#th: making amends

[marleyybluu]

Differences

husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)

Word count: 3.2k

Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.

A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol

(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)

They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.

But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.

It was frustrating.

She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.

Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.

They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.

They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.

He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.

"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."

"I'm not ready."

"When will you be? Because I am."

He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."

The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!"  To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.

It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.

"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."

Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.

She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?

He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.

Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.

"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."

She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"

"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.

The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"

"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'

He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."

"Christopher... baby you hate wine."

"I can learn to like it."

She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.

In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, Christopher."

He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."

She sighed. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."

She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."

Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?

Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.

Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."

Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."

Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."

She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"

"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."

"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"

Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.

"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.

Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.

"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.

She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.

Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.

Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?" 

Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck." 

She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!" 

He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top." 

She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone. 

She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him. 

Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others. 

He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?" 

Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!" 

"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin. 

They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face. 

She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.

"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.

 "You love it though!" 

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Discipline

Sub!Joel Miller x Dom F!Reader

Based on @vivian-pascal suggestion because I was craving a lil writing snack drabble.

Warnings: sub Joel, dom reader, masochist / Sadist themes, riding crop, pain, brief ball torture, praising language for Joel, hands free orgasm, premature ejaculation, Choking

18+ ONLY

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"Shhhhhh. You're doing so well."

He swallows a thick wad of spit that had been pooling under his tongue. The chair creaks as he shifts uncomfortably while you drag the riding crop softly over his angry member.

Joel grits his teeth, only barely peeking at the way the leathered end teases his slit before he's leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I didn't bind you for a reason," you say calmly. He steadies his breathing, focuses on your voice and not the sensation of your touch.

A painful lash strikes his bear chest again unexpectedly, making him yelp. It burns red across his breastbone. Searing into his flesh along with the previous ones whose ebbed sting had only just dulled moments ago.

"What do we say?"

"Th-thank you, Mistress."

He clenches his unbound fists against the arm rests again.

There's physically nothing stopping him from standing up, ripping the riding crop out of your hand and throwing you to the floor, taking his pent up arousal and pain out on you. The only thing that's keeping his naked ass in the chair, cock stiff and weeping between his legs and hands veering on sheer willpower kept to their sides is the desire to make amends.

You had told him numerous times to stop abandoning his patrol partner in favor of wolfing it alone. And today once again he didn't listen, nearly being surprised by a raider group had it not been for Tommy's team being within a 50 yard radius at the time.

He didn't learn when you told him. Didn't listen to you. Didn't understand why you needed him to obey.

And you couldn't explain to him why it'd break you if something were to happen to him.

So instead,

He was going to learn the consequences of his mistakes.

In a different way.

Wack! Another whip, this time right across his nipple.

"AUUghH! Haahh!" Joel groans through watered eyes, gulping away his short breaths. He lurches forward, mouth agape, blinking away his near tears and shaking his head. His cock mocked him. Pulsing in desperation to be touched, to have mercy as a drooly bead of precum gathers at his slit.

"Please," he whines quietly.

"Hmm?" You grip his throat and push him back flush against the chair, staring down at him. "Did you say something?"

He shakes his head quickly, avoiding your eyes in humiliation.

But your fingers pressed around his esophagus tighten threateningly.

"I asked you a question. Did. You. Say. Something. "

"P-p- please" he hums again weakly.

"Please what, baby boy?"

His cock twitches in response. "Mmmmmm. More."

"More?"

He should ask for you to touch his cock. He wants it more than anything. More than water or love, or ice to his sore nipples. But he's learning good because the words that escape him only make you prouder:

"More--hit me more."

You laugh maliciously. The riding crop comes down on his inner thigh, just barely grazing his balls.

Joel shakes in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back to the whites, teetering on the edge, his body truly unsure what it's supposed to be feeling. You roll the crop over his cock again, up and down the underside, tracing the bulging angry veins while his lips quiver with a smirk, his body tight and tense from your control.

He wants to fist his cock. Wants to to push you down and gag you with his dick, ram into your throat until you're passing out. He wants you to take his balls in your mouth as he pumps himself and spills all over your face in creamy white, marking you, claiming you.

"You have such good manners today," you praise. 

He nods enthusiastically. He USED to want those things, but fuck. He wants to be your good boy even more.

And when you bring the crop down hard right across his balls, he's singing praises through his smiling moans, his cock twitching freely and giving way, shooting  hot ropes of cum into the air, right into his open lips and over the red markings of his chest. His body shakes violently through his delicious yet illegal orgasm.

He's feeling so fucking good now when you tut him in disapproval.

"Looks like you clearly need another lesson in discipline."

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[sereneres]

sick. (sort of) ⁰

k. chaewon & m. sakura x 6th member!reader / 0.7k

summary. — in which you’re sick enough to have one (1) bead of sweat roll down the side of your face.

warnings. — eunchae pops in and then disappears / i wrote a majority of this at midnight lol, i am not sick.

you’re sick.

so sick that you felt like you were going to die in the next few seconds if a doctor didn’t come and–

“you don’t feel warm.” chaewon murmured, her hand placed on your forehead. “you’re also not red, nor are you sweating.” she then moved her hand to the side of your neck, her brows furrowed as she stared at you. “are you sure you’re sick?”

okay, well, maybe you weren’t that sick—at least, you weren’t so sick that you needed a doctor to come and fix you—but it wasn’t like you weren’t not sick either.

“i don’feel okay.” you slur, wincing when you feel your head pound. “everythin’ hurts.”

chaewon, frowning, sighs and moves to remove her hand from your throat, only for you to take it and press your cheek against her palm.

“‘nnie, you’re s’warm…” you mutter, eyes drifting shut oh so slowly. “‘rey’sureyou’n’sick?”

the older girl purses her lips, her frown deepening as she gently shook you awake, causing you to whine. “yn, please try and stay awake. you can’t take medicine if you aren’t.”

“medicine?” just hearing the word is enough to make you snap awake. “wh’ch medicine? ‘s it the one tha’ tastes goo’ or the one that tastes supa’ bitta’?”

“neither of them taste good or bitter, yn.” she says, sighing. “both of them are supposed to be sweet just so that kids can eat it without whining, but–”

“what’s going on here?”

the two of you turned your heads to the door—well, more like chaewon did. you had just slowly spun in your chair until you were somewhat facing the door—where the oldest of the six of you stood.

“hi ‘nnie!” you greeted, slugishly waving your hand at the older girl. “wh’nd yu’ge’here?”

she blinks, making you blink back at her, if not a little bit slowly. “what?”

“she’s asking, ‘when did you get here?’” chaewon translated, giving you a weirded-out look when you let out a not-so-quiet giggle at the thought of needing a translator to translate your perfectly understandable—and definitely not slurred—words. “and to answer your question, ynnie is sick. sort of.”

“sort of?” eunchae—where the hell did she come from?—asked, popping out from behind sakura—oh.—with an unimpressed look on her face. “how is someone ‘sort of sick’?”

“have you taken her temperature yet?” sakura asked, her lips pursed.

chaewon shook her head, her brows furrowed. “i haven’t, but she doesn’t feel all that warm, she isn’t red, and she isn’t sweating.”

“but ‘m sweating.” you pouted, pointing at what you’re pretty sure is a bead of sweat on the side of your face. “see?”

“yn isn’t warm, she isn’t red, but she is sweating.” chaewon amended. satisfied by the correction, you give your leader a gummy smile and, to your delight, she returns it with a small smile of her own.

“…let’s just bring her to the kitchen.” sakura decided with a sigh. “the thermometer should be in a drawer somewhere in there and if she is actually sick, she’ll take some medicine and go straight back to bed.”

“and if she isn’t?”

“y’h!” you slur, opening your eyes as wide as you could. “wh’if ‘m n’sick?”

“then we’ll make her breakfast and hope that her ‘sort of’ sickness doesn’t make her throw up.” sakura said, her lips pressed into a thin line. “and in the event that she does throw up, we’ll hope that she throws up on anywhere—the toilet would be more preferable but we both know she’s not going to make it there—but herself.”

“th’s hr’sh.” you mutter sulkily. “‘can to’ally m’ke ‘t t’th’toil’t.”

chaewon sighs in exasperation, though the amused smile on her lips gives her away. “yn, we have no idea what you’re saying.”

“hmph!”

(spoiler: you ended up kneeling in front of the toilet an hour or so later with kazuha holding your hair up and yunjin cooing in your ear. sakura and chaewon were busy cleaning up your throw up on the floor—thankfully tiled—while eunchae was in her room, having been sent away after nearly throwing up herself after seeing you throw up.)

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Deceiving the Duke | 1 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader length: 2.5k of 30k words | 1st of 9 chapters summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you. tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

You knew Camie had done something terrible before you’d even opened the note.

It lay there on her pillow, addressed to her mother in her horrendously girlish hand, a riot of wild loops and curlicues.

Camie had gotten into enough trouble over the years that you recognized when she was trying to obscure her misdeeds under aggressively elaborate flourishes of ink. And with the volume of ink on this letterface—coupled with the fact that it was the letter in her bed, rather than the girl herself–it could only mean the message within was going to be her biggest misdeed of them all.

Your first instinct was to hide it–stuff the letter away up the chimney flue, where it would hopefully crisp and burn, never to be read by human eyes. Specifically by Mrs. Utsushimi, who was prone to even more exaggerated fits than Camie. If she never read it, she’d never be able to spiral into the dramatics you were certain would follow on its heels.

In your years of service to the Utsushimi family, you’d learned only too well how her theatrics usually ended with a mess of new things for you to mend–spilled tea to soak out of the table linens, runny eye powder to wash out of her handkerchiefs, dress collars in need of restitching after she tore them, clutching dramatically at her breast.

Camie was usually the root cause of the high dudgeon, though she was usually here to make amends to you afterwards. But now, you knew she’d never return permanently to this house. You knew the letter meant the end.

Things would be even worse, though, were Mrs. Utsushimi to be given no explanation for Camie’s disappearance, left to her own devices and flights of fancy. There would most certainly be talk of rogues and pirates and highwaymen, and you’d be sent to fetch the police.

So instead of squirreling the letter away, you carried it down to the morning room, your stomach churning.

Mrs. Utsushimi was predictably overwrought, her eyes growing wide as she snatched it from you.

“Kidnapped!” She sobbed as she opened it over the breakfast table, reaching her conclusion before the letter had even fully come unfolded. “Camie’s been kidnapped!”

You carefully suppressed the eyeroll you might have once given Camie over her mother’s head.

Camie was missing, but she had most certainly not been kidnapped.

As a maid, you didn’t have much background in the kidnapping business, but you rather thought that any criminal worth their salt might have targeted a family of more means than the Utsushimis—who were well to-do, but untitled, and living off a stipend that did not extend itself much beyond the daily upkeep of three women.

Any criminal progressing through the house would be able to tell that the majority of the Utsushimi’s belongings were concentrated in their sitting room, so as to appear well-off to any visitors, but the rest of the house was starkly barren of almost any decor. The Utsushimis’ jewels sparkled prettily by candlelight but a close inspection would reveal them to be paste, and the retention of only two household staff–yourself and a cook—would have made it clear to even the most inexperienced criminal that the Utsushimis had no funds with which to ransom a kidnapped daughter.

The note itself was also a giveaway. You doubted a kidnapper with any dignity would dare address the letter face with: Sweet Mumsy, please don’t be angry.

Finally, there was the fact that Camie had been in love with Lord Inasa Yoarashi since they were children to contend with. A note left in the dead of night announcing their elopement and subsequent honeymoon on the continent–to give Mrs. Utsushimi time to calm down, you suspected–was not entirely unexpected.

“She’s not been kidnapped, mama,” the eldest Miss Utsushimi said–Caroline, the only voice of reason in the Utsushimi household. “She’s with Lord Inasa, and you know he will take good care of her.”

“Take good care of her?” Mrs. Utsushimi echoed in disbelief. “What good can come of this? She’ll be ruined!”

Caroline shook her head. “The town will talk, but you know Camie, and you know Lord Inasa. They will be good for one another. And Lord Inasa has the means to ignore the ton–she’ll want for nothing.”

“Then what of us?” Mrs. Utsushimi cried. “What of your prospects? Already in your second season. A younger sister, wedded before you, and a history of scandal in the family? Caroline, you know very well this means no proper gentleman will have you now!”

Caroline paused, as Mrs. Utsushimi buried another sob in her handkerchief. Even you shifted awkwardly in the doorway, feeling slightly guilty.

A younger sister married off before the eldest would suggest something was wrong with Caroline, that she somehow might be damaged goods. And an elopement in the family would cast suspicions on Caroline’s own purity.

You didn’t like Caroline as much as you liked Camie, who had always been so free with her affections, even to the servants. You and Camie were of an age, and she’d taken to you immediately when you’d first come to the family as a specky teenager, desperately seeking a job to support your family. Camie had taught you to read, taught you card games, snuck you refreshments out of family dinners, and unabashedly gifted you many of her own ribbons and trinkets as she outgrew them, much to the dour disapproval of her mother.

Caroline had been somewhat more aloof, comparatively, clearly more aware of your status as a servant. But she had always been polite nevertheless, and she had definitively looked the other way whenever she caught you and Camie at your hijinks.

You did not think that Caroline, standoffish as she was, deserved the fate Camie had all but sealed for her. You counted Camie your closest friend, but even you could see this had been thoughtless of her.

You gathered yourself together, making an awkward noise like the clearing of your throat to get their attention.

“That’s only if they are seen,” you said, trying to sound reassuring, and also like it was at all your place to interject. “And as Camie’s not had her first season yet no one will recognize her.” You hoped you sounded confident in this.

Privately, you thought Camie was as unsubtle as six baboons riding a tiger dressed in petticoats playing the trombone–and the combination of Camie and Lord Yoarashi would be even worse. But no one knew Camie on sight, considering this season was meant to be her debut into society, and as long as she didn’t talk, the Utsushimi family might, just might, be saved from scandal.

