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renlyslittlerose · 15 days ago

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Have loved all your prompts so far I am eating them uppp 😮‍💨❤️

Thought I’d drop one here to add to your list! How about through some holocron force fuckery, Obi-Wan and Anakin meet another version of Anakin. (He can be Sith, a Good Boy™ or anything really) Two is better than one right? 😁

Ahhh, thank you!!! So glad you're enjoying them!

I went a little silly with this one. What happens after all this, is up for you to imagine~

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“This is fascinating,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“No, it’s not,” Anakin said.

“It kind of is,” the other Anakin replied.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Reports had come in to the Council of a disturbance in the Force on a planet that had once housed a Sith community during the Old Republic. Locals had complained of strange energy fluctuations that were causing power outages, tremors in the earth, and even the sound of fractured voices in the wind. While nothing too concerning, it had caused the community enough sleepless nights that they finally decided to call for aid.

When Anakin and Obi-Wan arrived they were barely able to disembark their ship, before the mayor and his associates quickly shuttled off to the site of the old Sith village. Centuries of soil had covered most of the buildings, the mounds of earth the only hint that there had been any civilization there at all. Except for the giant temple, that was. It jutted out of the earth like a skeletal hand, blackened by fire and made to glint like onyx beneath the twin suns above.

Both Obi-Wan and Anakin couldn’t help but recoil beneath its shadow. Anakin had half a mind to ask why the villagers chose to live so close to something so malevolent feeling, but then realized that they probably couldn’t sense it. Not like a Jedi could. Shaking off their discomfort, they proceeded into the temple, Obi-Wan pausing every so often to study the writings engraved on the walls, while Anakin headed steadfast toward whatever was making his insides itch.

And there, sitting on a pedestal was a Sith holocron.

Later on, Anakin would explain what he did next was because of a lack of sleep and a persistent headache that had been distracting him since they landed on the planet. But in truth, Anakin touched the holocron because it was shiny.

Everything went black after that, but when Anakin woke up back on the ship, he was greeted with a familiar face.

His own.

“You seem to have duplicated,” Obi-Wan mused as he looked between the two. “Only, you’re from a different point in time.”

He pointed to the second Anakin - the impostor Anakin. He was dressed in Anakin’s old Padawan robes, his hair styled with the braid that Anakin had long since cut off. His eyes were still bright, skin unblemished, the scars both internal and external not having taken root just yet. Anakin despised him. He was innocent in a way that Anakin wished he could still be; excited for the future, free from the terrible loss of his mother and what would come during the war.

But what made Anakin really, truly mad about his presence, was how sweet he was being to Obi-Wan. And how sweet Obi-Wan was being in return.

“Do you think it’s time travel, Master?” Padawan Anakin asked.

“He had no idea what it is,” Anakin replied. “He’s just making it up.”

Obi-Wan sent him a soft glare. “Do you have any theories then, Anakin?”

Anakin didn’t, but that wouldn’t stop him from opening his mouth just to prevent Impostor Anakin from answering. “I think it’s less time travel, and more like… a rift. In time.”

“That’s time travel,” Padawan Anakin said.

The impostor kept giving Anakin looks like he was deeply disappointed in who he’d become. In contrast, he was giving Obi-Wan very different looks. It was demure - almost bashful. He kept looking up at Obi-Wan through his lashes, fluttering them now and again as he ducked his head in mock deference.

It was like he was fawning over Obi-Wan. His Master.

Anakin never looked at Obi-Wan like that. At least, he didn’t think he did?

Did he?

Crossing his arms, Anakin sent Impostor Anakin an equally unimpressed look. When he glanced back at Obi-Wan, he was still inspecting the pair like they were something to be broken open and examined more closely.

“Is there a way to send him back,” Anakin said, nodding his head toward the pitiful Padawan next to him.

“Oh, I’ve no doubt the secret lies in the holocron,” Obi-Wan replied. He picked up the bag the holocron had been stuffed into, and Anakin’s stomach twisted. “I read about some of the old initiation rights the Sith used to perform. Some of them mentioned facing one’s old self and defeating them, so that you could continue forward, unshackled by the memories of the past. In essence - one had to kill the supposed weak part of their past, so as to flourish in the present. Perhaps they meant that literally.”

Anakin sort of liked the idea of that...

“Whatever it is, I’ve no doubt you’ll figure it out, Master,” Padawan Anakin said.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks went a dark shade of red, and he set the holocron back down. “Yes, well, thank you, Anakin.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Force take me.”

“You need to have more faith in your Master,” Padawan Anakin said to Anakin. He glared at Anakin, an embarrassingly familiar pout pressing down on his lips. No wonder Obi-Wan never took him seriously in an argument. “He is a wise man, and you - we - were lucky to have trained under him.”

Anakin hadn’t woken up. He was convinced he was living in a nightmare. This couldn’t be true.

Sending Impostor Anakin a glare, Anakin turned back to Obi-Wan. “Can we have a moment? Alone?” Before Obi-Wan could reply, Anakin grabbed his elbow and dragged him out of the room. When they were stopped, Anakin noted Obi-Wan had an amused smile on his lips. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, quite the contrary,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle.

“We could have seriously screwed up the time-line continuum,” Anakin hissed.

“No. You could have. I had nothing to do with this.”

Anakin’s glare deepened. Obi-Wan’s smile only widened. “You’re an ass.”

"Watch yourself, Anakin. I could choose to send you back."

"And doom your past self to me?"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Doom myself? My my, you've got a dower view of yourself."

"You're an ass," he repeated.

Obi-Wan continued to smile his silly little smile.

#star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #obikin if you squint

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x-blue-spring-x · 8 months ago

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Omg i dreamt that a random being came to me at night when I was in bed and started fooling around with my body. I kept my eyes closed because I was scared, but he was pretty good at it so I got horny and into it.

He started fucking me slowly but deep, with a long, smooth not too thick cock, and it was goooood. I started groping his body, because duh, and it kept changing between forms- from a super buff guy to something less human and more gelatinous??

Then he switched from my pussy to my ass, and to help the transition, some kind of soft and wet protrusion was rubbing my clit a lot like a tongue would, then he stayed in his buff form to fuck me like that. Omg it was amazing. He also asked me to look at him. Since he was staying in his muscley man mood, i looked and wasn’t quite sure what i was looking at, other than a buff dusty dark purple skinned monster. Whatever counted as a mouth came down and latched to my right nipple, sending me into overwhelming pleasure that i was simultaneously trying to escape and have more of.

I only wish i was able to stay in the dream longer to come. Alas, I woke up before that could happen. In any case, i kinda like to think thats how fucking a gentle sukuna would be like, except sukuna would have a thick monster cock obviously, and probably two of them.

Oh i just remembered! I was begging the monster to change his form to have two cocks! Imagine that, a cock for each hole, sukunas tummy tongue to play with your clit and grind on, and him trying to suck your soul out of your tit.

For some reason i felt like i had to share this with you.

I am so glad you shared this with me my bby! My first JJK ask I could cry!!

Here’s some very gentle Sukuna for you ❤️

He doesn’t come to you often, the king of curses, yet most nights you find yourself waiting for him.

Not a soul knows about your strange guest. Every shared breath is trapped between you and him in a silent lovers promise. The people in your village would be frightened, and admittedly you thought it was a sign of an impending apocalypse when you first saw him, stood at the end of your sleeping pad. Impossibly tall, four arms muscle bound and ringed with the blackest ink, his red eyes had gazed at you through the velvet darkness, seeking and searching for something unknown.

He smelt of death wrapped in a smile, cinders and ashes against the heaviest amber. Intoxicating, it made your head swim, all thoughts muddied and confused like the banks of a river after heavy rains. Perhaps that was part of his strange charm, the heady drunkenness you feel in his presence, enough arrogance to drown in and a wide mouth that curls across pointed, sharp teeth.

Still, the power he holds over you, over the lands your people farm daily, is enough to encourage you to spread your thighs for him. To give the monster softness, somewhere gentle to rest for a few hours before he disappears into the mists again. You would be lying if you said it was just that through. He’s insatiable, hungry and brimming with furious need, but beyond that there’s a curious softness displayed only to you and no other. For you are chosen, special above all humans. Marked in a way that leaves no room for argument.

Dreamlike, the low moon paints everything in a blue cast, cool and dappled through the thin walls of your room. The nights are drawing in, a chill settling over the forests and mountains surrounding the small place you know as home. Your breath is steady, a little tug of the sheets to cover your shoulder. Then you hear it, the creak of the wood under his heavy feet, a scent of smoke clinging to the midnight air.

Sitting up, you’re confronted by the full breadth of him, chest rising and falling rapidly with the promise of what’s to come. He tilts his head, cat like. Those duplicate crimson eyes blinking lazily at you, dark lashes fanned under them.

Quietly you shrink from under the soft cotton, inviting him closer without needing to speak. His nose twitches as he inhales, a smile curving across his broad mouth until his sharp teeth snare his bottom lip.

“So eager. Did you miss me?” Voice a low rumble, thunder purring beneath the surface of it, Sukuna regards you. There’s something burning in his face, a hunger that he’s never able to satisfy when it comes to you, so pliant and weak in his wide palms and under the bite of his canines.

Your response is a nod, shy and timid as it’s been months since you last welcomed him into your bed. The jet coloured markings across his body seem to grow darker, framing a jawline cut like glass. He lets out a low purr, padding towards your mattress while his stare narrows, taking in the flesh ripe for him, your body the only altar that’s ever seen a being like Sukuna sink to his knees. Your mouth meets his, hot and heavy, never the gentle soft kisses you expect from a moonlit visitor. His tongue flicks against yours almost at once, so greedy, wholly devoid of propriety or valour.

Sukuna pins your body beneath his vast one, lower arms making short work of your night clothes as he dominates your lips, sucking until they tingle and bruise under him. His upper hands find purchase in your hair, tugging your face closer still roughly, winding against your scalp until you let out a whine of protest.

When your eyes flutter open he’s watching you, both pairs zeroed in on your expression, as his broad lower palms grip the meat of your hips.

“Don’t be rough.” You whisper. It’s a strange feeling, understanding that no other could ever demand a thing from him without receiving instant death in result. He’s still holding your locks tightly, forcing your throat close to his grinning mouth. Sukuna doesn’t look angry, instead he seems faintly surprised, probably because the nature of your relationship has been mainly carnal as opposed to intellectual.

“I know no other way.”

His voice is husky, strained even. So carefully you run your own fingers across shoulders bound by ridged strength. He purrs again, this time lower and far more gentle.

You jump slightly as a droplet of saliva hits your stomach, threading its way along the skin of your navel. The mouth on his torso matches his grin, the huge tongue lolling and seeking out the hot scent of your tight cunt. Wantonly you angle your hips up to meet it, allowing it purchase on your mound until the wetness trickles lower and you whimper at the feeling.

Sukuna lets out a noise of fierce approval, rearing up to slot your pussy against his torso, watching the way his tongue immediately dives into the heat of your core, the thick muscle lathing unforgiving strokes along your seams.

“Fuck!” He exhales, lowered eyes closing briefly with ecstasy, pale pink hair bleached white in the low light. “My little human whore did miss me then.”

Always darkly possessive, Sukuna’s thick fingers bite harshly into your thighs, spreading you wide as his lower mouth traces circles on your clit. Gasping, you grip his forearms, feeling the tendons bunch and release beneath his skin. Lights start to pop under your eyes, knees shaking so violently it makes him laugh. A vicious chuckle without any shred of sympathy. Without warning his upper set of hands find your throat, tugging you upwards and into the safe embrace of his lower limbs. You moan at that, wrenched away from the pulse of his broad tongue, the spit mixing with your slick is so viscous it drenches the mat beneath you.

Sukuna lets a tsk out at your moans. Clicking his teeth as you struggle to collect yourself, so close and yet so far from the sweet release you’ve craved.

“On my cocks, or not at all.” Face to face his whirling stare glimmers, lids heavy with the need to sink inside you.

He spits onto one palm, wrapping an arm around you and probing your tight, puckered hole. Massaging and rubbing until he can slip one thick finger in and then two. Vaguely you realise he’s showing kindness in his own way, lessening the intensity of having to take one of his shafts without any preparation.

You can feel them, heavy and dripping with creamy pre-spend as they rest between your legs. Sukuna draws you up closer to him, binding your arms tight to your sides and sliding his cocks between your thighs, coating himself in wetness until a rasping groan leaves the back of his throat.

“So fucking drenched.” Briefly his tattooed forehead rests against yours, like he’s struggling to master himself. Then with no warning, he’s breaching your body, cocks probing and parting your sticky flesh until you almost feel them in your throat. It’s almost too much, you’re so full of him, his scent clinging to your skin and filling your nose like incense. You push backwards against his chest, asking for patience, for some distraction from the burning stretch of him.

“Shhh.” His mouth finds the shell of your ear, warm air making you shiver as he opens you up for himself. That vast mouth on his stomach finds your clit again and you keen, sympathetically rolling your hips as you seek the right amount of pressure to bring yourself down from the ledge of overstimulation. It doesn’t take long for you to grow bolder, digging your nails into his marked back, begging for a movement on his side that will send you tipping off the precipice of perfection.

