#without any good explanation whatsoever

[kissforyouu]

too much ☆

pairing : sugar daddy!jungkook x fem!reader

genre : smut , fluff

warnings : sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship , implied age gap (reader 20s, jk 30s) , size kink, BIGGGG DDDD (9 inches) , choking , groping , d riding , daddy kink , hickeys , slapping , creampie , panty sniffing , use of petnames (angel, doll, baby, sweetheart) , he talks u thru it , squirting , anal penetration , slight dacryphilia , he gets off to her orgasming , the whole point is he’s too big for her

Today was the day.

You’re so determined to do it. You can do it. Yes, you can.

You were fully prepared, laying on your sugar daddy's expensive ass master bed, wrapped in white lace like a little present for him to unwrap. You looked as if you were a sweet angel fallen into his room filled with all things black and the only thing light being the white walls. And the little parts of you you'd leave hanging around. like makeup, books, clothes, etc. etc.

Too excited, that's what you were. but also nervous, in a way, but you had one goal for tonight. And that was to fit your sugar daddy's cock inside and ride him.

There was a very evident size difference between the two of you. Him being 6ft tall already gave it away, but to add to the list you stood at 5'2ft. He was big in every possible area you could think of, even his cock was massive. fuck. His palm could easily cover your asscheek perfectly without any flesh slipping out. He was a tall successful man with broad shoulders and a muscular body. Thick thighs, big arms—everything you liked in a man.

In addition to that, he was rich. So so rich that he offered you to be his sugar baby. You both met at the mall. So excitedly you went through all the cute dresses you could wear, but definitely not afford. You were still in college. No further explanation needed.

“Ah! this, er, maybe that? don't know!” You were on facetime with your friend, reviewing all the cute dresses you would buy if you had the money. Delusional!

“Nah, nah, nah, the purple one with butterflies would look so good on you!” Your friend squeals, making you squeal back. You might be making too much noise in ths store, but you didn't care.

“You know what would look good with this dress? a cute cardigan and I’d pair this up with some gold hoops."

“Hmm, sounds really pretty”, your friend answered.

“Wish i had the money though...” there was a pout formed on your lips when you look back at the prize tag.

Somehow, your friend ended up having to leave the call due to some work. You end the call, ready to exit the store with absolutely no bags whatsoever. But someone, a man, stops you.

And then he asks you the most out of the blue question ever.

“Want me to buy you that dress?”

That was how it all started. He offered you to become his sugar baby after a full day spent at the mall of him buying you random things. At first, you said no. But he gave you time to decide and also kept sending you gifts over and over. At the end, you agreed. To be fair, you expected him to be the most obscene, rude, horrid man ever. But he's actually...pretty nice. sweet. caring.

Your relationship was 50/50. All you had to do was to take care of that man emotionally, shower him with love which you'll gladly do and also have bomb ass sex with him and he'll pay off all your bills and buy you a shit ton of things in return. The sex wasn't even a topic brought up at first, he didn't need that kind of favour. Just needed a pretty baby to spoil who'll love him in return. The sex just happened on a random friday night. Ever since, you've been getting the best dick you've ever had in your entire life. But there was one problem.

He was too big.

And you were too small.

Sure, the sex was so good and he always made sure to make you cum at least twice each time. It was so good that you couldn't even count the stars rotating around your head each time you orgasmed. But one thing that always managed to bother you...was he satisfied? Because of the obvious size difference, it was hard to fit him inside. Most of the time you’d end up stopping him because it hurt. He won't even be fully in when that happens. Although he always reassured you that he's far more than satisfied with you, you still wouldn't buy it.

But today, you’re going to do it. Gonna make all of him fit inside and give him the orgasm he deserves.

You laid on your back with your eyes fixed on the pattern of the ceiling, feet kicking in the air as you mindlessly waited for him to return home.

But a flirtatious whistle catches you off guard. you immediately rise back up from the bed, eyes darting to the man leaning against the door frame looking at you with a smug look.

“Jungkook!” you squealed.

“Was wondering where you were.” He makes his way towards you.

“I was here.” you mumble.

“I can see...” he snorts.

He lifts you up to sit on the bed by his hands on your waist, then touching your bare stomach, right above the little lace skirt you were wearing.

“For me?” there's a little smug look on his face.

