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cloudywriting05 · 1 year ago

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one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.”

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal.

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed.

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him.

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?”

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself.

“So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge.

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him.

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.”

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking.

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.”

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?”

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.”

“Perfect.”

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after.

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled.

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.”

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.”

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do.

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.”

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you.

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support.

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?”

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin.

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation.

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above.

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair.

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.”

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain.

“You wanna feel me?”

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy.

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit.

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

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pt2 published…. read here.

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kleinv01 · 2 months ago

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Yknow what i noticed?

(QUICK THEORY WHILE IM WAITING FOR MY SHEETMASK DO TO ITS THING. SPOILERS AHEAD)

In this blog, only Al's info is hidden (with error mesaages or straight up blurred/pixelated text).

Who made Klein? SentientTechLabs.

What's this ask box's name THAT IS HIDING AL'S INFO? SentientTechLabs.

So. If the company is hiding his info specifically, wouldnt that mean he has some sort of control over it? Idk, maybe hacking through it OR working for it?

We know Al is a very tired, hardworking and busy boy (and we love him for it <3). But sometimes it makes me think: we work in the same company, and so are our friends. So far, they all seem kinda... chill? While Al is over there sleeping on his desk (probably from exhaustion?).

Dolores gives Al extra tasks. Sure. But he did NOT say "How ARE the TASKS going?". So it's a singular task at a time. Which should be nothing if we think about how intelligent Al is.

What im trying to imply here is; i feel like he has a 2nd job!

Remember the poll where the question was about how Al gets the money to treat us the snacks (of which the most popular answer was "totally not sus activities" :))

Could these sussy wussy activities be about his relation to Klein's company, which probably lets him do some extra stuff to our Klein?

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The shadow behind our curtains. I %100 believe that, they are all Klein.

Why? Well... :3

When Yael comes in our house to make us eat the cupcakes he made, there is the shadow waiting behind the curtains. Yael eventually leaves AND THE MINUTE HE DOES, the shadow leaves too. Then, Klein gets mad at us and tells us that we should have just choked on "those" cupcakes. He also talks about Yael himself, as if he was able to see Yael in person in that moment. I feel like that's just one of the clues though.

Klein shouldnt be able to walk around in our world unless he has a physical model, according to the info given. But even if the player never reaches the "100% affinity" with him, Sera still gets killed by him. He cant smash someone's head to a glass cabinet (?) if he's stuck in our phone though. So maybe, he either escaped the factory, or... Al helped him get out?

Hear me out on this.

Al is insecure as hell. He doesn't see himself as "worthy" or "good enough" for us. There were multiple asks AND a few messages we received in the game about how hateful he is toward himself.

Klein is the pure opposite of what he is though. Strong, tall body, programmed to be the perfect partner, adaptable, uncapable of getting tired and many more positive qualities. Things that Al could see as something "good enough" to be with us, at least to protect us.

So, my theory is that; Al somehow modified Klein for our safety. He somehow reflected (coded?) his obsessive feelings to Klein, which made him the way he is right now.

This would also allow him to have access to whatever Klein has access to, which was our passwords and address at some point. (Not that i dont think al didnt already have that info but :3)

Again, this is just a theory (and a ramble session :p) so idk if anything is precise or even close to the truth. I guess we will see in the future.

(my mask feels like a desert now ;-;)

://SYSTEM_MESSAGE_ANSWERED !

Sharing this so everybody can read it and share their own thoughts in reblogs or comments. Thank you for dropping in such a lengthy discussion! I always enjoyed reading through theories and asks.

Just so people know, things like these are probably one of the most popular theories out there, relating to both Al and Klein

You're right that Al is insecure as heck. He can't even bring himself to look at you in the eyes, not without his bangs covering his eyes

As well as, very, extremely low self-esteem

#:// answered.#://about_klein #://about_al

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howlett-dekarios · 5 months ago

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𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

▏Cage-fighter!Logan x Reader

▏Summary: Charles gave you a mission of recruiting a new mutant. Not everything went according to plan...

(Scott is an overprotective older brother)

▏Word count: 6,5k

You were surprised when Charles called you into his office. Sure, you were considered as a part of x-men, but since Scott was known for his overprotective nature of an older brother, you barely have been sent on any missions. Stuck in the mansion as if you were still a freaking student.

“You wanted to see me Professor?”

“Oh yes, come in Y/n.” He smiled reassuringly, searching through some documents on his desk. When you sat down, he stopped his previous work and focused his attention fully on you. “How are you?” Always a polite and lovely older teacher.

“Good if we don’t count how Scott has been a pain in the ass lately.” It was met with his little smirk and shake of head. “But you didn’t call me just to chat, am I right, professor?”

“As perceiving as always, my dear. I wanted to see you because of a rather delicate case.” A light sigh left him, but the smile was still formed on his lips. “You see, at the conference I attended, I met an old friend. But it can’t be seen as a good type of meeting.”

You got a slight idea about what he was possibly talking about. Magneto. All of you in the team knew how tumultuous the relationship was with these two. Old lovers who separated because of different perceptions of the world and humankind. Too divergent for them to make it work.

“I have my reasons to believe he’s planning something special for the upcoming conference on which the mutant case will be discussed.” Special was clearly an understatement for the word bad. Really bad if Charles was willing to start his defense before Magneto would do even the first step. “That’s why I need to ask for your help. I believe that Eric wants to acquire a specific mutant for his own purpose.”

“Why?”

“That’s the main reason why we need to get to him first. I don’t know.”

Not good. Even terrible if anyone would ask for your opinion.

“Why me?” Usually it was Storm who recruited new faces, shit even Scott sometimes, but never you.

“Because of your mutation, my dear. The man I want you to find is rather… reluctant when it comes to people. Not very fond of anyone reaching out to him.”

“You know this guy, professor?”

“I’ve met him once, yes. That’s why I know he wouldn’t like to see my face again. But your mutation will be very useful to get to him.”

Though both of your brothers had mutations connected with energy blasting, yours developed in completely different ways. You were an empath. A very powerful if believing Charles words. Despite not fully understanding its full potential, even now you could read people's emotions. Influence them to your will. Search through the memories that were strong enough to leave a track. Empathize, share and resonate with others' pain, ecstasy or anger. Sometimes you also could see the past through objects that people had core feelings about but you couldn’t control that particular fragment of your ability. Usually it just happens without you having any power over it. Like a passive observer drawn into the vortex of events, forced to experience them in a few seconds, like a stop-motion movie. Professors promised you that at one point you will be able to control it, but so far you haven’t made any progress in it.

“What you want me to do? Find him and?”

“Understand and talk him into coming here. While being alone he’s an easy target for Magneto to come for, but here he will be safe and out of reach.”

“That mutant… he has a name?”

“Logan.” Another sigh left your former teacher, like he was trying to recall an old memory. “The Wolverine.”

You were packing in your room when Scott came in and leaned over the door.

“You have everything?”

It was the first time for him to let you go on a solo mission. He had been trying to convince professor to let him go with you, but Charles stood his ground, persuading on you dealing with it on your own. Your brother didn’t like it in the slightest, but it was an old man who had the final word.

“Yes, Scotty.” You sighed, knowing that he was simply worrying about you.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you there.” By drive you knew he meant the jet flight, so you only shook your head, dismissing his offer.

“I’m a big girl, Scott. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, sunshine.” His tone was less rigid than normally would’ve expected in such circumstances. Scott knew that the only thing he could do now was assure you about your abilities and his faith in you. Show his support and trust. “Just fulfilling my duty as an older brother.” His words made you chuckle. On a daily basis this type of attitude was rather irritating but now when you couldn’t really tell how long you're gonna be gone? It was sweet and you definitely will miss your little banters. “Remember though it’s only a recce. You find this guy, kick his ass if it’ll be necessary and call me so we can pick you up, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m the best at kicking asses.”

“Damn you are, N/n.” You both laughed at that, looking at each other. You could say a lot of stuff about him, but in times like that, you couldn’t imagine having anyone else as a brother. Especially after Alex's death. “Come here, you little monster.” You walked towards him and soon enough ended up in a tight hug. “Love you, you know it, right?”

“Love you too, asshole.” You mouthed back, smirking, your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

After hours of traveling you finally got in an obscure bar in a small village in Canada. The spot where Charles told you the mutant had been last seen. The place was cramped, mostly drunk guys in their forties. To say that you weren’t a perfect fit here was a huge understatement. From the moment you entered and sat near the counter, a lot of those men were giving you curious and dirty glances.

But you had to focus on the task. While ordering a drink you heard a loud explosion of roars and got curious about the source of them. Quickly you grabbed your glass and walked over to the crowd circled around the cage, some unconscious guy had been dragged out of.

“Gentlemen! All my years I haven’t seen anything like that! Will you really allow this man to get away with your money?!”

In the meantime when the announcer cheered the crowd, the guy who was still standing in the cage zeroed a whole glass of whiskey at one. Probably won’t be any advantage in the next fight, you thought.

“I’ll fight him!” Some drunk dude yelled next to you and stormed into the cage.

His posture was bigger than the other fighter which made you bet on him. The naked chest one wasn’t even looking at his opponent when the other had made his first move, punching and manhandling him to the fence. It wasn’t a fair action, but you supposed that nothing in this dirty place could be expected to be one. The situation changed completely in the next two seconds because the former champion kicked him off immediately, receiving another round of roars and applause from drunk men around you.

“The Wolverine, everyone!”

Bingo.

You’ve waited another hour or so and the bar slowly emptied, most of the fans of amateur fights and illegal betting already gone or sleeping drunk in the corners. But the man you’ve been looking for nowhere to be seen even though he left the cage some time ago.

“You lost, doll?” The rough hand came to the back of your neck and you felt that characteristic flow of emotions pass through you. A drunk idiot who just touched you had only one particular thing in mind and you didn’t like it. His head clouded by need of sticking his dick into something, in that case: you. “Need company? It would be such a shame for a beauty like you to get hurt. It’s not safe in the city by night, you know?” A dirty laugh left him, your skin feeling his hideous breath on your neck.

“Not interested.”

“Oh come on, doll, you can’t expect to sit here all alone and not make guys believe that you long for some funny time-“

You wanted to channel his thoughts on a completely different track which would give you time to get away from him, but before you could’ve done so, you felt how that guy was pulled away from you.

“She said she’s not interested, bub. Get the fuck out of here, will ya? Night over, look for some whore to stick your dick into.” Your savior’s voice was threatening, almost wanting that asshole to try something.

But even in his drunken state the guy knew better than that, evacuating from the place as fast as his wobbly legs allows him to.

“Thanks.” You whispered relieved how it all worked out without getting messy. Wolverine only checked your posture with indifference and then sat a few stools away.

Shit, Charles was right about one thing. That guy wasn’t the chatty type.

“Gimme one bear and gonna head out, Ted.”

“Some lucky girl waiting for you or what?” Bartender laughed, opening the bottle and setting it in front of the other man. He hasn’t received any answer though. Instead Wolverine lighten the cigar, looking at the small TV broadcasting news about the government conference. The same one that professor mentioned and the one which Magneto wanted to destroy. “Anything for you, sweetie?”

“I’ll pass.” Logan retreated his eyes to you once again, taking a puff of his cigar. His judging sight drilling into your head, but then returned to the news.

You really wanted to talk or touch him to discover why he’s been like this, but before you got a chance to do so, two men approached him from the back. Judging by their facial expression it screamed trouble.

Another day of the same fucking fate. Him walking in the bar, drinking some alcohol, knocking out some overconfident morons and then taking the money he gained by making this shit show entertaining. Logan wasn’t sure anymore why he even bothered with it. At first he wanted to understand his past: flashbacks of his memory which led him to a village in Canada. But for the last few weeks he got none of it. No information, no single clue which would make his mind clear about what the fuck had happened and who he truly was. The only good thing about him ending as a cage fighter was the owner not caring about him being mutant, even being overjoyed that Logan was being his an inexhaustible source of income from the illegal gambling.

After the last fight of the day he was exhausted from all the screaming and shouting. Intoxicated assholes weren’t his problem or at least not until some dickhead would’ve decided to mess with him or kick in the balls like the last jerk who was quickly pacified not so long ago.

Though the second he saw how some drunk perv tried his luck with the young girl near the counter, he only groaned deeply, heading to help her. A place like this wasn’t the right one for a night out especially if you’re a pretty, young and innocent looking girl who’s there all alone. He shouldn’t care, you’re not his problem, probably even wanting that sort of attention if you willingly chose to spend your night here, but sometimes his morals were taking over him.

After scaring the freak away and you thanking him, he really fought with himself not to talk to you. Who knows, maybe you would propose to pay him some way. Not in money, preferably being a good laid for the night. Fuck, he really hasn’t had sex in a long time now and honestly if a sweet little thing like you would be okay with it… But he didn’t ask. That way he would’ve ended up being just another asshole.

The cigar and beer that Ted opened for him had to be enough prize for being a decent guy.

“You owe me some money.” Logan felt the scent of a man who tapped his back. The same dumbass who was so eager to kick balls in the fight. His more sane friend tried to pull him out of the idea of messing with Wolverine, but with no success. Too fucking bad. “No one man takes punches like that without the mark to show for it. I know what you are.”

“Listen, bub, you lost your money, you keep this up, you gonna lose something else.” Preferably his dick but the arm or teeth would work well enough. For most people Logan was intimidating enough not to try anything after the first and at the same time last warning. But this man obviously had to be another level of idiot.

“Watch out!” You screamed not knowing that he could sense how that dickhead took a pocket knife from his pocket before you’ve even opened the mouth. It could be considered as a cute gesture, the way you cared and wanted to warn him. Really an innocent little thing you are.

In no time Logan pinned the asshole who attacked him to the near wall, his two claws out, the middle slowly coming out, the animal anger clearly seen on his face. It was quite a shock that the guy who faced him didn't shit his pants. Well, maybe not yet.

“Keep your horses, Wolvie.” Ted, said in a calm voice. Shit, Logan really craved to just cut that fool head off but he had a deal with the owner. No killing if he wanted to stay there and get his money. That’s why he slowly retracted his claws, nodding with murderous face at guy to get the fuck out of here before he would’ve changed his mind. His blood was still boiling in pure fury but instead of ripping this place apart, Logan took out another cigar and put it in his mouth, adjusting his jacket. “See you tomorrow?” Bartender asked, but knew the answer anyway.

“Whatever.” Logan murmured under his breath and stormed out of the bar without giving you any second thought.

You knew you shouldn’t have come here again. Scott texted you last night concerned why you haven’t reached out yet. Your only answer being that things got a bit complicated but you can handle this. Apparently only quick intervention of Storm and Jean made him sit his ass down and not storm here right away.

So here you were, sitting by the same counter and drinking some coke mixed with vodka, waiting for your mission to finally come in.

“You really are looking for troubles, princess, aren’t ya?” He gave you a look full of judgment and hesitation. But something else was hidden behind it. The way he smirked, tone of his voice… almost teasingly pleasing to hear.

“Maybe I am.” You smiled back, forcing yourself to hold his gaze.

“Yesterday you got lucky, sweetheart. Tonight you may not have enough of it.” No knight on a white horse would save you. Not Logan.

“I’ll take the risk.”

It only made him smirk once again, not believing how naive you were to think you can survive in such a place.

Seeing him getting ready, warming up in that cage shirtless… it made you feel things you didn’t think were possible in real life. In the mansion you haven’t had much choice in developing your social life. Most of the guys were students, younger than you and being afraid of Scott enough not to even approach you without a good reason: training or other school stuff. Of course your brother couldn’t fully control what you’ve been doing behind the closed doors. Fuck that was probably the reason why Storm gave you a vibrator for your last birthday to help yourself with your needs on your own. But here? With Logan’s naked sweaty chest and dogtags hanging on his neck. You squeezed your legs to get some friction because otherwise you were sure about going crazy. His hair made into little kitty ears weren’t helping your sanity either…

The night had been going on very identical to the previous one. Him making a pulp out of his opponents who were stupid enough to walk into the cage. His movements were almost hypnotizing. The internal animal while fighting just to be gone a second he had a break for a sip of whiskey. Your attention was less and less focused on your main task, but you had still in mind how he had vanished yesterday.

It was a freaking stupid idea. Probably one of the most foolish and ridiculous you ever had. So just in case you’ve sent the localization of your phone to Scott, texting him to start the engine.

“Is there any person who is brave enough to stand this beast? Face him and return the money to you? Or you gonna-“

“I will do it.” Your voice echoed through the room, firstly met with silence just to make the crowd laugh.

“You sure? This is no place for little ladies like you, pretty.” Announcer laughed, trying to disarm all the tension.

“I’ll take the risk.” You repeated the same words you previously used in little chat with Logan, already walking into the ring.

Shit, you were rather confident about your fighting skills, your training partner being Colosssus of all the people in the mansion who was a good two feet bigger than you… but you’ve never faced anyone with a healing factor. It definitely was a horrible idea.

“You go easy on her, we clear?” The man with a mic whispered to Logan’s ear but you heard it anyway. “Don’t need some dumb chick’s blood on this floor and these drunk fucks to get involved.” Logan only nodded, zeroing his drink and turning around to face him.