“Beg me.” His coarse, deep voice sounds far away as he starts to meet your feeble thrusts with the power of his own hips. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Pp-lease!” You stammer without pausing to think. “Please my lord!”

Sukuna groans into your hair, lower arms still holding you tightly while his weighty palm contracts around your throat. He’s fucking you now without holding back, sinking deep until you drench his balls, the tongue beneath his mouth moving ceaselessly.

“Milk my cocks then, remind me how a human whore does it! Now!”

The command of his voice is final, your body is well trained to it. You cum hard, shattering around him as you choke out a cry, voice box pressed hard under his fingers. He doesn’t let up in his rhythm, but you feel him throbbing inside you, both cocks pulsing as you constrict. The pain of his bite to your neck only fuels the fire, and you lose count of how long he’s been buried within your cunt and ass, filling you to the brim with his potent seed.

When morning comes, he’s gone again. Only leaving the lingering smell of charcoal on your sheets.

Maybe you dreamt it, but you’re sure you felt someone pressing sweet kisses over your collarbone in the early haze of morning. When you wake you’re tucked up tightly, like he’s made sure to protect you from the cold even in his absence. A dainty, blood red flower sits on your pillow, leaves vibrant against the snow white linen.

Perhaps not such a monster after all.

He’s a big softy.

#x-blue-spring-x #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #reqs open #soft sukuna #ryomen sukuna

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nanaminsmoon · 2 years ago

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

a/n: this is the quickest piece of writing i’ve ever done and it’s because it was meant to be a joke because i just think this audio is mad funny...but it’s not too bad. i didn’t even think i’d upload anything today but this happened so enjoy i guess:))

cw: oral (m receiving), ony is just overstimulated, ony calls reader ‘baby’, n word usage.

wc: 922 + i only reread this once

‘don’t you know i will make you nut until you fucking cry? d’you hear me? you’ll be nuttin’ and cryin’ at the same damn time.’

watching a lot of tiktok meant that you often annoyed ony with random videos in his messages, and phrases you found funny. although he told you to stop, you knew he loved it really. so you didn’t stop. something you found particularly hilarious was the audio of that one guy saying ‘don’t you know i will make you nut until you fucking cry. d’you hear me? you’ll be nuttin’ and cryin’ at the same damn time’. so that phrase had graced ony’s ears multiple times. a day. he didn’t use tiktok as much as you—the only reason he even had it was so you could send him videos you liked. so the first time he had heard it, his ears had perked up in curiosity; he didn’t know you were referencing something else, so he just thought you were threatening him with some lifechanging head. but you clarified, and he slumped into the couch as he played 2k.

seeing that reaction, you decided to just give the man what he wanted, and now he had nutted three times; the first in your mouth, the remnants of the second were on your chin and his thighs, and the third was on your chest. your actions had been true of your words—albeit playful, and not necessarily your own, they hadn’t been shy of your true intentions. the headset, that had once been atop ony’s head, had been taken off, and sat next to him. it had been the only audience member observing the sloppily lewd noises coming from the place your mouth and his dick met. all assisted by the hands that paid great attention to the places your mouth couldn’t reach. his midsection was covered in a heedless mixture of his nut, your spit, and his sweat. his beautiful brown skin shining like honey covered chocolate, melting under immense heat. and there’s nothing you wanted more than to taste the sweetness on your tongue; transferring onto you to settle on your tastebuds.

pearly whites held his white tank top as his eyes were painfully closed. his attempt to look down at you was delayed by eyelashes sticking together, salty murmurs of overstimulation acting as an adhesive to keep them united. keeping his eyes shut was the only thing he could control; his hips moved on their own, following the wetness between your plump lips to get another release. it was relief ony wasn’t sure he wanted, he didn’t think he could handle it. and his neck made sure to warn him of that—whipping his head from side to side as he searched for an avenue of relief that wouldn’t leave him shooting blanks.

if the sounds in the room hadn’t been overshadowed by amplified suction noises, you would’ve heard the quiet cracking noises produced as a result of how hard he was curling his toes. you had long snatched that nigga’s soul, and now you were just cleaning up the crumbs, making sure his chest would now hold a you shaped hole.

maybe that hole would be reminiscent of the one at the back of your mouth, wrapping itself around his tip as you swallowed around him.

“y/n, b-baby, n-no more” , his shaky hand lifted to softly push your forehead back. but his hips couldn’t help fucking your mouth more, pushing himself further inside you, and whining every time you gagged. the volume of ony’s whimpers was the highest it had ever been—his vocal cords could not find it in themselves to move in a way low enough to duplicate his usual growls, and groans. so they remained stagnant at high-pitched whimpers and whines, loud cries filling the living space.

ultimately, you kept to your promise, and ony’s eyes brimmed with salty streams of overstimulation, before the streams merged into a waterfall that fell down his soft cheeks.

“y-y/n, nnghh—ffffuckk”, his voice felt like it was going hoarse with how hard he was pushing his voice to form intelligible words and sounds. and his chest heaved deeply as he tried to stabilise himself again. the first step of said process being a firm palm pushing you back, causing you to fall back onto the rug. giggling at the mess you had made of the man you loved. his fourth, and final, nut came out in small specks. and you saw the visceral juxtaposition of delightful agony painted all over face; his lips had parted but all they could muster was heavy breaths. this man was fucking drooling onto the couch cushions, and you just giggled again.

“you asked for it”, you chortled, getting up to make your way to the bathroom to get some warm towels to clean you both up.

as delicate as your hands were, ony still winced at your gestures of kindness. sorry hands still felt tainted by lust as you cleaned off the fruits of your slobbery labour. you wanted your own relief, but you knew ony wasn’t in the headspace to give it to you so you just continued wiping him down. you could’ve sworn the overstimulation had knocked him out, but then you heard faint grumbles through unstable, and snotty sniffles,

“stay off that fucking app.”

#nanaminsmooninc #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #ony x black y/n #onyankopon smut

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mirror-and-mind · 5 months ago

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Hello ! I saw your fanart, and I absolutely adore it ! Can I ask how you manage to give that rice paper texture to it ? I looked for transparent textures on the internet and I kinda lost my mind doing so haha ;;

Is it a brush maybe...?

Thank you in advance ! 🌸

Hi, I'm so glad you like the art! I've done the rice paper texture a couple different ways, usually involving layers in Photoshop with transparencies applied. Here's what I did for this one:

I used this free rice paper image, which I found online a while ago:

I dropped the rice paper image onto a new layer on top of everything else. Since I wanted the fibers to be smaller (and also wanted the final image to be high resolution), I shrunk the rice paper image down and then duplicated it and made a big patchwork that covered the image.

(I think I made the copies smaller than this originally, but this is just to demonstrate the process I used.)

I flipped the copies around here and there to create more variation in the final texture.

When the patchwork covered the image, I merged all the separate rice paper copies onto one layer.

The patchwork wasn't exactly seamless, which was fine because I wasn't going for uniformity.

I used the spot healing brush tool and clicked and dragged it all over the seams and other parts of the patchwork to smooth it out and randomize the texture.

(What I ended up with was a bit less "bumpy"-looking than this example, probably because I copied the rice paper image at a smaller size.)

I then... pretty much just screwed around with the rice paper layer's darkness, transparency type, and opacity until I found a combination that looked right. No two texture/artwork situations are alike, so I end up experimenting a lot.

In the end, I had two rice paper layers, one with a "soft light" transparency at 85% opacity and one on top of it with a "color burn" transparency at 50%. I put them inside a layer group and then adjusted a little further by bringing the group's opacity down to 55%:

It looks like I also darkened the texture itself at one point, probably by duplicating the original layer, applying a "multiply" transparency to the new one, and then merging them again. In any case, it got darker, and unfortunately I don't recall exactly how. :p

My goal was to make the texture evident but still subtle, and to keep it from interfering too much with the colors underneath it, and I pretty much just kept tweaking things until I had that look.

In short, my best advice is to find an image that looks more or less like the texture you're going for, drop it into Photoshop on top of your artwork, modify it in whatever way will bring it closer to the result you want, and then experiment with layer transparencies until it looks right. I usually end up with one layer that lightens the colors and another layer that darkens them, which helps bring out the fibers without making everything else too dark.

(Another trick that sometimes works is to invert the colors on the texture to make the overall texture darker. This can give you some more cool options for experimenting with transparencies. Here's an inverted version of the texture above, which I've used in a couple other pieces:)

I really hope that's helpful. Have fun! :)

#mononoke #photoshop #art #thanks for the ask!

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clearwillow · 2 years ago

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It's not "new" but I ran across these stills I'd saved for each check-in I did during In-spiration 5 and thought someone might like to see them. I failed to record any of the process over the summer because I was also working on my coloring book, but I promise you there were a fuck ton of layers even by the end.

Some nerdy notes about it under the cut if you're interested:

I started sketching this idea out almost immediately after signing up - that's how hard the idea struck. I wasn't even planning to sign up originally but I'm glad I did cause I'd be kicking myself if I hadn't seen this idea out.

When I mean a fuck ton of layers, I mean fuck ton. The sketches folder has 17 separate layers so I could move around pieces. Like the book of shadows; I think I originally intended for it to be in front of her/us instead of to her right, but that would mean covering the circle.

Kagome and her materials are the only pieces that were given crisp lineart, and I still painted over portions of those lines. Everything else was painted under the sketch to block out its shape before I finished rendering it.

I think it's the first time I've ever given Kagome a nose stud and my eye kept going to it each time thinking something was wrong XD

Inuyasha's showing a bit more in that reflection than I originally meant to show, but yes he has the hip and cheek stripes.

If you look real close at the book of shadows, the text might look familiar. Might need to view it on ao3 though. Oh hey look here's another link to it so you can give Lavendertwilight some love 😉

Because I wanted the lighting to be more dramatic than what I usually lean towards, I had to duplicate the glow of the candles and still add a more contrasting shadow to the upper corners to make the room darker without losing any of the work.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag

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ginhawatranslations · 26 days ago

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The Story of Unit 24-C - Chapter 24

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BANGIN BY PAUL PABLO

I started sleeping lightly and kept trying to recall what happened earlier that dawn. I didn’t even know how we ended up in that situation. Was it because of the tension? Caught in the moment? Or did we both really want it to happen?

When I heard the doorknob turning, I quickly pulled the blanket over my head. Noah probably had a duplicate key to the room. When the door opened, my heart pounded louder. Under the covers, I held my lips.

This is wrong. That shouldn’t have happened.

“Kelvin.” I heard Noah call me. I froze in place, but I didn’t move so he’d think I was still asleep. “Kelvs,” he called again.

A few seconds passed in silence, but I could feel he was already inside the room. Damn it, these kinds of things really mess up friendships. It felt like an instant wall had risen between me and Noah.

I heard Noah take a deep breath. “I am sorry, Kelvs.” I still didn’t move, but I wanted to turn and ask what that meant - why he kissed me.

But I wasn’t ready for what I might hear. What if it meant something to me, but for him, it was just the heat of the moment?

“Please talk to me when you’re ready.” I heard his duffle bag and then the sound of the door. He must’ve had training or a game today. Whatever it was, I didn’t care.

I was left alone. I pulled off the blanket. Damn, it was hot in there.

I just stared at the ceiling. “Shit, Kelvin. What happened? Why did you kiss him back? That means you wanted it too.” I muttered to myself and started kicking at the bed.

I got dressed quickly and looked for a coffee shop to hang out in for the day. I brought a book with me. I just didn’t want to stay in the apartment all day, because I’d keep replaying what happened. Good thing the barista didn’t kick me out, even though I stayed from 11 AM to 4 PM with just one cup of coffee.

From four to six in the afternoon, I went jogging just to clear my mind of what happened earlier that dawn. But it didn’t work. The memory was so fresh how Noah pulled me in and kissed me. I remembered everything, especially how I kissed him back.

“Damn it, I’m going crazy.” I sat for a while on the sidewalk and pulled at my hair.

Some joggers glanced at me. I cleared my throat and resumed running as if nothing happened.

Before heading back to the apartment, I stopped by Minute Burger to eat. Usually, I only stay for thirty minutes just to order, but I think I stayed for two hours this time. The vendor was surprised and even asked where Noah was, since we’re usually together when we order here.

Great, thanks for the reminder.

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That became my routine for several days. I made sure my schedule was full. I only went back to the condo to sleep. I even studied at the condo’s study hall.

I won’t deny that I missed our movie nights, our gym sessions, our random hangouts. But what can I do? The longer Noah and I didn’t talk, the more this wall between us grew.

I sighed as I entered the classroom. I had just finished helping Miss Cheska as a student assistant, checking freshmen papers and typing documents.

“That sigh was deep.” Valeen commented. “Why have you been so out of it lately, Kelvs? Were you sick? I told you to take your vitamins.”

She then placed her hand on my forehead. “You don’t even have a fever!”

“Do you have any problem?” Eya asked, concerned. “We’re here if you need someone to talk to.”

“You crazies, I’m fine.” I replied with a fake laugh. “Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

I tried to act as normal as possible. Damn it, I really miss him.