“And what are people to think if she doesn’t debut this year?” Mrs. Utsuhshimi demanded, swiping a scone off the breakfast tray and buttering it angrily. “I’ve already announced the Monomas’ ball this week as her coming out. People will start talking if she’s not present.”

“She’s taken ill,” you supplied. “Perhaps she’s been sent to stay with a cousin while she recovers.”

“The ball is two nights from now, and I’ve still got an order in for her dresses, due to arrive this afternoon. I’ve made no mention of their being unnecessary until now.” Mrs. Utsushimi looked put out. “People will talk if the illness is so sudden. And what if they think Caroline a vector of the same disease?”

It went unsaid that Caroline could ill afford to be avoided. Especially not now that her efforts would need to be redoubled, to be married before news broke of Camie’s own nuptials.

You wracked your brain for a solution as the two women breakfasted. Illness was a no, pretending as though Camie hadn’t actually been meant to debut was a no…“Perhaps…if Camie did debut…..” you said, thinking aloud.

If they could feign an illness just long enough to recall her, and send her to subsequent events as though she were not already married…

Mrs. Utsuhimi’s sniffles seized in her nose. “If she—how would she debut now, girl?”

But it was probably far too late to recall Camie, and you could only guess where she’d be. Even if you could dispatch someone to collect her, you thought she would probably never agree to participate in the Season, far too put out and having been denied her adventure.

You’d have to think of something else.

“No, it’s silly–” you started to say, but Mrs. Utsushimi cut you off with a dramatic gasp.

“That’s it!” She cried. “No one knows Camie—and if we can get Caroline married off before the plot is revealed…”

You stared at her. What plot? Hadn’t you only now discussed how excuses might damage Caroline’s reputation? And what married off? Where were you supposed to find her a bridegroom at this hour?

But Mrs. Utsushimi quickly clarified the depths of her insanity. “It’ll have to be you. Anyone else might be talked into betraying her.”

You blinked. What would have to be you? That sounded almost like—

“We’ll have to alter her dresses–well, you will–and Caroline will have to imbue you with some etiquette, of course. I don’t suppose Camie left any of her jewels, did she? If not, you might borrow a few of my pastes–”

You dropped the silverware you’d been rearranging, the fork plopping into the butter with a flat little spat noise.

“You mean—impersonate Camie?” You blurted, mind suddenly reeling. “At—in public?”

“Well we certainly don’t need it here,” Mrs. Utsushimi said shortly, waving her handkerchief impatiently.

You took comfort in the expression on Caroline’s face, a horrified gape of her pert mouth that mirrored your own shock. “Mama,” she started, but her mother waved her off.

“Mrs. Utsushimi—ma’am—I couldn’t. That’s not—”

“Hush, hush,” Mrs. Utsushimi said, looking impatient. “It’s just until Caroline finds a husband. We’ll be uncovered, eventually, but Caroline will already be matched by then, and her virtues proven upon consummation.”

Caroline looked uncomfortable.

You too, could not think of a woman who might like to start her married life off on such a deception. Your heart twinged at her predicament.

But of course this entire scheme could not play out this way. You definitely could not pretend to be Camie. Not only because it was an idea so insane it beggared belief, not only because you were sure to be the least convincing gentlewoman of all time, but also because there was no benefit to you.

If the scheme was revealed, which it would be as soon as Camie returned from the continent and was decidedly a different person than the girl who’d flitted in and out of parties all season—you would be caught out. Propriety would obviously demand you be dismissed from the Utsushimi household, no matter how complicit the Utsushimis themselves were in the scandal, and you’d never work again in this town.

And besides taking care of yourself, you had parents in the countryside who needed looking after, and your wage, meager as it was, was essential to their upkeep.

“I can’t do it,” you said firmly, catching Mrs. Utsushimi’s eye. “I am sorry.”

Mrs. Utsushimi’s face pulled into annoyance, flapping her handkerchief dramatically at you. “Of course you can, I’ve just laid out the plan—”

“I mean that I have to look out for myself, ma’am. When I’m uncovered, you’d have to dismiss me, and I won’t have a job to go to next. I need the money for my family.”

Mrs. Utsushimi hummed, taking a thoughtful sip of her tea. Her eyes narrowed at you over the rim of the cup, and her voice emerged slightly muffled. “You mean you’d do it, otherwise? If your wages are taken care of?”

You blinked. “I—well, possibly—I’d need to consider…”

Mrs. Utsuhimi hummed again, twisting her handkerchief in her fingers. She was quiet for a long moment, staring at you with an intensity that had you squirming uncomfortably.

Finally, she made a pronouncement.

“While you are in between jobs, I will pay you a stipend of your regular wages,” she said. “I will also secure additional reimbursement from Camie’s new husband. Lord Inasa would think nothing of giving it.” This you knew to be true, from the little you’d interacted with him. More money than sense, that man. But generous, too, and fairly good-natured.

“And if you are unable to find work,” Mrs. Utsushimi continued, “I will ensure that Camie will secure you a place in her new household.”

Your heart warmed.

That sounded true enough. Already embroiled in scandal herself, and your friend besides, Camie would think nothing of giving you a place in her home. And given the judgmental nature of the ton, it was improbable she would be entertaining from her social set for quite some time, meaning you would likely never have the uncomfortable experience of waiting on someone you’d once duped.

It sounded foolproof—well, as foolproof as a plan that was foolish by its very nature could be.

It was utterly hare-brained…but if it meant money, and a place in Camie’s new home…

There was just the matter of you being convincing enough to pass as a member of Musutafu’s gentry.

You’d spent enough time with Camie to affect some of her genteel mannerisms, but there would be all manner of things you’d only heard tell of that you’d have to familiarize yourself with. How dance cards worked, the steps of dances themselves, affecting an educated conversation, which silverware pieces to use at the table—all of it sounded overwhelming.

With only a few days to prepare, you didn’t know if you could do it.

As if she sensed your hesitation, Caroline leaned forward at the other end of the table. She looked as though she still had doubts–you certainly did–-but you sensed a bit of resolve in her, as well. There was only so much a lady of her station could do–and she did need to marry well.

This was for her benefit.

“I’ll…help you,” she said, giving a tight, but genuine smile. “If we…if we really are doing this. We can start lessons after breakfast, and I will show you everything I know.”

You nodded, and Mrs. Utsushimi gave an artful wave of her handkerchief.

“Then it’s settled,” she pronounced, in tones that sounded terribly final. “For the next few months, you will be Camie.”

Your stomach turned over with a sudden bout of nerves. It meant risking everything about your current situation–and it would mean a new life in just a few months.

“A hundred pounds, I think, would be suitable?” Mrs. Utsushimi said, as though she could read your hesitation.

A hundred pounds. Enough to keep your parents comfortably for a few years, if you were smart about it. Enough that it was worth the potential risks.

And that settled it.

You would do it. You would be Camie. You would deceive the ton—all the lords, ladies, dukes and duchesses.

Or you would risk it all trying.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader

[mellowmagnolia]

Lol, just imagine Belphegor who develops a revenge kink. Revenge directed at him. Or more like degradation kink but with revenge as the main theme.

He wants MC to be brutal and unforgiving. To use him as their own personal toy. Use him as they please, when they please. Because now he will submit thanks to his guilt. He will show MC what a good boy he has become. That he is now docile and ready to do everything that's asked of him.

POV: Belphegor is eaten by guilt so much after what he's done to them that now after realizing the crush he's had on MC from their very first meeting he wants to be choked by them while they ride him.

Ahahaa I have so many scenarios in my head!

So below is some smut with AFAB/feminine reader, no/neutral pronouns + mommy kink so be warned 👋

Belphegor kept watching you from a safe distance ever since "the attic incident". You were reluctant to treat him like you did the others in fear of a reaction from him. Sure, everyone was supposed to make peace and move on, preferably forget what had happened. But both you and Belphegor knew that was easier said than done. The weeks following that chain of events, everyone seemed to be under the mutual agreement that no one will ever mention that again. Although the tension could be felt at mealtimes, or whenever you and Belphie were in the same room, no one seemed to let out a whisper of that day.

Belphegor felt like he was in a hell of his own making. He desperately wanted to get closer to you, but didn't know how. And he felt this pressure building up and not relenting in the slightest whenever another day has gone by without speaking to you. He really wanted to make amends. He wanted to explain to you how in a strange and ironic sort of way, he started liking you long before he did the unforgivable to you. Not even two encounters in, and he started feeling the tell tale sign of a crush developing.

He started to like your little talks. He started to look forward to them. Granted, there was not much to be done in the long breaks between your conversations, but that wasn't just boredom. No, he started to take notice of how your RAD uniform was hugging your figure. How your skirt rode up just slightly when you sat down so you could chill with him by the door. He loved your laugh whenever you recounted something funny that happened that day. He loved that you were genuine in wanting to help him and his family. So one would then naturally ask: what was he thinking when he strangled you if he already liked you?

Well, that's a little bit more complicated to try and explain for him. You see, he never expected you to be able to open that door. And as he was taking his usual nap, his dreams got interrupted by nightmares of the war. Then you came and interrupted those nightmares by calling his name. He was shocked to say the least. Waking up in a cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on you, and in an instant a wave of emotions came flooding. You were sweet, yes, but you were also a reminder of his cause of suffering. How could he start developing feelings for you? His head was spinning. He felt like he was betraying Lilith with his little crush. He felt like he was responsible for her death all over again.

And that was the moment he striked. Seeing red, his pulse was throbbing in his ears as his hands kept squeezing around your throat. He felt a crush, but he kept going. It's like his muscles were refusing to cooperate. His fingers kept themselves locked. And then he realized the noises you were making stopped. And that you sat there, limp, held up only by his hands. He felt his stomach drop and a cold sweat forming on his brow. Your mouth hung open and your lifeless eyes were staring at the ceiling. He couldn't process yet. He didn't want to admit he did that. Belphegor tossed your body down the stairs, where it landed with a loud thud. Footsteps came rushing in, all his brothers were coming in to see what caused the commotion.

The demon sat still, hearing little more than his own labored breath. He felt several pairs of eyes on him. It was fear and disbelief he was feeling. But he couldn't let that show. He needed to play it cool, perhaps that would help them forget about it faster. Here and there, between his own racing thoughts, he could hear his brothers addressing him. He put on his act, like he rehearsed in his head just a few seconds before, when his mind was going a mile a minute. He could hear Mammon sobbing. He had to say something. What came out of his mouth was not in accordance with his feelings. Not even a little. But he had to do this in hopes they'll forget, forget about MC and forget about the whole exchange program. For the best of all. And after a couple of minutes, which felt like an eternity of suffering and desperation, to the surprise of everyone, there you stood, alive and unharmed, next to the vanishing clone that Mammon was gripping in his arms.

Now Belphegor was at a loss on how to mend your relationship. He could start by trying to spend more time with you. Always with another brother of his nearby, though. He understood your reluctance. But he couldn't help but be a little selfish. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to have a moment with you, one where he could pour his heart out to you and tell you how sorry he felt. But the timing was never right. And after several days of trying to control this pressure that was threatening to spill and make a mess, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

It was 1 a.m. and he chose to sleep in the attic that night, in hopes that the added peace of mind of a familiar place would lull him to sleep. That seemed to have the opposite effect. His mind refused to shut up, thoughts circling the same subject: you. With a huff, he got up and grabbed his favorite pillow. His feet seemed to lead him to your door. He chewed on his bottom lip. He knew this was not the best idea. It seemed like too much, too all of a sudden. Yet he couldn't stop his hand from reaching for your door handle and turning it.

As he half-opened the door to your bedroom, he could see the warm light of your bedside lamp contrasting with the blue light of your DDD, as you sat there, scrolling Devilgram. He cleared his throat. Your head turned abruptly in his direction, eyes widened in surprise. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He raised his left arm in a non-threatening manner and gave you a little awkward wave. You locked your DDD and sat upright.

"Belphegor? What's up?" You asked, eyebrows raised in concern. "Can't sleep?"

"Something like that..." Was his croaked out reply. Damn, he knew this was stupid. Yet he did it anyway. Typical.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." You continued, unsure. Frankly, you didn't know what to do in this scenario. You two have talked very little since the incident. Normally, if it were any other brother, you'd offer to keep them company, be it in your room or their own. But since this was Belphegor, you felt lost.

"Can I..." He started, hand nervously now fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Can we talk?"

That took you by surprise. You felt like this moment would eventually come, but you kept postponing the thought until later. Well, that moment came now and you felt unprepared for such a serious conversation. Yet, you gave a small smile and patted the top of your bedsheets.

"Yeah, sure. Take a seat!" Your tone sounded more cheerful than you have intended, especially given the subject of the conversation you're going to approach, and you felt like slapping yourself.

"Right." His gaze fell to the ground as he approached your bed with measured steps, carefully sitting down next to you. He only dared to take his eyes off your futon for a brief moment, to look into your eyes, and that was enough to knock the wind out of him. You looked at him with big, glossy eyes in anticipation of your talk. He took a sharp inhale in, playing with the zipper on his pillow cover.

"So", he sighed "I know I'm really bad at this, but, can we talk about what happened that day?" He held bis breath and felt his muscles tense awaiting your response.

"Sure. What about that day?" That question came out a little trembled. Shit. You had to be careful. Just the mere thought of that day made you want to cry. And you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him.

"I-I" he cleared his throat again. "I never really apologized to you. Like... properly. I'm sorry, MC. I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused you. I'm sorry for being so cruel and insensitive. I'm so ashamed of what I did a-and I don't know if I can ever make things right with you but I'd love to try!" Belphegor desperately let it all out in one breath. He felt like if you were to interrupt him, he could never manage to get it all out. He wanted to make sure you understood.

