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wonwoonlight · 3 years

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📣: husband!Jihoon // pregnant!yn // angst???? not really lol // fluff // comfort?? i guess // 900 words

A/N: ok its nearly 2 in the morning and i made this in like,,, an hour bc i felt bad for not updating 2 days in a row lol (bc that wonu update got too long and now im in too deep, i cant finish it quickly jhdsjfhbdhjfb) so obviously this isnt proofread and stuffs so pls bear with me hehehh also, im still emotional after that mmtg concert and my 2nd gen heart is soaring so i might or might not be in my best condition to write buttttt i do like how this turns out haha anyway! thank you for the req anon, i changed some stuffs bc i cant see jihoon lashing out tbh lol hope thats okay. enjoy!! happy weekend guys!!!!!!!!!!

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You stare at Jihoon as he busily types on his laptop at the dining table, wondering if it’s okay to ask him to go out and get pistachio ice cream. You don’t even like pistachio ice cream, but the baby inside you craves for it and it’s not like you have to say no, either.

But Jihoon has been busy the whole day, barely leaving his laptop alone. The only reason he’s in the dining room and not his office is because the AC has broken down a few days ago and is yet to be fixed. If not, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t see Jihoon all day unless you come by to his office room.

He’s been a little tense these days, too, something about new project going on and his team being less than ideal for him. Jihoon has always been the type to quietly hold things in and then burst at once, which is your constant worry because it’s not exactly good for him.

He’s much better in talking about it now, at least to you, but he still does that sometimes without he even realizes and you think this might be one of those times; which is precisely why you’re hesitating on asking him to go out with you.

“Hoon?” you call him softly, trying to see his mood.

Jihoon grunts in acknowledgement, not even turning to you as his eyes focused on his screen.

“Would it be okay if I want to go out for a while?” you ask.

Jihoon turns at this, sighing at his work. “I’d love to, baby, but I still need to get this done first.”

You bite down your lip, picking your words carefully. “Can I go out with Soonyoung, then?” you ask, mentioning your brother even though you’re not sure if he’s free.

“What do you want to do, anyway?” he leans back on his seat, looking at you with something that is close to annoyance.

“I, uh,” you hesitate, suddenly feeling stupid for bringing it up. What on earth is your hormone doing? “I’m craving for ice cream,” you continue, your voice getting gradually getting smaller.

“I can’t hear you, you know?” he asks patiently, though his tone is on edge as he glance at his screen once again before turning his gaze back to you.

You repeat your words once again, voice even smaller than before. Jihoon takes a deep breath, willing himself not to get mad at you because he knows he’ll regret it immediately. But the miscommunication that has been happening within his team that he’s yet to fix all is getting even more annoying and it’s getting into him more than he’d like to admit.

“Can you repeat that once again?” he tries again.

You’re pretty sure it’s just your hormone acting up, but his annoyed tone and tired sigh stings something within you and you suddenly feel like crying. So, you decide to shake your head and hope your baby would forgive you for not eating that ice cream as you make your way back to your bedroom.

Sitting down on the furthest part of the bed from the door, you try to hold back your tears, try to tell yourself that Jihoon’s just tired and he’s tried his best not to lash at you, that there’s no reason to cry over him sounding annoyed when it’s probably his coworkers he’s annoyed at, not you.

Still, it’s hard to believe it when you’ve heard his sigh and exhausted tone when talking to you.

When the first tear falls, you quickly wipe it with your hand only to have Jihoon kneels down in front of you and take your face in his hands.

He frowns at the tears, his thumbs catching them as you try to calm yourself down. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you, but eventually he moves to sit beside you and engulf you in his embrace, which only makes you cry harder for no reason at all.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your head. “I made you question yourself, didn’t I?”

You wrap your arms around him, shaking your head. You’re pretty sure it’s just your messed up hormones making you extra sensitive, but Jihoon has always been perceptive even if he’s a little late at times.

“I’m sorry I made you cry, hm?” he leans back a little, just enough to see your face.

“No,” you hoarsely say after your tears die down. “I’m—I’m just a little sensitive, it’s not your fault.”

“Still, I should’ve tried to listen to you.” He gives you a small smile, sweeping your hair back to see you properly. “Mind telling me what you were going to say earlier?”

“I was craving for pistachio ice cream,” you say once again, looking down at your belly.

Jihoon follows your gaze and lets out a chuckle.

“Didn’t you just eat like, half an hour ago?” he asks, amused. “Our baby has quite the appetite, huh?”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” you smile at last, making him smile also.

Leaning forward to drop a kiss on your forehead, Jihoon stands up and pulls you with him right after. “Let’s go get that ice cream then. My work can wait, it’s not my fault they’re dumb.”

You seem uncertain for a moment, but Jihoon quickly sends you that look and you know not to question him. So, you take the jacket he’s handing you and take his hand in yours before following his step. There’s no better mood for ice cream than this.

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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Yuetara, zukka, and maiko

yuetara

ship

1) its not one of my main ships. i dont rlly read fanfic for them but if i see a cute fanart of them ill enjoy it and i think i first started shipping it because of good fanarts for them.

2) i like yuetara because of how similar they are. theyre both women from the water tribe. they both understand the misogyny that they have faced. and they both said f sexism im gonna be a strong woman. i also love the tui and la parallel. moon spirit and ocean spirit parallel COME ON. YUE IS THE MOON. KATARA IS THE MOST POWERFUL WATERBENDER. THEY ARE THE OCEAN AND THE MOON. the push and pull they could give eachother. that dynamic ftw.

3) i guess if i didnt like something about this ship would be the fact that if i read a fic or see a fanart w yuetara then than means in that particular au i wont get any yuekka and yuekka is probably my second favorite ship. but then again if i get yuetara than i could get a plethora of other sokka ships to go with it so my sadness disappears in like two seconds. gosh shipping is hard sometimes until you remember ‘hey i have like fifty different universes in my head. all ur ships can coexist in ur brain olivia’ other than that i really see no downsides to this ship. maybe i wish it had more content. maybe if it had more content id ship it a lot more but its not one of the more popular ships so the content is kinda few n far between on my feed.

zukka:

SHIPPP

1) my boys. my babies. my loves. i watched this show for the first time when it came out on netflix and when it ended i really didnt ship anything other than kataang. i came onto tumblr to find fun atla content and one of the very first things i saw under the atla tag was zukka content. i was like oh? whats this? zukka? interesting... i was intrigued so i found a list of fic recs and i fell in love with the ship. the rest is history. its probably my number one ship because it was my very first ship here and im nostalgic

2) oh boy there is so much i like about this ship. i relate to a shit ton of characters in atla. but sokka and zuko may be the ones i relate to most. i relate to sokka because i tend to feel second best a lot to my friends. i try to stay positive but things rarely go the way i plan or hope for them too and while im happy for my friends and their achievements i oftentimes find myself thinking why cant that be me? and i see this a lot in sokka especially in sokkas master. i dont feel special a lot and idk seeing sokka feel the same way and then realizing he is special kinda helped me realize that im special too. on the flipside i relate to zuko because i have wild anger issues and difficulty dealing w my emotions a lot as well. i get broody and short tempered and insecure very often and i tend to push people away and i refuse to ask for help (the amount of teachers and adults and therapists who have told me its okay to ask for help ur not any weaker because of it is astounding. do i listen to them? .....im working on it.) and i saw a shit ton of this in zuko. book one and two zuko rarely asks for help as seen in the blue spirit and zuko alone and he pushes away uncle so many times and even when the gaang iffers to help him in i think its the chase he tells them to leave. when he finally has his redemption and joins the gaang and lets them kinda become a better person i was so happy. i want that for myself yk. seeing him finally win the agni kai and overcome his family that always told him he was nothing was such a win. my sister and i get along but when we were children we were very much like zuko and azula. it was extremely competitive all the time and there was so much toxicity and sibling drama to a concerning extent. we get along great now which im very happy about but yeah their sibling relationship hit a lil too on the nose for me. seeing as i relate to these character so much and want them ti be happy i want to live vicariously through them so seeing them together is amazing for me to project into them. i love projecting onto fictional characters and with them i can project onto BOTH so its a winwin. plus so many zukka fics are so well written and heartwarming and heartbreaking and emotional and fluffy anf UGH the talent here us astounding.

3) what do i not like about the ship? again the list is long. oops. mainly the toxic shippers. there are so many toxic zukka stans that sometimes make it hard for me to enjoy this ship but hey! thats what the block button is for:) i despise how often people infantilize zuko and completely ruin his character for the sake of making him a soft weak lil boy who needs protecting. thats just not zuko for me. and ive seen many many accounts even state that this kind of portrayal of zuko is rooted in racist stereotypes about asian men (now i am white so i personally have never experiences racism but i feel the need to bring that up because it is wrong and attention needs to be brought to it because a lot of poc fans have criticised this) and the same for sokka. some ppl rlly skew his character and make him a big strong brute and hypermasculine and once again poc fans have said that this take is rooted in racist stereotypes. again! these are just my opinions! this is my favorite ship! but i think its important to acknowledge some of the bad parts of our ships as well and be critical where criticism is needed :))

maiko

ship

1) I LOVE MAIKO. “i dont hate you” “i dont hate you too” BRUH. my little heart just burst into flames. im sorry guys but maiko is so cute. they hate everything except eachother. BRUH that is one of the cutest tropes. i shipped them the moment i saw them together onscreen and i was so happy when zukos face lit up in the finale when mai came back.

2) “i hate everything but i have a soft spot for you” TAKE MY MONEY I AM A SUCKER FOR THIS. they are so cute together. like zuko is rarely happy in a majority of atla but mai makes him happy and i- 🥺🥺 HE DESERVES IT. and mai is always so supportive of him. when hes stressing out about the war meeting she tries her best to comfort him. and zuko cares about her too. he may not be the best at showing it but oh my god hes TRYING HIS BEST. i think its a very accurate portrayal of teenage relationships because they arent perfect and they do fight but like,, every teenage relationship does that. and even after everything and how he left her in the fire nation she still had his back at boiling rock. she still risked her life against azula to save his butt.

3) the thing i hate about maiko isnt even about maiko. its about antis who think mai is toxic and that zuko deserves better. that has got to be the worst take ive ever heard. they had a fight in ember island. that is NORMAL. they are teenagers. they are not perfect. but underneath all the rough edges and things they need to work out they still care about eachother so freaking much. i genuinelt believe that neither of them would do anything to intentionally hurt the other and i think thats what matters the most. if anything mai is the best girlfriend in the entire world because zuko fucked up like,, quite a few times. he got rlly jealous and dumped her thru a letter and ppl always say that mai was toxic for being mad at him for those two things. umm she had every right to be mad at him for both of those. and while zuko is allowed to feel his emotions and be angry sometimes as well sometimes he needs to think things thru and realize that hey maybe some if this jealousy is unfounded. BUT EVEN THEN. HE RESPECTED HER FEELINGS AND DIDNT TOUCH HER WHEN SHE SAID DONT TOUCH ME. HE RESPECTED HER. so i hate toxic maiko takes because they are literally so wrong in my opinion.

again all of these are just my opinions!! feel free to agree or disagree but please be respectful!! i will respect whatever u think as well because this is all just for fun :)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #yuetara #maiko #ship game #ask game #long post #wow i wrote a lot #also if anyone wants to talk ships feel free to message me!

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wolferals · 4 years

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🇪🇸vale🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 7

arón x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 7

The sun tickling your face woke you the next morning. You stretched your legs and rolled over to your left side, your hand hitting the edge of the bed.

You didnt think any of it and just slowly opened your eyes.

The first thing you saw was the window where the sun had come from and you realized that this wasnt your place.

Carefully you sat up and scanned the lit room.

After thinking about the previous night you came to the life changing realization that you had had sex with Arón.

And as you has thought the night before, you immediately regretted it.

As you got up you saw that you were wearing underwear and your dress was kind of hanging off your upper body, your boobs fully exposed.

You picked up your bra and your other stuff and carefully opened the grey door to the living room.

At this point you hoped he wasnt there and you could sneak out but of course he was standing in the kitchen, sipping on a drink in a cup. Coffee.

„Oh good morning." he spotted you and smiled.

Totally embarrassed you walked up to him and sat on a chair, hiding your face in your hands.

„God my head." you groaned and didnt dare to look at him.

Arón stood in front of you and handed you a glass of water with a pill. „Here."

You nodded, swallowed the pill with a big chug of water and replied:"Thanks."

You didnt even know what to say, you were too confused and embarrassed for what you had done.

„I'm gonna go." you then spoke and got up and wanted to leave as fast as possible but a hand grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

„What?" you asked and turned around.

Without saying anything else, he cupped your face and placed a long sweet kiss on your lips.

It confused you even more. What did this mean now?

To you this was a mistake, a one time thing.

Was it more to him?

„Uhm.. bye." you exclaimed after looking at him in total confusion. He smiled and then opened the door for you.

„I had fun last night."

You just nodded again and made your way back home, still not knowing what had just happened.

It wasnt your intention to come off as a rude bitch, it just didnt make sense to you and you were pretty bad at hiding your self consciousness.

It had been a huge mistake.

*time skip to 5 hours later*

You had gotten a text from Arón this morning after you had left.

„Are you okay?"

To which you hadnt replied because you were still very embarrassed.

And to make this whole situation even worse, in about 45 minutes you were going to meet up with Itzan and Arón to take the shots for the photo series.

And oh boy were you nervous.

You were hoping Itzan had no clue but they were best friends, he had probably told him and Itzan was now thinking you were a hoe or something.

You had NEVER had a one night stand before. Especially not with a guy you basically just met.

Still very concerned about meeting him, you put on a pair of jeans shorts, a black top and a flannel in case it got colder later.

You didnt apply any makeup, you didnt feel like it. A blue scrunchie kind of highlighted your outfit, holding your hair up in a high ponytail.

You paired your outfit with a golden necklace, some dangly earrings and your usual vans.

Then the time had come for you to grab your bag, your phone, keys and your camera to get going. To meet him again. To face him.