“Guys, there’s no class this afternoon, but we’re required to attend the General Assembly at the indoor gym later,” our class mayor announced. We all cheered as we're glad to be class-free, even if it meant we’d just sit and listen to some talk. At least there’d be air-conditioning.

We headed to the gym together. I thought only the Home Economics department would be there, but it turned out to be the whole university. There were students from all departments. I knew it was a lot of students, but that also meant there was a chance I’d see Noah.

And then I did. I froze when I saw him walking with his classmates. He was wearing our school uniform, his T-square and duffle bag slung over his shoulder. It didn’t seem like he had noticed me. He stood out, tall and fair-skinned.

Here I am, like an idiot, relapsing in broad daylight. I want to experience our random conversations again, our road trips in search of new cafés, movie nights, or just chilling on the rooftop. At first, I told myself I could live without my roommate. But look at me now.

Noah sat on the opposite side of the court. I was shocked when our eyes met. Even though we lived under the same roof, we rarely saw each other lately. He’d come home late, or I’d pretend to be asleep even if it was only 9 PM.

We were on opposite sides of the court. It felt like everyone else disappeared, and it was just the two of us. Our eyes locked. If this were any other time, I would’ve flipped him off. But now, I couldn’t.

I was the first to look away. “Guys, I’ll buy a Coke outside. Want anything?” I asked as I grabbed my wallet from my bag.

“Get me a Fudgee Bar,” Valeen said.

“I want turon,” Jaypee added, handing me some money.

“Are you sure? Want me to come with you?” Dom asked, starting to stand up, but I quickly pushed him back down.

“No need, I got it. I’m just going to the cafeteria outside the gym,” I explained. I listed their orders on my phone and left.

Outside the gym, I headed to the cafeteria. I sighed, realizing I hadn’t been myself lately. I considered volunteering to Miss Cheska to proctor the freshmen quiz later, just so I’d have a reason to get home late.

I was about to re-enter the gym when I ran into Noah. I almost turned back to the cafeteria, but I had nothing left to buy. Damn this internal panic.

I ended up smiling at him. As we passed each other, he grabbed my arm. A strange jolt ran through my entire body, and I almost dropped the stuff I bought for Valeen and the others.

I tried to act as normal as possible. “What? Is there a problem?” I asked.

“I know you know there is a problem,” he said, still looking straight ahead.

I made a confused face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He looked at me, and I looked away. Damn it.

“Kelvin, stop avoiding me. Let’s talk about what happened last time. Let’s sort things ou—”

“Noah, not here,” I said quietly but firmly. I looked around. “There are too many people. It was nothing. Let’s forget about it.”

“What do you mean nothing? It meant something to me.” he said, and I froze.

I took a deep breath. No. I’m not ready. “Not here.”

“Let’s talk about it later at the condo,” he said, and I slowly nodded. He let go of me and walked into the cafeteria. I stood still for a moment before coming to my senses and heading back into the gym.

What did he mean it meant something to him? My mind was a mess.

“What took you so long?” Valeen asked curiously as I handed out their snacks.

“The line was super long. I mean, the entire university’s here,” I lied. Good thing they bought it.

For the next three hours of the General Assembly, my mind was in the clouds. I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted to talk to Noah but at the same time, I didn’t. Damn it, I’m a mess.

After the assembly, I went to Miss Cheska and told her I’d watch over the freshmen taking the quiz.

“Are you sure, Kelvin? You don’t have to. You should rest too. You’ve been helping all day,” she said, but I took the test papers from her desk anyway.

“I don’t really have anything to do at the condo. I’ll just get bored. You can focus on your paperwork here. I got this,” I said with a smile. She was hesitant, but agreed, since she did have a lot on her plate.

I watched over one section for two hours before returning to the faculty office to leave the test papers on Miss Cheska’s desk. She was gone, but she left a sticky note thanking me. She also left some bread as a thank-you gesture.

It was dark in our department, and I walked slowly out of Ardano University. I was debating whether to go back to the condo or wander around somewhere. If I went home, I’d be forced to talk to Noah.

I wasn’t ready. My mind was still a mess. I hadn’t figured out what I was feeling, or if it was even right to feel this way.

I ended up calling Uncle Vince.

“Kelvin, what’s up?” he answered.

“Tito, can I stay at your place tonight?” I asked. I thought he’d ask why, but it was like he could hear in my voice that I wasn’t okay.

“You’re always welcome here. I’ll ask Drew to fix up the spare room. I’ll cook your favorite kare-kare for dinner.” I smiled. Even though Uncle Vince didn’t say anything directly, I felt his quiet comfort, like he understood the weight I was carrying.

“Thank you, Tito,” I said.

“Don’t mention it. There’s only a few of us relatives here in Manila. It’d be a shame if we didn’t look after one another. Just message me when you’re downstairs so I can come get you,” he said, and I ended the call.

That night, I didn’t go back to unit 24-C because I wasn’t ready. I need to figure this out, whatever this feeling is.

Translator's Notes

Bangin is the Tagalog word for cliff.

Fudgee Bar is a chocolate snack cake that is similar to Twinkies.

Turon is a snack made of fried bananas wrapped in spring rolls.

Kare-Kare is a stew made of beef/pork and peanut sauce.

#pinoybl #pinoyblnovels #ginhawatranslations #thestoryofunit24c #penguin20

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hemihr12005 · 11 months ago

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Fundies S2W1

We did a similar project to the childen's story book in graphic design stream. This time making a 12 page book on in design i want to focus more on type and imagery.

our brief was to create:

we also needed to include:

i used 3 different paragraph styles. one for titles, one for subheadings and one for body text.

i used a lot of images, which i edited on photoshop.

i wanted to create a collage of frame of flowers and the characters from each nursery rhyme/ story included in the book. i ended up editing a lot of images in photoshop for this by making them black and white and removing backgrounds (also adding some pencil drawings to them through photoshop). I used this for the end page. i also added two drawings i drew on paper and then turned into illustrations. below is the two drawings on paper and then how they ended up on illustrator. i then put them into photoshop and duplicated the layers and flipped them horizontally to create the whole moth/butterfly. i also edited the overlapping parts too in photoshop. i turned the opacity down on the in design page spread beacsue i found they were a lot darker than the other illustrations i had on the page.

on the page above i also created one of the flowers on illustrator using the pencil tool and curves.

on my end page i also created the penguin books penguin on illustrator using pen tool and bezier curves.

i made the stomach colour the same as the book back cover so it would blend well.

the teacher also helped me align one of my pages better. the type size was adjusted smaller, and increased the leading. i think this helped a lot with the alignment and made the page look a lot better. i think i just ran out of space and didn't want to change the font size, but the small change helped the page to look a lot better.

the original is on the left and the changed on the right. the one on the right is just more spacious and better to look at.

pages in order:

for my front cover i found this wreath that i really liked. it had lots of stock marks so i removed them in photoshop using pen and patch tool. i really liked the composition and colours and style. i really like old style book illustrations and wanted to have a similar theme for my book. i originally just had the title as children's storys, but i felt something was missing so i added & nursery rhymes. i think this made the page a lot more balanced. i also used blue for the font originally, but i changed to yellow to match the flowers and be more complimentary to the background.

For my end pages i found a pattern i liked. i edited in photoshop to be black and white because it was originally pink. i then turned the opacity down because i thought it was to bright. i like this pattern as it is floral so it fit in with the rest of my book and it looks nice and simple.

for content page i found an image i liked of flowers and then i edited a different composition on photoshop and added a few different flowers from other images. I used middle alignment for the title, and changed the font size of the story so it would be in equal length to ‘children’s’ I did this to create a square looking alignment. I was going to use middle alignment for the page numbers too but with the number it looked really bad so I changed it to left alignment. This looked a lot better but there were a few orphans so I changed the font and tracking so all the books would fit on one line. For the first story “Mary had a little lamb” I ended up getting help to real align the page to make it less cramped. Other than that change which I talked about earlier - I kept the nursery rhyme into fours lines and made sure I had no orphans or widows. I used an all cap title, a subheading for the author and body text for the story. I used a coloured illustration on this page since the content page had colour. I liked this image I found because it also had the vintage look of older books - with the watercolour style that I like - and have on the front cover. The image also featured a girl and lambs which I thought fit the story well.

For ‘I’m a little teapot’ story I used the same text as the previous story but I kept the font the original paragraph setting I had which was 16. I used return shift to create the text paragraphing. I used a teapot image, illustrated with black and white with what looks like pen. I chose this because in old book design they often used black illustrations in children’s book - for example old Winnie the Pooh books. I really like this style and as I sad earlier I wanted an older sort of styled book design. for ‘itzy bitzy spider’i used the same format and type of image. I liked this image as it included a spider, a web and some flowers. I liked the flowers because it is a recurring theme throughout the book. I also like that the spider is not a super realistic image, because children are often scared of spiders.

For ‘ring o’ roses’ I wanted to have a literal image of a ring of roses or a wreath of roses. I found an image that was in the watercolour style I liked. I decided to keep this in colour, even though most of the illustrations I have are in black and white. I tried it in black and white but it didn’t look as good, and I feel like colour shows off the rose illustration nicely. I used middle alignment for text and put the text inside the ring of roses. For hare and the tortoise i used lots of soft return for the paragraphing. I also used it at the end to use emphasis on the last line, because that is the main meaning behind the story. I used a tortoise illustration for the bottom of the page, the illustration was originally brown so I changed it into black and white.

in this i used multiple images and then edited them on photoshop to black and white and removed the backgrounds. i also edited some of them - moving thing around/ removing things ect. I chose these images because i thought they looked good and matched the rest of my book while also relating back to the characters from the stories i used. i wanted it to look nice while also matching the rest of the book and i think i achieved this. i like the colour as well and think i child would like to look at this. the only thing i would change next time is to make a more simple back cover - as while this is pretty back covers are usually pretty bland. So this could be used as a front cover next time.

i enjoyed this task, as i enjoyed thinking to what i would like as a child when i made this. i also enjoyed playing around more on photoshop, in design and illustrator. i definitly leant some new things through trail and error as well as soft returns which the teacher taught us. my favourite thing was making arrangements on photoshop and INdesign. i think children would like my book design and stories and do think a children could easily read the storys themselves. I think its a really pretty book and an adult reading it to their kids would also (hopefully) enjoy the illustrations. i think if i were to do this again i would do a make the back cover the front cover, do a more simple back cover (maybe just keep the rabbit and do more of a blurb), and make the book all black and white. i would also change the order of the page spreads i would swap 6 & 7 for 8 & 9 because the 'ring o' roses' story is in colour and would look better near the colour pages - originally i chose the order of pages this way so 'the hare and the tortoise' would be last on content page, because i originally couldn't fit the name on one line, so i wanted it to be the last story. I would also make the books content page background colour white. lastly I would try to add some more vectors. I got a little annoyed with the vectors because I couldn't really make illustrations in the same style as the style i was going for. i found i could only really make line art when i wanted to create more sketchy illustrations (which i ended up doing on photoshop instead with the pencil tool). although i did manage to create the style i wanted by converting sketches i drew, into vectors on illustrator with a tool called 'convert sketch into vector'.

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stealingyourbones · 3 years ago

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DP + JLU crossover prompt: I wanna see Flash as Danny's mentor, so--

Danny has survived (Sorta?) 2 years as a ghost without being discovered. Until their field trip to Central City. First day there and immediately Flash catches him phasing out of some locked container (Thank you, Dash). Danny thinks he's screwed, "Hello GIW, dissection tables, and ecto-uranium cages for the rest of my life", but Flash just asks "Meta?" and Danny rolls with the out, figuring he can just let the hero believe he has some sort of intangibility ability and not get caught doing anything else for the week. The League hero even asks if he's out about his ability and helps him with a cover story for where he was when Mr. Lancer asks.

Cue Danny getting a surprise mentor. Turns out, it's something of an open secret that Flash likes to help out young metas with their abilities. He's willing and able to set things up so he can visit Danny in Amity Park regularly, so Danny doesn't have to move. He's got a ton of experience helping kids feel out different abilities safely (and Danny's almost a little disappointed he only told the guy about intangibility because he wishes he could get this level of guidance on other abilities. Like duplication. Or teleporting.). And he's not afraid of acting as a go between for kids who want to keep their identities secret while learning their abilities and other heroes with similar powersets, either.

Flash is aware there is a lot more to Danny's powers than he's been told, but he's willing to let the kid come to him with the full story in his own time.

ooooooooo alrighty okokokokok. sO.

this brings me so much seritonin I love Flash x DP crossovers, I simply haven't read much stuff on Barry since the guy since he was dead for like a solid 25 years irl time for comics. It's a good thing that I can write this since Justice League Unlimited Flash is Wally West. Barry straight up just doesn't exist in JLU and sO:

Wally damn well knew the kid had something else going on. He's not sure exactly what but he's seen enough to know that this kid is more powerful than he's making himself out to be.

