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#i'm so sorry i couldn't make something better for you cause you really deserve all of that!!
just-jordie-things Β· 6 months
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hey jordie :) can i have jjk boys when you wipe off his kisses just to see his reaction? 🀭
GOJO SATORU
if you wipe his kiss off your face, you will be attacked. hollow purple with more kisses.
you did it as a joke ofc, simpling brushing your fingers over your cheek where satoru had casually left a little kiss. and you're not surprised when he gapes at you in offense. but before you can laugh it off and tell him you were only trying to get a rise out of him, he's tackling you into the couch cushions and smothering you in kisses.
these kisses are more deserving of getting wiped off of course, they're loud and wet and he's shouting a dramatic "mwah! mwah!" between each one.
(if this happens in your shared apartment with megumi and tsumiki just down the hall, they're racing to shut their doors)
"you don't lave to like it, but you will accept my love!"
"satoru! i was only messing with you!" you screech as you try to paw him off of you.
"well i didn't like it" his kisses soften as they pepper over your nose.
"you mess with me all the time" you huff.
"yeah, well, that's okay. cause it's me"
your eyes are rolling, but when he leans in to give you a proper kiss, you can't help but reciprocate. your play-kiss-fighting definitely turns into a full and proper makeout session. ___
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
pls don't wipe his kiss away. he will not take it as a joke. he will think he did something wrong.
he'd just sat next to you on a bench in the courtyard. you were reading your book and he had nothing better to do than keep you company- which happened to be his favorite thing to do. he pecks your cheek softly and casually in greeting, and when he saw you raise your hand to wipe at the spot, his heart plummets.
you don't turn to him, opting to keep an eye on him in your peripheral, so you don't quite catch the way he's crestfallen by your action.
"everything okay, sweetheart?" he asks gently, hoping maybe you'd just had a rough day and it had nothing to do with him.
"yeah, i'm fine" you hum nonchalantly before turning a page.
megumi frowns.
"did i do something?" he asks, disappointment smothering his tone. "are you upset with me?"
you're abandoning your book then, head swiveling quickly and eyes wide as you realize he was taking your little joke all wrong.
he looks so hurt, you couldn't bear to keep up with the bit any longer.
"no- gumi i was just messing," you say, setting your book aside to scoot closer to him, laying your hands around his jaw comfortingly. "it was just a joke, i'm sorry"
he wants to scoff at your idea of humor- this one really rivaled gojo's- but he sticks with the dramatics and pouts further as he leans into the warmth of your hands.
"but you wiped my kiss away," he sighs. "you sure you haven't fallen out of love with me?"
your lips part in anguish before you're seizing forward, catching his lips with yours passionately, deeply, making sure to pour every ounce of your love for him into it. he's trying to keep up the act of pouting at you but it's a bit harder with the butterflies and whatnot. he has a feeling you've seen right through him when you give him a look for his blushing cheeks and lazy little half-grin. ___
OKKOTSU YUUTA
wipe his kiss away and he'll just give you another one real quick. because, of course, he wants his kiss to stick to your cheek for the rest of the day so you can carry it with you while he's away from you.
so loverboy kisses you a second time in the same spot. and once again, the back of your hand smears it off.
he frowns, but doesn't say anything. simply leans over a third time and kisses you again. it's difficult to keep yourself from laughing as you repeat your action.
this time, yuuta doubles down. he cups your face and turns your attention towards him so you can see his deep frown and furrowed brows. then he turns your head so your cheek is presented to him once more, and he places a soft kiss there. he can feel your skin heating up in his hands, and then he's smiling, happy to have an effect on you still.
"don't wipe my kiss away," he mumbles, placing another one there for good measure. "makes me feel bad"
you giggle, taking one of his hands in yours and squeezing it affectionately.
"i was only teasing, you know" you tell him.
he lets out a strangled, fake little laugh.
"yeah," he scoffs. "yeah, i knew that" he says, in a not very believable manner.
you try not to laugh too much at him, opting instead to press a sweet kiss to his lips to keep yourself from doing so. ___
INUMAKI TOGE
thinks it's sort of funny when you wipe his kiss off. were his lips too moisturized for your liking? did he smear a little on your cheek? he immediately assumes it's some silly reason like that, not assuming for a second that you could be upset with him.
so when you wipe at your cheek and go back to what you were intently doing without a word or even a second glance, toge's pulling his collar down again...
... and licking your cheek.
"toge!" you scold, wiping the wetness away with the back of your hand. it was annoying, sure, but you can't help but laugh at how proud his little grin is. "what was that for?"
he wipes at his own cheek the way you had previously when you wiped his kiss away. you roll your eyes and huff.
"it was a joke," you explain through a smile. "i was just messing with you, to see what you'd do. i didn't think you'd lick me!"
he brightens then, happy that you hadn't wiped away his kiss for any other reason. when he leans in and kisses your cheek a few more times, he's glad you let him, and you leave them there, too. ___
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nightprompts Β· 9 months
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&. 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π›πžπšπ« 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜
❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜
❛ i have time for this. ❜
❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜
❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜
❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜
❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜
❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜
❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜
❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜
❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜
❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜
❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜
❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜
❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜
❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜
❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜
❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜
❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜
❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜
❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜
❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜
❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜
❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜
❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜
❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜
❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜
❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜
❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜
❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜
❛ never too late to start over. ❜
❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜
❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜
❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜
❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜
❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜
❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜
❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜
❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜
❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜
❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜
❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜
❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜
❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜
❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜
❛ you good? ❜
❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜
❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜
❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜
❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜
❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜
❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜
❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜
❛ Β i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜
❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜
❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜
❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜
❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜
❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜
❛ you could do this without me. ❜
❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜
❛ you make me better at this. ❜
❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜
❛ how's the wine? ❜
❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜
❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜
❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜
❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜
❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜
❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜
❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜
❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜
❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜
❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜
❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜
❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜
❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜
❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜
❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜
❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜
❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜
❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜
❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜
❛ i fucking love you! ❜
❛ you fucking need me. ❜
❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜
❛ i love you, chef. ❜
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elmhat Β· 2 months
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DISC WAR FINALE - TUMBLR SIMULATOR
(The posts here are ordered from least to most recent, since I figured it was a better experience to read them chronologically.)
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
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Mwahahaha… They'll never find my evil lair where I do evil things. Evilly. That I gave them a compass to
#sorry for vagueing #everything I do is mysterious
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πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
just said my final goodbyes before my inevitable death and my friend couldn't even be assed to put on a shirt??
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#cw nudity
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πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
boats are so fucking boring man send me some asks or something
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
I'm about to kill you, can you please take this seriously
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
why'd you make it so fucking far away
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Sorry I didn't realize you were THIS SLOW
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
can you just give us the coords
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Then it wouldn't be dramatic
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
it's not dramatic when you're having a whole ass conversation about it either
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
fuck i shouldn't have posted that. who am i gonna talk to now i'm fucking lonely i have no one
🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
hi
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
no one at all
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πŸ₯‡ dreamsno1traitor Follow
EVERYONE SHOULD BE AT THE PORTAL!
If you don't see one of your mutuals here please tag them, it's gonna ruin the moment if someone shows up late
πŸ₯š baddestboi-withahalo Follow
@evilwarcriminal
πŸ”₯ murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow
DELETE THIS
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πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
#rigging is allowed
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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
he has an elevator, we're doomed.
🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Can you get off your phone. I'm trying to monologue
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πŸ”₯ murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow
New ask game cause I'm sick of waiting, tell me what you think dream is doing rn and I'll tell you how much death I think he deserves
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
I'm kinda busy rn but can someone remind me later to post my villain monologue? It's only a first draft but I had to spend all my time setting up my lair. And also blowing up that country a few weeks ago
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🐈 antthecatmaid Follow
I stg punz is being so sus. what's he even waiting for. he better be paying by the hour
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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
listen I think I'm gonna die dream is about to take my phone the coords are
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πŸ”₯ murdered-yo-fave-pet Follow
Fuck this I'm going through @dreamsno1traitor
πŸ₯‡ dreamsno1traitor Follow
WAIT I NEED TO GO FIRST STICK TO THE SCRIPT
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πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
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HOOOLY SHIT BITCH BOY LOOK AT THIS BITCH BOY BITCH DROP YOUR ITEMS IN THE HOLE ✨BITCH✨
#cw nudity #again #can people please wear clothes around me thanks
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
/ tw prison
/ tw loss of canon lives
/ tw near death experience
/ tw getting defeated by your archnemesis
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I won't be able to post for a while.
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πŸ¦† stabbyduck69 Follow
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ooooohhh look at me i'm skeppy! in the skeppy cage!! can't believe that fucker made this wtf is this place
πŸ¦† stabbyduck69 Follow
okay i'm done now bad where did you go @baddestboi-withahalo i need to get out again @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo @baddestboi-withahalo
πŸ’Ž goodestboi-withahalo Follow
Thank you for accepting this job opportunity
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🟩 evilwarcriminal Follow
Guys get out of my inbox. Your hate anons aren't even effective if I don't have a phone in prison
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🧨 deadpresident2 Follow
Hey I'm back from the dead
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REALLY????
🧨 deadpresident2 Follow
Sorry forgot the /j
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πŸ₯‡ dreamsno1traitor Follow
Good job today guys. Yeah. Woo. I'm very happy.
#forgive me if I sound too excited
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🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
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#I need to be vague about this cause he follows me on here #but I think my best friend almost just traded my life for two pieces of plastic #it was a pretty stressful situation though #ig I can't complain too much #am I weird for thinking that's not normal for a friendship? #sorry #I'm probably being unreasonable #they were some really nice pieces of plastic #you can lmk what you think in dms if you want #just please don't send me asks about this situation #I really don't want him to see #neg #discourse
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πŸ¦† stabbyduck69 Follow
it's great that we got dream but we need to go after @.bloodforthebloodgod next
🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow
what's happening what
πŸ¦† stabbyduck69 Follow
go away i thought i blocked you
πŸ’Ώ fuckdream123 Follow
FUCKKJL YOU TECHNOO
🐝 what-if-bees-had-nukes Follow
technoblade is cringe
🐷 bloodforthebloodgod Follow
you literally tagged me
πŸ¦† stabbyduck69 Follow
yeah cause i needed my followers to know where to send the death threats
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πŸ”± warden-of-the-vault Follow
Pandora's Vault is now open to visitors!
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Just be aware that the entry process is a lengthy one with several waivers to sign. Plus there are a couple of annoying manual searches along the way. The prisoner is also highly dangerous, he will get inside your head and control your thoughts, transforming you into a servant to his every whim, destroying your very soul from within. I'd recommend not visiting at all actually. You can if you want but I wouldn't. If I were you. That's just me though.
#just me and him
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(Here's another dsmp dash simulator post I made!)
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webslingingslasher Β· 9 months
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i would suck dick for comfort most definitely sorry not sorry
the fact i got all these back to back 😭😭😭
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kinda diff but same idea?
smutty content under the cut!
it's funny cause it would blow his mind that, that's what you want.
when it first happens you had a real sucky day and the only thing you felt like you were good at was making peter cum so you're all pouty and miserable watching him mercilessly kill opponents on his computer screen.
rolling your cheek to rest on the back of your hand, your front stretched across his bed.
"can i suck you off?"
you can hear a shout, muffled from his headphones.
'ayeooo, what the fuck?!'
you feel your cheeks warm, peter untucks an ear.
"what'd you say?" he couldn't believe it himself. you've never been so blunt when asking for him. he must have misheard.
you blink innocently, "mute me?"
peter taps his keyboard, you hear another roar, 'ayeoooo!'
"can i suck you off?"
his eyes flick to his bedroom door, his aunt's right outside on the couch. you've never been this risky before, "right now?" you lick your lips, "please?"
peter thinks it over, it should be a no brainer but his nightmare is his aunt knocking on the door while he's in your mouth. it doesn't matter, he'd be an idiot to say no.
