#i Don't think he did this bc he was helplessly in love

[goldeunoias]

Heaven.

A/N: Sunghoon stans literally always give me so much feedback and talk to me about my fics the most so I bring them another fic bc subby sunghoon stans literally are the best so they deserved to be spoiled mwah

(mentions of infidelity)

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"C'mon, a good girl may go to heaven once, but a bad girl goes to heaven every week. Don't you wanna feel what that's like? To experience what it's like to have heaven in between your legs," Sunghoon whispered in your ear, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.

You whimpered and you felt your face get hot, Sunghoon's holding your delicate cheeks in calloused hands as you tried to look away.

"No one knows you're here bunny, not even your closest friends right? Doesn't that mean you're a little curious to hear about what they talk about online when they say their boyfriends "fuck them silly?"," he continued, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to tease you.

"That stupid church boyfriend of yours could never give you what I could and you know that; after all, would you be here if he did," Sunghoon snickered while shaking your head slightly to get a response out of you.

You swallowed thickly and nodded to agree with him, the hairs on your body standing up when he pulled the strap of your sundress against your skin, his canines nipping at his bottom lip.

"Stupid bastard took your virginity and your first kiss," he hissed with annoyance, pressing your form against his body as his hands went to raise your sundress. He placed the hem against your mouth, silently commanding you to hold it.

"Has the audacity to take what's mine,"Sunghoon remarked as he massaged the underside of your thighs, reveling in the tiny spiked breaths that left your throat. "But I guess that doesn't matter now does it?" he finished, moving so your back was against sheets fragrant of his scent.

"Are you a screamer bunny?" Sunghoon cooed at you, removing the hem of your dress so you could speak.

"A what?" you remarked with confusion, needing a bit more context to gauge what he was saying. He dropped his head down into your shoulder, a laugh that sent chills of your spine erupting from him.

"That was silly of me to ask since your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend probably doesn't even know how to kiss you properly," he snided, hiking up your sundress so your innocent cotton panties and bra were on display for him. He smiled and drug a digit down your midline and over the sticky wet patch on your underwear, pressing down on it slightly to tease you.

"Of course an angel like you would be wearing white," Sunghoon hummed, raising your bra so pert nipples were exposed to cool air.

Before you could cover yourself up in embarrassment Sunghoon grabbed both of your hands in his and pinned them above your head, squeezing them harshly as a warning to not move.

"Look at how your body is reacting to me bunny,"he observed as he let saliva drip from his tongue and onto you pert nipple, enveloping his mouth around the bud to spread it around.

The coarseness of his tongue against your skin made you shudder and you couldn't help but squirm helplessly against his grip, like a rabbit caught by a wolf.

"Sunghoon don't suck so harshly y-you'll leave marks-"

"Who said I wasn't trying to?" he interjected with a grin, sucking deep marks onto your chest and sternum until they began to bloom across your skin like flowers. "You think I care if bunny has to cover up some marks?" He questioned as he kissed over each mark he left, his free hand going between your bodies and underneath your underwear.

"Sorry love, but I don't. If this is what it takes for you to become mine and stay like that, so be it."

Before you could come up with a defense Sunghoon slid your underwear down to your ankles and pushed a digit in, scrunching your face in embarrassment at just how loud the squelching sounds were.

"Listen to that bunny, listen to how badly your pussy wants me," Sunghoon cooed against your neck, his canines dragging across the sensitive flesh.

"You look so pretty when you're underneath me, shit~," he groaned when you started letting out shy whimpers, every sound going straight to his cock.

Even with a single digit you felt something stir in your lower belly as his finger experimentally curled against your walls, your hips unable to stop themselves from rutting into the sensation.

"Were you guys each other's firsts?" Sunghoon asked sweetly in your ear, unable to contain his grin as he slid a second digit in. The ache you felt made your eyes flutter and you gasped out a "yes" squirming around under his grip as you felt your walls pulse around his fingers.

"Aw, how cute, a true romantic love story. If I had any remorse left in me I would maybe tear up. But I bet it didn't feel like this now did it." Before you could ask Sunghoon swiped his thumb over your slick-covered clit, the sensation making your heels dig into his mattress.

"S-sunghoon oh god," you croaked out as a strong knot started forming in your lower belly, Sunghoon sliding a third digit in as he tsked against your lips.

"Oh no sweetie, let's not bring god into this. He's probably doesn't want to see the way I'm going to absolutely defile you," Sunghoon groaned against your lips, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

His increased pace made you dig your nails into the hand that still had yours bound together, your breathing getting heavy as he kept rubbing against a spot you didn't know could feel so good.

"Aw is bunny getting close? Already?" he mocked through a smile, giving you fluttering kisses against your cheeks when you nodded through dazed out eyes.

"What makes you think you deserve it bunny? Shouldn't I punish you a bit more for hurting my feelings like that?" Sunghoon seethed, speeding up his fingers as your walls started tightening down on them.

"I'msorry, 'so sorry, please" you whimpered out, biting down your lip as you felt your belly continue to tighten, Sunghoon not helping in the slightest with his ministrations.

He couldn't resist you, especially when your eyes were glassy from tears threatening to spill. You heard him swore under his breath before pushing you to edge forcing the knot to snap, your body completely tensed up as waves of pleasure pulsed through you in a way you'd never experienced.

"Mmmm, there's a good bunny," Sunghoon praised, pulling his fingers from your sticky core and sucking the juices clean. The remainder of the sticky liquid he used to rub around the base and tip of his member as he pulled his sweats down your eyes unable to look away from droplets continuing leaking from the tip.

"What s'the matter bunny? Scared of its size?" Sunghoon couldn't help but mock, positioning himself so his member was flat against your tummy.

Your eyes widened at how far it was going to go into you, Sunghoon chuckling before grabbing your leg and hoisting it over your shoulder.

"Would ya look at that bunny, look how far it's gonna reach. Gonna hit special spots that other bastard couldn't even dream of yeah?"

"S-sunghoon I don't think it's gonna fit," you stuttered out, squirming as you felt trickles of precum mix with your syrupy wetness.

You watched as Sunghoon pouted before pressing his tip against your entrance, your eyes rolling into the back of your head you felt a stretch that made your core ache in need.

"Shit bunny you are tight," Sunghoon hissed through his canines, his cheeks blooming into ruby roses. You could only whimper as he pushed his way into you, your head raising to see he was only a third of the way there.

"Oh, what am I gonna do with ya? Bunny's pussy is so tiny, it's gonna be hard for me to control myself," Sunghoon groaned, his head falling into your shoulder as you clamped down on him like a vice.

"I d'don't think I can fit anymore," you remarked as saw how full your belly looked, every slight movement making his mushroom tip press against your walls.

Sunghoon hummed but continued to move, snickering when your legs shook helplessly around his waist.

"Well would you look at that? Told you it was gonna fit, worrying for nothing."

His tip was rubbing against your cervix and you could only mewl as he started moving in and out of you, sticky arousal spilling from the sides of his cock every time he bottomed out.

You were snapped out of your gaze when you heard your phone ringing from the side of the bed, a quick glance at the caller ID letting you know it was your best friend.

"S-sunghoon w-wait-"

"No." he breathily interjected, holding your hands in each of his as he made you stare at him, hazelnut eyes piercing into your own.

"I've been 'waiting' for too long," he rasped against your lips, eyes turning into anguish.

A pang hit your chest and you swallowed thickly, unable to hold his stare anymore out of embarrassment for your own actions.

"Keep looking at me, please," he choked out, resting his head against your forehead.

He moved his hips languidly and you jaw went slack as his tip pushed against your cervix, Sunghoon finally letting go of your hands so you could clasp his shoulders instead.

"Was having feelings for me really that scary?" Sunghoon couldn't help but murmur against your shoulder as he left timid kisses against your collarbones, breathy moans leaving his throat.

"Sunghoon-"

"You know I haven't kissed your mouth the entire time." He started, stilling his hips as he stared at you with heartache.

"That's something only couples do after all."

“And we’re not that now are we?” He whispered against your lips, his hips picking back up their pace. Your nails started digging into his pale skin as you felt something tighten in your lower belly.

“Hoonie, I’m sorry I…..” you trailed off as his lips connected to your neck, warm tongue flicking against your sensitive skin.

“Mmm, I know you are,” he panted against your lips, speeding up his pace until your eyes were going out of focus.

“That’s why I have to make you mine, both inside and out, so you won’t forget,” he warned, pressing down on your lower belly where his member was.

“Wait don’t press down that feels weird,” you rushed out, your back arching as he pressed down even more.

“Sorry bunny, I just want you to know where exactly I’m gonna mark you as mine.” He leaned in closer, the mischievous glint in his eyes back.

“Do you want me to mark your mouth as mine princess?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded as you felt your knot only get tighter, your toes curling as you sunk deeper into pleasure you knew only he could give you.

Sunghoon bent down and kissed your cheek, reaching for your hands again so he could squeeze them, three times.

“Are you sure?”

“P-positive.”