He's spotted Danny's foot almost on reflex turn invisible when his hands slipped and he dropped a knife on the ground. The knife clattered to the floor harmlessly and Danny was fine. The flickering of his lower limbs was for less than a second. Flash can think as fast as 100 attoseconds in one second. That's what a second is to 300 million years. He may not be able to perceive just as fast but it's still far far quicker than any meta he's ever known. He watches the boy for what seems to be days but to Danny it's quick as a flash, how he realizes that he's invisible and hastily flickers back to reality. No one should have spotted it, but Flash saw. He knew. He kept it to himself. It was not his secret to tell.

Danny thinks he's subtle. He might be for the average human, but not to fellow Supers. Danny's drinks are somehow always perfectly chilled even when its been sitting in the sun for hours. The kid's nightmares cause him to yell in his sleep. Wally had to ask Batman for some custom glassware made out of the same stuff the Batmobile's windows are made of cause the kid keeps shattering every new set he buys.

The other day Danny showed Wally that he could turn invisible. On his own terms. Wally acted as if the dozens of times he's seen Danny blip out of existence never happened and accepted the new development with ease. He knew he gained even more of Danny's trust when the young meta laughed and for the first time didn't worry about hiding his sharp canines from his sight.

Progress is slow going but eventually he'll get this boy to open up so he can get the proper help he needs.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #writing prompts #dc comics #dp x dc prompt #flash #bones replies #anon #who am i kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #writing may be janky I simply am too tired to proofread

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nathanbatemanfucker · 4 years ago

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bloodlust - ch 2: rising action

summary: recovery takes time but it’s always easier when you have someone you love leading you in the right (or wrong) direction.

pairing: unsub!fem!reader x unsub!aaron hotchner

chapter warnings: 18+/nsfw, dark themes, questionable morals, vigilante violence, use of knives, blood mention, pet names, depictions of paranoia/anxiety/depression, a decreased healthy and accurate perception of reality, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), blood play, praise kink

an: surprise! @shmaptainhotchner was cool with putting this out early so welcome to chapter two! please, please, please we beg of you to read the warnings before reading, things begin to take a turn in this chapter. let’s chat in the comments or the discord, we love to hear what y’all think! also, there’s a read more glitch so please disregard the duplicate line in the beginning!

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Most would ask how after such events someone could jump right back into work. But Aaron had gotten to be very good at compartmentalizing.

He thought about it day in and day out, even if it seemed like he didn’t, but he had rationalized everything. The man you had killed was a bad person, you were a good person, therefore your actions were justified. And his? Well, he did everything to protect you.

“Hey, Hotch?” there was a knock at his office door, pulling him out of a trance.

“JJ, what can I do for you?” he asked, putting down his pen.

“It’s just, I’ve been messaging (Y/N), and she hasn’t really been texting back. Or returning any of my calls. Is…Is she alright?”

Aaron took a moment to think of what his response should be, how should he explain it.

“She’s alright, I think she just needs some space from the job and the BAU. It’s been hard on her lately,”

“Yeah, yeah of course,” JJ nodded. She turned to leave the room when Aaron stopped her.

“JJ, she still loves all of you guys,” he assured and she nodded with a small smile.

“We love her too,”

But Aaron couldn’t tell you that. Not when you were at a point where you wouldn’t believe it.

Each time he came home from work you were sinking deeper and deeper into what felt like a pit of darkness. And almost every night after you were asleep, Aaron would go into his office, open his desk drawer and pull out the knife he kept in a locked box.

Just staring at it, twirling it between his fingers. Because the one thing he struggled to rationalize was why he wanted to go out and do it again.

He always knew he had been a bit looser with the trigger on his gun than most of the people on the team, but then again, this was different. Very different.

He relished the feeling of the blood covering his hands, the way it stained and splattered against his shirt. Watching the life slowly leave his victim’s eyes, it gave him a kind of euphoric pleasure he’d never experienced. And he tried to relive it, closing his eyes and remembering that feeling, but each time he gripped the knife he knew it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t control his urges again.

He wished you hadn’t seen him like that, one night when you couldn’t sleep, eyes glazed with fatigue.

The way his eyes shone when he looked at the metal, when he ran its flat surface along his palm.

And you knew it was wrong but every bone in your body felt too heavy to try and stop him.

Either way, you stopped thinking it mattered. You were going to love him no matter what, he was still the same Aaron Hotchner to you and you were the same (Y/N) Hotchner to him.

You couldn’t say you were surprised when he came home one night, covered in blood, a sense of relief in his eyes.

“He wasn’t a good person,” Aaron assured you. “The world’s better off without him,”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t say much these days, but you could take care of him, that was one thing you were good at.

Wiping away the red stains from his skin, Aaron could see you were drifting, your movements becoming robotic, mechanical.

“Sweetheart, honey, look at me,” Aaron curled a finger under your chin and tilted it up to look at him. “There she is,” he smiled softly. “There’s my beautiful wife,”

“Beautiful?”

Lately you didn’t feel beautiful, days on end spent in bed doing nothing but stare up at the ceiling. But that word pulled you back. Did he mean it?

“Yes,” he nodded. “Beautiful as the first day I met you. Gorgeous as the day I married you,”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at his words until he silenced all your thoughts with a searing kiss.

“Come on sweetheart, let me show you just how beautiful you are. The rest can wait,”

You nodded your head and let him kiss you once more. He’d do anything to keep you there with him. Absolutely anything at all. The light that he saw in your eyes when he called you beautiful was a familiar one. One he remembered seeing almost everyday before the incident. He wanted to keep you there, keep your spark on.

You’d let him guide you to the bedroom, both of you ignoring your wet pajamas. Neither of you cared, not when you were connecting in this way for the first time in so long. His mouth was firm against yours as he peeled off your tank top and sleeping shorts.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been doing a good job of showing you how beautiful you are.” He whispered as he laid you on the bed, situating himself beside you.

You pushed a hand through his silky hair, shook you head. “It’s not your fault, Aaron, I’m the one who made the mistakes. I’m the one who started it.”

“Do you think any less of me when I come home the way I do?”

Your answer was immediate, truthful, and admittedly worrisome. When did you become okay with his actions?

“No, of course not.”

“Then why would I think any differently of you? We did this together, we made that choice together. You did it with bravery and a conscience. I did it because I love you. I love you more than anything and right now, all I want to do is prove that to you. Can I?”

You nodded timidly, tilting your head up for a kiss. It started out gentle, slow and sweet, the need increasing as he coaxed your mouth open. Still gentle, but filled with so much longing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed being with him like this.

He took his time with you, kissing you so thoroughly that by the time he pulled away you felt like you were floating. He didn’t stop there, kissing his way down your neck and body. He paused at your breasts, twirling his tongue around one nipple and then the other.

You whimpered, back arching up into his. “You make the most gorgeous sounds.”

“Aaron.”

“Yes, my love?” He questioned as he continued to twirl his tongue, pulling and sucking on your nipples.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Keep going please?”

“I won’t stop beautiful, not until you cum all over my cock.” He continued to kiss down your body until he made it to the apex of your thighs, pulling your clit into his mouth with no hesitation.

Your hips bucked up, pushing your pussy further into his mouth. He groaned, and when you looked down at him you saw his eyes roll back into his head, something that just made you wetter. You don’t know what overcame you but you have the overwhelming need to take over, thrusting your hand into his hair to hold him where you need him most. You didn’t stop moving your hips and Aaron didn’t complain, just gripped your hips to anchor himself against you as he drank from you like a fountain.

It didn’t take long for you to cum and before you can even recover fully, you find yourself pulling him up to kiss you, one of your hands falling to his erection. You pushed him into you, tilting your hips so that he’s fully inside you.

“Aaron, baby.”

“I love you. I’ve got you. You’re so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful when you take me. Look at how well we fit together.” He glanced down at where the two of you meet, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight.

“I love you too, Aaron. You feel so good.” You said breathless as your eyes dropped to watch him glide in and out of you.

Your second orgasm builds almost as quickly as the first. Aaron’s skilled mouth never left your warmed skin, as he sucked and nibbled on your throat and chest. If his mouth wasn’t on you, it was showering you with constant praise. Likewise, his pace never faltered, his hips slapping against yours as he pushed his cock into you over and over. The consistency and intensity was ultimately your undoing and when you tighten around him with a garbled cry his fingers tighten in the sheets.

Your release catapulted him into his own, a guttural groan stuttering in the back of his throat. He crushed his mouth to yours as he filled you completely, driving his hips into you a few more times to get his cum nice and deep. Praises fell from his lips as he pulled out, gathering you into his arms.

The two of you were in the shower cleaning up when you looked him, directly in the eye.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He continued to wash your body.

“You’re not scared that we’ve opened Pandora’s box?”

“If anything, we‘ve helped eradicate some of the evils that came out of it.” You looked at him not entirely convinced, eyes wary. “You’re my sweetheart. My angel. Too good to have come out of something that’s infamous for being evil.”

You didn’t say anything else, just nodded with an uneasy smile as the two of you finished cleaning up. It was late, and you were exhausted, physically and mentally. You couldn’t say the same for Aaron as he scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the bedroom.

“Thank you, Aaron. I love you.” You mumbled sleepily as he placed you into the bed.

“Of course, sweetheart. I love you too. Go to sleep, I’ll join you in a bit, I have a report to finish.”

“Will you stay? Please? Just until I fall asleep.” You begged, your lip jutting out ever so slightly.

He sighed, and slipped under the covers next to you, pulling you into his arms. Neither of you said anything else, he just placed a kiss on the top of your head as you drifted off into what is your most peaceful slumber since the murder.

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“Sweetheart,” Aaron called as he entered your apartment. “Sweetheart, I’m home,”

The place wasn’t any different than when he left that morning. He dropped his briefcase on the couch that was already a mess, piled with papers and files.

As he walked towards the room he took his suit jacket off and tossed it on the armchair in the corner, tilting his head at you. You hadn’t moved an inch since he left. Laying down on your back, one arm extended towards his side of the bed with another thrown across your stomach.

He climbed into bed next to you, moving some hair out of your face.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said softly. “I missed you,”

You only blinked but he still bent down and pressed a kiss to your temple before running his hand across your cheek.

“I brought you a little something,” he said, pulling out a little trinket from his pocket and placing it on the pillow in front of you. “It’s from Penelope, she misses you,”

You missed her too. So much. You missed all of them, Emily, JJ, Derek, Spencer, even Dave. But they could never know what you did and you were in no condition to lie anymore.

You moved your hand to come and curl around the little figurine. It was always your favourite one, something you pointed out each time you would visit her office. You could feel the tears burning in your eyes at the sight of it, but you let them come because it was nice to feel something.

“Maybe we should get you up and take a shower?” Aaron suggested. “And then get you something to eat,”

You nodded your head and reached out for him, he gladly picked you up and walked over to the washroom, turning on the shower until the water was warm and then setting you down on the counter so he could help you undress.

This became your routine, he went to work, came home, took care of you. A never ending cycle so it seemed.

You stood with Aaron in the shower for what felt like hours while he helped you wash your hair and clean your body. Each touch was intentional, hoping to get you to feel something, anything.

His kisses to your shoulder made you lean into his hold and he took a deep breath, thanking the universe that you were still there with him. And when he turned your chin around and pressed his lips to yours, your hand came to gently cradle his face.

He looked so beautiful with water dripping off his lashes, that love in his eyes he held for you, shining just as bright as ever, which made you realize with everything that happened he probably couldn’t see that you loved him the way you could see he loved you. So you told him.

“I love you, Aaron,”

Which pulled his lips into a grin, allowing you to fit your thumb right where his dimple was.

“I love you too, my sweet angel,”

Angel, you liked that. In a way you kind of were an angel. Your choice had brought the fate of three other people. You had delivered justice, that’s what Aaron insisted on. You had helped rid the world of three people who didn’t deserve to be there in the first place. And when you looked at it like that, well, everything just all started to fall into place.

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Aaron noticed over the next few weeks something seemed to have shifted. When he came home from work you weren’t sitting in bed each time, you had tried to clean up a bit, even made dinner or ordered food on occasion, but he thought he could say you were doing better.

And you spoke, you talked to him, asked him about his day and his heart soared because he loved hearing your voice.

“Sweetheart, I'm so happy you’re doing better,” he smiled and leaned in to give you a kiss.

“Me too,” you agreed. “But, I was actually wondering…”

“What is it?” he asked. “Anything, you name it, it’s done,”

“Can you call me angel?” you asked. “I liked it, a lot,”

“You did?” his lips quirked upward and you nodded your head. “Then it’s done, angel. Is there anything you want to do?” he asked and you shrugged.

“I was going to make some dinner, why don’t you rest a bit, you must have had a long day at work,”

You stood up without another word, pressing a kiss to his forehead before making your way to the kitchen and pulling out the various things you would need to cook.

You grabbed a knife so you could cut the chicken but caught yourself staring at the glistening metal, remembering what it felt like to have in your hands, remembering the imprint the handle left after you had squeezed it so hard.

And when you finally brought yourself to cut the chicken it slipped and nicked the side of your palm. You couldn’t even tell if it was on purpose or not.

You stared at the red blossoming on your hand and dropped the knife on the counter, mesmerized by the crimson red colour.

Using your other hand you smeared the blood, watching as it coated your skin like a glimmering paint. Why had you never noticed that before?

