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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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repeat rebound Ch.3 repeating nights like this

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Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (ft.jeonghan sex)

Genre: Crack, smut

word count: 6k

tags: ft. other members (jeonghan, vernon, and mingyu), weddings, coffee meet-cutes, morning sex, cigarettes, alcohol, little sugar baby!reader, wedding planner!soonyoung, fingering, oral (receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, spitting, cum swaping

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: so i had a lot of fun writing this with no plan of how it was gonna go, but i am so satisfied with how this turned out. RR is like a social experiment at this point. REPOSTING DUE TO PREVIOUS ERROR. and pls read on desktop and not the app, its being weird rn.

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok @darthlunaa

The coupon was created the first time you ever broke up with Chan, which of course Jeonghan had to have been there for too. You were obsessed with your boyfriend at the time, when weren’t you, so you were devastated. You were bawling out your eyes, questioning the world how he could do this to you. All the young, sad, hopeless romantic stuff. This prompted Jeonghan the opportunity to propose ‘the coupon’.

It entails one night of meaningless sex, no questions, with both consenting parties and no further discussion about the sex after. It was like it had never happened. Both you and Jeonghan had this coupon, an invisible one, promised by the sincerity of word, and with no expiration. You never expected that you would actually use it and knew Jeonghan had enough respect for you that he wouldn’t use his. As it turns out, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Married, huh? He was too hot to be drinking alone.”

His cigarette smoke clogs the room’s air and wafts into your nose. You exhale it out, burying your naked body into the sheets. That one was one of the few things you never did like about him. He enjoyed a bit of tobacco once in a while, especially after sex, so you heard, and it just wasn’t something you could overlook in a partner. You dismissed Jeonghan as an option for a romantic partner long ago.

Digressing, that wasn’t the point. Jeonghan wasn't the issue, you were and your shit love and sex life. It had become so shit, you were fucking your best friend of all people to…relieve it. It had become codependency at some point: you and sex.

“I feel so stupid. What is wrong with me?”

Jeonghan digs the remains in his personal ashtray, and lays his head against the palms behind his head, turning to your side in concern. “Nothing is wrong with you, there’s never been anything wrong with you. You know that.”

You scoff back dubiously at him, “Yeah, do I? Can you just open up a window, please?”

He rolls his eyes and obliges, sliding out of bed, and exposing what he had, or lack thereof, underneath. His lean back side faces you as the duvet drops from his limbs, his fair and flawless skin that looked tempting and smooth to the touch, almost too perfect to mark. You shield your eyes away as if you hadn’t already seen all of it, all of him, all of last night.

“With clothes please.”

He chuckles as if he knows what you’re thinking. “It’ll be quick.”

You knew this would be someone he’d have to hold against you, hence why you wouldn’t even dream of doing this in the first place, but arousal speaks louder than words. Nothing had been going right for you that night and the last thing you wanted was for you to get someone in a goddamn relationship involved. It was time to cut your losses.

He cracks open the window, nothing big, just enough that smoke can pass through, but not enough to give a view. Eyes still resisting his presence, you feel him join you back in bed, gazing back at you, and it was nice. “Want to go another round?”

You give him a knowing grin, “Coupon only entails one night.”

“Says who?” He retorts back with a cheeky smile.

“Said you when you made it up. It’s morning right now. I’m sure you understand the concept of time.”

He draws himself a little closer to you, the intimacy he offers all too enticing to reject. “I can make an exception. Sounds like you need it. A little TLC.”

He pairs your hips together, flaccid cock now twitching against your thigh. His lips push pressure against yours, hand running over your shape, a low satisfied hum leaving his lips. A soft moan escapes you as you kiss him back, and you get a light sensation in your body that makes you feel weightless, everything is where you needed it to be. Somehow, Jeonghan sensed that. “You look even pretty like this…how do you do that?”

“What, like with bed head and dehydrated skin?” You chuckle against his lips.

“Yeah, even then,” he whispers with a smile.

He throws you in his lap, and a girlish squeal emits on your end. Lips attach to one another once again, and you find yourself indulging more of his time. You ride his body, his length’s warmth plunged in your core, unmoving, but pleasurable even without. He let you use him, easing your tension instead of building it up, touching you, and offering you nothing but bliss. It was sweet, Jeonghan always was.

“Oh, Jeonghan…”

And he was the best friend you could ask for.

“You feel so good,” you giggle helplessly, cupping his cheeks.

Your hips move fluidly, melting into each other like the richest butter. His hands cradle your breasts, massaging them like warm dough meant to be carefully kneaded. There was something comforting, something reassuring, that you couldn’t help but appreciate. It gave you a certain high, a somewhat calming one that blurs your sense, it was a high in your body that could only do good.

Was it mind-numbing sex? No, but it was what you needed.

He then slides down his hands to cup your ass, working his knuckles in your flesh, squeezing their pillowy surface. Your moans, as surprising as it sounds, come out so naturally. You repeat his name like a mantra, all while Jeonghan’s head throws back into his pillows, grunting, whining, doing whatever he was doing because whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You liked hearing his voice, new yet familiar, crying out to you, obsessing over you, making you feel desired like you meant something.

“You feel so fucking good…” Even when he was cussing, it was heavenly. Cathartic even.

You had this airy way you laughed you couldn’t help yourself. It blended with the movement of your hips, harboring a climax between your thighs. Jeonghan was gonna remember this and all of last night for a long time. “Yes, yes, mmh, Jeonghan…”

With a permanent smile on his face, he watches you double over as you cum all over his rubber-coated cock and his hands embrace your sweaty backside. He listens to your shaky breath, orgasming ostentatiously loud in his ears. Adrenaline was rushing through his body at the same time his hot cum was rushing out.

He paints the inside of his rubber white, elevating his heart rate. Still smiling, he takes deep breaths, remembering to breathe, “Fuck, I’m gonna need another cig.”

You stopped the session there, after a nice hot shower anyways (Jeonghan coming by to save water), rejecting his offer for breakfast saying you had places to be, but kissed him goodbye and, rather slowly with tobacco and spearmint fresh on his tongue. It all ends at that. Never to be spoken of again. At least you hope.

“Hi.”

You falter in your steps, turning to see another familiar face walking down the stairs to the front lobby, looking like he’s ready for a good day’s work in a nice button-down and slacks. It was a sight to see considering you had only seen it in pictures before, but he really did clean up well.

“Morning. Sleep well?” You ask in an attempt to make some light conversation.

Soonyoung quietly laughs to himself, noticing how the awkwardness radiates off your body or was there something else that had you absolutely glowing? “I think I slept alright. You?”

“Oh, uh…”

What do you even say? Didn’t get much sleep because I was busy filling up a bodily cavity that has nothing to do with teeth?

“Wait, none of my business,” he laughs off, and that relieves you, “I’ll see you around.”

You nod him goodbye, awkwardly so but as normal as possible, which wasn’t very likely. Nevertheless, it could've gone worst and for that, you were grateful it didn’t. One wrong move last night, you would’ve been a homewrecker, and he didn’t make that any easier for you. Maybe you really did need some time away from sex like Jeonghan first suggested, but were you really one to listen?

The sex was a good distraction from things other than your break up, if anything your break up was a distraction for something else: the failing economy. You were lucky enough to have some money from your previous job, which went nowhere may you add, to pull through for the next few months but you promised yourself that you’d find a new, better job in no time. Easier said than done and what have you been doing? Quite literally, fucking around.

You’re gonna be done with that, for now anyway.

And it was nothing to flush out-of-control sex hormones like an artisanal cup of coffee while you job search on your laptop in a cute little cafe. This was a nice change of pace. And you totally weren’t catching the glances at the cute head barista, whose name you found out to be Vernon by the way.

Okay, no. No, no. Back to it.

You’ve looked on endless worksite pages and have already applied to a few electronically, but none that screamed to you that it was your calling, not that anything ever did. In the past, you’ve worked jobs to get by and most recently landed one that paid the most out of anyone, but as most companies went, it made its employees drone on to an endless cycle of work-life imbalance. Probably why it took so long to realize your relationship was going to shit.

It was then your phone rang and fate played with you once again while you were in the middle of tittering between the job search and fantasizing about getting fucked in the breakroom by the brown-eyed barista. No doubt, your savior was on the other line ready to pull you away from this horny limbo. “Hey, Gyu. What’s up?”

“I need help from a good, good friend.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone of voice, contorting your lips anxiously. It was warm and inviting, for Mingyu anyway, but in a way, that ulterior motives were clear as day. “Okay, what the fuck, you sound creepy. What is it?”

“Now don’t be…hostile, but—“

“I hate this idea already.”

He lightly laughs on the other line. “I need a date for a Wedding.”

You sigh, already know where this is going. “It better not be the one I’m thinking of.”

“It might be.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“Okay, Okay,” he answers defensively, “I know it sounds bad, but…I promise I won’t…do much.”

Mingyu was many things and has questionable actions but none without reason. He and his ex had been in an on-and-off relationship and just when they’re in their off stage, she’s off getting married. He couldn’t believe it at first, hell, he couldn’t believe he was getting cheating on at first either. It was the first time he felt helpless in a long time.

“Are you seriously asking me to be your date for your ex’s wedding? Jinni. That ex. With the guy she cheated on you with. And you want me involved. Why?”

“I’ll pay you.” He bargains curtly.

You admit, hearing that may have intrigued you.

“I don’t want your stupid Scrooge McDuck money.”

“Three grand.”

Fuck.

You resist, digging into the flesh of your thigh. “…I don’t want your stupid three grand either.”

“Five grand.”

Man, you hated this guy. “Or your five grand.”

“Seven!”

Your eyes shoot open. “Stop shouting numbers!”

“Fine, Eight.”

You cup your phone’s speaker, worried as if some bystander can hear, “Shut up already, fine. I’ll help you…And send the 8k to my bank. You know which one. I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly hang up and shut your laptop close. You exhale a breath of relief, knowing you’d be able to pay off your expenses for a good few extra months and maybe get a nice dinner out of this too, hoping this doesn’t become a habit. You throw your things into your bag and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, grabbing the attention of Vernon, the barista, hurrying from behind the counter.

“Wait!” He stops you before you can leave, fiddling with something in his fingers.

“Yes?” You answer curiously.

An awkward smile cracks on his face, and you notice how he’s even more pretty up close when he can meet your eyes. “Did you happen to read what’s on the cup?”

You were confused by his question. “You mean my order?”

“Oh, no. Um. I left my number.” He confesses.

“Oh. I'm sorry, I actually didn’t see that.”

“It’s okay! Um, here actually.” He hands you the cafe's business card with a few holes already punched out and a hastily written number on the side, “Buy 5 more drinks and get two for free. One for you and one for me when you call the number on it.”

Okay, that was admittedly cute.

You bashfully laugh, accepting the card, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

You see him wave you bye when you leave and watch you walk out of sight so he can finally head back to his station. You look a little closer at the business card, endeared by the little cat drawing he drew next to his number, before stuffing it into the depths of your tote bag. “I hope that guy gets the meet-cute person he’s looking for. Sadly, it won’t be with me.”