Your outfit definitely wasn’t helping your case in being more intimidating. Some washed out jeans and black top showing your thin arms. As if this man would’ve been even intimidated by you in the first place after rescuing you yesterday.

“Listen princess, maybe it’s not about others, huh? Maybe it’s about lack of survival instincts. Or you’re just dumb. Nothing personal.” He hasn’t attacked yet, rather waiting for you to make a first move. “I’m not into playing with girls. Not like that.” Such a gentleman. “You still have time to-“

But you didn’t let him finish. Roundhouse kicked him back strong enough to make him move two steps backward. Your foot stung like hitting a fucking wall, but Logan just smiled. The grimace dark with a hint of surprise and determination. Like your move just made it all more interesting for him. His head still lowered, he run his tongue over his teeth and chuckled. You’ve tried to charge again, stroking blows and using your advantage of being more flexible and agile. Unfortunately with no success because he dodge them all. Just like he could have sensed your movement before the punch even hit. Quickly enough he had you in a headlock, standing behind you.

“You lost, princess.” He whispered, grinning proudly.

Before you were able to answer you felt that familiar wave of power flowing through you. His dogtags were pressed against the back of your neck which activated the part of mutation you couldn’t control.

Images from his life passed in front of your eyes. Him talking with some military officer, how he got his claws and all adamantium in his body. The following events: the farm and older marriage that helped him and got killed, discovering the truth about the whole intrigue he got involved into, the fight side by side with his brother and how he lost his memory. But more importantly, all his pain and anger. It all lasted only a couple of seconds but the intensity of it made you squirm, tears falling down your cheeks. Now you understood the reason why your foot hurt after kicking him. This guy had freaking metal instead of bones inside his body.

The connection broke with him letting you go, stepping back like he just got burned.

“I-I’m sorry…” You’ve coughed out, looking at him with glassy eyes. Pure fear on your face while apologizing for something you couldn’t even understand. But the only thing you’ve been met with was anger. The realization hit you instantly. You haven’t only relieved the memories from dogtags, but at the same time also linked with Logan himself. The emotions of a man whose mind had been invaded without any consent. You fucked up, because the man who stood in front of you wasn’t just a fighter anymore. It was so much more.

The dark expression of a monster who’s been set free off the leash gave you enough reason to genuinely believe you not gonna get out of it alive.

Logan’s head was on fire. Burning and stinging like he just got put a red metal inside of it. He felt like a part of his brain was cut out and squeezed into a really tight spot. For a few seconds his mind wasn’t his own.

He didn’t give a fuck if you were a woman anymore.

“Who the fuck are you?” His voice was a mere whisper. Warning of what to come clear. The next moment he pinned you down to the floor, knee securing that you won’t be able to move and his big hand on your neck suffocating you. If it was up to him, he would’ve ripped the truth out of you right there and then. But unfortunately he couldn’t. You two still had an audience. “That’s what gonna happen now, you hear me?” The small nod of your head was enough for him to continue. “You gonna pat out, leave the bar and wait for me outside. And you better pray for me to find you there, we clear?” He whispered through his teeth and you couldn’t have done anything else than to obey his orders. “Good bitch.”

All things that happened after this were just a blur for him. How the guy cheered the crowd, you running out, him grabbing his bag and storming out of the place accompanied by the yells for him to come back. It didn’t matter, he didn’t give a single fuck. He will never come back here anyway. Not after what you’ve done.

“At least you’re obedient or scared enough to listen orders. Get in the fucking car.” You were dragged to the truck. Logan opened the door for you to get in but you doubted it was an act of politeness. Probably he would’ve thrown you in if you would’ve fought him. After making sure you won’t try anything, he walked over and started the car.

“Where are we going?” You’ve asked after some time in a way of complete silence.

“Not your fucking problem.” It was his. He couldn’t stay there, not after what happened in the cage. Logan should’ve left a long time ago but your little show was the last push he needed. Now his only purpose being to get the hell out of this area as far as possible and press you enough to start talking. “What the hell was that, hm?”

“What was what? I don’t know-“

“Stop with the bullshit now, princess, or I’m gonna make you.” Logan reached for the glove box to get his cigar but the movement was so sudden that you squirmed away. He gave you a glance and saw the fear in your pale face. Traces of tears still visible on the red cheeks from the cold as you’d waited for him. Fuck, maybe he was too harsh with you. You were still young and innocent, clearly not used to the angry and dark light of man who was yelling at you. “Listen, bub, you damn well know what I’m talking about. You’ve been inside of my head. How?” His tone more gentle but still demanding.

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know or you don’t care?” He lightened the cigar. “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/n.” You answered, less scared now he’d changed the tone. “I’m like you.”

“Trust me, princess, you are nothing like me.”

“You’re a mutant.” He gave you a quick side look but stayed silent. “The claws you’ve scared that guy with… the way you’ve won all your fights. When they come out… does it hurt?”

“Every time.”

“I’m a mutant too.”

“And you can what? Fuck with people brains without asking?” Logan was still pissed but tried to somehow stay civil not to scare you again. Seeing how you shivered something in him broke a bit. Damn he ordered you to wait for him in the freezing cold temperature with no coat… He put the heating on. “Put your hands on the heater.” He tried to move them for you, but you once again retreated. “I’m not gonna hurt you, princess.”

Not anymore. Not when he calmed down a bit. After a while when you felt warmth spread through, you decided to get back to your conversation.

“I’m an empath. Can feel people's emotions by touching them. Sometimes influence them if I’m willing to.” Or at least that what you’ve already known you could do and more importantly, how.

“So what, you can say when someone’s happy?”

“More or less. Can say and feel it. Mirror the exact amount of it. Happiness, anger… pain.” It got you curious what he had said about the claws… living in constant pain…

Logan didn’t say anything back so you’ve stayed in silence again.

“The Wolverine… you’ve chosen it.” You looked at his dogtags but he quickly hid them under his shirt. Then he realized how it wasn’t even a question.

“How do you know?” Logan edged again. He couldn’t recall the exact situation himself, only shreds of it in his nightmares, so how the fuck would you know.

“I-I…”

“You what, princes?” The grip on a wheel tightened.

“I’ve seen it… the moment you’ve asked to make them.”

“What?” The car stopped immediately, he facing you as if he had misheard you.

“Sometimes I can see the fragments of people’s past connected with objects… When we were close, I-“

“Have you seen anything else? Before it all happened?”

“No…”

“Are you fucking sure?” Months of searching, praying for any sort of clue just to find nothing. And now he discovered that the one person who could bring it all together was sitting in his car. He couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let you go.

“I swear, Logan!” You cried, tired of his questioning.

“How do you know my name?”

“I know a person who knows you. Who can help you.” Well Charles told you that this guy wasn’t very fond of him, but since Logan lost his memory then it was no harm to try.

“How?” He was getting frustrated by how this was the only word he has been repeating since the beginning of it all.

“He’s the principal of the school I’ve attended.”

“A school?”

“Place for people like us. Mutants. He’s a telepath and one of the smartest people I know. If anyone will be able to help you, it’s gonna be him. But you need to get with me there to let him try.”

Logan was considering his options. It could easily be a trap. Not the first one he had stepped in. But your heartbeat and how genuine you’ve sounded… he doubted you were trying to fool him.

“I’ve seen you checking me out today.” The sudden change of topic got you off guard. But he had to revert his mind to something else. Destress. And the fact he was sitting in one car with an innocent little thing like you who had been wet just because of his naked torso hours ago? He won’t give up his luck. “Never seen a man’s chest before, sweetheart?” His eyes were dark again, this time not because of rage but desire. “You had been clenching your goddamn legs like you could’ve come just by the sight of it.”

He was able to smell you. The scent of your arousal hidden under these jeans of yours. He could bet that your panties had a wet patch on them. His hand moved to your thigh, thumb caressing small circles inside of it.

“It’s okay, princess, I don’t blame you. A sweet innocent thing like you craves to be taken care of, is it right?”

“L-Logan-“ Your quiet moan only proved him right.

“Shh, it’s alright, darlin’ let me do it. Let me take care of you.”

His skilled fingers opened your zipper and helped you get out of your pants, just to trail the pad of them on the wet spot.

“Fuck, princess you’re soaking. Can I take them off?” Logan asked but your nod made him chuckle. “Words, Y/n.”

“Y-yes.”

He quickly got to work, showing your panties down and throwing them somewhere in the back of the car. When he brought his fingers back on your cunt, teasing your clit, you tried to close your legs but his big hands stopped you.

“None of that, doll. Keep them nice and open for me like a good girl.” He rubbed tight slow circles around it which made you squirm and close your eyes. “That’s it, relax for me, baby.” Next second his fingers found their way into his mouth and helped smiled teasingly. “So sweet. Best I’ve ever tasted.” And without any warning he put one of it in your cunt, making you scream. “So fucking tight. Can’t even take one. You’re a virgin, princess?”

You tried to move your head, too shy to even look at him, but his other hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Eyes on me and answer, Y/n.”

“Y-yes.”

“An innocent little girl you are. Saving yourself for me.” Another finger joined the first one, moving deep in and out of you, stretching your walls so you would be able to take him. Him being knuckle deep made you drool, eyes rolled to the back of your head, trembling because of too much pleasure. But then started an attack on your clit with his thumb and you were completely gone.

“Logan!” You screamed, overstimulated already. “Too much!”

A smug smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, eyes half-hooded. "Two fingers is too much?" he says, almost sounding surprised. "Come on, doll, be a big girl. You could fight me but can’t take two fucking fingers?” He mocked you.

You're gasping for air, chest heaving. His thick fingers pump in and out of you, pussy frothing all over them.

"T-They're so big," you whine.

Hearing your raspy, lewd voice causes his cock to throb. He chuckles, kissing your neck, inhaling your scent. Shit, Logan was so sure that the second he will bury his dick in you, he will never get over you. Never let you go.

"You know what I think? I think you can handle one more. Just to get you starched and nicely prepared for my dick, darlin’.”

The thought of not one, not two, but three of his huge fingers has your pussy clench uncontrollably. That weird feeling in your stomach forming, the one that you so well know from all the lonely nights when you had your own hand deep in your panties. The second he forced the third one made you cum harder than ever before. You shudder, biting down on your lip as you feel the wetness all around your legs and Logan’s hand. Fuck, something was definitely wrong, you only hoped that he didn't catch that. Yet the warm liquid is coating his wrist and upper arm, all the way to his elbow.

“Fuck, did you know you can make a little mess like this, love?” He says, gesturing with his head towards his arm. He pulls his fingers out and you groan audibly at the loss, your hold clenched around nothing. “Your virgin pussy already missing me like a cheap slut, Y/n.” Seeing your face all red and how shy you became, Logan opened his pants and loved them with his boxers, showing you his already fully hard length. He quickly brought you to sit on his laps, swinging your ass back and forth just to torture your puffy clit even more. “But it’s okay, princess. That’s what we want. I need you nice and wet, okay?”

“Logan…” You choked out because of his actions and he kissed your lips just to shut you up. No matter how much he loved your little cute whines, he needed you as aroused as possible to make you take his big size.

“Shit, I hope I'm the first one who kissed you too. Too sweet and innocent to share.” His lips left the trail of kisses down your neck, sucking and biting. Wanting to mark you any way possible.

“Shit, Logan, please…” You moaned, your mind fully clouded with need by this point.

He took off your shirt, unhooking your bra and fuck him if it wasn’t the best sight he could’ve imagined. Big breasts that were perfect for his huge hands to play with as he wished. The vision of you bouncing on his dick with them in front of his face gonna be the image of what he will jerk off every time from now on.

“You’re gorgeous, love. Can’t get enough of you.” His skilled tongue sucked and licked your nipple while one of his hands paid attention to the other one, which made you arch your back.

You weren't sure anymore if you wanted him to stop or get closer.

“You ready, princess?”

Logan asked and it got you back to your right mind. You were naked in the car of a guy who you were supposed to take to the mansion as your mission. A man you’ve known for not even two freaking days and Scott could be here in any second.

“Logan, wait!” He looked at you confused. Worried that he had done something wrong. “My brother gonna be furious-“

It only made him laugh. You are a damn innocent one truly.

“I don’t fucking care.”

And with that he lowered you slowly on his cock, your scream echoed all over the truck. You have no control of how vocal you became, pain mixing with the pleasure. The thought of how much effort he put into preparing you for it… you considered yourself lucky for him being so thoughtful.

“It’s okay, princess, I got you. You are doing a good job. Such a good pussy for me. I got you, Y/n.”

Logan gave you some time to adjust to his size, knowing that for most of his partners it was a lot to take, let alone for you.

“Y-you can move.” You whimpered, putting your head on his shoulder.

“You sure, darlin’?” Your nod was the last sign of consent he needed to move you up and down his length. He was doing all the work, gripping your ass but still he left some sort of control for you to take over in case of feeling any sort of discomfort. But fast enough your body forgot about the pain of sudden intrusion, instead sinking in the spiral of pure pleasure and ecstasy. You being a moaning mess, squeezing him as a vice. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Never letting off this cunt ever again. Shit!” He groaned when you clenched uncontrollably.

When you got more confident and started moving at your own pace, his hands move to your breast again, playing with them and paying attention as being hypnotized by them. His face deepened between them, earning you another low groan murmur.

You two were so focused on your pleasure that you didn't realize when the weather outside of the car changed. Instead of a clear sky, there was a little snow storm. Just the loud sound of falling tree on the mask got you out of your trans.

“Fuck!” You screamed, frightened of what happened.

And the moment you turned back to see what was wrong, your heart sank. Not so far from the car two people were standing and looking at the whole scene. As one of them started walking closer to your door, you quickly got off Logan’s member, looking for your underwear but it was nowhere to be found. You opted for putting on your jeans and when you’ve desperately searched for your top, the leather jacket was handed over.

“Cover yourself, princess.” Logan’s tone has been definitely too calm considering how cooked you were.

“Scott gonna kill us.” Though you weren’t sure who first, you because of loosing your virginity the second you got off his radar with a guy who you’ve meant to recruit, or Logan for fucking his little sister.

“Who’s Scott?” A confusion in his voice could be cute if not for your executioner being just two steps from the door.

“He’s my-“ But then the door opened and you just sighed, pointing at Scott. “Him. Logan, this is my brother Scott.” You turned to face your sibling, forcing yourself to smile innocently. “Hi Scotty, how nice of you-“

“Out. Of. The fucking car. Now.” He ordered you, pure fury in his eyes, his voice dangerously heavy. “And you asshole… you better pray that Professor gets you before I will.”

Well, this definitely will complicate the atmosphere in the team in the future…

▏A/n: Okay, so this specific mutation and character's background (as Scott being her older brother) gonna be also part of the bigger fic that I'm currently working on. I don't know yet if this shot will be a part of their story (Logan and that oc) so that's why I'm posting it here now. Still I would be grateful if you guys wouldn't use that characters specifics in your stories <3

▏Also I just adore the thought of Scott being the protective older brother and it being the reason why his and Logan's relations are so tensed later.