“(Y/N), is something wrong I-,”

Aaron stopped when he saw the onions almost burning on the stove and quickly turned it off before addressing you.

“Angel, we should clean this up,”

You wanted to protest, but you knew he was right, for now at least.

“It’s beautiful though,” you mumbled and he either didn’t hear you or elected to ignore it because you knew he agreed.

A few nights later Aaron could feel you turning around in the bed, he carefully awoke to try and figure out what was going on but you didn’t seem disturbed, you looked at peace.

And yet inside your mind was racing with images, that knife in your hand before you plunged it into someone’s chest feeling an instant high after the action, even though it was just a dream.

A few moments later your eyes blinked open and you almost looked disappointed.

“Was it a nightmare?” Aaron asked, just to be sure.

“No,” you shook your head. “A good dream,” you sighed, leaning into his chest and letting yourself fall back asleep.

As the days went on, you felt more and more like yourself. You were in the kitchen trying to focus on icing the batch of cupcakes you’ve just finished and not the set of knives behind you. It didn’t prove to be too hard, but everytime you face their direction you couldn’t help but steal a glance. You were starting on the last cupcake when Aaron walked in.

He did a double take as he dropped his bag by the door, a slow smile spreading across his face as your eyes met his. “You’re baking again.”

“Marble cupcakes with chocolate icing. Your favorite.”

“Thank you, sweet girl. You’re so good to me.” He came to plant a kiss on your cheeks, which you felt heat not only from his praise but his steady gaze.

“Because I love you.”

“I know. I love you too, so much. More than anything.”

“Enough to come cuddle in bed with me? There’s a pie in the oven so I can’t start dinner yet.”

“Cupcakes, pie, and dinner, you’re spoiling me. So if that’s what you want then that’s what you get.”

You kissed him, cupping his face with your hands before you led him to the bedroom. You were only in a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt but he’s fully dressed from the work day. The two of you worked together to get him stripped down to just his boxers before laying in bed. He was completely wrapped around you, face buried in your hair. You sighed in contentment, hitching your leg around his waist to pull him closer though at that point it’s physically impossible.

The two of you laid there for a moment, the closest to peace you’ve been in weeks before you raised your lips to his neck, placing a litter of kisses on it. He looked down at you, eyes soft and warm and inquisitive.

“Kiss me.” You breathed, tilting your face up so your lips hover less than an inch away from his. His mouth is on yours in an instant, tongue pushing in to explore every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss, feeling like you’re exactly where you want to be.

You kissed him back gently at first, relishing in the feel of his warm lips against yours, his body on top of yours. Aaron’s touch was one of the only things grounded you these days, and you find a hunger bubbling deep within you. You bucked your hips up to push him back, and when you feel he’s off balance you roll over, straddling him. He groaned in surprise but kept kissing you, hands gripping your waist tightly.

You increased the intensity of the kiss, deepened it so that the two of you are just lips, teeth, and tongues. You groaned into his mouth, it’s deep and animalistic. There was that feeling again; the all encompassing need for more and to give in to your impulses. You started to nibble on his bottom lip, swiping your tongue over it to soothe the sting of your teeth. He seemed to like it, sparred you on but holding you even tighter, moving his hand up to the back of your neck to pull you closer. It was your undoing, making you lose it and you took his bottom lip between your teeth once more, biting down on it with more force.

“Fuck.” He leaned away from the kiss, pulling his lip from between your teeth. His hand slid up your body and he brought it up to his lip which was bleeding from your harsh bite.

You felt your face flush, embarrassment and dark arousal rushed through you in one foul swoop. He looked upset, eyebrows drawn together as he gazed at the blood on his fingers so you began to apologize. “Oh, I didn’t mean to. I-I’m sorry, does it-“

Before you could finish he’d pulled you down to kiss him, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and biting just as hard as you did, if not harder. You whimper as you feel his teeth cut through your skin, the taste of his blood mixing with yours invading your mouth.

“Rough, naughty girl. You like that?” His voice was low, seductive, it sent a chill up your spine, and though it felt wrong to be so turned on by the spilling of his blood it was reality. He made you feel anything but ashamed when he looked at you, his eyes glistening with adoration.

“Yes.”

Some blood had made it onto his chin and a light went off in your head. Bending down you flattened your tongue, ran it up his chin to capture the few drops of blood that dot it. He groaned, and his hands tightened his grip on your waist. The kiss he gave you was much harder, deeper and rougher and you grinded down against him, feeling his erection easily through his boxers.

“I want you,” You murmured against him, adding, “in my mouth. I want you in my mouth, want to show you how much you mean to me. How much this, us taking care of each other and protecting each other means to me.”

He pulled away, stared sternly into your eyes for a moment to make sure, but found no hesitation in them. “I could never say no to you, angel. Let me strip you.”

You laid back on the bed immediately, and he took off your clothing in a flash. He pressed soft, worshiping kisses to every inch of your body. You were practically trembling once he made it all the way up to your body and planted a kiss on your lips.

“Where do you want me?”

“Can you sit on the end of the bed?”

He’d nodded, kissed you one last time before removing his boxers and following your instructions. Once he’d settled, you rose from the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him.

You took him into your mouth easily, your mouth wet and warm and tight as you moved up and down on his length. He was reduced to nothing but a string of moans, his hands fisting in the duvet, his head thrown back. You took your time, moving not too fast but not too slow either. You mouthed at the head, swirling your tongue around it before taking him down into the back of your throat.

“What a good girl you are, that’s it sweetheart. Nice and slow and deep for me.” He praised, his hands gently guiding your head as you took him into the back of your throat repeatedly.

All you could do is moan around him, looking up at him completely drunk on the taste and smell of him. He was everything to you, and you feel safe and cherished. You could be whoever you wanted to be and there was no doubt that he would love you all the same.

Your hand fell between your legs with a moan, and the sight of you with his cock in his mouth, pleasuring yourself was almost his breakpoint. His hands stopped your head, cradling it gently as he guided you off of him.

You placed your hands on his thighs, scooting closer to him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No angel, you and your mouth are perfect, but I need to be buried in you.”

His words made you spring up from your knees. He’d predicted this and you find yourself flipped over underneath him, you back pressed in the bed.

He was slick with precum and your spit and when he bottoms out inside of you. Both of you moaned, the sounds swirling together in the air as he began to pump in and out of you. Each movement was accompanied by a deep kiss. You could taste the cocktail of his blood and yours, almost intoxicated by the metallic flavor that invaded your senses.

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, collecting some of the blood there before running his hand down your body. “It’s you and me baby. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, keep us safe.”

“Me too, me too, anything. Anything for you, Aaron.”

“You’re so gorgeous, so strong. My sweet angel, ready for anything. I promise, I’ll take good care of you. I swear.”

“Yes, baby, I know. I trust you.”

“Oh god, you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.” Your words came out breathy because something in the atmosphere changed. The air was thick and heavy, the smell of blood a welcome, sinister scent as your bodies worked against each other. His slow, gentle thrusts began to change, his hips moved rougher and faster. His lips have fallen to your throat and chest, sucking marks into your flesh.

“Mmm, yeah, harder.” You murmured into his ear, hips tilting up to meet his.

He didn’t remove his lips from your throat, just asked, “Harder?”, punctuated the question with a light love bite.

The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin, even softly, drove you crazy. “Yes, please, harder Aaron.”

“Harder.” Your voice was rough, your fingernails digging further into the skin of his back.

He hesitated, pulling back to make sure that you’re confident in what you’re asking for. “Angel,”

“I want you to be rough with me, please, baby?”

His eyes lit up and darkened in the same moment, a sinister brightness detected in them. If you were in your right mind it would scare you to see him this way, but it only made you wetter and caused you to tighten around him.

He doesn’t take it easy on you, hand running up your body and wrapping around the sides of your throat as he sat up on his knees. His other hand wrapped around your hip, pulling you onto his cock as he slammed up into you, a grunt left him with each thrust.

A smile spread across your face as you wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go harder. “Yeah, mhmm, just like that.”

“Dirty angel.” His grin matched yours, deranged and satisfied as he finally unleashed his roughness on you.

He was relieved and in awe at how well you took him, but scolded himself for doubting you. You’d done nothing but prove to him from the moment you met that you two worked well together. He shouldn’t have been surprised that it translated to such dark places.

He picked up his speed as he neared his release, watching how your mouth opened, eyebrows furrowed in almost a frown as he absolutely railed you.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me won’t you? Make me happy and cum for me. I’m right behind you.”

“I’ll cum for you, I’ll make you happy.” The words had barely made it out of your mouth when you detonated around him, your pussy tightening around him with a pressure that made him cum immediately. He fell into you, a muddled version of your name leaving his lips as he fills you up. The two of you laid there for what seemed like forever until he finally spoke.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He picked you up bridal style in his arms before making his way to the bathroom. He set you down in front of the sink, walking towards the shower and turning it on.

You’re mesmerized by what you see in the mirror. Your body is lightly smeared with blood, your bottom lip puffy and redden. He’d also littered you with hickies, they’re all over your neck and chest. You looked a mess, almost like you’d just gotten out of a fight but the sight made your breath speed up, your legs clench together.

“You like it.” He observed, causing you to turn to look at him.

“You don’t?” Your voice sounded melancholic, worried that he won’t enjoy this the way you are.

He shook his head, a small smile played on his lips, “I think you look gorgeous in red, angel.”

#bloodlust #unsub!reader x unsub!hotch #unsub!reader #unsub!hotch #hotch x fem!reader #fem!reader x aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem reader #femreader x aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #hotch x female reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #criminal minds x reader #arsonhotchner x shmaptainhotchner #arsonhotchnerwrites

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akrahan · 4 months ago

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Akrahan had to suppress a sigh, not out of spite for the prince, but because he should have known better than to walk into a room with so many expensive silks and carpets with such drab wear. Akrahan held his boots up in one hand and held out his other hand vertically facing them. There’s a brief flash of light as Akrahan creates a spectral duplicate of his draconic claw to carry the boots toward the door he entered from.

A simple spell and a neat party trick.

“My apologies for my rudeness. I sometimes forget the attire I’m forced to wear now.” Akrahan’s feet were bare and incredibly well-kept. It’s clear he takes time to polish the scales and keep every aspect of his physical appearance neat.

When Yijun offered the book, saying his name for the first time, it was a pleasant feeling. Almost as if Akrahan had been welcomed back into high society, but with it came a sense of uneasiness. It’s surprising for a prince of such high stature to address a simple Dragonborn such as Akrahan.

Slowly, he reached out, claws carefully avoiding the delicate paper as his fingers brushed against the edges of the cover.

And that was when he felt it, Yijun’s hand holding the book

The briefest of touches. Akrahan’s hand was warm, the scales that comprised his claws were clean and smooth to the touch.

And look at that, still there and all too real.

Akrahan couldn’t help, but look to the prince, the way his hand was placed almost felt intentional. Akrahan had to quickly look away to not give the wrong impression by staring. He quickly takes the book and leans back against his seat flipping through the pages.

His hands flip through the first few pages… then skips ahead to the middle… and then to the latter half. “Yes I think this is the same book I discovered not long ago… Oh my gosh!” Akrahan can feel the scales around his face grow hot as he skims through some of the more… detailed portions of the book. “The author gets quite creative with those descriptions…”

He turned the book over in his hands, closing the pages. He hides his face in his clawed hands and speaks. “I’m so sorry, this must be so awkward for you… I had no idea there could possibly have been any other copies, or that some fairytale prince existed out there in the world.”

Akrahan leans forward in his chair a little and holds out his hands almost defensively. “And I just want to say in advance that I did not write this!”

Continued from here @akrahan

It took Yijun a moment to recover from the familiar face that just walked into his abode, one of the last he had ever imagined actually meeting. Clearing his throat as Julius spoke, Yijun quickly assumed the immaculate regality of a prince once more.

"Ah yes, lord Julius. I've heard you have been making quite big splashes in the market recently, only sensible to let your guard stay. There are plenty of fish that would love to take a bite of those margins you have been accumulating."

Yijun turned around after a cordial bend at the waist and took place at his desk, motioning for at least Julius to sit as well. Taking a stack of papers off his desk, Yijun briefly rummaged around until he seemingly found what he was looking for.

"As it seems there have been improvements in your quantity and quality. Something very commendable. But tell me, if you please, why come to the royal palace with this, and not any of the hundreds of investors who would love to take this on? Or one of the advisors of the royal palace? It is quite bold to make an appointment with the prince directly, given you are not bestowed with a title."

Yijun laced his fingers together and lightly rested his chin on them, gazing at Julius with soft eyes that hid a terrifying bloodlust in them. Even sitting down, there was an unmistakable haughtiness to Yijun that he navigated with utter perfection. Any moves he made worked flawlessly with his clothes, hair, jewels, and horns, giving him a dreamlike, floating appearance. Along with a skin that almost seemed to glow with health and the markings on his body truly gave him an otherworldly aura, despite looking very human.

"Not to say that the palace wouldn't benefit slightly from more armaments, but I would love to hear what exactly justified you taking precious minutes out of my day."

With a sly smile, Yijun exposed parts of pearly white fangs. His eyes briefly flicked to Akrahan, a peculiar light dancing in them.