The road to Mingyu’s place was strenuous as ever and you stand amongst architecturally beautiful steps leading you to his staff greeting you as you walk past them, smiling pristinely as they always have. It was haunting, almost. You’ve come by enough to familiarize yourself with the trail to his bedroom, finding him surprising you with an array of formal dresses he already had ready for you. Always like him to want to play dress up when he calls you out for these kinds of favors. You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing one arm over the other.

“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d say yes.”

He struts over you in unadulterated confidence, peering at you with raised brows and an amused smile. “Of course, I did. You’ve always said yes to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow him by the hand to join him by the clothing racks, seeing him already sorting through the variety. “Yeah, well, you always somehow know I’m in desperate need of money. Lucky you.”

He turns to you, a condescending pout on his lip, “Don’t worry about a thing. Daddy’s got you.”

“You call yourself that one more time, I’ll make sure you won't get to be a father any time soon.”

You met Mingyu through Jeonghan, and it didn’t take long to realize you and he was on complete opposite sides of the class spectrum. He came from polo practices and ate from the finest silverware, while you got by day by day, living off your resources (here came Mingyu). Jeonghan knew a lot of different kinds of people and you wonder how he could ever keep up. Especially this Mingyu.

This guy reeked of charm and money. He was chiseled like a young god and living up to his status and name, he got almost anything he wanted. He could have people falling at his feet if he tried, which you were sure some already had. You were almost convinced once. Almost. In fact, you’re the real exception. You saw through that obnoxiously perfect ruse. You saw an overly confident man that needed someone to humble him, so you became his friend. Maybe his only friend that tolerates more than what his money offers.

“One ass squeeze.”

“No.”

The tall man nudges your side, walking arm in arm, “It’ll make it more believable.”

You nudge him back twice as hard, hard enough to bruise, “2 kisses, and you can put your arm on my shoulders at any point of the night. I find that more than reasonable.”

He gave you a deadpan look before drawing his lips to your ear. “All that and one kiss with tongue.”

“Over your dead body.” You respond, gritting your teeth.

He snickers, tightening his grip. “Didn’t know you were into that—Hey gang!” He did not just—“This is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?”

You display a firm grin, playing along his sick facade, “Gyu, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Eight thousand dollars. Tonight you cost eight thousand dollars, so you were going to act that way. You sway in the finest silk and stood by Mingu every hour of that night, painfully grinning from ear to ear, playing up the role of his girlfriendly flawlessly just enough to get the stink eye from the bride herself. You pretended to feed each other, and called each other disgusting pet names, all while trying not to visibly cringe from the over-the-top cosplay.

“It’s only been a short while but, we just get each other. Like I’ve known her for thousands of lifetimes. We’re just perfect together, aren’t we, Pookie?”

“Mmh, hmm.”

He kisses your cheek chastely, hand gorilla gripping your hip, and you knock him back to his senses with your side, catching him before he falls. “You make me so happy, doll face.”

‘Kill me’, you thought to yourself.

Somewhere in the midst past the wedding food you could never buy yourself or the name-brand wedding favors that you may have swiped more than one of, a man in an earpiece can’t seem to take his eyes off you like he isn’t even trying. You take a peek at the man unable to tear his eyes away and recognized him instantly, even in a foreign get-up.

His hair was styled better than it was the last you saw him and sporting a suit that fits not only him delectably but the theme to a tee. Once again, you can’t seem to escape the grasp of ‘to be determined last name’ Soonyoung. He meets your eyes, looking as if he’s wanting to undress and devour you in your very seat, and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. You cross one leg over the other, clenching your warmth, and greet him politely with your eyes from your designated spot until he’s walking over and joining you.

He stands before you tall and daunting, unlike the warm smile on his face, “Y/n? I thought that was you.”

His presence urges you out of your seat in a flash, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress, “Soonyoung. I’m just as surprised as you are. Didn’t think you’d be planning this wedding too.”

“Well, the Chois wanted the best,” he chuckles with pride, “You look…incredible by the way.”

You could feel your body flush at the single compliment, or maybe it’s the eyes that can’t help but draw you in so effortlessly.

“She should, she’s with me tonight, ” Mingyu stands from his seat with his hand out, staring down at him, “Kim Mingyu. And I have it, you're Kwon Soonyoung? Quite the event you helped plan.”

Soonyoung shrugs, making himself to come off as humble, but fails while doing so. He glances your date's open hand and soon takes it in his, sharing a firm handshake. “All ideas of the bride and groom, I assure. I’m just doing the heavy lifting, Nice to meet you, Mingyu.”

Their eyes locked in with each other, having some sort of emasculating stare-down, pointlessly battling for dominance, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You ended it quickly by making your presence known, tugging Mingyu’s arm to keep up the ruse and serving Soonyoung an innocent smile. “It was nice seeing you, Soonyoung.”

He lets Mingyu go, sticking the hand in his pocket and reciprocating your kind approach. “You too, Y/n. Hope the next time is sooner than I hope and with less of a crowd.”

Soonyoung takes his leave, tending to his duties as the wedding planner, leaving you and Mingyu alone with more than enough questions from your curious date.

“What the fuck was that,” Mingyu pesters with an excited gasp.

“Shut up, nothing.”

MIngyu was doubtful. “He was literally eye fucking you when I’m right here. Pookie, you sex fiend.”

“Shut the hell up” you harshly whisper, “We had one night, I’d hardly call that fiendish behavior.”

“After all this, I want deets. When, where, and how long and thick?”

You pinch the flesh of his thigh, seeing him wince the tighter you squeeze, “I am not painting you a full picture, you pervert.”

Mingyu made a point to bother you about it every time eyes weren’t on you, poking fun about ‘how much fun you must’ve had,’ or asking how ‘long he lasted,’ earning a kick under the table every time. Otherwise, you acted like the perfect little girlfriend , sticking to Mingyu’s side like a fly in a sticky trap, drawing attention from more than the jealous bride.

Soonyoung kept a steady eye on your every move, noticing what you ate, didn’t eat, laughed for how long, or how close you pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder. You were his for a night and some change but could not stand the way you touched the guy. Your body and face exuded class that this guy could never compare. He could have you writhing under his tongue, crying under his lips, screaming at the occupancy of his cock, but you couldn’t. You were here with ‘what’s his face’ instead of cumming to the sound of his voice. He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t going to.

In the company of others, you tried ignoring the fact that Soonyoung was mere meters away, testing your patience, but he had already plagued your thoughts. You knew better than to stray from your mission tonight, eight thousand dollars were on the line. To the best of your ability, you placed your attention on Mingyu. That was until an unknown caller pops up on your phone screen while it vibrated. By pure instinct, you look up to find the very man you were trying to avoid from across the room, gesturing you to pick it up while his own was held up to his ear.

You smile sheepishly at Mingyu’s friends, excusing yourself from the table and taking the call privately as you walk away. Mingyu questions you for a moment but lets you see how much in a hurry you were, and smiles to himself. Once you were alone, you eyes shift form the floor to Soonyoung, proceeding the conversation like a paper cup telephone. “How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Jeonghan.”

“And he just gave it to you?” You ask, arching a brow in interest.

“He said no.” You snort at that. “So I looked through his Instagram, searched for your name, and voila, found your profile. Not safe for you to have your contact on public, may I say.”

You let out an amused hum, watching him walk your same pace in a pathless direction. “Wow, stalker much?”

“I figured since you came to my place unannounced, pretending to not know who I am, I’d consider us even,” he voices, laughing.

“Okay, okay. So why’d you call if you’re standing like 20 feet away from me?”

You stand parallel away from each other smiling, hearing his soft chuckles under his breath.

“Just wanted to say…you look really, really good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, “You already said that.”

“Thought it might come off more sincere if I told you more personally.”

You bite your lip, playing with the pocket of your dress with your free hand. “Well, thank you.”

“I’d really like to take…a closer look…maybe relive that night we first met…” he draws out that final statement suggestively, a familiar glint in his eye that you remember having you on your knees for him in an empty stairwell.

“Do you?” You can’t help but entertain.

“I bet I could make you cum harder now than I did that night.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull from that, cupping your phone speaker and look around to make sure no one else had heard that. You stare back at him in shock, and quite frankly, arousal, “Soonyoung, oh my god. You have a girlfriend.”

His eyes look off into the distance for a moment before training back on you. “We…ended things. Probably for good.”

The relief enters your body so quickly you forget to breathe and you clutch your phone to your ear, staring back at him more intently. “...So you’re just, what, booty calling me? In the middle of work?”

“Would that be so wrong? Your date isn’t exactly…entertaining you. Let me entertain you. That is in my job description.”

“I doubt means fucking your guests,” you playfully argue, “Even if I said yes, where would we even do that?”

He arches a brow, confidence splays on his face, “You think a wedding planner wouldn’t have rented a room in the wedding’s hotel for emergencies?”

You step behind a pillar, finally finding a comfortable level of privacy, “You want me that bad you’ll leave your post just to have sex?”

He laughs behind an identical pillar. You both stand away from the rambunctious guests, focus each other like you were the only two left in the room. He speaks directly into the mic of his phone, and you can hear the sincerity in the way he speaks. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I laid my eyes on you tonight. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

You sigh, scanning his body from where you stood, licking your lips at how the suit hugs his body perfectly, and despite being drastically the club outfit he once had on, this suit also did wonders to his figure. Soonyoung had an effect on you, no one you were willing to admit, but the word ‘no’ would just not roll off the tongue like it should’ve. “...I can’t do that now, can I?”

It didn’t take long for you to follow him to the empty room he mentioned, nor did he take long to push you up against a wall and crash his lips into yours in a feverish kiss. His hands roam the shape of you, slamming back at your hips belligerently back against the wall. He creeps through the convenient slip of your dress to immediately claim your sopping cunt underneath your drenched panties. You moan at that, feeling his digits draw a full layer of arousal to meet his knuckles and his deep snickers coat your ears. “You’re so fucking wet. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me too.”

His cock was hard against your thigh, fingers hooked up to meet your entrance. Lips against yours, he helps himself to slick through your moisture and eventually finds himself at home inside. Your stomach tenses up in reaction to the sensation as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back to your skull, while your nails dig into his quality dress shirt.

You nod at him with a hazy gaze, choking up at the drought withstanding in your throat, “I have, especially in that suit, made me want to rip it right off of you.”

He smiles at you expectantly, pressing his cheek to yours intimately. A sweet smile creeps on his face in contrast to the words that escape his lips. “Oh, can't even contain yourself the few minutes I’m around. Dirty slut.”

A thumb pressed to your clit, and you shift your legs, pressing your lips together to muffle your moans, “Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth or buried in my pussy…”

“You should see how much you look like you need me. How fucking desperate you’re sounding. What is it? He can’t make you cum, can he? Can’t make you scream his name like I do?”

He’s thrusting his fingers, the speed gradually picking up, and your fist slams against the wall behind you to his rhythm, your voice rich in lust music to his ears. “Mingyu can’t fuck you like I can…we both know it…so say it. Say how bad you want me.”

You gasp for breath, clenching your core, drowning in a state of euphoria that you haven’t felt since the night you hooked up with Soonyoung last. His brass language differs from his normally kind nature had you enthralled in a way you hadn’t before and it scared you. You knew thoughts of Soonyoung will only ever plague your mind from that moment on and despite knowing it, you can’t imagine telling him otherwise. Instead of denying such a feeling, you let your entrancement speak for you.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want to ruin me, I want you to fuck me, no one can fuck me like you or your dick does...”