And all you did was twist your body so you could face him better. It was hard to keep your tears from spilling. But you refused to wipe your eyes unless absolutely necessary. You just looked in his eyes. And Belphie felt like breaking down in a million pieces. You looked so sad, so...betrayed by his past actions. He broke in a fit of sobs. Instinctively, your arms found their way around him. Squeezing him to your chest as you couldn't contain your tears anymore. You both sat there crying, shaking with your sobs. Belphie returned the embrace. He clung to you just like Mammon did after the incident. Oh, the irony, he thought. You were real, you were here and he was so, so sorry and so, so grateful that Barbatos found a loophole to bring you back to life so he has the chance to apologize and repent.

After a while, you both loosened your grip on each other and made eye contact. Belphegor felt so vulnerable now, still in your arms, forehead lifted from its place at your chest to meet your eyes. You felt a tenderness towards him come over you at that moment. He looked so small and fragile compared to the big bad demon who haunted your nightmares. You wiped his left cheek with your thumb and gave him a shaky smile. And he didn't know what came over him in that moment. He set his palms down by your sides and lifted his head so his lips could kiss yours. Your eyes widened in shock but soon enough you found yourself melting into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He felt emboldened, deepening the kiss. And you felt the same, bringing one hand to close around the hairs at his nape and slowly, gently, pushing him down so he could lay on his backside. You straddled his lap to break your fall and broke the kiss in the process.

"Please" he spoke, through pants "Please punish me. Take your revenge on me!" His whispers were breathless and desperate, his chest rising and falling rapidly, heartbeat in his ears as blood was violently rushing to his face.

You felt a bit taken by surprise by his request. But you were willing to oblige, albeit you didn't know how to start your "punishment".

"If that's what you wish..." you trailed off as you raised his shirt, exposing his nipples. You started kissing him again, now with more fervor, and he happily returned your kisses, letting you take control with your tongue. You started becoming aware of his growing erection as you bucked your hips into him and his breath hitched, making a small noise. You found that cute and endearing, so you kept kissing him lower and lower down his jaw, towards his neck, licking at his pulsing jugular all while keeping the friction between your bodies going. His breathing grew more and more laboured, on the verge of moaning.

It felt surreal to you. As if the roles were reversed and this time you were the predator and he was the prey. At last, your lips reached his left nipple, giving it a gentle suck and a lick. His hips spine curled and his hips bucked into you.

"Ah, yes mommy!" For a moment, everything seemed to screech to a halt. Your eyes snapped to his and all you could hear was both of your ragged breaths. He felt like dying inside. It was too early for that, he knew it, but his horny mouth seemed to have a mind of its own at this point. Instead, you smirked and started kissing lower down his belly, following his happy trail to his now tenting pants. You gently lifted the elastic and removed both the pyjama pants and his boxers in one go.

He felt so sensitive, that just being exposed to the air made his cock twitch. But he was grateful his earlier slip up didn't seem to ruin the mood. Now your wet mouth started exploring his length, beginning from a kiss to the tip and a lick to his underside. Then, carefully holding him from the base with your hand, you took him gently in your mouth. Belphie already felt like fireworks were going off behind his eyelids as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You prepped him like this, sucking him off for a while, and when you felt satisfied, you took your mouth off him and just when the demon felt like missing the loss of your mouth, he felt you position your slick hole above him. He sat there wordless, holding his breath as you started to push him into your entrance. It felt like pure bliss. Your warm walls embraced his length and gave him a squeeze when he was up to the hilt.

"Good boy!" You praised and he felt his cock twitch again, feeling like he's ready to burst from those two words alone. Then you started moving slowly, gently lifting off his lap and moving your hips in circles when you had him fully inside. The pleasure was dizzying. He felt his hands jump to your hips and he thrust upwards. A little surprised, high pitched moan came out of your mouth. He did that again, only to ellicit the same response. Then again, until he eventually found a rhythm, making you bounce on his lap. You were too far gone to say anything anymore. His thrusts hit your spongy spot so well, that it made you wish the sex would never end.

In a sudden movement, he took a hold of you and spun you so that you were the one now lying on their back. His cock still inside you, he took the time to admire you and brush his fingers over your nipples through the soft fabric of your nightshirt, only to lift it up and latch his mouth around a breast, while the other hand was occupied with gently twisting your nipple. Your spine arched into his mouth.

"I'll make you feel so good, mommy!" It came out a little muffled since he wasn't willing to let go of your breast to speak. He started thrusting again, and you felt him so deep you could swear his tip was kissing your cervix. You could only moan and grab a hold of his horns in response, pulling at his hair in the process. Wait, when did he transform? It didn't matter now, all you could focus on was indeed how good he was making you feel.

"I'll be your obedient lapdog, mommy! I'll be your living dildo, whatever you please. So please, please forgive me!" His dirty talk made your mind reel. You never thought he'd be capable of uttering these words. Especially to you. But it made your stomach flutter at the thought of him wanting to be forgiven so bad he'd degrade himself like that. And to be frank, you were kind of digging it. Before you could give it more thought, you found yourself speaking as well.

"Yes baby, fuck mommy just like that!" That seemed to be all he needed to keep going with renewed vigor, making your walls clench as his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. You couldn't hold your orgasm much longer and Belphegor felt that in the tighening around his cock. With a sudden powerful thrust, you were sent over the edge as your hole started fluttering around his length, which is all Belphegor needed to spill inside of you as well. He let himself fall to your side, your sticky bodies locking in an embrace, the only sounds in the room being your labored breaths as you were trying to recover. Maybe Belphie's new kink was something you could work with.

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And that's it folks. Couldn't bring myself to make MC actually degrade him but I think I made Belphie compensate for that though. Hope you enjoyed it ;P

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me belphegor #obey me smut #obey me belphegor smut

[silvershiningtarot]

🌅Pac 18+: How Do Your Next Partner Feel About You Romantically?

Take a moment to inhale and exhale these are only three piles. Remember this is a general reading. This is about how they feel about you romantically and what's going on between you and your partner. Enjoy 💋💋😭

Pile 1: Your partner is going to be secretly seeing you. If some of y’all okay with that. They would like to keep things private with you. I feel that romantically they'll be gentle and sweet to you in private but sometimes when they are in private they act all differently in public. I heard “They aren't ready yet” So they aren't ready to be out in public with you yet. Again, if some of y'all are okay with that then cool. Both of you will be hanging out with some rich folk. I heard They'll be introduced you to some of their friends and their business friends. I believe that some of y'all partners are good boys. Meaning that they are a soft daddy. They'll take care of you whenever you're feeling down. Or if you have a bad cold. They'll show you a whole other side of themselves that nobody else hasn't seen before. Ahh! A lot of their friends and family will be going to their house. They'll be quick to introduce you to their friends and family. I believe that their family will like you. Because they care about their Daughter or Son is happy. Honestly, feel that most of you won't be liking that secret shit so you might keep this partner as a friend zone. Just hang out with them. They'll have deeply romantic feelings for you. See! They'll be disappointed in hurting your feelings. They'll make amends with you. I think that they won't be shy about telling the world after you put them in a friend zone for a minute. I know it sounds wack as hell. Ahh! They'll love that you are such a businesswoman. You don't play! Very bossy you are. Yes! I think that some of you again will be private girlfriends. There's a difference between secret and private. Aww, I think that you two will have y'all first toast together. Cheers 🥂. If you two decide to get married, I believe that some of you will be a public wifey. Doing a lot of crazy shit. Haha 😂 love it. But they'll have a whole different perspective when y'all are married. But maybe, Gemini or Virgo season will be important around the summertime. Must be important. Maybe, they'll confess their romantic feelings for you. Or they'll tell the world that you guys are together. Maybe, some of you are going to have a Themed Wedding 💍 with them. Very cultural wedding. maybe, it is a family tradition thing. 🤷🏾‍♀️. You'll be dealing with a Pretty Boy who will fall in love with a spiritual woman. So you might be dealing with a partner who is a bad boy. Boo 👻! Lame but anyways, maybe, some of you guys are spiritual and they'll love that about you. I told you they'll make it official with you. They'll randomly give you a nickname. I heard them say “That's My Babe Right There.” Very Fliritous they are. Tattoos vibes maybe, they'll get your name tatted on their skin or a symbol of you that you like. They'll be possessive over you. Mister! Wooo 🌟🌟💋. You'll be dealing with a dominant partner. Maybe, that's the other side of them. They are trustworthy and they'll take care of their mistress. Making sure you have a smile on your face. Aww 😍😍. How romantic they are? Since some of you are a businesswoman you'll be modeling for your partner product. Maybe, they sell skincare creams or do magazine covers or whatever it is they would want your face on their product. Again, non-exclusive this is a low-key relationship they would want to keep it that way. But I do feel that most of you, again, would want a public relationship because again, I believe that you don't play that shit. I don't play that either. I think that you would want to keep things private but still tell the world you guys are together. They wouldn't mind that for most of you. Both of you will push each other buttons. Your partner will be stubborn and so will you. This is a new excitement love you and your partner. It's going to be worth exploring with them. They would want to nurture you and comfort you. Compromise with you. You two have an unbreakable bond. Nothing is going to change between you and them. I sense that they are deeply falling in love with you. I think that some of you will be enjoying Parenthood.

Think that some of you guys will be pregnant. Or want to get pregnant. I sense that maybe they have a breeding kink. They would want you to get pregnant for them.

Pile 2: They’ll feel that you are their starlight. I feel that before you get romantically involved with them or vice versa they might have a kid or just like a neighbor kid. I feel that whenever you guys into a bad argument it is going to be hard to let go of them and vice versa. I heard that they might want to rush to be in a relationship with you. That's how isn't going to work. Both of you are going to have to take y'all time. They feel that you two have a true purpose together. They are going to be the PUBLIC BOYFRIEND. Ah ah! They'll be telling everyone about it. They aren't afraid to express their emotions with you. They'll love that you are their girl. Even when the first time you meet them they'll be pulling you over. Whenever you guys are in a relationship too. Aww, they feel that you two are a match made in heaven 😇 together. You two will have a BBQ Night together. Bringing friends and family over and spending the nice holidays together. I think that your partner is a submissive man. If you guys get married they'll be the Gater Toss for any single man that's out there who's next in line to be married. 👏🏾👏🏾. Your gonna be such a good girl to them and they'll be so captive by your beauty, love, and how soft-spoken you are. They'll be crazy about you. I heard them say “ I am the luckiest man in the world whenever I am around you.” You two will have that old-fashioned type of love. First comes Love then comes marriage and then baby carriage. Lol 😂 Yay 👏🏾 I'm happy that's how they feel about you. Oh, so you might jump the broom while you married them. It's going to be the greatest memory you both will share. That is unforgettable. They'll be romantically involved with you. They'll be off the market with anyone who tries to come at your boyfriend. It's going to be love, at first sight, 🔦 with them. They'll tell their close friends. You are their hope and destiny. They would want a happy life with you. Oh! I see that you two will have very healthy communication. It won't be bad. Y’all won't be disrespectful to each other. Y’all will be honest with each other. Listening to each other, being respectful and kind to each other. Aww, your partner will feel that you made them who they are. Like you two bring out the best in each other.

Pile 3: This partner would want a commitment ceremony. It's a spiritual ceremony 🏆 they would want with you. They would want a union marriage. I can see them imagining y'all wedding together. A white string of fate. I am seeing a beach both of you were wearing all white and both knees were on the ground in the sand and I am seeing the White string tied around y'all wrists. Aww, not right now it isn't going to work out. I believe that it got something to do with you. Or right now there's still a healing needs to be with you guys. Once you guys heal enough, you two will say goodbye to old burdens Thank You, Next! Once your partner is involved with you they'll buy a promise ring. They'll be the private husband. Their friends are going to help them on their date with you. It might happen around Scorpio season. Or again, Scorpio season might be important for y'all. Okay, you'll be the private girlfriend. You would want to keep things between you and your partner. Okay, well they'll love that you have an ocean pussy. Addict to your kitty cat 🐯. I think that you two will have a secret wedding 👰 nobody isn't going to know anything. Ahh! They'll be the public boyfriend. Out and about in public with you. I think you would want to keep things secret between you and your partner. Both of you will be bringing that sexy back. Being confident and stepping into divinity. Destination wedding. Woah, maybe most of you would want a colorful wedding. I think that what's going to happen is that since your partner is so publicly involved with you. You might want to keep things private. I don't blame you guys. They might be a wild one. Telling everyone y'all business. See! I was right they have a Big Mouth 👄 they'll be telling business. This type of partner feels that let's share our love to the world. That's how they feel. I am getting these free-spirited vibes from them. So it might be a roller 🎢 with you two. Going round and round ⚪ with them. Maybe, you two will have baby fever. Would want to have kids one day. But romantically they feel that you might be close off but they feel you heavily. Like deeply feeling you. Aww

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[sluttywonwoo]

instead of you [part seventeen] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, nudity, mentions of sex, mentions of recreational drugs (18+ mdni)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

this is one of my favorite chapters of the series :) and it even comes with its own playlist that you can listen to in the second half of the chapter <3 

You seated yourselves at the edge of one of the long booths that served as auditorium rows in between Jisung and Minho with Felix on the inside next to strangers. A server approached your table almost immediately with a stack of English menus. Felix ordered a round of sake for all of you before you could tell him to exclude you. You were too distracted by the dancers on stage to react in time. Blinded by tits yet again.

Music began to swell from the speakers as the next number officially started. The dancers started to move to the beat with practiced expertise, some circling poles and others waltzing into the crowd to get closer to the patrons. You watched a couple of the visitors get swept away into private rooms with a reluctant tinge of jealousy. You’d never been to a strip club before, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to see what a private dance entailed. But you also didn’t have the money for that, and you weren’t about to ask your boyfriend’s brother.