What in the blazes was a fictional character doing here. Surely it couldn't be that Yijun had just happened upon a fictional book that happened to depict a real person that happened to have stumbled into the castle in much similar manner to the story? He had to find a way to make Akrahan stay here, at least for a minute so they could talk and he could figure out what was going on.

#yijun

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greatsagestonemonkey · 4 years ago

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About “Shadow Play”

Warning! Spoilers ahead!

Okay, so, after watching “Shadow Play”, I had to write this out because a lot of people are talking about it and I had to lay out my two cents without being limited to a tiny box...

Possible spoilers for both Lego Monkie Kid Season 2 episode “Shadow Play” AND for Journey to the West, so be warned!

Okay for starters, the episode had a lot to unpack, but this is going to be covering the whole issue of “Poor Macaque” and “what the fuck Wukong”. THAT being said, I definitely LOVED the episode, it was fantastic! But I feel like this needs to be talked about because the writing for the episode tells a LOT more than I think people are seeing. That’s what I want to discuss here.

So, we all know from the story Macaque told in the episode, that he and Wukong go WAY back, the parallel of the Sun and the Moon was used, with Wukong being the Sun and Macaque being the Moon, of course, and that eventually Macaque was left behind by Wukong and he appears to be quite bitter about that. This is where I’ve noticed a lot of people bringing up the “what the fuck Wukong” bit... BUT, they seem to be overlooking something important here:

Wukong’s circlet. Also known as the “cursed hat” or “tightening band”. People who have read the book know that this circlet was given to Wukong by Tripitaka (also courtesy of Guan Yin) to keep Wukong in line. “Why?” many of you are probably asking... Well, it’s not just because Wukong is insanely powerful, that’s just part of the reason; a very MINOR reason.

The main and most important reason that people often forget about Wukong is that he is IMPULSIVE to a fault. For the first six chapters of Journey to the West, Wukong is driven PURELY by his impulsive desires. He never listened to anyone! His rampage through Heaven was testimony to that, as was his taking Buddha’s challenge to escape his palm, and in the end, his own hubris was his downfall. But even after being imprisoned for 500 years, Wukong hadn’t changed much. Or at all, in fact. That is why Tripitaka needed the circlet and the tightening mantra that came with it to control him; because Wukong wouldn’t listen to him AT ALL. It was only after Tripitaka had an effective way to discipline the monkey that Wukong started to actually do as he was asked. And as the book goes on, Wukong becomes more compliant, actually listening and doing as asked without Tripitaka having to use the tightening mantra to get Wukong to calm down. There’s actually a pretty compelling scene later on in the book (I don’t remember the exact chapter or page) where Tripitaka stops Wukong from attacking a demon minion JUST by calling out his name, whereas before he would have to recite the mantra to get him to stop.

There’s another infamous scene where Wukong is moved to tears by Tripitaka’s compassion for others, whereas earlier in the book Wukong wouldn’t have really bothered much with pity for others. Like seriously. He couldn’t be bothered to look after anyone but himself or his monkeys. He was kind of a selfish dick that way. But in that particular scene, it showed that Wukong had changed A LOT since being made to stop and listen to Tripitaka every once in awhile via the circlet. It was kind of like a wake-up call for him, in a way.

Anyway, we can clearly see the circlet on Wukong’s head in this scene when Macaque is showing how Wukong left. I know we can see it in earlier ones too, but I think the reason for that is because that’s how Macaque sees Wukong, but we’ll come back to that in a bit.

Now, we all know that Macaque is supposed to represent Wukong’s darker side, his “shadow”. And one thing that I think the writer’s made clear in this episode is that Macaque hasn’t changed much. He’s still the dark half, the side of Wukong that will always be in the shadows; the part of him that was BEFORE Wukong changed due to his travels with Tripitaka. Since it’s hinted that Macaque was with Wukong before his rampage through heaven and his 500 year imprisonment, we know that he saw the side of Wukong that existed before Wukong went through the various level of character development that he did in the Journey to the West. And the thing that the writers for “Shadow Play” make clear is that Macaque doesn’t completely understand why Wukong changed.

Macaque wasn’t there for the Journey. Which was probably his choice. The writers of this episode, and of the episode “Macaque” make it clear that Macaque hasn’t changed much in the centuries. He himself makes that clear by referring to himself as Wukong’s shadow, and with the parallel of the sun and the moon. And because he wasn’t there, because he stayed in the shadows, he clearly doesn’t understand the reason behind Wukong’s change and choice to stay by Tripitaka’s side through the Journey, despite being jilted and hurt by the monk plenty of times.

Wukong chose to stay with Tripitaka because he was changing, growing, for the better, even if he himself didn’t realize it right away. But when he did realize it, he chose to stay, even if that meant leaving behind a part of him--or even someone--that he held very dear; Macaque.

Which now brings us to this next part people keep talking about:

The scene where Macaque apparently gets his scar.

We now know for certain that Macaque gets his scar from Wukong. And a lot of people have been expressing their curiosity over why the two ended up fighting each other, or what could have prompted Wukong to wound someone he was supposed to have cared about in such a way.

Well, for those of you who have read the book, you probably know why exactly why. For those who haven’t, in the chapter where the Six Eared Macaque first makes his appearance, he attacks and wounds Tripitaka badly; like with the full intention of killing him kind of badly. I won’t spoil the whole chapter for you, but long story short, is that when confronted after his identity as “the false monkey king” is revealed, he confesses that his plan is to kill everyone in the Journey Crew--minus Wukong--and replace them with duplicates that he has created.

Now, we know from previous episodes of the series so far, that Wukong cares for the rest of the Journey Crew VERY MUCH. He’s kept momentos from the Journey and even made those little origami figures of them with that little shrine in the New Years Special. And we’ve seen how he gets when you threaten someone he cares about via the scene of him with Lady White Bone in that very same special.

THAT is what their fight was about.

Macaque hurt someone Wukong cared about, and Wukong retaliated in kind. Maybe he went a little too far, but he definitely wasn’t going to let it slide. It was almost literally “an eye for an eye”.

Now we come back to that bit of how Macaque sees Wukong, as promised. Macaque shows off Wukong with the circlet in the play because he again, doesn’t understand the reason behind Wukong’s change. He probably knows what the circlet does, and thus sees it and the one who controls it as the reason. This is probably why he attacked Tripitaka; in Macaque’s mind, without Tripitaka, without the tightening mantra, Wukong will go back to being his old self.

Macaque doesn’t understand that Wukong was changing without the circlet being used on him. He says this himself in Episode 9 of Season 1, when he delivers the line, “The old you would have leveled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you’re scared of hurting some kid?!”

That. Right there. Says SO much now that we’ve seen Shadow Play.

Wukong changed for reasons that Macaque doesn’t understand; Wukong grew to care about others and the consequences of his actions. But because Macaque stayed behind, he still holds onto Wukong’s old ways, and he wants that back. He used the analogy of himself as the warrior in the story, and even told MK about the “happy ending” because deep down that’s what he wants. He wants the old Wukong back because that’s the Wukong he understands.

Then we come to the line where he tells MK that he’s “a bit too much” like Monkey King, right after the flashback of how he got his scar. If we refer to that bit above again, we know that Macaque got his scar from Wukong after he tried to kill Tripitaka and very nearly turned the whole Journey Crew against Wukong completely. And what was Macaque doing in this scene?

The same thing.

He was using MK’s friends against him, which ticked MK off to the point where MK went almost blind with rage in an effort to get his friends back. We see in that brief flashback, that Macaque saw that bit of Wukong in MK; the part that cared too much.

This is also where we see a bit of growth in Macaque, and again I refer to the flashback. He realizes he’s reliving a moment where he possibly went too far, and decides to back out before it goes even further to a point where he gets hurt. But that’s also testament to how much he hasn’t changed over the centuries; he’s still only the best at looking out for himself, just like Wukong was before Tripitaka changed him.

His whole conversation with MK after the fight also shows how much he wants the old Wukong back and doesn’t want to see MK go down the same path, and we see it through the whole episode; he sees MK and Wukong as too “soft” now. They get concerned too easily with others, and what will happen if they fail, whereas Macaque is overconfident to a fault, looks out for “old number one” (himself) and doesn’t have the inconvenience of looking out for others to weigh him down or to blind him from his person goals. That’s why he tells MK he’s not ready, not because he lack the ability, but because he lacks the survival instinct. That same survival instinct that Macaque is used to.

In conclusion, Macaque both is and isn’t the victim here. He’s not Wukong’s victim, he’s his own victim; victim to his own misunderstanding and his own unwillingness to change or to accept change. It’s actually something we see in a lot of people, but we’re often unaware of because the signs are often hard to read, and I think that’s why a lot of people have reacted to this episode in the way they have. Again, I’m not saying that this episode was bad or anything, again, it was fantastic! The writers did an outstanding job, I just think there’s a lot more that they were trying to tell us with how they played it out that a lot of people aren’t seeing, and I really wanted to address that.

WHEW! Anyway, I think that about covers everything... sorry this is so long, and if you read this far, thank you so much for giving this a read!

#monkie kid #season 2 #spoilers #journey to the west #macaque #wukong #shadow play #psychology talk #warning long post

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yinses · 5 years ago

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savory euphemism

gojo satoru rating: m ( a lot of implications)

rqst: hope it makes sense! but he what if gojo had a lover who he accidentally turned into a curse when he rejected her death sort of like yuta did but bc he’s stronger she absorbs enough of his energy to make her a special grade but she doesn’t remember him :( and just likes killing but he can’t bring herself to exorcise her so he lets her do some of his curse missions just so she gets her fill and not go after ppl. basically pain all around. craving some angst in this chilis tonight

a/n: i did what i could! hope it meets your expectations.

he should have just killed it. put you both out of misery.

your spirit- the same part of you still drifting somewhere in the abyss, must hate him. he despised himself for putting you through this- making you this monster.

fate was cruel to him. making this curse into your image: your smile, voice and even some of your mannerisms but ripping away anything that tied it to him in memory. the only thing that kept it close was that intrinsic bond that tethered them together.

he made the mistake of calling it by your name too many times, ignorant enough to think that he could somehow bring you to the surface. it was you after all, born from the ashes of your death. in the end, he’d only made the noose around his neck. it built on his frustrations, learning lyrics of manipulation that they sang in his ear whenever he thought about killing it for good.

“toru, toru, don’t you miss me?”

“wont you be sad if i’m gone?”

then it would dance away, teeth clicking with laughter.

it was a haunting reminder that he never deserved you, he couldn’t even honor you properly on your deathbed.

but fuck, you-it- retained so much of your beauty, even out there on the battlefield as it ripped through curse after curse. letting it fight was like feeding, allowing it to consume and destroy to its heart content so that it wouldn’t turn on humanity. it was the only way that he could keep you, the same selfish wish that manifested the abomination in the first place.

the cruelty it poses seemed to be reserved for him. the curses he descended it upon may as well have been paper figures as it tore through their beings. it didn’t play toy them, not like it tormented him. didn’t draw out their turmoil.

when the last curse disintegrated, it turned to him, a small pout tugging at the mouth.

“those were boring, lets play more.”

it always wanted to fight, needing to expend its energy to remain satisfied.

he bites through a smile, eyes tense behind his blindfold. it blinked up at him with all the expectations of a child begging for more allowances. he doesn’t remember you being this innocent-dependent- and there are times that he doesn’t know what to do with it.

gojo chuckles bitterly, shoulders sinking a little further. “you’re going to ruin my image if i keep taking you on killing sprees. i’m efficient but if i start looking like a workaholic it might cause suspicion.”

not that it already wasn’t. the concern hadn’t disappeared after your physical body was long gone. there had been a shift in his being- just small enough to disrupt the flow of cursed energy trapped within him. the cursed manifestation of your soul weighed in on his own store, filling it with malignant thoughts that threatened to crack his facade.

he tolerated less than he use to. jokes not falling as easily from his lips. the only good thing to come from it was that he was able to direct most of it towards the elders. gojo was already strong but it made him appear more dangerous, though that wasn’t necessarily a positive.

“so no more work. lets play.”

right, ‘playing’. the euphemism used for when it fed on his own cursed energy in the most unconventional ways.

the field was empty of any other being, cursed, mortal or in between.

gojo leaned forward and brushed his nose against theirs. his eyes closed and prayed fervently to a god in hope that he wasn't sinning as he covered ‘your’ mouth with his.

it knew that human affection was his weakness, piercing the void in his heart with echos of sweets whimpers and moans from his past. this is when it duplicated you the best. almost identical in the way it made it’s body shuddered against his, trembling yet wholly invulnerable.

and he became intoxicated with how ‘your’ hands clutched his shoulders, as it hungrily parted ‘your’ lips and struggled to breathe as its domain bled out and surrounded him. it felt like he was floating in the same waters that took you away from him.

sometimes he wonders if this curse was the one who pulled you under.

wouldn’t that be ironic?

broader hands, soft and gentle, mapping out the feminine contours and pushing the shirt above ‘your’ navel. it had the curse breaking apart and gasping wantonly against him.

writhing.

quiet moans and desperate whines.

what a dirty little thing it made you. the visual tightening his crotch in a way you never had.

throwing its head back, looking at him with half-lidded eyes and letting those beguiling eyes yank him further down into the depths of ecstasy.

gojo smiled bitterly all to himself, brushing his expert hands over their body and making it jerk achingly against him in expectation.

he became addicted to this poison as it drew strands of vitality from him.

still desperately wanting you, wanting to protect what he made, wanting to do everything that it desired, because underneath it all he was still a broken man latching onto a fantasy.

of course, he knew that it needed him like oxygen, like sweets, like savory bean paste daifuku and sticky dango.

and he needed it too, like sleep and sanity.

maybe he was never meant to be in love.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo sins #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 4 years ago

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My likely plans for The Mask Rebirth Part 3

This is something I told Kaijuguy earlier that I’m gonna write this. But I’m not gonna make it yet. Because I’m still wondering about it. And also on Thursday, me and my family are gonna go to Universal Studios. And we’ll be back on Saturday. I will likely have my phone. But I may not post a lot or...it depends.

