoru! what time is it?” you attempted to get up from his desk in a panic but his strong palm kept you down. what about the new year and your friends? he pushed his tongue against to cheek, you were trying to leave him again.

“oh, so you get to cum and I don’t and when you want answers you get them, is that right? you know that’s not how things work around here princess.” Gojo tried to keep his voice smooth but after years of knowing him, you could hear how he strained. “it’s my turn now so keep still.”

Gojo didn’t give you a chance to talk back, he inserted his slick-coated dick back into your gaping hole. there was no resistance this time allowing him to bottom about almost immediately. a gasp was forced out of your mouth with how rough he was being. you should have been used to it but you weren’t. 

“you don’t love me anymore?” his eyes darkened at the thought. no way in hell was he ever going to let you leave him. you were his little sunshine,  he wouldn’t know what to do with himself without you. he grabbed the front of your neck pulling you back into his chest so he could whisper in your ear, “you must’ve found someone else if you can’t even look at me anymore.”

“I didn’t,” you whined out. this new angle allowed him to reach deeper. you struggled on your tippy toes to maintain it while his cock plunged deep into your cervix, bullying it. tears began to well in your eyes, “Toru, it hurts.” 

“so say it then. say our safeword and I’ll stop,” this was Gojo’s attempt at provoking you. he knew it hurt, with the way your hips jerked after every hit. but he knew that you were feeling good. your moans were high-pitched and caught in your throat and your pussy was oozing more liquid than usual, it was running down both of your thighs.

you bite your lip. your safeword was at the tip of your tongue. if you said it you knew Gojo would stop no matter how angry he was. then maybe you could go back down to the club and ring in the new year with your girls. but you couldn’t.

your head dropped against his shoulder as you let out loud cries. if the guards didn’t hear you before they must be able to hear you know. the wooden desk rattled under you at the force of his thrusts. the ceiling of his office was nothing more than a blur at this point, your tears stuck to your lashes and clouded your vision.

“so why are you trying to leave me, pretty girl?” Gojo wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks. acting all nice and sweet as if he isn't bullying your cunt as he speaks. he relished in the way you were becoming putty in his hands.

“I already told yo-” he cut you off delivering an unexpected strike against your g-spot. “Toru!”

“told me what?” he was acting dense. while he kept his tattooed hand around your throat the other picked up your leg so he could change the angle of his thrust at will. he was alternating between hitting your cervix and g-spot. 

“oh fuck” you cried out. you felt your climax approaching at an alarming rate. you weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. the one leg you still had on the floor shook as you struggled to keep your balance and from pleasure. “I’m close.”

“what were you saying before?” Gojo purposely slowed down his thrust to draw out your whines, missing both of your spots with his shallow thrusts. you were going to be his again by the end of the night.

“nothing!!” you cried out pathetically. you reached out behind you to grab his back for some balance. but you still shook pathetically feeling as though you were about to burst. Gojo felt his balls swell at the sight of you all fucked out from him. 

“so we’re back together again?” Gojo asked already knowing the answer. he fucked you dumb, turning you into his little doll who said yes when he asked. it was so cute when you got like this. you hated orgasm denial so he used it as a punishment when you weren’t listening. you would do anything to cum. “you’re gonna let me put a ring on your finger, have you be my real wife?”

“yes! whatever you want!” you babbled. Gojo immediately picked up the pace, your sopping cunt was so wet that his dick was just gliding in and out of you. it was the end after that, your climax hit you harder than the last time, your toes curling in. your eyes focused on a dark spot on the ceiling as you let it all out, soaking Gojo’s dick. you could barely hold yourself up, “I’m cuming Toru!”

“Shit, me too princess” it didn’t take much for Gojo to cum after you. with the way your warm pussy wrapped around him and the liquid that trickled down his dick he couldn’t help but release inside of you. stuffing your insides with his thick load of hot cum.

after you both calmed down after your intense orgasms he set you down on his desk. he checked the time on his wristwatch seeing that it was now way past midnight, “happy new year, my love. may we see many more.”

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[onigiri-yuuta]

Movie Night with (some of) the JJK guys!

Featuring! : Gojo Satoru, Yūji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yūta Okkotsu

Note! : Hi guys I had this idea in bed last night :P I hope you guys like this! Sorry for not including the older guys (except gojo) I literally do not know what to write for them :( Ignore grammar mistakes, my English is dying these days <3

Gojo Satoru

I feel like he's gonna be SUPER annoying.

Keeps on talking throughout the movie.

Passes comments on how the the protagonist could've done something else in the respective scene, or how they should've acted in some situation.

Scoffs when something bad happens saying everyone saw it coming.

Pretends to be the greatest movie critic out there.

Absolutely says he could've done a better job.

Asks you what you think about him being an actor.

Has huge jumpscares during horror movies but totally acts cool about it.

But he cannot escape your teasing after he actually screeches like a banshee.

Finishes whatever snack you choose for yourself after he finishes his.

Gojo also devours the whole popcorn bowl while ranting on about how bad the movie is.

Will tell you that your taste in movies sucks, and then laugh.

May or may not stop if you glare at him <3

Yūji Itadori

He's a sweetheart okay :(((

Since he's watched basically every movie ever, poor baby has a hard time not spoiling it for you.

You're sitting there biting your nails in anticipation, and then out of nowhere Yūji is like "Is it the part where…" and that makes you want to pull your hair out.

Is genuinely sorry for spoiling the movie for you, but you sigh and tell him it's okay as long as it won't happen again.

It happens again <3

Though a rare occurrence, if it's a movie he hasn't watched yet, he'd be super invested.

Like he's so quiet you forget he's beside you.

Unintentionally eats all your snacks in the heat of the moment and only realises it when he puts his hand in the bowl and grabs nothing.

Is sincerely sorry again.

Offers to go make you snacks, or sprint to the other end of the city to bring you whatever he chowed down.

You assure him it's fine <3.

Oh also, if the movie has a sequel (or if you're watching some drama with him), he totally convinces you to watch the next one.

Binge watches everything with you until the both of you notice the sunlight peeping out from the closed blinds.

Feels bad about making you stay up all night, but it's okay as long as you tell him it's fine!

Megumi Fushiguro

Super quiet throughout the movie.

You have to check on him to make sure he isn't asleep, but you find his eyes glued to the screen, extremely concentrated.

Though he does occasionally share his thoughts on the scene with you.

Is actually the one who prepared the snacks beforehand (because he knows everything about you <3).

Will share his snack with you if you keep on staring at whatever he has in his hand.

If you ask him to bring you something from the kitchen, it'll take some convincing.

Though when he gives in, he asks you to stop the movie and not watch it while he's gone.

Even though it's literally a few seconds, he thinks anything crucial to the plot could happen.

I think if he's too interested, he'd ask you to play the sequel/next episode.

Unlike Yūji though, he stops after a few episodes because he starts feeling tired.

Convinces you to go to sleep as well saying he'll watch the rest with you later.

Toge Inumaki

OKAY SO!

You decide to watch some horror movie with him.

Scoffs and acts like the bravest human being out there.

Claims he's played Silent Hills and FNAF, so nothing scares him now.

That's a big fat lie.

Is clinging on to you throughout the movie.

Has the biggest jumpscare when something pops up unexpectedly.

You get scared too, but when you realise his reaction you burst out laughing.

Whines when you tease him about it, but it's just SO funny.

If you're watching something normal, he's going to note down points he wants to discuss with you later.

Or just notes down his review of the movie.

Also eats up everything and is not sorry about it.

Though if you get upset he apologises and quickly runs to the kitchen and brings everything he finds.

Like Yūji, makes you watch every season or every sequel till morning.

Again, is absolutely not sorry about making you stay up the whole night.

Thinks it was totally worth it.

Offers to cuddles you to sleep, but you tell him you aren't used to this "gamer" routine.

Gets offended and goes to sleep without you <33

Just kidding!! Or am I?

Makes it up to you by doing your chores for the day.

Might also bring you a small gift since he feels bad for messing up your routine.

You tell him it's fine but still he promises cuddles to help you sleep even better!

He's a troll but he's a sweet guy <3

Yūta Okkotsu

Another sweetheart :((

You should make him watch Studio Ghibli movies with you.

It's either that he'll cry eventually, or he'll love them so much, he's going to ask you to watch them with him ten thousand times.

But anyways!

Asks SO many questions.

Thinks that his questions are bothering you, but you tell him it's fine because if he doesn't ask, he won't understand what's happening.

If you're watching some suspense movie, he's going to get so frustrated.

Has his arms crossed and his gaze is fixed on whatever is happening inside the screen.

Is totally bewildered when something he didn't expect happens.

Like his jaw literally drops and turns to look at you in shock.

You think it's cute <3

Unfazed by horror movies, Rika had scared him enough for him to be like this <3

Takes mental notes if you're watching something romantic.

He sees the most corniest thing and then thinks that he should try it out with you someday.

Aww that's so sweet <3

Barely eats anything throughout the session.

Only eats when you offer him something because he'd forgotten about the snacks.

Yes I love him okay bye <3

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tell us about the royals au!!! (im on my knees. please.)

Ohhhhh my friend you have started me on a RANT I hope you’re ready!!!

I don’t know that I’ll ever actually write it so I’m not too worried about spoilers, and the wonderful people in my dms (which are still open btw) bouncing ideas with me are always going to come up with great ideas so I’m putting WIP in big red letters, things are subject to change! But for now, some ideas. Most of what I have will be under the cut, but if you want to know more about a specific part/have any questions please I’d love to chat :D will link to the art/posts I have so far!

(In this au I’ve been referring to Neil as Nathaniel at first and then Abram (hello names as a plot device), and everyone else right now is some version of their name)

Kevin and Nathaniel were raised at Evermore castle, Kevin to be in direct competition to Riko/see which of them might claim the throne (not thought out yet), and Nathaniel as the Moriyama’s attack dog, born and raised to take his father’s place as such. The two never met in person, but Nathaniel knows and recognizes Day because of course he does, and Day knows the name Wesninski means a very, very dangerous person. Essentially the top assassin on the continent.

But as we do, Day decides he can’t/won’t handle the treatment anymore, whatever the last straw may be, and runs off to Palmetto in a kind of desperate chase of the stories his mother used to tell him when he was little. He knew she loved that kingdom. Somehow he finds Wymack - the twin’s royal advisor - or Wymack finds him, and once Wymack realizes who this kid is and has reason to believe he’s not here on Evermore business, he puts Day’s incredible talent and training as a tactician/commander to work as his pupil.

Meanwhile Nathaniel is still at Evermore, mistreated and learning from his own failures and mistakes until he’s nearly as good as his father at the family business.