You didn’t recognize the song that was playing, but you didn’t care either way. You were far more focused on the dancers than the music that they were dancing to. Felix and Minho were having a conversation next to you, but you tuned it out.

You realized pretty quickly that you were the only woman in the audience, which earned you more attention from the performers than the other patrons. Whether they were genuinely attracted to you or just tired of the sweaty businessmen using the same pickup lines on them week after week, you weren’t sure. But you couldn’t care less.

Three of them approached your table as a server from the bar delivered the sake Felix had ordered. You took a cup and downed it instantly against your better judgment, hoping the liquid courage would live up to its name.

You could feel Minho and Felix looking at you with raised eyebrows as your best friend slash fake boyfriend just smirked from beside you. Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment as one of the women brushed her hand across your shoulders.

“Do you want some cash, baby?” he asked.

You nodded distantly, gulping. Jisung laughed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He handed you five hundred yen to give to the dancer cozying up to you and leaned back to watch with amusement.

You offered the money to the woman nervously, but she just smiled.

“You can put it here!” she said, pointing to the space where her g-string was resting against her hip.

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Your fingers trembled as you slotted the money into the elastic band, trying not to think about how she was standing above you… topless… with her ass in your face… grinning smugly down at you.

“Th-thank you,” you squeaked out once you’d given her the tip.

“No, thank you,” she responded. “I’m Yui, by the way.”

“Thank you, Yui,” you amended, not even thinking to give her your name in response.

She winked at you before rounding up her other two coworkers and making her way back to the stage. It wasn’t until she was all the way back at the front that she hadn’t so much as looked at the three boys you were with.

You usually had pretty good game when it came to women, but you were striking out horrendously. If it was this easy to fall out of practice with flirting, you wondered how bad you’d be at the end of the trip.

Jisung still looked amused, but you knew he was internally fighting his wingman instincts whilst also fighting the instinct to make fun of you for dropping the ball so fucking hard.

“That was close,” Minho mused in his brother’s direction. “Nearly, lost your girl there.”

Jisung shrugged. “Were we watching the same interaction? She could barely get two words out. I’m not worried.”

You glared at him, but he ignored you.

“The only reason y/n is dating me is because her brain short circuits every time she looks at a pretty girl. Right, babe?”

“That’s not fair,” you scoffed.

“I mean, you are dating me, aren’t you.”

“I can flirt with girls! She was just flirting with me for work and I didn’t want to be creepy.” you reasoned.

“Then how come she didn’t flirt with any of us?” Felix asked.

“Uh-”

“She’s in denial, mates, let her have this,” Jisung said softly.

The other two Hans shut up at that, but you could still tell that they were judging you as they sipped their drinks. You were pretty sure they spent the night watching you watch the dancers instead of actually watching the dancers themselves.

By the time everyone was ready to call it a night, Yui was nowhere to be seen. You figured that she had already clocked out for the night. You frowned as Jisung led you out of the club by the hand, pausing to look around the room one more time. Even if you couldn’t do anything with her because you were “with” Jisung, you still wished you could have given her your name. Maybe you could’ve gotten her Instagram.

It was the second time your faux relationship had cockblocked you on this trip, but if it wasn’t for your faux relationship you wouldn’t be on this trip in the first place. You were caught in somewhat of a catch 22.

Jisung had to keep an arm wrapped around you as you walked together to keep you steady. Despite your resolve not to drink, you’d had four or five glasses of sake throughout the course of the night, and were effectively tipsy. You gave yourself a pass since you weren’t alone with Minho this time, but you were still trying to sober up as quickly as possible.

“Watch it,” your best friend warned as you attempted to balance yourself on the curb of the road. You were still holding his hand, but leaning towards traffic a bit too far for his liking. “I will not have you getting run over in a foreign country. Your mum would kill me.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you shouted. “You’re not worried about losing the love of your life?”

“Your mother is a very intimidating woman when she’s angry!” he cried defensively.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Minho yelled, rolling his eyes at the PDA. “Cab’s here! Come on, or we’re leaving you here.”

“We’re coming, we’re coming!” Jisung called back and tugged you off the curb.

Naturally, you stumbled, but he caught you easily, bracing your body against his own.

“Come on, silly,” he said, snaking an arm around your waist.

He helped you into the backseat of the car and made sure you fastened your seatbelt. The taxi this time was a minivan so you didn’t have to be squished in between the twins, much to your relief. Your head was already pounding and you needed the space to yourself.

Felix and Minho settled into the middle seats of the van and shut the door behind them. Minho gave the driver the address of the hotel before turning to you and Jisung in the back.

“What a night, right?” he chuckled awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But not a word of this to mum and dad.”

Jisung fell asleep on the ride back, and it was you this time who was shaking him awake as soon as the car came to a stop in front of your hotel.

“We’re here,” you whispered.

He rubbed his eyes with his fists and stretched, giving his brothers a moment to get out of the car first before pushing the seat forward so that you both could climb out from the back. He led you through the lobby with a hand on the small of your back. You were still pretty tipsy from the sake, and he didn’t want to risk you tripping and falling.

You said goodnight to Minho and Felix in the elevator and parted ways for the night in the hallway. As soon as the door was shut behind you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief.

When you had checked in earlier you had barely any time to rest before going to the onsen. You had been running around nonstop all day and you were exhausted. You had another flight to catch tomorrow morning too, and you didn’t even want to think about how early you were going to have to get up for that. At least you’d sleep well tonight. You knew you would be able to rest for real, without the quiet anxiety of maintaining your performance as a couple in front of Jisung’s brothers looming in the background.

“Should we have sex tonight?” Jisung asked suddenly, flopping onto the bed next to you.

“What?”

“You know,” he nodded in the direction of his brother’s room.

You considered it for a moment. “Nah,” you decided. “I don’t want to put them through that again. It’s been a long day, and they’d probably think I’m fantasizing about that dancer while I’m riding you anyway.”

Jisung snorted. “I wouldn’t blame you. She was hot.”

“Wasn’t she?” you gasped, sitting up. “Do you think she was actually into me?”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t she have been?”

“It’s literally her job to seduce people.”

“Right. Guess we’ll never know then.”

“Jisung!” you whined.

“I’m just being realistic!”

“Well it’s bumming me out!”

“They’re open until four, we could go back. Figure out if you ”

The idea tempted you, but you brushed it off. If you had been maybe two years younger you would have given into your impulse without a second thought, but you weren’t as limber, weren’t as energetic as you used to be. Second winds didn’t come as easily to you anymore, not at your twenty-something years of age, not with your lower back pain and almost nonexistent hangover tolerance. You used to be able to go out bar hopping on back to back nights, and then show up for your eleven am class the next morning like nothing had happened. You weren’t even halfway to fifty and you felt like your body was giving up on you.

“No, we need to rest,” you insisted. “We have another flight to catch tomorrow.”

“You’re just afraid to get curved, aren’t you?”

“Maybe ignorance is bliss, ok? Maybe I want to live in a daydream world where I can believe she actually thought I was cute.”

“Fair enough.”

You pushed yourself off the bed and managed to stay balanced as you got to your feet.

“I’m going to shower,” you announced, words slurred.

Jisung nodded in acknowledgment. “I’ve got next.”

-

Everything in the Tokyo hotel room was exactly as you’d left it. You couldn’t imagine being wealthy enough to pay for a hotel room that you weren’t even staying in for a night, but you also knew that an expense like that wouldn’t even make a dent in a HYBE check.

Once you made it back, the plan for the rest of the day was to rest. Since the Hans were taking a full-day excursion to Mt. Fuji the following morning, they advised their sons to take advantage of the down time you had that afternoon.

“The last thing we want is for anyone to get sick,” Dom had said as he briefed you and the boys on the plans for the evening. You were standing in the hotel lobby, blocking the pathway to the elevators. Luckily no one was around to be inconvenienced by your group, but it still stressed you out. “You’re on your own for dinner. Let us know if you need any money.”

“What do you want to do?” Jisung asked as soon as his father was out of earshot.

“What is there to do?”

“So much.” He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Are you hungry? We could eat. Or we could nap if you’re tired.”

“I won’t get any sleep,” you reasoned, eyes flitting over to where his brothers were caught up in their own conversation.

“Okay, scratch the naps. Do you want to eat? Drink? It’s only noon, but it’s five o’clock somewhere.”

You chuckled, but shook your head. “I don’t think I should be drinking, at least not this early. Are there any galleries nearby? We can do that thing we used to do back home- minus the ‘being high’ part.”

“Pretty sure that’s a felony here,” Jisung agreed.

“I don’t even know where we’d get a joint either. It’s not like we can go around asking for a dealer- we don’t even speak Japanese.”

“You’d definitely get us thrown in jail.”

“Okay, well, are there galleries nearby or not? It won’t be as fun, but we could still kill some time.”

“Should we ask my brothers to join us?”

“Can it just be us two?” you asked, feeling a little guilty about not wanting them to tag along.

Jisung smiled and nodded. “Definitely. C’mon, let’s go.”

Sharing a pair of earbuds was a lot more intimate than you remembered it being. To be fair, when you’d done this in the past you had been blasted out of your mind, and you had been sharing Jisung’s AirPods, not an actual pair of wired earbuds.

But Jisung’s AirPods were dead and yours were in your backpack in the hotel room so you made do. You’d stopped in a convenience store to pick up the cheapest pair you could find, and then walked a couple more blocks to a place called teamLab Borderless, an art gallery Jisung had found on Google Maps.

No one gave you a second glance as you and Jisung navigated the queue up to the ticket booth, tethered together on a wire. Jisung paid the entrance fee and grabbed a map from the stand before leading you through the entrance into the main exhibits.

You were immediately overtaken by darkness, and had to squint to see a foot in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him beside you.

“I’m fine, you?”

“Peachy.”

You giggled, but didn’t say anything else, content to stand exactly where you were until your eyes adjusted. Not for the first time that day you felt in the way, like you were blocking something. But luckily, there didn’t seem to be many other visitors in the gallery.

You blinked a couple of times before realizing you were standing in a hallway. There were illuminated signs above each pathway, and light seemed to be seeping through some of the exhibits, projections mixing together and tapering off at random in the main hall where you were.

“This isn’t a normal art gallery, is it?” you whispered.

Jisung shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

You walked together into the first opening on the right and were greeted by an explosion of color. The darkness evaporated into the background as bright images were projected onto every surface in the room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling were all being used as the canvas for the projections. It was abstract, shapes and lines spilling from one wall to the next with no sense of direction. In the middle of the room, the floor sloped upwards into an uneven hill where other guests were sitting and admiring the exhibit together.

“So it’s like digital art,” you said to no one in particular.

“Looks like it.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to one of these.”

“Then it’s your lucky day,” Jisung mumbled back.

You glanced over at him and couldn’t help but grin. He was still taking it all in, mesmerized by the colors and special effects.

“Should we start?” you asked, holding up the cord to the earbuds.

He nodded. “Wanna sit on the hill?”

He offered you his arm and you took it, looping your own through it and following him over to the elevated part of the room. You found a little nook to sit in and settled there. Jisung slipped off his backpack and put it next to him, leaning back on his elbows to look up at the ceiling.

“Ladies first,” he said, nodding at his phone sitting on his lap.

You took it and unlocked it with your Face ID. The only time Jisung had ever locked you out of his phone was when he started sleeping with your lab partner and he didn’t want you to find out. You did find out, but only because he’s a shitty liar when it comes to you, and locking you out of his phone was even more suspicious than his weird behavior.

You scrolled to the Spotify app and opened it, navigating to the search page. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard hesitantly. This was a lot easier when you were high. And it was a lot easier when you were looking at a picture in a frame on a wall. You’d think finding a song that represented a piece of art would be simple when you were physically in the middle of said art, but you were blanking.

“No Mitski,” Jisung whined when he saw you typing in the familiar name. “You always pick Mitski.”

“Wha- fine then. No The Band CAMINO”

Your best friend’s jaw dropped like you had just stabbed him in the heart. “You get one Mitski song, and I get one The Band CAMINO song.”

“Deal.”

He sighed. “Play what you were gonna play.”

“No, I’ll find something else. If I only have one Mitski song I’m going to save it for something good.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “What? It’s not my fault she has a song that perfectly encapsulates every human emotion.”

“I thought you said that was Taylor Swift.”

“Her too.”

You racked your brain trying to think of a song that matched the feeling the art exhibit gave you, but you still came up short. It was hard to put into words, you decided as the colors swirled around you.

“Take your time,” Jisung said suddenly. He must’ve been able to sense that you were stressing over your decision, not that it would be hard to tell when you were tapping your foot anxiously against the floor and fretting at your thumbnail with your teeth. “This is supposed to be fun,” he reminded you.

You sat up a little straighter and nodded. He’s right, you agreed. If you couldn’t put the feeling into words yourself, then you’d pick a song that you couldn’t understand and let the music translate the sentiment for you.

“K-pop?” Jisung asked, cocking his head to the side.

“No, this is a Japanese song,” you chided. “Just shut up and listen.”

The next exhibit you visited was a room full of lanterns. They hung at different heights to give off the illusion that they were actually floating, and the lights inside flickered as if they were real candles. The lanterns changed colors at random, slowly fading in between soft pinks and blues and purples. The walls and the floor were made of mirrors, making it look like the room went on forever.

“I have the perfect song,” Jisung exclaimed, yanking the phone from your hands.

You hadn’t even found a spot to sit yet, but he was already typing in the title.

“It’s kinda on the nose, but…” he trailed off and let the song speak for him.

You recognized the tune immediately. I See the Light from Tangled began streaming through the headphones and you felt yourself tear up instantly. You didn’t know why you were crying. You couldn’t explain it if you tried, but you let the feeling consume you.