Part 3 is something I’ve really wondered about. Including having some inspiration from, “The Hunt For Green October”. But instead of shoving Ray Tuttle and his daughter’s story into this. I’ve decided that...may be part 4. So those jokes I said to Kaijuguy are likely gonna be a thing.

Anyway, I strangely want to make this seem like a leaked plot details thing before a movie comes out. You know that kind of shit right? I think I just want a reaction of how people may feel towards it. Before I officially make the thing.

Including I just wanna mention what I did with part 2. It strangely felt like an adult extended The Mask Animated Series episode in a sense...that was something I had thought long ago...but let’s get to the point. Of what the direction for this story was.

I have said characters like Owen Big Head, Stanley Big Head Killer, Davida Steelmine, Walter, and Pretorius are involved with this. And I may just reveal the secret behind Pretorius that I have kept secret. If I want to go through with it.

The story may take 6 months after part 2. With Edge City in a much better position after crime has seriously lowered down. And I’ve been thinking part 1 takes place in January. Part 2 takes place in June. And finally, part 3 takes place in December. So in a year, Owen has had the Mask Of Loki for nearly a year.

With Edge City actually being in a more peaceful state. But this doesn’t take place during Christmas. It’s before it. Owen’s mother, Anna, decides to take her son and their roommate Tina on possibly a two week vacation. With Leonor joining them. With the vacation taking place in either Finland or Sweden. Very likely Finland. Despite knowing he needs a much needed vacation. He brings the Mask Of Loki in case. Practically bring Loki along as well.

But during those 6 months. Stanley was thought to be dead after his body wasn’t found. But in fact, he had survived and tried to start a new life with a new name in Edge City. Mainly due to the possibility the police and Big Head may try to look for him. Stanley is more anti social and angry at life. Keeping to himself, like a hermit. Until an unknown man gives him a mysterious gift. A green mask of sorts.

Having kept his memory of wearing the Mask Of Jormungandr. But weary of Davida’s deception of him. He accepts the strange gift.

During this as well, after 6 months of being in prison and everyone against her. Vicky Pratt, mostly known as Davida Steelmine has escaped prison. With a new goal of exacting vengeance upon Owen Heffernan. But first going to the young man’s house, sneaking in, and taking the Mask Of Hel. And finding out he’s in Finland. She wants to start a new life. But she’s angered by having been exposed for who she is. She wants payback first.

Back to Stanley, when he wears the mask. He turns into what appears to be Big Head. But looking different. But to Stanley, this is the greatest thing ever. And possibly better than being Serpent Man. He embraces the terrible nature of the mask starts using his newfound powers by killing the Butcher gang first. Which had beat him up much earlier. And while I question if I wanna make Stanley’s rampage one night or two.

Compared to Owen’s first outing as Big Head. Which was mainly fun mischief. Stanley goes on a killing spree against people that have wrong him in anyway. Even such as the car mechanics, a man who owned him 60 bucks. Which also results in him killing many police officers trying to stop him.

But there’s a goal in mind that Stanley has. To find Vicky/Davida, Tina, and finally Big Head himself. The goal to finally kill all three. The ones that hurt him the most.

Yet during a situation where it’s only Kellaway and Stanley. Kellaway is confused and horrified by what seems to be Owen going on a random savage rampage. He tries to talk to him and calm him down. Asking him if something is wrong, instead of getting angry at him. But to Kellaway’s shock, Big Head tells him, “Who the Hell is Owen!?” And asking why is Kellaway calling him that and maybe Stanley revealing who he is, likely not. Which results in both realizing two different things.

Kellaway realizing, horrified, but strangely relieved that this Big Head isn’t Owen. And to Stanley, he’s shocked and remembers Owen Heffernan, he puts it together. Realizing Owen is very likely Big Head.

After escaping the police, and going to a place where he could hide. Stanley is met Walter, and the two fight. But the same man who gave Stanley the mask tells Walter to stop fighting him. Revealing Walter is with this unknown man. He reveals himself to be Septimius Pretorius. A very secretive man that the crime lords of Edge City would send traitors or anyone they hated to be tortured. But due to his secretive nature, and no one exactly knowing who he is. Most people didn’t like talking about him. As some gangsters would tell others stories about Pretorius to scare them. Along with Dorian when he was alive having met Pretorius in person before, and praising his work.

I’d like to admit, I got this idea form @kaijuguy19 I tried to remember. So thank him. On the part where I talk about Pretorius and Walter being strangely friends in a way.

And the biggest thing that made people strangely afraid of Pretorius. Despite he never made an attempt to be a crime lord. He was the one who made Walter who he is. While Walter was strong and huge already. He met Pretorius earlier in life, and Septimius has told others he merely improved Walter.

He reveals he created that duplicate mask for Stanley personally. To help him achieve his revenge and give him want he wanted. Despite Stanley’s hesitation to trust someone again. He gains Stanley’s trust by telling him that Vicky/Davida and Tina/Kathy are in Finland. But also telling Stanley what he has been wondering. Confirming that Owen Heffernan was his hero, Big Head. Who is in Finland as well with Tina too.

While not considering Pretorius or Walter as new friends. Stanley joins them, with Pretorius giving them a private plane ride to Finland.

Back to Kellaway, who tells Lionel that this Big Head isn’t Owen. And he believes him because of how radically different this Big Head dresses and sounds. The two go to Owen’s house. But realizing Davida has snuck in and stole her old mask. What horrifies the two more is the catch that she’s gonna be possibly going to Finland as well.

Wanting to confront the Owen himself instead of calling him. They take a plane ride to Finland. With possibly trying to come up with a reason why the Big Head Killer is going there. But also maybe Davida. I’m not sure about this. And I may change this. Such as trying to call them. But they don’t have their phone numbers.

So in this case.

In Finland. Owen as Big Head and others are gonna have to face off Davida Steelmine who wants revenge. Walter, who wants payback as well. But also Stanley as a new Big Head, who desires the same thing. But against Davida and Owen. With Pretorius in the background.

In what is said to be the happiest country in the world....holy shit.

Now Pretorius. This was this the idea I felt was crazy. So I’ll just reveal it. The idea that Pretorius was one of the survivors of Ragnarok. And was responsible for killing Sigyn. The wife of Loki, and the one keeping Ragnarok at bay. With Sigyn’s killer never found, her death was the final kick in Loki’s becoming ultimately evil. Presuming the gods had killed her. Thinking the gods want Ragnarok to happen. And becoming more nihilistic, resulting his fate within the mask.

Along with the other idea combined with that Pretorius was one of the survivors who had imprisoned Hel into her own mask. But also being the one who had come up with the idea to imprison Loki and his family that they felt caused Ragnarok. But due to this, his existence was ultimately covered up by the survivors of Ragnarok. And he didn’t mind that. Not a god, but merely someone able to use magic in a similar fashion like science.

Having lived throughout history with humanity for so long. He came to Edge City because of it’s horrible nature with crime. And one of the only people who seems to have developed a sort of friendship with Walter. Mainly both respecting each other for their talents. But also Walter respecting Pretorius for making him stronger than before.

Having believed the masks have been lost to time. Until Big Head showed up. He was curious, yet confused. But when Dorian had become a giant werewolf in a way. He started to wonder if humans have finally found the masks. His suspicions were confirmed when it was revealed Davida Steelmine and Stanley Ipkiss had been using the mask of Hel and Jormugandr. But also even learning the Mask Of Loki before all this, was found in Africa before. Yet it was stolen and never found again. With smaller stories of an similar Big Head like figure causing mischief. But he suddenly disappeared.

Having kept in the shadows, trying to figure out who was really Big Head. And why wasn’t the wearer gone insane. He eventually found out, but didn’t act on anything. But what he had learn is that Stanley Ipkiss to him, should’ve been the one that found the mask and not Owen. Believing the young man had tainted the mask, and possibly changed Loki.

After 6 months, trying to create what he felt was a better mask. Using whatever magic he had left. With the inclusion of voodoo involved. The Death Mask, a duplicate of Loki’s mask and soul.

I think I’ve said enough...hope you folks like this. Mainly you Kaijuguy lol.

#The Mask Rebirth

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ronalddear · 4 years ago

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Bathroom.

hi again! This is another drabble/missing moment set during dh after the wedding. Again this is only my second time writing any fic so it's very amateur.

This was requested by @nuttybeardetective , and was inspired by this post of mine. Ron is vaguely prudish in this but seeing as this is only my second time writing, I don't think I'm ready to write full-on smut yet. hope you enjoy <3

WARNING: none except for language, because it's Ron ;)

WORDS: 1515

The dim cold ambience of Grimmauld Place did nothing to soothe the uneasiness of the wedding attack and Ron was utterly fed up. One week after their untimely arrival at the grim house enticed them to try and settle into their temporary 'home'. At least physically anyway, Harry was now occupying Sirius' room in reserved isolation and after another night of sleeping adjacent in the drawing-room, he and Hermione had wordlessly agreed upon sleeping in their respective rooms that they'd occupied during the summer before 5th year, with some unannounced hesitation on his part.

The minuscule amount of clothes he carried was unpacked, his worn toothbrush now stood in the cup designated on the 2nd story bathroom, opposite his bedroom. The kitchen table was now draped in Hermione's lists and notes of all sorts, a map of the Ministry adorning the centre. Yet Ron felt as if mentally he was still at the Burrow, packing the extra healing supplies from the bathroom cupboard or stood in the stuffy kitchen, duplicating his mother's kitchenware to stuff into his rucksack.

The immediate thought of the burrow made his stomach drop and his head spin. The forced confinement made him feel ill. It felt as if he was in deep quarantine and had no knowledge of the world outside. This scared him so intensely that his paranoia was at an all-time high after a week without family communication. Surely the whole Horcrux-hunting fiasco would last longer than a week? A couple months maybe? Could he go that long without his serene home, the sunny hillside near the refreshing pond, and his family, who were at risk of being imprisoned or killed because of their non-prejudiced beliefs?

His stomach dropped again and his shoulders sagged under the scorching heat of the water flowing across his frame. He discovered that hot water was helpful for him to relax, only temporarily of course but it was much better than the frigid water in the small shower the burrow housed or the short-lived heating charm that made him feel as if he was showering in lukewarm tea rather than a proper hot shower.

His only downside was that his creamy skin was almost brick red, yet somehow his freckles showed through like a common childhood disease that Hermione had mentioned getting in her early years. He could not remember the name. His hair laid flat on his head, a darker red when wet but now longer than a quiff, he ran his gangly fingers through it, sweeping it back but failing to contain a few stray pieces, which dangled near the curve of his cheek and tickled his ears.

Goosebumps spread across flesh the instant his heels touched the cool tile. The sudden temperature change brought about a shock and he scrambled for his towel to aid his chill. After hastily wrapping it around his waist, he clumsily aimed for his vest to wear until he got to the room so at least he wouldn't freeze to death. Vest in hand, the metal toothbrush cup clanged off the side of the counter, making a ruckus in its wake.

Vest now over his head and arms, bunched just under his chest. the cup was replaced to its original spot and a good few swears had escaped his breath. He bent across the counter to clear the mirror of the steam that emanated from the shower when he felt the slightest brush against his bareback.

"Shit!"

"Sorry!'

His hand frantically searched for his wand to provide defence but unless towels came with pockets then he was out of luck. Hermione's alarmed voice stabbed through the bathroom and the echo lingered for a bit, just enough until he processed that she was in front of him. Her eyebrows were raised and her mahogany eyes were wide after she jumped away from him suddenly.

"Um..Hi.” she started with a great inhale.

Ron's heart rate hadn't returned to normal and his mouth was agape at the sight of her so suddenly appearing in the bathroom. Where he was. Alone. Until she came in of course. So now it was just him and her. Alone. He suddenly became very aware that he had just come out of the shower and was revealing a particular amount of torso, which was probably solid red now with a litter of freckles that he didn't fancy too much himself.

"Uh hey?" he started, completely at a loss of how to conduct the situation, while he sheepishly smoothed down the vest along his stomach. She couldn't have come in here to discuss Horcruxes right? Actually, he wouldn't put it past her to do just that, to be honest.