It didnt take too long to get to the previously agreed venue and you were more than glad to see Itzan alone.

„Hey!" you greeted him and gave him a quick hug.

He smiled and replied:"Hi how are you?"

While you were waiting for Arón, Itzan seemed to have no clue about what happened and your thoughts were shooting through your head like arrows waiting for their time to hit the middle.

„Oh there he is, thank god." He suddenly spoke and you turned around just to be faced with a smiling Arón, who walked up to you and said:"Hola people."

It confused you how chill he was. Was hooking up with „strangers" an every day thing for him?

„You ready Piper?" Itzan asked him as Arón was sitting there on a bench, waiting for you to take the picture.

Itzan had called it your job to photograph and his own job was to „direct" Arón.

What a generous guy he was.

„Claro qué sí." Arón nodded and you tried to focus on your job to take a good photo.

While the guys talked about the next test shots you were only thinking of his naked body on yours, making you all bubbly inside.

„Y/n you good?" Itzan asked concerned and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You came back to reality and asked:"Uh what? Yes. Im fine. Didnt sleep too well."

You heard Arón chuckle. „Why didnt you sleep y/n?"

He got a death glare from you.

„Easy guys. Lets just do this." Itzan seemed to get annoyed.

You were too. You were annoyed by Aróns behavior. But especially you were annoyed by yourself, you didnt even know how that could've happened.

„Y/n photo!" Itzan complained and you nodded back and took a the next picture of Arón. He was looking deep in your eyes, as you looked up from the camera again.

„Do we got it?" Itzan asked you.

Nodding you replied and checked through the taken photos.

They did look pretty good already, you still had to edit them though.

„Whats wrong with you, y/n? Are you feeling okay?"

Itzan looked at you all concerned. „You're absent today."

You simply nodded. „Sorry, im good."

He grabbed his backpack and then spoke:"Maybe its better if we edit the pictures this weekend, you get some sleep y/n you hear me? Imma head to the gym, see you later Piper."

And you were back alone with Arón. He walked up to you and intended on saying something but you cut him off before he could even start. „It was a mistake, I'm sorry. I dont wanna talk about it."

You acted like you were going through the pictures as he looked down at you.

„Y/n, come on." His arm reached out to touch your hand but you pulled away and replied:"I'm very sorry Arón, but i'm not like this i promise. I was drunk and it was a huge mistake."

He sighed. „Please?"

You looked up and took a deep breath.

„I know you like me."

You shook your head. But both of you knew it was a lie.

A thousand thoughts were running through your mind at this moment. „Arón, please lets forget this. I'm not ready for that."

Arón nodded and didnt say anything for a bit.

Then suddenly he asked:"Let me guess, you've been hurt before and arent ready to try something new?"

This time you shook your head and meant it.

„Not hurt. I just havent really been loved by anyone yet. And im..."

-„Scared?" he asked softly.

You were aware that this was a bitch move but you seriously were afraid of being close to someone.

Nodding you answered him.

„Yeah." you whispered and looked to the floor.

Arón got closer, tucked a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind you ear and rested his hand on your cheek.

„Thats okay. We can take the time. And if you're not ready to do this, thats okay too. But trust me chica, I wont give up on you."

This made you laugh.

„Come on. Let me try this." He pleaded and pouted at you.

You werent sure, you wanted to get to know him better first before „dating" him.

„Please just give me some time." Was all you said before giving him a small smile and grabbing your stuff.

„As long as you need." he smiled back.

„But just that you wont lose interest, I'll keep annoying you over text."

You started to grin. You knew he would.

„Vale" you replied.

„Vale" he spoke back and smiled at you, as you slowly walked away after telling a boy who was head over heals for you to give you time? Like girl, this man wants you and you walk away?

Sometimes you hated yourself for your decisions.

#elite #aronpiper #cute #preference #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #smut #itzan escamilla

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mnogorgannik · 4 years

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2 10 n 11 :)

this is basically an essay im so sorry. watch how hard i can infodump (ill put this under a cut hopefully it works bc sometimes tumblr decimates the keep reading things if theyre in asks)

2. Who’s your favorite of the Bound? What do you think of the different ideologies they have? Which of the factions are you most aligned with?

WE ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER I AM A PETER LOVER THROUGH AND THROUGH!!!!!! oh baby i love that morally questionable architect. pretty early on in getting into pathologic (it’s coming up on a year now...) i thought about peter stamatin too hard and now i’m here. but really i find him to be such a fascinating character!

the thing about pathologic that i love is how almost every character can be as complex as you want. pathologic does an excellent job of implying a lot of character traits while only exploring some in further detail, which in some games is frustrating but patho does it so well! it consistently hints at traits and lets you fill in the details yourself. peter’s character is extremely interesting to me... and maybe a little more relatable at times than i want to admit lol.

i think i’ll talk about both stamatins though! their dynamic hurts me a lot. i’ll start with andrey bc i’ve been thinking about him lately. although i’ll bounce back and forth between both stamatins.

i’ve said this before but i’ll say it again.... andrey’s role as a protector who inadvertently hurts the people he cares about really gets to me. he is not a shield but, in his own words, a battering ram. and the problem is that battering ram has a recoil.

i have to wonder how that mentality of his came about, anyways. the implication is that it’s always just been him and peter, so did he take on that role because there wasn’t anyone else to do it?

in his efforts to protect peter from... military, i believe, he kills four people. which leads to daniil getting mistaken for andrey, which leads to daniil getting shot. and almost dying. he protects peter but to a smothering extent, peter even says he’s been suffering for ten years bc of andrey which is a LOADED line. he protects on a physical level but he kinda fucks up on the emotional.

there’s a horrible irony in peter and eva being the people he cares about the most and both attempting suicide. with eva once she’s missing he immediately goes running off trying to look for her, and . ahh i can’t remember right off hand what exactly he thought happened. but ik he was probably expecting a fight. with peter he says that after that he’ll never let peter leave his side, at least “as far as his knife can fly”... it sounds cheesy but the one thing he can’t save anyone from is themself.

and god the way andrey bases his ENTIRE sense of self worth on peter fucking hurts. they’re not peter and andrey, the architects. they’re Peter And Andrey, The Architect. (thinking about “one architect, two brothers” here.) andrey thinks he’s larger than life and all but he’s constantly living in peter’s shadow. their theatre of death positions come to mind here, with peter standing up, looking down at andrey. but andrey is on his knees in front of peter, arms limp to his sides.... separated by a wooden beam...

peter’s side of this dynamic is fascinating too. his dependency on andrey is. ow. leaving all practical matters and decision making to him... there’s this resentment (That’s Fine I’ve Been Suffering For Ten Years Because Of Him) and lack of communication that especially shows through for him.

while in p2 andrey completely crumbles if peter dies, peter doesn’t seem to care...... at all....?? which hopefully is elaborated upon in p2. he’s willing to talk to aspity about worrying if andrey is angry with him but he can’t bring it up with andrey himself. when he asks how andrey is doing he stops and says andrey is a “tough man” and can handle anything. in general, while it’s definitely there for andrey, themes of dependency are really glaringly obvious for peter.

one of my favorite peter things i’ve talked about before is still his ego!!! peter has a gigantic ego!!! he really does think that even though he’s hit the ceiling and can’t go any further he is still “a true architect” and “the rock upon which is built the stairway to tomorrow”. he has a blunt edge to him and he doesn’t ever tell you more than he thinks he needs to which i love. if he doesn’t want to tell you something he isn’t gonna do it. this is a character trait i think ppl miss which is sad because it’s so good and adds another layer of depth to him!

it really does hurt me how he’s valued for his mind alone (AHEM AHEM AHEM. GEORGIY) but it’s the thing nobody understands about him. i’m nowhere near as smart as peter lol but i do know that pain of feeling like none of your ideas can be understood because you just can’t express them the way you’d like, and then feeling like you’ll never be able to make it happen.

also, here’s a little thing i’ve picked up on. this connection probably doesn’t exist but i’m making it because the stamatins make me lose my mind and start becoming one of those people who looks for connections in everything i guess. peter standing in the theatre of death, andrey below him. peter’s loft being at a high point in the town, the broken heart being underground. peter’s loft is also higher north on the map but the broken heart is lower south. just smth interesting

i have more thoughts on them of course! but this is all getting awfully long. i feel like i’ve only just gotten to the tip of the iceberg even though i’ve written so much skfjskfjs this just feels quite surface level or. at least what is surface level for me who thinks about the stamatins so hard.

anyways i’ll keep my answers to the other two parts of this question quick! peter and andrey’s more creative vs practical mindsets are rly neat. especially because i would actually argue peter is a little more grounded in reality in certain aspects. not all, but certain ones...... their take on the utopian ideology is interesting. hot take: peter’s version of utopianism leans a tad towards humility. and andrey /does/ feel “straightforward utopian” but i think in certain regards? this man has a bit of a termite streak..... (hi al if you’re reading this). but i won’t get into that right now i’ve already gone on so long. saving that for later.

i think all of the factions kinda suck in their own way sometimes, honestly? although all of them are well written and have their pros and cons. were i in pathologic and i had to choose one i’d probably be a termite but everyone around me seems to think i’m a utopian. is it bc i love peter so much

10. What would you be like as a Pathologic character?

this question is a hard one! i did make a self insert once, mile-a-minute, but they’ve become their own oc by now. i think i’d be very...... very afraid...... probably isolating myself why does every pathologic character break quarantine???? also you could trade beetles with me :) thats about all i’ve got sorry this is real short

11. What is something you would change, writing-wise, about either game?

UGH i’ve been gushing about pathologic because. obviously i love this game so much. but the way it handles racism & such (in both games!) leaves much to be desired :/

i see a lot of the points it’s trying to make but i think the way they’re handled can be very messy. there are moments that work very well but. a lot that don’t. (i am aware that dybowski writes partially from his own experiences)

all too often the game “validates” the kin’s oppression and... at times paints them as oddly antagonistic? i don’t like how often as artemy you’re able to be like “i’m not one of those beasts” and i think there are better ways to touch on his internalized racism. in general the constant comparisons to animals is weird. you get big vlad who is obviously explicitly racist comparing them to animals, but then sometimes it’s like “ACTUALLY calling them animals is fine :)”

i think the herb brides are kind of. Hm. in their portrayal. also using parts of the buryat alphabet to denote an accent is weird. making odongh and herb brides inhuman is weird. connecting the kin to Magic is weird.

and, listen, i’d really like to not be playing Artemy Burakh Experiences a Microaggression Simulator every time i’m playing the haruspex route. hate that you either can’t call ppl out on their shit or if you can it ends the conversation/bars you from getting necessary information. glad you at least get to drag the vlads, i guess?

i also was talking about this but wrt peter specifically, and this issue is present throughout the game but it’s especially visible with peter, i don’t like how often you can mock him for his addiction.

he’s obviously in an extremely rough patch! being able to be just so plain cruel to him about the dependency on alcohol (and iirc in p1 hallucinogens, bc aglaya mentions it) he’s formed to cope with his mental illness & trauma just feels bad. especially because yes it is not a healthy coping mechanism at all but... it still is a coping mechanism, if that makes sense?

the way you’re able to constantly rub it in his face feels awful. peter is fully aware that it isn’t good for him and shows a desire to quit. even if he didn’t it would still be awful to say because. it’s just insensitive. like you don’t just go up to someone and keep being like HEY YOU DRINK A LOT YOU SHOULD STOP DOING THAT DO YOU KNOW WHAT WATER IS? feels really bad to keep harping on something that causes him pain and that he struggles with every single day.

however peter does have moments where he tells you Not to say that, or if you pry into why he drinks he’ll outright say he doesn’t remember you being his friend, which is better than nothing.

in p1 moreso than p2 i hate how you can be like oh he’s craaaazy he’s off his rocker he’s delusional!!!! that “why, i never... an architect of schizophrenia!” comment sticks in my mind because it’s just... so genuinely mean. especially because if i remember correctly that line is from when he’s planning on LITERALLY FUCKING BURNING HIMSELF ALIVE

i think if they were going to have all of this they should have gone more in depth on how it’s really. not good that he’s treated so poorly. and i do believe that’s what they were going for, a la the art book w/ the whole “not to be made into a drunken clown, this is a tragic character”, etc. but it just doesn’t land. i’m holding out for the bachelor and changeling routes in p2 to see if they expand upon any of it but i highly doubt i’ll be satisfied in this regard.

i stand by the One time it was really fucking funny to clown on peter being the time you can tell him little girls eat raspberries and earthworms and he just believes you

#asks #patho #GODDDDDD #i hope you wanted to read an essay today

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obscureoperations · 3 years

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I’m not the collar anon but Martin is cute and putting him in nice cute lingerie as a way to show him that he’s cute and yours🥺🥺🥺🥺 play into his praise kink and his want to be owned by you. Maybe you even chooses what he wears and dresses him. Only you two know that he’s wearing some cute panties and bra under his clothes and once in a while you’ll brush against him to hear him subtly whimper. (If this isn’t your thing that’s fine lol, I’m just going off)

Hah! Go tf off anon! Say it with your whole chest.. I know I did...I'll admit, I never woulda came up with this concept myself. Guess thats why I like hearing your random ideas. This went on longer than I thought it would and Im operating on a questionable ammount of sleep. Oops. Nsfw but nothing too graphic...

At times you couldn’t believe this was actually a thing, the fact that he went through this “ritual”just for you. In the beginning, you told yourself you were just joking, that you only wanted to see his reaction. You couldn’t deny the flicker of excitement once he started to undress fully in front of you. No more shutting the blinds, flicking the lights off-- diving beneath the covers before anything ensued. You always made it a habit of telling him just how beautiful he was. How lucky you were to have him. He would look at you as if you were insane. The truth of the matter was you wanted him completely. You were overjoyed just to have him in your life. He never believed it-- any of it. When you first stated in simple words, just how much he meant to you-- you were sure that he might faint.

“ So you actually like me.. y/n… I mean really like me?”