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starberry-cupcake · 3 months ago

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it took me so long to be able to sit down and recap that I had to scroll a lot to find my draft

previously in nona del 9:

this happened (including a very unexpected thing I predicted)

this is the general tag (where you can find out how long I've started predicting that and how unaware I was of what I was doing)

CHAPTER 28 (cracked sixth skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! noooooo!!!!!!)

nona wakes up disoriented like jonas in dark

someone says "Chill" and I know immediately it's probably gideon

nona

(aka ice cube barbie, I guess, but we're gonna call her nona while she's behaving as such)

(I did guess that one right as well, that one I'm more proud of than the ice cube barbie nickname)

finds herself in a truck that's in a tunnel

and indeed gideon is there, staring at her

gideon asks nona "where is she?", which I think means where's harrow

wouldn't all of us like to know

she also asks "do you love her?" which kind of leaves nona totally confused

and pyrrha tells gideon to "take a walk"

but I'm on gideon's side tbh

because for all intents and purposes, from gideon's pov, she finds harrow's body (after having occupied it briefly) and has this random ice cube barbie in it and she's like

it isn't her fault that everyone got attached to nona while she wasn't there and that nobody has the same attachment to harrow that she does

like, I know allegedly some of them care about harrow (idk how much pyrrha does, but most of the surviving canaan gang might, minus judith) but nobody has the same link to her that gideon does

are you gonna tell me camilla would have behaved differently if this was about palmolive's body being used (and potentially killed) by an ice cube barbie? if she didn't know where actual palmolive was? or pyrrha with og!gideon? I don't think

am I being too defensive on gideon's behalf when nobody asked me to? maybe so

anyway, pyrrha back off, thank you

pyrrha looks like she's half past dead and very tired, but don't we all

pyrrha also tells gideon to "stop being a little shit" to which gideon replies with "it's genetic" and that got a chuckle out of me ngl

pyrrha is about to call nona "A—" (which might be AL, etc.) and nona freaks out and tells her that she doesn't want to remember

nona also has some necro stuff on her that's meant to keep her in harrow's body as long as possible

also, nona snaps at pyrrha and acts more like ice cube barbie would, with the things she tells her and how she says it

she's very upset

taunting pyrrha for acting like a family and saying "you should have given into your desires and eaten us"

she also asks pyrrha to let her die

btw, turns out they found the sixth thanks to the kiddie intel

most hard working characters in the whole series

especially kevin

pyrrha is also again with her pessimism saying "I'm not sure any of us are getting out of this one"

not with that attitude, pyrrha

nona then looks around at the sixth, helped by pyrrha, who carries her, and notices that most of them have been blinded

camilla is in a wheelchair with chad!palmolive behind her

palmolive is very nervous about how his mom is going around making friends with every BOE person she meets

we missed palmolive's mom, she's great

palmolive says yandere twin is getting lively and kicking, which makes it sound like him and chad are expecting

pyrrha says palmolive is too lively, which means he knows something she doesn't

as if that didn't happen all the time since we've met the man

he always knows something we don't

and he's not very good at giving a heads up about it

we suffer is also feeling like pyrrha so, not good

palmolive and camilla are again discussing plans nobody has any idea about, basically mentioning the escape and that gideon helped with some specifications

BOE is trying to do what they can with the heralds and whatnot but it's not looking great

so, palmolive says they need to put the sixth house back in the truck

palmolive's plan is to go through the river, take everyone to the nine houses and find the sixth they parked outside the star system

this is pyrrha after hearing the plan

palmolive and camilla have a plan to make this happen and he asks for camilla's family to be present, but she wants just her sister because her dads wouldn't "understand"

this is me rn

especially because camilla is looking very weak and that doesn't align with my fantasy

pyrrha catches up with what they're trying to do and gives a moving speech so that they don't do it ("you've been stand-ins for something I haven't had for longer than either of you can understand")

but we all know that if palmolive and camilla have decided something, it's done

camilla says "Just watch us", which proves my point

pyrrha kisses them on the mouth also

the invited party come in, with coronabeer also there, looking very tense

palmolive and camilla go sit on the floor together and camilla is feeling really tired

it's time to start the prayer circle, familia

nona tried to get closer but she almost falls flat on her face and gideon is still trying to act like she doesn't deeply care about her besties

then, the emotional speeches begin

"the perfect friendship, the perfect love. I cannot imagine reaching the end of this life and having any regrets, so long as I had been allowed to experience being your adept"

"will she know who we are, in the River?" "I truly think we see ourselves and each other as we really are"

"but say yes, and we will make this end, and this beginning, together"

"My whole life, yes. Yes, forever, yes. Life is too short and love is too long."

"Don't look back. Whatever you do, don't look back."

CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT FOR THIS AMAZING QPR???

CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT AND APPRECIATE THAT????

WE LOVE TO SEE IT

WE HATE TO SEE IT UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, BUT ALSO WE LOVE TO SEE IT DEPICTED

so, after all that, camilla bursts into flames spontaneously

yes, ok, so

WHAT THE FUCK

she rolls around, stands up, rolls around some more, becomes featureless and, eventually, the flames die

they ROASTED my WIFE

I'm fine, I'M FINE, I'M TRUSTING THE PROCESS

then, the figure stands up, naked, and asks for clothes, as if nothing had just happened

we suffer gives them her coat and nona notices an emotionless expression on them

nona says they have camilla's figure and features, but new eyes and face

NEW EYES, YOU GUYS

but nona notices that the new person isn't quite camilla nor are they quite palmolive

they march towards the inert body of yandere chad and take the handkerchief from them

they give it to nona as a birthday gift because, as we guessed, the birthday party is cancelled

not for a lack of guests, because nona is back in the gang

but the whole imminent disaster for the planet is making it quite difficult to host a party there

yandere chad wakes up and says "So there was another way, Sextus, after all"

and the new person offers yandere chad to come with and says "We are the love that is perfected by death—but even death will be no more; death can also die. There's still time, Ianthe. Time for you, and for Naberius Tern."

yandere chad says "I bet you say that to all the boys" before dropping vacant again

YOU HEARD OF CAMILLA AND PALMOLIVE

YOU HEARD OF CAMOLIVE

NOW GET READY FOR

CAMOLYCTOR

CHAPTER 29 (first house skull, means I'm in danger)

the sixth goes back into the truck without any complaints, which means every single one of them are saints, because I'd probably rather die at that point

that takes away points from my sixth house test

camolyctor doesn't need a wheelchair or medication anymore in their new camolyctor state

they actually go around healing people with a touch or two

which is perfect because I'm writing this recap on easter

if there was a day to talk about the resurrection, amirite

but everything is fine, and not only because camilla somewhat survived and my potential sixth qpr polycule is packaged in one container

but because NOODLE IS HERE

angel teacher and yandere pash are also there, but it's not as important as noodle being there

and yandere pash says they're coming with, because angel teacher decided that they are

I'm gonna have to put up with yandere pash for longer

but I'd love to see how her and gideon get along

(I hope not well, for my personal entertainment)

(playing with two dolls and making them fight)

(I hope gideon throws hands with her cousin)

(here's where all the yandere pash fans come for me, I've been here before, I know how it is)

angel teacher says "we" exist and that makes them a "liability"

STILL DON'T KNOW HOW THIS VET IS SO IMPORTANT

I've had theories about things before, some I got right, others I got wrong, but I'm lost with this one

I don't even have a theory for this one

she says she's the messenger, that the message has two parts and nona is looking at one of those parts, which is "aim", passed to her from her predecessor "Emma Sen"

she says the message is too easy for humans to understand and asks if nona knows

but nona is as lost as I am

"aim high?" "aim true?" "aim to the emperor's head?" that one isn't two words

I wondered if "emma sen" was also some kind of a message, since they call this one "aim" and that's a message in itself, allegedly

but so far, I'm nowhere with this

I assume nona aka ice cube barbie is gonna get it when she has to and not before

meanwhile, nona is becoming more and more paralyzed

and pyrrha says "I think it's time we wake you up"

KNOCK KNOCK TOMB

she wasn't there when harrow got there but, at this point, what do I know

barbie facts, apparently, that's what I know

god I hate that jonman and I were on the same wavelength about some things

was his mom the one who stole my hollywood hair barbie?

where was jonbutt's mom in the 90s and was it a camping site in south america

gideon was already in the cockpit when they get there and pyrrha goes "Hey, kid"

pyrrha, which is it? are you nona's dadmom or gideon's dadmom, you can't pick both sides

gideon finding out her heritage in the worst time like jon snow and being like "thanks, I hate it"

camolyctor comes in with the commander, coronabeer and judith, who's looking a bit better but still needs to support herself on coronabeer

or maybe they don't need to do that but they want to cuddle

it's all good

we suffer says she's leaving them with the entire hope for BOE, which, no pressure

she gives them Protocol One which, for them, means "live"

camolyctor chooses a name that isn't camolyctor, which is what I'd like to keep calling them

they choose paul

because palmolive is probably a fan of dune

he read the books and likes the new movies more than the 84 one but likes kyle maclachlan more than timmy chammy as paul atreides

why do I keep using these recaps to post headcanons about palmolive's potential takes on media????????

anyway, we suffer says goodbye to the gang and to camolyctor paul atreides

and says she's gonna give a special goodbye to palmolive's mom who has learned a lot of the names of the BOE already

we love palmolive's mom

coronabeer is like "Paul...Hect?" and they're like

gideon also tries to get into the nickname game and suggests "u lap" and "aulp" but camolyctor it is

they're a better, improved and not dub con version of a lyctor, but the name fits for me

everyone looks worried except for camolyctor paul atreides, who is just chill

have no idea what that would feel like

they start driving but, at that moment, nona gets interrupted by a john chapter

which means she's unconscious???

JOHN 5:4

"From time to time an angel of the Lord would come down and stir up the waters. The first one into the pool after each such disturbance would be cured of whatever disease they had."

ok then

happy easter

dr reverend emperor john cringe is now on a beach and writing initials in the sand

he writes a J and an E, then changes it for an A and then for an H

earth, annabelle lee and harrow????

I started my earth theory about 16 chapters in

not sure exactly how harrow fits into all this

if it's not a harrow thing precisely or if, because she's a baby blender, harrow has a connection to ice cube barbie and is why she could see her

like, when her parents did the thing they did, the mini resurrection and all that, and also she got some of gideon's battery power through it, maybe she also got something from the tomb because it was right there

alleged harrow asks about what it means to love god as a child of the ninth

which might be the first (?) direct time she references something harrow-related

dr reverend emperor john says that "after this" she'll resurrect "them"

"The ones I left, I'll bring back. I know I can. Even G—. In fact, G—'ll be the easiest–he won't remember the compound–none of them will have to remember anything."

I'm sure this will solve the fact that you're both a cringe man and unhinged

making everyone forget how cringe and unhinged you are

it's not as if we clocked it the moment you showed up

(it's been over a year of these recaps, it's taking me some sweet ass time, you guys are patient)

"I did need to do it"

his story also isn't aligning with some details, it seems he detonated everything before og!gideon's bomb went off, but he forgot to cover that for a second

he says there can be no forgiveness but doesn't specify for whom

he goes "do you remember what happens now?" and harrow stands up

she isn't "alleged harrow" anymore, now she's named harrow for real

and she goes "through her, I've seen it", which means she did somewhat connect to ice cube barbie, probably by the end of book 2 and all that

she says dr reverend emperor john always resets things on his terms and with whoever he sees fit

and that he needs ice cube barbie for it and she can't die if he doesn't

ice cube barbie is only scared of dying

"I saw the face of the Earth and the chocked life out of it and ate it whole"

I WAS ON THE RIGHT TRACK, BABY!!!

he knew the others turned into RBs, and that they would come for him

I assume ice cube barbie isn't one because he kept her in that form

so he brought back his gang to help him fight while he hid

he says something will satisfy them eventually but nothing will ever satisfy him

"that's all the end of the Earth was...making things clean. It gets dirty again, you clean it again."

isn't that a speech I've heard a million times and an ethical, moral, social and political red flag

but harrow is here for the receipts

"I want to understand the mathematics, now that I have seen them for myself. I want to know how many of the Resurrection are left, and how many you begun with, and what the discrepancies are. I want to know where you put them. They didn't go into the River. I want to know why she was angry...and why you were terrified."

"perhaps, the child of the Nine Houses will recognize a different divine"

harrow says she needs to find god even if she "lies, right now, within the Tomb"

so harrow goes into the river

and she sees a tower somewhere in the distance, appearing from the water

she steps into the river and decides to start there

and I'd love her to go to the tomb because our gang is going to the tomb so maybe we can sort out this body-soul freaky friday situation we've got going on here

AND THAT'S IT!!! It's very late but I wanted to finally finish this recap so I can keep reading later this week, fingers crossed ♥

#luly reacts to tlt #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #gif cw #long post

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magic-shop-stories · 3 months ago

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Hello! 💜

First of all I wanted to say I love your work! I see you put much effort into your writing and I am personally amazed by the amount of details and the variety od perspectives/situations you include in your headcanons. I don't think I've ever read fan headcanons in any fandom as long as yours and it's so exciting for me to dive into your blog and your thoroughly thought out works! It's like a whole damn feast 🧡

Also I was thinking about requesting OT7 headcanons with genderfluid afab partner? Or nonbinary afab partner?

Like for example, how would they react to their partner's coming out? Or them trying various types of clothing/haircuts, wearing binder etc? Or, something about their partner complaining about their ex who didn't accepted/liked that part about them so it made reader feel anxious about their identity/trying neglecting it to more "fit in". Or! Their partner's bad days when they feel insecure about their body parts and their looks?

I know you already included some genderqueer motifs in your previous bi/pan partner headcanons (which I love btw!!! 💜) but I would love to also see something more gender identity-focused! I hope it's not too specific, please compose it the way you feel it ('cause in the end you should have fun writing it too, right? 🥰), some angst/mature content is also very welcomed if you would like to add some!!!

Thank you for everything and I hope you're doing well! And sorry for such long ask! Much love 💜💜💜

BTS OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary AFAB Partner Headcanons

Pairings: OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary!Reader (Individual Scenarios) Rating: (P)G-13 Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life Warnings: discussions of dysphoria, past emotional abuse (non-graphic), misgendering, mild swearing, references to past toxic relationships and dysphoria

💌 Reply:

holy shit, that was long... AND I LOVED EVERY WORD OF IT. 💜 first of all, THANK YOU for this incredibly thoughtful ask. I’m so sorry this took a while (my ADHD and i had a journey), but your request was perfection... i hope these headcanons hit the mark! i did worry i accidentally leaned too much into the AFAB/“used to be female” angle in some parts (gender is a galaxy, and i never want to imply otherwise 😭 so if i mess up feel free to reach out!)... also please let me know if any tweaks would make it feel more affirming. your kindness and clarity in this ask was soooo nice... you’re a gem. thank you again for trusting me with this. you’re the sweetest, and i’m sending you universe-sized love. keep shining 🌈✨ – c –🧸💜 PS: it's 4 a.m. pls someone send me to bed

BTS OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary AFAB Partner Headcanons

NAMJOON

COMING OUT

"THE NOTE LEFT BETWEEN PAGES"

Scenario

you leave your journal open on his desk

half-finished entry about your shifting identity open

“Some days, ‘she’ feels like a sweater that doesn’t fit. Other days, I want to burn the closet entirely.”

His Reaction

doesn’t confront you immediately

spends hours researching genderfluidity

bookmarking essays by Alok Vaid-Menon

saving posts from nonbinary activists

slides a letter under your door (three days later)

“To My Favorite Mystery, I’ve been reading about constellations—how they’re just stories we tell about the stars. You’re like that - a story that changes with the night. I don’t need to ‘understand’ it to love the way it shines.Whenever you’re ready, I’d like to learn your pronouns. Until then, I’ll call you ‘beloved.’— Joon”

Aftermath

you find him reorganizing his bookshelf

he's creating a new section titled “Queer Theory & Other Truths.”

glances at you

dimples flashing

“Figured we could study together.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE ARMOR HE HELPED FORGE"

Scenario

your old binder is fraying at the seams

you’ve been too anxious to replace it

Namjoon notices during a lazy Sunday cuddle session

his fingers brushing the worn fabric

His Action

spends a week consulting trans-owned businesses

asking LGBTQ+ friends for recommendations

settles on a custom binder with a discreet inner pocket

presents it in a box lined with pressed flowers

“I'm not great with sizes, so… I measured your hoodies while you slept. Hope that’s not creepy.”

you model a sharp, androgynous suit

Namjoon’s breath hitches

“You look… dangerous. Like you could dismantle capitalism in that fit.”

Growth

starts using phrases like “gender euphoria” in interviews

crediting “someone who taught me language is a living thing.”

ARMY speculates

you flush when he winks

EX TRAUMA

"THE GHOSTS HE EXORCISES"

Scenario

late-night confession

you admit your ex weaponized your identity

calling it “attention-seeking”

His Response

his calm cracks

he paces

muttering in English

“Ignorant. Small.”

writes a poem titled “The Anatomy of a Coward”

recites it at an underground slam

lines like “You feared their light because you’d forgotten how to spark”

earning roaring applause

dedicates it to “everyone who’s been told they’re ‘too much.’”

Reassurance

finds your ex’s old hoodie

hidden in the back of your closet

burns it in the fireplace

“Let’s feed the flames something worthy.”

BAD DAYS

"THE NIGHT HE HELD THE UNIVERSE"

Scenario

dysphoric spiral leaves you dissociating in front of the mirror

tracing hips you wish would vanish

His Care

Silent Solidarity

doesn’t say “You’re beautiful”

just sits beside you

shoulder-to-shoulder

he whispers

“Bodies are just… rented spaces for the soul. Yours houses a supernova.”

Distraction Tactics

drags you to the Han River at 2 a.m.

reciting Whitman’s “Song of Myself”

you laugh at his dramatic gestures

“See? Even I feel awkward in this flesh sometimes.”

Legacy of Love

carves “You Are Enough” into a birch tree

“Now it’s legally binding. The forest says so.”

[P.S. He's the type that would 100% write a dissertation on gender theory just to see you smile...]

JIN

COMING OUT

"THE KIMCHI CONFESSION"

Scenario

you blurt it out mid-bite of his homemade kimchi jjigae

words tumbling loose after a glass of soju

“Jin, I… I don’t think I’m a girl. Not always, anyway.”

His Reaction

he freezes

ladle suspended over the pot

grins, wide and warm

“Yah, took you long enough! I’ve been calling you ‘my person’ in interviews for months.”

refills your bowl

voice softening

“But seriously… thank you for trusting me. Now, pronouns? I’ve got a Jin-ius guide to gender in my notes app.”

Aftermath

next morning, he texts you

“Daily Reminder 🔔:1. Coffee’s brewed ☕2. You’re iconic 🌟3. Let’s update your contact name! 👑”I will settle on “Worldwide My Person.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE RUNWAY HYUNG"

Scenario

you eye a tailored suit in a boutique window but hesitate

“What if I look… silly?”