His tongue slid into your mouth and felt yourself melt against the feeling as he took control, setting the pace as something fervent as his hips got faster, whines and whimper causing his lips to vibrate.

“You're starting to tighten around me bunny, you wanted me to kiss you that badly," Sunghoon panted as he slid his tongue back into your mouth thus not giving you enough time to answer.

His hand slithered between your body and rubbed down on your swollen bud, your mouth going slack against his tongue as you felt your walls start to pulse and tighten.

"Mmm, s'close," you gasped out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Sunghoon kissed your nose and your ears, a firm but gentle "look at me" filling your eyes as you felt yourself on the edge.

"Keeping looking at me bunny, I wanna see your face when I mark you as mine."

As if you're body was under his spell that knot snapped and you felt warm liquid coat your sticky walls as you uncontrollably shook in his grip, nails leaving red marks on his alabaster skin.

"There we go, that's my good little bunny, so obedient for me," he couldn't help but coo as he continued to move his hips, the overstimulation worth it if he meant he got to fill your tummy with his seed...

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Sunghoon was jolted when he heard your phone buzzing on his nightstand, the sound only causing you to stir as he reached over to see who it was.

Boyfriend

Tsking he carefully got out of his bed so he didn't wake your sleeping form, stepping outside onto the balcony where he couldn't be heard.

"Hello?" Sunghoon answered with a saccharine sweet tone, unable to hide his grin.

He heard your boyfriend go silent in confusion as to why his voice was the one that answered and not yours, a passive "hello" leaving him in respond.

"So why are you picking up the phone and not my girlfriend?"

Sunghoon laughed sarcastically as he stared out into a marigold sunset, running his hand through his hair.

"She's is your girlfriend, correct. Or rather, she used to be," Sunghoon informed him gleefully, ending the call before the other male could respond and walking back in.

He carefully set your phone on the nightstand and kissed your forehead, the light sensor causing you to stir and sleepily open your eyes.

"Don't worry bunny you can go back to bed. Everything is alll taken care of."

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A/N: Darlings did you guys like this one? Don't be shy and tell me what you think please as usual you guys always give me the most anons and comments so I continue to spoil yall~ >_<

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[thebearer]

just thinking about carmy x shy reader who used to have the biggest crush on him when they went to school!! and carmy thought she liked mikey !

oh my god i can totally see him and now i can only think of two ghosts by harry styles ahhhh. little fluff blurb ahead for the soul <3

they go to prom together, their senior year just as friends. carmy bc donna is making him, and you... bc carmy asked you out lol. mikey set the whole thing up, he knew how much you likes carm. you were always coming over and following carmen around like a lost puppy. mikey felt bad for you, sorta, felt bad that you were so hopelessly in love with his oblivious younger brother.

carmen moved to new york and you stayed in chicago, only to reconnect years later at none other than mikey's funeral. carmen looked bad, sad and distant, but there was a glimmer of his old self when he talked to you. familiar. good.

it was a challenge, pushing yourself into the life of carmen berzatto again. two old friends catching up over coffee, first. then going to a ghost tour, because mikey used to swear it was the most entertaining shit (swore he'd see uncle jimmy on there eventually too lol). you'd help him at the beef when he'd call, helplessly needing assistance fixing some odd appliance. he'd make you greasy italian sandwiches and you'd spilt them sitting at the sticky booths, reminiscing.

it wasn't until weeks later, when things started to take a turn for the best. when carmen realized that "oh shit she's like into me into me???" he'd kissed you that night, in your apartment living room. it was rushed and a little sloppy. he'd blushed so hard after that, stammering and nervous in the low light of the room. you'd only grinned, pulling him back in.

"i- fuck- i didn't want to-to come across like that. i just... i'm sorry. i don't know why i... it felt- i don't know, i'm sorry." carmen is a stuttering mess, feeling his heart rate rise and like he might throw up at any given second.

"why are you sorry? i liked it, carmy, c'mon." you just give him a sideways, lopsided grin.

"what? are you- are you fuckin' with me right now? don't... you liked it?"

"of course i liked it. sophomore me is shitting herself right now."

"in a good way?"

you laugh, nodding. "in a very good way. c'mon, bear, don't fuck with me right now." you glare at him playfully. "you don't have to act like you didn't know i was in love with you."

"what?" carmen's eyes bulging tells you otherwise. "you-you... no, you didn't like me. you liked mikey."

"mikey?" you repeat. "carmen... i liked mikey because, i mean he was mikey, everyone liked mikey. but i had a crush on you."

carmen wasn't sure what to say, heart pounding hard in his throat, strangling the words. "really?"

you nodded, grinning gently. "i mean, you were too obsessed with claire bear to notice-"

"-oh, c'mon. don't do that." carmen cringed shaking his head.

"you did!" you laughed, jabbing his chest lightly. "you'd always talk to her in math and sketch all those pictures." you tried not to sound as hurt as your fifteen year old self had been. how you'd cried into your pillow when you found them. how you tried to make yourself look just like claire, act like her too so maybe carmen might notice you.

carmen blushed, looking down at his shoes. "well, i, uh... if it makes you feel any better. i-i was drawin' you too, ya know." he couldn't look at you, blushing positively boyishly at the admission.

it was silly. so silly and so sweet and it shouldn't have made you feel the way you did, but it did. you kissed him, two hands on the side of his cheeks, tumbling back on the sofa with him. a long, overdue kiss.

the next day, carmen asked you to come by the beef, telling you there was something that got dropped off for you while trying to figure out bills.

you opened the envelope to find a faded, crumpled piece of notebook paper, the light etchings of you on it with the algebra homework from mr. weir's junior year class.

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[ohbo-ohno]

well now i can't stop thinking about reader in a depressive episode bc she's trapped in the apartment refusing to leave the bed or check her phone for texts and the only thing ghost and soap can do is helplessly watch through the cameras..or managing to accidentally hurt herself somehow in an escape attempt and ghost sends a text berating her for it but soap can see he's actually very afraid.. angst potential here off the charts ngl

ugh i looooove good angst. my favorite romance trope is second-chance because there's very little i love more than a man fucking up and begging for forgiveness.

putting a read more here bc im gonna talk about depression and thats a pretty big cw <3

it would be very difficult to not get depressed when they're both gone for days at a time. you'd go from being in their presence 24/7, constant attention, to just nothing for days on end. especially with the presence of the collar and chain at your throat? it would all throw you into a not-quite-person headspace, and that's not great when you're all alone :(

early on you don't like to interact with them. johnny spams you with texts - funny memes, stupid things people have said, things he wants to do when he's back with you - and you ignore him out of spite (except he can see you lunge for the phone every time it buzzes, and from certain camera angels he can see the way you smile when he tells you about something embarrassing simon did). simon doesn't text much at all, that's not a specific to you thing though he's just like that, so he's almost exclusively texting you little scolding messages. smirks when he sees you scowl and pout through the camera :(

they'd be really worried once you stop getting out of bed. even when you're scared of them, there's still a fire there yk? they don't want you to change as a person, they just want to keep you. when you start to give up a little, it would send them into a bit of a tailspin.

johnny worries first (he hadn't noticed first, but he worries first). he sends you a text and you don't move to look at it, which he's never seen happen unless you're asleep or two far away from the phone to hear it. so he spams you, does that thing where he sends one letter at a time so your phone is just making an endless buzzing noise. his heart lodges in his throat when you just roll onto your other side, not even looking at it or shoving it onto the floor.

simon has to stay calm, because johnny's freaking out. he's very worried about you too, but he can't be showing that with the way that johnny's hands shake as he shoves the camera app into his face.

they can't just leave, they've got a contract they've signed promising to complete x y and z, or else they'd be on their way back when you only leave the bed once in 24 hours and it's to use the bathroom. they're snippy and pushy, rude to everyone and each other because they can't help you.

the next morning you get out of bed. ghost shakes soap awake, a rare desperation in his movements as he forces him to look at your shuffling form on the little phones screen.

you're very slow moving, stiff from your day in bed and slow from exhaustion and hunger. you trip over the chain, go sprawling to the ground with a cry that echoes like a gunshot out of simon's phone speakers. you curl up, hands cradling the knee your weight fell on, and you don't get back up.

simon and johnny are gone, immediately. they break contract and just about every traffic law ever written to get back to you, tearing up the stairs at a full sprint like there's a fire on their heels.

you're still on the floor when they get there, haven't moved an inch from where you first fell (which they know, at least one of them has had his eyes on the cameras since you hit the floor). johnny wants to take you to a hospital, but simon manages to talk him down a bit when they see that your knee is only red and a little scraped.

the real problem is in your head. you don't bother reacting much when they burst in, just sort of lay limp and let them do what they want. like a doll.

johnny's cupping your face, squeezing a little too tight and making eye contact with you. he looks frantic. "lovie? c'mon, talk to me. what's wrong, huh?"

simon's stroking over your body with hands that shake, just enough for you to notice. he's leaned against the back of the couch, you between his legs and your back against his chest, legs caged by his.