One of the things you loved about Martin was the fact that he always tried so endlessly to please you. Always by your side in an instant, the moment he detected any form of distress.When it came to “the sexy stuff” His receptiveness seemed to intensify-- his only goal was to make sure you would go.

You always made sure to praise him. You let him know how good he could make you feel. Moans and whimpers pale in comparison to your words. “ You’re so good for me.. Martin.” “just like that…” “Baby please…’' You couldn't ask for a better student. So when the two of you laid together on a lazy Saturday night, you were completely thrown. His fingers fluttering beneath your shorts. Resting against the hem of your panties. It was one of your fancier pairs, black satin full of lace. It wasn’t like anything you wore everyday, Laundry was due and you needed something. It was the first thing that fell out of your drawer.

He seemed to be fascinated by the fabric, the way it clung to your skin. “Here...take these off.”

“Take what off?!” You whisper, already fumbling with his belt.

“These…” he whispers, sliding your jeans down your waist, fingers playing over the silky fabric.

He seemed mesmerized for a moment at the way the material clung to your skin, he began experimentally tugging at the fabric. Teasing you, briefly with his hand before returning his attention to the elastic. You were always beautiful to him but something was different, his desire for you seemed to intensify. The sheer lace material provides a barrier to where he wants you most. He could already feel heat rise to his face.

“Martin, I'm sure they would look so much better on you….”

His eyes snap to your face, were already laughing--arms crossing over your eyes.

“What” He whispers as he moves to shift your leg, already teasing you through the fabric.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, suppressing a moan-- you couldn’t believe that he already managed to get you that worked up. He leans in burying his face at the crook of your neck, increasing the motion of his hand. “Tell me…” he whispers, noting how the sheer fabric was practically soaked, his teeth digs into the flesh of your shoulder

“ You jus-- ohh “

“Would you like that?” The speed of his hand increases-- finally sending you careening over the edge.

“Ye-yess”

“If I wore yours?”