I don’t know how long Nathaniel plans it, but he either plays the part for long enough or his skill is so undeniable that when the Moriyamas have plans for the Palmetto Kingdom, they send him and one other accomplished fighter to kill the king. Nathaniel goes quietly and decides he’s not coming back if he can help it.

So instead of killing the young king, Nathaniel’s panic has him turn on his partner at the very last second, stopping them just before they can get to the king. He takes them somewhere far away and does what he does best, leaving no one to report back to the Moriyamas. From then on it’s a waiting game to see how long the family will wait before they send someone after him.

Day’s followed them, and Nathaniel turns around from the body and sees this man he hasn’t seen in years, alive and safe away from Evermore. It’s as elating as it is crushing - because Day heard his partner call him by name, and there is no way Day will ever let a Wesninski walk away alive. Not if he knows what’s good for all of them.

Except Day doesn’t kill him, even when Nathaniel asks him to. (Better Day than Riko, Nathaniel knew that even when they were all stuck at Evermore). Instead, he takes Nathaniel back to the twins/Wymack, gives him a little bread, and they sit until he can pry out an explanation. (See the comic of this first meeting here.)

Day and Nathaniel spend most of their time together because Day refuses to let Nathaniel out of his or Wymack’s sight until he proves not a threat to the royal family, which proves an issue because between Andrew’s rotation of personal guards (he never gets along with them well enough that they stay/aren’t fired) Day is Andrew’s guard, which sometimes means Nathaniel is stuck a lot closer than Day would like. But after a long, long time, Day and Wymack decide Nathaniel was serious about the whole “runaway” thing and isn’t playing spy (maybe there’s some dramatic event/Nathaniel protecting a twin that convinces them or maybe it’s just a lot of little things over time). Andrew, after a rough spat with the latest guard, is again in need of a new one. Finally Day just asks “is there ANYONE you could possibly pretend to get along with that can do the job” and Andrew knows Nathaniel is dangerous he just doesn’t know exactly how or why (but oh he is curious) so maybe he just straight up says. “Wesninski.” And Day has to go “…. Fine.”

So boom. They knew each other superficially before, but now Andrew and Nathaniel are spending most of their time together and miraculously - no arguments. No spats. Day thanks the gods there’s no physical altercations (that’s probably what got the last guard fired so quick). Nathaniel is just a mystery with shady ability to tell the truth and Andrew can’t help his curiosity. Good old fashioned andreil :D

From here the timeline becomes essentially nonexistent, I have no idea when these things happen in relation to each other but so far they’re all things I like and want to include!

1) there’s plenty of games and competitions at Palmetto, we love a good tussle, and Nathaniel usually does quite well - he’s not good at playing fair, but his underhanded methods are not technically illegal and usually he can use his preferred weapon - dagger rather than sword. He does well except for the one time an opponent accidentally says/does something that was constantly said or done to Nathaniel while “training” at Evermore, and he comes back to Andrew and the tent he watched from in the beginning of a panic attack. Andrew doesn’t know anything about Nathaniel’s past at this point, but he knows a panic attack when he sees one. In trying to talk him through it, Andrew realizes that yes Nathaniel is scared of being hurt, but he’s more afraid of hurting others. Nathaniel won’t let Andrew call him by name, he flinches every time Andrew says it. After, Andrew asks what he should call him instead, and Nathaniel finally asks to be called Abram.

2) Balls! Masquerades! Abram doesn’t have many outfits, he wears the regular issued uniform to every event. Andrew will not stand for this. Abram always wears clothes that cover him fully, which is fine, Andrew can work with that. He’s still seen Abram in a tight shirt or two. So he commissions one of the most knowledgeable people in the court (we’re thinking it might be Allison, she’s a noble but she’s great with textiles/embroidery/etc) and gets Abram a new outfit. It still covers him, its still protective material, but it looks better. (Find Abram in a corset here). Andrew handles it totally normal and rational in his head when he sees Abram actually wearing it of course.

3) Day probably assumes for a little while that Andrew and Abram have got a more or less normal guard/charge relationship, even thinking it’s slightly antagonistic considering this is Andrew we’re talking about. (This doesn’t fit the timeline, but here’s a mini comic of one of Day’s misunderstandings hehe)

4) king Aaron! He became king at 18/20/whatever age we decide this universe deems old enough because he is in fact the elder twin here. I imagine their parents have both been dead and gone for at least a few years at this point. Dan is Aaron’s guard and she and Abram hit it off great as coworkers and friends. More on the uncertainty of the twins backstory later. (Drawings of Aaron and his queen Katelyn here!)

5) the angst. The Moriyamas should have heard from the Wesninski boy months ago - something somewhere went wrong. So, naturally, they go to collect their property. If they get away with it, we can imagine how it goes. What I don’t know is if the twins, Day, and Wymack know for sure he was kidnapped or if they have a little nagging in the back of their head that wonders if he’s only run away from the castle or if he’s run back to Evermore with everything he’s learned.

When he’s recovered, Day doesn’t let Andrew too close too often for a while. If Abram forgets where is for even a second too long - waking up from a nightmare, having a flashback - it’s long enough for it to be fatal to whoever might get too close to Abram. It’s already almost proved fatal for Andrew, after Abram played normal so well that Andrew let it slip - he forgot Abram was taken back to Evermore for them to finish making him into a thoughtless weapon, and they’d nearly succeed. He wakes Abram too quickly and ends up extremely lucky Abram recognizes both his voice and the way Andrew didn’t call him ‘Nathaniel’ or ‘Wesninski’. There’s really a huge amount to possibly be covered about this point so I won’t go into detail here - but if you like hurt/comfort you know where to find me 👀

6) the biggest thing we haven’t figured out is Andrew. Either he was kidnapped at a young age and only recovered in his teens, or the elder King Minyard didn’t much care for his second son. Though I’ve always liked the idea of Mr. Minyard being a good man who died shortly before the twins’ birth and their mother just couldn’t handle the grief or knowing that the twins look like him. Anyway a lot of the twins’ issues after both of their parents are dead are the advisors or other people around them that try to take advantage of their youth and inexperience for their own gain, without realizing that both Aaron and Andrew have had to grow up much too fast, each for their own reasons. They can usually see right past the tricks. It’s why they both trust Wymack so much - he’s one of the few adults that are truly there to help them, and not make decisions for them.

Im sure there’s more I missed, but this is long enough as it is lol. People have asked about the Trojans/Jean in this au, and I’d love to include them! My brain’s instinctive response is that Jeremy is some sort of high end noble/royal of a faraway kingdom, and Jean (always last to leave the nest, im so sorry baby) somehow gets over there, but I don’t have an idea of his or anyone else’s roles yet. Renee could even still have a hand in him getting there if we really want.

So I’m still writing snippets and drawing over here lol but i promise I don’t bite if you want to talk :D

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His Sunflower

Chapter 3 :3

Cw/TW// Drugs, stalking (for good reason), alcohol, manipulation, taking advantage of, plotting, implied murder, talk of death

"Let me take a bat to his head," Coriolanus stated, sitting at the table of the Plinth residence. Sunni had been charmed by Festus to come study at his place with Arachne and Clemensia, but that didn't relax either of the boys. It was Festus, he could try something without knowing.

"We can't commit murder yet, Coryo," Sej replied, shaking his head no as he threw his satchel on the table.

"You can't, I can and will," the bleach blonde corrected, unbuttoned his blazer and draped it back on the chair he sat on.

"No," Sejanus replied, leaning against the counter.

"Ugh, fine, what do you suppose we do?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

Sejanus pondered his question for a moment before a grin slowly started to appear on his face. "You took photography in middle school, right?"

"Yeah?" Coryo responded, a little puzzled as to where Sejanus was going with this.

"Still got the camera?"

"Grandma'am has it packed somewhere in the apartment, but yeah," He confirmed with a slow nod, beginning to realize what Sejanus was wanting him to do.

"Get it out, and we can pretend we're taking pictures of the scenery around Sunni and Festusnto drive a wedge between them. Sunni may be a little dense, and I say that with love, but if anything, she's loyal to family. So if Festus vents to her about me, she'll drop him faster than you can say supercalifragisticespiallidocious!" Sejanus was red in the face when he said the last word, having started rapid speaking—something he picked up as a kid when he was super excited about an idea he had.

"Never say that word again," He grumbled, glaring into Sejanus' eyes with his icy stare.

"Sorry-"

As the boys were plotting, Sunni was in awe of the Creed mansion. It was bigger than the Plinth one and covered head to toe in marble architecture. She was looking around it, in total shock. It was better than she could've imagined, especially after hearing about how so many families lost wealth after the First Rebellion in History.

"Jeez, Festus, your estate is amazing," She breathed out, looking up at him as he continued to have his arm wrapped around her shoulders as if he was claiming her as his girl. But Sunni thought it was just a nice gesture, a way of comfort as if to say, "It's okay, you'll love it here."

"Ah, this is nothing. You should see Clemensia's and Arachne's—they have the best estates in all of the Academy. Their homes are where we, the Seniors of Panem Academy, have the best parties. All kinds of beers, wines, and even a little bit of drugs to try. Only if you're ballsy enough to try them at least," Festus mused, taking joy in seeing Sunni's eyes light up with excitement.

"That sounds awesome!! Not the underage drugs or drinking, but the parties themselves," She clarified as he led the girls to the library to "study".

"Oh, Sunni, you've never drank?" Arachne inquired, looking at the youngest senior. Sunni shook her head no, a serious look in her eyes. But with how much of an innocent face and look in her eyes she had, no one in the group took her seriously.

"Oh no, never! My auntie always says never to kill your body with that stuff. A little sip here and there for political parties, but never drink it all willy-nilly," Sunni explained, looking at Arachne as everyone sat down at one of the tables. Festus stayed beside her, his arm still around Sunni.

"And does your aunt tell you the same about drugs like cocaine and ecstasy?" Clemensia asked as everyone pulled out their work.

"No, my ma does cause drugs are what took out my pa," Sunni answered.

The group looked at Sunni in shock. They hadn't expected that to fall from her lips but quickly collected themselves.

Then, an idea hit Festus. If Sunni didn't have her dad, she didn't have anyone to really warn her about men who'd taken advantage of her innocence and naivety.

He started to think of how he'd be able to get her to trust him over Sejanus. After all, he had to drive a wedge between the two somehow, and substances were just the answer.

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[shanbinswf]

COINCIDENCE — kim younghoon [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

pairing: coworker younghoon x afab reader

genre: mild angst, mild fluff, smut (mdni)

plot: younghoon didn’t take kindly to your claims of war both inside work, and outside. so when your boss plans a trip out for your teams, you decide to wage another war against younghoon which ended as it always did—you in his bed to stroke his bruised ego.

wc: 3200

warnings under the cut.

warnings: mild hints at dom/sub dynamics, reader is a bit bitchy sometimes, mild mentions of spanking, mild hint at choking if you squint, undetailed but definite smut, unprotected sex, mild swearing, younghoon calls reader a bitch and a brat.