"I uh.. well I came to shower and I realised that you were still in here, still are in here so.. but yeah your vest was rolled up a bit sorry, just wanted to.. uh fix it, yeah, sorry." she stumbled over her words a lot, something he'd never heard from Hermione but she seemed to speak extremely fast yet agonisingly slow and deliberate at the same time.

She was breathing in deeply again and his eyes fell to the stray tight curls that graced the nape of her neck which her haphazard-looking ponytail exposed. The bathroom was quite dim and the yellow glow from the dingy lights fell just barely on her dark skin. Skin. His eyes travelled a little further to see she was wearing a vest herself, no a camisole, he didn't know what it was but his gaze was hooked on the space between her shoulder and collarbone. He had the urge to touch it with his lips.

He quickly averted his eyes as to not embarrass himself but they glanced over her bare legs in moderately short cotton shorts and he sucked his breath in so hard he was now bent at a slight curve, stomach clenched and breath hitched. He was quickly overwhelmed at the intimacy the situation opposed. Hell, he couldn't believe he was describing an interaction with Hermione as intimate. His ears were on fire surely, he'd need an Aquamenti to put them out if he survived.

"Oh", his voice heightened toward the end and he internally cringed so hard he thought he was going to combust.

"Yeah", she whispered, her eyes were on his arms, his brain scars were fully displayed and swirled across his recently filled out arms.

"I thought you were using the bathroom near your room?" he spoke softly and slowly, drinking in the sight of her lips, which she was toying with impatiently, now flushed.

There was an urge to cover his arms but he resisted and tried to focus on a chipped tile near the door. He failed as soon as she spoke once more, her voice clearer this time and with, almost, determination?

"I think I like this one more." she spoke, referring to the bathroom seemingly but her eyes were nowhere but him.

She intentionally made eye contact and his heart dropped to his lower stomach, his chest unnaturally warm. Wasn't this room cold as shit before? He was smart enough to know that bathroom was the last bloody thing she was talking about but words failed and he was more than happy to let her steer the conversation.

"Can I ask why?', he managed, his mouth was dry and he was sure he's never wanted anything more than for her to touch him, anywhere, she could slap him if she wanted and he would relish her skin on his.

Their breaths were erratic now, you'd swear they'd run a marathon twice over. Her chest was rising and falling agonisingly slow. He was still bent a bit so he was leaning towards her and she seemed to have gotten closer since she jumped back earlier. When did that happen?

"It's a bit more spacious I think, prettier interior as well", she whispered, swallowing halfway in between and added in the last bit staring so far into his eyes that he swore she was probably seeing through his head.

Pretty. Did she just say pretty? He was pretty sure she said pretty. No one had called him that before and if she had just called him fucking pretty he was going to die on the spot. Her words kept repeating in his head, soft and intentional. His entire body was frozen and he knew that the ground wasn't cold enough to make his legs tremble the way they were now. She gazed up at him and he swore he saw a glint of satisfaction after his reaction.

"Right, well, I'll let you have it then..Enjoy.", he applauded himself in restaining his voice from wavering at the end.

She gave a small thanks and he started to walk towards the door, her to the shower. Her bare shoulder touched his elbow at the exact moment her eucalyptus shampoo wafted towards his nose and he swore he almost whimpered. Their eye contact was only broken by the door closing and Ron almost collapsing on the other side.

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cupcakes4747 · 4 years ago

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Duplicity | I

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: slight profanity, cheating

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, father! au, husband! au

m a s t e r l i s t

You were filled with pride as you and your husband Taehyung applauded for your kids after their school choir concert was over. Your five year old daughter Soomi and her twin brother Jaemin had been working so hard practicing every day for their choir concert and tonight they did awesome and you felt very proud as a mom and so did Taehyung. Your beautiful kids ran up to you and you both had carried them and engulfed them in a big hug.

“We’re so proud of you! Both of you were amazing!” you congratulated.

“Yeah, you both are even better at singing than me,” Taehyung added and the kids giggled.

“Can we go out for pizza?” your Soomi asked, looking up at you with her big puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, can we?” Jaemin added. You looked at Taehyung and he was also smiling widely, waiting for you to approve so he could get to eat pizza. Sometimes it felt like he was one of your kids instead of your husband.

“Okay fine, you kids earned it,” you gave in.

“YAY!!!” the three of them shouted in unison. You laughed at their cuteness. Before stepping into the car, Taehyung held open the door for you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, babe,” he said while still smiling widely.

The rest of the time was spent with the four of you having fun together as a family. You loved your husband so much and your kids just as much if not more. You loved your family and couldn’t have asked for a better one. You were completely satisfied with your life.

Later that night you were brushing your teeth after tucking your kids into bed and felt your husband hug you from behind.

“Tae, what are you doing? Let me brush.”

“But you’re so warm,” he said, his eyes still closed. You smiled and rested your head on his before continuing to brush. When you finished, Taehyung lifted you and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Ahh, Taehyung! I swear if you drop me, I’ll drop you off a cliff.” Taehyung laughed.

“Don’t worry. You have a muscular husband,” he said cockily.

“Muscular my ass,” you muttered under your breath. But he still heard you and threw you on the bed.

“What did you say?” He started tickling the life out of you while you kept screaming at him to stop. “Shh, you’ll wake the kids up.” You gave him a deadpan look.

“Fuck you.” Taehyung giggled and brought you into a cuddling position.

“I’m so tired, princess.”

“Yeah, me too. Being your wife is tiring,” you joked.

“Do you want me to start tickling you again?”

“No sorry sir.” You both burst into laughter. “Okay but seriously let’s sleep.” You turned around gave Taehyung a kiss. As you were drifting off to sleep you heard Taehyung whisper something into your ear.

“I love you so much, Princess.”

“Yeah and then I drew a picture of a dinosaur and painted it purple but Jaemin said that dinosaurs weren’t purple so then…” your daughter rambled as you were walking both your kids home from school the next day. You had reached your apartment and the second you opened the door, your kids ran in, threw their backpacks to the ground, and ran to the kitchen to look for a snack. They’re just like me. You saw Taehyung’s keys on the counter. Taehyung’s here? That’s strange. He told me he had work today. You walked to your room to go change into some comfy clothes, but before you could open the door, you heard some noises coming from your bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear grunts and moans and a woman’s voice moaning Taehyung’s name. No, no, no this isn’t happening. You cracked open the door a couple inches you you could get a glimpse of what was going on and you saw Taehyung, your husband, fucking someone from work. Your heart felt like it stopped beating. You quietly closed the door and put on a happy face and went to the kitchen.

“Kids, I’m going to drop you off at Jisoo’s house, okay?” you told them.

“Yay, I haven’t seen her in so long,” Jaemin declared, making you relieved that they weren’t asking any questions. Your friend Jisoo was very good with kids and Soomi and Jaemin were very fond of her. You quickly gave your best friend, Jisoo a call asking them if you could drop the kids over for some time. After she agreed and asked why, you told her you would explain everything later.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Jisoo greeted cheerfully after letting the three of you in her apartment.

“There was quite a bit of traffic. Jisoo, do you mind putting on a movie for the kids so we can talk in private?”

“Sure,” Jisoo said nervously. She was put off by your serious face and tone and was worried something terrible had happened.

After the kids had been set up with a movie and some snacks in the living room, you and Jisoo sat down in the bedroom and closed the door behind you.

“I’m a little worried, what’s going —”

“Taehyung is having an affair,” you blurted out. Jisoo gasped and covered her mouth, unsure of what to say next. Just then you burst out into tears, trying to keep it as quiet as possible so the kids wouldn’t hear. Jisoo wrapped her arms around you and rested her head on your shoulder until you stopped crying. “I just don’t know what to do. Should I confront him? Should I ignore it? Should I divorce him? And what about the kids? What if this gets leaked to the media?” Jisoo nodded let out a big understanding sigh.

“This is an incredibly tricky situation. You really have to weigh your options carefully.”

“I can’t believe he would do this. I mean, we had the perfect relationship. I know he’s always been in love with me. How can someone so expertly fake the strong emotions he did?”

“I think you need to take some time to relax and cool down,” Jisoo said softly while petting your hair, “After that, you’ll be able to make a rational decision. Don’t worry about Soomi and Jaemin. I’ll take care of them until you’re ready.” You were so grateful for Jisoo. Friends like this are hard to come by. You replied with a measly thank you before passing out into a deep sleep. All that crying must have tired you out.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You grabbed your phone and checked the caller ID. Taehyung. You gulped. Should I answer it? You decided against your better judgement and took the call.

“Hey, babe, where are you? Didn’t you go to pick up the kids?” You saw the time on your phone. It had been a little over two hours since the kids’ school ended and only now he noticed that you three hadn’t arrived yet. Duh. He has clearly been busy with something else.

“I did,” you tried to respond, sounding as stable as you could. Taehyung was put off by the bluntness of your voice.

“O-ok...Where are you guys now?”

“I’ll see you in fifteen minutes.” You hung up the phone and went to look for Jisoo, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner with the children, who were helping her. “Hey, Jisoo, I’m going to meet Taehyung real quick. I’ll be back in time for dinner.” You could see the questioning look on her face, like she wanted to know what was going on, but didn’t want to raise any alarm in front of the kids, so you gave her a knowing nod, signaling that you would explain everything later.

As you drove home, you were heartbroken. How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me. Am I not enough for him? But as your mind kept racing, the sadness started to convert to anger. That backstabbing asshole. Who the fuck does he think he is? I need to hurt him the same way he hurt me.

You were standing right outside your apartment, key in your hand hovering right in front of the lock. It seems that the boldness your anger provided you just faded from your body. All of a sudden, for some reason, you just wanted to run back into his arms, feeling warm and protected, and just forgive him. After all he is your husband and the father of your children. Maybe did it because he was just stressed at work. Maybe you both just weren’t as sexually compatible as you thought and that you shouldn’t take it personally. It would just be easier to let bygones be bygones and go back to being a happy family again. It’s interesting how no matter how wrong someone is, if we love them, we will always make excuses for them they don’t deserve. No. He doesn’t deserve a second chance. And I deserve a man who can at the very least stay faithful to me. You gathered every bit of strength you had and went into the house.

“Babe!” Taehyung greeted you excitedly as he got off the couch. You were irked, not knowing whether his excitement was genuine or fabricated. Was it ever genuine? He leaned in to hug you, but you warded him off. Taehyung looked at you inquisitively.

“Where are the kids?”

“Don’t worry. The kids are fine. I came to talk to you.” He was taken aback by your sharp tone of voice.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” The thing that that drove you the most crazy was the fact that his concern sounded genuine. It was messing with your head. Does he actually care about me, or is he just a really good faker? You hoped it was the former, but you didn’t want to give him a second chance without earning it.

“What do you think is going on, Taehyung?” He looked at you blankly.

“Babe, what are you talking about?” You looked him straight in the eyes.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” you whispered. A flash of panic spread across Taehyung’s face, before he quickly changed his expression to one of compassion.

“Baby,” he coaxed, “Is everything okay?” You were sure he was lying. His false concern was starting to creep on your nerves, but you brushed them off, wanting to maintain composure. He reached for your arm, but you pulled it away. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” he said sternly. You gave him a deadpan look.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said through gritted teeth. His face softened.

“Is it because of...” his voice trailed off, hoping you would understand what he was saying so he wouldn’t have to finish his sentence. You remained silent. You weren’t going to help him out. “Do you know?”

“Do I know about what, Taehyung?” you retorted.

“Who told you?” he whispered.

“Who told me about what, Taehyung. Just tell me what you mean.” You know exactly what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it. Him admitting to it was the only way you could even consider forgiving him.

“Nothing. Nothing important. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were sure he knew what you were referring to, but he chose to keep it secret, betting his odds that you both were talking about different things.

“What were you doing at 4pm today?”

“I don’t know, probably working.”

“Really.”

“Yes, babe. I don’t know what you’re getting at.” You sensed a tone of annoyance in his voice.

“Because I stopped by with the kids around that time and witnessed something entirely different.” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean?” he whispered. You gave him a knowing look and Taehyung at once knew the charade was over. “Babe,” he said in a low voice, “Let’s sit down and talk.”

“No, I’m actually about to head out. I really don’t want to be around you right now.”

“When did you see it? I didn’t hear you come home.”

“Doesn’t matter, Taehyung. You cheated on me. How long has this been going on?” The blood drained from Taehyung’s face now that the elephant in the room had finally been addressed.

“I promise, this hasn’t been going on long. It was a mistake and I’m so, so sorry.” You rolled your eyes in order to mask the fact that you actually wanted to cry. “Really, it was a moment of weakness and I regret it so much. It will never happen again.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place,” you retorted.

“Honey, whatever happens in our marriage, we can work it out.”

“We don’t have to work it out. Our lawyers can do that for us.” Taehyung stared at you, not understanding the implication. “I’m leaving you, Taehyung.” Through gritted teeth, you forced out the last few words before you stormed out of the apartment, “And I will see to it that you will never see your children ever again.” Before you could see his reaction, you slammed the door and ran to your car so he couldn’t catch up with you.

#bts angst #taehyung angst #v angst #bts fanfic #bts

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