He can’t help but match your manic grin, pressing a hungry kiss against you, letting go with your bottom lip caught in his teeth. His fingers pull away from your heat, settingly against your tongue before your lips wrap around it, tasting the nectar you bare. “You’re just the perfect little cock holder, aren’t you? Bed, face down, now.”

He pushes against the mattress, bitting the metal of the dress's zipper before pulling down and revealing your backside. He takes the same path up with his tongue, a long stripe licked up your spine before his lips land on your ear. His hands pick up your dress straps and pull them off your shoulders, slipping you out of your dress before kicking it aside. Your legs hang off the mattress like a limp rag doll and Soonyoung makes sure your ass presses against his crotch, boner poking through his slacks.

His hips rub into you assertively, hands kneading your breasts, tweaking your nipples, while his belt’s cold metal digs into your skin. You whine at that, pushing your back into him, feeling his hot chuckles make the hairs on your neck stand.

“Don’t make me have to handle you. I don’t fuck with brats, remember?”

He’s rough pulling down your panties, instinctively finding the oozing entrance made his fingers fit like a puzzle. The Palm of his hand slaps against your bare cheeks as he rams his fingers, just as intoxicatingly so moments ago. You bite down your moans in the duvet, perking your ass higher, and before you have time to process it, he buries his face in your divide. His tongue divulges between your cheeks and softly giggles in your warmth, fingers playing with your wet folds and clit that just makes your toes curl.

“Soonyoung!” You helplessly yelp and your weak form sinks into the sheets in a hot sweat, recognizing a development that you had yet realize until now.

His hand claps against your cheeks, muscle lost in your taste, stranded and victim to cum threatening to seep out your body. You writhe beneath, only encouraging him more, as your voice aches in torment and your thighs pressed against his face in utter submission. Tears swell up in your eyes the faster he thrusts, the deep he thrust, defiling you completely. That was when Soonyoung learn how much louder you could be when you submit to him completely. It was like he had you screaming bloody murder. That made him swell up in pride.

“Fuck…me, Soonyoung…” You hold a hand to your abdomen, throwing your voice ou to bounce off the ways, jerking your posterior back onto Soonyoung’s mouth and covering his tongue, the taste in his mouth shifting in a millisecond, but not any less scrumptious.

He licks up the last bit, sucking the remaining off his fingers, and flips you on your back. He towers over you, perspiration built up on his forehead, neck, and even leaking through his shirt. Not an ounce of remorse on his face, he takes his used fingers to pry your mouth open, dropping a long translucent trail of salvia and cum on the center of your tongue. He reconnects with your lips, feeling the vicious liquid stain his cheeks, and flavoring you mouth before he whispers, “swallow,” against your lips. You listen and do as you’re told, earning his praise immediately after.

“Good girl,” he compliments, kissing you more, this time tenderly and forgiving, only to pull away to pick up his jacket off the ground, fixing himself in the mirror.

You blink at him in confusion, still exhausted and drained, you start to sit up from the bed, watching him toss the outerwear back on his body, “W-what are you doing? Your clothes are still on.”

Soonyoung scoffs all smug, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection, “You can't honestly believe me I’d get myself hot and sweaty in the middle of my work.”

“But—“

“But nothing,” he retorts, “I’m going back to the wedding, finishing my job, and you are going back to your date.”

You lay in disbelief, glaring at the man that dragged you into the first place, “You aren’t seriously leaving me here. You didn’t even—you brought me here, finish what you started.”

“I will…after work.” He picks up your abandoned dress on the ground to you, shielding your naked body. “Clean up, regroup with Mingyu, and hands to yourself. It'll be midnight before you know it.”

“Midnight?” You agitatedly repeat.

“You’ll wait, you’re a good girl, I know you can. You have my number and my address. See you soon.”

Now Soonyoung was the one to leave you baffled, naked, and questioning your life choices. Was this how he felt when you left him that morning after?

There wasn’t much to do now but move back on with the plan. You fixed yourself in the bathroom of the rented room and tried containing yourself despite your previous events. Mingyu had been blowing your phone the moment you were out of his sight and had quickly dragged you to his side the moment you reunited.

“Where the hell have you been?” he said in a panic, figuring you probably had your fun, but soon realize that meant his reputation was in jeopardy.

“Time got away from me, sorry.”

“Well, snap out of it. We have a show to put on.”

By the time you got back, you were visibly distracted, not on your ‘A game’ for the appearances you were trying to keep up. Mingyu made sure to up the ante to not raise suspicion, quietly reminding you whose attention you were supposed to be on tonight. Gradually, you realigned yourself to the situation, your acting skills improving as time passed, but not without the Soonyong burning a hole into your ploy you had with your fake boyfriend. The very thought gnawed at your brain knowing he was watching, it even settled in your mind that he was no doubt jealous. That had planted a dirty thought in your head, one that you could never come back from depending on the outcome.

Your body moves faster than your head when you claim Mingyu’s face in your hands. In a swift cinematic move, you pull his face against yours and meet his lips, languidly moving them for show. You feel his eyes flutter shut as he reciprocates, now following after as your lips part ways to clash with his tongue in an obvious fashion, and you explore his mouth to taste tonight’s dinner and sparkling champagne. You take your time to savor the moment before pulling away from your date, eyes center on the man directly behind Mingyu an ocean away, clenching a notepad sheet in his fist.

Mingyu can’t help but flush in pleasant surprise, softly holding your wrists to gently set your hands against your lap, “What was that for?”

It was your turn to look smug and you meet Soonyoung’s eyes in a knowing smile before answering. “Just something that will get me in trouble later.”

#svthub #hoshi smut #jeonghan smut #seventeen smut #soonyoung smut #kwon soonyoung smut #yoon jeonghan smut #kwon soonyoung #yoon jeonghan #hoshi #soonyoung #jeonghan #seventeen fanfics #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen hoshi #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n

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Something about a Yandere Noah…

Maybe I just like yanderes in general. Walmart Beelzebub is more liked by me than the real one in ror-

Love at first sight-?

Rr Noah’s gonna be used as a small writing subject-

I’m obsessed with Noah FUCK-

This reader is gonna know their worth-

Alright… YANDERE WALMART BEELZEBUB X GN READER

• You’re the leader of your own organization. Confident, and clearly knowing when to respect people or put them down. Now, you’ve heard of Mother Goose. You just never had enough care to look into them, seeing as how you had work of your own. However, when one of your members had reported of a man in all black, as well as his group entering, you had known fully well he had meant business.

• The man had introduced himself as the leader of Mother Goose, and nothing more. You had done the very same of your own group, remaining silent or just listening most of the time. You had caught on to the things that he had wanted to do just by the way he had talked.

• But what you hadn’t caught onto was how… seemingly confused the man seemed. Your staring had made his face slightly heat up, especially when he had first saw you. You had radiated off that certain aura of confidence. You knew your worth. And it wasn’t suffocating like anyone else within the dark organizations. Rather that you knew what to do, and when to do it.

- “So… you’re going to get rid of our group.”

• You stood up, looking down at the man with a slight glower. To him, it was rather normal for people to get irritated at the knowledge of their own group possibly being murdered. However, you had proposed another solution, seeing as how you couldn’t have any of your group members dying yet. To him, it seemed as if you really did care for the people you had.

• And of course, that was true. You had thought of those in your group as your own children. Whether they’re as old as you, or even older, they’re ones you’re caring for. As a leader of your own group, it could be your responsibility to deal with certain things. And this was included. To you, killing everyone within your group was unacceptable.

• You didn’t care if that man wanted to cause chaos or destroy order. As long as it never included you or your group, you didn’t care. But if he had dared to target your group, it would mean an all out war against his group. Of course, you knew how tough these people were by the time you saw them. However, who said you didn’t have tough people of your own?

• Huh… That stare… That man couldn’t help but smile softly. How interesting.

• You went back to your regular exterior after, regularly conversing as if you didn’t warn the man or his group just a minute or two ago. The conversation didn’t last very long after, since the man had decided that he needed to leave.

• His group seemed slightly concerned for why they didn’t get to action when you and Noah had left the private room. He only shook his head, smiling softly. The group had then left, leaving you and your group in a safe spot. For now, that is. Perhaps he’ll come back again and have to enforce things.

• Though, even as he had went to a smaller organization, his mind was clouded. Clouded by you. He seemed confused about it, but had to try to push it aside upon realizing that the other leader had already started a fight. And so, the action started, leaving bloodshed in the room as a result.

• The man got questioned for how he was acting right after by one of his members. Wake. And… he couldn’t exactly answer. He didn’t know either. But, he did know he was somewhat entranced.

• This was a first for the others that had accompanied him. Their leader, who had been focused, but carefree about things, had now been kept in thought about one person that had thrown warnings towards him. … Not as if that hadn’t happened already, but what was so different about you?

• Even he never knew. But by the time he had gotten back to base, he was once again in thought. He of course tried to snap himself out of it. But, it never did work. He was stuck to thinking of you.

• Eventually, his thoughts drifted from the reasons of why he had spared your group, to you in general.

- Was it how protective you were over your group? Or rather, your children?

- Was it how confident you were in your abilities?

- What was it?

• He couldn’t focus at all after that. It was beginning to make his heart slightly speed up at the thought of what had him entranced by you. He wanted to know what you did to him. You never did lift a finger to do anything remotely hostile other than stand up and glower at him. But there never was anything else. So confusing, you are.

• He couldn’t snap out of it until one of his members had practically called his name out loud enough for the entire room to hear. Oh, right. Everyone was ready to be dismissed by now, done with their conversations. He dismissed them with a small nod before going back to thought. Certain people had caught onto this.

- Wake and Alfred.

• Even if they had shrugged it off after a while of thinking, they were still cautious about it. Their leader was changing. Noah was getting clouded by a single person. Whether it was good or not wasn’t a needed thought, since his obvious distraction could lead to ambushes or attacks in general. They needed to find out, whether that be without permission or not.

• Ensure the stalking.

• They found nothing other than you being a literal boss. Not tolerating anyone’s bullshit, or having to deal with the things your group members do.

- Makes the two think about what Bogey and Mika do on a daily basis to create problems for Noah. It’s an amusing thought, especially since Bogey or Crawl might actually be the ones that start trouble, unintentionally or not. Mika included. She probably gets dragged into it most of the time.

• But what goes on with you and your group members are things Wake and Alfred have no real care for. Oh. You… You already noticed them. Your side eye was atrocious. One second, you were patching up one of the younger members of the group before you immediately side eyed Wake.

• Well… no use in hiding it now.

• So, while he talks to you, with Alfred standing behind him in silence, you seem nothing short of surprised when you hear that you probably drugged Noah or something. Oh, it’s happened before with certain people, and you aren’t surprised when he’s the type to fall for people that have certain care for those they’re in charge of. Or, perhaps falling for those that can know just how much they’re worth.

• Anyhow, you explain whatever happened in the private room, telling them of how you never did anything. That whatever problem Noah was going through was his own.

• No lies were caught in your words before you had walked back to your own group, now leading them away without a problem. Well… maybe it really was Noah’s problem if he had fell for someone like you.