"i..." several clicks, his screen goes blank, his headphones tossed on his desk. "yeah, okay." sitting up you grin, making grabby hands when he finally stands.Β 
"no! where go?" dropping into a pout when he walks towards his door, his fingertips flick the lock, you exhale an 'oh'.
peter raises an eyebrow, "are you okay?"
"no. yes. i feel shitty and i really want to make you cum, is that okay?"
peter cannot think of one scenario it wouldn't be okay.
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the second time is like the first, you figured it was a one one time thing, that you were in a funk and needed something to make you feel like you were good, and making peter feel good made you really feel good.
but now, after the third time you still couldn't understand what he was trying to explain, words and numbers going over your head; it felt like your head was about to explode.
your boyfriend's doing the best he can and doesn't deserve your frustration. you can't clear your thoughts, everything swirling in one jumbled mess and his explanations going nowhere. he's moving his mouth but all you hear is static.
all you needed was something to clear your mind, then you could truly focus and be nicer to peter. you needed something that would make you feel good, you needed... peter.
"same idea, you take the mean and multiply it by the val-"
"can i suck you off?"
peter's jaw drops, his eyes flicker from the notebook in front of him to you. "i'm sorry?"
your hand pulls at his waistline, "can i suck you off? i need something to help me focus." he doesn't say anything so you unbutton his pants, shifting in your seat at the kitchen table, preparing to hit the ground when his hands stop you.
"woah, okay, hold on. first off, i'm not sure if sucking my... i'm not sure if doing that will help you focus. second, at the kitchen table?"
nibbling on your bottom lip you shy away, you didn't think he was judging in a mean way, just in a 'he wouldn't do this' way.
"um, yeah, you're right. sorry."
peter doesn't like that you're being shy, watching you pick up a pencil and panic as you try and figure out what you definitely weren't listening to; his mind flashes back to the last time you asked on a whim.
"you doin alright, lovie?"
it's like you jolt away, "oh! um, yeah! just thinking."
"you sure? cause if you need a quick bedroom break i wouldn't mind."
it's like he just offered to take you to the moon. your head flips to him, stars in your eyes.
"really? cause i'm like," you make a line over your head with your hand, "up to here with information overload and i'm being kinda mean and i don't wanna be. i just need to clear my head and i dunno, it made me feel better last time."
when peter first got into the relationship he thought he struck gold. he some how got the prettiest person in the entire school to not only hit on him but like him enough to claim him officially. but he never actually thought about sex logically, because there was no way you would ever want to do that with him, until you reached your boiling limit and with tears in your eyes asked him why he thought you were ugly. then it became very clear you wanted, and like today, sometimes needed him like that.
so when situations like this happen, when he can't even believe it's real cause not even in his wildest dreams would he imagine his life being anything like this, he has no idea how to react. because, what do you mean you need to suck his dick?
"peter?" he's gone silent, you think the offers off the table. "it's okay if you don't feel-"
"i just don't get how it makes you feel any better. i mean, i'd get it if you wanted me to go down on you or if you wanted a quicky but i don't see how getting me off helps you. but if it does, i won't complain."
you can see his point, it does seem kind of odd.
"i think cause whenever you do stuff to me i just kind of get in my head. like, 'do i smell good, do i taste good, did i forget to shave, am i pulling his hair too hard, am i being too loud, too quiet? all those things. but when i do it to you, all i can think about is you and making you happy."
"so... when you..." his hand rotates as he skips over the words, you fill in for him, "suck your dick," he nods, "right, it makes you feel better because suddenly the only thing on your mind is me."
you nod, "correct."
"that's wild." his back hits against the chair, "also, not cool you're all freaked out when we have sex. not liking that."
you grab his shoulders in exclaim, "no! not like that! just, fleeting thoughts, i guess. but ninety eight percent of the time all i can think about is you."
"not risking the two percent?"
"i'd rather not."
"alright," peter knocks on the table, "now we got that out the way, from now on, you can please me whenever you want." he never thought he'd say those words.
"so... now?"
you cheer when your boyfriend stands, he gives you a pointed finger, "just so you know, this isn't something you can use to get yourself out of studying. this is me letting you use my body to help you focus better."
"yeah, yeah, yeah, bedroom, pants off."
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after that? psh. he said anytime you wanted and you used that to your advantage. it went from clearing your mind to just doing it cause he said you could.
one night you're stretched across his couch while peter sits in the corner, both of you focused on a movie. suddenly, you remember you have something much more fun to pass the time. sometimes, you forget you can just... do it.
digging your toes into his thigh he pushes them away, "ow," rolling your eyes you poke again. "can i suck you off?" attention caught, "right now?"
"do you think i'm asking in advance?"
"but i'm all comfy and we're more than halfway through the movie, i'm committed now." he doesn't even have to do anything.
"okay, stay there. i'll just go between your legs, then you can still see the tv." you shuffle around until your knees hit the floor, then bringing yourself to peter by pulling on his leg.
"yeah, but, on the couch? i mean, if may-"
you rest your cheek on his knee, his flannel pajama pants ultra soft. "please don't talk about your aunt when i'm about to suck your dick."
"but if we make a mess she'll-"
you hush him, your fingers pulling at his waistband.
"then i'll make sure i don't make a mess."
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another night, you spent the night and woke him up after a bad dream. at first he's frazzled but when you express your panic he's wide awake and rubbing your back.
"um, i know you're tired but do you think i could..."
peter's gotten better at reading hints.
he yawns first, then smacks his lips before shuffling his boxers off.
"commit me if i ever say no."
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stargirldelight Β· 9 months
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β€’ Strawberry Shortcake β€’
Sanji x Reader | Part 2
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β€’ C.W: Fem reader, modern au, a lil angsty in the start, guilt tripping, non consensual aphrodisiac usage, minor nosebleed again cause it's sanji, soft dom sanji, oral fixation, slight body worship, vaginal sex, jealous sanji 4 life, love confessions during sex hehehe
β€’ A.N: Sanji's a bit ooc. If it helps, I was listening to careless whisper and smooth operator while writing this. Do what you will with that information. Also I'm sorry I wrote too much. I got really carried away, I love him so much.
Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)
β€’ W.C: 4.3K
β€’ < Part 1
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Your mouth was gaping open, a beautiful blonde man stood ahead of you, one you knew quite well. A sweet strawberry shortcake in one hand, leaning onto the table with the other. He looked even better than the day you left him, you had to admit. His tall figure bent down for you two to be eye to eye. He looked at you with the same compassion in his eyes that he did months ago when you were together.
Your heart fluttered, completely speechless you had no clue what to say. Your thought process halting the moment you became acutely aware of his graceful presence. He was just as attractive as before, if not more. The way he carried himself with a newfound confidence, his cologne, attire, all of it was hypnotizing. Down to the cigarette which rest between his kissable lips. It was evident the way a blush spread over your cheeks. He put out his cigarette under the foot of his waxed, shiny shoes, and grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles β€œI missed you, princess."
Something Zeff would strangle him for, but that didn't matter right now. Only you did.
He’d always been so affectionate towards you and it was charming, really. But you wouldn't fall for it. His constant glances towards other women while dating you. β€œChivalry”, he’d call it. He's always been taught to respect women, but perverted glances their way couldn't be justified by chivalry. Something you learned the hard way. All the horrible instances of him making you feel insecure rush into your mind and hurt your heart.
β€œSanji…” you whisper out. He looked at you with a hopeful spark in his eyes, he really did. He was ignorant, and couldn't notice that he was just like Ace. You felt unappreciated no matter how high of a pedestal you put him on. Hence why you broke up with him in the first place. All the memories of your relationship filled your mind. He deserved someone who wasn't insecure, and you deserved someone who wouldn't ogle at other women. That's all.Β 
β€œI-i really have to go” you grab your purse as you quickly get up, your ride hasn't shown up yet and you have virtually nowhere to go, but it really didn't matter, as long as it was away from him. You did anything and everything to avert your gaze from his, to stop him from seeing the tears forming in your eyes. Just as you try to walk past him, towards the exit, he grabs your wrist gently. Your heart starts racing. A singular teardrop fell from your eye, god you wanted to tell him how much you missed him too.
You try to regain your composure as he steps to face you fully. His fingers sliding from your wrist to palm, intertwining his slender fingers in yours. His hands were just as delicate and soft as you remember them to be. β€œDon't do this to me, please” he pleaded. You weren't the only one getting emotional and that surprised you. He looked at you with worried eyes, like if he let you go, he knew he would never see you again. β€œDon't walk out on me again y/n” he pulled you in by your waist in his unoccupied arm, he whispered in your ear weekly, β€œ...please.”
You could feel your heart crush under the immense amount of sentimental pressure. He had the same hurt in his voice as the day you left, even you cried. You couldn't bear seeing him so broken, β€œI can't San-” β€œDon't say that please, a-anything but that” he stutters on the verge of tears. β€œI'm sorry for ever upsetting you my dear, p-please let me make it up to you, please my love.” he practically begged, putting down the cake on the table, holding you even closer.
β€œOkay” you replied quietly, not wanting to hear the desperation in his saddened voice. At the end of the day, he was still the man you fell in love with, regardless of how he treated you.
His pained expression washed away in an instant, eyes lighting up in the dimly lit restaurant. He held both of your hands in his as you giggled a bit at his enthusiasm. He really had the prettiest smile ever, something you wouldn't trade for the world, let alone become the reason he loses it again. β€œPlease, i made this just for you” he picked up the shortcake, decorated in syrupy strawberries and ushered you to sit. Ignorance really was kind to the heart and mind.
He stood in front of you, spooning a bite from a slice of your favorite shortcake. β€œOpen…” he ordered, and you complied. It tasted delicious as ever, apart from a few…changes. It held a bit of a tangy aftertaste. β€œMmhm It tastes delicious, Sanji!” you beamed nonetheless, all while he looked down at you with an unreadable smile β€œGlad you like it, my sweet”. He fed you another spoonful and watched you with the intention of god knows what. You also note its slightly bitter aftertaste, but brushed it off.Β 
You complained about your date, Ace. You tell him all about how Ace chose the date spot for tonight, as he fed you cake. All about how mediocre your date was, all he did was hmm and nod every so often, completely dissolving in your existence. You really knew just how to make him melt, he focused on you with extreme passion in his stare. The way you emphasized every little thing you said with your hands, your soft eyes staying on his while tilting your head slightly to listen to anything he had to say. You were just enchanting.
Not only that but you looked majestic. Your makeup looked absolutely flawless and clean up close, your breasts lusciously split over your dress, while being conservative with a simple shawl thrown around your forearms. He never wanted for you to break up with him and he hasn't felt the same since. He realized no amount of attractive women could even compare to your beauty and smarts, falling in love with you all over again, absentmindedly dripping blood from his nose. β€œUm…Sanji?” you call out innocently, face slanted with a curious expression.
He's pulled out of his mind when you giggle, your voice sounding like those of angels to him. β€œYou still have nose bleeds?” you asked amused. He becomes aware of his current state. β€œAh- sorry, my dea-” he goes to wipe it, grabbing a tissue from the table when you stop him. β€œNo, please let me” you grab his hand, which caught him by surprise. In all honesty, you really did start feeling something for him again. Your heart raced and desire kicked in for the beautiful blonde boy across from you.
The only reason you even offered was to touch him, in all perverted honesty. You reach for a tissue and cup the side of his face pulling him closer, he blushes. He physically could not take it. The woman he loved most on the entire planet was this close to him. You wiped right above his lips with soft circles as he melted into your touch. He thought about kissing you, he really wanted to. He was desperate, aching for more.