His Action

drags you shopping

declaring himself your “stylist, hype man, and selfie photographer”

throws blazers, silk shirts into the mix

also a very questionable neon bucket har

“Trust hyung! You’ll slay and blind haters.”

notices your old binder digging into your ribs

“Yah, we’re upgrading!”

buys three new binders in secret

each wrapped like a luxury gift

“This one’s for dates, this one’s for naps, and this one’s for overthrowing capitalism.”

hosts a “Fashion Show Extravaganza” in your living room

struts in a matching suit

snapping pics for his “JIN & CO.” Instagram highlight

caption: “Main Character Energy 💅 (They/them slay).”

wears a dress for you

showing he doesn't care about your choice of clothes

Growth

starts a TikTok series: “Queer Fashion with Jin!”

featuring your outfits

fans lose their minds over the episode titled “How to Rock a Binder Like a Supermodel.”

EX TRAUMA

"THE RAMYEON RANT"

Scenario

you mention your ex’s “Why can��t you just be normal?” comment over late-night ramyeon

Jin’s chopsticks snap

His Response

“Normal? Normal is boring! Normal is unseasoned tofu!”

slams his fist

gently, because the table is expensive

“You’re spicy! You’re kimchi in a world of plain rice!”

sends your ex a anonymous delivery of extremely spicy noodles

“Enjoy the heat, trash human.”

takes you to a LGBTQ+ pride festival

dressed as genderbent Disney princes

“We’re both Cinderella now. Let’s traumatize every pumpkin.”

BAD DAYS

"THE SELF-CARE SAGA"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

curled up in his hoodie

hating the curves even fabric can’t hide

His Care

busts in with a “Jin’s Euphoria Kit”

face masks, a karaoke mic, tub of cookie dough

“Step 1: Sing Born This Way. Step 2: Eat feelings. Step 3: Profit.”

when the laughter fades, he cups your face

“You know what’s sexy? Existing. You know what’s not? Anyone who says otherwise.”

bakes a cake shaped like a binder

iced with “UR A SNACK.”

lets you smash it

“Stress relief and dessert? Hyung’s a genius.”

[P.S. Would 100% fight a homophobe with a spatula while quoting RuPaul’s Drag Race]

YOONGI

COMING OUT

"THE UNSPOKEN UNDERSTANDING"

Scenario

you mention offhandedly that you’ve started using they/them pronouns online

Yoongi pauses mid-sip of coffee

nods once

“Noted.”

next morning, casually corrects a barista who calls you “miss”

“They’ll take an iced americano.”

His Reaction

quietly bookmarks a guide to nonbinary identities on his phone

finds your preferred pronouns scribbled in his studio notebook weeks later

“They/them. Ask if today’s different.”

grumbles over late-night ramen

“You know I’m shit with words. But if anyone gives you hell, tell me. I’ll make their life a diss track.”

you find a new keyboard shortcut on his laptop

“Ctrl+Y” autocorrects “she” to “they.”

you tease him?

he shrugs

“Efficiency. Don’t overthink it.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE PRACTICAL PROTECTOR"

Scenario

you mention offhandedly that your binder feels restrictive during long days

Yoongi disappears into his studio for hours

emerging with a list of trans-owned brands and a gruff

“Pick one. My treat.”

His Action

buys two binders

one in your size

one slightly larger “for lazy days” (idk if it makes sense tho? help me, i own binders but i am shit at this)

leaves them on your dresser with a sticky note

“Breathe. Please.”

you model a boxy, oversized hoodie

Yoongi glances up from his laptop

eyes lingering

“You look… comfortable. Good.”

later adds:

“Hot, too. Obviously.”

Growth

starts keeping a first-aid kit in his studio with ace bandages and ice packs “for emergencies”

you don’t ask what “emergencies” means (but you know he saw the bruises you had before getting new binders)

EX TRAUMA

"THE FURY IN SILENCE"

Scenario

you confess your ex mocked your identity

calling it “cringe”

Yoongi’s jaw clenches

“Name. Now.”

you refuse

he spends the night pacing the studio

composing a track titled “Small Minds (Die Loud).”

His Response

samples your laughter into the song’s bridge

releases it anonymously (at first)

fans call it “a masterpiece of rage”

drags you to a cat café

“You’re not ‘cringe.’ You’re just… not for weak-hearted bitches.”

Aftermath

finds your ex’s Spotify playlist (he is still using your account)

adds the diss track to it

“Algorithm justice”

he smirks

you kick your ex off the account

BAD DAYS

"THE ANCHOR IN THE STORM"

Scenario

dysphoric episode leaves you staring blankly at the mirror

hands trembling

Yoongi wordlessly tosses his hoodie at you

“Too big for me. Looks better on you anyway.”

His Care

sits with you on the bathroom floor

shoulder pressed to yours

plays a soft piano melody on his phone

“Minuet in G” the first major song he ever learned

Growth

starts leaving post-its on the fridge

“Drink water.” “You’re a badass.” “Fuck mirrors.”

[P.S. Yoongi’s love language is 10% grumbling, 90% burning the patriarchy and haters for you.]

J-HOPE

COMING OUT

"THE DANCE OF TRUTH"

Scenario

you blurt it out mid-dance practice

breathless and sweaty after a particularly intense routine

“Hobi, I...I think I’m genderfluid.”

he freezes, still in a squat position

tilts his head like a confused puppy

His Reaction

grabs your hands and spins you into a gentle waltz without a word

“Fluid, huh? Like water?”

dips you dramatically

“Water can be a storm, a ripple, a tsunami. That’s badass.”

gifts you a prism necklace

“To catch all your colors. Even the ones you’re still finding.”

Aftermath

choreographs a duet titled “Fluid Motion”

your movements defy gendered roles

sometimes leading, sometimes following, always in sync

“This isn’t performance art. It’s us.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE FASHION SHOW OF SELF"

Scenario

you tentatively ask to borrow his clothes for a day

Hobi’s eyes light up like you’ve handed him a Grammy

His Action

drags you to his wardrobe

throwing sequined jackets, oversized hoodies, and silk scarves at you

“Try everything! Gender is a free vibe, baby!”

notices you eyeing his compression shirts

“Wait...these aren’t safe for binding.”

orders you a custom rainbow binder with “Hope World” embroidered inside

“Now your heart matches your soul.”

asks“What’s today’s theme?” each morning

styles you accordingly

on they/them days insists on matching neon tracksuits

“We’re twin flames! Literally!”

Growth

starts a series called “Fashion Without Borders”

showcasing gender-neutral looks

fans notice you modeling in every episode

EX TRAUMA

"THE SHADOW HE DISMANTLES"

Scenario

your ex’s voice echoes during a vulnerable moment

“You’re just confused. Pick a lane.”

His Response

drags you to a dance studio

“Confused? Let’s get confused.”

blasts Lady Gaga and freestyles wildly

pulling you into a chaotic, cathartic routine

“See? This is a lane. We’re drifting!”

dedicates his next solo stage to you

screen flashes “LOVE HAS NO LANES”

vogues in a sequined binder

breaks the internet

Reassurance

writes “You’re My North Star” on your palm before bed

“Even stars flicker. I’ll love every spark.”

BAD DAYS

"THE LIGHT HE RELIGHTS"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

burrowing into bed

Hobi arrives with a backpack labeled “Emergency Joy Kit.”

His Care

blasts “Candy” and does the choreography at 200% energy until you snort-laugh

“Dysphoria can’t survive this much cringe!”

gives you a “Glow Up” makeover

glitter beard, gemstone eyeliner

just whatever feels right

“You’re a goddess. No, a god. Wait..uhhh.”

creates a “Euphoria Playlist”

filled with songs about self-love

sings along off-key

grabbing your hands

“If you can’t dance yet, let me dance for you.”

Legacy of Love

paints a mural in your bedroom

= a phoenix rising with “Rebirth is a Daily Choice” beneath it

“For mornings when the mirror lies.”

[P.S. Hobi’s love language is 50% glitter, 50% hype-man energy.]

JIMIN

COMING OUT

"THE WHISPER THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING"

Scenario

you tell him during a quiet night in

curled up on his lap after weeks of rehearsals

your voice shakes as you confess

“I don’t think I’m… just a girl.”

His Reaction

Jimin stills

pulls you closer

arms a vise of warmth

“Thank you for trusting me...”

murmurs into your hair

later sends a voice note

“I’ve been thinking… I want to love you right. Teach me how.”

spends the night researching

leaving tabs open on your shared laptop

“How to support a genderfluid partner,” “Pronouns 101.”

Aftermath

next morning greets you with a sleepy smile and a new necklace

a tiny pendant of the genderfluid flag

“So the world knows who you belong to.”

teases you but his eyes are serious

“And who belongs to you.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE GIFT WRAPPED IN GOLD"

Scenario

you’ve been eyeing a tailored suit for months but hesitate to splurge

Jimin notices (as he notices everything)

His Action

drags Taehyung to the boutique

describing your style in obsessive detail

“Tae, the shoulders need to sing. They’re a libra, okay? Balance is key.”

presents the suit in a velvet box

inside, a note

“Wear this, and watch me forget how to breathe.”

takes you dancing

matching your sharp lines with a silk shirt unbuttoned to his waist

“Let them stare...”

growls

spinning you under the lights

“You’re everything.”

Growth

starts tailoring his own stage outfits to complement yours

“Couple looks? Nah. This is soulmate couture."

EX TRAUMA

"THE SCARS HE KISSES BACK TO LIFE"

Scenario

you mention an ex who mocked your binder as “cute but pointless.”

Jimin’s smile dies

His Response

“Where do they live? I just wanna talk.”

in fact does not just wanna talk

at a fansign, a fan calls you “Jimin’s girlfriend.”

he corrects them sharply

“Partner. And they’re stunning, right?”

clip goes viral

Private Healing

tattoos your chosen name over his ribcage

“Now even my cells know who you are.”

BAD DAYS

"THE ALTAR HE BUILT IN YOUR HONOR"

Scenario

wave of dysphoria leaves you dissociating

staring blankly at the shower wall

Jimin finds you

water long gone cold

His Care

dries you with a heated towel

humming “Serendipity.”

dresses you in his softest hoodie

“My clothes fit you better anyway.”

lights candles

massages your scalp with rose oil

“This body carried you to me. Let me worship it.”

texts the group chat: “Canceled today. My person needs me.”

ignores the “😏” replies

Growth

starts a Notes app list

“100 Ways to Say ‘You’re Divine’ Without Words.” #1: Tracing the Venus symbol over your heartbeat

[P.S. Jimin would 100% start a gender-neutral skincare line called “Fluid Glow” just to watch you thrive]

TAEHYUNG

COMING OUT

"THE CANVAS OF TRUTH"

Scenario

you confess during a midnight walk through a neon-lit art district

voice trembling as you gesture to a mural of a faceless figure dissolving into rainbows

“That’s how I feel sometimes. Like I’m… everywhere and nowhere.”

His Reaction

Taehyung stops

tilts his head

pulls out his phone

for a heart-stopping moment, you think he’s distracted

he shows you a gallery of photos he’s secretly taken of you over the years

“This is you reading, scowling at coffee, laughing in the rain. You’re never nowhere. You’re… a thousand somewheres.”

grins, eyes crinkling

“And I want to love all of them.”

Aftermath

gifts you a polaroid camera the next day

“Let’s document every version of you. Even the ones that feel blurry.”

first shot?

you mid-laugh, bathed in streetlight, with the mural as your backdrop

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE ARTIST’S MANNEQUIN"

Scenario

you hesitantly try on a binder with a cropped blazer

unsure of the androgynous look

Taehyung, who’s been “casually” sketching at the kitchen table, drops his charcoal

His Action

drags you to a vintage shop

pulling pieces off the rack like a curator.

“This velvet vest? Yes. These combat boots? Double yes.”

makes you strut down the aisle like a runway

stays up sewing a patchwork jacket with they/them embroidered inside the collar

“So you carry your truth even when you don’t say it.”

stages a photoshoot in a sunflower field

capturing your gender euphoria in golden-hour light

posts one shot anonymously: “Muse: Beyond Binary.”

Growth

starts a secret Instagram for your outfits

captioned with your favorite poetry snippets

you discover it when ARMYs DM you: “WHO IS THIS MYSTERY ICON??”

EX TRAUMA

"THE PAINT OVER PAIN"

Scenario

you mention your ex’s cruel jab:

"You’re just confused, pick a lane.”

Taehyung’s playful grin fades

His Response

disappears into his studio

returns with a canvas splattered in black paint

“This is them.”

hands you a brush

“Now cover it with your colors.”

takes you to a bridge at dawn

makes you shout your name into the wind

then toss a rock labeled “EX’S OPINIONS” into the river

“Gone. Like that.”

paints your nails with tiny galaxies

“So every time they tried to shrink you, you remember you’re infinite.”

BAD DAYS

"THE MUSEUM OF SOFTNESS"

Scenario

dysphoria claws at you after a misgendering incident

you retreat to bed

curtains drawn

His Care

builds a pillow fort strung with fairy lights

projects Kiki’s Delivery Service onto the ceiling

“No talking. Just… exist with me.”

kneads dough for bibimbap wraps

guiding your hands to mold it

“Feel that? You’re shaping something real. Just like your heart.”

sketches you as a mythic creature

part human, part storm

writes beneath it

“This is how I see you. Uncontainable.”

[P.S. Tae would 100% paint your pronouns on his sneakers “for fun” and accidentally start a fashion trend]

JUNGKOOK

COMING OUT

"THE TEXT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING"

Scenario

you send him a late-night text after weeks of anxiety

“I think I’m genderfluid. Some days ‘she’ feels wrong. Is that… okay?”

His Reaction

Jungkook reads it mid-workout

nearly dropping his dumbbell

replies immediately

“Ofc it’s okay. Wait... are you crying? Should I come over?”

before you respond, he’s at your door

mismatched socks, hair sweaty, eyes wide

“I don’t get it yet.”

admits it

“ I’ll learn. Teach me?”

Aftermath

spends nights scrolling LGBTQ+ forums

saving posts like “How to Support a Genderfluid Partner.”

you find his search history: “genderfluid vs nonbinary” “best pronouns to use” “how to not be a dumb boyfriend”

prints a pronoun chart and tapes it to his fridge

“Hyung helped me color-code it...”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE MISTAKE THAT MADE HIM A HERO"

Scenario

you mention your binder feels tight

Jungkook, trying to help, throws it in the wash

too hot

shrinks it

His Action

races to Taehyung/ Jin for advice

“Hyung, I broke their soul armor! Fix it!”

drags you shopping

credit card in hand

“Pick five. No, ten. And this.”

adds a leather harness to the pile

grinning

“For when you wanna feel like a rockstar.”

you model a binder under an open flannel

Jungkook stares

cheeks pink

“You look… dangerous. In a good way.”

Growth

learns to hand-wash binders

leaving them to dry next to his gym towels

“Priorities...”

EX TRAUMA

"THE NIGHT HE BECAME A SHIELD"

Scenario

you confess your ex mocked your identity

“You’re just confused.”

His Response

Jungkook slams his water bottle down

“Where do they live? I’ll educate them.”

traces your jaw

voice trembling

“You’re not confused. You’re… magic.”

tattoos a tiny genderfluid flag on his arm

“So every time I look in the mirror, I remember to fight for you.”

BAD DAYS

"THE GYM SESSION THAT FIXED NOTHING (AND EVERYTHING)"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

curled up in his hoodie

His Care

challenges you to a Just Dance marathon

“Winner picks dinner! Loser wears the binder!”

he lets you win

finds you staring at the mirror

“Hey.”

stands behind you

hands hovering

“Can I…?”

traces your shoulders (if you nod)

“This body carried you to me. That makes it perfect.”

builds a “Bad Day Kit”

= protein bars, weighted blanket, USB of his unreleased song “Euphoria (Your Version)”

[P.S. His love language is 50% gym selfies and 50% tearful vulnerability - but secretly.]

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sohnric · 2 years ago

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BELOVED — E. SOHN

pairing: eric sohn x fem! reader

genre: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers. angst, fluff. the tiniest bit of swimmer! eric for some reason. wrote this in a moment of weakness handle with care!! :~)

word count: 2.4k

warnings: reader is said to be red in the face from the cold (alludes to specific skin color - im sorry i wrote this for me only and yall just get to read it), swearing, insecurity and jealousy, unspecified mental illness (?)

a/n: once again thank you to @csenke for beta reading and encouraging me to post this :p and also for existing. ily <3 btw swimmer eric is such a concept it gave us both whiplash maybe i need to revisit this in a full fic....

The coldness of the crisp evening makes you sniffle, your bones freezing and fingers going numb even in the comfort of your coat pockets. Your brain is full of thoughts fighting amongst each other, running around and hitting the corners of your head, slowly causing you an annoying migraine. You now regret not taking your headphones with you, because the music could help you drown out the noise of your inner voice, but the you from an hour ago that decided to go on a walk to clear your head had other plans for you, so you now have to suffer the stream of your thoughts instead. The stream is so loud you swear you can hear it resonating through the silent campus, but you know that’s a foolish thought, so you fight it away with a bitter chuckle.

Eyes zeroing on the orange fluorescent lights coming from inside of the building you’re standing in front of, you start feeling a little silly for coming here. It’s not like you think you’d be sent away, but there’s also that little bugging voice inside of your brain that keeps reminding you that you weren’t invited. Your feet have dragged you here without your consent or order. One moment, you were walking down the river, shuddering from the cold, and the other, you found yourself in front of the pool– as if the tugging of your heart was stronger than your own brain, stronger than your own thoughts.