"give her a second, johnny," simon rumbles, petting up and down your arms in a soothing and consistent movement. "she's alright. just gotta..." he cuts himself off for a moment, swallowing down the lingering panic in his throat. "just need a little love, huh sweetheart? little love and attention, and you'll be okay."

they slowly coax your mind back to your body, steady movements that don't jar or (for once) don't push any of your boundaries. they're warm, murmuring soft praises and kind words.

you cry when you fully come back to yourself, overcome with how comforted you truly feel. you shouldn't. they've kidnapped you, they keep you chained to the fucking floor like a dog when they leave you.

but they're so warm, and so soft. johnny's mumbling into your neck all the things he likes about you (pretty face, soft skin, perfect size, sweetest eyes, cutest expressions) and simon is breathing heavy and deep in your ear, guiding your breathing with his as it grows heavier and heavier.

that night is the first night you cuddle into them. you need them, even if they've forced it to be that way. you can't change it now.

#anyways if any of you have fics or books with a good grovel send them to me #bo writes #asks and answers #dlmliyh

[kissohee]

thinking about virgin euijoo who has been so ready to lose his virginity for the longest but he's just so shy to bring it up to you, his slightly more experienced gf (even though you've told him to let you know when he's ready because you don't want to push him.) since the moment you guys met he's wanted you pretty much. he'd just been getting off to the thought of u for monthss. the way you'd find out wouldn't even be because he told you, it'd be either because you overhear him moaning your name or bc one day he just can't take it anymore and he just starts palming himself through his pants while u make out or smth. once u find out tho he'd become so like almost confident, he'd stare up at u with those big brown eyes, just completely full of desperation. as soon as u sit on his cock he almost cries, poor boy is so overwhelmed immediately. let's be honest, he doesn't last long at all, he can't even think or speak he'd be squeezing his eyes shut so hard as moans pour helplessly from his lips. when he finally does cum he'd practically beg u to use him to finish. at first u try telling him that it's okay and you'll teach him to use his mouth to get u off bc u don't really want to overstimulate him or anything but he'd insist and he'd be so happy he did. he'd be pussydrunk and so obsessed with the stinging feeling he gets when u continue grinding down on his length. he'd just wanna learn everything from this day on, he'd constantly want to bury his face in ur pussy and he'd want to learn how to finger u and eat u out and make u feel good but he's also suchhh a sucker for when u suck him off, he's just obsessed!! (i love virgin juju 😖)

- 🎀

nonie youre insane???? i dont even know how to respond to this.... 😓 virgin!euijoo is just so perfect oh my goodness, now i need him just like this..

#𐙚 anonies #𐙚 🎀 anon #𐙚 lunicho #ej smut #euijoo smut #&team smut #everyone should read this

[football-and-fanfics]

Advice - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jordan Henderson Request: Trent asking Hendo for advice bc he’s thinking about proposing his gf. Like asking how do you know she’s the one and stuff. Strong big bro, little brother vibes. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

Trent had been thinking about proposing to you for a while now. He was convinced he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but with that, so came the doubts. Did you want to spend the rest of your life with him? You had once mentioned that it was a dream of yours to be married one day, but you and Trent had never spoken into any further detail about it.

Trent thought long and hard on it, but finally decided to confide in the one person he trusted most on matters like these: Jordan.

"Hendo?" Trent gathered up the courage after today's training. "C--can I have a word? In private?" Jordan nodded, before taking Trent apart from the rest of the team still out on the training pitch. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Trent answered, "but... I need some advice." The worried frown on Jordan's brow loosened. "Anytime."

Trent hesitated, silently searching for the words that would do justice to what he felt. Jordan didn't pressure him in any way, and patiently waited for Trent to talk.

"I..." Trent nervously fidgeted his hands together. "I want to propose to my girlfriend, but I am at a complete loss on how to handle this." A soft smile played on Jordan's lips. "That's perfectly normal." He rested a hand on Trent's shoulder. "It's not just any decision you're making, so I would actually be rather surprised if you had everything figured out immediately."

Trent took a shaky breath. It was a relief to hear that what he was feeling was perfectly normal. "So what do I do?" He looked helplessly up at Jordan. "How can I be sure she feels the same way about me?" "Has she given you any reasons to doubt?" Jordan asked. Trent determinedly shook his head. "No, never. I'm very sure I want to do this. I mean, I've had the ring for weeks already." "Than don't worry," Jordan reassured, "trust your gut. And if you ask me: there's no chance in hell she'll say no." "You really think that?" Trent mumbled. "Yes," Jordan winked, "because I know true love when I see it."

Trent felt a weight lift off his shoulders. With Jordan's reassurances, he suddenly felt like he could fight the whole world.

"I'm going to do it." A broad, intensely happy smile broke over Trent's face. "I'm actually going to ask her to marry me! We're going out for dinner tonight, and I'm-- I'm going to pop the question."

Jordan chuckled at the happiness radiating off of Trent. "Good luck, mate. And I'll see you tomorrow as an engaged man."

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[lionmythflower]

Short pre-partyvan one shot bc I can't stop thinking abt them and trans peter who still wears makeup and stuff like that bc fuck gender norms <3

Barty glanced around the party looking at everyone.

Evan looked over to him and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Barty replied without looking over at his boyfriend. "People watching."

Evan hummed and moved closer to Barty to try and see who he was looking at.

Barty's gaze stopped on someone and his eyes wided.

"Who are you looking at?" Evan asked, eyes still scanning the crowd of people.

Barty silently positioned Evan so that he could see who Barty was looking at.

Evan's eyes went wide as well. "Since when does Pettigrew wear makeup?"

Barty shrugged helplessly.

"He's pretty."

Barty laughed and Evan scoffed.

"Please, don't act like you weren't thinking the same thing. I saw your face when you saw him." Evan exclaims.

"No, I agree love, you just voiced my thoughts that's why." Barty laughed again.

Evan hummed and leaned against Barty, still looking at Peter.

The subject of the two's interest was currently having a very animated conversation with Pandora. It was most likely gossip and drama considering how many times Pandora did their little hand thing that she did when he gasped or was shocked.

Peter used his hands a lot when he talked but Pandora didn't seem to mind as she used a bunch of hand gestures right back while talking. Peter had the biggest smile on his face and the most extreme reactions to what Pandora was saying.

"Bloody hell," Barty muttered and Evan nodded in agreement.

Cue the pinning from Barty and Evans side and Peter just laughing at it because they're ridiculous and in love with Peter. Also cue Barty and Evan both dying when Peter actually flirts back.

#Sorry if this is terrible I haven't written in a while #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #peter pettigrew #trans peter pettigrew #partyvan #rosekiller #marauders #pandora rosier #Asexual Peter #asexual evan rosier #slytherin skittles #pangender pandora

[banes-favourite]

How often do you think Gortash got sick(as in caught a cold or flu or something) as a child? Did his parents treat him the same as they would any other day or were they a bit less harsh or even possibly more harsh on him when he was sick?

Do you think he ever had the misfortune of getting sick while in the House of Hope? I imagine there's also the possibility of him getting sick while in the House of Hope due to a wound getting infected while it was healing since the cells don't look like they'd be kept that clean

Also just as a bonus durgetash thing: Imagine Gortash getting sick during the time he was working with Durge, and Durge attempts to take care of him. Maybe even going as far as making him something like some sort of dwarf-meat stew to attempt to get him to eat(I specified dwarf meat because in-game it seems to be mentioned as Durge's favourite, and it's just kind of cute to imagine Durge trying to feed Gortash something made using their favourite food in order to make him feel better). No idea if Gortash would willingly eat it, but maybe Durge doesn't tell him what's in it until afterwards or he's either sick enough or feels so touched by the effort Durge put in that he eats it even if normally he wouldn't want to

(cw for injury)

Hmm I think he would have been a relatively sickly child tbh, and his parents would do the bare minimum to help just so they wouldn't lose the help around the shop. Once he gets older though, he learns not to bother them when it happens because all he'll get is yelled at for 'allowing himself to get sick in the first place' so he just learns to tough it out. It does strengthen his immune system tho.

But you're right, I imagine although they mostly inflicted brute force type abuse on him, there were quite a lot of open wounds on his body, especially his face. One of them was bound to get infected eventually because yeah I doubt the slaves' personal hygiene was a priority. I think he got sick from them like twice during his time there, the first time wasn't quite so bad, a cut on his cheek got infected and he was swollen like a squirrel for like a week. Thankfully he got over that one on his own.

But it's hard to imagine he was always lucky. I think the second time would have happened when he was around 13 and it got bad. Nubaldin thought it funny to test a new knife on him and he cut a pretty big gash on his leg. It definitely needed stitches so Gortash managed to do them himself with some rusty ass needle and thread he found and honestly if he hadn't, his muscles would have stretched out dangerously just from his walking around. Obviously though the wound got infected so badly that only a few days later he was feeling tired, throwing up, couldn't breathe or speak or get out of bed. He developed sepsis and spent like two full days unable to do anything but rot helplessly in his cell, skin pale as fuck, cold to the touch even if he was in literal Avernus, fighting for his very life. Honestly if Raphael hadn't found him and healed him, he would have died. (adding to his twisted view of his abuser bc he was soo grateful to him). After that he took extra care of his open wounds.