He let out a breathy murmur in your hands, your longing for him only growing hotter. You felt a warm feeling in your midsection, eyes full of passion for Sanji. His suit fit so well on him, hugging in on his slutty waist, you felt envious of his tailored to perfection blazer. His blue striped collared shirt, exposing his streaked, definition filled neck. His pants fit perfectly around his rather muscular, long legs. You press your thighs together to alleviate your throbbing core.
It didn't go by unnoticed by him, the way you shifted in your seat could only mean one thing to him, that it worked. His hand trickled up your covered thigh, the only thing between him and you being the silky cloth of your dress. You suck your teeth, holding back from moaning in public when his hand inched closer to your clothed heat, panties wet with anticipation. Initially the lingerie was for ace if you and ace had gotten any further, low and behold it getting damp for your ex.Β 
You let out a shaky breath, β€œMm… sorry my love” he retracts his hand, you almost whine at the loss of contact. β€œI-its fine, i should go now actually,” you leave the tissue on the table and hurriedly get up to leave, his voice stopping you. β€œPlease, let me see you out at least” he suggested quickly, grabbing your purse for you. β€œAh- the bill-” β€œForget it” he stated rather impatiently, grabbing your hand in his as the two of you walked towards the exit.Β 
This was the last thing you could handle, another moment with Sanji, the last person you should be getting involved with. Especially when you wanted to throw yourself onto him so badly. The two of you passed owner Zeff stood there in semi shock, Sanji smirked at him, to which Zeff simply tch’d.Β 
Sanji's gaze towards Zeff was filled with no intention of coming back to the restaurant and owner Zeff knew. He walked over towards your ditched table noticing the blood filled tissue, next to an empty plate of cake as well as the cigarette Sanji stomped out on the floor earlier. He laughed heartily, he was happy for his shitty kid who smiled for the first time in a while. "Let me guess, they didn't pay?" The waiter nods her head sideways, "Shitty brat."
You two stood outside the tall doors, facing each other, you really didn't want to go, and he didn't want you to leave. He reached out for your hands, which shivered in the cold winter air. He took off his warm blazer and threw it around your shoulders, you smiled and mumbled appreciatively. β€œThank you…Sanji, for making my night a lot better” You say with endearment. You really did enjoy seeing him again. β€œPleasure's all mine, darling” He rasped, pulling you in by your waist, for a simple hug, which you don't mind.
His touch was cozy, his fingertips running along your spine, you breath out pent up sexual frustration, you really couldn't leave him. A disappointed sigh leaves you the moment he pulls away. He studied your reddened expression, looking away from him as you shifted onto one foot. The pet names he used on you always got the better of you. β€œLook at me,” he said with a soft, but serious tone. You look up at him when your lips press passionately against each other.
It didn't matter who kissed the other first, both of you were equally begging for the other's touch. You pull him closer by his shoulders, hands dangling around his neck while he pulls your face closer to his with two hands. A bulge started growing in his pants which pressed into your midsection, you moan. He took it as a chance to push his tongue onto yours, to which you started sucking on.
A few moments later you pulled away, the two of you panting lowly. Unfortunately as badly as he wanted to take you then and there, he couldn't fuck you out in the street. Fortunately however, his apartment was not very far from there. β€œMy place?” he mumbled quickly β€œMhm” was all you could say, still taken aback by the newfangled burning desire which fueled your every move.Β 
You two managed to keep your hands off each other somehow, well, apart from his lingering hand which held your waist close as the two of you walked side by side. Your skin started crawling with anticipation, the burning desire to be touched, to be fucked growing with every step. You found it difficult to breathe, sighing continuously, you felt so aroused by him. He kept a keen eye on you the moment he suspected the aphrodisiac started taking effect.
The moment he opened the doors, after fumbling with his keys, you tippy toed, grabbing his face in your two hands as you kissed him impatiently, he kissed you back swiftly, pulling away to lightly chuckle at your eagerness. He kicked the door closed behind him, picking you up in his strong arms, jacket slipping off your arms, not caring enough to lock the door behind him.
The warmth in your core became unbearable, your back arched, your breasts pressed flush against his chest. Your dress ruffled up to your hips, you clothed cunt pressed against his midsection, you continued kissing him yearningly. He pressed your back against a wall and his moist lips made their way to your bare neck. You moan as he sucked onto your neck, sure to leave marks the following days. He wanted to leave every trace of sex possible on your body, ensuring everyone knows, you belong to him.
He could feel his erection through his tight pants grow, wanting to rid himself of them as soon as possible but not until he got a taste of you again. He waited what felt like decades to have you fall apart on his skilled tongue. No other women he had been with tasted as divine as you did and he wanted nothing more than to hear you call out his name passionately while he face fucked your cunt.
You felt so sensitive pressed against him. β€œSanji…please” you begged mewling. β€œI know, doll, i know.” he assures, carrying you over to his bedroom. Lips not leaving your skin once.Β He knew, don't worry, he'd satisfy all your needs on his bed, after all it was his fault you were a hot, induced mess.
He tossed your bag towards the nightstand, placing you on the bed gently. He slid your strapped dress off your shoulders, the cloth slipping down your seated figure. The lingerie you had on was one he didn't recognize from when you two had been together, but it was an enticing black lace. He could feel himself getting vexed that you originally probably planned to sleep with that boy tonight. Conveniently, he felt a burning desire to bury his face in your cunt and make you forget all about that shitty man.Β 
You lift your hips, the silk cascading down your exposed legs as well as your pretty laced panties, a cold breeze teases your arousal and you moan. β€œSo needy y/n, can I touch you?” he asked teasingly. β€œMhmm p-please” you stuttered at the feeling of his palm ghosting over your inner thigh, he knew damn well he didn't need your permission at this point. His middle and ring finger feather over your over sensitive, clothed clit you squirmed. He refused to take off your panties no matter how hard you whined or lifted your hips. β€œLike this, are you sure?” he asked mockingly.
β€œY-yes…Sanji!” you exhale from your lips, trembling. His fingers lingered over your clothed pussy, etching lines over and over again but never pressing, so close yet so far away. β€œYou want me that badly, hm?” Sanji was above making you beg, but just this once he needed to hear your reassuring voice, that you wanted him. β€œS-so badly Sanji, Ahhn-” he hooked his two fingers under the lace, playing with your wet slit, expertly circling the sloppy mess you became, you moaned out loud like a harlot.
You swore you could cum then and there from being so worked up all night. You throw your head back and press your elbows on his bed. He climbs on top of you, tearing off the button to his shirt, pulling back his sleeves off his arm, he kisses you frantically. He pulls away from your mouth with a single string of saliva connecting you two, taking off your panties and slipping them into his pocket without you noticing.
He dips his head between your bare pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, eagerly lapping at your sweetness, he groans as you squirm against his tongue. He pulls your hips closer to his mouth, for a better deeper angle, he takes his two fingers and teases your entrance, pulsing around nothing you whine. Sanji loved every moment of your desperation, no one riled him up as much as his sweet darling did in the past few months. He knew your sex like the back of his hand.
He fully dips his two fingers into your wet cunt, thumb playing with your clit as you arch your back. Sanji groans into your heat when you latch onto his golden locks, him now completely pussy drunk from your wetness. He speeds up his pace as you try to back away from his persistent tongue. β€œS-sanji i-i'm gonna cum-” you stutter out between quick breaths, You hold back from making a mess on his face, the knot on your stomach so close to snapping as he notices.
He had to admit he was kinda hurt by the fact that you weren't as comfortable around him as you used to be. His tongue slows, but his fingers pace remain. He could ask you, ask you why you felt this way, coerce you into trusting him, but why go through the trouble when he knew just how much you loved hearing filthy words pour out of his mouth. β€œGonna cum on my fingers hm?” you mewl out in pleasure, his pace in your clit quickening, you nod.Β 
β€œFuck” he groans out of frustration of his constricting pants. β€œSuch a dirty girl y/n, β€˜st feel that good?” you moan as he presses your soft lips into a chaste kiss. β€œYou're doing so well doll, why stop now?” he rasped out. He was normally one with gentlemanly manners, he refrained himself from saying grotesque words, but it really did surprise you just how dirty mouthed he could be during sex. You couldn't hold back from becoming undone on his fingers, dripping onto the sheets under you. Holding back your orgasm from earlier only made you cum only that much harder.Β 
You had to catch your breath for a moment, spots dancing in your vision, the odd part was that you were still so aroused and wanted his cock in you. You turn him over to straddle his hips, seated on his lap, β€œSorry, Sanji…” you apologize out of frustration. He was surprised and excited the way you pulled him in from a kiss, taking control. β€œI don't know what's gotten into me” meekly smiling.
You really couldn't understand why you felt so deprived of touch ever since you saw him, your body acting on its own, your exposed pussy grinding down onto his clothed bulge. He lets out a deliciously low grown, hands traveling up your back, unclasping your lingerie, throwing it off to the side, not paying it any mind. He took your soft breasts into his hands. He couldn't get over the fact that your breasts were one of the few things he couldn't fit into his large hand besides the obvious, he grew so flustered.Β 
He toyed with your soft peaks drawing a hearty moan from your lips, he loved every second of it. The prettiest noise on the planet he swore. You throw your head back and pull the back of his head closer to your chest. He eagerly licked and nibbled your soft breast in his mouth, groaning every now and then from the pressure built up in his pants.
β€œSanji” you call out, dragging his name out. β€œMmph-” he responded, his voice reverberating around your body refusing to part his mouth from your plush curve. β€œI need you to fuck me…please” you ask sweetly, voice dripping with lust. His ears immediately perked up, looking up at your blushed face, your body was hot too he noticed. He wondered if it was a result of the drug he added to the strawberry syrup either. Regardless, who was he to ever deny his doll of his cock?
Just then you push him down onto the bed, your plush thighs on either side of his tall figure. You palm the clothed tent in his pants, his erection grew harder under your touch. He impatiently unzipped his fly, pushing it off his hips down to his knees along with his precum-stained briefs. β€œRide me, would you?” sounding more like a command rather than a question.
Nonetheless, you take his hard cock into your hands, practically drooling at the sight. His length perfectly accommodated the slight lack of girth, you looked in awe of the pretty pink blushed tip. He observed your expression carefully, and noticed you'd gotten more comfortable with him. The way you twist your hands up and down his length, smearing precum and spit over it reminded him of just how much you used to tell him he had a pretty cock.
You line up your entrance with his length, sinking onto him with ease, given how wet and used to accommodating his length you were, he hisses grabbing onto your hips, his dull nails subconsciously digging into your skin. You started at a slow pace, basking in the feeling of fullness while Sanji's breathing adjusted according to the tightness of your cunt, unsteady breaths flew through his lips.
He looked incredibly beautiful under you like this, you grab onto his broad shoulders keeping a balanced pace. You on the other hand couldn't look more enticing to him. The way your breasts bounced up and down while you tightened around his cock, your bottom lip pressed between your teeth in a pleasurable frown, your brows furrowed at the sense of bliss. His cock reaching deep into places, no finger or man could reach but him.
You'd tried going out with other men but none made you feel the way he did in that moment, you could feel your sex aflame, just burning, anguished for more and more of him. You quicken your pace on his cock, earning a low, approving groan from Sanji. β€œYes...yes..yes” he murmured under his staggering breath, getting close to his own orgasm, but being the absolute gentleman he is, he could never finish before you, he had practically edged himself.
You on the other hand were getting so close to your high, having already orgasmed once. You feel him continually brush over your g-spot over and over till you could feel yourself climax on his cock, letting out a high pitched moan slowly halting your movement, he flips you over onto your back, driving his cock deep into your pussy at an unforgiven pace, when all of a sudden you hear your phone ring next to your purse. In your state of pleasant bliss, you couldn't give a singular fuck about it, that was, until Sanji spoke up. β€œPick it up” he said casually through a broken syllabus, breathless.