“Who else would it be for?” there’s a sly smirk on your face, batting your lashes as you spoke.

"hah, you little minx" he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, soon cupping your chin and raising your head up.

"when did you buy this?" his thumb teasingly caresses your lower lip.

"mmm, last week. bought it when i went shopping with mina..."

jungkook snickers, thumb now poking in between your lips. instinctively, you open your mouth for him to easily slide his thumb in between. you let out a muffled giggle, swirling your tongue around his thumb.

you both had wide grins on eachother's faces, fully aware of where this was heading.

you choke on his entire thumb the moment he pushes it all in, his thumb and a part of his hand, stuffing your mouth full. with a little bit of drool slipping out of your mouth, you close your eyes with a hum, but jungkook pulls his hand out.

hurriedly, with a satisfied grin, jungkook begins to unbuckle his belt. but before he could move any further, you were quick enough to stop him, bringing confusion to his face.

"huh?"

"kook, the bed. get on the bed, please." you request.

jungkook raises his eyebrow as your unusual request, but still obeying. he removes his shoes first, then gets on the bed, legs spread and leaning against the headboard as he waits for your next move. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle, excitedly making your way to sit in between his legs.

jungkook, in the other hand, admist his confusion, still couldn't hold back the little smile that threatened to come out. let's just say...this relationship was more than just being a sugar daddy and sugar baby. for him, at least. he'd like to think so.

you push some of your hair back, brushing it along the way and letting it fall down your shoulders as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. pretty, jungkook thinks.

"what're you going to do?" he asks, voice as gentle as ever.

you let out a long hum, fingers struggling to open the zipper of his trousers. he was rock hard, so it was hard to get the zip down. ugh.

jungkook chuckles at your struggles, "want me to take it off for you?"

you shake your head in denial. no. you were gonna do everything tonight with no help from him. with the help of the strong mentality you've set on getting goal done, you manage to successfully pull the zipper off.

you sigh, relieved, but jungkook just laughs at you, almost mockingly.

"what?" you ask.

"nothing, baby, 'just love watching you trying to please me. you're gonna take my cock tonight? hm?" the corner of his lip curves up.

"hmmmm, yes" you're moaning.

jungkook snorts, as if he's not believing you. but he takes off his trousers and boxers, leaving his lower body bare. you're gulping while staring at his erect cock, finally free from the restraints of his white calvein klein boxers. he's already leaking precum.

you lean forward, taking his fat cock in your hands, giving it a few pumps. smearing the precum all over the tip, you use it as lube, pumping his cock again. it barely fits in your hands. you have to use both your hands to hold it.

your ass was up, back slightly arched as you took his cock in your mouth. a muffled moan immediately escapes you, as you slowly slowly take him in deeper in your mouth inch by inch. fuck, was it hard. suddenly getting the urge to cough, you quickly pull him off of your mouth and turn your head around to cough.

"shit, you okay, doll?"

nodding your head in embarrassment, you take hold of his cock again to leave kitten licks all over it. you begin by licking the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over the small alleyway of his cockhead several times. jungkook hisses at the feeling, eyes droopy. happily, you're licking all over his shaft as if it's your favourite ice cream.

you lick a long stripe up his shaft again, then circling your tongue on the dent in his cockhead. pulling away to spit on his cock, you rub your saliva all over the base with both your hands, then taking his cock in your mouth again.

you sink it down your throat further, slobbering all over his cock, saliva gushing out of your mouth and covering his cock full. his hand instinctively lands on the back of your head, caressing your hair and giving your scalp a subtle massage.

you were so beautiful, he thought.

slowly, you move your head up and down his length, sucking his cock in your mouth. his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, causing him to let out a few grunts from here and there. he was surprisingly very vocal during sex. and that just got you even wetter.

"mhm, that's right. taking my cock well, huh? taught you good?" his free hand taps your cheek, feeling his cock against your cheek. your cheeks were hollow, your face felt hot. it was obviously heating up, and so was your pussy. jungkook's hand leaves the back of your head to touch your other cheek, both hands holding up your face now as you took him in your mouth. he grunts, releasing another breath.

you slurp up your saliva on his cock only to spit it back, swiping your tongue on his base. you bob your head on his cock, enjoying all of his moans to the fullest. his thumbs swipe over your cheeks repeatedly, wiping away the small tears that are falling down.