I love the durgetash idea, your brain is huge. Durge 100% would make him a dwarf soup just to laugh at his expression when he told him afterwards. Unfortunately for him, a very sick and tired-of-his-shit Gortash would just thank him and comment that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. Then Durge would tell him to fuck off as he drapes a blanket over him and brings him a hot coffee and threatens to gut him if he doesn't get at least 7 hours of sleep.

#anon #asks #bg3 #gortash #enver gortash #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #bg3 gortash #durgetash #durge #bg3 durge #the dark urge

[megistusdiary]

ok i know i have like 6 asks in my box right now, but i keep having a bunch of random ideas lately.

like imagine rough sex with childe. he's all stressed because of work, so you offer to help him out and he just manhandles tf outta you (✨consensually, ofc✨)

warnings: dom!childe and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

rough sex, marking, a little choking, some dacryphilia, overstimulation, cussing, petnames (childe calls reader princess, babe, and good girl), size kink. also let it be known, anytime there is penetration, they're using condoms. we promote safe sex here ♡ aftercare at the end bc i'm a soft bitch idc!

"holy shit, princess." childe gasped, chuckling as his fingers pressed into your hips. "how are you still so fucking tight?"

your hands gripped the blankets beneath you, balling the fabric into your fists. it was extremely hot with childe's body pressing yours into the bed roughly. you could feel your hair sticking to the sides of your face from the sweat lining your skin.

you were still so sensitive from all of the rough foreplay earlier in the evening. he fingered you while mouthing at your clit until you couldn't distinguish when you actually were coming.

childe snapped you back to reality as you felt his hand pressed against the column of your neck. his fingers gently squeezed the sides, nothing to cause pain, only to restrict your airflow briefly.

you let out a quiet squeak as your attention turned back on him. "hey, what are you thinking about, pretty girl? don't get distracted while i'm fucking you, now."

you parted your lips to speak as he shoved his cock deeper inside you. the tufts of hair lining his pubic bone swiped over your oversensitive clit perfectly as you writhed under him.

he slowly let go of your throat, opting to grip your chin instead. "i was-oh i was thinking about you eating me out-!" you ended with a gasp as childe angled his hips, pressing impossibly deeper. "fuck, you're gonna break me-" your eyes began to water with crystal clear tears as childe cooed.

"oh how pretty.." he wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes with his thumb. "you can take it, can't you? i thought you wanted- fuck...i thought you wanted to be my good girl? make me feel better after my shitty day at work?" childe reminded you as you bit your lip, reminding yourself of your promise.

you gingerly nodded as he grinned, moving your fists from where they were balled up above your head. he pinned your wrists down with one of his hands, reminding you just how large he was.

"look at how small you are, babe. you're so cute." he almost went soft for a moment before he suddenly pulled out. childe gripped your waist firmly before moving you around on the bed as he wished. his hands were large against your body, covering more of your skin than your own could. and he lifted you with such ease, it almost made you wonder what he really did for a living.

until he pushed you face-first into the bed. he raised your hips up, forcing your back to arch deeply before sliding back in.

"childe-!" you cried out, muffled by the bed sheets as he firmly gripped your hips, beginning to pick up the previous rhythm.

"do you feel good, princess? hm?" he grinned as you nodded breathlessly against the blankets.

"yes- fuck- i want more! harder!" you begged him, thighs shaking slightly. childe swore he saw hearts in his vision listening to you beg for him.

"you're even dirtier than i am. how adorable." he obliged, however, thrusting into your pussy faster than he had before, hips now angled perfectly to hit the spot he knew you loved.

you moaned into the bed helplessly, held down firmly by childe as you begged to come.

"you have been a good girl..." he went quiet, pretending he was pondering the thought as he suddenly reached one of his hands down to play with your clit.

your hips jumped when he made contact with the bud, hearing him laugh behind you.

"go ahead, pretty girl. come on my cock for me." childe coaxed as he rubbed harsh circles into your clit. combined with the stimulation to your front and deep inside you, it wasn't long before your thighs began to shake as you reached your high.

you collapsed further into the mattress before childe once again changed your position for you.

now you found yourself on his lap, your back against his chest with his cock still deep inside of you.

he kept one hand spanned over your throat, pinning you to him to prevent you from falling forward as he continued to thrust into you. you cried out, nails digging into his thighs lightly.

"childe! i can't! i just came!" you gasped, writhing and squirming on his lap to no avail. he held you tightly against him, and you could tell even now he was holding back somewhat.

he kept thrusting up into you, leaning his head down to kiss your shoulders. he moved the hand on your throat just slightly so he could kiss your throat.

he suddenly bit down gently, sucking at the skin beneath your ear as you squirmed. "no not there- i have to- they're going to see and-"

"let them. i want everyone to know who spoils you fucking rotten." childe grinned behind you, continuing to place marks up and down the column of your throat. he trailed some across your shoulders and collarbones too, all while pressing himself into you.

you could tell he was getting close by his uneven thrusts as you tried to move your hips down against his.

"i'm gonna come soon, pretty girl." he warned you anyways, though he could tell you knew by your movements to aid him.

his hips suddenly stilled inside of you, slowly humping into you as his hand went lax around your throat.

as a result, your head fell back against his shoulder, hearing his soft breaths and groans in your ear.

he slowly eased himself out, being gentle with your sensitive pussy as he laid you down on the bed.

he tied the condom, throwing it away in the trash before pulling his boxers back on and disappearing into the bathroom.

he was back in seconds with a wash cloth and tub of water, kneeling on the floor. he pulled you towards the edge of the bed as you laid down exhausted.

"deja vu, huh?" he teased, referring to your position as your face heated up. he slowly moved the washcloth over your sensitive areas, clearing away any slick left on you.

he was careful with you, despite the roughness he was capable of and demonstrated nearly five minutes prior.

"all clean." he smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he tucked you into the bed, removing the dirty blankets and replacing them with new ones. as soon as he laid down next to you, your eyes threatened to close, cuddling into his chest, feeling his soft breaths against your neck as he lulled you to sleep.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #childe smut #childe x reader #genshin childe #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #childe #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

[yonemurishiroku]

Jasico Royal AU or whatever idk anw the idea is that there were two sides to war and Jason was tasked with assassinating Nico. However there was an accident and he ended up losing his memories, saving Nico in some accidents and being picked up by Nico, and later developing affection for his savior without realizing he was supposed to kill him.

It was a cute story, yada yada. AND then one day, Nico found out that Jason was actually sent to kill him. Before Jason himself remembered, mind you.

He's heartbroken, feeling betrayed, etc all that stuff. And of course, he can't just ask Jason about it, now can he?.

So basically after that they just go around in this sort-of tense situation in which Nico keeps wondering if all this - the amnesia, this thing they've gotten (think it the way you like i know nothing anymore) - is just a scam to get his guard down.

Imagine. Nico helplessly and painfully fell more in love at any good things Jason did for him whilst beating himself up to the belief that it was just all a lie. Falling in despair at the thought that he had exposed himself too much to someone planning to kill him. At the thought that no one actually loved him, after all.

All the while Jason had no idea. So he kept being nice to Nico and expressing his affection, having not a clue it only tears Nico apart. Jason didn't know anything (bc he was just an amnesia servant Nico picked up somewhere and thus stayed close to only him), though he was sensitive enough to know something was troubling Nico, and his intimacy might be a factor, which ended up distancing them further - which might or might not further cement the theory in Nico's head.

Their love is tethering. Delicious. I'd eat that shit up.

Now. When Jason does remember his task though. He'd have to choose - to continue (now that he had gotten Nico's trust to some degree, whilst wondering if Nico himself could have found out) or to ditch the mission, fake amnesia, and remain by Nico's side as it was, basically lying to Nico.

You'd say that the wise choice would to just lay all his cards out. But. Would it hurt Nico? Wouldn't he feel betrayed? (He really did HAHAHA) Would Nico even trust him? (He's trying) Would Jason even make it out alive when it's revealed that he's an assassin coming to take the life of a prince/ king/ whatever?

So many variables. So Jason kept it down.

BUT the truth will out. Oh, and the moment it was out. how spectacular it would be. when all the cards unfold and Nico realized that Jason remembered, and everything they had had was just a lie. Even though Jason was actually sincere. Even though he had tried so hard just to stay by Nico's side. Nico just couldn't bring himself to believe and it wasn't even his fault. Their words would never reach.

Nico let Jason escape - just because Jason had saved him once. So Jason had no choice but to return to his kingdom. The war had been declared at the exposed assassinating attempt.

And the next time they see each other, they'd be enemies.

If I had enough willpower I could literally make this a 50-something chapter long-fic but I don't. So.