So kind, you think he is. Letting you take a call, he’ll probably let up his unforgivingly brutal thrusts cause it may be an emergency, but he had zero intention of slowing down. Especially after seeing the β€œAce” lighting up your screen beside your face. But he did anyway, deliberating each shove into slower, more deeper thrust. See, isn't he so nice?
You groan at the "couldn't be more shitly timed" situation. You roll your eyes, mentally cursing whoever the fuck it is. Sanji grabs a hold of your kiss littered neck. β€œPick it up” he said with stern urgency. After seeing who it was. You somewhat compose your fucked out voice to answer his call, β€œSpeaker” he mumbles once more before you pick up the phone. β€œAh-ace, h-how are you?” you ask timidly, and out of breath. Thank god Sanji had slowed down earlier, or else you don't even think you could've replied, at all.Β 
β€œGood, good, what about you y/n? Got home alright?” he asked with care. β€œYep j-just fine” Sanji irked, slowly picking up his speed. The man was now hellbent on cuming inside of you with your shitty date on the phone. Sanji hated every word that fell through the receiver. β€œHo-ow’s, yo-you know, your, fuck, b-brother, Ace?” you breathed out inconsistently. Sanji could feel his blood boil at the sound of your attention on that shitty dude. Why would you even care about his dumb brother anyways? He scoffed and rolled his eyes, increasing his thrusts, the sound of sex becoming something he could start hear through the phone.
β€œYeeaah, yeah luffy’s fine, but are you sure you're okay?? You don't sound very β€œokay” y’know.” he inquires, emphasizing the "you're". And no, you were not okay, far from it actually, you could feel yourself getting closer to a third orgasm. You began breathing loudly through the phone, mewling every so often, something he was sure to hear. Sanji was getting a kick out of all of this, he held back a laugh at the boy on the other side of the phone.Β 
β€œY-yeah i-i Ahnn shit” you hiss, trying to come up with some sort of shitty excuse, moaning loudly after every syllable, every thrust bringing you so close to cumming all over again. He definitely knew at this point, there was no doubt. Waiting for that exact moment realization would dawn upon Ace, Sanji takes the phone you loosely held in your hand into his own. β€œDon't bother,” he looks down at you. Your eyes half lidded, tongue slightly poked out drooling, now openly moaning. At this point, even for the neighbors to hear.
β€œShe's busy” he hangs up your phone, throwing it god knows where. He bends over your squirming figure, deepening his angle. β€œShit…Ace” you stammer meekly. Just the mention his name pissed Sanji off, especially the way you moaned around it. β€œForget him, you have me.” he deepened his thrust, while you became undone around his cock, one again. He fucks the rest of his length into your sopping wet cunt, hips stuttering and pace slightly faltering at the building heat in his core. He kisses your neck, groaning into the base of it.
β€œI love you, y/n.” he said seriously. You were too fucked out, all your could reply was a nod with an incoherent babble. β€œBe mine again, my sweet ” he whimpered in your skin before releasing his cum inside your wet walls, painting them white. He stayed there for a moment longer, lingering in your everlasting blissful presence. You single handedly made his emotions go haywire. Any single comment from you could either make or break his day and without you life was dull, he really did want you back, the sincerity in his eyes said it all.
β€œI missed you, my love.”
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β€’ A.N: Poor ace.
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wasted-women Β· 3 months
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ROUND 1A, MATCH 1 OUT OF 8!
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Causes of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:
Jiang Yanli
Cause of Death: Stabbed; Self-sacrifice to save her brother.
Propaganda:
she's your pfp that's got to count for something
I love JYL don't get me wrong! But also. She is solely written as a part of the male characters and does not get much in her own right. She is Wei Wuxian's older sect sister, or Jiang Cheng's sister, or Jin Zixuan's fiance/wife, or Jin Ling's mother he never got to know. Even what characterization people give her (like liking soup/cooking or standing up for her family despite being gentle) are things that have to do with her brothers. I wish we got more of her in her own right.
AND ALSO. ALSO??? HER DEATH MAKES. NO SENSE. Okay first of all - she was in Lanling grieving for her very recently dead husband & taking care of her newborn baby. Who would let that woman out of Lanling????? WHY???? How did she get out of there SO FAST????? She doesn't have a sword/isn't a cultivator (at least in MDZS) so she couldn't have flown. And then after she got there WHO LET HER JUST OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLEFIELD???? WHY DID SHE GO THERE???? Even if there was a short part of her saying "I need to talk to Wei Wuxian about how he killed my husband and I'm going to get there no matter what" would've clarified things a little bc it's like okay she needs to go there even if we don't know how. Where are my answers MXTX, where are my answers????
Qin Su
Cause of Death: Suicide; Stabbed herself with a knife. (NOTE: In some versions of the story, she was being controlled and thus forced to kill herself.
Propaganda:
I'm fairly certain this character was only created as set dressing for the main villain's tragedy. We get zero insight into her inner life, zero hints that any such inner life might even exist, and after she dies basically no other named character other than the aforementioned villain is shown to be majorly affected by her death, even those who logically should have meaningful relationships with her.
Compared to the other two main female characters in this series (who are also fridged) Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing, Qin Su is probably the least aggravating because she's barely in the show and has very little character that we see. But I still think it's worth noting. I really wish that she could've survived and been there in Guanyin Temple IT COULD'VE BEEN COOL OKAY.
Wen Qing
Cause of Death: Executed; Burned to ashes.
Propaganda:
The fact that Wen Qing is the character that originally said the thing about "I'm sorry" and "Thank you", which is repeated multiple times in the post-resurrection parts of the series, but is so rarely mentioned by name is so aggravating! She's such an important part of the plot that did SO MANY THINGS but just basically disappears after her death!!! The only time I really remember her being mentioned is when her brother, Wen Ning, mentions her integral role in the golden core reveal. Jiang Yanli's ghost haunts the series after her death, but Wen Qing's really doesn't, and that's so fucked up to me. She even dies during the same time that Wen Ning does, but then it's revealed he survived (well, "survived", he is a zombie, but he was that beforehand too) SO WHY COULDN'T SHE HAVE SURVIVED TOO????
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aritsukemo Β· 5 months
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Insecurity | Kazutora H.
Character: Kazutora Hanemiya
A/N: Baby needs a hug and I'm willing to give him one.
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The moon shone brightly. It's luminescent rays shining down on the earth and slipping through the crack of the black curtains, creating a singular light that illuminates the bed in a similar fashion. Aside from this, the room is mostly shrouded in darkness, hiding the lush furniture in its shadows. Among this dimness, a phone shines brightly, it's reflection burning it's shape into sandy-colored eyes as a callous fingertip swipes endlessly at the screen..
"( Stage Name )'s outfit looked amazing tonight! 😍"
"Who's the dude with them?"
↳ "I think it's their partner."
"No wonder they've kept their love life a secret for so long. If my man looked like that, I would've too."
"He looks like something out of a horror movie fr fr."
"I'm sorry but I can't imagine her dating someone who looks like that. I really hope they aren't together. ( Stage Name ) deserves so much better. 😭"
Comment after comment flies past as they're read swiftly. Although a lot of tweets and comments focused on you and the outfit that you wore to the movie premiere the night prior, most were about the man that walked hand-in-hand beside you, nervously smiling at the abundance of cameras that were in his face that nightβ€”almost all comments made being negative.
"He looks like a drug dealer."
"Whoever made his outfit should be fired on the spot."
"Why did they let him outta the house lookin' like that? Did this to themselves tbh."
"He looks like he'd be the type to beat his wife every night when he comes home from work. Lowkey worried."
Despite this, he couldn't stop scrolling. Maybe it was the hope that he'd find a tweet that defended him or tweet that didn't comment on his tired eyes or vibrant hair or the fact that there was a faint stain on the corner of his shirt that was likely from the food that he hurriedly ate with you in the car that night just before you arrived.
"What's with the long face, 'tora?" He jumps. He hadn't even noticed you enter the room but as he peeled his eyes away from his phone screen, he wish he did sooner. There you stood before him, no makeup, hair wet and sticking to the corners of your face, an oversized shirtβ€”his shirt specificallyβ€”clinging to your dampen skin and just barely highlighting your curves, and your legs bare for all to see. It was an intoxicating sight.
One that makes a part of him feel tremendous guilt and embarrassment the more he stares at you.
"It's nothing.." He mumbles out hastily after a while and to his dismay, you frown disapprovingly at him.
"You're lying. What's wrong?" You slide onto the bed and turn, his shirt riding up your thigh and revealing the shorts that hide beneath it as you scoot closer to him and attempt to peer at his screen. Kazutora notices just a tad too late and ends up shutting off his phone entirely. Unfortunately, you had already managed to catch a glimpse at a comment or two before the screen went black and it causes you to sigh.
"Pay them no mind. Everything they say is bullshit."
"Is that really true though?" This time, he's the one to sigh, "One comment--"
"They aren't true." And the tone of your voice alone manages to silence him immediately. The assertive, matter-of-fact tone left no room for talk back or any kind of verbal refutation and although he couldn't say it, his face spoke volumes of how much he disagreed with your statement.
"They hate me." He says after a while.
"Twitter hates everyone," You reply, "People on there would literally shit on the sky being blue if people'll listen."
'Yeah, but what they're saying about me isn't exactly wrong.." He stares down at his phone, almost cringing at the sight of his own reflection staring back at him, "I managed to embarrass you without even saying anything.."
"I don't think you embarrassed me." You retort immediately, "You looked great yesterday and said nothing that upset me."
"They think otherwise.." He mumbles dejectedly. He turns his phone back on but only has the chance to briefly read part of another tweet talking about his tattoo before you take his phone away from him.
"Who cares what they think?" You lightly toss his phone aside, "No matter what they say, it'll only be a shallow opinion at the end of the day. They know nothing about you, Kazutora, but I do. So please.."
Cupping his face, your eyes manage to find each other and lock despite the darkness that clouds your vision. You gaze at him. Hoping that the love you feel for himβ€”and have felt for him for years nowβ€”would somehow make itself clear to him if you continued to stare. Alas, all you ended up doing was stare at him with scrunched brows for a little longer than necessary..
"..Believe me when I say this, 'Tora. You're beautiful both inside and out and I'm so incredibly happy that I can show you off to everyone and will continue to do so if you let me. I'm not ashamed at all about dating you and never will be. And do you know why? Because I'm hopelessly in love with you."
No more then a few moments pass before a tear finally slips and a small hiccup escapes him. Like a dam ready to burst, his body trembles and as you finally pull him up and your arms envelop him, he breaks down completely in your loving embrace. And you let him, smiling sadly as the love of your life crumbles before you.
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Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest
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heartfullofleeches Β· 9 months
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Ok this is a little self insert but i couldn't stop thinking about this all week, C.C with a reader who thinks they're undeserving of stuff even tho they work hard ( you can see I'm going through it )
Let me explain, like they'll walk through the mall and see something that they like and would phisically have to turn away cause they think they don't deserve it and everytime they do this they look like they're in pain and stuff cause they are , emotionally.
Another thing they don't let C.C buy them stuff even if he offered with the excuse ,, but what are you going to buy me on my birthday" cause their birthday Is the only day that they cant say no
( sorry if it was a little but long )
It's his fifth run of the week. The incubus complained about forgetting to by a belt to match the new skirt he bought when he probably had a dozen in his horde to go with it. Exploring the mall, you stuck to your boyfriend's- not that he'd let you go far; complimenting every impulse buy and keeping your eyes on him to avoid gazing at shop windows. Still, you couldn't help but look at look around as you waited for him to exit the dressing room. You immediately regret the decision as you catch sight of a jacket that'd go great in your imaginary wardrobe. It's just take up space in your real one, so there was no point in dwelling on it.
"Hey babe, star buckle or heart?... Hm?" C.C marches over to see what's for you in a trance, bending with his hands to his knees as he whispers - "so - what are we staring at?"