"bet you're soaking right now, hm? fhuck—i can imagine how pretty your panties look right now. drenched and sticking to your pussy? isn't that right, angel?"

you hurry to nod your head, still sucking him in your mouth. fuck, you were so cockdrunk. jungkook knew exactly how to get you riled up. the small touches and caresses, holding your face and hair, he knew you liked that. of course he did. he knew your body like the back of his hand.

"yeah?" he acknowledges your nodding, petting your head. you try to best to flash him a smile, moaning in between. "that's right." his palm lays flat on top of your head again as he pushes your head back down on his cock, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat again.

you're pretty sure it's gonna bruise there.

up! down! up! down! you go, warming his cock up by the insides of your mouth. your right hand is wrapped around the rest of his cock that you can't fit while the other squeezed his balls.

the harder jungkook pushed the more you gagged on his cock. it felt suffocating, but you knew jungkook would never do anything to hurt you. you're whining, clawing his thighs. your eyes rolled to the back of your head followed by a series of cusses coming from jungkook's mouth.

"ohhh, oh, hah, fuck, fuck." his head is thrown back against the headboard of the bed. he lets out a whiny little moan, spilling his load into your mouth. jungkook wipes away your tears once you slip his cock out of your mouth with a pop, reassuring you on how well you did.

"you did so well, angel. took my cock so good." he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to raise your head back up. you looked so fucked out just from his dick in your mouth. it was definitely a huge ego boost for him. as much as he loved seeing you pretty and dolled up for him, this look on you has got to be one of his favourites. naked, sweaty and fucked out from his dick. you were so pretty.

"hmm...", he groans, hand sliding up from your left breast to the back of your neck, pulling you on top of him so that you'd be sitting on his lap. "liked having a mouth full of cock?" he grins mockingly, left arm folded on his back as he rests back on it. you nod your head, eyes still closed. the man chuckles, wiping away the drool on your face and chest. he makes sure to wipe his hand on your asscheek also, then slapping it afterwards.

"good now?" he checks up on you.

"yes. all good." you flash him a toothy smile with a thumbs up. jungkook smiles, tongue poking his cheek. "c'mere." he pulls you closer by your waist and securely wraps his right arm around you. your cheek was resting against his peck while he caressed your hair, giving your scalp a few massages here and there.

jungkook trails kisses from the back of your ear down to your neck, darting his tongue out to lick some areas known to make you moan. "let me take care of you, doll."

your sugar daddy gently lays down your body on the bed, hovering over you quickly. he takes a moment to stare down at you, a stupid little smile brightening up his face. you raise your eyebrow, quick to pick up on that. "what? why're you smiling like that?" you ask.

"why not?" jungkook snickers, he pinches the tip of your cheek, thumb gently caressing it afterwards. you feel your cheeks heat up. leaning into his touch, you smile a little.

jungkook lifts you hips up, angling his cock with your entrance and you almost— almost forget your plan. immediately, you halt and place your hand on his chest with a shake of your head.

"why? something wrong?"

you nod your head, gently pushing the man back.

"what're you doing?" you shush him up with your index finger pressed against his lips and shaking your head. jungkook raises his eyebrow.

"i wanna ride you."

jungkook just stares at you as if you've just told him the craziest thing ever, eyes wide as well. stop. this is making you feel embarrassed. what if he just laughs at you?

"what, you're gonna ride me now?" jungkook couldn't help but laugh a little, but immediately shutting himself up when he sees the frown on your face. "okay, sorry, sorry."

"yeah, i am." your voice came out almost inaudible. you felt so small in his large presence. with his big eyes boring into yours, you feel put on the spot. like. like everyone's looking at you holding a mic to your mouth expecting you to talk.

the corner of his lip slightly twitches up, then he breaks into a smile. big hands land on your hips and effortlessly drags you closer to him, he then lifts your chin up, thumb swiping over your lower lip. "sure you won't hurt yourself?"

"yes, daddy. not gonna hurt." jungkook chuckles at the nickname, finding it amusing. you both never really used the name daddy, just once or twice. although, you can't deny how the nickname gets you feeling sort of...thrilled? aroused? jungkook could say the same.