#nico di angelo #jason grace #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jasico #jasico prompt #royal au #yone au #jasico royal au #yone writing

[ladytauria]

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

🤔hmmm

so in recent years i've mostly stopped posting wips bc, despite the best of intentions i have a hard time finishing them lol

buuut. looking through my drafts...

there are a couple i don't see myself working on again any time soon lmao.

two in particular stand out. one is a selkie!jason wip & the other is one that was, according to my notes, inspired by a fancomic. past me did not think to leave a link to this comic, bc she's helpful like that <3

the latter wip takes place at a winter gala. tim is by himself, keeping an eye on the others & making his rounds through the gala, checking off a mental list of people to talk to. he's kinda starting to flag, though; keeping up his timothy drake-wayne personality through so many conversations is kinda taking a toll on him.

and as he's mid conversation with one of the people on his list--

“Excuse me.” Tim catches a whiff of expensive cologne, chased by gunpowder, smoke, and leather. A warm hand finds the small of his back, and—almost without his own permission—he finds himself relaxing into it. “I hate to interrupt, but—” Jason steps into view, dressed to the nines in a perfectly fitted tux and deep red waistcoat. His hair is artfully messy; a roguish smile on his face. “Could I have this dance?” He cocks his brow. Tim knows him well enough to see the nerves—the sheepishness in his eyes, the way he braces himself for rejection. He doesn’t have anything to worry about. Tim is helplessly, hopelessly endeared. He barely manages to tamp down on his grin, keeping his answering smile something more polite.

their relationship at this point is still new and tentative--it started when one of their cases crossed, and each realized the other was working a lot of hard, dangerous cases with little to no back up. which was fine when they were doing it, but not so fine that the other is. u know. the usual :P

so they start working together. mostly. but then jason gets injured doing something dumb, without calling for tim like he should have. and tim reminds him that they'r partners. the whole point of them teaming up was that neither of them is supposed to be fighting alone anymore.

which---when tim asks why jason is at the gala, when he hates them & also has no reason to be there since he's not been legally resurrected... jason tells him more or less the same thing.

"we're partners, right? no more fighting alone."

and then tim kisses him in front of everyone, not caring even a little bit that it will probably be all over the society pages the next morning <3

but! i have two issues with this fic. issue a) writing the gala. and then issue b) it almost feels like it should be a scene in a longer work, so i can work that backstory in? but i don't... really have a plot. i could probably make it work anyway, but! i dunno. right now too many other wips have my attention so even if i don't abandon this one entirely, it will be a long time before i pick it back up.

and then the selkie!jason wip is p easy to explain. i had an idea for a single, solitary, poignant scene and utterly NO ideas for the plot that would lead UP TO that lovely scene.

so.

here's the scene, which would, theoretically, be the closing lines:

Jason runs his thumb over his coat, the leather of its disguise buttery soft, and watches Tim. He’s utterly at ease on Jason’s couch, scrolling through his phone, one arm dangling off the armrest. Jason swallows, stomach twisting with nerves. He takes a breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Then, he strides forward, clenching his coat a bit tighter. He kneels in front of Tim, capturing his attention. His phone falls to the side as Tim’s brows furrow. Before he can ask what Jason is doing, Jason unfurls his coat, wrapping it around Tim’s shoulders. His eyes grow wide. “Ja— wh—“ Jason can feel the heat on his face. Knows he has to be pink, at the very least. But he doesn’t stop, tugging Tim forward and into the briefest, chastest kiss before resting their foreheads together. “Caught you,” he murmurs. The smile he receives is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

context? ur guess is as good as mine <3

[ fanfic writer ask game ]

#jaytim #asks and answers #deepwithintheabyss #thank you for asking!! #ive been wanting to post about the selkie fic FOREVER lmfao #tauriawritesfanfic

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

for the ask game, perspective flip of let's fall in love (for the week)?

hello this is not so much a perspective flip as it is a deleted scene because I got possessed by the urge to write some established exr hurt/comfort because I am in my FEELINGS so enjoy

Also hello I posted this before I finished it bc I suck I WILL BE BACK SOON I DON'T HAVE TIME NOW

Enjolras doesn't quite slam the door behind him, but it's close. He closes his eyes and focuses on taking deep, steadying breaths in and out. He can just barely make out the low rumble of Grantaire and Eponine speaking in the kitchen, and acknowledges to himself that he should have thanked Eponine for covering for the two of them. But he can't really face speaking to anyone right now, not while his skin is still crawling.

Enjolras walks to the edge of his and Grantaire's bed and sinks onto it, gripping hard to the fabric of the duvet. He's just considering burying his head in the nearest pillow and screaming for a while, when his phone, resting on the bedside table, starts ringing. One glance at the screen tells him it's Cosette.

Enjolras takes a few more deep breaths and physically tries to pull himself together. He swallows, and then answers. "Hello?" To his credit, he thinks he manages to sound pretty normal.

"Enj," Cosette says, voice frantic. "I just woke up, and mom and dad- I think they're in Paris. I swear, I didn't know they were going. They left a fucking note. I don't know if they're there or not yet, but they might-"

"They are," Enjolras interrupts her frantic rambling.

There's a pause, and then "They've been there already, haven't they?"

"Yeah," Enjolras sighs, lying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. "They just left."

"Shit," Cosette says simply, which, yeah, Enjolras agrees. "Did anything- Was it all okay?"

He rubs his hand over his eyes. "Just about. Grantaire was here when they arrived, and I wasn't, but Grantaire's friend was here too and she managed to cover for us."

Cosette hums thoughtfully. "Sounds like a useful person to have around." There's a pause, and then she says softly, "Are you okay?"

He's not really, but he's not about to tell Cosette that.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he says instead.

Cosette, mercifully, leaves it there. Enjolras hangs up and goes back to staring up at the ceiling in silence, and he doesn't look up at the creak of the door opening.

"Hey," Grantaire says softly. He's holding a cold flannel in one hand, and before Enjolras can say anything he rests it gently on his forehead. "I couldn't tell if you actually had a migraine or if you were just trying to escape. So I figured I'd bring you this anyway."

Enjolras hums softly. It had mostly been an excuse to escape, but there is an undeniable throbbing in his right temple now. "Thanks."

Grantaire sits down on his side of the bed, his hand still resting gently on Enjolras' head.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

Enjolras has to lie to Cosette, but that doesn't mean he has to to Grantaire. He hesitates, and then shrugs helplessly.

Grantaire sighs, and then slides down the bed and grips Enjolras' chin gently in his hands, turning his head so they're looking at each other.

"Nothing happened," he says, his voice gentle. "Ép covered for us. We're okay."

Another knot of anxiety curls in Enjolras' stomach. "It was too close."

Grantaire makes a noise, neither an agreement or disagreement, but he does frown.

"Three months left," Enjolras says, "Three months, and that's it." Three months until Cosette comes to Paris, three months before he never has to talk to his parents again.

Grantaire sighs. "Three months is a long time, E. Are you sure you won't-?"

Enjolras shakes his head firmly. "Not an option." He's already done three months of no contact with Cosette once, he's not doing it again.

Grantaire sighs, but they've had this conversation many, many times, so thankfully he drops it for now, and presses a kiss to Enjolras' forehead instead.

The two of them lie in silence for a moment, simply looking at each other. Enjolras takes the time to admire all the little details of Grantaire's face- the dimple in his left cheek, the soft dark scruff of his beard, the deep grey of his eyes. Enjolras finds himself settling down slowly, his mind not in hyperdrive anymore.

He still scowls. "I can't believe he ate your pastry." He's furious about that actually, now he thinks on it.

Grantaire laughs. "Enj, it's just a pastry."

Enjolras scowls harder. "I bought it for you, though."

Grantaire smiles, and leans over to peck Enjolras on the nose. "You're sweet," he says, and Enjolras smiles despite himself.

"Now turn around," Grantaire says. "I've had like four hours of sleep followed by a traumatic event, and I'm calling mandatory nap time."

Enjolras huffs a laugh as he shifts on the bed, pressing his back up against Grantaire's chest. Grantaire's arm settles heavy around his waist, rubbing a small, repetitive circle on his stomach, on the spot where Enjolras' anxieties always seem to fester and make him feel nauseous.

But the motion of Grantaire's hand slowly soothes him, and finally, the comforting feeling of Grantaire breathing against him calms his racing mind

#answered #my writing #modern au #they're cute your honor #exr

[nevalizona]

Ohmygod😭😭😭😭 I read a wiki of a killer in d*ad by d*ylight and ohmygod😭😭😭😭 I am so enamored by him! It's like he was made for me. This is going to be a dumb long post bc I just wanna copy and paste some sections from his lore that stood out to me. It's all under the cut. At the end I talk a little about it, but I need to put my thoughts together in a more put-together way. This will do for now.

Oh and trigger warnings for gore and violence.

In the sweltering barn, he stares at the blood dripping from his hammer, feeling as though he were in a dream. Strange. Weird. Unhinged. No. Not a dream. More like... like he's living in a TV show... watching himself from a distance. Slaughtered cows thick and wet all around him. Seven or eight of them writhing helplessly in warm, coagulating blood. Heads cracked open. Brain and gore spilling out. Flies buzzing around him, buzzing in his face, buzzing in his ears, telling him this slaughter is who he is. This senseless slaughter is his worth... his only worth.