You snap back to reality- eyes pointed down at his skirt. " Oh - uh, looks great, C."
He frowns. "This is the one I came in here with."
"..Still looks good on you."
He bounces to his feet with a sigh. "True - but this skirt just doesn't agree...." He trails off as he catches sight of something over your shoulder - sprinting of towards the mannequin wearing the same jacket you had noticed and tearing it off it's arms.
"Oh my gosh, isn't this just the cutest??? I was needing a new coat too so it's perfect timing. Think it'll look good on me, baby?"
Your shoulder slump. "Yeah....I'm sure it will."
C.C pays for his items and skips merrily out the mall with his task complete; bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He walks over to a bench and takes out his new coat, tearing off the tags and placing them and the receipt in the cigarette tray above the trashcan. He whips out his lighter and sets both ablaze as he faces you.
"Now I can't return this.... Alright, you little shit - how much longer are we going to play this game?"
"What are you talking about?"
C.C stomps over to you, shoving the jacket into your chest. "You want this fuckin' thing and don't try to deny it. It's true it would look amazing on me, but it would look even better on my boo. You are mine, right?."
"I-I guess, but-
"But nothing. You deserve every fucking thing your beautiful heart desires and it's my job as your man to give it to you." He pulls the jacket away, walking over to a puddle by the road. " - but if you really don't want it, you should have no problem with me throwing it away."
"Don't!" You run over to stop him - his fingers losing hold only when you're in range to grab the coat as it falls. The demon sports a grin as you discover the jacket is in your exact size. He pulls you in with an arm around your waist, nuzzling and placing a kiss to your cheek.
"Don't feel bad about wanting things, Y/n. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest and material objects are just another part of it. If it'll make you happy then let it. Plus, it's sorta my job to lead you down the path of temptation as a demon and all - but I'm your boyfriend first and more importantly.
You shut an eye as he kisses near your lids. "Thank, C.C..."
"Don't mention it. Now c'mon - we gotta get back before the deliveries get there."
"You order more things when we we're literally still at the mall?"
"Pfft - you think I'm blind? Baby, I watch you literally every second we're in that place because if I don't some little tramp might try to snatch you up. Guess you'll be sitting pretty on my lap tonight cuz it's Christmas time for you~"
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vioartemis Β· 10 months
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I love her so much... (part 2 [au])
(Jenna Ortega x fem! reader)
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Summary: What if Jenna had followed you that night, and tried to hold you back? Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 2 [au] Warnings: angst (just a little bit I swear) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
Emma waited until your sobs stopped to take a step back and lead you to her car. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying that much.
"Where are we going...?"
"To my apartment. I'm not letting you alone after this"
"Y/n, wait...!"
Jenna's voice made you freeze just as you were about to get in Emma's car. You turned around slowly, trying to hold back your tears.
"I'm sorry...! I'm so sorry, for everything! I love you more than anything...I'm sorry I've been neglecting you lately... work had been overwhelming for everyone, and Percy asked me to help him- I'm not trying to find myself excuses...! I- I should have talked to you about it instead of keeping it all to myself... I'm sorry Y/n..."
She seemed genuinely sorry. You wanted to give ger a second chance, you really did. But the little voice in your head was telling you that she might hurt you again.
Taking your silence as a negative reaction, she started to walk away. Your heart ached at the sight, and you found yourself taking a step forward, almost instinctively.
"Go." Emma told you "Follow her"
You look at your friend and nodded.
"Thank you. For everything" you said with a grateful smile, before running after the brunette
"Jenna!"
She froze, not certain she really heard you call her, and turned around hesitantly, eyes full of hope when you stopped in front of her.
"I... I don't want it to stop... us, I mean"
"Are you.... are you giving me a second chance...? Y-you still love me, even after what I did...?"
"Of course I still love you..." you reassured her "Now let's go home, hm...?"
"Wait I- here..." she started, handing you the box you gave her earlier "I don't deserve it..."
"Jenna-"
"No, Y/n... I- I've been such a bad girlfriend, I don't deserve any gift... But I promise I'll get better, to be worth your love..."
You stayed silent for a second, before nodding and taking the box. Your fingers brushed over hers.
"We can go now" she said quietly
You nodded again, and you both walked back to your shared apartment.
Once you got there, you got ready to go to bed. You had put on your pajamas, and slipped under the covers, soon followed by Jenna. She stayed on her side of the bed, not sure you would want her close.
That caused your lips to curl up slightly, touched by her thoughtfulness, and you moved closer to her, snuggling in her arms. It was the first time in weeks that you really slept together, in each other's arms.
It had been so long that you melted in her embrace. Her arms felt so nice around you, her perfume invading your nostrils felt so right, and so did her whole body pressed against yours.
It didn't take you long to fall asleep, a smile on your face.
At the sight of your sleeping figure, Jenna felt a wave of relief wash over her; she was afraid she'd never get to see you like that again.
"I missed you, I'm sorry..." she whispered, placing a soft kiss on your forehead "I love you..."
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A few months had passed since that night, and everything was back to normal. Your relationship with Jenna was doing better; she was here - as much as her job allowed her - and she was doing her best to show you how much she loved you, how much she cared for you.
Tonight, you were supposed to have dinner together at 8. It was now 11, and she was still not here. You had texted her, called her, but didn't get any answer.
Your stomach flipped at the thought of things turning out like it did months ago. You couldn't do it again.
You decided to wait for her, determined to talk to her, and when she finally arrived - around 1am - you sat up in your shared bed. You waited for her to enter the room; she seemed surprised to see you were still awake.
"I thought we would spend the night together..." you said "What happened?"
"... Nothing" she replied, shaking her head
"No, it's not nothing. I called you, I texted you... you're doing it again, Jenna..."
The look in your eyes made her realize she fucked up again. Her worst fear was becoming real, again.
"I- it's just..." she sighed "I'm a bit overwhelmed... with work, with the responsibilities, with Percy..."
At the sight of tears forming in her eyes, you took her hand in yours.
"I'm here for you, you can vent if you need to..." you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze
"It's just... there always are unexpected problems at work, we're under a lot of pressure lately, more than usually... and I need to come up with important things for next week, and I still don't have anything... and Percy's always asking me for help for stupid things...! And even if I want to say no, he always manages to convince me, and I don't even notice it! I'm so tired, Y/n..."
You pulled her in for a warm, comforting hug, rubbing her back gently.
"It's gonna be okay... I'm here, I'll do my best to help you with that... You should have talked to me about it..."
"I'm sorry I- I didn't want to bother you with that..."
"You never bother me Jenna, I-"
You got cut off by your girlfriend's phone suddenly buzzing. She gave you an apologetic look as she picked up.
"Hello? ... ... What? No listen Percy, I- ... ..."
She looked up at you, biting her nails nervously. The concern in your eyes, as well as the warmth of your hand on hers, and your love for her gave her the courage she needed.
"No, stop. I'm not available right now. ... ... It's 1 in the morning, Percy. I'm not at your disposal, nor your personal helper. ... ... Find someone else to help you. Bye."
She hung up with a sigh, and when her gaze met yours again, your eyes were full of pride, love, and relief. You were proud she was able to stand up for herself, to stop getting 'controlled' by him. And you didn't miss the opportunity to let her know that.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to do it sooner... I- I'm sorry I almost fucked everything up between us because of that... But I won't make the mistake again. From now on, I'll try not to keep everything for myself. I- I don't want to lose you. I don't see my life without you..."
You felt you heart flutter at her words. Hearing her say that made you so happy... so happy, and so relieved.
The few doubts that had popped in your head earlier had completely disappeared now. You were sure you could trust her not to hurt you anymore.
You reached in your bedside table for the box you had given her on your anniversary and handed it to her again. She gave you a questioning look, visibly confused.
"When you gave it back to me, you said you didn't deserve it. Well, I think you deserve it now" you said gently, as she took the box "I've been wanting to give it to you for a little while, actually..."
Her eyes were shining when she looked at you after opening the box, and she had a big smile on her face.
"Do you like it?"
"I love it! I- it's so beautiful...!" she threw her arms around your neck and pulled you in for a tight hug "Thank you... Thank you so much!" she pulled away to give you a sweet smile "Can you help me putting it on?"
"Of course!"
You carefully took the necklace out of the box and waited for her to turn around, before moving her hair to the side. You were quick to attach the jewelry around her neck, and placed a gentle kiss on her soft skin once you were finished.
"Here you go, my love"
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Almost a year and a half later, you found yourself in a quite familiar position: crying in Emma's arms.
"It's okay... just- try to breathe, please"
"I- I'm just... I'm so..."
"I know, I know. Everything's gonna be okay"
You pulled away at her words, taking a deep breath and wiping your tears carefully.
"Yeah, you're right... Everything's gonna be perfectly fine"
"That's what I want to hear!"
Suddenly, the door of the room opened, revealing a nervous Hunter.
"What are you doing?" he yelled-whispered "We're waiting for you...!"
"She's ready, don't panic!" Emma replied, before turning to you "Just breathe, and it will be fine, okay?"
You nodded, and she gave you a brief hug, before exiting the room to join the others, leaving you with Hunter.
"Are you ready?" he asked gently, offering you his arm
"Y-yeah, I think..."
You both made your way to the main room and waited behind the door. When the music started, you took a deep breath.
All eyes were on you walking down the aisle, arm hooked under Hunter's. Yours, however, were glued to the gorgeous brunette ahead of you: your soon to be wife, Jenna Ortega.
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one-time-i-dreamt Β· 1 year
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I invite everybody who took the other users side in that situation to find me a single situation where I was fatphobic and or went out of my way to be cruel or malicious to another user. After these crickets end, I'd like to invite the OP to prove that my reblog asking what their post means caused them hundreds of harassing messages in mere minutes, like they claimed. I will wait.
They posted one single message they got, from a person who wasn't a follower of mine and who responded to them after another user reblogged their post, which was confirmed by that other user. Before they closed their replies and closed themselves in an echochamber of people agreeing with them, I checked the notes a final time and though they did get criticism, as did I (and you all do know I listen to you and hear you and am always, ALWAYS open to conversation), those hundreds of messages of hate were nowhere to be seen.
Do you know why I know for sure they're lying about getting soooooooo much hate because of me? First of all, I've never cultivated a bullying culture on my blog. My followers can attest to that. I never supported users brigading for me. I don't have a cult following either way, but you can say I even discourage brigading. I always ask my followers not to fight others on my behalf. Not that it's necessary, because no one can say I get into drama often. Since making this blog, I can count maybe 5 situations that would be considered 'situations' to begin with. I don't have fans. I have bloggers that enjoy the content I post.
But secondly and more conclusively easily proven with numbers, I simply don't have that reach, nor do I have that many followers who are both active and fatphobic. I don't support fatphobia. I spoke out against fatphobia on this site. I've experienced it myself and I know how hurtful it is. My activity for this blog is abysmal due to me all but abandoning OTID in throes of my mental health battles. My posts get maybe 300 notes in total, over a 1000 if they're a hit reblog but that's it.
Hundreds of hate messages in minutes? Very unlikely. I'm not ashamed to admit OTID isn't what it used to be and that's completely on me and it's completely fine. My struggles stopped me from giving you the best possible OTID experience that you could've gotten and I feel very sorry for that, but I can be realistic and admit that this blog is just not that active anymore, and that's okay. All things die out with time. Lying on me wont change the facts that you're lying.
I also invite the people who say I should've known better and that my intent was unclear in asking the question, to explain about what I should have known better and to prove I was somehow malicious. Why would I be malicious? Why would I attack OP in the way they claim I did? When do I ever do that? How does that even make sense? You can still go through the notes and see that after I asked them for an explanation, nobody attacked them. You can also see that the OP went out of their way to attack me, while they explained calmly to another user what they meant.