You could picture the scene perfectly, hundreds of thousands of lanterns drifting into the distance, their glow just as bright in the reflection on the water… you didn’t think you would ever experience anything remotely as ethereal as that scene, but this felt as close as anyone could get in this lifetime.

The inherent romanticism of the song was not lost on you, but you were happy to share the moment with your best friend. You couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else anyway.

You looked over at Jisung and saw tears shining in his eyes too. Tangled always had that effect on you both.

The next exhibit was a room full of lily pads. The stems extended above your heads, making you feel like you were at the bottom of a lake. Silhouettes of fish swam on the ceiling, making ripples beneath the petals of the lily pads. Trapped underneath the surface, like you.

You took a deep breath even though you knew you weren’t actually submerged in water and took a timid step forward.

You spent the entire afternoon in the Borderless Museum. It was well into the evening when you finally stumbled out onto the street again, squinting even though the sun was setting. The daylight was still a harsh contrast from the pitch black museum.

You had kept your promise and only played one Mitski song. It was an exhibit that mimicked a planetarium, but instead of stars and planets the sky was full of butterflies. You laid next to Jisung on the ground, that was actually a net suspended a few feet in the air and watched them flutter around, forming constellations as the projections orbited the room.

“It’s a good thing we weren’t stoned,” Jisung chuckled.

“I think I would have had a mental breakdown,” you said, shaking your head as you imagined how you would have reacted to all the colors and lights if you had been under the influence.

“It would’ve been so obvious.”

“Would’ve been an experience, that’s for sure.”

“You can say that again.”

You took a deep breath of fresh air and looked around. It was nearing rush hour and traffic was beginning to pick up as corporate Tokyo wound down for the day. Shops on the ground level were closing up while nightclubs were preparing to open.

“What now?” you asked. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“We could grab some food and then head back and go to bed early.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“Should we invite your brothers? I feel bad for ditching them earlier.”

“I don’t,” Jisung replied bluntly. “They’re big boys, they can figure out how to entertain themselves for an afternoon.”

“You know what I meant,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, and I love them, but I also love you, and I know that it’s not easy for you to always be around them. I missed having you to myself anyway.”

You bumped his shoulder playfully as he pulled out his phone to text Felix and Minho.

“Getting soft on me, Han?”

“Never.”

-

Minho and Felix beat you to the restaurant. They were in walking distance whereas you and Jisung had to take the metro to get there. You’d picked a sushi restaurant near the hotel because you were insistent on Jisung ordering whatever he wanted without you to hinder him. The menu had plenty of non-seafood options for you to choose from too so finding something to eat wouldn’t be an issue.

You found Jisung’s brothers seated on one side of a booth, leaving the other open for the two of you.

“We already ordered,” Felix explained sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” you said easily while Jisung rolled his eyes next to you. You grabbed his thigh and squeezed gently as a warning. “It’s fine.”

“What did you guys do today?” Minho asked, changing the subject.

“We went to this digital art museum,” you answered. “It was probably one of my favorite things we’ve done on this trip. We thought we were just going to a regular art gallery, but it was a whole experience! We did this thing we used to do back home, er- back at school. We used to get really stoned and take the bus to different art galleries and exhibitions and then we’d play a game where we took turns picking songs that matched a specific artwork’s vibe.”

“You smoke?” Felix asked his twin in disbelief, ignoring the rest of your story.

Fuck.

You had already accidentally mentioned that fact to Minho a few weeks ago back in London, but you’d forgotten that Fleix still didn’t know. You gave a sideways glance to your best friend, hoping he wasn’t mad. He gave you an indifferent shrug and you relaxed the tiniest bit.

“Occasionally,” Jisung said casually.

“Sorry,” you apologized.

“Don’t be, it’s not like it’s a secret.”

“I know, but still.”

“It’s fine, baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I promise.”

“I do that too,” Minho piped up.

“Smoke?”

Your best friend’s brother laughed. “Yes, but that’s not what I meant. I meant that sometimes I get so excited when I’m telling a story that I say things I’m not supposed to say.”

“He quite literally has a reputation for it,” Felix added. “The entire K-pop industry turned it into a whole bit.”

You pursed your lips. “I wouldn’t know.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never heard a single K-pop song,” Minho scoffed.

“It’s the whole reason we’re dating,” Jisung murmured smugly and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Thanks, Ji, I love you too,” you grumbled.

“You’re super hot too, but that’s just a bonus.”

You narrowed your eyes at his brother across the table. “And they say romance is dead.”

Minho scrunched his eyebrows together and opened his mouth like he was going to ask a question, but was interrupted by the server reapproaching your table to take you and Jisung’s orders since you had just recently arrived.

You still let Jisung relay your order for you even though you were eating separate meals. He knew marginally more Japanese than you, and he was far more direct, always making a point to mention your food allergy. You almost never said anything about it even though it was dangerous to your health. You just hated being high-maintenance.

The server traded your menus for glasses of water and promised to be back soon with everyone’s food.

“Something on your mind, Min?” Jisung asked a moment later, noticing the way he was looking at you both.

But to your surprise, he shook his head. “Nothing, why?”

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[gyuwoncheol]

Vantage Point | Chapter 10

Status: Ongoing

Pair: Mingyu x f.reader

Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]

Summary: Pulling off the “No Strings Attached” arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn’t realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of oral sex

WC: 1.4k

Author’s Note: just your normal bestie conversations. Ten chapters in already answered still so so much to happen. This series is a long one 😉

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“Stop that,” your best friend scolds.

“What?”

“That. The pacing back and forth, checking out the window, pace back and forth, checking out the window again…”

“Oh. Sorry,” you lower your head down, and face the window again, trying to stay in one spot instead. Slowly, your hands find each other and in no time, your fingers are fidgeting and you start to gently bounce on the balls of your feet just looking at your street covered in all white. Another day stranded in the storm means another day cooped up in your apartment with your best friend.

Soon enough, heavy hands are felt on your shoulder as you’re being turned away from the view out the window and onto a face with the most accurate puppy dog eyes, “Cam, what’s wrong?” There’s a look of worry in Mingyu’s eyes as it scans over you, “we’re going to be fine, we’ve had worse snow storms.”

“No, it’s not that,” you sigh, “I just… can it stop already? We have to go soon.”

Mingyu tilts his head at your statement, a questioning look on his face, “but you were the one who said we should avoid the roads first?”

“Yeah but… I thought it would be over by now. We have to leave soon, Gyu!!!” You sulk.

“What’s with the sudden rush?”

“Because you need to be home,” you sigh in defeat, “you should’ve been home a while back if I wasn’t being a crap best friend.”

Mingyu mimics your sigh as he’s hit with the realization of your worries and he pulls you in against his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, “Oh Cam…”

You groan before sticking your chin up and looking at him with a full pout, “I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize, this isn’t your fault.”

“It is! You could’ve gone home as soon as the term was over but you decided to stay and make amends with dramatic me and now you’re stuck in the city in the middle of a snow storm and Christmas is three days away,” you rambled so fast that if it had been someone else listening, they wouldn’t understand you. “I’m sorry Gyu, I know you really wanted to be home and spend time with family.”

Your best friend looks down at you, pats your head and simply smiles, “Like I said, stop apologizing. I’m not blaming you. Staying a few more days was my decision and I don’t regret it. I would’ve had a terrible Christmas if I knew I wasn’t on good terms with my best friend. And we still have a few more days okay, we’ll make it home, have faith. And you know what, even if we don’t make it, then we’ll make do! I know mom’s cheesecake recipe”

That was the thing about Mingyu, he’s always the most positive person in the room, and in your life, if you’re being honest. He could brighten up every situation while still being sensitive enough to everyone's feelings. He’s optimistic and always knows what to say to cheer you up.

“Hey, don’t give me that face,” he scolds as he looks at the pout still etched on your face, “stop feeling bad. Please? You know if I was really upset about all this, I’d be honest with you and tell you but I’m really not. It’s gonna be okay, yeah?”

Mingyu waited for your answer and at this point in time, if there was one thing left to hold onto, it would be your best friend’s hope. You nod slowly and offer him a smile before kissing his cheek, your usual way of saying thanks, which he knew.

“Now, cmon. Let’s make breakfast, don’t think I haven’t noticed the quiet grumble your stomach is making.”

“Okay, what about her?” You flash your phone in front of Mingyu as you both sit on your couch.

“Rina? Never.”

“Really??? Not even a kiss?!” You gasp in shock.

“Nope, we’re only on hi-hello terms.”

“Noooo way! You know she has a big fat crush on you?”

“I’ve been told.”

“And? You can’t even give her time of day? She seems nice.”

The conversation on ‘how far have you gone with x person’ was a usual one you had with Mingyu, and now that he’s known you were a virgin until two weeks ago, he’s indulged you with naming more people than he did. Right now, as you both stayed warm in your living room with a cup of hot chocolate, seemed to be the perfect time to play the game again.

“Ehh, not my type,” Mingyu shrugs, “besides, Soonyoung told me she doesn’t like dogs.”

“How does Soonie even know— you know what, nevermind, point taken. She has to love dogs. Okay next,” you scroll through your Instagram feed to find more girls from your university.

“Hey, no. My turn. Him,” Mingyu shows you a photo from his phone and immediately, you’re rolling your eyes in annoyance and shoving him playfully.

“Stop that!” The whiny tone in your voice only makes Mingyu laugh boisterously. He defends himself by saying he really just wanted to ask but you know your best friend and it’s almost too easy to tell when mischief lies behind his eyes.

“What?”

“Pretending like you don’t know I have history with him!”

A dramatic gasp emanates from Mingyu, complete with a hand on his mouth, “you have history with James?!”

“Gyu!” You laugh but the deathly squint you throw at him is unmissable.

“Oh come oooon, Cam! Don’t you think it’s high time I finally know what really went down with you two? What happened to ‘I’ll tell you everything soon’?”

If there were two things in this world Mingyu has learned to perfect, it was his pout and the sad doe eyes, although the latter is already a given thanks to the puppy DNA that flowed through his veins. And right now, he’s taking full advantage of the fact that you can’t resist the way his lower lip juts out.

“Okay, fiiiiiine,” you concede and Mingyu’s already crossing his legs and giving you his full attention, ready to hear the story. Boys, you thought, they love to gossip just as much as girls do.

“Well we went on several dates after I broke things off—“

“With Dae,” Mingyu interrupts, “yeah. yeah I know that part. So??? What else?”

“Well,” a pause and you study his face, making sure now was the right time to divulge this information to him, “when we decided it wasn’t the right time for either of us to take things to the next step, we also realised that the fun didn’t really have to stop.”

If CGI effects were something you could see in real life, there would be multiple question marks flying around Mingyu’s head right now. “And fun means what exactly?”

You take a deep breath, thinking about not saying anything anymore and then thinking, what the heck! Your best friend literally knows everything about you and has seen all of you, why is this suddenly the one last thing kept secret from him?? You don’t know either.

“Right before he’d go to basketball practice and I’d go home, I’d suck him off in his car and he’d return the favor.” Your best friend’s jaw simply falls slack. “It didn’t happen every practice, okay. But it happened a lot. Until of course I got really busy, he started to get back on the dating scene and eventually got with that Finance major. It just ran its course, I guess.”

“But you two never had sex?!” Mingyu questions in disbelief.

“Nope. I don’t know. Neither of us never really tried to reach that point either. No forcing anyone with anything, ya know? We’re still good friends. Fun while it lasted, helped me get over Dae and well… perfect the skill and practice the gag reflex.”

“You are crazy! I can’t believe you hid this from me!”

You scoff, “You were too preoccupied with Claudia! Whom by the way, still thinks I was fucking you while you two were together.”

“She was wrong then, but she’s right now,” the man across you wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “So am I the only one who knows this?”

“Mmm… second. Wonwoo always knew,” you shrug and Mingyu gasps in offense yet again, “BEFORE you start with your dramatics, I didn’t tell him okay. You know he’s in the same year as James and they had a couple classes together and James accidentally slipped with him. There just was no point denying anymore when Wonwoo asked me.”

Your best friend nods skeptically, “So I’m still the first one you told?”

“Yes, Gyu. You always are.”

A satisfied grin graces his lips and he throws you a wink, hands suddenly pulling your leg over his lap, “so about that skill… care to show me just how much you’ve perfected it?”

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Since Malleus is already here might as well have him, Azul, and Idia come together to give Rollo a group hug to make the birthday boy feel extra welcome!

Hold up, I need a hazmat suit before writing this 💀 cuz this whole interaction is going to be toxic for my health/j

Making eye contact with Azul was, like many things Rollo had experienced that day, a grave mistake.

Adopting a too-synthetic smile and lidding his gaze, the merman called out to him before he could hurry off. Rollo silently rued his very existence.

"Ah, there's the birthday boy!" Azul purred, over to Rollo. A flicker of unadulterated rage tightened the host's otherwise reserved expression. "Happy birthday, my dear, dear friend." Then, to a nearby peer, "Idia-san! Where are your manners? Come and greet the birthday boy."

"H-Happy bday... I guess," Idia grumbled. His pinprick eyes darted away, uncomfortable with lingering on Rollo's. "Kk, I'm done here. C-Can I go home now?"

"You've only just arrived, Shroud," a deep, elegant voice gently scolded him. It belonged to the horned shadow towering over them all. "Stay. Enjoy the evening and its offerings. It's not every day that we gather to celebrate a most momentous occasion such as this."

"... Azul-kun." Rollo's eyes slid to the ghostly hunched over figure beside the second year. His hair was bright blue, aflame. "Idia-kun."

Rollo sucked in a breath through his teeth when he arrived at the shadow. "Malleus Draconia."

"Flamme." Malleus smiled. Mysterious, some may have called it. Rollo saw the challenge in it. "How do you fare? Are you pleased with the party?"