He sits back admiring his handiwork, you were panting, arms crossed over your face. A fine sheen of sweat covers your skin. His attention remained in that tiny scrap of fabric, unsure why the wheels were already spinning in his mind.

~~~~~~~~~

He was always so nervous, hesitant to leave the bathroom-- even after you tap on the door asking if he was okay. His eyes would linger at his reflection, overanalyzing every imaginary flaw. His slight figure-- to slight in his opinion shivers as a breeze flows in through the window. His skin breaks out in goosebumps,, he wraps his arms around himself lightly.

He looked ridiculous, you would surely laugh at him. He wondered briefly if this was all an elaborate prank. The midnight blue fabric clung to his skin, hipbones pronounced--jutting forward sharply. The sheerness of the material left next to nothing to the imagination, he began to blush profusely, noting how he was already slightly on. This had to be about the third occasion he agreed to modeling for you, and yet it always felt like the very first. Heartbeat hammering against his ribs, he swore he could feel your gaze as it moved over him. Fidgeting, slightly unsure what to do with his hands. “Martin… come here” In an instant, he would relax in your embrace as your fingers weave through his hair. “So pretty…” The words alone caused a warmth to bloom in his chest, he needed to hear more. “Am I?” He whispers as you lead him to the bed. He takes his place kneeling in front of you.

It was decidedly different than when he was in town, the silken fabric caressing his skin. You always knew when he might need the slight boost, a subtle reminder of who he belonged to.

You used to always lend him youus, assuring him he could pick out whichever garment he liked. They were just so pretty, he didn’t even know you had that many pairs. He was used to you wearing nothing at all or even boxers in the winter. They seemed to suit you perfectly, he had no idea why you didn't wear them more often. He didn’t bother to ask, that only meant more options for him right? One day, when the two of you were out and about, you gingerly pulled him into a lingerie shop. His face reddens immediately, as his gaze lands on a scantily clad mannequin. The entire shop smelled strongly of vanilla and something vaguely floral. Elevator music droned on in the background, his eyes move over the various displays of silky lace. Frills straps and garters. His head starts to swim “ Y/n… what are we doing in here?” He whispers, but not before a petite blond emerges from the back.

“Oh sweet! Newlyweds… am I right?”

“No” “Yes!” You pull him close, urging him to play along.

“Perfect, well I just want to let you guys know that we have a special! Every three apparel items you purchase, you have a choice at either a fifty percent off novel, perfume, or private item of your choice.” Her well practiced spiel was almost overly saccharine, but it was clear that she actually liked her job. She hovered close by, offering suggestions and ad ons. But her presence only seemed to make Martin more nervous. After a few moments, you can feel his hand tug at the hem of your shirt. “Can we leave?!” “Hang on..”

“Excuse me…” Your eyes move to her shiny name badge “Kelly… we appreciate all your help, but…my husband here is a bit embarrassed to be in here… Catholic family…” You offer with a shrug. Martin averts his gaze to the floor, he just wants her to leave. “Oh, absolutely, Im sorry! If you need anything just yell.” She lets her eyes move to Martin who suddenly seemed wildly interested in his shoes-- before looking over to you. She shot you a wink, mouthing the word “cute” with an approving nod.

The two of you moved to the corner of the shop, with his arm wrapped snugly around your own. He refused to leave your side as he surveyed the counters. “Y/n… can we just pick something and leave? What if someone sees us in here?” “Don’t be silly Martin, we’re on the other side of town-- besides we’re not here for me ...we’re here for you!”

“What?”

“Pick something, anything you like!”

Some of the color re-emerged on his face, but he couldn't deny the flicker of excitement. He could pick out anything? He had the choice in what he would wear for you? There were just so many options-- he began to feel a bit dizzy. “Oh… “

As the two of you made your way over to the check out, he hastily shoved the items in your hand. With his gaze pointed back towards his shoes, he couldn’t wait to get back home. “Alright, you guys find everything okay?” “Yes.. perfect, thank you!” You offer chipperly. “Great! Oh, well look at this you’ve got three items, would you like to take up that fifty percent off sale?” You had almost completely forgotten about that. You can feel him cling to you that much tighter, it was clear that he wanted to leave. “Martin?” He quickly grabs a book titled “The erogenous zones” tossing it on the counter. “Good, choice!”

The walk back to the train station was brief, all the while he still hovered close. You could tell he was a bit more relaxed now, but he was definitely in a way. He would act so “sweet” to you sometimes, clinging to your side, waiting for the slightest command. You could practically feel the anticipation oozing off of him as you take your places at the stop. The wheels were already spinning in your head. Martin already told you that Cuda would be meeting with some of the men from church around seven thirty. They would have dinner early, and then he would be free to leave. He could hardly contain his excitement.

#martin (1977)#martin/reader #martin/fem reader #but if you skim it could be generally whatever #now im thinking abt this goddammit...#hey it's a concept...

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rainingspellforlove · 4 years

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captivated.

Chanhee likes being alone. he likes to enjoy his me-time the most, even he had so many friends out there. sometimes he hangs out with his squad, but mostly he likes strolling the street alone while sips a coffee in the nearby cafe he found. he mostly spends his time alone or with his friends. but everything changed when he met this guy. this very guy that he met in the club few months ago.

it’s the first time chanhee went to a club. it was because his friends forcefully asked chanhee to come. chanhee didn’t like crowds at all. he hates it so much. so he never to come to crowd place especially a club. that’s the first place that he didn’t want to go to so much. that day, chanhee (unwillingly) came with his friends. he just loved his friends and didn’t want breaking the friendship, so he decided to come. he just wears his usual shirt and jeans. while his friends totally went off like a fashion models. their friends basically are bunch of lovers. he had 4 friends and there’s 2 couple from it. first is younghoon and changmin and the second couple is kevin and jacob. that’s why he likes to go alone because he’s always left out when the 4 of them being such a lovey dovey. he’s really gonna puke if he stayed too long with them but their friends are so caring about chanhee. they would like to do anything for him to get a good catch. actually, that is the reason his friends bring chanhee to club. to get a hot guy.

“i really hated this so much but i love you all sooo much, thats the reason i come today okay, dont get me wrong” chanhee said

“i promised you’ll get a hot snack today” kevin said enthusiastically

“hot my ass, lets just go there then back home quick”

they arrived at the famous club in the center of the city where most of them wears expensive clothes and accessories. chanhee didn’t pay for this, younghoon paid it all. he’s extra rich so he’s willingly to pay for the five of them. changmin is the luckiest for sure. he got a hot and rich boy out there without even trying, because younghoon made a move first.

chanhee felt he went to a wrong place moreover he wears just plain clothes.

“wtf i just wear this... ugh bye i dont care, i just sit my ass of in the bar”

chanhee just went off leaving his friends who right now enjoying themselves out in the crowds. he looked at the menu but he’s like

“the fuck i didn’t have that much money.. should i ask younghoon to pay or ugh but he already paid for this ughhhh” chanhee just blabbering himself with frustation until someone tall came approaching him in the bar

“what do you like? i buy it for you” he said it softly.

chanhee seems a bit surprised by a approachment. he dressed casually with a black top shirt and black jeans also. this guy is tall, but not so tall as younghoon, maybe 2 cm lower. he had his raven black hair which it seems he styled it so good. he seems like an actor coming out from the tv. he had sharp-edged nose which made him looked even more like a celebrity.

“o-oh no no it’s okay i didn’t feel like to drink tonight. i must go back sober because im sure my friends wont be sober at all later” chanhee got panicked a little by the coming of this real hot guy. so kevin is true? is it their plan afterall?

“it’s okay, you can order some cocktails.”

“no it’s okay-”

then the tall guy ordered some cocktails for chanhee and for himself too.

“it’s my treat because i need someone to talk to and you seem not interested, i guess?”

“uhm, thank you for the treat i guess.. i promise i’ll pay it soon-”

“no, there’s no need. it’s okay. it’s really okay”

“okay fine, thankyou anyway. and yes im not interested in this kind of amusement. it’s not amusing at all for me”

“so what kind of amusement you like to see mr? what should i call you?”

“chanhee. call me chanhee” chanhee finally looked at him. that tall guy sat beside him in the bar. chanhee can finally looked that guy’s feature even more clearly right now.

“hi chanhee, im not weird person, so dont be scared okay, im just like you. bored with these kind of stuffs. im just dragged here along with my friends too.” he chuckled

“no i didnt think it that way, you seem like a good person. but i dont know it’s just my guts, hey you didn’t tell me your name yet”

“yes right, sorry. im juyeon. nice to meet you chanhee”

“of course nice to meet you too”

they talked for a while there while having their cocktails. somehow juyeon is fun to talk to even with his lame dad jokes. and juyeon is easily to be fooled. chanhee really likes to fool someone and laughing at them. they really having fun talking to each other like that. chanhee found they kinda had no ending convos between each other. juyeon just told him that he’s actually working as a new journalist, because he’s a fresh graduate and it stressed him out because there were so many tasks to do. and it turned out they are in the same age but juyeon graduated first because he entered the college one year early. after those fun and funny convos between each other, juyeon stated something.

“chanhee-ya, you looked so pretty today, i cant take my eyes off of you since you come today” he looked so serious and his eyes told him so. the way his black pearled eyes see chanhee thoroughly and softly. chanhee looked at him back. in his eyes.

chanhee didn’t realize he’s been drowning into his eyes the whole time he had this long convo with juyeon. he rarely looked at someone’s eyes while having a not serious conversation, but today is different. juyeon’s eyes. the way his eyes looked at chanhee is a whole different. chanhee is captivated into them. he’s so lost into juyeon’s eyes. he admired those pretty and captivating eyes which made him forget that he’s right now in the least place he wants to go. but right now, he’s stuck here in someone’s eyes for some moments. he felt like there’s no one here in this shitty place, but he’s right here with juyeon only. both of them alone.

chanhee looked so flustered. and he started to blush withouth he even realized.

“uhm- i- that’s so much blunt of you wow thank you i guess..”

“such a pretty boy doin here alone, im scared you’ll be get kidnapped or something while your friends out there,” then he moved closer to chanhee’s ear then he whispered

“there’s so many guys lookin at you lustfully if you didnt notice.. look at your surrounding”

chanhee didn’t realize it at all, there’s really some guys lookin at him with nasty look that he’s really gonna puke at them right now.

“shit. i should go home i guess. that’s why this is the least place that i wanna come sigh, but wait how can i know youre not like them huh?”

“uhmm, you’ve been with me an hour, so i conclude youre comfortable with me”

“yes youre right...” then he looked at juyeon for a while, he really like a good boy with his fool-like smile but still handsome. and the eyes which can smile too.

“lemme take you home can i?”

“ugh why? you have your friends right, and i got my friends too..”

“it feels like you didnt want to stay here longer right”

“how did you know though”

“it’s seen by your face you dummie cutie” he pinched chanhee’s left cheek softly.

“uhm right.. we just talked for 1 hour but why i feel like it’s already 2 hours... time really ticks longer here”

“go tell your friends then, i’ll take you home.”

“how should i trust you, youre not like the nasty guys right there?”

“i promised i’ll drive you safe and sound without even do anything nasty to you. i promise please let me take you homee, im just wanna talk to you longer though. i kinda had so much fun talking to you and bonus you’re pretty”

“finee let me chat my friends first okay, then we can go”

“yes!”

he’s enthusiastically happy and he smiled like a puppy. chanhee for the countless times drown into his eyes again and he said this without even he realized.

“juyeon, did you know that you are so cute?”

“ah- oops, it went off from my mind” chanhee said again

juyeon just smiled

he moved closer to chanhee. he looked at chanhee’s eyes softly and took chanhee’s hand. he carressed it softly. then lookin at chanhee’s lil cross tattoo in his pinky and carressed it again. after that, juyeon just kissed chanhee’s knuckles one by one.

“but you’re way more cuter.”

“i- i- o-okay.”

chanhee flustered as hell and blushed like a tomato. he feels his ears hot like a pan.

“lets go” juyeon dragged chanhee out from the club with his hand intertwining in chanhee’s.

juyeon brought his sport car with him today and chanhee will ride in there the expensive car.

“oh my, it’s really your car? oh God you didnt look like a rich sugar daddy but you really are?”

“im not yet a sugar daddy, im still in my twenties, im just a hot man that you just met in the club” he teased

“okay whatever”

then juyeon laughs and they both entered the car.

“do you want to straight go home or?”

“i didnt feel asleep yet. do you want to go somewhere?”

“not really, but do you have a place to go in this hours?”

“uhm let me think, there’s a cafe near my house, it’s just a small cafe but it’s really cozy and-” chanhee didnt even finish but juyeon just smiled softly

“yes lets go there anywhere you want”

“okay”

juyeon always looked at chanhee everytime there’s a traffic light.

“stop looking at me like that, you seems like wanna eat me alive or what”

“sorry you’re just so pretty”

“stop telling me!!”

“why? it’s true though, you’re really beautiful, did i make you uncomfortable?sorry-”

“no no it’s just, i cant take compliments, cant you look at my ears that flushed red like a tomato right now?”

juyeon laughs and seems enjoying it so much

“you’re really pretty. really.”

“i even just wear this pair of not so expensive clothes, you still call me pretty?”

“uhm” he nods and smiled like a puppy again

“geez whatever you say”

they drived along and arrived at the place.

“it’s a cute place so thats why you like to come here. so cute people tend to go here”

“stopppp”

juyeon laughs again and they both entered the cafe

the barista knew chanhee and actually it’s his childhood friend too. his name is sunwoo. and sunwoo looked so surprised seeing him with a new guy

“HYUNG WHO IS TH-!” he almost shouts

“shut up sunwoo or i kill you” chanhee said while glaring at him

“oh you know him?” juyeon asked

“yes he’s just my annoying childhood friend that eventually lived around here too.”

“oh, he’s not gonna into your lane right?”

“what?”

“so i will not have any rival to get into you”

“lee juyeon please stoppp”

“okay i’ll stop for now idk later” juyeon just laughs

they sat in the side of the cafe while lookin at the street outside.

“it’s my usual seat anyway if you dont mind we’ll sit here”

“anywhere you go princess”

“geez stop it lee juyeon!” chanhee blushing again

juyeon enjoys chanhee being like this so much.

they finally sit together in the side. they had their own world again, they talked so many things again even their TMIs. they had so much fun talkin to each other until they didnt realize their cups of coffee almost empty.

“lee juyeon, i dont know you are just dumb or just being pure. it’s slightly the same!”

“it’s just good being pure, like it’s pure my thought that i pour in and it feels so genuine right? i like being pure, because it’s me, that’s my charm hahaha”

“i guess so, but don’t be so pure too much juyeon! you can be easily fooled!!”

“i will try hahaha”

they’re being quiet for a while to take a sip of their coffee. chanhee quietly looks at juyeon’s features again. his smile. his jawline. his sharp-edged nose. his eyes. then his lips. he almost imagined how it feels to place a chaste kiss to his lips. juyeon is beautiful. how can someone like juyeon being with him right now in here in his usual cafe. today is beautifully weird. but he loves it. it’s a whole new feeling. he never been feeling so light and joy like this before. even with his friends. it’s a new feeling.

“i know youre staring chanhee”

“o-oh im-no- im not staring” he quickly looked aside to the window

“cute. i like how you’d been flustered.” he teased

chanhee felt his ears hot again.

“dont tease me!”

“fine fine i’ll stop” juyeon chuckles

then chanhee quickly takes a sip again to his cup of caramel latte. chanhee suddenly said bluntly

“sunwoo had a boyfriend”

“hm oh? why suddenly-”

“there’s his boyfriend, the cashier boy. his name is haknyeon.”

“ah” he smiled so widely and chanhee knew he’s about to tease chanhee again

“stop saying anything okay, i just stated facts maybe you should know about this” chanhee didnt look at juyeon directly and just lookin at the window

“okay okay i know” juyeon just smiled again looking at the shy boy in front of him

“you know that im straightforward right?” juyeon suddenly said

“uhm yes so?”

“i’d really like to kiss you right now”

“uhm- s-sorry, w-what?”

“sorry i- it’s just my mind that slips out- i didnt mean to-”

“later okay, we can kiss but later” chanhee just smiled at juyeon and continue to sip his coffee while looking at his black pearled eyes who captivates him so deeply in the past hours they’ve been together.

juyeon looked a bit flustered and suddenly he grabbed chanhee’s hand.

“lee juyeon- wait-”

chanhee cant finish his words and just followed juyeon along. chanhee got so confused and say goodbye to his friend sunwoo quickly. sunwoo mouthed

“congrats hyung youre gonna get laid today!!”

then chanhee just mouthed “fckk youu kim sunwoo!!”

then chanhee really got dragged away from the cafe.

“lee juyeon what’s wrong? why suddenly?”

“just get in” he seems serious but didnt express any emotions too.

“o-okay”

then they both got in the car.

they were being quiet for a while. juyeon started the engines but he didnt press the pedal yet.

“lee juyeon are you mad or-?”

“im not chanhee..”

“so why?” juyeon being silenced and then looked chanhee closely. his black pearled eyes lookin more clearly while looking directly in chanhee’s eyes. chanhee feels like he’s drowning and drowning again into his eyes. his captivated gaze. chanhee really been lost in these beautiful eyes of juyeon for these past hours and he didnt deny it. he really wants to go deeper into his eyes.

“can i kiss you?”

so chanhee nods softly after that.