What makes us different? Neither one of us understood. I can't read tones online, neither can that other user. I also am not a native speaker, so I sometimes get things wrong, hence why I asked. Why do they deserve kindness and I am accused of ill-intent for asking the same thing? Their replies and notes were off. I couldn't see the replies. This isn't Twitter. If you close those things off, other users don't see them and can't know you've made them. Why would anyone post things publicly but not expect a public response from anyone else?
I'd understand if I was attacking OP and they reacted like this, but I wasn't. My response wasn't malicious. I asked the source to explain, because I didn't understand. How is that malicious? To the people who say they see their point, please explain, because I do not see it and I really want to know. How is me genuinely asking what something that I don't understand means malicious? Even after publicly saying that I actually agree with a lot of things they said on their blog about fatphobia and so on. Supporting the cause? Understanding their points? Agreeing? I'm malicious?
I would also like to invite the people who claim I asked them in a known and rude/malicious meme format kind of way to prove that I did that. I did not know of this meme you speak of, but after checking for it online and finding the "well-known meme format" that was mentioned (which wasn't that well-known since I've never heard of it), my wording was not the same. It wasn't even close. So this argument, how can you claim it to be true?
And lastly, can anyone sincerely tell me how does it make sense for me to suddenly have a complete personality change, decide to reblog something to troll a user I don't even know just to be cruel to them, suddenly be malicious and fatphobic and be a completely different person that you all have known me to be for the past six years? If that was really who I am, wouldn't have the masked slipped way sooner? Why would I pretend to be not a complete POS all this time to have "What does this mean?" hill to die on? This is silly.
I wasn't being fatphobic. I wasn't mocking OP. I wasn't attacking OP. I wasn't being 'snarky'. I simply asked them what something they said meant, because I didn't understand what they meant. My brain wasn't computing. I didn't get their wording. I stumbled upon their post on the explore page, and wasn't seeking them out to antagonize them or anything else they might have claimed. I don't like hurting people. I don't go out of my way to hurt people. If I do hurt somebody I want to do everything in my power to correct it.
My followers weren't harassing them after that question. The OP didn't receive hundreds of hate messages after that question. OP is lying and it's easily to prove that they are. I don't know why they're lying and I'm not willing to get into that because I can't even assume, but one thing is clear - OP had a disproportionate reaction to a question that shouldn't have warranted such a reply. They doubled down and continued claiming victimhood in a situation where they haven't been victimized.
I genuinely feel sorry for them. I believe they've been victimized before. I know this sounds patronizing, but I really do feel sorry for them. I just don't appreciate that they've decided to do a victim cosplay over this and tried to villainize me for asking this question:
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Ending this with my final thoughts: fatphobia is real and hurts people. I don't support fatphobia. I don't stand for it. I've met a lot of fatphobes in my life and all of them were deeply hurtful and insecure people who took out their insecurities on others. Here on OTID we don't vibe with shaming people for their weight nor for how they look. Fat people are people. Skinny people are people. We're all the same on the inside, bones and organs. What matters is how we treat others. I want to spend my days treating others with kindness and receiving kindness back. I like putting smiles on people's faces, not hurting others. I do get it wrong sometimes, and I acknowledge that, but I always try to correct myself, learn and be a better person. I admit when I'm wrong.
If this is my hill to die on, then so be it. But I promise you that I did not reblog OP's post and asked that question to make fun of them or invite harassment to them. I can't believe I even have to repeat this so many times, but I was asking because I didn't understand. I stand behind everything I've said. If your claim to fame is trying to fight me, you highly overestimate how many active followers I have and the kind of community you'll find here. If you want to cancel me for being fatphobic, I'm sorry to say but the only person I've ever been cruel to and who I've bodyshamed was my own self.
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lxstfuleclipse Β· 1 year
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helloβ™‘
I just want more louis just like you.. so how about something gentle with him, like caring for this cutie after a hard day when he just wants to be in the arms of his beloved?
if the order is bad or not interesting, just ignore
and sorry for my english, it's not my native language, heh
hi!! your english is just fine bae, let's see what's brewin' in the pot for you!
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【 summary!! luis comes home not his usual self, his sweet spouse cheers him up. 】
【 content warning!! gn!agent!reader, mentions of workplace bullying/discrimination, mentions of death, slight angst, post-canon RE4 + possible spoilers, canon divergence, kissing, cuddling. a very sad luis :( 】
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He didn't know how much more of it he could take.
The staring, the whispers, the dirty looks. .
What else was he supposed to do?
After Ashley's rescue, things seemed to take a turn for the better. He was granted immunity, along with a job as a researcher for the government. He was a proper researcher now, he was going to help save lives instead of standing aside as they were being destroyed.
He wanted to change, he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to try everything to atone for the past, the pain and chaos he's helped cause.
People can change, can't they?
Everyday, he'd walk into the office to make his way down to the lab. He'd catch the stares, hearing the whispers about him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and those looks. . those fucking looks.
"Wait- isn't that the guy who was apart of that cult?"
"What if he took out that Saddler creep so he could be boss. .?"
"What's he doin' in that lab? Bet he's making more of those sick parasites. ."
"He's probably the reason the president's daughter almost died."
He thought they'd eventually pass, that it wouldn't matter anymore. He tried his best, he really did. He just wanted to prove them wrong, that he wasn't the cultist monster they thought he was. But, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
He helped create Las Plagas, and by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. He just hoped- no, prayed that it wasn't too late for forgiveness, to pay his retribution.
He sighed, fiddling with his house key. He never talked to you about what was going on, he never wanted you to worry about him, especially about something so trivial. So, he shook it off, took a deep breath, and put on his poker face.
"I'm home, mi corazΓ³n!"
A smile on his face, he chuckles as you leap into his arms. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, like you were afraid to let him go.
"Ay! Where's all this coming from, eh? I'm sure I wasn't gone that long, cariΓ±o." He smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he gently sets you on the floor, but his arms never leaving you.
God, he missed you. After another long day, he just wanted to be in your arms, just wanted to be near you. You were his home, his sweet paradise.
"I made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll make you a plate, babe." You say, pressing a kiss against his cheek before making your way back to the kitchen, so excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.
He smiles as he watches you return to the kitchen before sighing as he crashed onto the couch, his hand combing through his dark locks as he finally got a moment to just be. . in peace. He was safe within the walls of your shared apartment, with such a sweet and loving partner like you here waiting for him.
He didn't deserve you. Of all people, why him?
"Luis. . you okay, baby?"
He quickly lifts his head to face you, you looked so worried. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen. How was he supposed to play this off?
He chuckled nervously, nodding, "Yes, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here, in this wonderful city with a wonderful partner and using this brain of mine to help people. I'm doing just fine, mi vida." He said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles after you set your plates down on the coffee table.
"Lu, honey. . I know something's wrong. You look so tired and. . over it, honestly. Are you sure that you're okay? You know that you can tell me anything, sweet baby." You assure him, caressing his cheek.
He couldn't contain it anymore. He just couldn't.
He sighed, resting his back against the couch. He finally shook his head, "It's. . been a rough few weeks, cariΓ±o. I feel like I'm barely keeping it together, if I'm being honest." He said, beginning to fiddle with his trusted lighter.
"Ever since. . you know, my co-workers look at me strange. While I'm on the way to the lab, I hear whispers and rumors, seeing those dirty looks they shoot at me. At first, I understood why. I mean, how would you react if your new co-worker used to work under a cult leader? That I stood by and let it all happen? I don't blame them. ." He sighed, flicking the lighter closed.
"I've been trying to atone for my sins, amor, I really have been. I feel. . horrible for what happened. All I wanted was to get out of that village, somehow, and I thought maybe that would be my chance. . obviously, I was wrong. I want to change, to be a better person. Ever since I was granted immunity, I've made that my mission. So far? It's going pretty damn poorly."
You could feel your heart break as you listened to him, you felt so bad. How could they? How could they just. . make those assumptions and accusations about him without actually asking for his side of events?
Luis was a brilliant man, an amazing boyfriend to you. Sure, he's done some major fuck-ups in the past, but he regrets every last thing. He just wanted to make-up for it all. He looked so sad, he never meant any harm, especially to the president and his daughter. That's why he helped when he did.
"I just. . I just want to help. I've lived a shitty life, and the moment I get a do-over. . more shit comes my way." He sighed, trying to keep his tears. They didn't deserve them, he had to be strong. But, he felt like he was reaching a breaking point.
"Lu. . whatever they say, it's not true. You and I both know that. Yes, you fucked up then, but you're making up for it now, and if they can't see that then they better not ask for your help when shit hits the fan." You said, getting a little pissed about it now. If you could, you'd kick every one of their uppity, government asses.
"You're a wonderful man, you've showed me that during that mission and you continue to show me that. If you truly were the ruthless bastard that they say you are, then you would've let Ashley die, you would've let all of us die." You say, wiping his tear away with your thumb as he looked so lovingly at you.
"Luis, I love you. You're going to help make this sick world a better place, and I'm so fucking proud of you." You say with a smile.
"I-I. . I don't deserve you, amor. Mi vida, la luz de mis ojos. What has this bastard done to deserve such love?" He whispered, finally being able to let go of his tears as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around each other in a warm embrace. He was so happy that you chose him.
"You're you, and that's all that matters, Lu." You murmur, holding him so close to you, wanting to squeeze out all those doubts and thoughts from him.
You loved him for him, and that was never going to change.
"Now, how about we enjoy dinner and some mind-numbing television? Then a nice, warm bubble bath and a movie with yours truly?" You ask, booping his nose.
He chuckled, sighing as he shook his head.
"That would be wonderful, my darling. . how can I repay such kindness and love? Would a massage suffice?" He spoke, smirking as he bounces his eyebrows, possibly hinting to something more.
You giggle, "I'm sure that'll do just fine as payment for my services."
He didn't deserve you. But, he damned sure wasn't going to fuck this up. No. . this was his second chance, and he was going to cherish every minute of it.
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kjdkive Β· 1 year
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bubbles and kisses β€” mark lee.
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warnings: lots of fluff cause im lonely and this is mainly for me, suggestive coments, cursing, mark being so sweet it will make you cry cause you will never have him (if there's more i need to warn lmk)
a/n: was feeling a little down and wrote this. hope you like it. english' not my first language so if any mistake please understand and also let me know cause mistakes make me want to throw up
"hi, baby." you greeted your boyfriend as you entered the appartment you shared with him.
mark looked up from his phone, as he was resting on the sofa and inmediatly stood up so he could give you a hug. "hi, my baby." he said while he gave you a kiss on the cheek, smiling but it dissapeared "why do you sigh? is everything alright?"
you smiled. you loved how he noticed the very small details. "it's nothing, babe, i'm just tired. i've been dealing with a lot of clients... the annoying ones." you gave him a little kiss with a little smile.
"oh, i'm sorry, it's okay, you're home now so i guess that's better, right?" mark asked and you nodded. "well, how about i prepare you a nice, warm bath? how does that sound?"
"oh, it sounds amazing, but would you do that for me? it's okay if i just shower." you asked him, you didn't want to bother him. he was probably more tired than you.
"yeah, of course." he brushed your hair out of your face. "i'd prepare you a million baths." he smiled, while giving you another kiss. "meanwhile, why don't you eat the pasta i bought you? cause you know i can't cook for shit, and it's still warm." you laughed and nodded to his offer.
he went away to your shared bathroom and you went to the kitchen to eat the pasta he told you about. he was right, it was still warm, and it was also really good. while you ate, you scrolled on your phone, texted back a few friends that you hadn't replied to because you've been busy with your job and if you weren't doing something related to your job you were sleeping. it was hard to maintain your life, boyfriend, friends, co-workers, clients. you just wanted a break.
"y/n! bath's ready, come here!"