"It was tolerable until you three showed your faces," Rollo hissed.

"My, is that any way to speak to your friends? Friends that guard your most cherished secret at no cost at all?" Azul asked coolly. He scanned the room, then let himself settle back on Rollo. "It would be a shame if there were a slip of the tongue here and now."

"Are you blackmailing me?" Rollo demanded. "On my birthday, no less?"

"Goodness, no! I'd never consider such a thing!" His mouth cocked into a smirk. "After all, we did all agree to what your punishment would be for all the trouble you caused. I won't walk back on our vow."

"How generous of you." Sarcasm oozed from every syllable.

At this point, Idia had gone from pale to paler, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening his palms. During Azul and Rollo's passive-aggressive exchange, he had been trying his darndest to sidle out of the situation--only to find that Azul's leg or arm had shifted to block his escape, or that Malleus loomed like a sleep paralysis demon dutiful guardian.

Azul sent an intentional, scathing smile his way. Idia shoved a frustrated squeak down.

"You seem tense, Flamme," Malleus was saying.

"I wonder why," Rollo retorted.

"Surely you do not still hold any ill will or animosity toward us?" The question was teasing, nearing a song.

"Debatable, Draconia."

Malleus chuckled darkly. "Worry not. I know what will make amends. Lilia has imparted wisdom of a ritual of reconciliation unto me. Perhaps you've heard of it." His eyes shone with mischief. "It is known as a 'group hug'."

Idia and Rollo exploded at the same time.

"Wh-Wh-What?! A-A group hug?! Y-You don't REALLY expect me to get all touchy-feely with any of you normies, do you?!"

"Have you lost your mind?! In what world do you think I would stand by and allow you detestable villains to put your hands on me?! Are you no longer satisfied with just acts of psychological torture...?!"

One voice of dissent arose, cutting through their complaints.

"A most excellent idea, Malleus-san!" Azul gushed. "There's nothing that can't be smoothed over with a group hug."

"Wh-Who are you, and what have you done with the REAL Azul-shi?!" Idia sputtered, jabbing an accusatory finger at the merman. "The real Azul-shi would charge an arm and a leg for that kind of fanservice!!"

A hand clamped down hard on one of Idia's wrists.

"E-Eeeep!!"

"Come now, Idia-san," Azul coaxed cheerily--though there was a new edge to his words. "It won't do to sit out on a valuable friendship-building activity."

"This is getting ridiculous!" Rollo angrily huffed. "I refuse to participate in this charade."

He turned away--and stormed right into a black curtain. Arms encircled him, ensnaring Rollo like a bear trap's metal teeth sinking into prey. Malleus's command came, clear and resonant.

"Now, Ashengrotto."

"As you wish, Malleus-san."

Azul dragging Idia, Malleus dragging Rollo, the four boys collided in what could only be described as a tangle of flailing limbs and protests. Rollo found himself smushed against Idia, with Azul and Malleus forming the strong outer ring that encased them, squeezing tight.

Idia's face, a blue screen of death. His jaw hung open, seemingly unable to close--slack and frozen. Pupils, pinpricks of panic. He was a useless sack of meat and bones, his mind completely dissociating from the hug.

Suddenly, everything was too close, too hot.

Like fire, hellfire, burning under his skin.

Rollo fought against it, refusing to be succumb to the inferno. "Unhand me, you FIENDS!!" he growled.

Malleus leaned in and grinned wickedly.

"Many birthday blessings to you," the fae prince murmured, "and many more to come in your future, Flamme."

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[mxmarsbars]

impulse is no stranger to begging.

pathetic as it is, he’s found himself begging far too many times throughout the many seasons of the life series. every game, without fail, he’s had to scream and cry and beg for things no person should have to beg for.

he’s begged for his life. he’s sobbed and ached and pleaded for peace and pause and patience, for violence to cease and for reason to prevail. he’s cried far too many tears and screamed far too many pleas just for the right to exist, to be heard and seen and cared about.

he’s begged for death. to be put out of his misery, to have it all be over and done with, to take the coward’s way out. he’s tried to convince people to just do it, kill him, take his time, his hearts, his life. it doesn’t matter if he’ll come back afterwards, if it’s his first life or his last. he’s broken down and fallen to his knees, he’s taunted others and egged them on. he’s wanted release, and he’s gotten it. he knows it’ll happen again, whether he asks for it or not. that’s just how death works.

he’s begged for love. to have somebody look at him and see something beautiful, something special, something worth loving back. he’s done the stupidest things to ensure his relationships, things no rational person would find normal and okay. but these games have proven that sometimes impulse isn’t the most sane. sometimes he’s willing to play into other peoples’ sick needs, so long as it means they’ll stay, that they’ll love him. he can spare a clock and swallow the disgust that comes with hearing each agonizing tick.

he’s begged for closure. for apologies, for sympathy, for just some semblance of regret or remorse, maybe even guilt. he’s tried being patient and understanding. he’s tried so, so hard. but there’s only so much dismissal and immaturity and outright victim blaming he can take before it’s just too much. before murder and vengeance and ugly, disgusting things sound much more appealing than making amends. he’s put up with so much, taken so much shit and dealt with so much absurdity and abuse. he’s long since earned some revenge.

he’s begged for second chances. impulse isn’t perfect, not at all, but he can’t even begin to stomach the thought of being like the people who’ve hurt him. impulse isn’t a monster, and he has to prove that. anything he can do to better himself, he’ll do it. he’d work himself to death if it meant clearing his name, clearing the heads of the people he’s hurt, giving them the closure he himself fought so hard to get. he refuses to go down a villain. that’s not who he is, he swears.

he’s begged for peace. even when arrows are flying and blood is shedding, he still finds it in himself to try and put an end to the violence. impulse isn’t a fighter, not in any way that counts in games like these. at his core, impulse is made of love, love that he wants to give and share. and so he begs for the chance to love instead of hate, to talk instead of fight, for peace instead of everything else the life series stands for. it’s a futile effort. he begs anyways.

he’s begged to win. impulse, at his core, is also competitive. he’s gotten so close so many times, had the crown just out of reach, ripped away from him. it’s like some sick joke, like the universe finds pleasure in seeing him crumble and shatter, having everything taken from him. he’s tired of being a stepping stone, tired of being a means to an end. always an angel, never a god. impulse wants to be god. he prays he will one day.

he’s begged to be a person. he’s begged for basic human decency. he’s begged for things nobody should ever have to even ask for. no person should have to plead to be seen as human, as someone worthy of love and care. he deserves patience and compassion and gentle hands to hold him when he falls apart. he deserves the same care he gives others. he deserves to be happy.

impulse can’t help but feel dumb, asking for such stupid things. he feels like an idiot for crying over the injustices he’s faced and the times he’s been denied, when his pleading has been refused or ignored.

he knows it’s annoying, repetitive, pathetic. but he won’t stop. it’s the fault of his affirmation, his blessing and his curse: his persistence. impulse won’t stop until his prayers are answered, until he gets what he wants.

impulse doesn’t want to beg anymore.

please, please, please. let him get what he wants.

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You’re The Best- Matt Casey

Summary: A couple years later, you find yourself in need of Matt’s help after an asthma attack starts while your home alone.

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Authors note: Part 2 in the asthma series!! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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After Matt lost Hailie, he moved in with you and Kelly. You had moved in with Kelly as soon as you both moved out of your parents houses. Kelly joined the CFD and you joined the CPD.

You had become quick friends with Matt, who came around often. For a few months after Andy’s death, you only got to see Matt when you went to Mollys with Kelly. You refused to believe that Matt was at fault and could see past Kelly’s clouded view of reality. You became close with Matt, and played a vital role in getting Matt and Kelly to make amends.

You were home alone, taking your day off to clean while Matt was on a construction site and Kelly was fixing up a boat. You were just finishing up cleaning the bathroom when the asthma attack came on. You weren’t paying it much attention, having been completely focused on your task, until you got light headed.

You crawled into the hallway, afraid to stand incase you blacked out. All you needed to do was get to your rescue inhaler so that you could get enough air in your lungs to set up your nebulizer. It had been a while since you needed to use it, so you hoped you could remember where you stored it.

You made it half way to your room when you heard the front door open and Matt yell that he was home. Still gasping for air, you sat yourself up against the wall and tried to call out to Matt.

“M-Ma-.” You gasped out before breaking into a coughing fit.

“Y/n?” Matt called out, his heavy footsteps coming into the hallway. Once he spotted you, he rushed over and knelt at your side. “Y/n?! What happened sweetheart?” Matt rushed out, taking your face into his hands.

Your lips were twinged blue. “A-as-th-ma.” You struggled to get out, clawing at Matt’s arms in an attempt to get closer as you searched for comfort.

Matt nodded quickly. “Okay. Okay sweetie. Hang on.” Matt said, standing and pulling you into his arms before running to your room. Arriving, he set you up against your headboard and ripped through your side table drawer until he came out with your inhaler in hand. He immediately shook it and pressed it to your lips.

Once you had some of your breath back, you nodded at Matt, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thanks.” You whispered, clearing your throat.

Matt rubbed your back for a second before moving to stand. “Let me get you some water. Need anything else?” Matt asked, brushing your hair back from your face.

You nodded. “Can you go look in the bathroom, under the sink, and grab my portable neb, please?” You asked, sinking back into your pillows as you focused on relaxing.

“Absolutely.” Matt nodded, squeezing your shoulder before leaving the room.

You listened as Matt pattered around the apartment. Cabinet doors opening and closing, the water on the refrigerator turning on and off, and finally Matt’s soft voice as he spoke to someone on the phone. You were still trying to tap down your embarrassment when Matt walked back in juggling your nebulizer and water in his arms with his phone placed between his shoulder and ear.

“Yeah. I got her Sev. Don’t worry about her. Just figured you should know.” Matt said while placing the items he brought onto your bedside table. “Yeah man. She’s still a bit winded, but her color’s better. We will see you later on.” Matt said. Wrapping up the conversation and turning back toward you.

“Thanks Matt.” You said, picking up the glass of water first.

“No problem.” Matt replied, smiling sweetly at you. He then began to set up your neb.

“You don’t have to do that.” You said quickly, starting to sit up and settle the glass back on the table.

Matt chuckled, shaking his head as he gently pushed you back down. “I know I don’t HAVE to do anything. I WANT to help you.” Matt easily replied, continuing with his task.

“You did help!” You exclaimed, immediately breaking into a coughing fit afterwards.

Matt snatched the glass from your hands, placing it to the side so that you wouldn’t spill it everywhere. “Shhh. Deep breaths. In through the nose and out through the mouth.” Matt coached, sitting against the headboard and pulling you into his side. He made sure you were upright and not at risk for falling over, using his other hand to switch the nebulizer on. Gently, he placed the mask over your face and the band behind your head. “There we go. Just relax.” Matt said, helping you to get comfortable as he handed you the remote to your tv.

You nodded slightly, immediately turning on the next STARWARS movie in the lineup. You pulled your throw blanket up to cover you and Matt as you tried to settle your racing breaths. You tried focusing on Matt’s breaths and the hand that he was rubbing up and down your arm.

Matt cringed inwardly when you began shaking from the effects of the medication. He knew this was a side effect, but it didn’t sooth his nerves. He held you closer, trying to keep your body from shaking so harshly as you both focused on the movie.

When your treatment ended, Matt shut off the machine and grabbed the mask from your shaking hand. He started to slide out of the bed, saying he was going to let you rest for a bit, but your shaking hand gripped his shirt.

“Please stay.” You whispered, shaken by how bad that attack was. You haven’t had one that bad since you were a child.

Matt smiled warmly before carefully detaching your hand from his shirt. “I’ll come back. Let me go change.” Matt soothed, quickly jogging to his room.

While he was gone, you slid out of bed and changed clothes yourself, not wanting to sleep in clothes you were just cleaning in. You were just getting comfortable again, water glass in your violently shaking hand, when Matt jogged back in.

“Woah. Let me help.” Matt said, quickly sliding into the bed and stabilizing the cup.

You allowed it, wondering how much was in that treatment. You voiced your question once you fully handed the glass back to Matt to set on your table.

“Two vitals. It seemed appropriate.” Matt said, settling in with you under the blanket.

You nodded in agreement. “Thanks again Matt.” You said, snuggling into his side.

Matt hummed in reply, letting you get comfortable before he let himself relax. “Take a little nap. I’ll wake you when Kelly gets home.”

You hummed in reply as well, causing Matt to chuckle. “Thanks. You’re the best.” You mumbled, quickly falling to sleep.

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[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ 3: Seeking Redemption, Not Revenge

Months of tireless training in martial arts and acrobatics had transformed (y/n) into a formidable force to be reckoned with. She had honed her skills and mastered her body, mentally preparing herself for a confrontation that would serve as the ultimate test of her newfound strength.

As (y/n) delved deeper into her mission, her initial mindset of seeking revenge began to shift. Revenge, she realized, was a dark path that could consume her soul and perpetuate a cycle of violence. Instead, she resolved to use this confrontation to reclaim her power and seek a form of redemption for the pain inflicted upon her.

After tirelessly scouring the city, (y/n) finally found a lead that would point her in the direction of Blake, the college guy who had assaulted her that fateful night. It was a trail speckled with danger, but she was no stranger to adversity. With her heart pounding and her determination unwavering, she embarked on this treacherous journey, armed not only with physical prowess but also the strength of her spirit.

When she finally located Blake, (y/n) discovered a man plagued by demons of his own, existing in a world of self-destruction and regret. It was a sobering sight, one that stirred empathy within her. As anger simmered within her veins, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow for what he had become.

Drawing deep from the well of her newfound strength, she stepped out of the shadows to confront her assaulter. Blake's eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, time stood still. In that charged silence, (y/n) measured his every move, her training guiding her like an invisible hand.