The flies circle his face and laugh at him. The high-pitched whining returns. "The pigs got names and you didn't! Duke and Donny." He swats at the flies. Pa nudges him. "Come on, Boy, show'em you can do more with that hammer!" Boy... That's what Pa calls him. Boy... That's what Ma calls him. They think he's too dumb to know he doesn't have a name. A real name. He knows. All his life he knew. He knew and imagined himself as Max... Max Thompson. Imagined his Pa was so proud of him that he gave him his name. How he dreamed to have his father's name... how he dreamed... Pa shoves him.

Ma sobs on the ground with a mouth full of cracked teeth. Boy lifts her with one arm and a flood of inarticulate words rush out of his mouth. Words he only understands. Words the TV taught him. He wants to know his name, his real name, and she just stares at him, confused, lost, desperate. She gurgles blood and chips of tooth slip down the side of her face as she begs for her life. Even if she understood what he was saying she could tell him nothing. "My name! My name! What's my name!" Boy slams his Ma against the ground again and again.

"Why? Why did you hate me? What did I do to make you both hate me so much?" Her face is both beautiful and hideous at the same time. Evil veiled by beauty. He hugs her, harder and harder, wishing everything would have been different, wishing he were one of those damn pigs. They spoiled them with love, affection and time — all that time they spent with Duke and Donny while he groveled nameless and alone in a dungeon built just for him. He tries to lift her, but slips in a pool of her blood. She struggles in his embrace. Every time he asks the question he squeezes her tighter and tighter. "My name... What's my name?" Her struggles cease and she jerks spasmodically.

Boy moves to the side to let him pass and stares at his good work. Stares at the gore dripping from his skull like putty. Watches him stagger left and right in the moonlight. If he were a cow, he'd end his suffering. But he's not a cow. He's something else. Something vile and corrupt. Boy watches him disappear in the shadows. He stares at the darkness until he hears a thud. A strange feeling fills his heart and he... laughs. It feels good to fight back and show them his worth — his real worth.

These deputies seem angrier than the last. He's not sure if it's because he felled their friends or if he ended their cleaning racket with his Pa. Maybe both. He just gets the sense if they catch him they'll make him suffer and squeal like a pig. Those pigs. Those damn pigs they loved so much. Why did they have to love them so much and him so little. Had they treated him like those pigs he would have been happy. He would have been happy and he would have been something else. He would have been a hero like that boy who wore a cape and helped the world all because of how his Ma and Pa raised him.

I don't have anything concise to say, but I love how much being loved by parents and the importance of a name is highlighted throughout all of Max's lore. If his parents had shown him even an ounce of kindness, things could have turned out different. He even goes as far to say that if his parents had treated him as they treated their prized pigs, things would be different.

#stevie.txt #text #d*ad by d*ylight

[affablyevilshowdown]

Ok so lore is happening now (highly inspired by @white-boy-bracket bc I love them and everything that's happening over there). This won't be on their level cause I don't have a plot or a mystery but I've already planned out too much to not share.

If you don't want to see lore just blacklist Affably Evil Lore

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So, Alex from S and D tier is the ultimate supervillian and their power is yes. They were contacted by a dragon and the over excitable elf he's possessing (Virid and Kitri, my OCs). Kitri had this fantastic idea to have a villain convention where evil people from thousands of alternate universes could meet, swap stories, network and-

"Fight to the death!"

"No, Alex." Virid interrupts. He had been against this plan, knowing Kitri is mostly immortal but not immortal enough to survive the reality-warper if things went poorly. "We could all easily figure out who could beat whom in a physical fight, and you would win."

"It would be far more interesting to win a different competition," Kitri speaks again. "A popularity contest where the voters all have traditional morality yet love us anyway." There's an odd wistful tone to his voice that Virid immediately stomps out.

"And the best part, it wouldn't be canon." Virid says, baiting the trap.

"It isn't canon? It's not canon?" Alex chokes out, sounding like he was just run over by a truck.

"But my elf had an idea so here it is anyway" Virid finishes. These lovesick fools, so easy. (Kitri silently ponders how unfair it is that you can't glare at someone who lives in your head)

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So Alex creates a neutral non-canon convention space and summons thousands of villains at random (each with a plus one)

There are Laws set in place. Not laws like don't murder, no one here would respect arbitrary rules. Like gravity rules 98.6% of realities, here the Laws are:

First Law of VillainCon is don't talk about VillainCon

Every one must return to the dimension they came from at the exact moment they left

Complaints will be settled with additional time in the ball pit.

It's Not Canon (except for the wizard, the wizard IS canon)

Death is not permanent.

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Other details:

Taako the wizard is here. (I've never listened to Adventure Zone but someone once paid one of the McElroy brother's to say "Vriska did nothing wrong" in his character's voice and that lives in my head rent free). So Taako has a booth and gives some contestants (like HAL9000 and Jevil) gold star pins that say they did nothing wrong. These pins are the only things that can materially change people's lives once they return to their universe and it grants them a wish (but Taako decides the wish)

Ex. One contestant had been pulled out of his world right after he died and his pin allows him to stay resurrected once he's sent back.

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Basically I was thinking about the Bibi/Claire round bc when I was setting up the match I thought "mwa ha ha no matter who wins I'll be happy >:3" and that was true but the flip side is no matter who loses I'm going to be devastated. And then a part of me whispered "if you were an artist you could draw Amy and Chane being emotional support" and another part of me was halfway through writing a fic where those 2 bonded and now its a whole thing.

The joke about VillainCon not being canon is that Alex is helplessly in love with their roommate Morgan and in non-canon content, Alex and Morgan have explicitly romantic interactions.

Please ask me questions about Kitri, most of the content I write will be about the contestants and their plus ones but Kitri is my boy and both he and the dragon soul that lives in his brain are Affably Evil.

Yes this is incredibly self indulgent, I'm not sorry.

I only have 3-4 things planned so far but if anyone has ideas come talk to me!!

#Affably Evil Showdown #Affably Evil Lore

[noxiatoxia]

heres an anon ask you can use to write/talk more about kaoru getting hurt and hikaru freaking out bc i love any content that has them freak out about the other hurting

OMG SPINS YOU AROUND IN MY ARMS THANK YOU ANON <3 !!

Ok WELL. I have. lots and lots of thoughts. So i did say before I like it best when Kaoru is the one who is injured because.....well ok admittedly I like fucking with Kaoru but ALSO I really love writing Hikaru's reactions. He's always so emotional and overreactive at times. It's fun illustrating the pure panic he's thrust into even in situations where Kaoru really isn't in any huge danger. I'm just. a sucker for characters absolutely flipping out at the smallest sign that somebody they love is hurt.

I've talked b4 about a concept where Kaoru gets a painful but non-lethal or life-altering injury, nothing drastic, but..........ok let me be cringe.....i wanna talk about the potentially darker stuff.

Tw for like, a lot of whump tropes. kidnapping, murder, etc.

Okay. I'm gonna jump into it with an idea involving kidnapping.

This is actually really interesting to me in the Ouran universe, because unlike some series, there's...actually a lot of legit reasons as to why you'd try to kidnap a number of these characters. iirc (dont quote me on it tho) it even almost happened in the manga to kyoya?? from what i've heard. again don't quote me.

SO being rich heirs to a big name company, trying to kidnap one or both the twins? It's actually a really plausible thing to happen.

I think the twins get off lucky in some aspects. Namely, they're identical. In some cases, I could see them not caring which twin they got, but maybe they want Hikaru the most since he's the eldest (and therefore the inheritor) but...which one is hikaru?? and besides, they're always together, meaning you'd HAVE to deal with 2 people. kidnapping two people is a lost of hassle. I think they've avoided it this long on those facts, among just good security and whatnot.

But let's say, one day, they aren't so lucky. dunno if this would happen when they're younger, like middle school, so they're not nearly as strong as they could be. Or it does happen in high school. whichever u want to imagine i suppose.

It could happen in a LOT of ways. maybe they got into a scuffle with some guys and they only got Kaoru. Maybe out of fear kaoru lied and said he was hikaru so they wouldn't go after his brother. maybe they just didn't care and got the first twin they saw.

I can imagine, if both twins were present, they would fight hard. they aren't trained in any way, and with no guards or police to help, they're helplessly overpowered, but they fight like their life depends on it (because for all they know it DOES) and they manage to put up a good struggle.

Maybe they DO end up getting away. Obviously they don't win the fight, but they manage to put enough distance between themselves and their kidnappers that they can run as fast as they can and as far as they can. they end up hiding somewhere so nobody can find them as they catch their breath. They're terrified out of their minds and are huddling together, breathing shakily. they both have some cuts and bruises. they wait until they think it's safe enough to call for help.

But what if Kaoru was seriously injured during the altercation? They still get away, but Kaoru is really struggling to keep up with Hikaru. he's limping terribly because the prick stabbed him in his side and he's bleeding everywhere, but pure adrenaline is making him sprint. Once they hide, Kaoru collapses and as the adrenaline fades THAT'S when it becomes an issue. The pain readily becomes apparent to him and it hurts so bad he can't really move. Blood is getting everywhere and he's breathing really fast, probably because he's so scared.