Sometimes you feel bad for taking it all out on him. At least that’s what you suppose you’re doing– with your annoyed remarks whenever he checks in on you, with your sighs whenever he asks what’s wrong. It’s not like he’s incorrect with his suspicions– he always somehow knows you’re in a bad mood, no matter how hard you try to mask it– you just don’t often feel like discussing the matter with him. Or anyone, really. Sometimes, you feel bad for pushing him away or not texting him back. Sometimes you feel truly shitty for the fact that you can’t open up to him, no matter how hard you try.

And sometimes, you just truly think that he wouldn’t care. It’s weird how your mind works– someone could spend so much time with you, making memories together and laughing at your jokes, yet, your mind could convince you that they don’t really like you at all in the first place. That this is some sort of a game they’re playing, trying to see how long you can stay convinced that they enjoy your presence in their life before you notice and they step away. You don’t even know where this conviction is coming from. If you knew, maybe you could fix it. If you could locate it, you’d try to delete the flawed code from your system.

Sometimes, you think he doesn’t care about how you are, what you’re doing, what you think. It has nothing to do with the way he treats you; more so with the anxiety nibbling at the corners of your brain whenever he talks to anyone else– with the constant fear of being replaced, of having him find someone better, someone less difficult to be friends with. In its full essence, the image is terrifying. You think your world would crumble if you lost another person in your life.

More so, you think your world would crumble if you lost him. You recognize that there’s a constant desire in the depths of your heart to be someone’s favorite– his favorite– to be the person someone would choose in a room full of people. To be the one they walk up to first with a smile and their arms wide open.

And it’s silly. You’re his best friend. He tells you so every day. It’s the way you’re introduced to everyone out of his circle that you meet on parties or at campus.

Admittedly, you like hearing him say it. Best friend– the title shows you’re the best at something: at being his companion, at making him laugh, at being there for him, whatever it is that you do to earn that sticker. The title shows that you’re somebody’s favorite– his favorite– and it makes you deeply satisfied with yourself. It makes you proud, even.

Some days, you still have a hard time believing it, though. Some days, you still feel stranded. Lonely. Isolated. It’s weird.

Somehow, your heart, your feet and the unconscious part of your brain took you right where you knew you’d find him. You didn’t choose to go here– if you realized you were nearing the building, you would’ve even tried to stop yourself– and as you contemplate turning on your heel and going back home, hell, you even take the first step away from the pools, the sound of the main door opening and his voice calling for you makes you halt in your movements, gluing you to the pavement.

Sometimes, the heart knows what it needs even before you get a chance to register it.

“Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” he calls after you, making you bite down on your lower lip. There’s no escaping him now– you guess it’s for the better, though.

Turning towards him, a guilty look spreading over your features, you shrug. “Not long.”

“It’s freezing out here! Why didn’t you come inside?” he asks, a wrinkle forming in between his eyebrows as he walks closer to you, his friends from the swim team patting his back and saying their goodbyes to the two of you as they pass the commotion on their way out.

“I didn’t want to intrude your practice,” you peep, sniffling a little from the cold.

“Gosh, you always do this,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. He almost looks mad at you, and by the way he raises his voice and throws his arms in the air in frustration, you think you’re correct with assuming he might be. “I texted you the whole day! Hell, I called, even though I know how much you hate phone calls. And I get that you probably didn’t feel like talking, but a simple ‘I'm okay, don’t worry’ text would’ve been nice!”

Dragging his hand through his hair in defeat, he shakes his head at you. “Besides, you can’t just keep shutting me off every time you are having a hard time, for god’s sake! Not only do I worry, but I hate seeing you suffer all alone.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you listen patiently to his lecture. You know he’s right– he almost always is, because the rational side of your brain ceases to exist every time your insecurities fail you– so there’s really no aim in trying to argue or fight with him.

Eric sighs as he steps even closer to you, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder before he reaches for the hood of your jacket and puts it over your head. “You could’ve texted me you were here, I’d leave practice early for you,” he says, voice now softer as he stands in front of you, not really wanting to scream straight into your face.

You shrug in response, not really knowing what to say. Telling him you contemplated leaving just seconds before he found you here would make him even more mad with you, so you choose to gloss over that fact. Besides, it’s kind of comforting, the way his words work. The way his presence calms you, makes the screaming match of your thoughts drown out with his firm comments and scolding remarks. His words, although full of frustration, make your insides warm up and your muscles relax, like you’re coming undone.

His face shows concern. His actions speak even louder than his words when he tugs the sides of your hood closer together at your neck, the hole for your head previously exposing your bare skin and making you shiver. “Couldn’t you dress more warmly? Do you want to catch a cold?” he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “You scutter here all unannounced, wearing close to nothing, and expect me to not be frustrated with you?”

You study his expression for a while. It’s not often you get to see Eric from so up close, but even in the darkness of the evening, you recognise the familiarity of his close-to-flawless features. Anchoring yourself into his gaze for a second, you move to study the sculpture of his cheekbones, the furrowed nature of his brows, the slope of his cupid’s bone. His hair falls into his eyes, making you instinctively drag your hand up and move his bangs out of the way, having the male wince at the contact of your fingers with his skin. “Hell, your hands are cold! You didn’t even take gloves? It’s minus five degrees outside!” he grunts.

It makes you chuckle. You did something nice for him, yet, there he is– complaining about the fact that you have yet again failed to take care of yourself. “I’m not even surprised, y’know, since you didn’t put on a scarf either, but sometimes I wish this little brain of yours,” he point his finger to the side of your temple, “had better self-preservation instincts,” he finishes as he fishes for something in his pocket.

Taking out his own gloves and holding them up to you so you can slip your numb fingers into the fabric, he continues on with his little tangent. “Next time,” he adds when you’re successfully wearing the warm garment, “text me as soon as you get here, okay? And look outside before you go out, so you know what to wear. Maybe open that little weather app on your home screen, even. Might be helpful,” he jokes, although a little dryly, as he brings out a scarf from his duffel bag, tying it around your neck and almost suffocating you with how tight he wraps it, making sure you’re defrosting under his tender care.

When he’s done dressing you up like a doll, you’re left staring at him speechless. Eric reciprocates the gaze, something gentle, yet worried mirroring behind his dark orbs. There’s comfort lingering in the air now that you’re not so cold, and with the added essence of his existence, the act of living doesn’t seem like such a hassle anymore. You feel lighter, in a way.

“Sorry,” he hums after a heartbeat of silence, “how are you feeling?” he asks, an apologetic look sent your way when he realizes he slipped into a heated lecture again, not knowing that this is exactly what you wanted and unknowingly came here for. (For his furrowed eyebrows and the crease in between them, his worried orbs and words tinted with frustration, showing you that he cares and wants you to be safe. For his little tangent, yet also gentle touches as he takes care of you and makes sure you’re staying warm. For the familiar look in his eyes, whispering to you that you’re the only thing in the whole world that matters to him right in this moment and always, forever.)

You smile at the clueless boy. It seems to make something in him settle into a more comfortable place. “All better now,” you reply.

“Good,” he says. “God, you look awful,” he jokes– laughing airly to reference the state of your frozen face– cheeks and the tip of your nose red, eyes watery from the wind, hair messily sticking out from the bottom of your hood– as one of his hands comes up to cradle your face and squish your cheeks together, turning your chapped lips into a big pout. The contact of his skin on yours makes your stomach feel light with the contrast of his warm hand on your cold face, all your senses coming alive when his voice drops a few octaves lower, seriousness tinting his tone. “Promise me to take better care of yourself from now on?”

Nodding, not really having it in you to even make a noise, you watch as the male studies your face for a while. In any other circumstance, his gaze would make you shy away, but not now. Not when everything seems suddenly so simple, not when all your worries seem to slip through your fingers. When his eyes point towards your lips– your puckered, dry mouth– a sense of expecting takes over you, a strange kind of excitement buzzing in the tips of your fingertips. When you breathe in through your half-clogged nose, the mixed scent of his fabric softener coming off the scarf tied tightly around your neck and the smell of the shower gel he uses to wash the chlorine off after his swimming practice hits your nose, making you a little light-headed. No words are spoken as the male suddenly leans in and presses a quick peck to your lips.

His warm lips meet with yours in what seems to be a second-long contact, but it’s enough to have the ghost of his touch lingering, enough to make your stomach churn in joy.

The action was so painfully casual– as if it was second nature to him. As if there was no reason for him to contemplate the decision– as if this was what he wanted to do all the time, and so he did it. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Selfishly, though, you must admit you need both– you need the words just as much as the actions. Good thing Eric knows you so well– sometimes you think it’s even more than you know yourself.

“Now come on, let’s get you home,” he hums, hugging you to him with his right arm as you two walk down the sidewalk, “wouldn’t want my beloved girl to freeze to death right here.”

His beloved.

The words resonate in your brain. This time, it’s a good type of screaming match happening with your thoughts– all worries battled, using his sentence to cut out the bad parts like a sharpened knife. This time, your mind is full of fireworks and excited buzzing, sending the happy signals all across your body, helping you fight winter with the power of gentle loving.

And sure, you know that those feelings might come again. There’s no way of telling when the skeletons will appear, hunting down your happy thoughts. But you know that even if they do, you will always somehow find your way back to Eric, and he’ll make sure to remind you of what you need to hear, and you’ll be okay again.

You guess The Beatles were right after all. Maybe all you need is a little love sometimes.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #tbz #eric sohn #sohn youngjae #the boyz angst #the boyz fluff #tbz angst #tbz fluff #eric sohn angst #eric sohn fluff #eric sohn x reader #tbz x reader #tbz scenario #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenario #sohn youngjae x reader #sohn youngjae fluff #sohn youngjae angst

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slayerkitty · 2 years ago

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Visual Effects in Only Friends MV part 2

The second song on the Only Friends OST dropped today; So What? by the amazing Ford Arun. Much like the first MV for Only Friends, this one is also has visual frameworks that made me stop and stare.

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Just like my first post on this subject, where I talked about the late 90s/early 00s aesthetic of the show as well as controlled voyeurism (aka we only see what they want us to see), these themes show up again here, but a little differently. Unlike the Let's Try MV and the BTS vids which use multiple different effects and transitions as well as framing a lot of the scenes to look like (possibly) 90s camcorder footage, So What? has two visual effects (I think technically three, and I'll point out why I say it this way in a minute).

The first one is the camcorder footage effect. Except that it's even different from the Let's Try MV. While the Let's Try MV has the "play" prompt onscreen and time stamps, it now, to me, feels more like CCTV video than camcorder video. The video effect on So What? is definitely camcorder footage because it is time and date stamped.

Now, the time and date stamp is February 1st, 2020 at 6:06pm for every screen it appears on, which to me cannot be an accurate date/time for any of the scenes. Several of these scenes were from episodes 4, 5, 6, or potentially yet to air. Chuem drops info about Covid in episode one and in February of 2020, we were so early into the pandemic during that time that I'm not sure she would have referred to it so casually, plus with no Covid precautions being taken onscreen it does feel the show is set currently (aka 2023).

Why this date? Why 6:06pm? WHAT IS JOJO TRYING TO SAY HERE? Is this a specific reference to something upcoming on the show? Is this date famous in Thailand for something? Did he just pull a date and time out of a hat?

Onto the second effect: the yellow text on the screen is back! It was heavily used as a visual effect in episode one, and after a discussion with @ignoranaxed I did add it to my Narrative Frameworks post where I'm tracking visual effects on the show. We discussed whether or not this was an homage or reference to SKAM Norway, an extremely popular coming of age teen drama that had an amazingly done queer season (Season three. If nothing else, stop what you're doing and go watch SKAM Norway season three. You can thank me later). The show was so popular it has been remade in Spain, Italy, France, Germany (named Druck), Belgium (named WtFock), the United States and has even been announced as a Korean (BL?) drama for next year.

Is this an actual homage? I came down on the side of maybe. I can't swear it is, but I can't say it isn't. That yellow text on the screen is iconic due to SKAM Norway, and it is used in every single remake of the show (if Korea doesn't use it, I will cry. Also, if Korea doesn't release/air it in the same way, I will cry). Leaving that aside, the yellow text is in Thai, and as yet, I have no idea what it says because my subs only translated the song lyrics, not the onscreen words. If anyone who knows Thai can help me with this, I would love you forever because there's one other thing that shows up in yellow on the screen, and it's this:

WHY AN ELLIPSES, JOJO? WHAT DID IT SAY BEFORE THIS? I NEED TO KNOW WHY IT'S TRAILING OFF. IS IT TO BE CONTINUED? THE NOT KNOWING WILL DRIVE ME INSANE.

Onto the third , but maybe not really an effect: Is Ford photoshopped in here?

I ask this because if he is (and I can't quite tell but I think maybe?) then does that mean this is future footage coming up on the show? Or, like Let's Try MV did with it's extra SandRay footage in the car, was this just shot for the MV? I'm curious to see what people think on this.

Now for the rest of the MV where I just melt down because WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DRAMA BETWEEN YO AND PLUG, JOJO? YOU CAN'T DO THIS. Also, is this Sand hugging Yo?

You can't do this to my girl. This will hurt.

Do we think this is Boston and Nick potentially going ice skating or roller skating? Because if it's roller skating, JOJO I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

In summary, the visual frameworks are back in play once again and what they're choosing to show and how feel important.

Tagging the ephemerality squad: @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @lurkingshan, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming

Apologies to anyone I missed. If you would liked to be tagged in my OF posts/meta, please let me know and I will add you.

#only friends the series #only friends meta #thai bl #ephemerality squad #Youtube

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saltyskeletonkidpasta · 10 months ago

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I dont get why people like jack gibson. Not only do I think he's annoying and irrelevant I also think he so so gross and creepy and somehow the writers and fans love him?

I just cannot get over him implying he didn't need p*rn after maya made a comment about her and carina in the next room. Like hello these are supposed to be your friends have some respect it's not hard to not be creepy. And like dropping the pot of sp**m all over the carpet and he didnt even clean it up they made maya do it...absolutely revolting how the HELL is that supposed to be funny? If you found 5x16 funny please stay away from me I dont trust you. And to top it off another gross seed joke..which we already had like him giving them flowers would've been sweet but he immediately ruined it unnecessarily, and him making the entire thing abt himself like I dont wanna know what kind of porn he's into, I dont care abt what he wants/his involvement. I dont get how people think he is so kind and considerate like have you ever heard him talk? The locker room scene fe pissed me off so much like at what point was any of that to do with helping his friends out? It was all me me me..that was his whole motivation. He even went as far to call marina's potential kid a "little him" which after maya melted at the idea of a little CARINA that's like..devastating then was banging on about his "legacy" or whatever like mate this isnt abt you..even in 5x16 maya and carina having their discussion abt a pretty serious issue (being their trust) and jack just butts in like "uhhh well this isnt helping MY issue tho like seriously? Idk why the writers had to make Jack's bio family appear in that way like could they not do it ANY other way? And even if they really did have to do it that way there is no excuse for ALL of the focus to be in HIM and what HE wants and the disgusting dialogue used along with the annialation of carina's character. No one in there right mind would go for that and they even went as far to have carina freak out abt the idea of him NOT being involved right infront of maya aswell? That is so disrespectful to maya and to carina's character and to queer women in general. Carina had always been the smart independent mature one so fuck knows what the writers were thinking? And then it was all completely irrelevant anyway. They didnt even really delve into Jack's bio fam much and carina barely even cared he left.

Also he eats chicken in literally the grossest way I've ever seen then put the bone in the BEDROOM BIN like that is just gross who tf does that especially when it's not even your own house?

And he literally stood right outside marina's bedroom door while they were having sex and after his previous gross comment abt him being able to get off on that..that's disgusting🤢 I dont get what the writers were thinking like they do know who their audience is right? I dont get how they can read over anything in that storyline and think "oh yeah this is so good people will love this"💀 that's actually embarrassing for them but also they're disgusting for even trying it. Ngl I'm pretty sure queer women dont like being fetishised by straight men and like having sex in the same vicinity esp after comments like that..I mean he even asked maya if carina was like "good and ready" or something like bruh..you dont ask that!? I'm sorry but I dont care how awkward he is, I'm very awkward myself but I'm not creepy. It's just human decency to respect boundaries and not say things like that but jack had never respected boundaries throughout the entire show but this was the worst of what we saw of him but they didnt even have him leave afterwards😭 literally all they had to do was change Maya's line slightly like no dont go play music loudly get the fuck out!

That and exposing marinas private info to andy AND vic without permission..he had absolutely no right to tell them especially andy as it was really soon after and marina specifically said they wanted to wait and discuss things further before the next steps and he just blurted it out first chance he got.i really wish they'd let them have a go at him for that. Okay marina should've been much more clear and set proper boundaries beforehand and it would've been nice if paperwork was mentioned but still he is supposedly a "trustworthy guy" (despite him always being the least reliable and most likely to cause trouble on the team since day 1 but the writers were hell bent on giving him another redemption arc) and that is such a break of trust. Then with no consideration to the team or any of his friends just bails without a warning and left the station leaving andy at one of the most traumatic times of her life and left little pru after she lost her dad and lied to everyone yet was literally down the street for like 3 months...