But instead of lashing out with a fury fueled by revenge, (y/n) chose a different path. She embraced forgiveness, recognizing that it was not weakness, but rather a testament to her own strength.

She looked into Blake's eyes and spoke words that echoed with both pain and resilience. "I refuse to let your actions consume me any longer. I've come here not to take your life, but to claim back mine." Her voice trembled, yet carried an inescapable conviction.

Tears streamed down Blake's face as he finally comprehended the gravity of his actions. He wanted to beg for forgiveness, to find redemption for the pain he had caused. But (y/n) knew that the burden he carried was his alone to bear.

With her head held high, (y/n) turned away from Blake, leaving him in the haunted labyrinth of his own remorse. Redemption, she realized, was a personal journey that required an individual to face their demons, seek amends, and make peace with their past—a journey in which she had no power to escort him.

As (y/n) walked away, she could feel the weight of her past beginning to lift. She wasn't just a survivor anymore; she was a warrior who had triumphed over darkness. The scars on her body were now a testament to her strength, resilience, and reclamation of her identity.

From that point forward, (y/n) dedicated herself to helping others navigate the complex path of healing after trauma. She became an advocate, breaking the cycle of sexual assault, and transforming her pain into a catalyst for change.

In the wake of that confrontation, (y/n) found peace within herself—a peace crafted from the shards of her shattered innocence. She understood that revenge would only breed more anguish, but by choosing forgiveness and reclaiming her power, she had transcended the confines of victimhood.

In the annals of (y/n)'s journey, Chapter 3 marked a significant turning point. It was a chapter that showcased not only her physical growth but, more importantly, her emotional evolution. She learned that true strength resided in rising above the urge for revenge, embracing forgiveness, and forging a new path filled with healing, understanding, and compassion.

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[rassvetsky]

If Without You

part one | part two

bucky barnes x fem!reader

"After opting to resettle in Delacroix, Louisiana; Bucky Barnes finally found the peace he yearned for. Though, when a friend of the Wilson's past successfully inconveniences him with the butterfly-in-the-stomach thing, he doesn't know if he could possibly complain."

[3.6k] | fluff fluff fluff, bucky's got a crush and he doesn't know how to deal with it, savage sam, the happiness and peace bucky barnes deserves, kissing!! ill do a part 2 just because happy bucky makes me wanna slide down the wall while weeping

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Bucky Barnes yearned for a lot of things. He yearned for the sanity he had back in the forties, the connection he had with Steve, the way ladies swarmed around him before he was deployed to Europe, or the small fraction of peace Wakanda offered him…

But one thing he missed the most was to… feel things freely. Be the good old Bucky for once; be a man, a human being- not a vicious cycle of a man who doesn't allow himself to be happy like he should. Hell, Sam Wilson could talk his ears off about how he should treat himself with the same amount of respect he treats others, but it just wasn't that easy of a habit to change.

Not that he was unhappy with how things were going at that very moment, relocating to Louisiana -or 'following Sam around like a lost puppy', Sam's words, not his- was easily one of the best choices he made. The nightmares continued for the most part, but he felt like The Winter Soldier was buried deep enough to never resurface again. And the relief of being sure of that, how wonderful of a riddance finally making amends was; for once in his life, Bucky was sure Steve would be proud of him.

He helped out with the family business mostly, starting to get his way around a boat even though Sam didn't nearly trust him with that machine enough to let him go on a ride by himself. Not that Bucky minded anymore, having Sam by his side wasn't as bad as he made it out to be for the past months and, sure, it's hard to accept, but he felt himself growing closer to the man by each passing day.

They'd share sunsets together. A bottle of beer tucked tight in their palms, quiet waves lightly swaying the boat beneath their feet as the remnants of the sun shined through the water. The chit-chat was repetitive but never boring, and if Bucky wasn't ashamed to do so, he could probably admit that it felt good to talk to somebody.

He spent a lifetime not even sparing a word to anyone.

"... And like, the texture of it was so off that it felt like I was wearing a condom or something," Sam rambled on, stiff leaves crunchy under their feet as the duo walked through the path to the Wilson residence. "Really missing the good old days where fabric was taken seriously."

"You're the only person who's taking fabric seriously." Bucky commented, earning a scoff with a smile hidden under. "Better safe than sorry. I'm not opposed to condoms."

"Chill out, Mr. Sex Education, I'm not opposed to them either. I just don't want my t-shirts to feel like them." reaching for the front door to push it open, Sam allowed Bucky to enter first, shutting the door behind them. His attention was snatched away from their insightful conversation as he knitted his brows a little, following the sound of the light chatter in the kitchen with Bucky close behind.

"Hey th- Holy shit." he muttered out, glancing between his sister and someone he hasn't seen in a long, long time with his lips parted. "Am I crazy or is that Y/N?"

"In the flesh," your laugh felt as if it lit up the entire household with a deep ember gleam as Sarah joined along, your arms immediately wrapping around Sam's shoulders in a tight hug. "Missed you, buddy."

Bucky shot a glance at the others and then at Sarah. She must have noticed the curiosity in his eyes as she moved a little closer and mumbled, leaning against the counter between them. "Childhood best friends," she chuckled softly, watching you and Sam seemingly catching up as quickly as you could. "Haven't seen her since highschool."

You noticed Bucky's presence then. You knew him, obviously, you weren't all that disconnected from the world- yet he seemed much less intimidating when he was smiling at you, one hand going up to offer you a small wave. He was understandably built, shiny metal bicep peeking through the short arm of his blue shirt, two dog tags dangling down from his neck and shining along with his incredibly beautiful- alright, pretty- okay, that's not a good sign- his incredibly mesmerizing eyes. Yeah, that works.

You reached in almost immediately to shake his hand, a grin on your lips as he didn't immediately let go. "Y/N."

"Bucky." he replied, earning a nod from you before you looked at Sam again, pointing towards the pot of tea Sarah brewed for you earlier. "Tea, you guys?"

It's either you were a comedian, or Bucky really needed a good laugh recently because God, his cheeks started to hurt from how much fun he was having with that shared conversation. As the Wilson's and you reminisced about the good old days -mostly with a shit ton of funny stories sprinkled in between-, you told everyone about how your life had been since you left the city.

"I missed it here, to be honest." your slight hum pulled an 'aww' out of Sarah. "I went to see my father's doctor a few weeks after the funeral to thank him, you know, for his efforts. He told me that, um, my dad talked about this place so fondly and I just realized, you know. Realized that if there's peace in this world, it's here."

Bucky nodded slightly at that.

"I mean, I'll still work remotely but I don't think I'll go back to the city. The past year- it was just me, practically living in the hospital." Sam's hand found yours as he gave it a slight squeeze, his signature smile causing relief to surge through your veins.

"L/N residence kind of needs some TLC since the last time anyone's been there but we'll help out, alright?" he offered, pulling a grateful smile out of you as you sighed and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "This guy over here is good at lifting things, you should make use of him."

"I'm a human being, not a cyborg-" as Bucky was about to complain, your slight laugh cut him off, reducing his reaction to a shrug. "Alright, sure. Lifting things, here I go."

'Some TLC' was an understatement.

With Louisiana's humid summers and freezing winters, any Delacroix resident in their right minds would routinely give their houses a check. But you haven't been here for so long; asking for your dad to move in with you after your mom passed away was the correct thing to do, and obviously, the lack of care in the house for the past years definitely showed.

Bucky wanted to see the house when you announced that it's late and you had a lot of things to do at home anyway, offering to come with you just in case there was anything urgent to do. You didn't think much of it before agreeing, as you let him drive with you all the way over to your house- approximately the same size as Sarah's, but absolutely lacked TLC.

"Home sweet home," you mumbled through the breeze of the night, hands in your pockets before you pulled your keys out and let him in, hitting the light switch for the room to brighten up. The house seemed so cosy despite the old furniture and the crumbling layer of paint on the walls which definitely needed a varnish, there were a few spiderwebs here and there and obviously, a good amount of dust, but hey, he'd kill to live somewhere like this instead of the annex cabin Sam prepared for him. "It's not that bad, just some paintwork and I gotta fix a few things."

"Yeah, not as bad as Sam made it sound like," he hummed, earning a soft chuckle from you as you walked towards the kitchen area. "I hope you like coffee." you hummed, but as soon as you opened the cupboard door, you were met with the sight of yet another cellar spider so you shut it back immediately. "I hope you like spider flavored coffee."

It was his turn to laugh as he walked towards you, slightly hovering over you before opening the cabinet again, totally ignoring the spider crawling there as he reached for the coffee jar. "Spiders are a good sign," he spoke softly, helping you with the mugs too before you edged away towards the sink to give them a good wash. "At least you won't have to deal with other insects. Spiders eat 'em."

"Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna be roommates with them." you shook your head, cold water against your hands as you scrubbed away the mugs. "I mean, would my thoughts change if they decided to pay rent, sure, but-" his laugh cut you off again, successfully placing a smile on your lips as you started to make coffee for the both of you.

"That's rich." he commented, leaning against the countertop as he watched you maneuver through the kitchen. "I hope this doesn't come off weird but, um, I'm actually kinda glad you came. The age average is quite high here, so.."

"I'm pretty sure you're single handedly bringing that number up," you playfully teased, Bucky's scoff making you laugh and God, you felt like you haven't smiled so much in just a couple of hours ever since you left here.

"Oh, so that's how it is? Ageism much?"

"Call it whatever," you shrugged, finally handing him his own cup of coffee as you held yours, leaning against the island counter right in front of the one he was currently against. "I was actually kind of worried that I wouldn't find anyone to talk to here, except for the Wilson's, obviously. For the first time in a long time I feel at home, and I think I'm glad you're a part of it, too."

His smile was tender as he averted his gaze from you a little bit, shrugging before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "To be fair, I feel the same way. I feel at home."

Bucky was easily the most selfless man on the planet, you thought.

He was quite adamant about helping you out with the rest of the housework, even coming with you all the way to the city center to pick up everything that you needed. Thank goodness that your father was smart enough to invest in a Dodge pickup truck, you were able to get everything in one go.

"Let's just get this over with," you sighed, carrying the bucket of paint over to the living room as Bucky followed suit with the paint rollers and the smaller brushes to get the edges. "Anything to get this process done quicker."

He laid out the paint tray on the floor before crouching by the bucket, opening it swiftly before pouring some over to the tray. "Sure thing. It won't take long anyway, don't worry."

"Would you mind if I put on some music?" you asked, happily pulling your phone out when he shook his head to both sides with a quiet 'nah'. "Anything specific you want?"

"I like 40's music, so.." he trailed off for a moment, chuckling to himself before removing the tape cover of the paint roller, slowly dipping it on the paint before rolling it a few times on the protruding side of the tray. "Just put on the ones you like. It's about time I listen to some newer stuff."

"Alrighty," your hum filled his ears, and he momentarily looked away from the paint to look at you. Feeling his gaze, your eyes met his, but he averted his gaze to finally start painting the wall instead. Deciding to go with your favorite, you hit the shuffle button, setting your phone down on the couch before grabbing your own roller and doing the same.

It was a mortifying realization as you glanced at him from time to time, but his concentrated face made you feel lucky to be able to witness such a sight. His brows were slightly knitted, lips pursed into probably the most soft-looking frown someone like him could muster. Someone who went through decades of pain. Slight stubble made his entire face look even more chiseled than it originally was, and God, you wanted to feel it against your fingertips.

Now that you thought of it, you wanted to feel him against you.

Not in a sexual way, I mean, sure, why not, but mostly in a way where you could take in his warmth. Let him shelter you from anything that could come your way. Even the metal arm, you wanted it wrapped around you, tugging you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to those 40's songs that he seemed to never shut up about.

Clearing your throat, you didn't let your mind wander any further. Focusing on the task at hand, you completely missed the way his lips slightly tugged upward in a smile as he got lost in thoughts of you. About how he wanted to shelter you from anything that could come your way. Wrap his arms around you, tug you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to the songs he missed listening to so much.

If only it came easy to tell you about it all.

"Ask. Her. Out."

"What?" Bucky's I'll-kill-you scowl was enough to scare an entire army away, but not Sam. Sam knew him like the back of his hand and judging by the way he was acting around you, asking you out proved itself to be mandatory. "Who?"

"I'm going to ignore that last word," shaking his head to both sides, Sam leaned back on his seat, gentle swaying of the boat lulling him into losing the last remaining pieces of filter he had. "Y/N. You're basically living by her ass, either stop being creepily attentive or ask her out."

"I'm not being creepy. Just helping out." Bucky grumbled under his breath, arms folded against his chest as he kept watching the stranger boats swimming through the lake. "She's not complaining."

"Yeah, because I bet your ass that she's expecting you to ask her out too, man," Sam's exhausted sigh caused Bucky to roll his eyes. "C'mon, she's nicer than anyone else you could've considered. What's there to lose?"

"What if she says no?"

"Why the fuck would she say no? Have you seen yourself, Bucky?"

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Alright, for fuck's sake," getting right back up on his feet, Sam walked towards the rudder inside, figuring it's time to get back -totally not because Bucky's paranoia was driving him crazy-. "Most of the shit she did for the house wouldn't take that long to finish. Unless you two are incredibly slow idiots, she was dragging it out too."

That kind of made sense to Bucky, sending his stomach into a slight turmoil as he faced the other side of the boat- just so Sam wouldn't see the excitement on his face. "Stop being ridiculous, she wants to get it done as soon as possible."

"But you two won't have an excuse to see each other as much as you do now, once it's all finished." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly, the grin of victory apparent on his lips when he couldn't hear any protest from the other. "How tragic."

"Fine. Just edge in, I'll go talk to her."