Hikaru is in a full blown PANIC. he's trying so hard to calm kaoru down, telling him to keep his eyes open, it'll be okay, he's calling an ambulance. He pulls his own shirt or jacket off to press to Kaoru's wound to try and stop the bleeding, but it just soaks through.

The shock and adrenaline wearing off might make Kaoru begin to cry a little as the barricaded emotions and pain coming surging through. this obviously only scares hikaru more.

it'd be fucking worse though if the kidnappers succeeded. in getting kaoru, that is. Oh my god. Especially if they injured him. his brother is bleeding and screaming and these people have him and hikaru can't catch up. he'd feel SO guilty and responsible, even if he physically couldn't do anything bc they injured him too. they like, fucking stabbed him or shot him and he can't move but fuck they have kaoru!! why isn't he doing anything!?

he'd spend all day and night and the days after looking for kaoru, not resting until he gets his little brother back.

It'd be hell on them both. Kaoru is scared and alone and in pain. Hikaru is freaking out and snapping at everyone, yelling at them to do better, find kaoru faster because it'll be YOUR faults if he dies or if something bad happens to him. He's just really, really scared and under so much stress. He doesn't sleep, at least not well, until Kaoru is found. When they rescue Kaoru one way or another, Hikaru is holding him so, so tightly and that's when he finally allows himself to cry, because he was SO fucking scared and this whole thing was a living nightmare and he's so unbelievably ungodly happy to have kaoru back in his arms alive and safe. He doesn't let go of him for hours and snaps at anybody who gets near them. I think it's soothing for Kaoru, too. After the trauma of what just happened, being alone with Hikaru in his embrace makes him feel less lonely and vulnerable.

Don't get me fuckin started if they BOTH were kidnapped though. I think the kidnappers, if they were smart, would figure out very early on they could get them both to comply by threatening Kaoru. Kaoru is already more compliant than Hikaru; he knows when he should and shouldn't fight back. But hikaru isn't. he'll fight these bastards, give them a hard time, do everything to try and break free. Where ever they're being held, Hikaru is causing them so much trouble, and even when they threaten to hurt him, even when they do hurt him, he doesn't really stop. Not for long, at least.

They'd probably find that if they threaten Kaoru, that gets Hikaru to shut up quickly. They threaten to slice Kaoru's throat if Hikaru refuses an order of theirs, has a knife to his throat. Suddenly, Hikaru is begging them not to hurt Kaoru, saying he'll do anything they want.

You can imagine like, any dark or fucked up scenario you want. But basically, I really DO think Hikaru would endure literally anything for Kaoru. As long as they don't hurt Kaoru, Hikaru would take anything and everything they throw at him. Kaoru hates it. He feels so fucking guilty that these awful things are happening and it's because Hikaru doesn't want him getting hurt.

Realistically, you could say most kidnappers wouldn't try to hurt them. They want hostages because they want money, and these kids have lots of money. Hurting them is a last resort reserved for making them comply. I guess it depends if the kidnappers are after something else/get some sort of sick enjoyment out of hurting them, or seeing Hikaru panic when they threaten his brother.

RELATED idea......murder attempts.

again, while I think kidnapping is a more realistic scenario given the Hitachiin's wealth, assassination is also plausible for several similar reasons. It could also just be a case of unfortunate luck having a run in with some less than well meaning person.

But like...Kaoru getting attacked by someone. Their attempt is lethal. They caught him off guard so they have the upper hand, and they're probably using a weapon like a knife to injure him.

Hikaru is never too far away from Kaoru at a given moment, and so he luckily wasn't very far when he hears his brother cry out. And when he sees what's happening, hears the screaming, the attacker's threats, the blood....he goes fucking. ballistic.

It's not like he's even thinking, he just ACTS. It's all a blur as he takes the attacker by surprise and dislodges the knife from their hand. the thing is, if Kaoru doesn't cry out to stop him, if the attacker doesnt just run away, there is a good chance Hikaru actually takes that knife and kills the person himself. He doesn't really think about it. he's high off adrenaline and seeing red from seeing somebody trying to kill his little brother. He's not fucking thinking, just acting on pure instinct. And instinct is telling him he needs to protect Kaoru at any cost necessary. And without hesitation, that includes stabbing a knife into somebody's throat.

He's in a bad daze as the attacker collapses and he focuses on Kaoru, who's also on the floor or at least crouched/keeled over, bleeding and in awful pain. There's blood all over Hikaru's hands and probably his shirt but he doesn't think about it as he crouches down to pull kaoru into his arms. i don't think either of them think to call the police. hikaru's mind is pure static focused only on kaoru. he's not even saying anything. the fact he killed another person hasn't even set in yet, he's just protectively shielding his brother and plugging his wounds with his hands, breath trembling. kaoru's breath is also trembling and he has tears in his eyes but he isn't saying anything. he's shaking. i honestly think police only show up because somebody else saw/heard what happened and called them, and once they show up and confront the twins, kaoru nearly passed out and hikaru pretty much dissociated, does hikaru wake up from his daze and realize what just happened, and oh my god i just killed another person.

i think in this case unlike others, he'd instantly let medics see kaoru. usually he doesn't want anyone near kaoru. not even medics. but he realizes as he snaps out of it just how bad of shape kaoru is in, and he feels awful he didn't call and ambulance and instead spaced out as he squeezed his brother to his chest as he bled everywhere. im sure hikaru also gets into some trouble for the killing thing but tbh good money + circumstances im sure he's let off the hook. that certainly does NOT take away from the trauma though because something like that fucks you up for life, and im sure his hands probably shake really badly anytime he has to hold a knife now.

(^^ that could be a whole story in an of itself... i love trauma recovery <3 both twins would be so fucked up after that experience. should write it sometime)

OKAY ON THE LIGHTER END OF THINGS.... (well, somewhat) just. accidents and other major injuries. Nobody is trying to hurt anybody else, it just sort of happened.

I actually had this idea in my head once in relation to my Kaoru Has Depression thread which i sorta forgot about bc i never posted it on there bc it seemed rather dark/edgy even for that thread and tbh idk if it's in-character(??) but with tweaking i think it could work.

the set up doesnt really matter tbh, but in my head the reason this happens is because Kaoru's been very in and out of it lately. second year of high school and he's dealing with reeeeally bad depression (cuz. i hc he has severe diagnosed depression somebody fucking tell that guy to see a doctor already) and with this comes him being unfocused and generally dissociating a lot. Anyways, it sort of happens at the worst possible time. Kaoru blanks out and is just on auto-pilot and is talking walks. He does this routinely now to clear his head, and he always goes without Hikaru because unfortunately Hikaru is the cause (indirectly) of his stress in more areas than one. so he's alone not really present and just walking wherever his feet take him.

Multiple things could happen here, really. And i have 2. the first one is, well, getting involved in a traffic accident.

i mean if you're wandering around not paying attention to your surroundings and suddenly just step onto a roadway or passage and you aren't aware of that, yeah it's likely a car is gonna hit you.

now i think thankfully kaoru is in a somewhat residential area wherever he's walking aka the speed limit is 25 which isn't good to be struck at but it's not like. 55. so anyways that fucking hurts. it knocks him right out of his depression-induced daze as he's flung across the road either into a patch of grass or onto the curb (if ur Evil) and everything Fucking Hurts. it probably breaks his leg or something, maybe something worse, maybe there's blood. internal bleeding for sure but idk if there would be many outward signs.

the person who hit him is probably panicking like oh fuck are you okay im calling an ambulance right now. and kaoru is still a little dazed, having been snapped from his dissociating to now being in excruciating pain and he can't feel his leg. his hands are shaking horribly but he manages to get his mostly undamaged phone out of his pocket and call hikaru and it's probably really awkward because kaoru is unusually calm because the whole thing hasn't really washed over him yet.

"Hey, Kaoru!" "Hey, Hikaru. Um, just to let you know, I'm not gonna be home when I said I was" "?? Why?" "Oh well, I got hit by a car. I'm probably going to a hospital." "WHAT"

ofc hikaru RUSHES to the hospital to see kaoru only to have to wait a few hours bc they have to make sure kaoru is okay. operations and shit. Kaoru is still pretty out of it even when Hikaru is by his bed-side near tears and Kaoru can't even really understand why... (mental illness)

ok a 2nd idea I had........this one is weirder bear with me.

i like. tropes where characters are Stuck somewhere and have to Survive with it. esp in unfavorable conditions. so, related to what i said earlier: kaoru going for a walk and not paying attention, except this time he's in the woods bc nature pretty or smth. not looking, he takes a wrong step and falls down a small cliff/steep hill, and then he lands...wrong. like, injures his back. and he can't get back up.

plus, his phone either broke on the tumble down or it's dead, so he's just kind of. well. fucked.

i like scenarios like this cuz it's like. the fear and the feeling of powerlessness, the utter loneliness and idea of dying alone. especially for kaoru, that's really scary. it's the one thing he's terrified of most. and since he can't move, he just has to hope somebody finds him. that they care enough to look for him.

maybe he gets lucky and somebody - friend or stranger - finds him relatively quickly, like in a few hours. maybe he's not so lucky, and he's stuck there for over two days.

obviously, i like Maximum Evilness but also I think it could potentially be. interesting? Kaoru is already so mentally unstable. He's already horrifically lonely and depressed. Being forced to be stuck in the dirty creepy woods for days on end, alone? I can only really imagine the things he might think up, what conclusions or feelings he'd reach. Especially as he grows hungrier/dehydration, that would cause major issues not just bodily, but psychologically. Hallucinations/psychosis, generally just. making his depression/anxiety worse. He's a bit of a hysterical mess there wondering if he's being left to die on purpose because nobody fucking cares about him. He wonders if he can even blame them.