"i'm coming, hold up!"
you saved the left overs of the pasta in the fridge and headed straight to the bathroom. when you opened the door, you were shocked, you couldn't believe what your boyfriend had done even though it was ultra common with him. the bathroom was full of your favorite candles, therefore it was smelling to your favorite scent, the tub was full of bubbles just how you liked it, there was your favorite playlist playing in the background and your favorite person was just there checking the perfect water temperature.
"oh my god, mark, babe, you did not."
"i did, you deserve this after a long, rough day." he smiled. "now, come here." you went to him and he grabbed your cheeks and gave you a long kiss on the lips. "okay, now, let me." he started by taking off your blazer because you were still wearing office attire and then he began to unbotton your blouse.
"fuck yeah, i'm getting laid tonight." you said, while mark now was taking off your blouse.
all he did was laugh. "jesus christ, y/n, stop being a pervert, we're not having sex tonight i'm still tired from yesterday, bro. now just enjoy this and be quiet." mark got on his knees and started taking off your trousers, holding your hands so you get ouf them when the trousers were now at your feet. "do you want me to take off your panties too?"
you had to be honest, he looked so good on his knees ready to take off everything that was on you but you had to shake off the thought. his question, though, was very straight forward, and it made you feel shy and vulnerable. you didn't say anything, you just nodded, letting him know that he could do whatever he wanted to do. and he did. before taking off your underwear, he made sure to give some light kisses to your legs and all you could do was carress his hair. he took the off and then stood up to unhook your bra.
the thing is: he never, once, looked at your body; even though he has seen all of you thousands of times in different contexts, this was different. this was so delicate, so intimate. you felt so safe even in this very vulnerable state, and you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.
he finished taking everything off and gave you a kiss again. "you look beautiful, baby, now get in." he held your hand while you walked on the steps the tub had. you felt like yourself again. the water was perfect, the bubbles felt right on your skin, the smell of the candles flodded your nose. it was all perfect, thanks to your boyfriend.
"aren't you getting in with me?" you asked him.
"i showered before you got home, so don't worry." he kissed your forehead. then he grabbed your hair and tied it in a bun so you wouldn't get it wet.
you just sat there, hugging your knees, feeling the warmth of the water and thinking how you were a really lucky girl to have someone like mark lee in your life and also, to be able to call him your boyfriend. hopefully, one day, your husband.
you opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend sitting on the steps there beside you, just staring at you. "what are you looking at, mark lee?" you asked him.
"just how pretty you are." and he looked really pretty too, resting his head on his hand, on his favorite black t-shirt and pajama pants.
"stop." you smiled.
"you're blushing, you'reeee blushing." he made fun of you and stood up a little bit to give you another kiss, which apparently, kissing you was something he couldn't stop doing tonight. "do you want me to go so you can have some alone time?" he asked.
"no, don't go." you said, inmediatly. "stay with me, please?"
"whatever you want, baby."
you held his hand and gave it a little kiss while you made it rest on your knees. and just stayed there, enjoying his prescence. the silence, the water, the scent and just him. it was perfect, but only because mark was there with you. and not only now, he was there every step of the way just as you were with him.
something hard to find, but totally worth it.
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sagau-my-beloved Β· 1 year
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Jealous Venti stuff cause I'm on that rn
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Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness I suppose, mild codependency
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Obviously you can only split your attention so many directions, it was inevitable something would eventually slip through.
Venti was just so sure it would never be him, and yet...
Five minutes was nothing, not in the face of the eternity he'd been waiting before you descended.
He mental cringed at how much like Ei that sounded.
Five minutes turned to ten, which soon rolled over into twenty. But he was nothing if not dutiful, or perhaps that was just another way of saying obsessive.
Dutiful, obsessive, completely and utterly infatuated, what did the wording matter, the end result was the same. The end result was him willing to stand outside your chamber door all night, if only to confirm you had really slept somewhere else, potentially even with someone else.
It made him nauseous. Worse than nauseous. It made him feel as if a black hole was consuming him from the inside, tearing his body apart at an atomic level.
That was a normal thing to feel, right? A deep set hatred, one he never even thought himself capable of, when your attention was anywhere but him.
Not at you, god never at you. The day he started feeling anything less than complete bliss at simply the thought of you was the day he'd die, by his own hands if it came to that.
No it wasn't you, it was everything else, every single thing in the entire never ending universe that wasn't you or him simply didn't matter. It didn't deserve the emotional energy that would be wasted, that would be better spent on you.
It was around the two hour mark now, 7,243 second to be more precise.
Venti's legs were starting to hurt, his unwillingness to move even the slightest centimeter until he finally layed eyes on you was catching up to him.
You should have been back by now...
He played with the idea of going to look for you himself multiple times throughout the past two hours, but the thought of being gone when you did finally return, the thought of you closing your chamber door in order to rest, effectively barring him from seeing you until morningβ€”
His waiting did finally pay off, the sight of you entering his peripheral, his ability to breathe halting momentarily.
It took only a mere two seconds before you were no longer on your feet, knocked to the ground with the force of a thousand winds, or at least the one who controlled them.
"Venti??"
"Where were you?"
It was said with such unfiltered sadness from where he lay on top of you, his hands snaking around your waist so your position was something closer to a hug.
"Iβ€” I was with Kaeyaβ€”" You stuttered, thrown slightly off guard.
Venti's grip noticeably tightened.
You regained your composure and elaborated, "After the meeting, which went on for longer than expected, he wanted to update me on a Treasure Hoarder situation that was being monitored."
You weren't particularly surprised by Venti's sudden display of affection, but the fact he didn't even wait until you were inside your bedroom was a bit suspicious.
"You shouldn't be bothered with that," he was quick to retort, a mild venom lacing his words, "It's his job, is Kaeya so incompetent that he has to rope you into such trivial matters?"
'He was just doing it so he could spend more time with you.'
That part went unspoken, its implication hanging in the air.
You were starting to see a bit more of the picture, maneuvering yourself to a sitting up position with a sigh and allowing him to wordlessly crawl into your lap, burying his face against you as you stroked his hair.
"I promise you it was something that required my attention, but I'm sorry for making you wait nonetheless."
Venti let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer, or maybe it was just the fact he couldn't be anything but wholly happy in this position if he tried.
The repetitive movement of finger gliding through his hair halted for a moment, it was only a moment but fear immediately coursed through him at the thought of you pulling away.
"Maybe we could move out of the middle of the hallway now?"
Oh. Right. You were both still on the floor. Although, in your embrace, he could have been in the depths of the abyss itself and wouldn't have bothered to notice.
You got a small, almost completely unnoticeable nod in return, choosing to cautiously return to a standing position as Venti's hold barely loosened.
It would be practically impossible to walk even five feet like this, so you opted on deploying strategy A, created for this exact situation after the fifth time it happened.
You moved your hand to brush over his face, catching his attention as he pulled back just enough to allow you to position it under his chin, as you then pushed his head up to his eyes met yours.
An unknown question died in his throat as your lips quickly captured his own, it only took half a second before he melted into it, succumbing to all the glory that was you.
You waited a second longer before pulling away, ensuring that he would be too out of it to try and stop you.
Just as you expected, he was practically putty, allowing you to simply drag him along as he slowly came down from that high. The next thing he consciously registered was he was somehow in your room, laying at the foot of your bed as you exited bathroom with a pair of pajamas on.
"Your grace please..." Venti whined, the realization that you took advantage of his blissed out state, albeit not in the way he would have liked, dawning. "That's not fair..."
"Well I'm sorry that the bed is more comfortable than the hallway floor."
Once you finally situated yourself in a comfortable position Venti went back to draping himself on top of you, resting his head between your shoulder and neck, soaking up all warmth you provided.
It only took a minute for him to remember why you were late again, unpleasant feelings once again festering.
"You know," Venti started, his breath against your neck causing you to shiver, "If Treasure Hoarders are the reason, maybe I should just take care of them tomorrow, since Kaeya can't seem to."
The last part of that was mumbled, but audible nonetheless. You let out a hum in response.
"I don't think that's necessary."
Well that hurt.
Did you not think he was capable? Had he not proven himself time and time again to be incredibly capable of taking care of some of the less than pleasant problems you faced? Did you think Kaeya was more capable than him???
"Your grace, I'm not quite sure you understand my intentions."
Venti was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a wink. "I would make the world bleed for you. I want you to rely on me."
You almost felt the need to laugh, someone offering to be your rock to lean on? To be your solid ground amidst a sea of uncertainty? A part of you found it amusing, and a part of you found it sad.
Venti seemed to read your blatant apprehension.
"No one else matters," he continued, "No one ever will. I could make everything about you."
He moved his head to face you, so you could see how genuine his eyes were.
"You wouldn't have to worry about anything, ever." He inched closer with every word, "Not the Treasure Hoarders, not Kaeya or the knights or Mondstadt. I'd take care of it all." Venti finished, his lips barely a hairs breath away from yours, wanting that small gap to close but never taking.
You want it, him, the promise he gives but could never keep. That was just the problem wasn't it, your wants didn't matter, you had a role to fill.
You pulled away, the rift between you growing, Venti let out a pained sigh.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
He sounded genuinely heartbroken, as if he would much prefer you to have physically hurt him than even insinuate you didn't want to touch him.
"You know I don't." You replied in an exhausted tone, "If the circumstances were different, if I wasn't me, there would be nothing that could stop me from taking you up on that. But I can't abandon them, and it's not fair to ask you to pick up the slack."
Venti's face darkened, of course they were the problem, they would always be the problem.
"So selfless..." There was a bitter tone to his voice, a bite that challenged anyone who wanted to even try and stop him from taking you all to himself, "They don't deserve it."
You winced slightly at his tone, a movement he felt. He offered an apology in the form of soft kisses pressed against your collarbone, lazy movements as his hair tickled your neck.
You bit back a giggle, feeling his actions leading him up your neck, then to your jaw, eventually peppeing your face while intentionally avoiding your lips.
"Venti! Venti Venti it tickles!" You squeaked out laughing, unable to stop at how you felt him smile against you.
He pressed a final kiss to you forehead, drawing that one out before pulling back, his expression once again going somber.
"I'm being honest you know, just say the word, I'll take care of everything you could ever want, I'd do it all for you in a heartbeat. You'd never have to rely on anyone else, no more incompetent untrustworthy people that don't even deserve to look at you. I could deal with anyone who tries to come between that. I'm an Archon, your Archon, use me like one."
It was enticing, but then again when was he not. The visual image of living something of a normal life, Venti being there to ensure it. No longer being the foundation which the entire world happily rested on, instead using him as your foundation.
It was a nice thought, but that's how it would remain.
"Come on, let's sleep, I'm tired."
That statement was more truthful than anyone could ever imagine, you were tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all four at once.
A tiny part of you hoped, as much as you didn't feel you deserved it, that when you did finally crack, when the foundation you had forged yourself into finally reached its weight capacity, it would be his arms that you would fall into.
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yelenasdiary Β· 1 year
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Hello, I am resubmitting my order. And I want to say that I'm sorry for these horrible comments that you are receiving without meaning, people have to understand that everyone has their time and deserves to live their life in the best way possible.
-> I have a pretty cute request I think? πŸ˜‚ like, I'm a pretty whiny person when it comes to getting vaccinated. You can make it like it's Maximoff family day to go for the annual vaccines, Wanda and the kids get it with no problems, but Reader is a crybaby and gets all sensitive just wanting Wanda's cuddles afterward, which is funny because Reader is the strongest in the family, but at needle time she gets all whiny. I hope you can write because I really need a hug after getting vaccinated πŸ˜–
[ sorry if my english sucks, that's not my first language, but I hope you understand ]
I want you to feel free to do this or not. 😊
Vaccination Day
Pairing:Β Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary:Β The yearly vaccinations updates brings out a whole new side of you.