juyeon leaned in as well as chanhee who moves closer to juyeon. juyeon really placed chaste kiss into chanhee’s lips. juyeon puts his wide palm around chanhee’s soft jaw and softly carressed chanhee’s cheek with his thumb. chanhee grips his jeans tightly while feeling a soft kiss in his slim cherry lips. juyeon kissed chanhee slowly, from chanhee’s bottom lips then decided to kiss it even more deeper. chanhee’s lips just move along with juyeon soft kiss toward his lips. chanhee really melts into juyeon’s. chanhee feels like he’s already get into juyeon. when they already a lil out of breath, juyeon pulls away and moves to place a kiss to chanhee’s corner of the lips. then moves along to kiss chanhee’s chin softly, moves along again and kissed chanhee’s fluffy cheek. chanhee feels like so much butterfly flying over in his stomach. he almost died because of tachycardia. juyeon still place a soft chaste kiss in chanhee’s face. he moves to chanhee’s eyes then his nose. and lastly his forehead.

juyeon finished his long lasting kiss towards chanhee and they still few inch apart.

“you’re really beautiful. i do really mean it. it’s just few hours but why i already really like you. admit it, you kinda had a spell on me huh?” while carressing chanhee’s soft cheek with his big thumb. chanhee still blushed red.

“i cant say anything for now or my heart’s gonna explode”

“cute.” juyeon smiled while looking at chanhee’s eyes.

“lee juyeon. let me state this. we just knew each other for just few hours why did you make me like this?”

juyeon just chuckled and keep carressing chanhee’s cheek softly. then chanhee brings his hand to grab juyeon’s hand.

“uhm-” chanhee tried to say something

“can i-” he stutters then try to look into juyeon’s black pearled eyes.

“can i kiss you again?” chanhee finally looked at juyeon’s beautiful captivating eyes clearly

“no need to ask” juyeon smiled softly and started to lean in again

chanhee circled his arms into juyeon’s neck and they melted into each other. juyeon can feel chanhee’s caramel latte into his bitter lips of americano. they kissed so deeply until juyeon pulls away. then juyeon lifts chanhee’s small waist

“juyeon what are you doing?”

“sit on my lap”

“w-what?”

“come” juyeon didnt let chanhee finish his words and just pulls chanhee into his lap softly. chanhee just moves along and he’s already in juyeon’s lap.

chanhee puts his both hands in juyeon’s shoulder.

“i-”

“ssh, im not gonna steal your virginity for now. not now. and not here. “

“okay but-”

juyeon just pulls chanhee’s waist closer and pulls chanhee’s face into his. juyeon can feel chanhee’s hot lips after kissing him too long. juyeon just kissed him so deeply again while hugging his tiny waist. chanhee grips juyeon’s shoulders harder while feeling the kiss. juyeon’s lips dominate chanhee’s and chanhee didnt mind at all. he moves along and just follow juyeon’s moves.

it lasted for awhile after suddenly chanhee’s phone buzzed.

chanhee pulled away suddenly and there’s 5 messages already. from kim sunwoo.

“YAHH GET A ROOOM NOT IN FRONT OF MY CAFE PLEASE”

oops. chanhee just realized they both just been makin out in the parking lots in front of the cafe.

“uhm- i think we should go- sunwoo just-”

“okay sweetie we can do it another time” juyeon said while carressing chanhee’s hair and kissed chanhee’s corner of the lips.

“uhm right. uhm- do you mind if- uhm”

“uhm?” juyeon leaned in closer

chanhee still blushing red as hell. but he’s not himself right now he’s just gonna explode at anytime

“you can go to my house if you dont mind we can-”

“we can? what?” juyeon teased.

“uhm eish just drop me then in front of my house.” chanhee said frustatedly

then juyeon chuckled again and whispered to chanhee’s ear

“lets go home and continue our unfinished tasks”

chanhee blushed red red so red.

but then he just nods and go back to passenger seat quickly.

juyeon finally press the gas pedal and started to drive.

he began to drive to chanhee’s house to finish their uncomplete tasks ;)

- fin

#juyeon #chanhee #junewfic #bxb #fanfiction #juheartsfic #junew #theboyz #theboyzfic #theboyzfanfic

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years

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Ok hmmmm fake dating art school au with Malec, Claia, Lukemaryse and (platonic, obviously) garrowbane where hmmm magnus is with an ex at the start and tries setting up Luke with people

well this got really cracky really fast

okay so im gonna go ahead and say that i have no idea how art school works in the US so for the sake of My Convenience™ imma go with the way it is in Brazil, which is "there are numerous kinds of arts going on in the same institute/college"

so im thinking..... clary obviously is doing visual arts, painting, whatever its called (this is probably where i should warn you that i know nothing about visual arts). maia is not really an arts major, but she's doing a course on technical/scientific drawing since shes a biology major and that's useful for her field studies. magnus is on the same course, except hes like an engineering major really. im a slut for inventor Magnus so yeah he wants to be an engineer to develop new kinds of technology so technical drawing is important for him. meliorn (watch me slip meliorn in literally everything i can) is a theatre major, and Luke and Maryse r both studying music

Luke and Maryse r older and like idk how common that is in the US but here in Brazil some ppl (spec retired ppl) come back to college to study something they have Always Wanted To but that wouldnt bring them money. i know that the whole "no free college" thing makes that harder but they can be post-graduates i guess. or Luke is and maryse is a regular major but shes a super rich hotshot lawyer who after the divorce decided to be less stuck up and dedicate herself to things she enjoys, and since shes rich, she has the money to do a major or a music course just for fun

anyway! Magnus is the kind of guy whos friends with everyone from all ages and courses. he quickly becomes friends with maia (shes on his course after all) and meliorn (who is a theatre major but takes classes in everything they can because.... they can)

i just realized maia/meliorn has a LOT of brotp potential but ok anyway

magnus and maia bond greatly over their shared interests (yeah shes a biologist and hes an engineer but magnus' interests vary a lot and also hes a fan of biochemistry. they also have relatively similar life stories and a similar sense of humor, even if maia is sharper at the edges - which is something Magnus likes, really. she's fierce and fun and unafraid and he wishes he were more like her sometimes. they have a mutual admiration and kind of protection pact). meliorn on the other hand is kind of the local queer cryptid in a way, which of course means magnus immediately befriends him, and Maia is just delighted at how much of a trickster they are. magnus also likes meliorn a lot because they're so... chill and easy and unbothered by social conventions to the point of being nearly unaware, which makes Magnus feel so comfortable. and meliorn thinks Magnus is interesting, and they all get along.

maia kind of brings luke into the group. luke is kind of maia's adoptive uncle. she lives alone but once she ran away from home luke was super nice and helpful and also one of the ppl who most encouraged her to go after her major like she wanted

luke and maia are clearly close and have each other's backs, but they also tease each other a lot. so when one day luke teases maia over her crush on clary, she retaliates by looking DIRECTLY at meliorn and being like "he's just jealous. did you ppl know he hasnt been on a single date in years" and meliorn, who thrives on the chaos, is like "oooh we should set him up" and magnus of course jumps at the opportunity

so the three of them keep trying to set ppl up with luke, and it just ...... never works. like doesnt come even close to working. its kind of a disaster actually. its awkward, it never clicks, and at this point luke is begging them to stop but you know thats not gonna happen. so as a last resort, luke lies that he's dating a woman from class. cue him asking maryse, whom hes never talked to in his life but is the only eligible woman his age at class, to like, please do him a solid. and maryse is just so shocked by this random (but handsome) man's life, shes like. lmao sure. look shes a post-divorce woman she wants to be free and cease giving fucks

and maryse kind of has fun pretending to date luke, but she's a busy woman and she doesnt hang out with them often, and they are like [BANGING POTS AND PANS] WE WANT TO ACTUALLY MEET HER

and luke is all like "well maybe if all of yall singles got dates we could have a date together otherwise get out" so maia asks clary out purely out of spite and turns out it works, but Magnus and Meliorn are like "uuuuhhhhh,,,,,,," so meliorn is like "what if we pretend to be together lmao" and Magnus is like shit we're gonna do that aren't we

i know its not exactly Magnus having an ex but look im struggling to put all of this together okay udhdhdbd also im not big on the whole "breaking up because of someone else" trope ya feel

god this is just the setup for malec to meet, im,,,, a mess

so anyway Magnus and Meliorn are determined to totally sell this to luke (maia knows its a scam of course, she can smell bullshit from miles away). and luke and maryse are also totally determined to sell this cuz everyone is an idiot. so they keep having, like,,,,, dates together, until eventually they kind of become a solid group of friends. they all welcome maryse and are really impressed by how critical she is of her pre-divorce self and how it did wonders for her, they think shes really strong. she even shares about how she struggled with her son being gay and her daughter deciding to become a forensic pathologist instead of a lawyer like her, you know. in short they all become good friends

so now everyone (but maia and clary who are happy and drama free and laughing their butts off at Magnus and Meliorn) is in a difficult situation because now theyre all friends! what are they gonna do, confess it was a scam all along? pretend to break up and make the whole thing awkward? they're trapped in their fake dating and it looks like they're just gonna have to, like ... deal with it

and in luke and maryse's situation it's even more complicated because they are kind of getting into each other, and theyre like groaning because theyre grown ass adults they shouldn't be living this trope. and yet

anyway as they become closer they start going to maryse's (shes the only one with a large enough place) and that's when Magnus meets Alec and meliorn meets izzy

which,,,,, despair

because they had been doing a great job of fake dating so far, excuse you, they are partners in crime. they're a well oiled lying machine and they work together flawlessly. magnus is not even a good liar but shit if meliorn didnt teach him every trick on how to not technically lie, and also they are very close and the kind of ppl who are comfortable with sharing affection, so yeah they drape their arms on each others shoulders and hold hands and kiss each others cheeks NO PROBLEM but now theyre both interested in someone else

hell, theyre both interested in maryse's kids

fuck

shit

goddamn

meliorn is all like "i told you we should have pretended to have an open relationship" and Magnus is like luke KNOWS im monogamous he would KNOW we're lying and meliorn is like FUCK and maia and clary are losing their shits

meanwhile luke and maryse are becoming more and more domestic and oblivious to the world. they will b like "you kids put the movie on, we'll make dinner" and be all like fluffy asshole

izzy quickly picks up that its a scheme cuz shes smart, and flirts with meliorn when maryse isnt around, while Alec is like SHIT dude i cant believe ur into a TAKEN MAN what the fuck kind of sad gay stereotype r u

but their pull is like,,, stronk and they frequently find themselves getting lost in their own little world and lowkey flirting and just being a liiiiil too close (especially in alecs case since hes like ..... stoic extraordinaire) and then theyre like AH SHIT WAIT and they jump and pretend nothings happening

and look, izzy would tell Alec about the scam, but she's, como se dice...... having way too much fun at his expense. she and meliorn start dating on like day 1 and make a pact to see how long they can keep the act up and enjoy the show

maia and clary have eaten their combined weight in popcorn by this point

the intrigue. the chaos. the misunderstandings

it gets more and more ridiculous as time goes by but Magnus is still determined to yknow keep the act up and not expose his and meliorn's lies

they just,,,,,,, live like this

it lasts for so long

like ..... months of ridiculousness

and alec is suffering because hes into a taken man whos obviously very in love with his partner and he feels guilty and all of that shit

and magnus just.... doesnt know what to do with his predicament. look he has anxiety this was a bad idea how is he gonna walk up to Alec and b like "hey so I'm not really dating meliorn it was all a scam so we could spy on luke and ur mom but it went too far" and the more time passes the more awkward it gets

the dam probably breaks when magnus finds meliorn and izzy on a date on accident, and hes like rjrhrjrjdnc SO THEY KNOW???? and meliorn is like nah only izzy knows we wanted to see how long itd take for u and alec to get ur shit together. and magnus is like oh my god and meliorn is like "in my defense i didnt think it would take literal months!!!!!! and then it started to feel awkward to just tell you to go for it"

so magnus is like FINE i guess i will TELL ALEC and ask him if he wants to DATE ME IN SECRET so we can keep NOT HAVING TO CONFESS WE LIED TO HIS MOM

and then i guess he tells Alec???? and he still isnt sure whether or not Alec likes him so he isnt planning to ask him out immediately afterwards, just, you know, let him in on the secret, and Alec is like "dude my mom is lying too" and Magnus is like what she and luke are like married

anyway knowing about that gives them full permission to come out as lying bitches so they're like "how dare you lie to us like this.. but also we did the same thing"

eventually luke actually asks maryse out

i dont even know whats happening anymore god im done

this is your fault anon

if anyone wants to actually write this, feel free rjrhdjdn honestly id read it

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blackgirlblues · 4 years

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Being A Black Girl: And Chasing Your Dreams.. Yikes.

Hi,

It’s me, your resident black girl back with some new shit to rant about. I’ve been posting a few screenshots of short poems and paragraphs I’ve been writing on my phone as a way to heal and get over Capricorn boy from my last post on here and I see you guys like and reblog. Thank you for showing love, although it makes me sad that so many of you seem to be going through the same range of emotions I am. I’m sorry.

I know it’s a lonely place to be in.

But, on the bright side, I’ve got a lot of new followers joining the diary/manual/rant page that is blackgirlology and it’s nice cause I think it’s becoming a little bit of a community. So, in a way, were never really going through any of these emotions alone. If you’ve found this page-you’re part of a community. Bask in it.

Anyways, that aside, a lot has happened since I last spoke to you. I don’t know if any of you may remember, and for some new people this will be a surprise. But I’m actually a singer songwriter from Ireland. Moved to London a year and a half ago to pursue my music dream and that’s how I met Capricorn boy whos been the source of all my poems.

Throughout this time in between, I’ve been trying to chase my dreams, and chase them relentlessly. and this summer i did just that, let me tell you, what im about to tell you guys, is to put it simply, wild. I’ll just cut to the chase.

It all started in July. I’d been in London for quite a long time now, over a year and now have a manager who’s my best friend first and foremost. We’ll call her Maya. I met her in my first week of moving to London in the student halls I was staying at and we became best friends pretty quick. She studies music business, so it made sense and she just naturally ended up taking up the role as my music manager. Shes seen everything. The songs I wrote about Capricorn boy, the tears, everything. And she saw everything this summer.

I saw an ad for a record label opportunity in London. It was advertised on my university facebook page; a new indie label, looking for demo submissions for a competition they were setting up to find their new signee. I sent a screenshot to Maya who agreed I should send my stuff in. I did, they liked it, I got a meeting, we were sent terms and conditions for the competition. We signed it, the rest was supposed to be history.

Big yikes.

There’s so many layers to this story that I will be shortening it, just because it can get very draining for me to talk about or even write about. I’ve healed from it i think, but I still want to put it here and write it about to finally close that chapter and be done with my feelings about what happened to me and my music.

Basically, the whole competition, the record label, the dickhead CEO, it was all a scam. I had accidentally signed away the master rights to my new song to a record label started by a fake CEO who was committing fraud and known for tricking young artists into handing over their master rights so he could profit off of them, for power.

It was a mess. Another contestant told me and Maya when we were outside of their office. Just minutes before we were under the impression that I was doing an interview for Billboard Magazine. Honestly, I never truly believed it. Shit was too good to be true.

But she told us everything. How he was actually a run away from Spain, where he was caught and exposed for doing the exact same thing to artists there, how he didn’t have any money to fund the competition he had somehow roped all of us into, how he was illegally avoiding paying his team, how none of the creatives we had collaborated with for photoshoots etc were paid, how everything was a lie, how he didnt have any connections, and how he was trying to convince me specifically to sign a 360 deal with his label.

Which, guys, I’m not stupid. After the first week of being with the label for the competition and letting my song live through their disastrous marketing campaign, Maya and I long decided that regardless of what they said, I would not under any circumstances be signing anything with any entity of their company.

After being told the truth, I had to sit down. You see, when I came across this opportunity, I thought this was finally the life I’d been manifesting coming true. I had begun to grow in my spirituality and start journaling, writing down my manifestations, and getting to work with a record label who would later offer me a fair contract before I turn 20 was one of the manifestations I had written down every night before I went to bed. However, what I’d gotten was the exact opposite.

I remember, me, Maya, and 2 of the girls from the competition all stood around in a circle outside of their new office that the CEO also hadnt paid for wondering what our next move would be with this new information. There was still 2 other contestants inside who had no idea what was really going on was an elaborate scam. One of them wanted to go in and expose them on the spot. I said no, we had to go in and pretend like everything was normal until we figured out what to do afterwards.

So in I went, plastering the fakest smile on my face and pretended like I still thought I was about to be speaking with Billboard Magazine. Once I got out, I broke down in Maya’s arms.

I went home to my flatmates, Ellie and Bea and cried for hours before I had to go work a 7 hour shift at a pizza place.

I stayed in bed, and cried, and cried. and cried again. I didn’t get out of bed unless I needed too. The only people I talked too were my flatmates E and B and Maya.