TO SAY KIM YOUNGHOON WAS NOT THE BANE OF YOUR EXISTENCE WOULD BE A LIE.

The second your stats at work became better than his and all the customers gave you glowing reviews, all of a sudden his stats became doubled and he managed to win the tally once again—and sometimes even employee of the week up to three times in a row.

The cocky smirk he gave when the paper was placed on his desk alongside the box of cheap yet very delectable chocolates was worth a good slap in his face, you liked to silently claim—a threat you never followed through with, sadly.

But somehow, each time anger began to overcome you even at the littlest of his actions, you found yourself drinking one too many shots of tequila or glasses of wine, and you more often than not awoke to find yourself naked in his bed once again.

It was the second week in a row he had won employee of the week as of recent months, and it was really starting to grip your shit. You wanted to scream, rip the paper up, throw the contents of his desk across the room… But you could never be caught slipping—you had to keep your composure and act like every claim of war meant nothing to you. But inside your chest, a burning fire was raging with the need to escape, slowly consuming you.

And that fire only burned brighter and hotter when your boss revealed he was taking everyone in the office out for a summer trip, to try and decompress after the stressful week your had all faced.

“Everyone has been working really hard lately, and so I managed to talk the big bosses into letting us take a team break next weekend. We’re going to go to this cabin place with a pool, and we can have a nice BBQ…” Your team leader’s voice trailed off as you zoned out, your eyes focusing back on your computer as you rushed to complete typing out the very long and important email to one of your customers.

You sat at your desk, which was opposite to Younghoon’s. You leant up on your chair once you finished your email’s first draft, eyeing your boss (who stood behind Younghoon) with narrowed eyes. You were suspicious as your workplace had busier weeks before and they never cared about the workplace moral or never once offered your team a break to decompress.

But you soon shrugged the suspicions away. You decided to just go with the flow. What was the use in worrying over something that was meant to stop you from… well, worrying. You were going away for a weekend to a cabin with a pool and you got to eat a BBQ and probably drink to your hearts content—free of charge. What was there to consider? You would be stupid to give up the offer. Even if it meant you had to spend a whole weekend without touching Younghoon.

Your fingers itched at the idea, your body begging to touch him, and to feel his touch in response. But you pushed the feeling aside. You had to focus on the task at hand—emails.

Younghoon’s eyes naturally gravitated to your as your face popped up over his computer screen. He stared at you for some seconds, a tense yet awkward feeling forming in his chest. He too craved to feel your touch, but he knew he couldn’t risk doing so in work and pissing you off. While he had all the power in bed, you had the most power over him and your… relationship—and he knew you could cut things off at any given time.

He decided to stop his staring trance when you finally sat back down in your seat, your face now hidden behind his computer but he could still see parts of you. The slightest of sights he hd of you always made his day—made him feel serene in some kind of twisted way. He was, by all accounts, an addicted man—addicted to you.

He finally chose then as the perfect time to speak up in your direction, not too loud, but loud enough for you to catch, “Your hair looks nice today.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised he had even noticed you had ever so slightly changed it. Your hair was always getting in the way, so you had decided to style it in a way it would restrict you less. You couldn’t help but smile, but you didn’t respond to his compliment verbally, knowing he couldn’t see your face from behind the computer.

Younghoon sighed at your lack of reply, silently promising himself he was going to have to make sure to fuck some manners into you during your next night time escapades.

THERE WAS NOTHING YOU HATED MORE THAN BEING CRAMMED ONTO A BUSY.

Well, maybe there was one other thing you hated more—you hated being crammed on a bus with tons of people with no a/c, and to top it all off, you were forced to sit beside Younghoon who trapped you in and wouldn’t allow you to move seats.

You had a large gym/day bag and found it hard to push it up to it’s new home in the storage space above the seats you had claimed, so when you held a familiar body behind you and gentle hands which grabbed the bag from you to easily lift it in the space with next to no effort, you knew exactly who it was that was behind you.

You didn’t bother to turn around or even wish him a thank you. You climbed in and sat on the inner seat with your smaller bag on your lap. You pulled out a bottle of water and your earphones, only to feel warmth beside you as the devil himself sat beside you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes narrowed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked with a scoff, to which Younghoon rolled his eyes.

“Sitting on a seat, what does it look like I’m doing?” He replied just as sassy as you had, and the tone made your narrow your eyes even more at him. But you bit back any sarcastic remarks as you plugged your ears with your earphones. You knew if you asked, he would refuse to move seats anyway—so you settled for giving in and focusing on your music as you watched the view pass by through the bus window.

The bus quickly became sticky with heat once everyone had taken their seats and the drive had begun, and you were thankful for the minor fact that you chose to sit by a window which allowed you to open it—even if it was just a slither.

You leant forward to try to get as close to the cracked open window as possible, then you attempted to gasp the outside air, then you sat back. The air rushing through the window wasn’t going to make much of a change in your temperature or ease the growing tensions between yourself and Younghoon, but at least it was something. And something was better than nothing.

“You’re so annoying,” You muttered as you grabbed Younghoon’s knee and forced it to still. He had been tapping his leg for the last good hour, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to tolerate it for another half hour. Sure, you had survived most of the drive, but you were close to your breaking point. It didn’t help each time his thigh brushed against your bare leg, you felt the sudden buzz under your skin, your bodys way of begging to touch him.

You cursed your body internally when you felt the familiar warmth running from your fingertips through your veins to your head in a messy fuzz of thoughts. Younghoon was slowly becoming your everything—like you were addicted to him. But you forced the intrusive thoughts down and settled for glaring at him in an attempt to hide your true feelings.

Younghoon surprisingly listened to you and stilled his leg, his hand gently pushing yours from his skin. His fingers held onto yours for a little too long, lingering long enough to cause the familiar flutter in your chest. You snatched your hand away, and everyone on the buss assumed you hated the man you were paired up with.

Little did they know.

YOU RAN OFF TRHE BUS FIRST BEFORE ANYONE ELSE, AND AS YOUR FEET LANDED ON SOLID GROUND, YOU DRAMATICALLY DOUBLED OVER TO HOLD ONTO YOUR KNEES AS YOU GASPED THE FRESH AIR IN.

Sure, it was sunny and still very much warm outside, but there was endless space and so your air wasn’t tainted with the smell of sweat or food. The air was cleaner and fresher than the suffocating air of the bus.

Younghoon took his time to climb off the bus with your other coworkers. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and a scoff, “Dramatic.” He huffed at you, then he walked after your boss who was leading everyone under a canopy to protect everyone from the sun in hopes of getting a chance to cool down.

You noticed that you were in a pretty secluded area. There was a circular pool which was quite large, but not too much. Then there were wooden cabins which looked newly built lining the pool some meters away, with plenty of space between them to ensure privacy for the patrons of the cabins. You smiled to yourself as you managed to catch your breath.

Your work trip may not be as bad as you first thought.

You finally decided to join your coworkers under the shade, and ensured you stood the opposite side of the group away from Younghoon. You wanted him, every part of your body begged for his touch and attention, but you couldn’t give in. You had to remain strong. You could sit him down and talk about your feelings when you got back home—a workplace trip was not the best place for sentimental relationship talk.

You managed to worm some space so you could sit on the bench with a few of your other coworkers, and while you had spent the drive down sitting you felt if you stood in the sweltering heat despite the shade, you were only going to hasten the sweat fest that you knew was about to overcome you sometime that day.

You used your hand in an attempt to fan yourself—to feel some sort of cool breeze. Of course, it did next to nothing. As if like a personal guardian angel, always knowing what you wanted or needed, you blinked and as your eyes opened once again, a small handheld fan was thrust into your direction.

You looked up with surprised eyes and parter lips to find Younghoon was behind the gift. You smiled and gently took it from him, your skin igniting once again as your fingertips brushed over his hand. You wanted to throw your arms around him, pull him close and never leave his side—just as much as you wish to throttle him when he gives you that cocky smirk at work, the ‘I won against you again’ smirk.

Younghoon pulled away from you all too soon, turning his back to speak to one of the elder team members. He was lost in the conversation, really giving the other person his full attention. Your elbow came to rest on your knee, then you placed your jaw in your hand. Your head tilted to the side as you watched every move of his lips, every crinkle of his eyes.

“You like him,” A voice interrupted your staring session. You wanted to get mad at the person firstly, but then you realised you were still at a work event and so you had to keep your composure no matter who you were talking to—even if it was one of your closets work friends.

“Chanhee, you know I like you’re great and all, but please stop analysing my every move and determining I am in love with someone when I am not,” You tried to defend yourself, but Chanhee knew about one too many of your late night adventures with Younghoon and so your attempts were falling on deaf ears.

“First of all, I never said you was in love with him, I just said you like him,” A smirk decorated his delicate yet obnoxious-at-the-time features. He had won the argument before you even had a chance to try. “Care to tell me why you’re ogling him so much?”

“No reason,” You tried to defend yourself once again, but your attempts fell futile. You had lost the fight—and you had lost your heart to Kim Younghoon.

“SO, WE NEED TO PICK OUR CABINS…”

Your team leader began, to which you knew he was about to say something you would undoubtedly hate. “But we need to make it fair. Why don’t you guys get changed into your swimsuits in the toilets, and then come back out here. When we all come back here, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do to try to make picking our cabins fair for everyone.”

While you were anxious about what you were tasked to do just later, you did as your boss advised. You went to the toilets with your bag and dug through the back until you found your favourite swim wear. You changed, then exited the toilets first.

You placed your bag back on the floor, intentionally beside Younghoon’s While you couldn’t claim he was your man in the open, you could at least make subtle hints to him until you guys got back home where you would have all the time in the world to talk.

Everyone got back to the ‘base’ after some time, and your team leader claimed an ‘arm fight’ was the best way to decide who would be able to choose the rooms. The women were tasked to fight first, which ended in you winning. Your bicep was killing you at the end of it, but you felt smug you had won something.

You were told by your team leader to go pick your cabin first, so you took the one on the far left edge which seemed to have the most space. The men were fighting one another as you entered your home for the weekend.

There were two bedrooms in the cabin, so you assessed them and decided not to be so nice as you chose the bedroom with the ensuite bathroom. You placed your bag down on the edge of the bed, but you were startled from emptying it as you heard the front door open.

You rushed out of the room to the main area of the cabin as the door clicked shut softly only to find Younghoon. His own eyes went wide, but he laughed. “Oh, sorry. I had no clue you chose this cabin… Should I go choose a different one?”