Fluff | Mentions of Needles | They/Them pronouns |Β Β 0.9K |Β 
AC:Β I HATE needs! I used to donate blood just fine thou lmao! I hope this helps, I’m sorry it took a while!Β Β 
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"Well done Billy, you're all done! Just sit for a few moments then you can help yourself to a lollypop" the nurse smiled as she placed a Band-Aid on Billy's arm. "Thank you!" The boy smiled before he looked at you and Wanda as he swung his legs back and forth.Β 
"My turn!!" Tommy rolled up his sleeve to his shoulder as the nurse prepared the next vaccination.Β 
You hated to show it but you couldn't control how your hands where shaky and your eyes tightly closed when you saw the needle. "Something the matter baby?" Wanda whispered without taking her eyes off the twins. "You'll laugh at me" you replied in the same softened tone. Wanda slowly turned her head to look at you, she raised a brow slightly at your reply.Β 
"Laugh at you? Darling, are you scared of needles?" she asked with a now amused look.Β 
"N-n-no?"Β 
"Is that a question?" Wanda chuckled.Β 
"I told you; you would laugh!" you pouted before your eyes shifted to Tommy who sat perfectly still for the nurse, not even a flinch came from either of your boys as the needle pinched their skin. "Oh honey, if the boys can do without making a huss, so can you" Wanda's amused look didn't budge, you looked at her and sighed, "I'm being serious Wands, I hate needles! More than I hate spiders" you whispered so the twins wouldn't hear.Β 
"Your turn Ma!" Billy stood up and reached for a lollypop out of the nurse's jar. "It's okay buddy, Mom wants to get hers done first" you nervously smiled at your son before your eyes traveled to Wanda who just tilted her head slightly at you and shook her head.
You watched Wanda get her vaccinations with your nerves getting the better of you causing you to excuse yourself from the room. "Is Ma okay?" The boys turned to Wanda with a worried look. "They are fine, they just don't like needles" she explained trying her best not to let her amusement get the better of her.Β 
"But they don't even hurt" Tommy commented with a confused frown, "I know love but even though we are strong and can take a vaccine, doesn't mean Ma isn't strong either. Do you boys remember when Sparky ran away? Do you remember how scared you boys were and worried that we might not find him?"Β 
The twins nodded, "Well, that's how Ma is feeling right now. This is a little scary to them" Wanda added as the nurse placed a band-aid on her arm, "don't worry, I've seen plenty of adults get scared over needles, it's normal" the nurse pitched in. "Really?" the twins asked the young nurse, "of course" she smiled as she began to prepare the next vaccine. "Ma doesn't have to be scared!" Billy looked at Wanda who smiled softly at him, "Yeah, let's go find them" Tommy suggested.
"How about you boys wait here and I'll go find Ma" Wanda suggested before looking at the nurse, "is that okay? I'm sorry, I know you're busy" she added. "Oh, it's fine" the nurse smiled.Β 
Wanda stepped out of the room to find you sitting in the waiting room with your right knee bouncing to distract you from your nerves. She smiled softly to herself before she walked over to you and took a seat beside you, placing a hand over your bouncing knee. "Honey, it's okay" her thumb stroked your knee, "tell me what you need" she added as you looked at her.Β 
"Will you hold my hand?" you asked in a soft and quiet tone, "I mean, so I can squeeze it when the nurse pricks me with the needle" you added. Wanda couldn't help by chuckle, "yes my love, I'll hold your hand and after we can take the boys for ice cream before we go home" Her thumb continued to stroke your knee.Β 
"I'm not getting it done in front of the boys"
"Don't worry baby, they already know Ma is a little scared of needles" she chuckled before placing a kiss on your cheek, "come on love, lets get his over with so I can give you all the cuddles you want when we get home" she added.Β 
"I'd like that" you smiled softly.Β 
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Wanda held your hand as the twins held your other has the nurse gave you the vaccination, light tears filled your eyes at the prick feeling from the needle. Even though you were seen as the strongest member of the family, the boys promised that from now on that they would hold your hand next year and make it a little tradition that Ma gets to pick a treat for after.Β 
Ice cream definitely helped take your mind off the events of the day, Wanda kept you close to her and showered you with kisses and praises to make you feel better. Although she couldn't help herself and made a couple of jokes which did actually cause you to giggle. After dinner and when the twins were tucked into bed, Wanda continued to shower you with love and affection, giving you the biggest and warmest cuddles as you fell asleep in her arms while watching your favorite movie.Β 
Even though you didn't feel so tough and strong today, Wanda didn't look at you any differently, you were still the strongest member of the family in her eyes and the twins.
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nokacchan Β· 1 year
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Be There
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pairing : bang chan x fem!reader
genre : fluff , hint of angst
summary: chan always bottles up his feelings. One day he couldn't take it anymore and breakdown into tears.
πŸ“Žrei's notes : I'm going to flip if this doesn't upload.
request for my bestie @asfreeastheuniverse
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You eyed your boyfriend who looked like he was in distress. He had just finished a vlive which you watch. He talked about anger issues and you could see in his eyes that he had a lot of things on his mind. You carefully approached him. β€œChris, are you alright?”, you asked him.
Your eyes softened when you saw his face, he was literally on the verge of exploding. His eyes were glossy, indicating he was upset about something. Chan had always kept his problems to himself. You just had to be aware when to step into the situation. β€œChris…baby you can talk to me”, you slowly dragged him along with you to sit on the couch.
Chan looked at you before nodding his head. You opened your arms wide, allowing him to lean against you. A few tears fell from his face, making you wipe it off immediately.
β€œIt’s just…I’m-...I’m just upset over the fact that a stay telling me to stop talking about lily…you know how much I treat Lily like my little sister. She’s like the only sister I have here when I’m not back in Australia…I saw so many people throwing hate on her…she doesn’t deserve that”, he leaned his head against your shoulder. You let out a hum. β€œLily deserves the recognition, she worked so hard for it. Now seeing her debuting in nmixx, makes me relieved that she earned what she deserves after years of working in the dark”, Chan added on.
You knew how much Lily reminds him of his younger sister Hannah and younger brother Lucas.
You stroked his hair, calming him down. β€œI know that, Chris. They’re probably just some overdramatic fans. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were always there for Lily. I’m sure Lily is a strong girl. She won’t take their comment to heart. After all, Lily and you have been through a lot since you guys were just kids. She looks up to you as a big brother”, you replied.
Chan turned his head to look at you. β€œReally?”, he spoke softly. You nodded your head. β€œYup. She told me that herself. She even says she wished she had a brother like you…you know, cause she has no brothers”. Chan smiled before burying his head further into your shoulder.
β€œI feel better now…thank you”, Chan left a peck on your shoulder. You smiled before leaving a peck on his forehead.
β€œI’m always here for you when you need me”
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A few days had passed since the breakdown. You noticed a change in Chan. He didn't look so stressed out anymore. Whenever he had a doubt or feeling upset about something, he talked things out with you.
A tap on your shoulder distracts you from your work. You turned around to see Chan. A small smile appeared on his face. "I'm sorry for disturbing you...can I talk to you? If you're free of course", Chan purses his lips. You stood up from your seat. Holding his hands in yours.
"Of course, I told you I'm always here for you. Let's go talk over there", you caressed his hand. You gave him a reassuring smile, making him nod his head.
"thank you"
The End.
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cairavende Β· 2 months
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Worm Arc 16 second half thoughts (after Defiant interlude, 16.7 to end):
I'm very glad I split this arc where I did cause WHAT THE FUCK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
Tattletale . . . the entire time . . . in secret!
And Coil's whole crazy plan at the town hall debate!
And and and Rachel held Taylor's hand and it was gay BUT IT WAS SAD GAY!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the bug box (I'm sorry, "The Famine Engine") what the fuck
And Taylor was shot and almost lit on fire and she become a fucking terror demon scary bug monster and got away from all the people and set off some grenades and and
passes out
...
ALSO MY DAUGHTER KILLED COIL! SHOT HIM RIGHT IN THE HEAD!
Taylor sees her dad and argues with his friends a little and realizes that things aren't as clear as she thought they were maybe but whatever I just want to get to know Lacey better. For reasons.
I knew something would happen at the town hall. Once Dragon was taken care of I figured it would be Coil but I wasn't sure what he would do and I didn't expect this. I thought he would mostly be trying to take out Skitter or something.
Happy to see Uber and Leet again, even if they are working for the asshole. They are fun.
Getting more info on Leet's power and I'm even more fascinated then I was before. He couldn't make the teleporter work if it was putting the target into instant danger, like a bomb or a vat of acid. Wild. I wanna know more.
ALSO COIL LEGIT CONSIDERED DROPPING SKITTER INTO A VAT OF ACID!
He really did go full supervillain right at the end. Monologuing, using cheesy lines, stopping the execution of his enemies when one of them yells "Wait!" and letting them talk. Crazy elaborate plans. Good for him I guess.
The Wards new "teleport without swapping matter" tech is quite fancy and it can apparently do a heck of a lot of people at once! Which I could see becoming a big deal. I had initially assumed it was Kid Win who made it (since he did the same with is guns before) but with how stuff has bounced around I'm legit not sure.
OH AND I KNEW I LOVED CIRCUS FOR A REASON, WHAT A WONDERFUL LITTLE GENDERQUEER! THEY GET A PASS FOR STABBING SOME PEOPLE CAUSE THEY DESERVE TO GET TO STAB A FEW PEOPLE.
I had fully called Coil being Thomas Calvert by now, so that itself wasn't a surprise. But I hadn't expected Thomas to have gotten back to working with the PRT. Makes sense if he can make it work, that is a wonderful source of power.
Too bad Tattletale pulled the fucking rug out from under you Thomas!
Taylor leaving her dad at the hospital without stopping to see him is unfortunate I guess, but not really unexpected. I've kinda given up on their relationship getting repaired. Besides who needs Danny when shes got me!?
Oh and I guess Taylor can't really see now. Cool. I'm sure that will just get better right away with no issues! /s
I mean it isn't really a huge deal for her vs most people. But still.
OH AND SKITTER'S DEAL WITH COIL WHEN HE WAS GOING TO KILL THEM ALL INCLUDED "Ta
Oh and Skitter's deal with Coil to turn off the dead man's switch included "Take care of Bitch's dogs!" GAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
And "Tattletale gets to live!" like ya ok sure it was all so she could get Tattletale here and such I get that but whatever, it is also GAY! GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY!!!!!!!!!!
But for real Tats has been coming in with the fucking long con OH MY GOD. I legit didn't see it coming. Coil losing this arc? Sure, maybe not likely but possible. Coil dying? Again, was surprising but not shocking. But Tattletale having payed off have the mercs in a carefully planned coup in the works since Arc 3 at a minimum? Blindsided me. Just hit by a bus. HOLY SHIT!!!
Fake Skitter shot Bitch!!!! AHHHHH!!! But she was ok. And the speed of her accepting that real Skitter didn't do it and not staying mad at her!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Seriously though Skitter breaking out of the house she was teleported into and getting past all those troops? God. Using the swarm speech for physiological warfare? Chef's kiss
I wonder how Cauldron is feeling with Coil dead? I don't know exactly what they needed him for but he sure ain't doing it now.
And Dinah at the end!! Just me sobbing.
I'm sure the whole thing with Noelle (or should I use my cape name for her when she's on a rampage - Traveler in a Vault, or TiaV) will just blow over and won't be a bigger deal than arc 8 in the end. Everything is fine.
Marquis interlude thoughts:
TINY PRISON! I love tiny prison.
Look I'm sorry I don't make the rules but Marquis and Lung are totally gay for each other. They are both terrible people. I don't ship them because I want to, I ship them because there is no other option. I do what I have to do.
Glaistig Uaine is my new favorite. She is terrifying and I love her. Forget Bonesaw's passangers or Coil's agents, they're called head fairies now.
I'm sure Amy and Glaistig Uaine working together in the future won't be bad at all.
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