I like to think it's Haruhi who finds him, actually. the whole host club are searching with the ootori private police and regular police. haruhi elected to search the woods but surprisingly, hikaru (who has been worried SICK this whole time) tries to shoot it down. they're all under the assumption kaoru was kidnapped, it makes the most sense, and what kidnapper is hiding out in the woods? but tamaki convinces hikaru to give it a shot and so he lets haruhi go.

it's probably a fucking miracle she finds him in time or finds him at all. Kaoru probably freaks out at first thinking it's a stranger or somebody here to hurt him but when he sees haruhi he's insanely glad. he just wants to go home where it's warm and there's food and his brother will be waiting for him.

obviously though, again, experiences like that are pretty traumatizing. hikaru feels like shit for almost preventing haruhi from finding his brother, bc had she not done that he probably would have died. and so he does NOT leave kaoru's side and hovers over him like 24/7.

in general...i just like prompts where kaoru gets hurt, and hikaru proceeds to go fucking feral. wail on the person hurting kaoru, or if there is no perp, just hold kaoru and shield him from any harm and going ape shit if anyone tries to get near them. i think fast-paced traumatic experiences like that really freak hikaru out esp in the moment, seeing kaoru get hurt so fast, the fact he could have almost died. it fills him with adrenaline and fear and so he snaps at anybody because he's so freaked out and he just wants to be alone with kaoru where it's slow and safe. kaoru is in his arms, nothing is happening, everything is fine and sitting still and he's alright. and anything that disrupts that sends him into a frenzy.

so...sorry about going Off about this. i think i derailed the point a few times BUT you asked for rambles you get rambles <33 if you have any dark hikaru&kaoru ideas or just stuff abt them in general ...... always feel free to send. or prompt me onto another ramble.

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[jinhyun]

please let me tell you that the wait and your hard work on this chapter were both so worth it!! it is sooo good i was in my feels for the first half i gotta say, seeing Hyune watch y/n helplessly as she did her best to not be delusional 😭 i so felt for her cause it would be so easy to get hurt again 🥺 but also the way Hyune admitted he felt hurt seeing y/n kiss Nana 👀 and the way he so easily kept admitting his feelings i-.. am weak.

i'm honestly really glad he was able to do it (i know being honest about your feelings can be so effin hard to do esp when you're not used to) cause i think it's the only way y/n can begin to trust him? so it's worth it in the end and i'm so proud of them both 😭😭

now the smut - incredibly good 😭 the way you blended the lust and attraction they feel for each other with the love, i shortcircuitted, i'm such a sucker for these types of intense scenes and seeing the way they think about each other and react to each other 😳 i'm invested, and Hyune better call her and make sure she gets home alright

i know this is already incredibly long 🥲 but i gotta thank you for taking your time to craft such a beautiful chapter and i also need to mention that you have a way of bringing life to characters, seeing the way they think and act, it's realistic af and i'm really glad i got to read warercolor 💕

- 🔮

thank you so much, oh my godddd 😭

yeah, y/n was trying her best not to let her hopes up again but at last jinnie managed to convince her that he meant it :( now he just needs to show it so she can now for sure<3

you're absolutely right, him admitting his feelings was the only way for her to believe it. if he only showed it like he's been trying to she would've just kept on believing she was looking too much into it and was just being delusional. so good for jinnie for finally getting it off his chest, now y/n can finally stop believing she's being delusional and see his true intentions and motives 🤧

omg i'm glad that you liked the smut part bc it's the one i struggled with the most since i hardly ever write it jsñsjsñs but yeah, i really wanted to show their feelings in between all the lust and heat of the moment, so it makes me really happy that you feel like you were able to perceive it :(

i always say this but please don't apologise for leaving me long messages regarding my fics, they're actually my favourites ever 😭💕 thank you sososososo much for everything you just said, it means a lot to me and makes me very very happy 💓

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[enbyzutara]

I was thinking about something: The Agni Kai scene (Lightning scene/Sacrifice scene). And I know... There's already so many essays (metas) and analyses about this scene, because we can have so many interpretations about Zuko's sacrifice and Zuko & Katara dynamic. And I'm actually not here to write a whole new and long essay about this, I just wanna talk about something that I've noticed.

Many people say: “Oh, but Zuko would've sacrificed himself for anyone from the gAnng” And I completely agree with this, Zuko is a kind and selfless person, he would, in fact, do this for anyone, but he didn't... And “Oh, this scene isn't a romantic scene” and even though I personally disagree with this, I won't try to convince anyone that “Wow Zuko did this because he was in love with her” because honestly? Nor do I think that at that moment in the narrative Zuko was helplessly in love with Katara and he did that because he romantically loved her and blablabla... What I want to say is that, you can view this scene as a non-romantic one, as you can view this scene as a romantic one, but one thing, that all of us should agree is that, what Zuko did for her, for Katara, sacrificing himself for her, was a gesture of love.

“Wait a minute... but didn't you just say 3 lines ago that this scene can be viewed as a non-romantic one?”Yes. But the love that I'm referring to here, is a love between friends, between people who care for each other, so that's why I said this scene can be read as a non-romantic scene AND/OR a romantic scene. Because even though you don't view Zutara in a romantic perspective, you cannot deny that Zuko did consider Katara as his friend, and that he holds her as one of his dear people. So you can still view the sacrifice scene as a platonic scene, and there’s nothing wrong with that, because even if you view this scene as a platonic scene, Zuko's sacrifice continues to be a gesture of love.

And it's not only me who thinks sacrifice is a gesture of love.

[An Avatar Comic Panel: Hakoda, Katara's father is looking at his daughter, and he's kinda smiling, and he's saying to Katara: “So you know that the right kind of love -- the kind that's real, that sacrifices -- that kind of love doesn't blind you. It actually helps you see.”]

Yeah... I didn't think I needed to say this, but: Canonically, sacrifice is viewed as a gesture of love. And Hakoda's quote can be read as romantic or not, but the meaning that sacrifice is a gesture of love, continues nonetheless.

And OMG. Look at this:

“the kind (of love) that's real, that sacrifices.”

“that kind of love doesn't blind you. It actually helps you see.”

Anyways...

And not only this is canon, look at this:

[A picture from the book “Legacy of the Fire Nation”, which is a Canon material, and the important quote that we gonna use from this image is: “At peace, you grew up. And then, your heart burned brightest when you protected Katara”.]

So... omg... Canonically, when Zuko jumped in front of a lightning bolt for Katara, his heart burned brightest. OMGG. And it's okay if you don't view this as a romantic thing, you can still think of this again as a platonic thing, but again: this quote proves, that the Sacrifice Scene, is a gesture of love, and this gesture of love in question, made Zuko's heart burn.

(And there's nothing wrong as well to view this as a romantic quote, since this quote in question can parallel with another quote in the show, which is a quote that is canonically romantic: “Love is brightest in the dark”.)

So, in conclusion:

Sacrifice is canonically viewed as a gesture of love & Zuko's heart canonically burned brightest when he protected (sacrificed himself for) Katara.

Again, you can view all of this as a platonic thing, that's your opinion, but please, just don't try to erase the meaning of this act & scene just because you're an anti-ZK or something like this. And there is no problem at all to view all of this as a romantic thing, so I truly don't understand why people fight Zutara Shippers when they say that the Agni Kai scene is a romantic one. Like… yikes, the lightning scene can be viewed as a romantic scene (please… It's literally a slow motion scene, and we get sad ass violins, a zoom in on Zuko’s desperate face and a zoom in on Katara’s horrified face watching Zuko sacrifices himself for her, and then the first perspectives that we have after this scene is that both of them are trying to reach out for each other… yeah..). So please stop being annoying and let people enjoy things.

#zutara #zutara meta #zutara essay #pls I LOVE THEM SM #nah bc zk is just so beautiful to me #like for me this scene and the meaning of this scene for both characters arcs is just so beautiful #zuko did love katara and thats why he jumped in front of a lightning for her #i Don't think he did this bc he was helplessly in love #he did just because katara is a special person for him #as zuko is a special person for katara #platonic or not #romantic or not #this scene is beautiful and it shouldn't be erased #the agni kai #agni kai #lightning scene