You rolled your eyes and leant against the wall beside you. “Why do you act like I’m going to kick you out. You can stay here too, it’s not like we’re going to kill each other.”

Younghoon dropped his cab on the couch and smirked as he made his way to you. He stopped a meter or so away from you, looking down at you. “Speak for yourself, but I plan to fuck you so good tonight that everyone will think you’re being murdered.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”

YOU HAD GOTTEN YOURSELF IN DEEP WATER WHEN YOU TRIED TO TEST YOUNGHOON’S PATIENCE.

You spend the night cozying up to Chanhee a little too much just to rile Younghoon up. You wanted his undivided attention all night long. You wanted to feel his fingers dig into your thighs, or his hips bruise against yours roughly. You craved his smile, his voice, his everything.

You should have known he wasn’t going to go easy on you, even as you bit a pillow to try to hide your screams to the bets of your ability. Your head was pushed down into the sheets, your hair stuck to your skin due to your sweat. His hips piston into yours faster, hard, only causing your throat to burn as you screamed out more.

Your hands gripped the pillow tight to your chest, while your eyes stung with unfilled tears.

You felt his hand harshly strike your ass. “That’s for being such a bitch to me all day. Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners,” You turned your head to the side, trying your best to look at him but your attempts were fruitless.

“Maybe you should fucking teach me better then,” Your spat, but he knew it was all talk. His hands spanked your other ass cheek, but not as harsh. Then you felt his hand slowly and gently run up your back.

His hand snaked around your body, and he had to bite back his groans or else if he got too lost in the feeling of you wrapping so tightly around him, he may just cum embarrassingly fast.

His hand gripped your neck, then he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle caused you to cry out loud, Younghoon smirking as he hurried his face in your shoulder. “My baby feel good?”

You nod your head, crying out babbles of agreement. Your words were unintelligible, but it was good enough for him. His lips littered soft kisses against your neck and shoulder, a contrast to the harshness of his hips. And sure enough, just as he predicted, he was unraveling way too fast for his liking.

His hand came to rub your clit to push you that final step over the edge, the feeling of your walls tightening even more only helping to milk him. Your moans became gasping breaths, and your head lolled back against his shoulder. His other hand came to rub your thighs gently, suspecting you were worn out after such a long day.

“My pretty baby did so well for me, but you still haven’t said sorry for being such a brat to me today,” Younghoon whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

“‘M sorry, I love you,” Your voice sounded drunk, and Younghoon couldn’t help but still. You felt him become stiff behind you and let out a frustrated sigh. He was still inside you, so it wasn’t like he could run away so easy, but you also didn’t intend to let your feelings loose so suddenly.

“That was not how I fucking planned on telling you,” You muttered, angry at yourself. You let out another sigh, but then your breath caught in your throat as Younghoon’s hand wrapped around your neck. He turned your head for better access, then he pressed his lips against yours firmly.

He didn’t need to say it back. You could feel it. He loved you too.

#the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #younghoon #the boyz younghoon #the boyz kim younghoon #kim younghoon #the boyz younghoon smut #younghoon smut #younghoon scenarios

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #65: GoT, but make it Narrative Symmetry

The thing about Game of Thrones is that there are very few slash ships that I can get behind, which is why I tend to lean towards a female!Jon Snow in my terrible fic ideas. Then I thought: what if Jon Snow looked just slightly more like his mother?

Or: What if Robert Baratheon takes one look at Jon Snow, decides he's Lyanna Stark reborn, and decides he's not going to give up his second chance at a Stark bride?

Aka: The Jon the Fair fic.

Just imagine it:

Lysa Arryn never gets the chance to poison her husband. Instead, on the very day she was set to carry out her plot, Robert Baratheon discovers that his wife has been cuckholding him with her brother and that his children are bastards. The shock kills Jon Arryn, and in a matter of hours Cersei, Jamie, and their children are imprisoned, executed, and their corpses tossed into Blackwater Bay.

While Tywin prepares his uprising, Robert heads north seeking a Hand and a Northern bride. He knows Neds daughters are both too young, but perhaps he has a beautiful, dutiful cousin who'd make a suitable queen.

Robert is fully prepared to search the entire north for a suitable bride when he catches sight of young Jon Snow practicing his swordplay in the yard. In the twilight, with slightly longer hair than canon, he looks so much like Lyanna Stark that for a moment Robert thinks he's been transported into a dream.

In the cold light of morning, Robert realizes that the person he saw was his best friend's male bastard, but can't quite bring himself to care. With the help of his kingsguard, he abducts young Jon Snow, dresses him as a woman, and drags him kicking and screaming back to King's Landing.

Now, the rest of Westeros is aware Ned Stark had a bastard, but nothing beyond that. So when Bobby B arrives in King's Landing claiming to have married "Lyarra Snow", Ned Stark's batard daughter, very few people realize his "bride" is male. Or unwilling.

For Jon's part, he's about as displeased to be be "wed" to his abductor and rapist as one might expect, but plays along as Ned Stark's bastard daughter for the simple fact that claiming to be male when everyone else around him thinks him female will cause more problems than it might solve.

Ned wants to raise the North against Robert for Jon as he did for Lyanna, but getting his kingdom to go to war for an abducted bastard is more difficult than getting them to go to war for a beloved daughter of a Lord Paramount. At best, he's able to convince his bannermen to stop paying taxes to the king.

Meanwhile, Twyin Lannister is preparing his own rebellion against Robert for killing his beloved daughter and son - but when he kills Robert in battle, the rule of the Seven Kingdoms falls to his "queen", Jon Snow, who is not inclined to make peace with a rebellious Lord Paramount.

Jon, largely trapped in his role as "Queen Lyarra" by circumstance, makes the most of it.

Honestly, my muse starts tapering out once it comes to figuring out the exact details of how "Queen Lyarra" manages to rule the Seven Kingdoms after Robert's death. The Westerlands are put down, peace is restored, etc.. but most people come to think that "Queen Lyanna" "crossdresses" as a man and is the "foremother" of the royal house that follows after him. (Think Hatshepsut without the strap-on beard.)

Bonuses include: 1) a detailed exploration of gender roles in Westeros, what is means to be a man forced into a woman's role, and the historical nonbinary/intersex/androgyny of Vayerian dragonlords before the Doom; 2) a detailed exploration of what it means to be the abducted bride of a king, with no legal recourse beyond lie back and think of England and yet a certain amount of power over everything except one's rapist; 3) learning to rule a kingdom on the fly because it's either that or wallowing in absolute horror of one's circumstance, but never being able to come clean about who you are without losing everything that put you in power in the first place; and 4) historians arguing for centuries afterwards whether "Queen Lyarra, First of Her Name" was a AMAB crossdresser or butch lesbian who took up a male role to solidify her rule.

Honestly, I'm not sure this amounts to a coherent fic idea other than Bobby B passes a male Jon Snow off as his second wife, but it is what it is. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird

#plot bunny #fic idea #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #got #asoiaf #jon snow is a targaryen #jon snow #robert baratheon #crack fic #cross dressing #gender roles #forced marriage

[angelicdemons337]

Green shuffle au

Basically, Morro is the green ninja, Rumi is the emo ghost, and Lloyd is the quiet one.

I've seen so many AU's where Morro is the green ninja and Lloyd is the ghost or Lloyd is the quiet one and rumi is the green ninja. But never all 3 shuffled around.

The basic plotline is. Morro is a homeless kid and thinks it would be a good idea to claim to know Lord Garmadon to get food. The ninja arrive, and cannon happens, but with Morro in Lloyd's place. I haven't yet figured out how this applies to Wu breaking Garmadon out of the realm of madness. Also, morro can still control wind.

Rumi dies during the events of the great Devourer and somehow ends up in the cursed realm and wants to take revenge on the ninja for letting the great Devourer escape, but during the season climaxe she sees a family running from some ghosts and has a flash back to her death and realizes that she is no better then the monsters she claims the ninja are, so she rebels and distracts the preeminent long enough for everyone to get to safely so kai can make a Tsunami large enough to drown the preeminent. (BTW kai and nya swap elements. So kai is the master of water, and nya is the master of fire. Also, Morro saves her because he believes that getting sent back to the departed realm via water desintigration is letting her off too easy.

Now, for Lloyd, I haven't fully decided how, but he somehow gets adopted by the Royal family. When he sees on the news that his father is back in the world of the living, he gets excited and is ready to have his father get him so they can rule Ninjago together or whatever. But for one reason or another, even after Garmadon has been purified. He never comes to get Lloyd. Both he and Masako think that Lloyd is still in darkly school for bad boys and never think to get him. Then Garmadon dies, and Lloyd starts the sons of garmadon and the plan to revive his father.

Also echo is Mr E. Lloyd sneaks out to go to the light house because everyone knows that Dr. juilien was forced to work for his father, and Lloyd thought that there might be some stuff left that he could use. (This takes place during the hands of time, btw so it's been a couple of months since skybound) to find echo almost dead. Lloyd brings him back to his lair and is able to fix him up. Echo still remembers the deleted timeline, but thought it was a dream. But when Lloyd tells him about the ninjas and that Dr. juilien is dead, echo is pissed. No one ever came to the light house except in the deleted timeline, and that was to hide. Dr. juilien never came back for him or any of his stuff. Echo was tossed away by his father in favor of his older brother. Lloyd offers echo a chance at revenge and a new possible family that echo readily accepts. Echo and Lloyd become good friends, even brothers. Plot happens, but Lloyd doesn't try to "seduce" morro that rumi did in cannon. But when garmadon gets revived and kills echo. Lloyd realizes that this man is not his father. So he takes what remains of echo and runs away, somehow finds the ninja and begs them to save echo. He offers all the knowledge he has and will be there willing prisoner. Tension is high, but they agree. echo still wants revenge, but he is willing to cool it for Lloyd. Echo is not loyal to the SOG he is loyal to Lloyd.

#ninjago kai #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago echo #ninjago lloyd #ninjago morro #ninjago harumi #green shuffle au

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Episode 3x6 Live Reaction / Thoughts

AHHHH it's Trevor's Episode and I was SO worried I was going to miss it live. And then be spoiled because people don't use the spoiler tag.

but I'm here, baby!

OOOOh, Snow! So we're looking at like January?

DINOS!!! Isaac doesn't know they're real.

Love Sass.

AW HOW DID Trevor not know about this??

I'm sad that Jeremy isn't a twin. But awww, Jeremy wanted to believe he wasn't gone. Also, why bring up the memorial? I guess it makes sense. I do like the idea that he WASN"T Ready to say goodbye yet.

Oh, Carol... caves? Flirting? What is this????

Aw, Sass/Thor supporting Pete. LOUD MUSIC????

Sass - NOT WATCHING THEM PLAY HIDE THE ARROW.

LOL Sass/Hetty winning and funny.