Everything was sorted out eventually, a lot more happened, but as I’ve been writing this article for you guys, I realised that all of that stuff is no longer relevant to my journey and isnt something I want to bring back into my energetic circle because I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of people who betrayed me when I was at my lowest, peace with the fact that these contestants who wanted to “work together” to get out of this mess, actually wanted to save their own asses and leave me in the cold.

But I still got out of it and I’m still here.

I nearly got sued by a man with less than 20 pound to his company account online, but hey, I’m here.

I guess why I’m telling you guys this really short account of my summer is to both record it for myself but also to say its okay to flop, its okay to fail. I did both this summer. and thank god i did. it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

following your dreams is scary, doing it as a black girl is terrifying because society has already kind of set you up to fail. there’s already misconceptions about what you do, who you are, where you come from and how good you’re going to be at what you do. its almost like we cant fail and we need to work 10 times harder to obtain half of what the average white person will get. and sometimes it can feel like we dont have any space to fail or make mistakes because of this but let me tell you thats not true.

if anything, the universe will put you in places that will force you to grow through the mistakes you make. and thats exactly what happened to me this summer.

i chased my dream so relentlessly i ended up in an environment i thought i manifested, i thought was good for me, only for the universe to show me that that specific environment i’d been wishing to be in is the furthest from what i need right now in my life.

this so called failure showed me that not everybody who smiles can be trusted, and that people can be way more deceiving than i ever thought, especially when push comes to shove and they need to save themselves. you start to see the real them when it starts to get tense. the people who seem to be around you when you’re doing good will most likely dissapear when things start to go south, including some of your oldest friends. you will get radio silence on their end. be upset. cry. but after that be glad that this situation revealed their true colours.

and then never put any more energy into them again.

this failure showed me how fucking strong i am. how resilient and kind i am even in the face of disrespect and actual evil. it showed me how much i can care for someone who i believe is at a risk of losing it all, and showed me that this will not always be reciprocated. and for a while i thought that meant that i had to harden myself up and grow a shell. but i dont think so. i will not allow the things ive been through to make me into a hard person when i was born soft. i mean now, im a little rough around the edges, jagged enough to cut anyone who comes too close with some of that bad energy, but soft enough to hold myself tight and glue myself back together when i need to. soft enough to hold the people who held me this summer. soft enough to help people who i know deserve it.

im a good person in a shitty world, i don’t need to match the world and become a shitty person to survive.

after all of this happened, i stopped writing music.

i haven’t written anything properly or produced anything in months and sometimes i get worried that ive completely lost my talent. but thats another thing that this failure taught me, i can never truly lose whats meant to be mine. i know that i was put on this earth to create change, to inspire, to be an activist and a voice for people who dont have one. i know i was put here to do it through a creative medium and right now i still think that is music.

i think i just need to stop being so scared to start again, to learn my craft again.

i used to be so scared of failure but now i am so thankful for it and the lessons its taught me. i had so much hurt and pain and hatred in my heart for the universe for, in my head, doing this to me. but then i realised that the universe never does anything to you, it does it for you. all of this happened in my best interest and while i definitely didnt understand at the time, i get it now.

thank you universe for the worst summer of my life.

and my black ass will be continuing to chase my dreams relentlessly, failing, tripping and falling on my ass until i get to the very top.

besides, if everything had just gone right, that wouldnt have been very interesting, would it?

#blackgirlology #black girl #black power #black love #black blogger #Black Blogs #music #blog #blogger #journal #journaling #diary entry #diary of a black girl #diary #dear diary #tumblr diary #dreams

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supernatural---imagines · 5 years

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Your Type (Dean Imagine)

hi can i please have a dean x reader where the reader is best friends with charlie and she introduces you to sam and dean (she told you about the hunting) and the reader and dean instantly have this connection and he uses some cheesy pick up line to ask her out and its super fluffy thank you sooooooooooo much you are one of the few active supernatural blogs

Dean fic where you aren’t interested in meeting the boys cause youre friends with charlie and are mad at them for ruining her life, but then fall for dean?

I dont know if anyone out there still cares but i recently found the password to this blog that i lost 2 years ago. Im sure none of you are active anymore but heres a dean fic in case anyone is? I started this like 2/3 years ago...

“Hey Charlie?” You called to your best friend through the hall of her apartment, having just woken up from your room where you had been staying for the past few days.

“In here!” She shouted back from the living room. You wandered in spotting the clock on the wall noticing how long you had been sleeping for. Charlie was sitting on her couch with her foot up on the coffee table lacing her boots up.

“Headed somewhere?”

“Im off to see Sam and Dean, they called this morning they need help with a case” she answered

“Oh god not all that monster crap” You replied with dread in your voice. Charlie had got pulled into this insane life by these two boys about a year ago now. As her best friend, she told you everything and you would have thought she was mad if she hadn’t shown you cold hard evidence. You slightly despised these men. Your friend was happy, in a good job, enjoying her life for the first time in a while, then they showed up and took that all away from her forcing her to leave her life behind.

“Yes, monster crap.” She rolled her eyes at you. “Look, I know you don’t really like the brothers, but honestly they’re like my family. You should come along and meet them, you wont have to do any hunting they’ve got a pretty neat set up and you can kick back for a few days”

“I’m not sure..”

“They’re also both totally hot and single! Dean is so your type” She teased.

“I don’t like them, i will definitely not be getting with either of them. But ill come along for you.” You agreed hesitantly.

About 45 minutes later, you arrived at your destination. It would be so easy to miss if you weren’t aware of exactly where it is. Charlie got out of the car and gave you a reassuring smile before heading down the steps towards the door. You had expressed your nerves to her about meeting the boys in the car ride down.

She knocked on the door and was greeted by a tall man with longer hair. A huge smile beamed across his face as he scooped charlie up in a hugged as he greeted her happily. You stood back from the door not really sure how the man would receive you.

“Sam this is my friend, y/n. I’ve told you guys about her before. She’s been staying with me so i brought her along i hope thats ok.” Charlie explained to Sam as she stepped away from the hug and took a few steps towards you.

“Yes of course, hey y/n” Sam smiled at you extending his hand for you to shake it. You were kind of taken back. Unless this guy is an incredible manipulative actor, he does not seem like the type of man who would have destroyed Charlie’s life.

Sam invited you all inside where his brother, who must have been Dean, was standing at the bottom of the staircase, who greeted charlie just as happily as his brother did. You took in the surroundings of the Winchesters home, as Charlie explained who you were to the other brother. It was incredible, it was a massive underground building and definitely had Tardis style architecture. You were instantly drawn to the massive world map table that was located in the middle of the room, in front of a library type room.

Dean said his hellos to you, much less receptive of you than Sam was. You were kind of hoping he’d be just as friendly because Charlie was right, he was your type. You all sat around the table in the library for around an hour, done some quick catching up and some getting to know you before they dove into the case they were working. Charlie needed to help Sam hack into a security system as he just couldn't crack it alone, as the Winchesters needed to break into a facility to steal some weapon to kill some monster or other. You didn’t pay much attention to the details, to be honest you couldn’t as it was all still quite confusing to you.

“I’ll take Charlie to the site tonight so she can figure out what she needs to break this, and if she can do it we will come back in the early hours and break in. Sound good?” Sam explained his plan to his brother. He nodded in agreement and got up off his seat in sync with Charlie and Sam who started to head off.

“Alright follow me and i’ll put the TV on for you in Sam’s room, food and beer is in the fridge help yourself.” Dean said before he started off in the direction of the hall.

“Umm Dean?” You called, he stopped and turned round. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this place creeps me out a little and I’m not a crazy hunter who’s not afraid of anything, so if you’re not busy would you mind staying with me?” You spoke this half truth, yeah it was true that you didn’t want to be in this place alone, you didn’t know it at all and it was quite uncomfortable to be left in someone’s bedroom. But at the same time, you could help but remember Charlie saying how Dean was single.. and he definitely was your type.

“Look, i’m going to be honest. I don’t know you, and sometimes I don’t take too kindly to strangers. But Charlie is like a little sister to me and if you’re her friend then i guess i want you to be comfortable.” He started towards the kitchen and you followed him in. “We’ll grab a beer and... get to know each other” he said almost through gritted teeth. Yeah, he was right about not being the most welcoming.

You sat down at the kitchen table and Dean set down a beer in front of you before he went off down the hall and came back with a cassette player, and stuck in an ACDC tape. You smiled and expressed your love for the band, and once you began talking music, Dean started to relax a bit. You talked for around an hour, and the previously off standish Dean had started laughing and joking. He explained a bit more about hunting and how he met Charlie.

“I’m going to be honest Dean, once you came into Charlie’s life everything got a little but fucked up and I kind of hated you both a bit for it..” You brought the laughter to a halt.

“Believe me, no one hates us more for that than ourselves.” Dean said bowing his head. You regretted bringing this up. He took a swig of his beer after shaking his head a little, clearly this was a hard subject to deal with. The whole time you were hating them for ruining Charlie’s life they were hating themselves 10 times harder, you had never actually considered that they never ever wanted to do that.

You reached your hand across the table and placed it on top of Dean’s. The many beers you’d put away giving you the confidence to touch this magnificently attractive man in an attempt to comfort him. He brought his eyes to yours suspiciously, not understanding what was going on.

“I didn’t mean to upset you” You started to apologize when he snatched his hand away to fish out his phone that was vibrating in his pocket.

It was sam explaining Charlie can hack the system with everything they have with them, and Sam is going to go in alone tonight, then they’ll stay in a near by hotel and will be back in the morning.

“Looks like it’s just you and me tonight kid” Dean remarked, finishing off his beer. You smiled to yourself, you’d come to quite like this man and a night of just you and him didn’t sound too bad.

An hour later you found your self in Dean’s bedroom, however not in the way you had hoped. You were both sitting on the edge of his bed watching Batman. Somehow you ended up on the topic of this film and how long it had been since you both seen it, and it just so happened Dean had the DVD.

“I’m sorry..” you interrupted the film “I know you like batman but MAN am I rooting for the Joker so hard right now”

“You’re a horrible person” Dean said sarcastically

“Oi!” You yelled, gently punching his arm to express your annoyance at his comment. He nudged you back instantly on the shoulder pushing you backwards onto the bed. You yelled out his name with a laugh and pulled him down with you, wrestling around for a minute before he pinned your wrists above your head and the smiles both faded from your faces. He was leaning over you, his eyes searching in yours looking for permission to kiss you. You leaned up slightly and he brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately before letting go of your wrists to trace his hands over your body. He melted into the kiss as his hands felt every inch of you, sliding up your shirt to feel your breasts over your bra. You grabbed the back of his neck forcing him to sink even deeper into the kiss. He paused and pulled away from your lips, as his hand moved away from under your shirt and lingered on the button of your pants, as he looked into your eyes. You smirked and nodded your head at him before he undid the button and ripped them off you.

The next morning you were woken at 6am by Dean’s alarm, you groaned as you rolled over to smack it to shut it up. You looked beside you and saw a half awake Dean, who was completely naked under the blankets, with messy bed head and an annoyed look on his face from the screeching alarm. Beer bottles, snack wrappers and a whiskey bottle were littered over the floor. As you sat up your hangover suddenly became apparent to you as you moaned a little before forcing yourself to get out of the bed.

“Mornin” he grumbled as he picked up a pillow and put it over his face and rolled over. You laughed to yourself and got up, throwing on Deans plaid shirt and your underwear. The smile didn’t leave your lips as you put the clothes on, the memories of last night spent with Dean was one of the best you’d had in a long while.

You left Dean to sleep a bit longer, and walked out of the bedroom making your way to the kitchen to find coffee. You didn’t notice Sam and Charlie sitting down with some breakfast before it was too late, they’d spotted you in the older Winchester’s shirt and no pants. “I told you he was your type” Charlie giggled, erupting laughter from Sam as your face turned red from embarrassment.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #dean winchester one shot #supernatural

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antlorien · 5 years

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More Mangai Rantings

Coming off of a whopping 26 note high on my secondary toa teams post, I have more rantings about the whole storyline of the Mangai.

So for starters, WHAT THE FUCK.

Lhikan, my heart and soul, my golden sweet sweet trauma boy, has the most fucked up life out of anyone in the entire lore like his entire life is spent losing the things he cares about and watching troves of people die around him. Like, boy probably had PTSD before he even GOT to Metru Nui from the Frostelus incident, like he had one job and he failed and ran away and everyone died horribly. Thats gonna leave some psychological scars.

He then proceeds to fight A LITERAL GODDAMNED DRAGON and like, he was probably useless as fuck in that mission. Maybe running support at most, but homeboy is a specialist with fire, and this thing specifically went to a giant lava pit to gain more power. He aint gonna hurt it. They had to call in 4 ice toa, mess up the 6 toa different element comp and just cranked it up to 11. SO hes not having a great start.

Then, after he kills the dragon, someone starts MURDERING THE CIVILIAN POPULATION LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. No other villain seemed to be as careless about Matoran life. Makuta? Brainwashed and boxed em up. Piraka? Brainwashed and enslaved. Not great, but it wasn’t just straight up elaborate murders! Tuyet, I love her. She is so full of personality and spite and I want to do so much with her character. Like next to Naho, I feel like before this, Lhikan would have trusted her the most. She is smart, skilled, and good at what she does. Easily a very useful friend, and so he had to really trust her and to find out she was doing this? My boy would have been devastated. He then has to watch as the one he doesn’t trust as much has to pick sides, which has gotta be stressful. Also yes, he definitely doesn’t trust Nidihki. Dude comes from the hell peninsula of hell island where life is hell and he gets out of there, dude aint gonna be a socialite. Hes the dark side of what toa are meant to be before he even gets there and golden boy has to just trust him to do what is right in this moment, and obviously, it isnt an easy decision, because we only know he sided with likhan in one universe, all the others might have been more in line with the Toa Empire or something like that.

So Nidhiki makes the right choice, they throw tuyet in jail to IMMEDIATELY have her stolen away to NAUGHTY HELL JAIL, so like, that must have been a conversation, like none of them knew it, and last they saw her, Tuyet was about to become possibly the most powerful toa ever, with the ability to become even more powerful as time went on. So shes just... GONE... and nobody knows shit. Thats gonna be stressful.

AND THEN A WAR STARTS. Like all of this has gone down, things are going to shit, and shadow boy just decides fuck it im going downtown and invades the island. Thats gonna be a hard time on Lhikan, who now is essentially a war general. He has to run an island that does not seem particularly equipped for dealing with this kinda stuff. At this point also, we might just be getting the start of the Vakhi, so its not clone wars level, they cant just send out all these robocops to deal with the issue, at best they might still have kralhi??? but no idea. Nuparu might even still be working on the vahki when the hunters show up, just trying to crank em out. So Lhikan has now 10 toa vs dozens to hundreds of dark hunters, and thats gonna be a fight you lose. So in order to make this work, he has to arrange for Naho to sneak out, leaving them with even less defenders because also so.

Water toa right? Easily some of the most powerful, if not the most powerful toa, especially in a small island like this. Just use the water around them to suck people to the ocean floor, and I feel like while Tuyet was more of a tactical and combat specialist, naho was really focused on her elemental powers, kinda like lhikan, with his precise fire powers. So she, possibly the strongest member of the team, just leaves, and has to go find some other army in the meantime. After this goes down and she comes back, its gotta be rough i mean they were holed up in the colliseum, thats gonne be crowded and hard to deal with morale, because that place cant be that secure, its got no roof sometimes. So any hunter that can fly is gona be up there trying to make a move, and those that can dig or climb have their own ways in. So after defending this for who knows how long with 9 toa, she brings in the cavalry and messes them up, but lots of them die. like just straight up in canon on both sides they were dying. By this point, its been a hard war already, righting back from within the colliseum, and trying to get control back of the city.