He bailed on the clinic after like 2 sessions of it being open then ben and carina carried it to keep it going they could've very easily let it go under especially carina as she doenst even work at the station? Yet first thing he does when he sees it again is criticise..its not like they were scaring people off the clinic always looked super busy? He is just so ungrateful to what he has.

He made maya's injury all abt himself in 6x07 and how hard it would be for HIM to lose her and was confiding in he literal wife abt this then didnt even go and visit maya in hospital or find out if she was okay? And dont get me started on the whole pam thing in 6x09..listen I didnt like pam but you cant just go peeking in a private medical cubicle especially when you literally k ow there is a pregnant woman in there?!? And the absolute AUDACITY to accuse carina of cheating with his track record. So glad ben put him in his place especially when he implied he'd interfere if it was ben and bailey aswell like how fucking rude are you? but then it ended with him getting coddled again with him being sad boi :( and ben being like "dont worry you arent losing ur family" like this isnt abt you jack..also YOU are the one who bailed on the team and keeps disrupting its trust..? Thays just being a hypocrite like what abt you and andy, You and eva, you and maya, you and vic you and eva AGAIN? Like he was criticising carina when less than a month before he was sleeping with his dead teammates wife who he also slept with when he was still alive and was some what to blame for his death?

I hate him idc what anyone says he is the worst character simply bc he was so unnecessary. Like the only way the writers could keep him relevant was shoving him into business he didnt belong in.

#station 19 #grey's anatomy #rant #jack gibson #station19 5x16 #station19 6x09 #travic #andyherrera #maya x carina #travis montgomery #maya bishop #carina deluca #station19

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aspecsolstice · 2 years ago

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Analysis of Clues to What Likely Caused Flan's Exile

Hi all! This post is in response to a question from the NDM Discord server that I got very carried away with answering. Instead of posting yet another lengthy wall of text on there (which I often can't help from doing, haha), I decided this was worth making into a post and trying out in the tumblr format! Especially since I'd been considering making a casual blog on here anyway. Without further ado:

Just like my dear friend Laura, I've always thought that Keagan was the reason for Flan's exile, and there are definitely strong clues in certain asks that I'd like to point to in support of that idea, even if they don't directly confirm anything.

Before I really dive into those specific clues, let me first provide my understanding of the timeline, since I might be off on a thing or two but this is how I've interpreted it:

1). For what seems to be most of the 200-year-long war, Flan acted very differently

(confirmed change by Maeve and Robin, the latter giving a timeline to it by saying he was “apparently kind of a jackass during the war”, and this is something I'll get to later, but it's worth noting this was specifically a response to a question about how he used to flirt)

2). Flan and Keagan get involved and subsequently get each other hurt in different ways sometime prior to the end of the War

(not confirmed events of course, but if true, I think the implications are that they were nearing the end and had a lot to do with it, but still prior, due to the state Flan was in:

First, Keagan was said to have “distinguished himself during the War of the Courts as someone with a knack for intrigue and espionage” with whispers of him having been involved with “the end of the War,” which can reasonably be interpreted as him having deceived and betrayed Flan to get the info he needed to help him turn the tides

And second, it was specifically said that “before the conclusion of the War,” Flan technically did cross the border into Finias, but only when “time was of the essence, and he… Well. Let’s just say he wasn’t quite in the right state of mind to take in the surroundings,” which to me speaks not only of his understandable PTSD from the horrors of such a long war but a specific state that resulted from a recent event, such as a fresh betrayal, as well as whatever wolf-form-related damage was implied to be done to Keagan in return potentially also weighing on him)

3). Then after the conclusion of the War, Flan is either formally exiled or otherwise forced by circumstance to spend time away from the new Unseelie capital

I tried to keep the above to just establishing the timeline of the events I'd like to discuss, but with that done, I'm ready to get more into the meat of the evidence heavily implying that not only did Flan change as a result of betrayal by a lover during the War, but that he was publicly shamed in some way over the relationship, supporting the idea that it had far more impactful repercussions than a broken heart alone and led to his exile.

The strongest implications are found in three responses to asks about how Flan used to flirt, starting with the one where Maeve acknowledges his change and says, “I’m not happy about how he ended up learning some of the lessons he did, but it’s best to leave the past in the past, in some cases.” I touched on Robin's response earlier, but I'd like to pull a later quote from that same ask where they caution, “This is going to sound a little strange coming from me, but I’d avoid giving the guy a hard time over it, if I were you.” The echo and weight of these two responses, especially considering the latter to be such an uncharacteristically serious one from Robin, imply that these “lessons” Flan learned in regards to his flirting involved pretty severe consequences.

Then there's the glaring fact that Robin isn't even speaking from firsthand experience here (given how she wasn't around during the War), and Flan is not really the kind of person to confide in him about such personal matters willingly (nor would Maeve be the one to spill Flan's secrets if he confided them in her), raising the important question of how Robin came to be so knowledgeable about it in the first place. However, I believe this is answered in a third such ask about Flan's past flirting, where the dev statement to me suggests that not just Robin, but the public as a whole is at least partially aware of the situation.

They might not know the details, but something appears to be known based on the statement that, “Most folks are too intimidated to flirt with the Unseelie King, especially given… Well, never mind. Let’s just say Flannán was not always so austere nor hesitant to trust affection. For better or worse, he’s changed quite a bit since the War.” In addition to further supporting the idea of Flan having been betrayed by a lover during that time (specifically being left unable to “trust” the way he could before), this quote speaks volumes about what's being left unsaid when it intentionally trails off, especially when paired with tags on a different post that again emphasize how Flan is “#man's not as willing to display vulnerability these days #particularly so to the public.”

When you combine all the clues, these are clear indications to me that whatever changed Flan was not only traumatic and romance-related but somehow a relatively well-known affair (i.e. to the point that Robin finds out post-war and treats it seriously, that it apparently makes “most folks” even more hesitant to flirt with him, and that Flan is now painfully mindful of the public's perception of him as a result), implying that at least some degree of public shame over the relationship was involved.

Under the KeaFlan interpretation, there are many different possibilities for how this could have played out (no way to know whether it took place when Keagan's betrayal was first discovered or later near the time of Flan's exile, what person or situation actually outed Flan in the public eye, how much was revealed, how many were actually there to witness it vs how much was spread by word of mouth, etc.). Regardless, the bottom line is that it would make perfect sense as the kind of affair he might be publicly shamed over and face consequences for, due to the betrayal impacting far more than just Flan on a personal level by granting the Seelie a turning point in the War.

This situation thus lines up with the timing and all of the beats of what's been established or implied, as well as naturally providing a case for why Lugaid would go to such an extreme as exile to punish his chosen successor:

From his perspective, not only did Flan's “weakness” give the Seelie the edge in the first place, but he then failed to redeem himself by turning things back in the Unseelie's favor before the War ended. On top of that, Lugaid might see fit to distance himself from Flan due to the latter bringing public disgrace depending on how that played out (though I'm not discounting the possibility of Lugaid himself being the one to shame him in the interest of “teaching him a lesson,” it just seems likely he'd want to handle it privately if possible, to keep from publicly undermining his legacy).

Also, for fun as a quick added bonus, I did find what I believe to be another clue relating to Flan's exile, but this one relates to his life post-exile. I don't have any particularly strong leanings on exact location (though I loved reading the ideas people had on Discord!), but after this find, I'm definitely of the belief that Maeve was with him, if not for the entire exile then at least for some amount of time right before his return. As we know, Robin was not around for the war, and it's said that they “'joined' the Unseelie Court prior to Maeve and Flannán returning to the capital.”

“Returning to the capital” is vague enough that it wouldn't have to mean returning together from Flan's exile, such as if the two had been on a short trip away. Even so, I think it's likely, given how this particular return to the capital is being framed as something significant to the timeline.

#the good people #na daoine maithe #ndm

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Hello there, class is quite boring for me too,

for the ask, dy have any hcs abt relationships( platonic or otherwise lmao) that aren’t rlly explored as much in the local group (like how a lot of ppl talk abt say, Moon and Sig and how they interact but not like, Suns and UI)

just a random spitball ask, I am very bored :p

more than i thought after sitting on this question (some of these might be more explored relationships but. we)

i don't think sigs and pebbles talked much before the incident but after i think they got annoyed and frustrated with each other. with pebbles getting constant messages about moon and sig constantly getting trashed/ignored

i dont think suns and moon talked much either aside from business but i don't think they hated each other. just acquainted. suns was closer to pebbles

i think suns saw a lot of their younger self in pebbles, perhaps they also used to be spunky and wanting to be ~the one~ to find the solution but turned to apathy and affirmations about being one in a thousand iterators trying this for many many cycles to cope. so suns tried to help him but we know how that turned out

suns and sigs first became friends through their same apathy of the great solution-- specifically they were both working on it but for the sole reason of needing to be busy, not because they thought they were going to succeed. later branched off into talking about other things. they have a best buddy relationship to me. most of the time not intimate conversation but still confide in each other when stressed

moon and sig i think had a lot more emotional conversations and she was the only person sig felt he didnt have to be silly all the time for (ofc sig knew when to get serious with others but for my fellow silly guys. you know how it is)

i think ui and sig could've talked occasionally to tease other people but VERY casually. sig teased people out of love and ui was a bit spiteful about it. i think they wouldve tread cautiously as to not turn into real complaining

gw isnt much of the social type to me but participated in more general group discussions and took note of who was close with who. i think they would've talked with moon the most as she's the senior but. acquianted

i think suns would've also tried to speak with uo as a newer iterator but was put off by them (imagining ui as higher energy and suns just isnt prepared for that)

#asks.txt #yourfavoritecascade #suns voice. i can help him. i can help him. i c #all the canon iterators are aroace to me #personal hcs is that most iterators are aroace except for the freaks (affectionate) that arent

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elutrosop · 1 year ago

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I really don't know why I did this, but I did :P

Your mom - Chapter 1

(Nora Allen X Eobard Thawne)

Summary: What if Nora met an incredible sweet man who made her forget about everything in her life and she couldn't help herself and fall into his arms? And what if this man is a psycho who came back from the future just to have one more history to tell her son about his dead mother.

Word count: 1,373

Tw: emotional manipulation

She was weirdly anxious. Why is she like this? It's just a business meeting, nothing more. Nora thought in her own mind. She was frantically tapping her fingers in the case on her lap, worrying why the client was so late, checking the clock at her back constantly. She blames the Jitters coffee smell that makes her instantly on alert. Well, it's not like she would never have meetings here before, actually, to every client that can offer so much money like this one, she set up the meeting at Jitters instead of the usual cold and boring meeting room. So maybe that's the reason. The client suggested buying a big house in the city, it would be a really important business to take. not just business, it's an opportunity. She dried her wet hands at her skirt, starting to consider that he wouldn't come. Is it her fault?

They met yesterday at her workplace, she can remember perfectly.

Nora was taking a sip of water at her desk when the man approached. He was with a blue social shirt and a yellow tie, not rich looking. With a modest haircut, the yellow strands combed back with gel. He doesn't appear to be so old as her, but she can see some wrinkles starting to pop up.

“Hello! Can I help you?” She said with a kind smile. Hopefully expecting to be a customer, not another person lost asking for the past wash house that was in the building.

“Hello, I'm looking for Nora Allen.”

“Well, you found it, I'm Nora.”

The man grinned and his eyes shone like he won the lottery. “Really? I got it right at the first try? Lucky me” He giggled.

“Well, take a seat.” She pointed to the chair in front of her desk.

“I'm looking for a house in the town and a friend of mine said that you are the best seller here. I hope you can make me an amazing deal.” He smiles slightly as he seats comfortably,

Nora was happy to serve him, it's rare to have such excited looking clients like this one, even if it's a little bit weird how he stares at her, keeping eye contact. Almost like he needs to make sure that she sees the beautiful blue shade of his eyes. But she can't complain, at least he was good to stare too.

“So, let's fill the record here. What's your name, Sir?”

“Thawne, Eobard Thawne.”

“What a beautiful name, Mr. Tawne.” she incorrectly pronounces. Also, she didn't mean it. That's what you have to say when a client comes with a weird name “how do you spell it?”

“Oh, thank you, Allen! E O B A R D T H A W N E” he spell it, grinning, almost like his name was the most fun to spell ever, or had some hide joke inside it. This man is a little bit weird…

She quickly wrote in her paper.

“Now, Mr. Thawne…” She still had to put in a little bit of effort to pronounce correctly “what kind of house are you looking for?” She starts to show him a flier with some available houses in the city. None of them are good houses, of course, but neither are the cheapest ones. Just the ones that usually are shown to new clients and the ones that the company wants to drift away.

He takes a brief look at the options but quickly dismisses them, looking like someone who already knows what is looking for.

“No no… those are adorable houses, but I'm looking for something more fancy, you know? Some with kind of a neo-classic style”

Wow, okay. No ordinary client is specific about the architecture style. Nora quickly changed her emplacement to deal with him now knowing this information. Also putting more effort into her friendly smile.

They discussed a little about some new options that Nora pointed out, but Eobard didn't show interest in any of them.

“What about that one?” He pointed with his eyes a picture at the wall of the building, a really big modern house, with black windows and a beautiful garden.

Nora turned around, considering.

“Are you sure? This one may be… very expensive, actually.”

“Yes, I'm sure.”

If this man will be taking this kind of house, Nora would have so much more paper to do, also checking if he can surely afford this house. His name has to be checked by another person. So much bureaucracy…

“I'm sorry for being late, I had to run a little to get here.”

The image of the man taking her field of view takes Nora out of her thoughts. Quickly, she also takes off the little smile that was weirdly built with it.

“Wow, this city is huge, isn't it?” Besides the clothes, his appearance was almost exactly like yesterday. If it is possible, Nora could surely say that he traveled time from the moment that he left her workplace to this very moment. Even if it's noticeable the run that he had, a little sweat drop at his forehead made it clear.

“Huh? Yes, yes. Huge.” She awkwardly says, still trying to focus “But you get used to it with time if you're really gonna live here.” She politely says.

“Yes, I suppose” His smile never leaves his face.

“You take every new client to cozy places like this, Ms. Allen?” He said, looking around, analyzing the details in the building.

“No, just the important ones.” She casually answered.

“Oh, so flattering to know I'm one of the important ones to you” turning his eyes back to her, he chuckled, settling down in the chair, putting his arm at the back of it, taking all the place with his body, looking too comfortable at the situation. If he was not a client, Nora would think that he was flirting.

“So, you looked at the files that I gave to you?” Nora sayed while taking a sip of her already cold coffee.

“Yes, it took me all night to consider the options, but I'm still not sure… what do you think?” He takes out of his bag the folder that

She gave yesterday, putting down some pictures of the most expensive houses in the town.

“Well…” She pointed to the picture of one of the houses in the folder. “This one is situated in one of the best neighborhoods of central city.”

“I don't know… It seems too obvious. And I can't trust just a paper saying it's a good neighborhood. Tell me, what is the average security of Central City? Do you consider your street safe?”

Nora takes a moment to consider.

“Me and my family never had trouble there, never heard about any robbery occuring.”

“Family? Oh. Such a lovely family, I bet. It's important to keep the ones we care about safe, isn't it?”

“Yes, of course. One of the most important things, I guess. If anything happened to my son I don't know what I would be capable of.”

“You seem like a great mother.” His kind smile warmed up Nora's heart, that beat at the wrong pace once.

He looks up, and the smile fades away.

“Shit…”

Nora turned around to see what he stared at, there's the clock.

“Its already so late? Huh…” He stands up “I'm sorry, Allen, I took so long to find this place.” He takes his bag “can I see you tomorrow?” he double checked the clock “at the…” He looked at the flyers “the blue front door house? 10pm?” He steps back “great! See you tomorrow!”

She couldn't even say a word. They barely discussed the houses. She should offer him a coffee, so then he would be forced to stay. But also, this cheap coffee? And invite a new guy to a brand new cafe that just opened? Brilliant. Damn, she can't go tomorrow, there's already a client to see… guess this one is more important. The other just had complaints about the house. She can try to call him to reschedule the meeting, but judging by the way this man runs from one place to another, he probably won't answer. damn It. Why did this man just runned out?

#Barry whump?#kinda?#READ THE TAGS!!#crackship #:P #the flash fanfiction

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drheidikling · 1 year ago

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Common Triggers for Anxiety and How to Navigate Them by Heidi Kling Ph.D.

Anxiety triggers are specific situations or actions that induce feelings of fear, worry, and unease. Some triggers can come from within, such as medical conditions or excessive caffeine use; other sources could include significant life changes.

Moving, getting married, or changing careers are everyday stressors that may trigger anxiety symptoms in some individuals. Learning how to recognize and address anxiety triggers will help keep anxiety symptoms under control. Dr. Heidi Kling

1. Conflicts with Others

There are various causes of anxiety, such as disputes between people, from dealing with difficult coworkers or partners to an argument over finances or even having difficulty sleeping due to anxiety-inducing scenarios. Anxiety can quickly turn into fearful feelings that impair one's ability to cope effectively in stressful situations.