That's WEIRD! Trevor's in denial.

Awwww, Jeremy got fired. Trevor is so confused. Jay let him down.

Trevor's like - you two are not helping.

Carol trying to get Pete to cave. OMG. SUCKING FINGERS.

Trevor just following J-dog around. OMG YOUNG TREVOR. That was NOT a great casting choice. T-Money BEFORE college.

OMG BAD JEREMY.

Trevor's just excited to see his brother so he doesn't even feel bad for Sam/Jay - > TBF he has earned them a lot of money recently.

It's interesting that Hetty's around a bit despite saying "oh no there's another one" at the start.

Awww Trevor's like "keep him." All he wants is to see his brother.

Isaac's excitement about the meterior. Hetty's story about the rats.

Awwww Trevor. :(

LMAO at Sass/Thor at Pete's WE'RE BACK TOGETHER.

Isaac with the Dino book. So silly.

Trying to smoke him out. Trevor's excited! AHHHHH Trevor's face at Hetty. That was great!

LOL at Jeremy being the world record holder. Trevor's excitement at this! He's just so happy. Honestly, poor Trevor - no one's being supportive of his want to get to know his brother - AND he hasn't even done that thing that the other ghosts have done - focusing Sam to be weird with questions.

Also Jdog didn't find it weird that Sam looked up at Sass?

NO you can't use the ghosts to cheat! I will be very upset if they do it. They should be loyal to Trevor here!

Also, Carol trying to get with Thor! OMG.

Loyalty test!

LOL THOR.

I hate Hetty and Isaac and Sam and Jay cheating with the game.

LOL at Isaac's plot and fail.

OMG Pete is in such denial. THOR SLEPT WITH CAROL???

"Nothing wrong with enjoying your job."

YAY! PETE YELLING AND STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF. PUNCHING THOR!!!

LOL - at Hetty getting into it.

Awww, Jeremy got fired for not taking over the company. Because he thinks he was just being nice.

Awwww, this Trevor being like so supportive. And giving the play away.

Isaac being like WHY NOT HELP???

OMG TREVOR Giving him a wet willy!!! And Sam says "Thanks Trevor" and claiming she calls Jay that! OMG.

see if Jay had followed up at the beginning then they wouldn't have had to deal with the stress of someone trying to stay forever.

"Heaven on Earth" -> commercial. "Sucks for ghosts in purgatory."

Pete's afraid! Thor APOLOGIZE! He likes the physical violence.

AWWWWW Trevor is still supportive. LOL Jeremy not being understanding.

LOL Isaac and stupid dinos and everyone walking away in different directions.

OKAY OKAY> WHY WAS JEREMY NOT WONDERING WTF HAPPENED with the wet willy??? Why was there no back and forth with Trevor having Sam ask questions??? WHY didn't Jeremy get to know something!!!!

I do like the episode but I think there was so many possibilities.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #cbs ghosts spoilers #ghosts cbs spoilers

[alatusxiaoo]

✎ [ 14. ] a…date?

“so,” venti begins, taking a sip of the iced americano stationed in front of him. “a date. that’s what became of your genius idea.”

you and your friends had gathered at a nearby coffee shop as soon as university classes ended. you messaged them about the news on the same day heizou confessed to you about how you owed him a date — however unfortunately, none of you were able to decide on a convenient time for everyone to meet during the weekend.

you slack your head in defeat, shamefully admitting your next ten words. “i haven’t went out on a date in three years.”

“oh, how pitiful indeed.” hutao lets out an amused snicker. “you sound just like an old woman.”

“do you at least know why you owe him a date?” ayaka chimes from across.

“yep, i called him yesterday to ask. he laughed and said i lost a drinking competition,” you whine in complaint. “we made bets and he wagered to take me out.”

“ah, that’s why you were so heavily inebriated…” hutao deadpans with a sigh. “does this mean heizou is interested in you? or is he simply being a characteristic flirt?”

“the former would make sense if they kissed at the party.” lumine proffers.

“mhm, and we’re not even sure what time he left that night.” you lazily swirl the straw on your iced coffee. “with the information we find every time, it’s eventually going to get harder to multitask between the guys in proving certain situations.”

“so we make priorities.” ayaka adds with a tone of determination. “and at present, i think childe should be at the bottom of that list.”

“she’s right,” venti agrees, waving a hand. “he drank a lot at the party too. he won’t be useful right now if he doesn’t remember much, because no one else was there to witness what happened to him that evening.”

“thankfully, we also now know exactly who we write at the top of your list.” lumine snaps her fingers in clarity.

“yep, because albedo is still currently busy with the upcoming university fair.” ayaka nods. “you’ll get your opportunity once he’s finished with his work. for now, we focus on that date you owe heizou.”

“what about thoma though?” you wonder aloud. “i mean…can we really trust the claim that he just so happened to stumble into me inside that bathroom, when even none of you could find me? or did he know i was there because we kissed prior to that?”

“y/n has a point. despite the fact that he’s not as suspicious…we can’t rule him out yet.” hutao hums, scratching her cheek while deep in contemplation. “frankly speaking on our list of priorities, at the moment he’s probably just a little bit above childe.”

“we also can’t be certain that he was solely searching around for childe that late at night either…maybe he took some sort of detour.”

“okay ~ let’s not think about it too much you guys,” venti pipes in cheerfully. “the truth will eventually unveil itself on its own. thinking about what we can’t find out now will only waste more of our time. i also lose hundreds of braincells the more you talk about your theories, so we should just move on from this subject.”

“perhaps we should consider plotting this out on one of those boards.” ayaka taps her fingers on the table excitedly. “you know, the ones often displayed in crime shows? like some sort of suspect wall!”

“that’s a great idea!” lumine clasps her hands together in agreement. “it would make it way easier to visually keep track of these things.”

“i can start on one later this evening.” hutao suggests. “but what about y/n’s date? didn’t you say heizou was willing to take you out whenever you’re free?”

“yes he did…” you chew thoughtfully on your lip. “i was thinking maybe we could do it sometime next week.”

“i guess this means you won’t be able to implement much of your genius idea anymore.” venti snickers at your dissatisfied expression.

“unless you probe him with questions about what happened at the party.” ayaka replies, fiddling around with the string of the floating tea bag on her drink.

“he’s bound to get suspicious.” lumine frowns. “we’re dealing with a guy who majors in criminology, for goodness sake. this was the person we were previously trying to enlist for help before we realized he could have potentially kissed y/n.”

“she doesn’t have to ask about everyone else,” venti shrugs. “she should just ask questions centered around him and what he did. it would be best if she discovered whether he had a solid alibi during the time he spent at the party.”

“sure. and how exactly do i disguise that?” you snort, taking a big gulp of the sweetened iced coffee in your hands.

“feign interest in him, what else?”

you inadvertently choke on your drink.

venti shrugs with nonchalance at your astonished face. “why are you surprised? you know heizou does that to literally every girl he sees without feeling anything. why can’t you?”

it makes sense.

“besides, if you miraculously begin to feel interested in him, the more genuine it will sound.” hutao grins deviously. “oh shit, it’s perfect. it has to work.”

god, it makes sense.

“and what if he inquires about the sudden spike of interest?” you retort, a light blush adorning your cheeks.

“i don’t see how that will happen. it’s obviously the perfect time to express your interest.” venti puts his hands forth to prove a point, a smirk crawling across his lips. “he asked you out on a date. what better time to show you’re undeniably attracted to him, if not by then?”

oh fuck, i hate how it makes so much sense.

you shut your eyes to calm yourself down, loathing the all-too-familiar fluttery sensation that lightly fills your stomach. you’d almost forgotten how it felt ever since then.

“venti’s plan works.” ayaka pushes her empty glass aside. “i think we can run with it.”

“what do you say?” lumine asks, snapping you out of your trance. “will you do it?”

can you successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time?

or — well, it wasn’t like you had any other choice in this situation.

because one way or another, you were going to have to successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time.

“uh, sure…next week it is.”

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — finally back from a couple of stressful weeks !! wonder what’s going to happen on the date 👀

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#fanfic #genshin impact #fem reader #SMAU — i wish you were sober #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #genshin albedo #albedo x reader #genshin ayato #ayato x reader #genshin childe #childe x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin heizou #heizou x reader #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader

[froggibus]

can you write something along the lines of genji helping the reader confess to kiriko

Help From A Friend - Kiriko Kamori

Pairing: Kiriko Kamori x reader, platonic! Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: fluff!

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: when Genji discovers your crush on his childhood friend, he’s determined to make sure the two of you end up together

CW: genji being overbearing, reader being stubborn, evil plots, soft! Kiriko, platonic! Genji, incredibly fluffy lol

this one took me embarrassingly long to write because I kept getting sidetracked and writing about genji instead lol. also I have tons of requests for Kiriko + Shimadas rn so expect lots of that this week…enjoy <3

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“Come on, y/n!” Genji urges you, “what do you have to lose?”

“My dignity? My pride? Self-respect?”

He rolls his eyes, “self respect is overrated.”

You glare daggers at him. You’re only in this debacle because you accidentally told the youngest Shimada about your feelings for his childhood friend, and now he wouldn’t let it go. 

He’s been urging you to ask her out all day, claiming that you guys would make the perfect couple. “You would be so good for her! She needs someone good right now.”

“No.”

“But—”

“No!” You scowl at the puppy dog eyes he’s attempting to give you, “I said no, and that’s final.”

You think that’s the end of the discussion of your crush on the Kamori girl, but Genji is a persistent motherfucker. Even long after you’ve left your home, he’s thinking of ways he can get you to confess with her. Not only did Genji now know about your feelings for Kiriko, but he had been on the receiving end of Kiriko’s rants about how perfect you are for the better part of a year.

He was doing this for himself just as much as he was for the two of you. Or, that’s what he told himself at least.In reality, he just couldn’t help but cause chaos.

Genji approaches you the next day, “y/n!”

“What’s up?” 

“So about Operation KK—”

You’re rolling your eyes and walking away from him before he can even finish speaking. The ninja is much faster than you, though, and catches up to you in an instant.

“Come on!” He tugs on your arm, “there has to be something I can do to convince you to tell her!”

“Can’t you just drop it?”

“You know I can’t.”

You groan. “But I can’t just ask her out. It’s gotta be like, special or something.”

“Let me help you,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and starts guiding you to your room, “I know everything about her. I’ve known her her whole life.”

You reluctantly agree despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know it’s just nerves, and you really do want her to be your girlfriend, but the idea of even asking her makes your head spin. 

An hour later and you’re laying on the floor of your bedroom. Genji is perched in your desk chair, rattling off ideas at you. 

“She loves foxes,” he says. “Although I think that one was kind of obvious.”

“I mean that’s kind of her whole thing.”