• Well, with him, he might just be getting worse already. With how much he’s thinking of you, it may be better to just see you, yes?

• By the time he does, you’re fully knowledgeable of his feelings towards you. Only one move is enough for him to have his complete attention on you. He honestly doesn’t know what you’re doing to him. It’s both irritating, but he feels as if he’s craving it.

• This time, he just wants to talk in comfort instead of having the warning of getting in an all out war with you. Well, you seem perfectly fine with it.

• He took you to a Shakespeare play lmfao. It wasn’t something you minded. In fact, it may have been entertaining in its own way. However, Noah himself seemed to enjoy it quite a lot, even tearing up from his laughter. Hm. He genuinely enjoys Shakespeare.

• The man is always able to remember which parts go to where with each scene and paragraph.

• After the play, Noah sat you down by a bench, offering you some hard candy. You did take one, and seemed to enjoy it. You had then questioned his liking to Shakespeare. Apparently he read and went to a lot of his plays just to feel better. He’s glad that you didn’t grow too bored of it.

• Next, he wanted you to come with him. You followed him onto a bridge, now being allowed to see a beautiful sight. You two had stayed on that bridge, sitting around in slight silence, or talking about small topics as the sun slowly went down.

• Eventually, the time had come where you had to leave and tend to your own group. Though, before you had gotten up, Noah had called your name, asking if you would like to do something like this again. You seemed to think for a moment. However, you smiled softly, nodding after a minute.

- “Sure thing.”

• That is an absolute win in Noah’s book. So while you leave, he’s left to softly shake from excitement. The heat on his face is unbelievable.

• What shall he do next? Would you like to see more beautiful sights? More plays? Noah may have his eyes peeled for more. But what would you like to do?

• Noah shudders from excitement again before he makes his way back to his own place. The rest from Mother Goose already know how far he’s lost, and probably can’t snap him out of thought this time.

• Day by day, he is getting worse. May or may not disappear for certain periods of time. Some see him with you. Some see him around you, not in your view either.

• Within these times, you and Noah are getting closer, for now, as friends. You’re definitely noticing how bad he’s getting as well, and suggest for him to take care of his own group. Noah seems to stop for a small while.

• His group… Mother Goose… Right… He needs to stop.

• Noah quickly leaves and goes back to base, no matter how much the tug wants him to come back to you. And now, he gets to the work that he has to finish up.

• The rest seemed to be relieved at how he’s tried to change back to normal. They’re now back to messing up order, but… now avoid your group like the plague. Noah always goes silent when it comes to getting rid of you, and avoids the topic.

• Others would suggest it, seeing as how it puts Noah into a different state than his usual, but others see that removing you would be a large problem. By now, you’re already festered within Noah’s mind. It’s taking all he can to not go to you within the moment. So to have you gone in a sense like death would mean that Noah might shut down.

• In the end, they just decide to narrow things down, and remove the lower groups. And the more they go, the more they realize that Noah wasn’t the same at all. He’s still plagued by thoughts of you, but he’s trying to do work. It feels as if it’s killing him just to do more of this.

• With hesitation, Wake just says to go see you. Noah doesn’t need anything else, and leaves without a word.

• The members soon found out that as long as he sees you and knows you’re safe before a certain amount of tasks, he’ll be fine. So, that’s what they have to go with.

• Some decided to stalk him to see if it really was good enough to let him do this. He truly did look happy with you.

- But that’s where his darker traits are coming in. From time to time, some do see someone messing with you. Naturally, you don’t take that bullshit, taking control of the situation rather easily within the snap of a finger. However, Noah doesn’t let that go.

• After you two are done with your small hang out, that person that picked on you is gone. Noah is gone as well. But with what his group members see, Noah takes it upon himself to put the person down through brutal means.

• Even if that means speaking to the person mid torture session, and smiling at them with some blood on his face. By the time this man is done, he’s ready to do more assignments in destroying order. So, he calls the others out, and follows them along.

• Even they start questioning if what they’re allowing him to do is right. If leaving you alive is the right suggestion. Even so, how would they get Noah to normal? Through time? Or force? No. He’d lose his place as a leader, and wouldn’t get better. If they would want him to get better, the right move would be to join forces. No matter how much they wouldn’t like the others in your group.

• They make the suggestion to Noah, seeing him look back at them. He seems to think back on it for a few moments.

- Truly, it may just create more problems if your group members decide to come over for something. But would he really tolerate that for you? Maybe? Maybe not? Honestly, he really only likes you, and has no care for anything else aside from his own group. So, perhaps not. Only if you request it.

• Noah declines, and keeps moving on. Even if he did want to connect groups on the chance that all of them may get along with each other, the problems that would occur might just make things worse for him and you, causing you two to break off. He doesn’t need that.

• So, he decides to stay silent about things.

• Now, you don’t mind Noah coming over. Not at all, whether for business or for fun. (Which is usually the latter.) However, seeing him on the certain day of where he had killed someone’s in private just to make sure they didn’t mess with you, he seemed to make a slight change from there.

• If anyone dared to mess with you, they would get the simple dark stare from Noah that would seal their fate right then and there. You, already catching onto this, had stopped him before he could leave, telling him not to do anything to the guy that had bothered you two. However, Noah had replied with something that had you slightly weirded out.

- “Why let him go when he messed with the one I consider as the one I love?”

• The smile he had given you had slightly widened as he loosened your grip on his arm, and now gripped your own hand with his.

- “You don’t need to take care of them. I can. Simply telling them off won’t do any good, so I want to solidify something. A message that can have any man that tried to approach you a good piece of knowledge. No matter how brutal I will have to get, I will make sure it stays in their heads, as clear as day. I won’t be tolerating anyone that tries to touch or do anything to you.”

• He had then let go of your hand, now making his way off. Well, that was clearly a red sign-

• Well, the next day, Noah didn’t show, allowing for you to stay in peace for a small while. It’s not exactly often that you get silence, since Noah is always with you.

• Well, he still is. Maybe just a bit far away.

• Yeah. He’s still here- He calls it “making sure you’re safe”. Well, not like you know yet. But from how he was acting, it’s to be expected.

• By now, the feeling is burning him alive. He does know he loves you, and just can’t let go. He aches for the feeling of knowing you love him too. You know he kills people since the both of you are dark organization leaders. So… why did you want to protect the men that tried to go after you?

• Well, if keeping you safe was what he needed to do, he’d do it by any means necessary.

• You’ll catch him soon enough. He knows it, and he’ll accept it as the point of where he won't let you go. Whether it means hiding it for a small while or not. Not that it matters, since he has you in his grasp anyways.

#case files Noah x reader #Noah Jack The Ripper Case Files

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Daycare Pick Up/ Drop Off🤍

Bnha Boys x Gender Neutral Reader

These are scenarios of dropping off or picking up their/your kids(with a little extra stuff lol) I wanted to have each story kinda connect. So I did have Denki’s daughter and Sero’s son show signs of having a crush on each other. I was actually based it off a incident with my little cousin and her friend. Super cute honostly but if you don’t like it just skip them.

Kinda different set up from my others. Just kinda how it happened. Lol.

As always spelling is Bleh and please leave request!🤍 or any recommendations!

If you would like to pick another possible head on on OR SUMMIT YOUR OWN IDEA🤍

Other Parent head cannon

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

It’s sight to see pro hero Ground Zero walk into daycare, a large grin on his face. It’s even crazier to see him speak softly to the lady at the front, worried about waking up the younger kids at the daycare who were taking naps.

You usually drop off and pick up your daughter due to Katsukis's patrol schedule. But today you were at the doctor's with his/your infant son. Only a check up tho.

The sound of little feet, covered in red shoes with RR on them, running to him at full speed caught his attention. Her sweatshirt, black with a large orange X, makes it clear to all who her two favorite heroes are.

“Daddy!”

“Come Here ya little monsters!”

The other parents watch in aw as the scariest pro hero kneels down with arms wide open, a soft and large smile written on his face. The workers just smile, use to the lovely scene whenever he comes to pick up your/his daughter up.

He’d pick her up, spinning her around and holding her on one arm.

“Daddy look!”

A beaded bracelet, orange,green, and black beads forming a pattern, was shoved into his face.

With soft movements, his scared fingers pushed down the bright bracket before it hits his eyes.

“I made it for you!”

Awed stares watch the pro hero leave with his daughter.

Next interview, he sat next to Kirishima. Both men were wearing casual clothes.

Both men were wearing brackets their daughters had made them

Bakugou has his new bracelets on. Little washed-away scribbles of cat faces and makeshift drawn on Grenades are still present on his arms and hand. His son and daughter had tried to continue drawing his sleeve (large tattoothat covers a arm) in after dinner.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

It’s an adorable sight to see pro hero Red Riot, with two small backpacks slung over his shoulder. One of Hello Kitty and the other of a puppy dog. Both with countless pins of heroes on them.

In each hand he holds one his(you and his) daughters hand. Both skipping and pulling him along.

It’s nothing uncommon- unlike Bakugou he has a better patrol schedule for dropping off and picking up. For at least right now.

“Now what are we gonna do?”

“Have fun”

“Well yeah- but also”

“Not pull each other’s hair.”

“Yeah that too-“

“Oh! Not draw on ourselves this time”

“Right! Markers are for?”

“Paper!”

“It’s not manly to waste marker- wait what are markers made of?”

“What’s paper made from?!”

Kiri laughs

Next interview, he’s sitting next to Kat. Both men were wearing casual clothes.

The next question was about Kirishima's newest tattoo. A messy looking shark tattooed on his arm.

“Oh! Yeah, this one is a shark my daughters drew! One did the shark and the other did the bow and all the little sparkle effects. I got it on my arm so I can always see it when I’m gone for a long time.”

There’s a sad smile for a moment. With Kirishima's bubbly and friendly attitude, he’s constantly traveling around Japan to help recruit and raise support for Hero. He likes it, and gets to meet the manliest people ever! But he misses you and the kids constantly. So he got a tattoo!

⚡️Denki⚡️

⚡️“Sparky(a nickname) I know you-“

“No! I wanna go with you!”

⚡️“Sparks look there’s (enter Soros son's name)” They, Sparks and Sero’s son, were only a year apart but hung onto each other like glue. It was adorable.

“Huh?” Bright yellow hair bobbed in that direction. Her eyes, the color of yours, stared at the boy ahead.

⚡️“Yeah, I'm sure he wants to play tag.”

“Really?” she questioned, looking back at Denki. A small fist going up to wipe away her old tears..

⚡️“Of course! Who wouldn't want to play tag with you?” Denki chimed, his hands going up to fix the space buns there.

“Bonita(pretty!) Come on!”

Her head snapped over in the direction of the voice. Sero’s son.

Little hands left Denki’s

Denki laughed as he watched his daughter launch from his grip. Running to Sero’s son. Her Pickachu backpack bobbed with her movements.

▪️🔸Sero🔸▪️

🔸“Hijo (son), you seem fond of Sparks (Denki's daughter's nickname.)

“N-no!”

“Oooo hermanito(little brother) likes a girl!” his daughter chimed.”