Heidi Kling PhD, points out that recognizing and managing anxiety requires working closely with a mental health professional. Psychotherapy techniques like cognitive behavioral therapy and exposure response prevention may help, while your physician may prescribe medication. Complementary therapies like mindfulness and yoga may help identify and address anxious thoughts and behaviors while developing coping strategies.

Certain circumstances can increase your risk of anxiety, such as childhood trauma or genetics. Significant life changes such as moving, marrying, and changing jobs often trigger feelings of inadequacy or insecurity; creating an action plan is often helpful in making them easier to navigate.

2. Negative Thoughts About Yourself

Personal triggers may include thoughts, memories, and sensations that trigger anxiety based on fears that something will go wrong or feeling judged by others. They could also indicate post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or specific phobias.

Conflicts between friends or family members are a frequent source of anxiety. At the same time, financial concerns such as high housing costs or difficulties saving for retirement can generate considerable tension for many individuals.

If you are experiencing anxiety, consulting a mental health professional may be beneficial in terms of both identifying triggers and developing effective coping mechanisms to combat them. A therapist can provide invaluable assistance by helping identify triggers and developing plans to cope with them.

Heidi Kling Ph.D., suggests that journaling can help identify personal triggers. When negative thoughts arise, catch them immediately and ask yourself whether the thought is realistic and helpful; otherwise, try replacing it with positive ones. Furthermore, practicing self-care includes eating a well-balanced diet, engaging in regular physical activity such as walking or yoga classes, restricting caffeine and alcohol intake, and getting enough restful sleep.

3. Money Issues

Stressful bills, debt, living paycheck to paycheck, or having an uncertain income can significantly raise your risk for anxiety symptoms like fast heartbeats, sweaty palms, and difficulty making decisions. Many who suffer from financial anxiety find relief through debt consolidation options or budgeting apps, as well as consulting with a financial advisor on developing an approach for getting out of debt.

Sharing financial concerns with trusted friends or family can put things in perspective, as keeping these problems to yourself may make them seem impossible and lead to depression, social withdrawal, and physical ailments such as headaches or stomachaches.

Heidi Kling Ph.D., highlights that when entering into a relationship, money discussions must be tackled early if one partner tends to save while the other spends; discussing these differences and agreeing on how you will manage finances together are paramount if tension and deep fractures in relationships are to be avoided.

4. Social Situations

Anxiety triggers can range from social gatherings or public speaking events to specific thoughts or behaviors such as caffeine consumption. By understanding their triggers, anxiety sufferers can avoid events altogether or take steps to prepare themselves.

According Heidi Kling psychologist., Negative life events such as divorce or the loss of a loved one can trigger anxiety. A stressful workplace or educational environment, high housing costs, and unsteady employment (particularly among marginalized communities), as well as living in an untidy or chaotic home, can all increase levels of anxiety.

If you're having difficulty with anxiety, keeping a journal may help identify patterns and recognize when anxiety emerges. Also beneficial may be talking to a counselor or therapist about them as this will provide valuable insight while teaching you coping tools and techniques to overcome your triggers. Lastly, know that you're not alone - community services and government offerings exist to support those suffering from their anxiety; for those experiencing more severe symptoms, it might be worthwhile to consider speaking with a mental health specialist for treatment options.

5. Public Speaking

No matter what your anxiety triggers are, you can take steps to manage them and learn to control your symptoms. An excellent place to begin is by identifying those situations that cause anxiety for you and developing practical coping skills, such as avoiding crowded places, restricting caffeine and alcohol intake, or changing negative thought patterns with psychotherapy. For added success, try systematic desensitization, which involves gradually exposing yourself to situations until they no longer trigger anxiety; mental health professionals trained in this technique can assist.

As per Heidi Kling Ph.D., occasional feelings of anxiety are expected; however, when they begin interfering with daily activities and have an adverse impact, seeking professional treatment is necessary. A doctor will first discuss your symptoms before performing a physical examination to identify any physical causes and before offering medication or psychotherapy referrals. You can get assistance through K Health! It's the first step toward living more effectively!

#dr heidi kling #heidi kling psychologist

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superstrangerthings · 3 years ago

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Sweetheart

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie and Y/N have been flirting hard for weeks now, will tonight finally be the night that something more happens?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Lots of flirting, slight dom!Eddie, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, no condom, creampie

Author’s note: I’m back baby and ready to start smutting again

In the front of the car, Steve and Robin were once again arguing about something - probably women related. Usually, you would be all for joining in, they were your best friends after all, but tonight you had other things on your mind. You were currently on your way to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas from the school. More specifically, the Hellfire Club. And that meant, it was time to see Eddie Munson, the fearless, lovely, and incredibly hot leader of the club.

The two of you had been shamelessly flirting now for weeks; in class, in the hallways, around the town, and of course, when picking up the boys from their D&D sessions. At this point, if the flirting continued much longer, you’d just assume that you’ve made a new friend rather than anything more serious. Which would be great too, but maybe this would finally be the day that the flirting turned into something more…

“Y/N!” Robin’s shout tore you from your daydreams and back into reality.

“Sorry, I - uh, yes?”

“We were just discussing the highlights,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke, “of Stevie’s dating life. What’s got you so quiet? You’re usually all ears for these kinds of delights.”

Steve scoffed. “She’s obviously thinking about her next flirt battle with Eddie Munson.”

Robin laughed knowingly, “Of course! Who will come out on top this time? Or will there actually be any coming on top at all?”

“Hey!” You tried to be serious, but couldn’t help laughing along. “It’s all just good fun, you know.”

“Whatever you say.” Steve and Robin both raised their hands in mock defeat.

It wasn’t long until you parked and the three of you made your way over to the pillars by the school entrance. The sky had mostly gone dark, but the dull lamps allowed for an eerie glow to float through the cold air of the parking lot. You could almost see your breath in the air in front of your face. That meant that Steve was going to whine about you staying outside talking to Eddie for too long, which was a bummer.

All of a sudden, the school doors burst open with a flurry of energy. The boys all crowded out of the doorway in a mad rush of shouts and shoves and laughter. Dustin, Mike and Lucas all said hi to you as they walked past and made their way into Steve’s car, or at least that was what Steve was trying to get them to do. But you weren’t focusing on that at all, because the main event had just begun.

“Hello sweetheart.” Eddie grinned as he waltzed out the door, behind all the other boys, and made his way over to the pillar you were leaning against.

“And who said that I was your sweetheart?” You replied with a smirk hidden behind faux shock.

“Well you see,” holding onto the pillar with one hand, he swung round until his face was just above yours, “I would have sent a formal application, but my stationary set doesn’t come until next week and I didn’t want to wait that long.”

Suppressing your schoolgirl giggles was difficult, you were trying to remain sexy, but not clamping your thighs together at his words was even harder. His face was only inches away from your own, and the way that he looked down at you with those big eyes…

“If you had asked you could’ve borrowed mine!” You exclaimed playfully. “I’m always available to help my favourite Dungeon Master.”

“Will’s feelings are going to be hurt.” Mike was shouting over from Steve’s car. You then turned to realise that they were all watching your interaction with Eddie from the car. Apart from Steve who, as per usual, was being a bit more cautious and so was standing just outside the car, ready to pounce into action if he so needed.

“Actually Y/N,” your head whipped back round to listen to Eddie, “I could do with some of your help, now that you’ve so kindly offered.”

You smiled widely, “Of course Mr Munson.” A fake curtsy made him laugh.

“You see, I missed our last one, or five, math classes, and I need some help with catching up.”

Excitement raced through your veins as you realised this might actually be your shot. It was slightly dampened though by the worry that maybe this was just the two of you becoming friends rather than anything more.

“I don’t know when you’re free, but let me just check.” Eddie looked comically hard at his watch. “Yeah, I have nothing else to do this evening. Only if that suited you?”

He reached out to lightly brush his fingertips on your upper arm. The breath caught in your throat as you willed your expression not to betray the feeling between your legs that was becoming less and less avoidable.

Embarrassingly, you had to clear your throat before continuing, “I think that should suit me just fine.” You smiled even though you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips, thinking about what else you could be doing with your mouth.

Eddie grinned back down at you and then looked up towards Steve. “Harrington, I hope you don’t mind if I borrow this lovely lady for a while. Don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets home perfectly safe.”

Steve squinted at the two of you briefly before reiterating, “Perfectly safe Munson, or else.”

You glanced briefly at the boys and Robin to wave goodbye when you realised that they were all making over the top kissing faces out the windows. You giggled to yourself and just hoped that Eddie didn’t see them. Finally you waved to Steve, “I’ll let you know when I’m home safe momma Steve, don’t worry.” He rolled your eyes, but still sent you a smile before getting into the car and driving off.

Eddie lightly gripped your hand, as if asking your permission. “On we go Miss Y/L/N.”

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Eddie’s trailer was empty when you arrived, thankfully. You didn’t really fancy having to stay quiet if anything did happen between the two of you. The night had fully come in now and there weren’t many lights on in the surrounding trailers. Usually, you wouldn’t feel so comfortable in a situation like this but there was something about Eddie that made you at ease.

“Welcome to casa del Munson.” Eddie said with that perpetual grin, swinging the door open for you with ease.

“And what a wonderful abode it is.” All of a sudden you didn’t really know what to do with yourself. You’d stepped into the trailer, but you were still trying to figure all of this out. Was this friendly or was it something a bit more? Should you try to initiate or wait for Eddie to do something? Thankfully, you weren’t left in the lurch for too long.

“My math books are in my bedroom, if you don’t mind sitting in there with me?” Underneath his smirk there was a look of searching, searching to make sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable.

“Lead the way.” You threw him a wide smile to let him know that this was more than fine with you.

You followed him into the bedroom. Your heart was beating so loud, it was all you could hear. In an attempt to distract yourself you walked over to the guitar hanging on the wall.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?”

Before you could even nod, Eddie was standing so close behind you that any movement would leave the two of you pressed together. He reached out, you thought to touch the guitar but then he gently put his fingers under your chin. His fingers slowly led you to look up at his face. His eyes bored down into yours, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. The air in the room seemed to thicken, and heat up, considerably.

“Sweetheart.” His tone of voice made your knees weak. “Please just say stop if I’ve got the wrong idea.”

His lips were only a handful of inches away from your own. Your skin felt like it was going to sizzle off your bones if you waited much longer.

“Please don’t stop.”

And with that, he spun you round to face him and connected your lips with his. One hand was on the back of your neck, the other on your hip, pulling you into him as hard as he could. His tongue had made its way past your lips and was getting entangled with your own. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more alive with energy, you felt his erection pressing into your stomach. It felt as though it was going to burst free from his jeans.

You snaked your hands into, what was now, very little space between you and him, and grabbed him over the fabric. His kissing stopped momentarily for him to let out a deep groan.

“Y/N, fuck, I need you so badly. These weeks of build up have been far too long.” His hand that had been on our neck had now moved down to grab your ass.

“I’m so glad that you wanted this too.” Every word you spoke caused your lips to brush against his, neither of you could bear to move any further away. All the while, your hand was still running up and down his length, small moans falling from his lips.

“Me wanting you started long before these weeks of flirting.”

Before you could ask what he meant, his lips were sucking on your neck. Meanwhile, he pulled your skirt up and placed his fingers over your clothed clit, which made you let out some high pitched moans of your own. It was so hard to focus with him rubbing you vigorously over your panties, but you knew that you needed him naked.

Between moans and shivers of pleasure, you managed to strip him of his denim jacket and hellfire club t-shirt. He took a small step back, and your eyes couldn’t study his naked torso fast enough. This was more than you could have ever imagined.

“Strip for me Y/N.” He said as he began to unbutton his jeans.

Without any hesitation, you seductively pulled your sweatshirt over your head to reveal a black lacy bralette. His jeans were now off, his hand taking over your job of touching him through his underwear.

“Is it bad that I wore this specially?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you playfully squeezed your boobs.

He tore his eyes from your chest to smirk at you. “Bad wouldn’t be the word I would use. Naughty perhaps, but I can always punish you another time.”

You felt as though you could just melt into a puddle on the floor. Continuing the stripping, next was your skirt, then shoes and socks, leaving you just in the matching underwear set.

“Shit Y/N, I could blow my load right now just looking at you.” He stepped forward again to put a hand on your lower back and pull you into a passionate kiss. Breaking free for just a moment, he pulled the bralette over your head and groaned at the sight of you.

“Eddie, let me help you now. That’s what I came here to do after all.” You gave him a fake look of innocence before winking and sinking down onto your knees.

“Oh fuck, I thought the hardest thing was having to hold myself together around you before this, but this is a whole new level of struggling.” He let out a choked laugh.

You smiled back up at him. “Well, let’s just say, I’m glad that I don’t have a finite amount of orgasms.”

Something about hearing how much you wanted him too, made him twitch uncontrollably in his underwear. You took that as your cue to pull them down. Eddie let out a small gasp as his dick was finally freed from its constraints. Your head spun with lust as you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

You grabbed his dick at the base, and swallowed the rest of his length into your mouth. Without thinking, he grabbed onto the back of your head and moaned lowly. You were glad that Eddie was so vocal for you, and made a mental note to make him moan as much as possible.

Bobbing your head and your hand with the same motion was making his thighs shake as you held them with your free hand. His precum was salty on your tongue. Your self control was waning as your lustful thoughts screamed for you to make him cum in your mouth right now.

As if reading your mind, Eddie slowly pulled himself out of your mouth and helped you to stand up. “If you do that much longer, we’re going to miss out on the grand finale.” He let out a shuddering breath. “Lie on the bed for me sweetheart.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The sheets were cold against your back, but the feeling was more than welcome as your skin still felt like it was burning. Eddie slowly pulled your panties down your legs, letting the cold air rush in and hit your soaking pussy.

“Oh Y/N, is this really all for me?”

“Of course it is, you don’t think these weeks of build up have been agony for me too?” You joked. “I need to give my right hand a break.”

Eddie’s eyes flared up with lust. “Now that’s something I want to see, but for right now I can help with your rest.”

Before you knew it, two of his fingers were pushing into your entrance. You had no control over the noises that were leaving your mouth at that moment. Everything exploded into a blur of pleasure.

“Fast and hard or slow and deep?” He asked, pushing his fingers slowly into you until his knuckles were pressing against your skin.

“I need you Eddie,” you moaned, “please give it to me fast.”

You didn’t have to wait long before your pussy was getting pounded. You clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid that screaming might be a bit too much.

“Let it all out sweetheart. I’ll deal with any complaints later.”

You looked down at his perfect face, so focused on making sure you felt good. Removing your hand from your mouth, you grabbed the sheets. Everything felt so good, almost too good. His fingers, his hair bouncing against your thighs, his other hand on your ass holding you steady.

“Shit, I’m going to cum.” You tried to lower your volume to no avail.

“Please cum all over me Y/N, I want to feel you clenching on my fingers.”

The last straw was when you saw him mindlessly thrusting his own hips into the bed, so desperately wanting you. Your orgasm ripped through your body as you began to convulse, and yet Eddie didn’t slow one bit. Pleasure made you dizzy as your orgasm seemed to last forever. Eventually you had to grasp Eddie’s hands to stop him.

“I’m going to pass out if you keep going like that.” You said through heavy breaths.

He moved up the bed to kiss you deeply. His hips rest on the back of your thighs as you raise your legs instinctively to let him in. The tip of his dick running up and down your entrance made you squirm with anticipation, but you also didn’t want to break from the kiss. So instead, you pushed your heels into his lower back and guided him towards your pussy.

“Such a needy girl, I love it.” Eddie grinned. His dick was throbbing against your entrance.

“And you’re not needy?”

“I never said that.” And then he was sliding deep inside you. Guttural noises came from the both of you, prompting you to resume making out. By the time Eddie was fully inside you, you were already bucking your hips up in search of more friction.

His lips broke away from yours, and in anticipation of his question you said, “I need you to fuck me as hard as you can Eddie Munson. I need you to make me your sweetheart.”

From the look on his face, you almost thought he’d cum just from that. But then his hips were driving himself hard and fast inside you. Your hands gripped his back harshly, sure to leave him marked up for some time. One of his hands was beside your head while the other gripped onto your boob, as if he needed it for even more leverage.

You could feel every sensation from the pressure of his lips on yours, to his sheets tickling your back, to the bruising force of his hips thrusting into you. Ecstasy filled every part of your body, centring on the feeling of Eddie’s raw dick dragging in and out of your pussy.

He felt you tighten as if you were on the verge of orgasm again, so he stopped kissing you and looked deeply into your eyes once again.

“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that you’ll be leaking for a week, but I need you to cum for me too sweetheart. I need it right now.”

Then the dams broke, your back arched, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and all of your muscles convulsed with pleasure. Mid orgasm you felt Eddie’s dick spurting uncontrollably inside you, his groans so deep that you felt them in your bones.

As you both came down from your extraordinary highs, Eddie slowly pulled out of you and fell onto the bed beside you, making sure to still remain close.

“You weren’t kidding about the amount of cum. I can already feel it coming out of me.” You giggled.

He leant over so that his face was in view. Carefully he held your cheek in his hand, his eyes running up and down your face while he smiled.