Then we get the big slap in the face numero dos. Nidikhi, all ready for his glory, gets too overeager and betrays likhan and is so bad at doing so that he wins the war for the toa. He is so weak compared to what tuyet could have been like he had no sense of anything going on, no military knowledge, he was just edgy. Now he goes off and tries to sell them out and Lhikan already was able to suspect this right off the bat so he cant be too trusting at this point still, so he has probably had these doubts like what if he had been thinking about what might have happened if nidikhi had sided with tuyet this whole time. Like he probably set the bar so low that Nidihki just tripped over it not knowing it was there. So he gets that, and has a whole plan set up.

THIS IS WHERE IT COULD HAVE GOTTEN GOOD FOR HIM. SO he talks to Hakann, makes the deal to RETURN THE ONE THING HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SAVE FROM HIS FIRST BIG TRAUMA so like huge personal victory for him and hes gotta be doing pretty okay, but the issue is, hes now gotta kick nidikhi out. I dont think hed be okay doing so either, like he had totaally been trying to give the edgelord a chance, and he just throws it back in lhikans face. So he kicks him out, never to be seen again, and the war ends. Nice and easy.

AND THEN HIS BOSS GETS POSESSED. Like this boy cannot catch a break, he has fought a dragon, an impossible war, lost two teammates to betrayal, maybe more during the war, I have no idea, but they have gotta be on edge after the war at least, because they were likely split up. they were the toa with the most knowledge of the city, so they would likely all be generals, not to mention whoever was assigned to Dume’s guard, because that would also be so much stress and i feel like that was probably nahos thing after she saved the day the first time. so shes been stressed, lhikans been stressed, and then their boss starts sending all his teammates off on suicide missions. That’s just gotta destroy him. He also probably knows at this point that shit is going south, you are telling me a man who has seen this much betrayal would not instantly be on guard about this? I think if anything this might have been the hardest part for me to believe, that after being betrayed by two of his teammates who he was so willing to trust, to have dume start pulling weird shit and him not question it is hard to get. SO I think naho would have been last. Naho would have been his rock, ironically, because shes there to make sure hes still sane after the war, and shes been personally guarding dume this whole time so she trusts him more, and is persuading lhikan right up until its her turn. I have more personal head-canons about some of this but ill save that for later.

so he is alone again. team all disintegrated, boss possessed, when guess who comes a-knocking, but the horribly mutated spider version of the only person he knows is left from his team. He has this last reminder of what he had show up, and it is so warped and distorted that he has gotta be just messed up so completely by that. So he decides to do what he can, make the stones, and then take on his old teammate, and then the movie happens, he gets captured, has to teach new toa how to do their stuff, which he has no experience in and so he is getting this chance to get to be a influential part of this toa team

AND THEN HE JUST DIES. And this is real hard, because Vakama and the rest were so ready to believe he was the Heart of Metru Nui like, this is someone who you can tell all the matoran respect and know and he just dies right in front of Vakama. This hero of the city, such an integral part that he was considered its heart, is just straight up killed by getting thrown aside by a shadow hand. That is the end of his life, is he gets this chance to try to prove his worth to these toa, and then he gets killed protecting them, even as a turaga. Beyond this, he was already a legacy. The metru, when they became turaga, told all these stories about him, about the adventures he did, like they know what he did for them, and so he does live on, in Jaller, in the metru, and in the minds of all the matoran, who may know now that this legend from their stories was actually real and actually did all this stuff. No other toa team did as much as the Mangai except the mata, and they werent even normal toa, they were specifically designed to be toa like they had to be the best designs, and also got upgraded several times. Lhikan and the Mangai didn’t. they got beat down time and time again and eventually all died protecting their city or turning against it.

I will tell this story in detail, and I think that it is one that needs to be told, because it isn’t one of the main stories that ends all happy, it is a tragedy, but it is the most important and untold tragedy of the entire canon.

#bionicle #long post #bionicle ramblings #ramblings #yes this is my special interest #especially the mangai #so i can go on about this forever #and may tonight #mangai #metru nui #my post #lhikan

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deputyash · 5 years

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Sprained Ankle

Pairing: Dovie Ash x John Seed

Word Count: 1,306

Warnings: Minor-ish Injuries, Blood, Kinda Sorta Brief Nudity, but not really. (It's not described at all.)

Summary: Dovie comes home injured and John must take care of her.

Tagging: @xmisswolfx @sleepylunarwolf @krenee1drful @onl-you

A/N: I actually wrote this all in one go! Surprising! I’m very happy with how this turned out!! Thank you for sending it in @elusetta :)) This one uses Kiss Prompt #4: A Kiss where it Hurts

Hope ya’ll Enjoy! :D

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John was sitting in his office, looking over some paperwork for Joseph. His brother was wanting him to send out more planes and patrols throughout the Valley. The Project’s numbers were beginning to dwindle and Joseph wanted to change that. And of course, that meant John would have to make the changes happen. The only drawback? John wasn’t totally...on Joseph’s side these days. On one hand, he still wanted to believe in the Project, but his recent encounter and then relationship with the Deputy has begun to change his views.

She had strayed from her own team. She was beginning to forge her own path through the county and she was taking heat from both sides of this war now. And John didn’t want to leave her alone in this. He was going to help her no matter if he had to twist some of his orders from Joseph to fit her plans. He wanted this to end just as much as she did. He just wanted his family back. He’s not even sure if the Collapse was actually going to happen, especially since their “Lamb” went astray. Nonetheless, John does what he can to aid the plan that he thinks is right.

John sets his papers down and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He leans back in his chair and glances over to his radio. It was getting late. He was expecting a call from Dove anytime now. She always radioed him when she was planning to be away.

John goes to reach for the radio, but a voice stops him midway. He looks up towards the door. It didn't come from the radio. It came from downstairs.

“John!” The voice calls again.

The voice instantly strikes as familiar. It was Dove. In an instant, John’s standing and leaving his room.

“Dovie? Is that you?” He calls as he rounds the corners.

“John! I’m in the living room!”

John bursts through the door and goes to the railing of the balcony. He looks down into the living room and what he sees horrifies him. Dovie was leaning against one of his tables covered in blood and cuts.

“Dovie! You’re covered in blood!” John exclaims as he rushes down the stairs.

A dry laugh leaves Dove’s mouth. “It not mine thankfully…well most of it.”

John comes up to Dovie’s side. He places his hands on her shoulder and arm to lend her support. He tries to lead her further into the room, but she’s quick to stop him with a groan of pain.

“My ankle.” She hisses.

“What?” John says, instantly pulling his hands away.

“I sprained, or broke, my ankle while I was trying to get away.”

“Dovie…” John murmurs, his eyes anxiously looking over her wounds.

He looks back up at her blood-smeared face. “Come on. I’m taking you upstairs to the bathroom.”

He wraps his arms around her and she grabs onto him as he lifts her up into his arms. He’s carefully not to agitate her ankle anymore than it already has been.

“You’re going to be okay.” He says, though it was more to himself than to her.

John carries Dovie upstairs and into their bathroom. He gently sets her down on a bench before grabbing a towel. He gets one end wet before returning to Dove.

“Wouldn’t it be more effective if I just bathed? It’s going to take a while with that.” She says, looking at the towel.

“Dovie, you have an injured ankle. I’m not going to make you stand in a shower or stuff you in a bathtub. I just want to clean you off a bit until we can get you to a doctor tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” Dove says as she lets out a tired sigh.

John crouches down in front of Dovie and begins wiping away the blood from her face. It was beginning to dry, so it took some time to finally see some clean skin. The more he worked, the more upset he felt. He was going to kill whoever did this to his Dovie. They were going to pay.

Dove seemed to notice the look in his eyes. She reaches out and cups his cheek with her palm. “I’m okay.” She reassures.

“They hurt you.” He murmurs.

“I know, but I’m still here.”

John glances down to his lap where the blood-covered towel lays. “Butー”

“Hey, it takes a lot more than a sprained ankle to take me down.” Dovie says, leaning towards him. She presses a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be alright. I’ve got you after all.”

John looks up with a small smile. He nods, a new light finding its way to his eyes. He stands up and tosses the dirty towel aside. He reaches down and once more pulls Dove into his arms.

“I’m going to take care of you. I promise.” He says as he brings her back out to the bedroom.

He sets her down on the edge of the mattress before stepping away to his closet. He pulls out one of his other shirts and brings it over to Dovie.

“Let's get you changed.” He says as he sets the shirt off to the side.

John helps Dovie get out of her dirty clothes and into his spare shirt. He helps button up the shirt even with Dovie’s protest that she could do it perfectly fine herself.

“I’ve got it, my dear. You just sit there and decompress. I’ve got you.” He says as he finishes buttoning it.

John then steps back to look at his work. He nods appreciatively. “Blue suits you well, my dear.”

“Oh yeah?” Dove says with a smirk.

“Yes.” John says before clapping his hands together. “Now, up into the covers you’ll go, but first...a kiss.”

John steps back towards Dovie. He brushes her tousled hair to the side and presses a soft kiss to her lips. As he pulls away, he lets out a hum. “Now a kiss for your ankle.”

Dovie lets out a laugh “A kiss for my ankle?”

“Of course, my love. We want it to heal faster, don’t we?”

Dove just laughs again and shakes her head. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

John smiles to himself as he sinks down to his knees. He carefully places his hands on her right leg. He ever so softly places little kisses around her injured ankle. It doesn’t take long for him to earn a few giggles from her.

He glances up at Dovie. “See? Better already.”

“I guess you’re right.” She replies, a smile gracing her lips.

John stands once more and helps Dove actually get into bed now. He gives her plenty of pillows and support. He then goes downstairs to retrieve a bag of ice to lay on her ankle to reduce the swelling. He lays a smaller towel over her ankle first to alleviate some of the chill before setting the bag over it.

Dove lets out a relieved sigh as the ice already begins its work. John nods in satisfaction and gets ready for bed himself. He undresses and gets in bed beside Dovie. He turns on his side and reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m so glad you came here. I would’ve been so worried if you hadn’t.”

“Me too. It was a little further than I should’ve gone, but I think it was worth it.” She replies.

John leans forwards and kisses Dovie once more. “I hate seeing you injured.”

“I know. It's just so hard to avoid sometimes.”

John presses their foreheads together. “I understand, but I will still do everything I can to protect you...I love you so much, Dovie.

Dove nods, closing her eyes. “I love you too, John. And I’ll protect you too. I always will.”

#my writing #my ocs #kiss marathon #kiss prompt 4 #fc5 #john seed #dovie ash #dove ash #dovie ash x john seed #dove ash x john seed #fc5 fanfic #far cry 5 fanfic

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silverwing2522 · 6 years

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Silverwing: The Red Thread (7)

OMG im so happy!! This is the first time finishing a fanfic story! I mean theres many in this series lol but writing is hard for me. I had adhd and autism, so for me it can be quite difficult. I'm really proud of this one and i hope y'all like it :D

“So, we’re all in agreement. This is what we’re going to do.” Danny stands with his arms folded in the drawing room of the x mansion.

Me, victor and danny had been discussing about what we were going to do about my pregnancy.

“Absolutely!” Victor stepped up, head held high.

What we had concluded was that we would jointly live for the next 9 months in the apartment danny owned in new york city, all three of us. Which meant that danny and i would be separate from K’un Lun during that time. He was not happy about it, but he still understood and reluctantly accepted the conditions.

Later while Victor was sleeping i slipped into dannys room. He was awake, thinking the same thoughts i was.

How were we going to explain this when we returned home?

As much as we had been getting along better recently, this would be more than a stretch to be believed. There was no way anyone could believe that this was really ours.

“This isnt going to be easy..” I sit down on the edge of the bed in my silk long nightgown, facing away from him.

“I know, but theres not much that can be done about it. Youve made up your mind youre keeping it, so...we just gotta hope everyone believes that its mine. On the plus side though, at least Victor is blonde…” He said, lightheartedly. Typical danny, always seeing the positive in things.

“Yeh.” I gave a small light chuckle in reply. “I just really want this danny. I wanted it a long time ago, but then….things happened and i thought it was all over. But now...now i-i might finally get it. I cant let that go. And i know how much this means to Victor too. This is OUR kid. Mine and his.”

“Sess, you dont need to explain it to me. I know, its okay. I can already see you really want it. So have it. We’ll work out the details later. We’ve got plenty of time to prepare.” He smiles at me warmly.

I touch his hand and thank him. “Okay, so whats got you all pensive then?” I ask, confused. I was certain it was about the pregnancy, but clearly it was something else.

“I was thinking of my future. I mean...you’re married-” “Twice.” “-twice, yeh! And i’m...i dont have anyone. I had misty, but that didnt really work.” He sighs and flops his head back onto the pillow. “I guess i’m feeling lonely. Here you are, expecting. All glowing and happy. And… i guess a part of me wishes i had that.” He looked at me so forlornly. I didnt really know to say. The chances of the right girl coming along and being okay with me being tied to him were slim to none.

“You do. In a way. You have me, in a very unconventional sense. We’re stuck together, which means you’re part of this new family thats being founded as we speak. You’re a part of this dan.” I smirk as i think of my next response. “Someones got to be a good god parent! Get some morals into them! Goodness knows it aint gonna come from me or Vic” I laugh.

He chuckles in response and sighs wearily. “I guess” and gives a small smile.

I know its not quite what he wants, but its the best i can give. Its all i can give.

A thought strikes me, but i quickly ignore it. Can danny be having feelings for me? No, my mind rejects the very notion. He cant!

I start to trudge back to bed, burdened with uncomfortable thoughts.

“Sessa…” he calls me back.

“Yeah?” I turn to face him from the doorway, hesitant about what he might say next.

“What you gonna do about logan?” I sigh with mixed relief. This topic was slightly easier in comparison, which said a lot!

“Nothing. Theres nothing i can do, because of the baby. The only thing i can think of is to help him back to his homeworld, so he can find peace there somehow. Be buried with his family at least. If it gets to that.”

Saying out loud was horrible. I was essentially letting a man die. But i wasnt going to let go of this baby to help him. And nothing else seemed like it was going to work, so sending him back seemed like the best option. Part of me wanted to do that, just so that i didnt have to watch him die, or hear about it.

“Is that all?” Danny was unimpressed, but understood the situation and the circumstances surrounding it. Yet he still found it necessary to ask. As much as we had been getting along better lately, it was still fraught with conflict between us. He still said and did thoughtless things that angered me.

I stamped my foot a little on the bare wood floor and huffed at him. “What do you want me to give him?! A parade?! Yes danny! Thats all!”

He motions for me to calm down. “Its just...i...i feel like...i dont know.”

“Well thats just great! Goodnight!” And then just like that i was out of the door, heading back to my room. I knew how he felt and what he was trying to say. I felt it too. I felt that there must be something to be done. Some fix. Some other answer. And maybe there could be during the next several months. Some secret revealed. Some device discovered. Something that didnt hinge on me!

But there wasnt. And after five months Logan had gotten worse. It wasnt just his healing factor failing him now, his overall health as at an all time critical low. He struggled to move around, and when he did he would soon stop from being breathless.

He understood my decision and accepted it. But standing here, it was hard to witness it.

He laid a shaky hand on my bump and whispered low and hoarsely to me. “If its a boy, make sure you name it James.” and he winks a cheeky smile at me.

I smile and laugh back. “I’ll see what i can do.” I hold both in hands in mine. “I have something for you, just in case.”

We stood below the city of K’un Lun where the jewel of tabentha was kept. Using the machinery used to create portals to realms and dimensions, we managed to find a doorway to his homeworld. It stood there in front of us, blazing a hot mid days sun through it onto us. Sand swept through the portal and landed at our feet.

“Looks like a good day”. He laughs and holds my hands tighter in his.

I say nothing but move my hands to lay on top of his. Nestled in his palm is a small vile of blood and bone marrow. Mine.

He looks down and frowns in confusion.

I bow my head nearer to his, face to face. “Just in case you find a way.”

In the five months i had been trying to help hank and jean find a way to synthesize my unique adapting gene, so it could be used as part of a therapy regime for logan. But unfortunately we had no luck with that avenue.

So this was my last ditch attempt, that maybe he could find something or someone there that could use it to help him.

My last gift. My only gift for him.

Hope.

He cups my cheek and grounds it in his palm roughly. He sniffs deeply, scrunching up his face keeping the tears at bay. His head held high he exhales and walks away into the light.

And like that, he is gone. The portal shuts off and we, me and danny are left alone in the dim light of the temple’s basement. We dont say anything. But he moves to put his arms around me. And i start to cry for the first time in eighty years.