Intricate braids were always in her hair. Most couldn't believe Sero did them. Yet Sero was very skilled at hair. Braiding crowns, French braids, Dutch braids, and many more into his daughter's hair.

🔸“Hey hey- last time I checked you liked-”

“Bye papá(dad)” his daughter sprinted to the doors of the school. Sero knelt, his hand resting on his younger son's shoulder.

🔸“It's okay to like someone. Just remember to be mindful of their feelings too. Okay?”

“Okay papá(dad).” with one final hug and a goodbye his son was off.

Sero watched his son sprint off. Soon running to Spark and Denki.

“Bonita(pretty!) Come on!”

The sight of Denki's once crying daughter sprinting to his son brought a smile to his face. Their small hands linked before they walked to the school.

They had grown up together, having been born(you could have adopted either way- they just have similar ages) around the same time. Constantly playing and growing up together.

🔸“They are adorable.”

⚡️“They sure are.”

🔸“Race you to the commission?”

⚡️“What! No! You cheated last time-”

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 2 PART 18

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Mateo was successfully purified, and the following day...

Sion, who had been unconscious since the incident, finally awoke. I, along with the members of the Magia Seminar, were visiting him.

SION : ...What have I done…?

KAI : Stop muttering and get some rest. You're still healing.

SION : Rest is unnecessary... I'm fine, I’ve more than healed enough…

KAI : I'll be the judge of that. You're still weak, so stay put.

ANGE : Nya〜n♪

KAI : See? Even Ange agrees.

SION : Well, I'm sorry, Ange, but I have something I need to ask Est…

EST : What is it, Sion?

SION : What I've done is unforgivable. What kind of punishment will be imposed on me? I fear they’ll be revoking my Meister qualification, but everything that happened here is the result of my own weakness. I'm prepared to accept whatever punishment comes my way.

EMMA : Sion...

EST : As a matter of fact, I've already informed the Federation about it. But since it involves the Black Fairies, I believe that, with His Majesty's support, we can protect your Meister qualification.

SION : But I used forbidden magic...

EST : Yes, because you were possessed by the Black Fairy.

SION : What!? No, I...

EST : Disqualifying a budding talent like yours would be a significant loss to mages everywhere, not to mention the magical world itself. As a teacher and a Meister of sorcery, this is my judgment.

EST : Let me handle the rest.

SION : Est...

EST : Of course, there's one thing I want you to promise.

EST : In the future, do refrain from using forbidden magic. It only brings misfortune to people.

SION : ...

EST : Can you promise me that much?

SION : I promise… Est…

SION : I'm sorry… Sensei… I apologize...

KAI & GUI : Did Sion just call him "sensei"!?

SION : Isn’t it you guys always telling me to call him that?

EST : Haha, oh, I’ll never get used to that…

EMMA : (He’s not used to it, huh? But Est-san is their teacher...)

EST : It's okay. Let's not rush into anything; let's just continue as we were before.

KAI : No way, Sensei. If you start spoiling him now, he'll be an even bigger pain for me to deal with...

SION : Understood, Est.

KAI : Hey! You little sh--!!

EST : Sion, I'm the one who should apologize. I never understood how you felt. I know you desire recognition more than anyone else. That's why I don't want you to rush anything right now. Your power will surely blossom someday. Take your time and nurture it carefully with your friends here at this academy.

SION : Yes, sir.

KAI : Sion, once you're better, let's get back to work on that joint assignment.

GUI : There are so many things I don't understand without Sion’s help...

SION : Heh…

SION : You guys can’t go a day without me, huh?

EST : Hm… It would seem I've come out of this incident with a little more courage, thanks to my students.

EMMA : Courage?

EST : Yes. I was worried about my being a teacher and whether I was doing it properly, but...

EST : Everyone seems to be growing.

EST : I'm looking forward to their future even more now.

A smile stretched across Est-san’s cheeks as he gazed upon his students in genuine happiness, but also with a hint of melancholic sadness... I couldn't help but gaze at his expression…

EST : By the way... Emma-kun.

EST : I wanted to talk about that fairy who has been watching us through the gap in the door...

MATEO : ...Uh...a...nu...

EMMA : Oh...

Mateo, who had been purified and placed inside the key, was already making a habit of coming out like this. He seemed concerned about Sion…

EMMA : Sion, may I ask a favor?

SION : Of course. After I put you through so much trouble…

EMMA : No, it's not about me at all. It's about the fairy...

SION : The fairy? Wait, you!?

MATEO : Uh...th...s...i...o...n...

EMMA : Look, Mateo, you want to say something to Sion, right?

MATEO : ...Sion...th...s...

SION : I've suffered quite a lot, you know…

MATEO : S...so...rr...y...

SION : But it's because of my weakness, not yours. Besides, you were also being controlled by that man in the hat.

SION : All that anger, the hatred... I could feel your emotions mingling with mine.

SION : So I don't place any of the blame on you. I'm just glad that your frenzy has subsided.

MATEO : Uh...Sion... Th...ank...y...ou...

SION : Hmph.

EMMA : (Anger and hatred, huh? I wonder how Mateo became a Black Fairy…?)

I gently held the key I was wearing around my neck.

EMMA : (Navi’s still asleep… so it would seem...)

I recalled the words Navi said to me right before returning to the key....

NAVI : Hey, Master. I'm a bit tired, so I'm going to rest for a while, but when I wake up, there's something I want to talk to you about.

NAVI : It’s my past… I think I remembered something about my past…

#Yumekuro #YMKR #Yumekuro Translations #Yumekuro Chapter 2 #Chapter 2 #YMKR Chapter 2 #Dream Meister #Dream Meister Translations #Otome #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy Translations #CH2P18

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little-shadows-story · 2 months

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About Tumblr and AI companies and having to opt out of it + Tale 2 of "Little Shadows"

In case you haven't heard, this is what's happening. I've already opted out in all of my blogs here, but man. This sucks a lot.

I guess the biggest problem for me is: how long have they been doing this? Not knowing frustrates me to no end. I decided tumblr would be one of the main places to put my experimental writing precisely because there was no AI third parties involved, but if this is how they're gonna play now I have to reconsider uploading my stuff here.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not gonna leave Tumblr. This is one of the only social media I actively use unlike FB or IG that I have but are basically dead, and I left twitter waaay before the beginning of the fall, way before Musk even bought it iirc. But I'm not comfortable anymore uploading and sharing my writing here, and it sucks. I wanted tumblr to be sort of an archive for my writing (besides my own archiving in my computer) but I'm having second thoughts now.

Tale 2 of Little Shadows was supposed to come out today, but now I'm secong guessing wether I really wanna post it here or not. I have Royal Road, and I have my own blog via Blogger too -and now that we're talking about this, idk if Blogger also has a deal with AI companies or not, fuck- so maybe I'll just. Upload there? I saw a while ago an iniciative for a new tumblr like site, I gotta look thru my likes and reblogs to find it, so maybe I'll go there? Ugh. Like, I'll still use tumblr for doing updates on my progress or shitpost, but when it comes to sharing my writing, even the experimental one.... yeah i don't know about that man.

So I guess. I guess this is it for this blog, huh? Wow, that sucks. I won't delete it, and I while I thought I can use it for promoting the links to the Royal Road chapters, I now think my main blog is better for that, since I have more followers there. I'm sorry. I just can't keep posting here in good faith for the time being.

So again, FYI: I won't delete this side blog, but I probably won't post more in here unless something happens that makes me come back.

If you liked Little Shadows so far, thank you so much!!! Here's the link to Tale 2 in Royal Road. From now on, if you'd like to continue getting news and notifications about when a new chapter comes out, please consider following my main @mary-is-writing, or give a follow to the wip in RR itself.

Thanks for the support so far, and I hope I see you again someday soon. This blog will go to sleep now.

#writeblr #little shadows #writing #writers #wip #lss #little shadows story #royal road

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heather-ouo · 2 years

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A dream’s disguise

Fu Hua x HoC! GN! Reader

Warning!: the usual grammar probleme, no proofread.

Things to remind

(Dr./n) - Doctor name

( H/c ) - hair color

(Y/n) - your name

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part 2, part 3 (end), Alternative end

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“ (Dr./n) says you can be discharged today! Isn’t it exciting Hua? ”

The girl named Hua looks at you who is sharping an apple for her.

Yes she somehow got into the hospital due to some war but according to her memory during the war something happen or not, Apparently she was black out in the war and humanity has won against the Honkai more or precisely the Herrscher of the End.

“ Hua are you listening? ”

“ H-huh..? Sorry dear, can you repeat it again?”

You let out a sigh and stop what you are doing in your hand.

“ (Dr./n) said you may have amnesia due to your head has bang on something hard and the PSTD thing they ask you if you want the medicine treatment or therapy. ”

“ I'll take medicine… we haven’t spent much time on each other since the war….”

The (h/c) stares blankly at smiling Hua, confused because normally Fu Hua didn’t say much about spending time together and she is still figuring how Human emotions works.

“ Wow wow there- who in the honkai are you? What happened to my Fu Hua who didn't know much about relationships? ”

“ I… learned it from a friend. ”

“ A little sus but…I guess I can get used to it. ”

“ Anyway after the war with End The Shicksal has suggested using Honkai as the main energy of the city and which the government agreed. ”

“ Honkai as the main source? But… ”

“ You don’t have to worry about that! They only hire people who have high resistance if the core leaks or something, now eat up! ”

You pass the peeled apple to Hua who takes it from your hand then you start to head off to fill in paper for Hua’s discharge.

Hua watches you leave the room and she looks out of the window. It's weird…ever since she woke up there's odd small voices appearing randomly like.

“ —a! W—e —! TH— -S - -r—m!-! ” “ I’- —rr-… H—”

Something like that… but whenever you are near her all the voices start to disappear, maybe her mind hasn’t fully recovered from the war, Fu Hua stares into space until a (h/c) appears in her views.

“ Hua~! We can go now! ”

. . . . . .

The duo drive back to St. Freya Academy in a taxi, originally you guys plan to walk back but… the moment the duo step out of the hospital people just swarm towards you two and ask for signatures or pictures together.

So to make things easier you summoned a void portal and escaped crowds of people with Hua, right now the duo are quiet while Fu Hua is staring out of the window and you telling her what’s going on with the Academy since Honkai is defeated.

“ -nkai are reduced down a bit but we still use it for small purposes, for herrscher it will be a big problem. My case would be different since I have half of the control. ”

For a split moment the sky suddenly turned red and back to normal it went unnoticed to Hua but for you… you can’t hold this together.

“ Welcome back! Class president/Fu Hua! ”

Arriving at the dorm Hua was surprised by this though she is curious about the rings on Kiana And Mei’s ring finger along with Bronya and Seeles’s.

“ Thank you everyone… i suppose l’m the last one? ”

“ yes and… Kiana! Stay away form those fried chicken! or no cuddles tonight! ”

Kiana who is caught red-handed let out a yelp.

“ But Mei-senpai! Can’t I just have one? Please??? ”

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* Kiana use puppy eyes on Mei! *

* Unfortunately Mei is immune to puppy eyes *

* Not a effective attack *

* Mei use “ Head chop ” on Kiana! *

* Very effective! *

* The opponent reveals to have an unshown personality! *

* Masochist effect has shown on Kiana! *

* A new opponent has joined! *

* Fu Hua use “ Neck Chop ” on Kiana! *

* Very Effective! *

* Kiana has fainted! * ——————————————————————————

“ Sorry about Kiana Class president..”