“Well before I get you a towel for that predicament, can I ask you something?” He asked sweetly. You nodded, hoping that it wasn’t anything bad. “Would you like to, maybe, make this more of a regular thing?”

You felt slightly deflated, but would still be glad to spend more time with him. “You mean like friends with benefits?”

“I was thinking more like… boyfriend and girlfriend?”

A grin spread across your face and you pulled him in for a kiss.

“I’d like that very much.”

#stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munsion x reader smut #dom eddie munson

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ayamturd · 4 years ago

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bisexual│mcyt hc

warnings: small mentions of hate, fluff

prompt: (requested 1 & 2) “Hello uh I saw one of your posts about the dream smp reacting to you coming out so I was wondering if you haven't already done it can you do dream smp reacting to you coming out as bisexual?”

“Hello yamturd so I was wondering if maybe you could do tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo reacting to reader coming out as bisexual or lesbian if you haven't already done it :)”

pairings: irl platonic! dream, ranboo, tommy and tubbo ; c!technoblade

a/n: if i offend or misinterpret anything in this hc, please feel free to message and correct me otherwise. i will always try to correct or delete this post if asked so <33

sending my love to all those who identify as bisexual <33

wc: (1.5k) - m.list

dream -

considering his prideful personality sometimes, you probably wanted to play with his ego and drop subtle hints

not anything too obvious, but enough to make him kick himself when he realizes

though it was admittedly difficult since he plays into the dnf ship so much that he thinks you’re also joking more than half the time

imagine you two were in a voice call one evening and randomly discussing the recent fanon and what would be funny to turn into canon (to mess with the fandom)

you’ve been recently shipped with two other content creators, both of opposing female and male gender, separately and together

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “Which one?” “Both.”

He’d laugh, but you didn’t.

“Wait, you’re serious? You actually identify as…?” “Bisexual. Yeah, I’m pretty sure anyway.” “Y/n, that’s amazing.”

takes pride in the fact that you trust him, but would feign being upset that you messed with him for as long as you did

be jokingly offended if he found out someone knew before him

“Wait…” “Yes?” “You told Bad??” “Yeah, he was one of the first.” “W— Why??”

It was your turn to laugh while he gawked in disbelief.

“It’s Bad! Of course I told him.” “… Fair enough.”

hate is a given, and he’ll always be there to support and defend you

he’ll always ask your permission before taking any action, however, because he respects you too much and knows you can fight your own battles

dream is someone will show relentless support, whether that be through words or moral support, he’ll always be there for you

c!technoblade -

i honestly feel like you never officially came out to techno

as you began to recognize yourself as bisexual, you slowly expressed yourself around him more openly to the point where he unconsciously knew

it’d probably would have hit him in the most random moment after months of assuming he knew

imagine you’re in the midst of battle when techno paused entirely with wide eyes

“Y/n!” “What!?” “Are you gay??”

you would tease him when discussing your love life in one-sided conversations with him; him basically choosing to ignore you when you talk to him

“Honestly, Techno, how could you not want to hit that?” “Please, just stop.”

(i’ve written this before but will stand by this that) he truly doesn’t care for your sexuality

you’re a friend, someone he trusts and relies on, he doesn’t need to consider who you’re attracted to since he sees you for your skills and friendship

the only, and only time he is mindful of your sexuality depends on others unnecessary comments about it

the smp is a known judgement free land, but there will always be someone with ignorant opinions that he is always quick to shut down (or kill)

nothing much can be said besides the fact that you’ll always be y/n to him: a loyal friend and someone he would fight the world for

ranboo -

oh sweet ranboo, dear ranboo

considering how openly supportive and kind he naturally is, you didn’t question the idea of telling him

i’d like to imagine that unlike most where you planned or waited to tell, the moment you knew, he would know soon after

imagine you called him before he began his lore stream to hype him up

you both were talking about more mundane things to calm his nerves as people joined when you brought it up

“Oh actually, before you start, I wanted to tell you something.” “Sure, what is it?” “Well, I— I’m Bisexual.” “…You’re tELLING ME THIS WHEN I’M ABOUT TO START MY STREAM??” “Y/n! I’m so happy for you, that’s amazing!”

he’s incredibly patient concerning how you wanted others to know or when you were ready to be completely out

similar to c!techno with the same beliefs you’re still y/n, and nothing has changed besides you coming out as yourself

he’s your go to when days are rough, because he knows how to help you understand you’re still loved as the same y/n and nothing less

“Hey, hey, listen to me. I love you, y/n. We all do, and you’ll never be alone when things get rough, alright?” (love /p)

knows how to silently deal with hate in his chat unless it becomes evident enough to address it (doesn’t want to bring attention to meaningless words until it becomes serious)

ranboo’s your rock and makes show that he’ll never believe anything other than that you deserve love

tommyinnit -

as someone who took pride in defending the LGBTQ+ community, you had no hesitation when coming out to tommy

if any, your reluctance would come from accepting yourself to the point to be open with other people

it’s not as if he didn’t accept you, he could never imagine doing so in the slightest, but he probably wouldn’t know what to say initially

imagine you both were in the midst of playing bedwars together in a recording for a video

he had been busy gathering emeralds while you remained at the base, and the comforting silence gave you the confidence to blindly address it

“Hey Tommy?” “What, y/n? I’m in the middle of something right now.” “Oh, um, I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual.” “…” “…Tommy?” “…” “T— Tommy?”

it’d be dead quiet for a few seconds before you heard the noise of him rustling in realization

“Wait wait wait, you’re serious? You’re bisexual?” “Haha yeah, yeah, I am.” “WHA—!”

he was happy for you, to say the least

tommy loves to joke, and one he loved to make would be your attraction to both genders

you like women? pog!

you like men? a shame, honestly

if you were publicly out, his favorite bit would be to include you in his obnoxious swooning

imagine he was streaming while talking about his love for women

“Boys, honestly, the ladies just can’t resist me.”

The ding of discord notified you entering the call, the sound of your laughter immediately coming through.

“I agree, Tommy, I definitely agree.” “Y/n! You are attracted to women, and I am also attracted to women. You can agree women are amazing, yes?” “I can, Tommy. Women are indeed amazing.” “Good lad!” “Tommy, you do realize I’m not only attracted to w—” “Shush, we don’t speak of that.”

he showed his support by normalizing your sexuality, his acceptance quick and easily integrated into your lives

(this is getting long but—) tommy was well aware he lacked some knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community, but openly voiced his ignorance as a sign of awareness itself

he was always quick to correct either himself or others, he refused to accept slander of any type in his streams

would probably try to keep it light heartedly, but scold nonetheless

tommy was your figurative cheerleader, always there to include and uplift you, whether that be through the smallest gestures or loudest cheers

tubbo -

poor tubbo

since he wasn’t the most careful with secrets, you probably withheld telling him till you were ready for most to know

this isn’t to deter anything of not trusting him, he’s still supportive and loving tubbo that wouldn’t dare do anything purposeful against you

if anything, you might have forgotten that he didn’t know when you were casually taking about it within a group

imagine you and Ranboo were trying to get him to sleep one early morning but gave up

you started talking about personal stuff and the topic of your love life came up, specifically the attraction to someone of the same gender

“I don’t know, Ranboo, I mean, I think I like them but at the same time I’m not sure.” “That’s fai—” “Wait, y/n. You’re gay??” “Bisexual, actually.” “WaAA—”

his very sleep deprived state was extremely happy and emotional for you

he’s like the little duckling with a knife, like he loves you completely but will try to hurt anyone that offends you

like tommy, he has no personal knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community but will solely learn for your sake

whether you’re younger or not, tubbo never fails to remind you that he looks up to you

he gives his all and won’t hesitate to provide in any way he can if needed

“You matter,” he’ll always say, “you’re important and no one else’s opinion matter.”

is proud to be your friend and expresses his platonic love in full, for you’re you and are so brave to be yourself despite all

choosing not to tag my usual taglist just cause its a headcanon with a specific request <33 (huge ty to @basilly and @inniterhq though for the advice/motivation to finish this)

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lilevixen · 4 years ago

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heyyy, idk if u write bertholdt or are even taking requests, but if u are can i request giving bertholdt an orgasm denial from a f!reader and it’s been like 3 hours that he’s had to hold it? thanks if u can :)

sweet boy

Characters: sub!Bertholdt Hoover x dom!female bodied reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: Reader teaches Bertholdt a lesson after he gets a bit too touchy with them in front of their friends

•WARNING- 18+ CONTENT: orgasm denial, no-contact orgasm, descriptions of oral sex (male receiving), dacryphilia(ish?)•

“Baby, please, I said I was s-sorry!” Bertholdt whined from across the room for what felt like the millionth time that evening. You casted a look of faux boredom over your shoulder from your small wooden desk, trying your best to remain blasé at the mouth-watering sight of your boyfriend still sat criss-cross applesauce completely bare on the bed. He was so good for you, so obedient; his arms never once left from behind his back for entirety of the time you had him there. How long did you have him there? After you two got back from the dining hall, minutes easily spilled into hours in the smudgy haze of repressed lust you had established. The only indicator of how long Berthodlt had been sitting there for, cock upright and twitching for attention, was how absolutely worn out he looked. Every inch of his deep, tan skin was glittering with sweat, cords of muscle in his thighs and abdomen strained beneath his flesh so severely they looked like they could snap any second, his chest heaved erratically as if he had just run a marathon- this was absolute torture for him, you could tell. You would’ve felt bad, if he hadn’t disobeyed you in the first place.

“Huh? I was reading, sweetie. I didn’t hear you,” a bald-faced lie on your part. Your eyes kept tracking over the same paragraph over and over again without absorbing any of the information in your brain, the sweet pleas of your boyfriend claiming all the space in your mind instead. His lip quivered at your persistence in feigning ignorance of his situation and tears quickly filled his dark eyes.

“P-Please! Can you please t-touch me? I need you so bad I think I might e-explode,” he stammered out, his voice meek but desperate, shameless, so needy and you felt it throb between your legs, adding to the arousal already collecting along your inner thighs. Despite how incredibly turned on you were, you let out a slow sigh hiss past your lips as if you were getting irritated.

“Well, you got to touch me plenty, sweets. In front of everyone, just like I asked you not to,” excitement overtook your annoyance some time ago, but what you brought up was a genuine point of contention. From the very beginning you made it clear you wanted your relationship to be private. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him or anything, you just hated all the unnecessary attention couples garnered, all the mindless gossip and speculation of who plays what role, the whispers, the stares. And once Bertholdt had gotten comfortable with you, always seeking your touch like a love sick little puppy, you knew this was something that needed to be discussed. He agreed at the time, ‘if it means I get to be with you, I guess it’s okay,’ he said, but as things progressed he would give away your relationship in little ways. At first it was just the way he would look at you (which was only natural given your feeling for each other, you supposed), staring at your lips for a little too long when you spoke, a little twinkle of fondness in his warm eyes. You let this slide, because it was minimal and no one seemed to notice. But slowly, he started doing more and more things that you had to call him out on, resting his head on your shoulder, using his thumb to tenderly swipe crumbs of food off your face, nearly calling you baby- until finally, tonight in the dining hall while having supper with your friends, he practically announced you two were together by kissing your hand when you burnt it on a scalding bowl of soup. Porco was too involved with his food to notice, but you could feel Reiner and Annie’s eyes hovering over you as if you were an alien. Too embarrassed to handle their reactions, you excused yourself to your room and quickly left before they even had a chance to say anything, Bertholdt obviously right on your heels. He tried to embrace you and kiss you and apologize to make it all better, but his penchant for physical affection was what got you in this situation in the first place. So that’s when you decided to give him a little time-out. Even though, your edge was starting to wear down after hearing him whine out for you for so long.

“I know! I-I just don’t like seeing you get hurt! I didn’t think they were looking at us, I’m sorry Y/N!” he choked out, squirming against the air as if that would provide some sort of relief. “I’m s-so hard for you it feels like ‘m gonna pass out.”

“Oh really? And what do you want me to do about that?” You asked in a snarky tone to mask the unadulterated lust pulsing through you, going back to fake-reading your text book.

“I want you to touch me! I want to feel you, any part of you, until I cum over and over…” you could hear the thought in his voice as he got lost in what he was describing, and you didn’t need to turn around to know he was biting his lip with his head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted. Another hot rush of arousal swirled in deep in your stomach.

“You know I can’t do that, baby,” you said against your own body’s command.

“Y-Yes you can! I promise I’ll be good from now on, I w-won’t hold your hand or kiss you or hug you in front of anyone again! Just please, I need you Y/N,” maybe it was your own excitement, or how fucking good he sounded begging for you like a pitiful little boy, but this finally broke your resolve. It would be cruel to let him stay there like that all night, anyway. You pushed yourself out of your seat and made your way to Berthdolt’s trembling form on the bed. Even you just getting closer to him caused his heavy breathing to pick up pace.

“How do you want me, my sweet boy?” you purred, laying down flat on your stomach before his lanky body so that his dick towered above you like a skyscraper.

“A-Any way,” he looked down at you beneath his dark, fluttering lashes, swiveling his hips in anticipation of your touch. You let out a soft scoff.

“Be specific or I can’t help you~,” you said with a sweet lilt in your voice, harsh words laced with honey. His eyes blew open wide at your threat to leave him a writhing, unfulfilled mess for even longer than you already had.

“Can you take me in your mouth? Please?” A new wave of blush spread across his cheeks as he said this, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“There you go, baby,” you giggled. You guided your featherlight fingertips along the slick muscle of his thighs, causing him to tense up immediately, and you could actually see the thrum of his heartbeat racing beneath his skin in faint flits. He was so sensitive by now you didn’t doubt he would explode just like he said before. Your fingers playfully walked along the slope of his legs, working their way inwards, and you teased them to a gradual stop mere inches from where he needed you most. He was panting like a dog at this point, chest rising and falling violently as he looked down at you, jaw slack and eyes cloudy with frustrated tears.

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” You dragged your tongue along your lower lip and leaned in close to his pulsating cock so that your breath fanned across his shaft, digging your fingers into the tendons of his inner thigh. He gasped, the shock of you finally gracing him with some sort of stimulation overwhelming his worked-up body, and a throb of pleasure shot through his dick with such alarming intensity that you could see it expand in his veins and swell at the tip. You blinked up at him, a bit startled yourself. He was so close already and you barely even touched him… Maybe you didn’t even need to touch him.

“U-Uhuh!” He nodded frantically, tears now spilling down his flushed face and drool dribbling down his chin; the sight would’ve been sad if it wasn’t so fucking hot. You massaged your fingertips into the thin, sweat-slicked skin on either side of his balls and slowly moved your lips upwards so that they were ghosting the hot, leaking head of his penis. His whole body shuddered underneath you, hips eagerly twitching to meet your lips, but only mildly, timidly, making it clear he was still completely under your control.

“I bet you’ve been imagining this for so long, my lips around your cock, feeling me squeeze you in my throat,” you hummed, your lips just barely brushing his dickhead as you spoke, and to him the vibration of your voice and the warm flutters of your breath against him felt just as sensational as the euphoric grip of your walls after hours of waiting for any kind of attention. This was exactly what you suspected, what you were hoping. He was such a desperate mess that he could get off to just your words and proximity. “Can you feel it? My pretty little mouth drooling around you?”

“A-Ah! Yes!” He cried out, and his stiff cock slapped against his belly eagerly as if he was truly feeling every bit of what you were describing, hell, even you were starting to feel it from his reactions alone, the ache between your legs growing almost painful.

“Does my sweet boy want to cum down my throat?” You kept steady eye contact with him, savoring every bit of watching him crumble before you, intentionally letting your breath pour past your lips in heavy pants, and he bucked into the air with each puff, his abdomen flexed tight and his thighs shuddering.

“Ahaha y-yes please!” He whimpered, the rhythm of his hips gently rising to meet your breath becoming twitchy and unstable, a clear sign that he was on the brink of long-awaited release. A coy smile played at the ends of your lips as you batted your lashed up at him.

“Then cum for me,” and on command, his whole body convulsed under the weight of sweet, sweet climax, at long last, the hugest load you’d ever seen erupting out of him in thick, hot torrents that sprayed right in his face. You were so proud of him, your poor baby, putting up with your little act for hours on end despite yearning for you so immensely that you didn’t even need to touch his cock for him to bust. He just loved you that much and why exactly? You quite honestly didn’t know. You almost felt the need to apologize for treating him so cruelly, but at the end of the day you were trying to teach him a lesson, and based on how he was looking at you, right eye squeezed shut to prevent cum from getting in his eye, body rattling with exhaustion, it was safe to say he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. The least you could do was help him clean up. You got up on your knees and took his clammy face in your hands, gliding your tongue along his salty skin to get rid of all the cum, saliva, tears- whatever fluids were coating his face. When you were done, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, my sweet boy.”

A/N:

HEYYY LOVELIESSS💓💓 here’s my first official completed request (woohoo)!!! Bertholdt is not usually a character I would accept writing but this request kinda had me GRRRR ya know (thank you for that anon, I truly hope you’ll enjoy this! This was my first time writing orgasm denial too so idk if i did it right NAKWKA)? BUTTT yeah here ya go, bloop ilyyyy

~Bunny

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