Its strange to think that five months ago i looked at logan and felt nothing. No affection, no connection, nothing but a stranger. An annoyance. But now, i felt like something important had just stepped out of my life. Its funny how life does that sometimes.

But i am comforted in knowing what i felt before he left. Not a man who was afraid of what was to come, but of one who was hopeful what what still might be.

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runningwitches · 7 years

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Loved

Summary: The reader is sad because they feel useless. Steve makes sure they know that’s not true and the party cheers them the heck up.

Request?: Nah M8 I’m just sad as heck

Word Count: 1819

A/N: i mean, seasonal depression and a neverending fear that nobody will ever love me and that I will die alone drove me to binge read a shit ton of steve harrington x reader fics and cry despite the fact that i havent finished season two of stranger things but im gonna write this anyways.

i guess this is steve x reader but thats not the main point of the story

idfk i just want to be loved

(umm, henderson! reader who is loved by everyone, i do not give a shit if this follows the exact storyline, ok? i just wanna be happy again) (also i do not look anything like a henderson! so reader can be adopted or some shit? maybe a cousin? who tf knoes? not me, thats for sure !!

Warnings: Probably Season Two Spoilers, No Editing, Probably super OOC and all that because I started this at almost three in the morning and now its four and I’m exhausted but I cant sleep because I’m sad. Anyways I’m just trying to say that it’s bad but I’ll love you if you read it anyways.

I was curled up in my bed, isolating myself from everyone as per usual. After the events with the mind flayer and demodogs and upside down, I realized something pretty depressing. Nobody needed me. I mean like? Sure I was Dustin’s sister. And sure, I was kinda helpful in saving Steve’s ass from the demodogs and Billy, but it just feels as if I weren’t there, nobody would even notice. As if my presence had no positive value to anyone in The Party™.

So instead of socializing with them while they all played DnD and joked around, I sat myself in my room, wrapped in a blanket burrito, holding back tears. I had my music on in the background as I mindlessly flipped through one of the magazines my mom had bought for me. Everyone was downstairs as it was Dustin’s turn to host the DnD night, and everyone was over. I mean, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, and I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if I walked downstairs to find Joyce and Hopper there too. Every once in awhile I would hear some loud laughter come up from the group, signifying how happy they were without me there. It definitely wasn’t easy for me to sit there by myself staring blankly at the pictures of celebrities I didn’t even care about, but I continued to tell myself that they would be happier without me, attempting to drown out the sounds of their joy with the mixtape I had made for myself a little while back.

As I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to force the tears that had started to pool back into my eyes, I heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly wiped my eyes to ensure there weren’t any stray tears, pulled the blanket tighter around my body, and attempted to look miserable. But miserable in a sick way and not in a sad way. If it were anybody except Dustin or Steve, I knew I was going to be able to pull off the “I’m not feeling very well” charade, so my chances were pretty good (though odds were rarely skewed in my favor).

Of course with my luck my little brother came bursting through the door.

“(Y/N)! Why aren’t you down there playing DnD with us?!” he asked, voice booming loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. As I prepared to try my excuse with him to see if my acting skills had gotten any better, I noticed someone else walking through the door. Looking up, my watery eyes met the concerned look on Steve’s face.

“Hey shithead, stop screaming. You don’t need to tell everyone in Hawkins about your sister’s lack of participation in game night,” he said to Dustin, ruffling his hair and then muttering for him to go back downstairs. Dustin looked angrily at Steve for a moment before looking between us for a second, muttered something to himself, and then left the room, surprisingly closing my door as he left.

“What’s up with you lately? It’s not like you to miss game night, but you haven’t been to a single one these past few weeks.”

“I’m just not feeling well, Steve, don’t worry about it,” I told him, looking down at the magazine in my lap and trying to will the tears away.

“Don’t try that bullshit with me, (Y/N). I know you better than that, do you really think I’d believe that crap?”

“There’s no bullshit to be had Steve, just go back downstairs, I’ll be fine,” I told him, yet I still refused to make eye contact. So when he sat down on the edge of my bed, put two fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up in order for me to make eye contact, I saw his face immediately soften.

“I’m not gonna go back downstairs until I figure out what’s wrong with my favorite girl.”

It took all of the resolve in the world for me to not break down at those two words, and it still didn’t even work. “Favorite girl?” I repeated, but only in my own head. “There’s no way I’m his favorite girl, he’s lying to me. Everyone always lies to me” I told myself. And in that second it was like the dam was broken. The tears started to fall freely from my face. I curled myself into more of a ball than I already was, which was a surprising feat of human flexibility, if I’m being completely honest. Steve’s arms immediately went around me, pulling us closer to each other, and practically pulling me into his lap.

I didn’t say a word as he stroked my hair and shushed me softly, I simply let out a series of what I would consider disgusting sobs.

He continued whispering to me, little things telling me that I’d be okay, or that he was there for me, or that everything was gonna be fine. As my breathing finally evened out, he hadn’t asked me what was wrong like I had expected, so I knew I had to speak up.

“Why are you even here, Harrington?” I asked him bitterly.

“What do you mean?” he replied, exasperated.

“Why do you even care about me?” I reiterated with a sniffle.

“Why do I care about you? (Y/N) what are you on about? It would take me ages to list all of that back to you.” I didn’t respond, but I allowed myself to relax a bit, leaning now onto his chest instead of holding myself as far away as I could while somehow still being in his lap. “(Y/N) you’re wonderful. You care so much about all of the kids, sometimes I think you out-mom even their own mom’s.” That was greeted with a sharp exhale from my nose which was (correctly) interpreted as a laugh. “You’re fucking badass. You can use a gun, a bat, a hockey stick, and pretty much anything else you can get your hands on to slay monsters, like real life monsters.” He checked my face after this comment, and was lucky he did, because he almost missed the slight curl of my lips. “You never let anybody get in the way of doing what needs to be done. Not even racist douchebags that show up and kick my ass. And you certainly don’t take shit from anyone.” A few more tears fell from my eyes, but he grabbed my face and used his thumbs to wipe them away, looking into my eyes. “And you’ve got a whole group of teenagers sitting down there worried sick about you because you mean so much to all of them.”

I sniffled again and threw my arms around his neck, whispering an almost inaudible, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go get you cleaned up so we can finish that game of DnD.” I almost blushed at the pet name he gave me, if he didn’t sweep me up into his arms and carry me to the bathroom so I could rinse my face off. He made sure to grab my blanket from my bed and grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs.

“Wow, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Dustin said the second we were down the stairs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Steve shot him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll kill you,” while I just gave him a small smile. Before I even got settled on the couch I was smothered by two bear hugs.

“I missed you (Y/N),” El told me, gripping me in probably the tightest hug I’ve ever had. “You were gone for three weeks!”

“Yeah dude! Don’t leave us alone with these losers for that long ever again!” Max exclaimed, hugging me almost as tight as El was.

I smiled down at both of them, hugging them back just as fiercely. Looking up, I saw the smile Steve had on, but I ignored it in favor of the smiles on my girls’ faces. Ruffling their hair, I removed myself from their grips and went to sit on the couch between Steve and Nancy.

“It’s a good thing you came back (Y/N). I almost killed your brother, and not in the campaign, in real life. I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one who could stop me.” I chuckled to myself and then smiled at Lucas.

“It’s a good thing that I’m back then, huh?”

Will looked up at me this time, “Definitely! I was waiting for you to come down so I could show you this drawing!” I smiled down at him, glancing briefly at Jonathan, only enough to recognize the immense pride on his face at the fact that Will was genuinely happy and smiley. He brought it up to show me a picture that he had drawn of me fighting a monster, a cute little label that pertained to my name at the top. “Steve said you fought a monster and won! And I didn’t even get to see it. So I thought I’d draw it out for you.”

“I love it Will!” I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and looking at the drawing again. It wasn’t until this second look that I noticed a label by the monster’s head as well. It simply read, “Billy” with a little arrow to indicate that the monster I was beating up was named Billy. I laughed at the naming of the monster and pulled Will into another hug, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. He grabbed the drawing and placed himself back into his spot.

“(Y/N), you want to hop in on this campaign? We’ve still got a while left to go and we’re in a pretty good spot to add another character?” Mike offered, as he was playing Dungeon Master.

“Yeah, come on (Y/N)! You haven’t actually played in forever!” Dustin added.

The rest of the group added their own chorus of “Yeah”s to try and convince you to join.

“Okay, I guess. But only if I get to be a healer! I’m tired of killing the monsters,” I joked, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

“Okay, okay, so the group walks up to the tavern in town, hoping for a nice evening away from the fighting for once. But the open the door and see, A MOM, not just A mom, it’s their mom!”

“What?” El asked.

“Mike what are you on about?” Lucas added.

“OH MY GOD, (Y/N)’S GONNA BE LIKE OUR TEAM’S MOM!” Max shouted in realization. The whole group looked at Mike in anticipation. “Well obviously, how else would I have gone about this? It’s perfect, and the perfect position to make her the healer.”

“I mean, technically she’s my sister,” Dustin announced, implying that you couldn’t be his mom.

“See (Y/N), I told you I was gonna kill him.”

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yeah for real when you’ve got a Scene in your head that would make more sense as a comic, you do get the whole advantages of using that format....like the dialogue of course & being able to show the changes between one panel & another to show movement & actions & things & time passage in general. and getting creative w panels is another tool you have to affect pacing and even tone, & unlike stuff like tv/movies, you get to change the shape & size of panels, which is useful imo for not only mood/pacing but also u can zoom in on exactly what u want viewers to look at. like having a lil panel just of some Detail like a hand or piece of paper or whatever. comix can jump around different shots without adding tension the way it might w film...idk i personally find it pretty fun to work with & it comes somewhat naturally to me to picture something as a comic in my head, though i’ll picture things like A Film just as much lol umm anyways yeah i think its great just to mess around w ideas in comic format & it can be rly good for making a scene with feeling, even in a short one... and i like to show emotion in movement and expressions and all, so that works out. like you can show a bunch of different facial expressions & show the slight changes & all....& show how ppl react to someone else in the space & move around each other.....its neat b/c imo emoting is generally a lot more in the subtleties of things. like you could show someone’s feelings exclusively through direct shots of their face but, realistically, ppls feelings are in things beyond their expression at any one point in time—its like, if the expression is subdued or exaggerated vs the essential content of the expression alone, their posture and how they move, what they look at, what they say, subtle shifts in their face or body as they react to something new—all these little sorts of behaviors ykno? not to downplay facial expression coz thats p much always key, and like i said its my fave...but when it comes to trying to portray stuff w emotional impact, i like to think of a lot of other details that imo can lend a lot of visual and emotional information alike....plus just the more stuff you’re drawing the more you’re giving a scene to work with... bgs and everything can set the mood & also just give context to a scene & even i’m getting better about like, making even simple bgs sometimes. anyways not like im an expert in anything at all related to anything but i have been Drawing W Feelings In Mind for a while i guess lol and yeah about characters who are usually carrying some form of tension (symbolic like displayed persona vs their actual internal, &/or more actually feeling tense like irritable and all lol) still having tension be relatable even when they’re happier or more relaxed, & thinking about that in a drawing—for me anyways i just think of that as part of trying to show their personality in every drawing. like i was saying w the example of when i nobly set out to give ppl another pic of kip fucking, even if he’s totally chill w the situation, it’s relevant to me when drawing it to think of the fact that he’s usually Not getting to be chill with Any situation, and have that affect how i portray the state of finally getting to purely enjoy himself in a major way. like i suppose thinking abt this just now, i always make a point of drawing him actually physically tensed in at least some small way, i think as part of imagining how the like usual constant presence of internal conflict plays into the reaction to its absence. like how it’s not an on/off switch where a person who has to live w that all the time has some version of themself that gets to Be Normal and suddenly not have to think abt how that feels. like even tho he’s presumably getting a break & a good distraction from that stuff, i think of how he wouldn’t suddenly have a new set of behaviors to access & isnt like, suddenly a completely different person, & how there could actually be a pressure in enjoying urself b/c of the knowledge of just how special that is & how much u should savor the moment. like, even in relief there’s a tension. sidenote especially if you think you might not get such a great experience again—feeling fantastic can have a painful edge in that case & can even be really heartbreaking if you don’t know when you’ll next get to feel that way again. anyways Back To Fucking lol like i said i think in that relief i’m drawing in a little bit of desperation in the knowledge that his moments of relief from feeling all hyperaware and self conscious and conflicted and what have you etc are rare, that i show by giving him a little edge of intensity in some way or another. me drawing kip as sexually desperate lmao owned... but truly that’s just a little piece of always trying to show a chars personality no matter the emotion or action or situation or whatever!! like back in the day i said something about how two people will show the same emotion differently in their facial expressions even if most ppl have the same “basic format” to it...the difference in how ppl emote & react to things shows their personality (so does other stuff obv but relevant to emotion specifically...) & so say if i draw the same expression for one character as i did another at one point, it would have a different meaning for each of them in the context of their differences in personality...one person’s smile has a different meaning from another person smiling the same way, and all. obv thats most relevant in characters who r dramatically contrasted in their outward behavior. like i talk about all this like its a science or i plot a whole chart before ever making a drawing but mostly i come up w some image or scene in my head that seems good to me & then sometimes barely even plan how to put it down. or other times i do think abt it a lot, but even then i’ll usually do last minute tweaks. it’s really mostly instinct imo, i don’t know if it’s true that i’m a bit overly tuned in to other ppls emotions & good at reading even really subtle shifts, that might be part of it, but even if it wasnt true, emotions are usually a p instinctive thing. but ppl can communicate the same feeling in totally different ways, including ways that AREN’T instinctive to you, so imo its also good to like, also treat it like something to consciously think about. and like also just yeah in media you already like that already seems emotionally impactful, its cool to pay attention to that & keep it in mind & try to imitate & stuff. and like i said about it not being a science, i talk abt putting emotion & a characters personality into everything, but its not like i think of anything i do as being overly complex & i expect anyone to look at any random drawing of mine & be able to fully reverse-engineer a characters entire personality from one pic lmao....i don’t pretend anything i make is some work of genius that contains Everything. but it at least contains something. & maybe if u had a few pix to compare, it wouldnt be hard to deduce personality from it. like, even when someone’s acting different from their usual personality, it’s still the same person, & how they usually are changes how their behavior reads. like for lars to be relaxed and casual around other ppl suggests a higher level of comfort & trust than average, specifically because of the fact that u know his usual behavior is to be more stressed & in one way or another defensive around others. also i like to try to draw personality in e v e r y t h i n g b/c all of this is propaganda of “my fave & if you don’t like it get out” lol......like each pic is its own lil love letter what with how if i didnt have a certain level of fondness for a character, then i couldnt be effed to draw them in the first place. so i want to be like, look at the way this character is, which is why i love & cherish them.....and like you said, with a basic ability to draw a recognizable form & an interest in making fanart with that ability, you’ve got everything you need to make the content you wish somebody else had already made for you to look at. and with choosing a lot of suffering characters to be fond of you have plenty of motivation to want to draw them having a nice time. or at least feel loved and appreciated or something. all that stuff hmm i can’t remember if i had anything else i meant to get at but yeah lol....Feelings

#took me a minute to finally get around to this just coz its been times of having words in my mind but not as good at putting them down #plus the usual terrible focus + distractions + naps

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