“ It’s alright Mei. ”

Mei Smiled and picked up Kiana then went to their room but for Fu Hua it was a different image.

Dark red sky, broken down buildings, broken weapons lay around without its owner, lances, pieces of iron stab into the ground, splashed bloodstains and some fresh ones, bodies.

“ MEi! CAN YOU FIND ANY OPEN SPACE TO ESCAPE WITH KIANA?! ”

“ I CAN! BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU CLASS PRESIDENT?? ”

“ YOU TWO RETREATS FIRST I HAVE TO FIND (Y/N)! ”

Mei holds Kiana close and both of them are badly injured even in their herrscher’s form they are no match for the End, currently they hide themself behind some broken down buildings while lances rain down without a care in the world, Hua and the injured duo are very away from each other making it a very difficult retreat.

Hua looks around to find you in your herrscher form fighting against the End. It is very obvious the End has the upper hand, she can feel your regeneration is not keeping up with you…

“FU HUA W-”

“ -u hua??? HUA!? ”

Fu Hua is dragged back from her flashback to the sound of someone keep shouting her name.

“ Huh..? ”

“ Seriously… are you still tired? We can go to bed if you want. ”

“ Dear l’m fine, i just need some fresh air.. ”

“ Alright? I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, oh and don’t forget your medicine! ”

The gray blue-ish haired girl nodded then went outside of the dorm and found Welt standing there as if he was waiting for her.

“ Fu Hua.. if you may.. i wonder if you can answer me a question. ”

“ What is it? ”

“ What if this is all just a dream..? If we have been put to sleep by the End and the moment we wake up the world we chose to protect is all gone? ”

“ Welt the war has ended and if this is a dream l would know it by now and you knew that. ”

Hua holds her hand out and concentrates, white mixed with red-ish feathers appears around the girl and so is her hair.

“ l see… ”

“ Well sorry about that war question but i have to go now. ”

“ Ah… that’s close….. ”

“ That guy Welt… he almost break it like the last time with Sirin.. ”

You? Mumble in some staircases before disappearing into cubes.

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Guess whats going on?

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Part 2, part 3 (end), Alternative end

Tagging people :D ( permission asked! )

@azukaaa

#Honkai x reader #Honkai impact x reader #Fu Hua x reader #honkai fanfics

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sawyingthroughthewasteland · 2 years

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Sawyer Reference Post

Suddenly Very aware i have no pics of my boy on here or much of anything tbh whoops but anyways for reference here are some pics, outlines of his story, etc etc etc

Under the cut because I'm not a heathen

Short and Sweet Summary:

Full name: Sawyer J. Lockwood Place of Origin: somewhere in the Plateau District, WV Family:

Father: Jared Lockwood (jock turned farmer, was drafted and went MIA when Sawyer was 16)

Mother: Shay Lockwood (farmer, passed when Sawyer was 19)

Ex-Wife: Nora Lockwood (lawyer, yall know what happened to her)

Son: Shaun Lockwood (yall know him, with Sawyer he was an oopsie baby and due to Family the bi lady in a lesbian poly had to marry the gay man. They stuck together for Shaun's sake then War happened)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: I don't remember but most of his points are in INT and CHA, and AGL. STR, LUCK and END are god awful this man goes down in one punch to the stomach lmao

Main weapons: Sniper (Overseer's Guardian) and Shotgun (Bang n' Bleed, does bleeding damage). Molotov's :)

Main fit: General's uniform with the Captain's hat on. Leather brown messenger bag across the back and glasses

Ending: Railroad ending but heavily involved with the MM. Just trusted the RR with taking care of business but focuses way too much on his dear little settlements. He's often referred to as the Father of the Commonwealth since he cares so much about the people he leads.

Relationships: post here :)

Descriptive Visuals

Skin: slightly tan irish lad covered in freckles

Eyes: hazel

Head Hair: auburn hair, started out short but then he just kinda kept growing it out. Prefers having it slicked back.

Facial Hair: he's a bit scruffy but most of the hair there is blond so often it doesn't show or just blends in with his skin

Body hair: huh? (not much lmao he twink)

Build: this man has like,,, 2 strength. 5'11 twink man. He does have some muscle but is built more like a lean swimmer and tends towards the thin side

Scar Guide (order of scar age)

across back, small scratches: when he was young, cow nuzzled him into barbed wire fence (mostly healed post-war)

across/broken nose: bullied during bootcamp (ao3 story wip)

left brow, small indent: PA helmet collapsed during underwater rescue during the War

right cheek, slash: from ArcJet encounter (link to ao3 story)

small patch of scar tissue: gunshot from Kellogg

scar tissue, deep scratching: deathclaw encounter (link to ao3 story)

Visual.... Visuals

Fo4 Screenshots:

Pre-War baby! And Nora :)

I'm awful at getting good screenshots, sue me lol but here he is when he's first starting MM stuff :)

Post-General ranking but Pre-Kellogg

Drawing reference images of him pre-kellogg.

Post will be updated as I play further into the game but that's all the pics I got so far :)

Previous Art

I haven't talked about it much on here but I ship Sawyer with a friend of mine's OC a lot and she does amazing art of the two. The artist's name is jenni (ao3 here) and her OC is Baron Teague (ao3 series here).

The two goofs met at bootcamp and eventually met a few years post-fo4 when they both least expected it. They're mentioned in a few of my fics also :)

Baron is on left, Sawyer on right :)

sippy :)

Feel like a proud adult showing a friend pics of my son via little pictures I keep stored in my wallet lmao

#SttW #put on the pinned post u doofus

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piggyrobloxandmore-yt · 2 years

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Riley: MORTIMER HELP

Mortimer: Riley were are you

Riley: im stuck on the trampoline bars

Mortimer: oh no why do I feel like this happened before

Riley: Mortimer don't play games with me right now

Mortimer: why did we put these back up here there should be no bars up there

Riley: .mimicking mortimer. Idk de de de de de JUST HELP ME GET DOWN

Mortimer: so I have to help you now

Riley: ye- duh why do you think im yelling MORTIMER HELP ME is it beacuse I'm doing it for fun NO NOW GET ME DOWN

Mortimer: so I have to help you im hearing

Riley: yes you have to help me 😑😒

Mortimer: what if I don't

Riley: do you do you really wanna find out

Mortimer: you know I don't think you can do anything to me from up there

Riley: OH WHY I GRR AHH EGHH .sighs.

Mortimer: what was I saying ... how's it feel

Riley: .sighs. it feels terrible

Mortimer: so I want you to say something right now and for along time

Riley: what?

Mortimer: I want you to say Mortimer handee is amazing and he's the best magician ever I want to hear these words come out of you

Riley: your not a magician though

Mortimer: I AM A MAGICIAN

Riley: no you don't have a wand or anything else a magician has

Mortimer: ... shut up plz I lost my wand

Riley: . Forgets what he said. ARE YOU GONNA GET ME DOWN

Mortimer: are you gonna say what I asked you to say

Riley: . Mumbles. Mortimer is the best blah blah blah

Mortimer: huh I couldn't understand you

Riley: I said MORTIMER IS THE BEST.. .mumbles.

Mortimer: im gonna tickle you .tickel tickel tickel.

Riley: HA HA HA HA .constantly laughs.

Mortimer: tickel tickel tickel

Riley: stop ha ha ha ha

Mortimer: tickel tickel tickel

Riley: STOP

Riley: ugh fine ill say it Mortimer is amazing and the best magician ever..errr...rr

Mortimer: but I wanna hear it with more happiness of what your saying

Riley: Mortimer is the best and is the most amazing magician in the woorrrrld..

Mortimer: thank you now was that hard

Riley: ... plz get me down

Mortimer: that's all I wanted to hear now good bye

Riley: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

mortimer: bye

Riley: FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK

#hello puppets #mortimer handee #riley ruckus #qoutes

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a-baleful-howl · 2 years

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So I’ve been following George RR Martins updates on his progress on Winds of Winter…because of course I have. His most recent update, going surprisingly more in depth than he has been lately, has caused quite a stir because he’s alluding that his ending and plot direction may have changed. And it has me in all sorts of emotions about it.

First, when the finale of GoT aired and it got a bunch of backlash, I hoped that that gave him “the best motivation I know of - spite.” Some of my best writing juices come from seeing a story done *in my opinion* badly, and I have this innate desire to correct it or make it better. I don’t know if this is what George is doing, or if just the fact that he’s taken such a long break from his story that his mind has changed, or his flow has simply taken him in a different direction. A person can change a lot in 10 years, and ideas that just live in the brain can fade away and be forgotten, sometimes to be found again or be lost forever.

When I wrote the Jonsa compendium, I added at the end that GRRM has every right and ability to change his mind now before the books are done and as he’s writing. So I’m not surprised or upset about it either. I find this to be an issue with “gardeners” or “pantsers”, but even “plotters” or “architects” can run into writers block resulting in changing directions, too.

The day after the finale, GRRM posted on his blog that (paraphrasing) “yes, this is the ending. The journey there will be slightly different, though. Afterall, how many children did Scarlet O’Hara have?” Which some fans took as him saying the ending will be different, but since Gone with the Wind is considered one of the best page to screen adaptations of all time, I took it as him saying that it’s still the same, but books have more details and time to cover small plot lines than TV shows. Details always get lost in the adaptations. (*cough secret tormented incest feelings and political Jon? cough*)

And I have to wonder, after GRRM admitted that this spin-off sequel show about Jon Snow was Kit Harrington’s idea, how much of “huh, I wonder what Jon does after the war. I never thought about that before.” has inspired George to write more, or go further down a certain path.

But this new blog post feels like, *to me*, to be much more deviation than just small details. To me it feels like even he is surprised at how much change has happened. And for all of us who have found and pointed out the subtle hints that could be leading to a Jon and Sansa endgame, what does that mean for us? If that was in fact what he was leading towards, has that changed in his mind as well? Honestly, we just have to wait and see.

Small side tangent: if I could ask GRRM any question, it would be about “curing” writers block. Not for the memes, or to kick him while he’s down, but because as a writer I would love to ask all writers this same question. (And I would hope that by answering it, it might give him that motivation to break through his own.) It appears to me that he’s got his mojo back for the moment, and that mojo after being shelved for a decade has taken ahold of him in a new headspace, in a new world, and with the hindsight of seeing it done on screen without him. There’s still one more book after WoW, so fingers crossed we see where this new plot bunny has taken him off to all the way to the end, but I know from experience that sometimes the idea of starting another massive book immediately after finishing one feels like getting pregnant again immediately after giving birth. Sometimes your brain just needs a break.

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inbetween-beast-and-man · 7 months

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🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

ENTRY#1008361

In which an expedition into the Seattle Underground City doesnt go as well as planned.