“She loves junk food, too.”

“Everyone likes that though.”

He sighs, “I really thought I knew her better than this.”

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “Maybe it’s just not meant to happen yet.”

“No! You can’t give up, y/n. There’s gotta be something we haven’t thought of yet.”

“We’ve thought of everything, though! What more does she like?”

Suddenly Genji’s eyes light up, the lightbulb inside his head finally turning on. He leans in close, and whispers his plan to you. 

It’s absolutely brilliant. 

—

The next night, sometime after dinner, you ask Kiriko if she wants to go for a walk with you. The girl is more than happy to agree, even getting somewhat flustered that you asked. 

“Any particular reason you wanted to do this tonight?” She asks. 

You shrug. “Just feel like it’s been a while since we caught up, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You lead her through the city, trying to get to the highest point before sunset. Genji and you had been there earlier already, setting up the surprise he had in store. You’re almost surprised at how insightful Genji’s idea is, and you can’t wait to show Kiriko. 

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” you smile. 

“You know, if it was somewhere far, we could have taken my bike.”

You flush a little at the thought of riding on her bike with her, your arms around her waist, the warmth of her body pressed against yours. You shake the idea out of your head, trying to keep your focus on what lies in store for you tonight. 

“We’re almost there,” you assure her, and begin the final approach to your destination. 

It’s on the hill above Kanezaka, overlooking the whole city. From here, you can see all the streetlights and lights from the insides of houses. It’s a view that gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling, and based on the look on Kiriko’s face, she feels the same way. 

There’s a thick quilt laid out on the plush grass, a bag full of junk food in the middle of it. Genji had helped you select all of her favorite things for tonight. 

You settle in on the blanket, facing the night sky above the city. Kiriko follows your lead, plopping down on the blanket so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of her body. 

“Y/n,” she beams, mouth agape at the sight. “Is this..did you do all this for me?”

You nod, unable to contain your smile. “I, uh…damn, this is hard.” You swallow hard and continue, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“And what would that be?”

You rest your head over top of hers, your heart pounds against your rib cage. The blood rush to your ears is so loud you can barely hear your own voice over it. “Kiriko, will you be my girlfriend?”

Her cheeks glow red and you swear you see her eyes light up. “You—you really want me to be your girlfriend?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. You can see the flush spreading across her whole face and down her neck now. 

“Yes!” She’s so ecstatic she practically pounces on you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. 

The force of the hug knocks you flat onto your back, but you don’t mind one bit. Kiriko’s your girlfriend now. It finally happened. 

She pulls back. “Wait—why did you have to take me all the way up here to ask me that?”

“Well…” you say sheepishly, but you’re saved by the first round of fireworks going off. 

They’re bright red, just like the colour of the jacket Kiriko wears. You can see the reflections of the fireworks in her big, brown eyes. 

“These are for me?”

You know it’s now or never. You gently cup her warm cheek and lean in, pressing your lips to hers. It’s gentle at first, hesitant even. Kiriko reciprocates the movement, putting one of her hands on the back of your neck and tugging closer. She moves against you, soft lips on yours. 

When you pull away, Kiriko is grinning. “You're the best, y/n.”

You grab her hand, “I’m only as good as my girlfriend.” 

You’re on the way home from your date when Kiriko asks you something that’s been on her mind the whole time. “How did you manage all that?”

“I had a little help from a friend,” you smile. 

Somewhere in the darkness, Genji Shimada cheers to himself. His plan worked. 

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#kiriko x you #kiriko x reader #ow kiriko #kiriko kamori #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fic #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #kiriko #xreader #ow #fluff #genji x you #genji shimada #genji x reader

[overkaffeinated]

what’s your au about? Other than Mac being a belly dancer and Wukong liking to look at him

(looks at the meager storyline I wrote before passing tf out) uhhhhhhhh (ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Thank you for the comment!

Ngl, that was the main plot point of this au lol. I really wanted to point out how Wukong was a MASSIVE simp, so my tired brain decided, "got nothing to lose, why not?" But there is a story besides that, I promise!

The idea starts with one of the gods (probably Guan Yin or Nezha, but it really hasn't been decided yet) asking a 'small' favour from Mk and his friends. A pretty big shot demon with a hell of a lot of influence somehow got their hands on an important Celestial artifact and the gods need it back, but they can't outright snag it back because they don't want to create conflict with this demon and all his supporters (Big guy owns a large ring of popular casinos and/or bars, and a lot of items get gambled away because of betting). So instead, they go "Oh you guys are mortal and don't have any direct connection with us, you do it and we'll all be happy!"

So the Monkie Kids (Wukong + Redson got dragged into this as well) all try and figure out how tf they're supposed to sneak into this demon's terrain, get what they need, and sneak out again without getting killed or causing a potential war. Tang and Redson start looking through some of the info they got on this guy and realizes that he hires lots of performers to keep he and his customers entertained, so Tang absent-mindedly brings up the idea of having someone be a distraction. Redson latches onto that idea and claims that he knows a guy and rushes away. (*cough cough* monkey uncle who *cough cough*)

So the night of the heist finally arrives, and everyone gets all dressed up in nice clothes to fit in with everyone else. Redson refuses to tell who the 'distraction' is, claiming they'll know when they see him. They sit around and wait for the cue, when an announcer comes up and tells the crowd that they have a special event lined up for the evening. The spotlights turn on, everyone looks to where they are pointing, and out comes Macaque in all his belly dancer glory.

Cue Wukong almost dying of a nose bleed.

Everyone kinda sits there in shock, before Macaque spots them, gives them a subtle nod and starts dancing, to which Redson grabs Mk, kicks Wukong, and tells them it's time to go. They all, as discretely as they can with Wukong stopping to gawk every now and then, sneak over to where the demon is and start interacting with his lackeys while Mk shifts in his smaller form to snag the artifact, which has been placed on this nice little pedestal RIGHT next to where the big bad sits.

He almost sneaks away with it before the demon shifts and starts turning towards Mk. He starts panicking, and then Macaque is suddenly in front of the demon, taking his attention while secretly dropping Mk through the shadows. The rest excuse themselves and rush out, finding Mk in a dumpster in the alleyway out back behind the building.

They get back to Pigsy's, celebrate a job well done, and Macaque pops up after a bit to drop Redson off at his family's base. He gets hit with a lot of thank yous and 'holy shit you know how to DANCE?! You gotta teach me sometime' (Mei), before noticing how red Wukong is. He teases him over it, and they all laugh at how flustered he gets.

Anddddddddd that's a wrap! I might add more defining details later on if I get around to it, but that should be about it. It's kinda a lot tho, sorry about that (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Essentially, this entire story was a sleep deprived idea that came to me at around 3 or so in the morning while listening to music (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

I hope this answers your question!

#personal au #the perfect distraction au #bellydancer macaque #pretty macaque #6 eared macaque #lego monkie kid #wukong is a simp #shadowpeach

[esmeriandreamer]

So I've been going through some old roleplays I've done with people, and one of the stories I wrote with my friend is just.. the perfect plot for a Dreamling fic??? Like, it fits these two so well, and I might write it myself- But if anyone in the fandom is inspired by this, feel free to take the idea! and also link me to it please and thank you <3

(Please note: This would be a medieval fantasy AU where there is magic, but the Endless siblings aren't their actual anthropomorphic personifications. Maybe they have minor powers over their domains, or they just have their nicknames, I say go wild with it-)

Okay. Let us set the scene.

Through some shape or form, Morpheus, one of the Endless princes, is cursed to see his first spouse die in a horrific way before his eyes. This, of course, scares away any potential suitor when they find out about this curse, because fuck that, they're not too keen on dying in a horrific way??

So, the king and queen decide on a plan; Morpheus will just have to marry some commoner who nobody would really miss, somebody who would've probably keeled over from illness within a month or three, so the curse will claim them and Morpheus will be free to find someone he wants to marry without y'know, constantly fearing he'll see them die a traumatizing death-

Enter Hob Gadling, an ex-soldier with no family, who the royal guards just plucked out of a local tavern, under the guise of "providing a special service for his country". He gets taken to the palace and is freshened up a bit, before going straight towards the chapel to marry the prince.

Morpheus is very much Not Pleased with all this, and after the wedding ceremony, once they are alone, he tells Hob about the curse. That he doesn't know when Hob will die, could be hours, days, months, or even years, but he will be dying a gruesome death and Morpheus will be forced to watch it happen. So, y'know, he's sorry this guy had to be roped into all this, he seems nice, it's a shame he'll have to die.

Yet Hob seems to take it pretty well, for someone who's been told they are now fated to die in terrible pain and all that jazz. He just smiles and basically goes "Welp, then I'll enjoy the remaining time I've got I guess- Life is still very rich and I intend to enjoy it by your side, your highness."

Morpheus can't help but admire the other's optimism a bit, but he tells himself that no matter what, he will not get attached to this man, because it'll only hurt more in the end. He tries to avoid Hob at the castle, but fate/the Plot keeps steering them back together into the same space, and spoiler alert, the prince starts to like this guy more and more, even though he knows it's gonna hurt when Hob perishes.

And then one day, while out on a ride together or something, Hob gets kicked in the chest by a horse, which would be breaking every rib and undoubtedly puncturing all the possible organs in that region of the body. And Morpheus, as stated by the curse, has front-row seats to the "Watching your husband choke to death on his own blood" show, sitting there all alone.

Only problem is... Hob doesn't die..? Like, he's clearly choking, but the bruises seem to slowly.. disappear? And he slowly stops choking on his own breath?? He even begins to cough and sit up???

Cue Morpheus freaking the hell out because huh???? How the fuck??? And Hob is just complaining that ow, fuck, that hurt like a bitch, can he please get some water?

More incidents like this start happening, to everyone's confusion but Hob, who seems to believe he's just ah.. very sturdy.

Hob's food gets poisoned with something that would've killed three grown men, and he gets violently ill, but a week later he's back to normal, and the spy on the staff who did the poisoning gets exposed because they cannot hide their extreme confusion as to how someone survived a triple dose of Night's Kiss???

Someone's fire spell goes wrong and Hob should've been burned to a crisp, but he's only got some first and second-degree burns, that'll heal, he's sadder about the fact that one of his fave new outfits got destroyed :c

A drop from the tower, the tallest one in the kingdom? Yeah, that one. Geez, it was high, and he has some broken bones, but he'll be okay, bones heal within a month anyway, right? (Right?, he asks, to a horrified but kind of impressed Morpheus, who can't even bring himself to tell Hob no at this point-)

Hob falls into a very strong river current, which sweeps him under and must surely drown him ten times over, but two hours or so later, Morpheus is met with a very soaked and chilly Hob, who climbed out of the river a few miles downstream and look, he even caught his prince a fish or three during his little adventure ^^

It's not until Hob 'dies' in a way that cannot be explained by having a strong immune system or being able to muscle through some pain, like.. I dunno, a decapitation or something, that Hob goes "Wait a second, weird idea, but maybe I'm immortal?"