But he didn't even know what to say. Where to begin, how to even come close to explaining how he was feeling. Even he wasn't sure how one would describe it. But Sam's words- they planted hopes waiting to bloom with all their glory on his chest. Of course. You were dragging it out.

How you'd offer him to watch a movie with you instead of putting together that cabinet you bought because "It's considered slavery if I let you work any longer!", or when you'd pull over by a coffee shop to share a plate of tres leches because "I bet they didn't make it as good in the 40's."

How you'd stare at him all grateful when you thought he wouldn't notice. How you never seemed to notice when he did the same.

At a normal rate, the two of you could've finished everything up a week ago. So, you didn't want to let go of the only excuse you had for seeing him as often, and he really had no idea what to make of it.

"So! What did you want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?" your playful figure sat cross-legged on the sofa, and although you felt like you were doing a good job at hiding it, Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

Half-an-hour walk wasn't nearly enough to plan for what he needed to say, he secretly prayed that you could pull the words out of his soul magically by staring at him instead.

"I, um," off to a wonderful start, Bucky couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly unable to move an inch from where he was seated across from you. "Didn't- not really. Just wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"

"We've been spending a lot of time together," you mumbled out, fingers fidgeting with the end of your band t-shirt which was probably a size or two bigger than you. He couldn't believe how effortlessly breathtaking you looked at that moment.

"Yeah, but without excuses this time. I don't want TLC to be our reason to get toge- um, to hang out."

"Okay!" you chirped out, slowly getting up from where you were seated with a huff. "What does my resident super soldier want to do, then?"

He couldn't help but smile at that. "I wanna know everything that you like."

"Can't exactly tell you all about yourself, Sergeant."

As it turns out, Bucky was a wonderful listener.

Not even missing a word, he sat by you, a glass of half-drunk wine on the coffee table as he listened to you tell him stories of your childhood, the ones that you held close to your heart. In exchange, he told you all about his- about how he met Steve Rogers and how he was quite the ladies man back then -and you weren't surprised to hear that at all-, about the dances he'd drag all of his friends to. At one point, given the courage alcohol brought, you asked him to teach you how to dance- the way they did it in the forties. Thankfully, you were able to find some songs from those times, even Bucky's favorites as he carefully held your hand, chuckling along with you as his arms gently wrapped around your waist to keep you close.

"Bucky," you laughed out, bracing yourself against his chest as you looked down at your feet. "I'm so bad at this."

He just shook his head at you, a gentle smile painting his lips before pulling you even closer, just to guide you through it. "You're better than you give yourself credit for," his whisper brought a sigh out of you as you looked up at him, arms now wrapped around his neck with your love-sick gaze trailing through his face.

He looked so happy. So smitten- and it warmed your heart beyond anything you ever experienced before.

"Still not exactly the dance partner you would've wished for, huh?" your tone was softer than ever, quiet, as if anybody else would hear if you spoke any louder. He shook his head rather immediately before reaching in to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed, heart in bliss.

"My imagination couldn't even come close."

It was either his incredible body warmth or the proximity which had your entire physique feeling as if it was on fire, and the way his soft breath hit against your face with each step he guided you through didn't do anything to help. You melted into it- enjoying the way he was quite obviously savoring the moment, engraving it deep in his mind to never forget how it felt to hold you close like this, with music from his time filling his heart with so much familiarity.

He knew for sure then, that you were his home. And you couldn't say that you felt any different.

It was as if your body went on auto-pilot when you pulled away a bit, only to reach back in but this time, in a way where your lips would meet his. He was naturally taken aback at first, body tensing for a split moment before stopping the movement of his feet altogether, one hand going up to rest against your cheek as you kissed him. You were gentle and he was chivalrous, a wonderful rendezvous of the feelings you two harbored for one another. Not even caring for oxygen, you kissed him through the loneliness of the past seventy years, feeling his walls crumble under the soft mewls you let out, before he pulled away to catch his breath.

"You beat me to it," he whispered out, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you still kept him close.

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Ladies Man," your taunting tone brought him back to reality as he laughed along with you. "You were too scared to do it anyhow."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes blurb #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel fluff #marvel oneshot #marvel drabble #bucky barnes

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

haiii :DD do you have any sandstorm headcannons (general or from your aus)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER. i saw it and then was gonna reply on my computer (easier to type) but then I. promptly forgot. but anywho!

i DO have a ton of had canons for them lmao. I'll start with some general / morro lives AU (not a specific au just. general had he survived concepts) stuff before getting into more specific AU nonsense

-I'm of the opinion had Morro came back during dotd (or even survived the end of Possession) that he wouldn't have joined the ninja, at least not right away. I like to think he'd have gone on a sort of vigilante arc. not quite ready to try to make it up to the ninja (or Wu and Lloyd specifically) but. attempting to make amends for what he's done yk. He essentially becomes Ninjago Batman LMAO. And I think, considering how much he really helped save Cole during Dotd, Cole would be the most open to giving him a chance. I like to think the ninja and Morro end up fighting the same guy by coincidence one night, Morro ends up saving Cole from a really nasty hit and from there on out that's where their relationship really start to develop (read: cole joining Morro on his night-stalks whether Morro likes it or not until he Does Like It)

-Cole 100% strikes me as a very physically affectionate person and I think Morro would be. jumpy about that at first. Partially just because he's not inherently physically affectionate and also because the cursed realm was a Nasty place. Also Morro strikes me as someone deathly allergic to PDA because it Embarrasses Him (<- very strong feelings on How People Perceive him).

-I think if he comes back to life (or had long hair from the get go) Morro's hair would be something Cole really enjoys playing with. Eventually Morro would just let him do what he wants lmao.

-Morro and jay would ABSOLUTELY beef over Cole. That's my boyfriend vs that's my best-friend type beat. It would annoy the fuck out of Cole and greatly assume Nya.

-Morro strikes me as a sort of protective person when he really attaches to someone, so. yeah. He also strikes me as someone who'd get jealous romantically very easily lmao. Cole is very much more laid back.

-Morro likes Cole's eyes. will he say that? no.

OKAY onto some Samurai AU stuff!!

-They take forever to drop the surnames lmao. Cole drops them first simply because it annoys 'Kazama' to have 'Kuroiwa' call him 'Morro' and demand to be called 'Cole'. I think the first time Morro ever calls him by his first name is after they reunite and Cole finds out he's actually alive.

-Cole has a lot of layers lmao. So when he wears like. a yukata it sends Morro into a spiral.

-They fight together better than either of them expected. Very solid fighting style (cole) in combination with a significantly more vicious loose style (Morro).

That's all. i need to think about them more BUT. REAPER AU oh reaper au how i love you

-whenever Morro has his hair loose Cole is Enamored. It goes down to a little past his nape and it makes Cole crazy for some reason lmao.

-Likewise, whenever Cole wears more feminine clothing (something he started exploring at one point or another) it makes Morro Crazy. love-sick, a fool.

-they tend to sleep together and very closely. Mostly because of some (route 3 specific) experiences and also because the place they where staying at for two years was Very small. if you walk into them sleeping you'd find Cole wrapped around him like an octopus, head resting on Morro's chest or shoulder. Morro tends to sleep more starfish-esc but its common for him to have an arm around Cole's shoulders or waist. This actually really annoyed the ninja when they and Cole reunited because Morro Stop Stealing Our Friend We Want Cuddles And Also Dislike You Heavily.

-Generally, there was a lot of conflict between Morro and the ninja. They were worried Cole had been coerced because of how isolated he was when Morro had popped up next to him (something they feel really bad about -- they werent ever supposed to forget Cole) and Morro because he's allergic to having good social skills.

-When they started first being around each other Morro was. very flighty. Didn't quite know how to handle his feelings so he'd fuck off a lot which unfortunately aggravated Cole's abandonment issues. It was sort of rough until Morro got his shit together lol.

-Their first kiss was a very quiet thing.

-Cole used to have a crush on Jay and that is something that will annoy Morro very much when he figures it out lmao.

-I like to think of them when listening to bags by Clairo. I mean... "I don't want to be forward / I don't want to cut corners / savor this with everything I have in me / I'm not the type to run, know we're having fun / but what's the rush? kissing, then my cheeks are so flushed" and "pardon my emotions / I should probably keep it all to myself / know you'd make fun of me" and "Can you see me? / I'm waiting for the right time / I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine / can you see me using everything to hold back? / I guess this could be worse / walkin' out the door with your bags" ? very themcore.

lastly, here's some vamp-morro rambles. I don't have a fully fledged au for this just various sketches and ideas lmao.

-Cole would've originally let himself be used as the main source of blood for Morro so no one else would have to do it. It's a bit of a painful process and strangely intimate and something he'd rather no one else on team do.I mean, Zane's a android, Lloyd is obvious no for obvious reasons, Jay would freak out, Kai's too emotionally invested. That would leave Nya and he wouldn't particularly like that either so, he offers himself.

-Morro finds him kinda stupid but Cole's blood is just oddly sweet enough for him to not care to much.

-Cole thinks the bite marks are kind of embarrassing, hard to explain, and oddly Vulnerable to show so he tends to keep his collars pulled up high.

-Morro tends to drink from areas like the side of the neck, the trapezius, and right under his Adams apple like any good vampire. Sometimes the wrists.

-Over time this evolves into a weird little bond neither of them know how to feel about.

okay i think that's all for know! lord, this is so long. hfiewohfeiofne i think too much, send help.

#asks #ask #kotowatee #blah blah #ninjago #sandstormshipping #blood mention #sam.au #reaper.au #vamp!morro

[nailsofvecna]

If the medusa's curse is the punishment for its vanity and hubris, surely there is a path of penance, learning and growth that can lead one of these creatures to redemption? Can a medusa not see the error of its ways, realise that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and make amends for whatever suffering its self-obsession may have inflicted?

In seeking to abandon the ugly, selfish personality traits that got them cursed in the first place, a reformed medusa also loses the ability to petrify people on sight. Fortunately, their newfound generosity of spirit can grant them healing abilities, the better to undo the harm that they have caused in th past.

#stat block sunday #d&d 5e #homebrew #monster

[thestobingirlie]

This isn't just a st fandom problem, it stretches across fandom as a whole.

But I think people focus on and constantly bring up Steve's 'sins'/ asshole behaviour while ignoring everyone else's because fandom seems to consider homophobia the 'worst' kind of bigotry. They can ignore racism, sexism, ableism, but they can't excuse homophobia. They only care about any other type of bigotry if they can use it to prove a point.

They bring up Steve being homophobic for using 'queer' against Jonathan in season 1 but they ignore

The kid's, particularly Dustin and Lucas, casual ableism in s1, when they kept referring to El as 'the psycho' and talking about her escaping from Pennhurst, calling it a 'nuthouse', constantly referring to her as the weirdo or the freak

Jonathan's ableism in s2 when he refers to the kids as Will's 'spazzy friends'

Billy's misogyny, referring to the girls of Hawkins High as cows.

Billy's racism. Everything about the way he treated Lucas. Just because the actor refused to say the N word, doesn't make the character not racist. There is more to racism than just using slurs.

Jonathan's casual misogyny, the way he talks to and treats Nancy at times, especially in s1 when they're talking about the photos. And the way he talks to and treats Joyce at times.

These are just some of the examples I can think of just from the top of my head. But they all get ignored or swept under the carpet, because 'not that big of a deal.'

All bigotry is bad. But Steve is the only character that has shown a hint of bigotry and then been shown to move past it. To make amends and show that he is now accepting of it. No matter how much people try to claim that Steve accepting Robin as a lesbian isn't proof of him no longer being homophobic. As if lesbians are somehow less gay than gay men.

i think because the majority of the fandom is gay, they just… don’t really give a fuck about other forms of bigotry.

they really think that homophobia is the worst that it gets. and that homophobia really only seems to apply to gay men, because the way they treat bisexuals and lesbians is…. jarring. to say the least.

obviously the show is set in the 80s, so it’s not like the bigotry is… totally unexpected or out of place. but i don’t think it’s treated or written right within the show, and i think that’s one of the factors that makes people so comfortable with ignoring it.

steve’s homophobia is unambiguously portrayed as the wrong thing. as steve’s lowest point. the actions he has to claw his way back from. but the bigotry within other aspects of the show is just… ignored. it’s just a joke. or not that serious. the characters aren’t punished or proved wrong. (i do kinda think that’s because a lot of bigotry was inadvertent, and more reflective of the duffers as people rather than because they were trying to accurately portray an 80s society. but whatever).

steve’s homophobia being treated as the biggest bad is also kinda weird to me because it doesn’t really have… a ‘real’ target, so to speak. like, the parties ableism is directed towards el, who, while she doesn’t have a canonical disability, is developmentally behind and raised in a lab. jonathan’s misogyny is directed at nancy and joyce, his ableism is directed towards the party, and therefore dustin. billy’s racism is directed towards lucas and his misogyny is spoken to max.

whereas steve (I AM NOT CONDONING HIS ACTIONS THEY ARE WRONG!!!) calls jonathan a queer. who is not a gay man. while it’s still obviously wrong and homophobic, the target of his homophobia is not a member of the community. and yet, people treat his comment as if it’s the worst form of bigotry on the show.

they’re willing to overlook everything else. they’re willing to perpetuate lesbophobia and biphobia, racism and misogyny. they’re willing to write thousands of outing fics where the outing isn’t portrayed as wrong. but steve saying the word queer? unforgivable.

(honestly, though steve’s homophobia is the only form of bigotry that we see treated as wrong and we see a demonstration of steve’s growth later in the seasons. i don’t know if we can even give the duffers that, because robin wasn’t originally going to be a lesbian. which means the duffers were never planning on dealing with any of the bigotry in the show in a meaningful matter. but that’s a different conversation)

#i responding to this and then it deleted the whole thing and man it was painful rewriting it lmak #i’m not rewriting that lmao #steve harrington #stranger things #asks #anon