VZCZCXRO6637 RR RUEHAG RUEHAO RUEHAP RUEHAT RUEHBC RUEHBI RUEHBL RUEHBW RUEHBZ RUEHCD RUEHCHI RUEHCI RUEHCN RUEHDA RUEHDE RUEHDF RUEHDT RUEHDU RUEHED #2628/04 1379630 ZNR UUUUU ZZH R 162022Z NOV 19 FM SECSTATE WASHDC TO ALL DIPLOMATIC AND CONSULAR POSTS COLLECTIVE TO CPTN AND ALL WORKING BODIES OF RUEHTRO/FIRSTLIGHT ARCHIVE TRIPOLI 0478 BT UNCLAS SECTION 01 OF 02 STATE XXXXXX E.O. 12958: N/A TAGS: ETRD, EAGR, EAID, ECON, TBIO, , , SUBJECT: RECORD #00061 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP #27

[Sounds of the underground city] [ALL WHISPERING]

E1-1: I cant see shit in here. fuck. E1-3: They need to give us better shit if they wanna throw us into the fucking slums like this E1-1: shut up. you know we dont have the budget to keep replacing shit. after last weeks water accident its going to take some time. E1-2: thats what they want you think anyways. E1-1: complaining bout it makes no difference. Were on a mission here. not to be little bitches come on now. E1-2: whatever big boss. where we goin? E1-1: deeper in I fear. And I fear they know were coming so shut the fuck up and keep ur weapons up. the rats work for the blanks E1-3: But the birds, thank god. work for the government. E1-1 & E1-2: Amen. RERCORD #00072 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP#27 [GUNSHOTS]

E1-2: WHERE THE FUCK IS GULL!? SUBJECT #3: Dont worry you'll join him soo- [GUNSHOT] [THUD] SUBJECT #2: MIR!? YOU MONSTER! E1-1: rich coming from a blank. where the FUCK did you fucks take Gull!? Cardinal get the fuck up soldier and get your fucking weapon. [SCREECHING SOUND] [KICKING NOISE] E1-2: He attacked me from behind magpie. E1-1: you should know better where the hell did your training go. and thats sir for you. Tie this one up. I will look for Gull. E1-2: yes sir.

RERCORD #00079 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY

SUBJECT #1: I did not appreciate what you did to Mir. you know how many years I already poured into that idiot. But Im glad you seem so willing to replace him. maybe youll even do better atleast you seem capable. E1-1: Thank you but no fucking thanks. how about you let me go and I will blow up your fucking brain. SUBJECT #1: He was a friend. just like Sticks was and what did you do with her huh? my fucking broodmate. my SISTER. and you dare speak like that at me when your life is at MY mercy. no fucking regret? Dont you ever stop to wonder what its like for US?! We did not choose this. unlike you. E1-1: do you really wanna want to fucking talk philosophy right now with your claws inside my fucking abdomen? SUBJECT #1: I have forever. and having you suffer a little before your real punishment begins seems only fair to what the fuck you did. E1-1: Well of course. let me entertain you by [SPITTING SOUND] SUBJECT #1: You hunters are so fucking disgusting. [GUNSHOT] E1-2: I keep telling him that too but he's terrible bout baths. really suprised he was gonna decline living in the underground with you lot. SUBJECT #1: [UNINTELLIGIBLE SOUNDS] [YELLING AND GUNSHOTS]

RERCORD #00093 OF FILE: STTL UNGRD CITY EXP#27

E1-2: hey hey Mags come on. stay here with me alright. E1-1: didnt think ud come back in time bud E1-2: As if Id let the licks have you. we wouldnt stand a chance if youd be their puppet. E1-1: been there done that. I wouldnt be nothing special. [...] E1-1: Hey cardinal? E1-2: Yeah? E1-1: Next time. if its between me and your own safety. pick your own safety. E1-2: With all due respect magpie, thats never happening. now come on. we're almost out. we caught Sticks we did good. therell be medics waiting and Im gonna make sure you'll have that sweet fucking nurse. bet the others will be jealous as fuck. E1-1: and Gull?... E1-2: lets get you out of here first okay.

#qna #Anonymous #finlays records #Magpie #SeaGull #Cardinal #long post

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mxstball · 2 years

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[RR] Shadow Zone

Red, Blue, Leaf, and Giovanni were standing there as their Pokémon stayed on standby. Even though the battle had begun, it was clear that everyone was waiting for the other to make a move.

Giovanni looked at Lauren. "Perhaps we should show them give them a taste of what is to come."

Shadow Lauren cried out and yelled at the opposing trio.

Shadow Latias's Shadow Zone! The area grew sinister!

A strange, dark mist started to envelop the battle area. The trio and their Pokémon looked around them to notice the unique aura. Blue scoffed. "Terrain moves already? Wait. Does Latias even learn Terrain moves? Besides, what in the world is this?"

The radio chimed in again.

~~ Heidi: Latias cannot learn Terrain moves naturally nor through TMs. Is something wrong with the area? ~~

Leaf buzzed in. "Yeah. The place is... dark for some reason." She looked back at her Pokémon. Strangely, Clefable seemed to be struggling to stand, like something was holding her back or weighing her down. Leaf looked at the Red and Blue's Pokémon. They were just as weary. "And our Pokémon look like they've seen better days." Leaf looked back at Clefable. "Clefable! Are you alright?"

"[Cle... fable...]" Clefable didn't seem like she was having a good time, but she wasn't backing down, either.

Blue scoffed. "It's like the energy of this place is totally wiping our Pokémon. Alakazam! Hang in there, buddy."

Alakazam nodded.

Red and Snorlax didn't share a word, but it was obvious that Red was worried.

Mega Mewtwo Y used Psychic on Snorlax!

Snorlax took the hit, but something felt... off. Usually, Snorlax could take a few hits like that, but he already looked like he was about to fall over. Something really wasn't right, especially considering the fact that Mewtwo and Lauren seemed to be unaffected.

“Alright, Giovanni. Let's see you try your luck at this. Alakazam! Get 'em!" Alakazam looked at Mega Mewtwo and attacked.

Alakazam used Shadow Ball on Mewtwo! It's Super Effective!

"Alri-- huh?"

Mewtwo held its hand out and shook its head. While the attack definitely landed, Mewtwo seemed to have been largely unaffected.

"Hey! What gives?”

"Shadow Lauren pushed up and attacked.

Shadow Latias was exuding a sinister aura! Shadow Latias used Shadow Wave+! It's super effective on Alakazam, Snorlax, and Clefable!

Alakazam fainted! Snorlax fainted! Clefable fainted!

"Wh--what!?" Leaf couldn't believe her eyes. Not only had their Pokémon been easily defeated, but it appeared that Lauren was even powered up. What was going on here?

"Alright. Alright. You got us there." Blue retracted Alakazam and chuckled. "...But that's enough. We're going to handle this right here and now. Guys. It's time."

The aura was foreboding.

Red sent out Charizard! Blue sent out Blastoise! Leaf sent out Venusaur!

Leaf jumped for joy. "Finally! It's time to do the thing! I’ve been waiting for this!”

Red, Blue, and Leaf's keystones started to resonate...

...but nothing happened!?

The three Pokémon turned back at their trainers. They were flabbergasted at the lack of effect."Wh--what!? But I just used Mega Evolution yesterday!"

"Hmmmm." Red was glaring at the Latias. He knew that it was the aura.

Giovanni couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "It is not obvious? If you truly believed that Mega Evolution was the key to your victory here, then you are sorely mistaken." Giovanni snapped his fingers.

Mega Mewtwo Y used Psychic on Blastoise! Shadow Latias used Shadow Wave! Critical Hit!

Charizard fainted! Venusaur fainted! Blastoise fainted!

"Shit!" Blue took a step back. "Guys, this isn't looking good."

Red and Leaf shook their head. Red turned and started leaving.

"Wait. You're leaving? Just like that?"

Red nodded and fled downstairs.

"Shit. Alright, fine. You win this one, but don't think that this is the last time you'll hear from us! We'll give you a proper ass beating next time."

Red, Blue and Leaf fled!

Giovanni smirked as he snapped his fingers. Mewtwo and Lauren were suddenly gone, and the Shadow Zone will soon follow. "It appears that I may have overestimated them. Quite a shame. Now, time to set the plan into motion." Giovanni casually walked down the stairs. He's accomplished what he wanted to here.

#red #blue #muse leaf #giovanni #plot: rainbow road #muse heidi #muse lauren

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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Superman: Green Lantern, you’re going with Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin on beta team.

Spoiler, whispering to Black Canary: They lost a bet and now they have to go on a mission with Green Nightlight.

Superman: Beta will be taking the plane to an island in the Pacific Ocean. We have evidence that it is home to one of the Light’s meta gene research labs. I’m sending you all the coordinates and relevant files.

Green Lantern: So basically I’m going on a mission with Nightwing is an airhead who’s energetic and cuddly and does a lot of flips. Red Hood who is a brutish asshole that only knows how to use a gun. Red Robin who is a depressed insomniac that shuts down at the slightest touch or hug. And Robin who hates and tries to murder anything that moves and is not Nightwing. Right?

Flash: I mean… not really, but sure?

Green Lantern: This is gonna suck.

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The group planning to infiltrate a small Light hide out.

GL: So, how are we getting into the super high tech evil lair?

Nightwing: I hacked the system and turned off all the alarms.

GL, rolling his eyes: They still have cameras

Nightwing: Which is why I disabled the cameras and put a video loop on the monitor.

GL: But wh-

Nightwing: I also put trackers in all the guard’s uniforms so that we would always know their locations. And in case something goes wrong I have an EMP ready to go off.

GL: Wait, you did all that?

Nightwing: Yeah… I got bored last night. Figured I make the mission a little easier.

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Jason and Green Lantern surrounded by enemies, Jason runs out of ammo.

Jason, putting away his guns: Fuck!

GL, rolling his eyes: Don’t worry, I can get it from here.

Jason, picks up a rock: Nah, I got this.

Proceeds to take down fifty guys with his fists and some rocks.

GL: Holy fuck man?!

Jason, finds a stick: What?

Starts whacking people with his stick, takes down the rest of the surrounding enemies.

GL: How did you??

Jason shrugs: It was a good stick.

GL: …

Jason keeps the stick.

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GL frees a bunch of kids being held prisoner. All of them are incredibly traumatized and freaking out.

GL: Ok, I can take care of the pris-

Red Robin sits on the ground, softly talking to the kids.

GL: Red Robin what are you doing??

Red Robin is surrounded by the kids, most hug or lean on him for comfort. He had started singing a soft lullaby but stops when he hears GL.

Red Robin: I’m helping the kids? I thought it was obvious.

Red Robin holds one kid’s hand and rubs another’s back.

GL: I thought you don’t like being touched?

Red Robin just looks at him confused: No? I just- I’m not from a very affectionate family, so sometimes it’s a bit overwhelming. But I don’t mind it at all. It’s actually sort of nice to be around people who are so… tactile.

GL: Oh… huh, I guess I misjudged you. Maybe you aren’t a depressed insomniac who can’t handle touch.

Tim: Nah the depressed insomniac part is completely accurate.

—————

Red Hood and Red Robin split off from Robin, Nightwing, and Green Lantern to investigate some abandoned looking buildings. Suddenly an explosion come from that direction.

Robin, into his comm: RR and RH come in.

Robin starts running towards the wreckage while speaking into his comm. Nightwing and GL follow.

Robin: RR and RH report.

Robin reaches the collapsed building just as RR and RH limp out, RR is helping support RH.