"YOU THINK???" - Morpheus, on the verge of a nervous breakdown at this point-

And also at this point they realize that wait a fucking second, Hob literally cannot die, and the curse cannot pass on to a second spouse, holy shit, Morpheus gets to keep him- And it'll be cute and whoever/whatever gave Hob immortality in the first place goes "Okay, sure, your hubby can live forever too, here you go-"

Really tempted to write it now, but feel free to steal this word vomit idea of mine if you want- xD

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #fic idea #the sandman

[pomellon]

for the dsmp dragons au, what about tommy, tubbo, ranboo, wilbur, phil, and techno?

Here's what I thought would make sense for them Tommy Class: Scout would work well, but I also feel like healer would be interesting Element: Lightning I feel is the most fitting Tubbo Class: I think he would begin as a scout but later grow into a guardian during the start of the equivalent of manburg and into snowchester Element: Earth is the only one that really fits him. It also works in contrast to tommy, since he is the one that grounds him and calms his storms Ranboo Class: Scholar but he's really bad at it so maybe scout? Element: Honestly no idea, he's just a funky little guy. Maybe two like foolish? Wilbur Class: While different classes can fit different arcs of his, I feel like Scholar can encompass him as a whole Element: Light at the beginning but then the claim is revoked and given to Shadow during the pogtopia era and revivival? Phil Class: Guardian, not as big as most of the others though Element: Air for birb or Ice for antarctic empire callback, fits both descriptions Techno Class: Guardian, maybe ex-scholar to show his studious side Element: Carnage of course, and then maybe Ice for the same reasons as Phil?

Wow, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with what I had planned for everyone :o! 

The only difference is that I really want Tubbo to start as a nurse and later change to guardian, partly because it gives me the option to keep some fluff on him later :D I also haven't quite decided on Ranboo's element yet but I'm leaning towards arcane, since arcane magic is gonna have a whole thing in this setting. But he's probably gonna be a scholar turned scout!

Elements in general are all going to be pretty special for this au! Since it's post mass-extinction and there's not a lot of dragons or other elemental creatures alive, the gods have lost most of their sight into this world. They're not aware of the dragons unless they use a magic item crafted by the gods themselves, if they are bonded with a magic familiar that has strong connections to a god, or if they get into an area or situation where a lot of magic courses through them.

This is why in the current list some characters aren't listed with an element yet. It's because at the start of the au they're still grey eyed, despite most of them being old enough to have gotten a claim.

Out of the ones listed Bad, Foolish, Karl, and Phil (he's air btw, very skilled in flight manoeuvring and aerial battles!) all have their claims because they got them before the mass extinction.

Punz, Sapnap, Techno, and Quackity all got their claims due to magic surges. Punz being forced into an electric chamber to basically force his magic to become lightning to use him as a live battery. Sapnap falls into a pool of lava and by dumb luck catches the attention of the Spirit of Flame. Techno is at the centre of a massacre which is noticed by the Maid of Bones, and Quackity is hatched within an earth domain.

Wilbur and Sam gain their claims by finding magic items. Wilbur (shadow) by pure luck, and Sam by studying and tracking one down. Boomer is bonded with a frog familiar from a colony blessed by the Watcher of Tides.

Other character's like Dream, George, Ant, Tommy and Tubbo will still be grey eyed through most of the au, but eventually gain their claims too!

I should also say that the plot and events of the au will not be following dsmp lore. Most of it is going to be focused on found family and survival, potentially with a deeper plot of everyone having to work together to fight of a growing void corruption, and regain the sight of the gods to heal the world.

#I will add these characters to the list as well! #I hadn't yet since I'm still tweaking their back stories a bit XD #Thank you so much for the ask! #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #philza minecraft #philza #technoblade #sbi #dream smp #dsmp #pom talks #dtk+ dragon au #dtk+ dragon au lore

[polarisbibliotheque]

A bit about the comic I'm working on - Weisse Rose!

Hello my dearest cryptids! Today I'm here to spread the word of our lord and savior, mothman

Ok, ok, not starting a weird cryptid cult yet but I've been commenting sparsely about a comic I've been thinking about, designing and trying to get on paper for the last year but never REALLY talked about it...

Lo and behold, it's called Weisse Rose - and I made a tumblr just for it, @weisserose-comic !

I haven't posted anything yet, but I've been planning to get it ~out there~ around April. Of course, my health got the best of me and I would have to postpone my plans yet again, but I decided to work with what I got a vastly decaying body that I keep fighting against almost 24/7 this bitch

The main vibes I want with Weisse Rose is David Bowie's song, Heroes. On this post, I'll tell you a little about the characters and overall story I want to work on - because I love blabbering about character development and endless writing :')

And hey, you may also like this sort of story from me and decide to read it eventually!

So, Weisse Rose - the main idea I had was "a bunch of punks punching nazis and I've gotta find some plot to it". And well, found the plot, it's a lot more than punks punching nazis, but this soul is still there hahahaha

I decided to write it because my country is increasingly leaning to the far-right, nazi movements are getting stronger by the day, censorship is leaning over our heads like the ghost of a far-right leaning military dictatorship we had less than 40 years ago in my country, we were on the brink of a coup d'état for another far-right dictatorship by a madman and, honestly, it's scary. I'm scared.

I've had some pretty bad disappointments with politics and life over the last 5 years and what I'm currently watching is so harrowing - it gets even worse that everyone I live around seem to be ok with it. The classic "it doesn't affect me, I'm not gonna fight against it". And I needed to find a way to cope with ALL this maddening politics and extremist groups everywhere we're living with nowadays.

Enter Weisse Rose.

✨Overall Story✨

The story is about five 25 to 30 something year olds who are trying to find themselves in an increasingly hatred filled, fascist leaning world that seems to want to get rid of their very existence and only make their life miserable while claiming to uphold "morals, values, family, religion and the true beliefs in a world filled with filth".

The five characters - Martin, Diana, Santiago, Wasima and Wollfe - play together in a band (goth? punk? metal? industrial?) and will do everything in their power to go against the increasing censorship while trying to figure out how to pay the bills, have their own lives, deal with their traumas and flaws, navigate the world as alternative people, discover what they want for a living and try to make the most of it.

Also realizing that love is the only thing that can go against hate, how cliché

And it all starts with Marty being evicted because of noise complaints and an ass of a landlord, running to Diana to ask for help more like yell at her that he's homeless and desperate

I think I'll tell most of it through Marty's POV, kinda like he's the main character...? I don't know, I like everyone and EVERYONE'S THE MAIN CHARACTER, PERIOD. But well:

✨Meet the Characters✨

Marty (guitar/vocals/chaos) is a very loud and energetic guy, the nice one you'd give your life for, kinda chill but will get in a fight if you annoy him enough. Has a hard time setting boundaries and is constantly used because of his big kind heart bless his soul T-T. Has enough energy to power a whole city though, while...

Diana (drums/punching nazis) is the tsundere™ of the band, loves everyone but will never really say it, and has Marty glued to her like their life depend on it. She is the fire to his gasoline, so to speak, and is very easy to get in a fight - constantly seen in fistfights and needing backup and/or Marty to get her out of there alive and care for her wounds. Strong but caring personality, that's why she has a "platonic hate" relationship with...

Wollfe (guitar/vocals 2/manwhore) is the tall, dark and handsome™ of the group, but honestly the walking trash-boy you should never give a shot. Serial womanizer, will only have sex and doesn't do relationships 'cause trauma BUT extremely loyal and WILL go above and beyond for the people he truly loves. Diana and Wollfe have the platonic hate relationship but, still, he's the first one who's always backing her up in fights bless his 6'2 body and is always being a flirty bitch with every single walking thing alongside...

Wasima (DJ/synths/siren), or Mata Hari, the well known LGBTQ+ underground club DJ - a powerhouse of a woman, can get every single human on their knees, can and will use her beauty and looks to kill if she wants to. Happy fun-loving lesbian, is always playing at a different club and dragging Diana along so she can teach her how to have some fun... And to have a nice bodyguard too. She would be the daughter of Aphrodite and Diana would be the daughter of Ares, so they happily see each other as sisters - just like Wasima sees a brother in...

Santiago (bass/chill/band Jesus), otherwise known as Jesus because, well... He looks like Jesus. Is from Roma family descent and is the chill, free soul of the group - peace, love and please let's not get into fights. Behind that calm and Jesus-like personality, lies the man who, when they get to play, always power-stands by Diana's side on the drums and headbangs furiously with her, making the most vicious, heaviest music they've ever heard. Will hug everyone afterwards, though.

All of them have their own bunch of problems. Wasima is arabic and insecure about everyone around her, Santiago is of roma descent and still struggling with acceptance and what he wants, Diana is an immigrant in the country they live and has some serious health issues, Wolffe is a runaway with one hell of a difficult and abusive family and Marty is a neglected kid who left home trying to find himself.

They all have a reason to be persecuted in increasingly far-right leaning politics and countries - they all have reasons to be hated by fascists, nazis and whatever other extremist groups you can think of.

So yeah, things will start nice, but there are so many things lingering under the surface that, sooner or later, they will have to deal with.

And that's what I want to write about on Weisse Rose!

✨And why "Weisse Rose", you might ask?✨

It's the name of an anti-nazi resistance created during WWII in Germany - the White Rose, in English. We tend to remember the people who endorsed the extremist views and who committed horrible crimes, but we end up forgetting the ones who stood up for the right thing. The Weisse Rose did - I know the last thing they'd want is a story about a bunch of chaotic punks fighting far-right politics, but still... It's a little nod to the guts they had to fight back.

Because hell, now I get it. It must've been SO scary doing what they did. And they went out there and did anyway, they resisted. They called out crimes. They called out racism. They called out dehumanizing of so many people. And they must've been so scared. I know I am.

By no means I think my little comic will be this huge Resistance Act™, but it's my way of coping, resisting and not shutting up when I'm seeing so much happening and feel like I can't say anything.

Maybe I can't, but Weisse Rose can. And I'll be writing, drawing and all that - even if slowly because of my health. But I will do it!

If you think it might be for you, if you're curious and want to know more about it, support and read this other story I'll put out there, do follow @weisserose-comic ! I'll be posting more things about the characters, sketches, little illustrations and, hopefully, the first chapter quite soon!

Disclaimer: I feel like I should say this though; as you guys may have noticed, it'll be 18+. I'm not inclined to censor things on this comic nor avoid delicate/taboo subjects. I will ask a lot of media literacy and interpretation, though, because I won't be explaining/making things horribly obvious. It would kinda defeat the whole purpose of the comic if I did that: the characters are flawed, I'm not romanticizing anything, people are complex, and shit will hit the fan basically hahahaha if it's not your cup of tea, you can always not drink it ;)

#polaris speaks #polaris arts #and polaris blabbers infinitely about characters and stories too #comic #webcomic #original comic #weisse rose #writing #my writing #original writing #original characters #ok enough with the tags #but hey I have to start somewhere #and I honestly thought about not posting it #because it'll probably be very polarizing and chaotic #but oh well #I'll do it #maybe I'll delete it eventually #but for now I'm taking this whole project I've been thinking about last year #and finally bringing it to light #and you guys know what I always say after huge posts like this... #thanks for coming to my TED Talk HAHAHAHAHA #(seriously if you read everything thank you for the time and the attention)

[loneamaryllis]

HMMM in a hypothetical follow up to The Sweet Burn of Venom, how would Snape react to Harrie being rushed to Hogwarts after her heat had started and yet mysteriously ended sooner than it should have? In a kind of reversal to Harrie and her Alpha, how would Snape react to Voldie getting to her first?

And also to Harrie blocking out her heat/being in ABSOLUTE denial about any signs of pregnancy? At least, that’s what I would assume she’d do; what do you think the aftermath of Voldie’s visit(?) would be for her going forward, regardless of whether it was a dream/vision or not? 👀👀👀

Weeeeell I do have plot for what would happen next regarding this oneshot, but I have so many fics to write I'm not planning on continuing it.

Here's what would have happened:

Harrie shakes awake from her dream, is completely feverish and disoriented, but still coherent enough to understand it was a dream and Voldemort isn't here. She's also in heat. She scrambles downstairs, probably falls down the stairs actually, wakes up half the house. Her friends are worried, Harrie is NOT WELL, shaking, whining for an Alpha. She tells them she needs Snape (her Omega instincts trusts him and she does have a small crush on him at this point).

No one is onboard with that idea, but there is no other Alpha available, and in my headcanon A/B/O universe, an Omega going through a first heat alone could die. So in the end they call Snape, and he immediately grabs Harrie and tells everyone he'll do what's needed.

Snape Floos back to Hogwarts with Harrie, who's begging for him to fuck her. Except Voldemort has already marked her as his, and if Snape touches Harrie, he knows he's dead. So instead he brings Harrie to Voldemort.

(But it would be told from Harrie's POV so she doesn't know his reasoning and just feels utterly betrayed.)

Voldemort fucks Harrie for real, and claims her, and breeds her. He keeps her in his bed for the duration of her heat, which is one week. Once that time is up, he lets her go. Summons Snape, tells him he can bring Harrie back to Hogwarts, and that he'll see her soon or some other vaguely menacing promise.

Harrie is FURIOUS. She probably tries to kill Snape right there, or claws him and leaves a scar, or something. Snape brings her to Dumbledore's office, where they explain the plan they came up with.

Now that Voldemort claimed Harrie as his Omega, and also because she's pregnant, he can't hurt her, and he'll be compelled to please her. So their plan is for Harrie to lead Voldemort by his Alpha dick, finds his weaknesses, *become* his weakness, and end the war like that.

Harrie goes along with that reluctantly. She's half at school and half with Voldemort, and she's also still attracted to Snape despite everything (it doesn't help that he cares for her while she's at Hogwarts, brews her potions for her pregnancy, and protects her from all threats because Voldemort has ordered him to (and also because he loves her)).

Anyway, they end up fucking at some point, a hate fuck from Harrie's POV while Snape hates himself (a self hate fuck, if you will). Voldemort finds out, and Harrie watches while Snape gets punished, or punishes him herself.

Then I hadn't decided how the fic ended. Either Harrie decides life as Voldemort's Omega is tolerable if she gets to influence him enough to not be such a tyrant once he wins (bleak ending still). Or she flees somewhere with Snape and they raise the baby together (bittersweet Snarriet ending). Or she goes scorched earth on both Voldemort and Snape (and Dumbledore), and once they're all dead, she lives a happy life with her baby.

That's about it. :D

#the sweet burn of venom

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #70: Game of Thrones, but make it time travel

I have a terrible weakness for time travel stories - especially when it leads to massive sprawling changes from the moment of divergence. So I thought to myself: which character would be able to most change Westeros through the simple act of time travel?

The answer came easily. Or: What if Ned Stark time traveled from after his death to the middle of Robert's Rebellion?

Just imagine it:

Ned Stark dies in the OT as per canon. He watches the events of canon unfold fold from the afterlife and has a crisis of faith.

For here is a man who has been nothing but an honorable, faithful, just lord. He served his realm in the best manner he could, was a dutiful husband and loving father, and put the good of others above personal advancement or that of his family. He even stained his honor to raise his sister's son as his own and give the boy the best protection he could - and yet.

And yet the gods allowed his son, wife, gooddaughter, and unborn grandchild to be murdered at a wedding. They allowed his oldest daughter to be used and abused by those that should have protected her. They let that thing take over his second son's body-

So when Ned finds a means to return from the afterlife or is allowed the chance tor return and fix things, the Ned who arrives on the morning of the Sack is a very different man than the one who went to bed the night before. Though they are the same at heart, Ned no longer believes or trusts everyone around him to be good, honorable, or want the best for Westeros.

In the New Timeline, Ned tries to prevent the deaths of Elia and her children - he's too late to save Aegon and Rhaenys, kills Gregor Clegane as he tries to force the princess, and though Elia is alive when he finds her, she dies of her wounds soon after - and gets Jamie to give up the Wildfire Plot after murdering the Mad King.

The fight he has with Robert for refusing to condemn the royal family's deaths is even worse than the OT and threatens to bring down the Red Keep.

Afterwards, he races to Lyanna's side... but though he arrives a week earlier than canon, he's still forced to fight his way through her protectors and she still dies in childbed. He does have enough time with her to get her side of the story - that she loved Rhaegar until he went to war to keep her, and has been a prisoner in the tower ever since she said she wanted to go home - and say his goodbyes.

He returns to Winterfell a little more mindful of his wife's feelings - Ned still passes Jon off as his son, but makes it clear that he has no intention of shaming her again, while also making it clear that the North would shame him if he sent Jon to be raised elsewhere - and sets about strengthening the North.

The next few years should be a montage of Ned making alliances and enriching his kingdom: 1) He talks Benjen out of joining the Night's Watch, sends him to survey all the empty keeps in the North, and grants him Queenscrown once the coffers have had a chance to refill after the war; 2) He gets White Harbor and Bear Island to start trading lumber and peat up and down their respective coasts and across the Narrow Sea, which enriches the North; 3) When Catelyn announces her second pregnancy, he starts work on restoring Moat Cailin, claiming that their second son will need a seat someday; 4) He finds some excuse, if not to get rid of the Boltons, than at least keep such an eye on them its next to impossible for them to continue as they have; and 5) Making tentative moves to court the other Great Houses. Doran Martell, grateful he at least tried to save his sister, arranges a betrothal between Arya and Trystane? Sansa gets a fostering in Highgarden? Bran is sent to foster at Storm's End?

Regardless, the North should be in a better position when Robert rides north after Jon Arryn's death - by natural causes this time, Ned having shared with his foster father stories Catelyn told him about Littlefinger's obsession with the Tully girls.

Meanwhile, Ned also tries to do a better job with Jon this time around - make it more clear that he is loved and valued, and that a good post or even a holdfast will be granted to him if he earns it. Ned does not want to place him on the Iron Throne, but it becomes increasingly clear as time goes on that war of some kind will inevitably follow Robert's death and so it's best all his children be prepared.

(Sansa and even Catelyn are taught how to use a knife to protect themselves, Ned honestly claiming he wants what happened to his sister never to happen to another woman in their family.)

King Robert rides north, gets a stiff, "No," for both his propositions - and might actually have come to blows if Ned hadn't arranged for Jamie and Cersei to be discovered in flagrante delicto in the First Keep. Robert rides back south sans a wife and heirs, short one Hand and Kingsguard. Cersei is beheaded, Jamie and Joffrey are sent to take the Black, and Myrcella and Tommen are left to be fostered at Winterfell until they're old enough to have other arrangements made.

Tywin is naturally unhappy about this turn of events and rises up in rebellion. The Iron Islands use this as an excuse to start reaving again, while the Reach withholds their support unless Robert promises to marry Margery - and Dorne merely withholds support.

Almost three years into the conflict, news arrives during the wedding of Robb Stark and Alys Karstark that King Robert died in battle without any heirs. His brothers have gone to war over which of them should succeed Robert to the Iron Throne. Tywin continues to claim that his grandson Tommen, safe in Winterfell, is the rightful heir. Baelon Greyjoy has declared himself King of the Iron Islands... and there are rumors of Daenerys Stormborn gathering forces in Essos for an invasion.

Into this Ned - having realized it was the best choice he could make for the safety and security of his family and the North - declares that Jon is really the trueborn son of his sister Lyanna and her husband Rhaegar Targaryen... and as such has rightfully been Jaehaerys III since birth.

The war which follows is swifter and less devastating than the OT War of Five Kings, but is still war. By largely staying out of the fight between Tywin and Robert, the North has a large army of fresh soldiers and, by marriage, the support of the Vale and the Riverlands. Stannis has Renly assassinated via shadow, but few chose to follow a follower of the Red God. The Stormlands end up throwing their lot in with Jon, as do Dorne and the Reach once they see which way the wind is blowing.

In a situation that should very much echo the situation in the British Isles in 1066, Jon's forces should be in the southeast of Westeros preparing for Dany's invasion when word comes of Tywin leading his forces north to capture Winterfell. Royalist forces should race across the countryside, win a magnificent victory at the Twins, and still be celebrating their success when news arrives of Essosi troops landing in the Crownlands. Jaehaerys' exhausted forces race back across the country... and manage to win the first engagement by the skin of their teeth.

When Dany brings her dragons to bear in the next battle, Rhaegal defects to the other side - and rather than pursue another Dance of Dragons, aunt and nephew come to an arrangement.

A Great Council is called. Jon is elected Lord of the Seven Kingdoms by overwhelming numbers. Sansa is his queen. Dany is named Lady of the Rock after most the remaining Lannisters are exiled or take the Black.

Bonuses include: 1) OT trauma for Ned, who never quite moves past what happened to his family then; 2) Dark horse romance between Jon and Sansa, fueled at first by the comment that Ned would like his daughters to marry good men - like Robb or Jon - and Catelyn encouraging it once she learns Jon is really her husband's nephew; and 3) No one ever learning Ned traveled through time.

And that is legit all the space I have. As always, feel free to adopt, just link back if you do anything with it.

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