Robin: What happened?

Red Robin, panting slightly: Bomb. Some burns and scraps. Debris fell on Hood’s leg. Probably broken.

Robin is by their side with a med kit helping patch them up. Nightwing goes to get the bat plane.

Red Hood: And I lost my stick!

Red Robin: And he lost his stick.

Robin finishes taking care of the wounds, or at least does all he can do while in the field.

Robin: Green Lantern watch over them for a moment I have a personal matter to attend to, if any harm comes to them while I am away I will murder you.

Robin leaves, after several minutes Nightwing arrives with the bat plane.

Nightwing: Where’s Robin?

GL: I don’t know, he left to ‘attend to a personal matter’ I can’t control-

Robin, walks up holding a stick.

GL: What the fu-

Red Hood: My stick!

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After the mission beta team reconvenes with the league in the watchtower for a debrief.

Flash: So, Green Lantern, have any new found respect for the bats?

Green Lantern looks into the med bay where Jason is in a hospital bed, waving his stick dramatically. Damian is curled up by his side asleep. Tim is laughing at Jason’s dramatics, wincing slightly as Dick gives him stitches.

GL: Maybe.

#batfam #batman #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #red hood #incorrect batfamily quotes #red robin #damian wayne #Nightwing #robin #green lantern #hal jordon #flash #barry allen #mypost

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danny-chase · 3 years

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Honestly, I don’t even care if Tim drinks coffee or not, but at this point coffee addict Tim has become so synonymous with tropes i hate in fanfic if i see him drinking that stuff i just leave.

Like a good 75% of the time if Tim’s drinking coffee the fic is also going to contain (rant under cut):

1. Character bashing Dick for taking away Robin and kicking Tim out of the family without acknowledging any of Tim’s faults (ie physically throwing Dick over his shoulder and demanding he be left alone before going off to find Bruce)

2. Character bashing Damian for making uwu little boi Tim feel so unsafe in his home again without acknowledging any of Tim’s faults (ie punching Damian in the face after he finds out Damian is Robin)

3. Some combination of either Damian and/or Dick apologizing to Tim for things the author has clearly not read the source material for.

4. Cass doesn’t exist and instead the person to find Tim while searching for Bruce is Jason for some reason. Bonus points if Cass is there only to point out how sad a character is and basically be a therapy dog.

5. If Young Justice is there to sweep Tim off his feet into the arms his loving friends, it’s only Core Four and we ignore Greta, Anita, and Cissie because they aren’t core despite Cissie and Greta being there for almost the entire comic and Anita being an absolutely wonderfully kind person who was there for at least half the run

6. Tim is the smartest one of all, bow before his intelligence, he wasn’t grasping at straws he was just right the entire time, everyone is mean and terrible for not believing him.

7. Tim is the most sad, most traumatized member of the family, and this justifies all his behavior, no one else (except maybe jason) is allowed to have trauma that may have influenced their behavior. Jack and Janet are the worst parents in existence and Tim was always so lonely why did no one notice (companied with we’ve made Tim’s backstory even sadder for dramatic effect, growing up in boarding schools is not traumatic enough)? Everyone is terrible for not recognizing his trauma, they have no excuses for not doing so.

8. I haven’t stumbled into any of these fics with Steph but i’m gonna guess since you clearly didn’t read the comics your about to either ignore their entire relationship, or not admit that Tim infantized her a ton (you can’t be a hero but i can, stay where you’re safe, etc.). Maybe she’s just here to throw bricks at Tim or smth idk.

9. Tim never apologizes, ever. For anything that happened in RR. Every mistake that other characters made is still canon in this fic, but none of the things Tim canonically did are.

10. There’s no way in hell Duke is going to make an appearance in this fic - we don’t have to include him because he wasn’t in this timeline. Okay but nice!Jason wasn’t here either so... where’s Duke? Cass?? Cass was in the comic but she’s not here either? And Damian’s a demon too? Huh. Wonder why the only “caring” person is Jason, who was a serial killer at this point in the comics. Maybe like reflect on what makes Jason different in comparison to the others.

I literally have no issues with Tim being a depressed coffee addict it’s just why do people use that as an excuse to bash characters for things they did (taken completely out of context) or things they never did? Or belittle the role of Cass in his life. Idk if you’re gonna “fix” a comic, maybe read the source material?

#had to get the fanon hate out of my system after reblogging that last post sorry #negativity #fanon critical #coffee tim is harmless it just comes with so much baggage i hate it #at this point its just a red flag for me #the tim characterization that comes with it isn't even that bothersome it's just like...#why the hell is jason the only person allowed to be a good brother in this fic #when Dick was a good brother during the era and y'all ignore those bits #and Damian would have been better if Tim didn't PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE #in the first issue #and ALSO CASS IS RIGHT THERE #but smh cass isn't allowed to be a human in this fandom #i legit hate therapy dog Cass so much like wtf is wrong with y'all why would you write her like that #just make a therapist character or OC use someone else cuz that aint it #anti tim drake #tagging anti just in case #i literally don't even hate canon tim i just read his comics and was like there are more interesting characters #canon tim's fine he's literally just a dork he's got some cute scenes #he plays video games with Barbara and locks Dick in her simulation room #but like fanon tim is just so annoying at this point #mostly because every other character is butchered into oblivion #i don't think i've ever seen legitimate criticism of any character on this website other than like Jason and Bruce #because the people writing criticism haven't actually... read the source material #so you're criticizing the character based on things other people said they've done with zero context for any reason they did it #i swear if i ever see someone call duke boring cuz he's the sane one i think i'll lose my goddamn mind #yall made him boring 😤#he's perfectly not boring in the comics 😤#rant post

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lioncunt · 3 years

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any way the wind blows review!!!

gonna put it under a cut but tl;dr i really really loved it and even the things that i was on the fence about i’ve decided i love as well lmfao

so i kind of knew going into both this and wayward son that the plot wouldn’t really EVER be as narratively satisfying as carry on’s. it would definitely be interesting and have a lot of cool thematic elements, but in terms of being a grand deconstruction of the “chosen one” genre, it couldn’t ever get better than carry on. and i’m so happy rainbow didn’t try to MAKE it that. she didn’t pull a supernatural and up the stakes to impossible, outlandish degrees. both wayward son and awtwb had realistic, fascinating plots that served as a metaphor for the internal struggles of the characters.

the reason i’m beginning this review by talking about the plot is because it’s what i’ve seen the most criticism directed towards. and like i DO get it, i also was taken aback at first at how the actual plot is kind of background noise for the first couple hundred pages. but like...i think it WORKS. again, this whole trilogy is a deconstruction. that’s its PURPOSE. obviously it’s doing other things as well, but it started by taking this well-worn and well-loved trope and completely turning it on its head, giving us permission to acknowledge all the damage it causes and how our love of this type of story is honestly kind of harmful. we turn off that part of our brains when we read harry potter or something else with traumatized child protagonists, in order for us to actually enjoy it, but the simon snow trilogy has always said, “hey, this is kind of fucked up, huh? you’re allowed to think that.”

anyway, the way that translates to the plot here is that there’s not always some huge mystical big bad, or obviously evil antagonist. the horror can be going on in the world around you, in the background of your day-to-day life dealing with your own shit, creeping up on you until suddenly your loved ones are spouting off nonsense that is an absolutely CHILLING allegory for eugenics, by the way, which i’ve seen NOBODY talk about. the clear political parallels were so well done, but not heavy-handed, and they worked wonderfully as an ending to this story. simon at the end being a target for an angry mob, who are victims of intense ableism themselves (the metaphor of being a weak mage = having a disability), how these religious extremists will point at what they deem abnormal and use them as a scapegoat, the disgusting “survival of the fittest” mentality leading to “i can make this society great again” - it was all just incredibly well written, in my opinion. and the fact that it happened so slowly, in the background, made it all the better. you don’t really notice how bad it’s getting until it’s BAD.

it also, again, works so well as a manifestation of the characters’ inner strife. others have put it better than me already, so i won’t talk about it too much, but the fact that the book is saying you don’t need to be like everyone else in order to accomplish great things and have a good life, you don't need to have magic, you don’t need to be human, you don’t need to be neurotypical or able-bodied or straight or white or ANYTHING these people will have you believe in order to make you obedient to them and hateful to others -- it’s fantastic.

this kind of segues into the other big criticism i’m seeing, which is simon and baz’s one-day breakup. again, this has already been analyzed well, so i won't ramble about it, but wayward son was their breakup. metaphorically speaking. and i’m glad that it didn’t take some big, grand moment for them to get back together, even though it would have been narratively cathartic. that’s not how life works - it was so much better and realistic to have simon face the harsh difficulties of TRYING than dragging out a separation plot line that would have added NOTHING to his character. or baz’s. the only thing about their entire relationship that i would have done a bit differently is shorten the timeline, because a year and a half is a very long and honestly unrealistic time to go in a relationship without talking about sexual history or going on dates, even if there’s a lot of baggage. but that’s not that big a deal and i’m easily able to look past it.

(as a side note I'm getting annoyed at seeing all these takes that there’s too much sexual content. like i get it because the first two books are solidly YA and this is being marketed as YA even though it’s definitely NA, but like....sex is important. sex scenes and sexual content are an extremely important part of depicting the human experience. and lack of sex as well!! every single intimate scene between them was NOT super graphic and had such incredibly important significance narratively and character-wise - and yeah that includes any kinks that were brought up, like jesus they’re in their 20s and have been in a non-sexual relationship for a year and a half i think it’s pretty fucking relevant that there are intimate scenes!!! anyway moving on.)

i really loved penny and shepard’s plot - their relationship was so wonderful and charming and excellent for their characters, and i only wish we could have gotten their demon plot threaded into the larger picture, because after shepard was cured it felt like they were just standing there. that’s one of my very few complaints about the book. but they’re such good characters and i love them SO MUCH.

AND THANK GOD FOR AGATHA AND NIAMH. like i cannot put into words how fucking happy i was when i realized where that was headed. the cinematic nature of agatha and niamh helping the goat give birth while simon’s flying in the chapel and being targeted by a mob was just. so cool like i can’t even describe it it was so coooooool and then agatha and niamh KISSING and agatha found her PLACE and I'm so happy for her.

just in general the characters and relationships were fucking exquisite. i can’t help but love the way RR writes, especially her dialogue. it’s so real and three dimensional and her characters truly come alive and i care about them and love them so much. i’m so happy they’re happy, i wouldn’t have been able to stand it if they weren’t.

and everything got wrapped up so well in my opinion!! i don’t know what the hell people are talking about when they say they still have questions, like girl what about??? simon found his family, simon got a sword that isn’t tied to trauma, baz found out that he’ll get to grow old with simon, all their families are okay, penny and shepard are in love, agatha’s herding goats and a lesbian, there will probably be new threats and antagonists but they'll be able to handle them, life will continue to be difficult but they’ll get through it like WHAT do you not understand what’s not clicking i genuinely want to know.

ok actually i have ONE single question and that’s. did baz pick up the sword at the end. because the way it’s written it sounds like he did and i like do not understand that at all. someone answer please.

anyway that’s my review 10/10 would recommend

#any way the wind blows #awtwb spoilers #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on

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