"daddy, huh?" he clicks his tongue.

you nod your head with a small hum, raising your body up to sit on your knees. "lie down, please."

jungkook listens to your request with a teasing smirk on his face. hah, you wanted to fuck that smirk off of him soooooo bad. he lies down on the bed with two pillows supporting his back and makes himself comfortable. he raises his eyebrow watching your puzzled expression, trying really hard to read your face. his legs are spread, fat cock rock hard and leaking that precum you love so much. you gulp down the drool that was already pooled up in your mouth, eyes darting between jungkook's eyes and his cock.

"what're you waiting for? come fuck me, girl."

and you do.

gliding yourself over his muscular thighs, you settle yourself on top of him, your thighs on each side of his waist. you avert your gaze down to his massive cock, twitching with pre cum leaking from the tip, impatiently waiting for you. you take a long deep breath before raising your body over his thighs, then angling your pelvis over his cock. wrapping your hand around his base, you teasingly rub the tip on your folds. jungkook tugs on his lower lip as your pussy twitches against his tip, both your juices slightly mixed with eachother. you raise your hips up again and this time, a string of wetness appears connecting your hole and his reddened tip.

"fucking nasty. you're soaking." jungkook couldn't help but reach out to touch your pussy one more time. you groan once his thumb harshly rubs on your clit while his fingers sunk into your pussy for a moment. he pulls them out before you could even enjoy the feeling, ending it with a slap on your clit. "go on. get on this dick."

jungkook was such a slut.

the moment you finally sink yourself in, or try to, both of you let out a soft gasp, taking in how genuinely tight it felt.

"god, kook...mh", your chest heaved up and down as you balanced yourself, still not fully sunk in his dick yet. you move your hand down there to spread your pussy lips a little further apart, then pushing yourself down a little further.

jungkook stayed silent watching you struggle for a few seconds before deciding to step in. "you okay? want help?" his fingers caressed from your waist to hips, trying to soothe you. you whine, frustrated, ugh—

"i can't. can't do this—mh, too big!"

you give up.

jungkook clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. he shakes his head, disapproving your decision. "come on, baby. 'know you can do this. you're a hardworking girl. it's okay."

"no, no, no, ahh, can't." you shake your head in denial.

"tsk. no. you're gonna do this. slap my thigh if it's too much, m?" a tear escapes your eye as you finally agree to proceeding to pursue your initial goal. jungkook decides to lend a helping hand by rubbing your clit in various patterns slowly to get you wetter and make it easier for you. "better not cum."

"hmm...", you moan out.

with your throbbing clit being rolled in between the tip of the big man's fingers, you sink your hips down his much bigger dick, eyes widening at the newfound sensation.

"SHIT— oh, mm!" his tip hit your g spot, causing your entire body to tremble a little. the action makes jungkook laugh cockily, his lips forming into a mocking pout.

"gonna cum already? my dick only had to get in? you're that needy?" he slaps your cheeks lightly. you give him nothing but a small enticing glare. jungkook groans and taps your hips as a signal for you to get moving.

your knees buried deep into the bed sheets, you steady yourself before guiding your hips up and down slowly. honestly, it hurt. your walls were so mushy and tight, firmly gripping the base of his cock.

"ah, loosen up, angel. if not, you'll make me cum just from that tightness—shiii."

you try to loosen up your pussy hole, relaxing your entire body but ugh, you just can't do it. with a whine, you continue thrusting yourself downwards on his cock. jungkook adjust himself to you fully— your pussy felt soooo full. so fucking stuffed. his tip reached your womb. you didn't even know having him this deep could be possible. it hurt so bad, yet it felt so good. jungkook's hand reaches behind your back to grab the flesh of your ass and mold it into his liking, slapping and pulling on the flesh.

by now you've learnt how to sit on his dick fully inside. and now, you're doing to fuck it.

"h-haaa—" a breathy moan surpasses through as you begin riding his dick, your walls tightly squeezing in his fat base. your moves were slow and careful, careful trying not to hurt yourself too much. it already hurt so bad, no—burnt. your pussy felt as if it was burning, overwhelmed by the size of his dick. you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly remembering why you've never tried fully taking him in. cause your cunt was too small! and fuck! does it hurt!

still, you try, brushing away the second thoughts. the skin slapping noises grew louder each thrust as you let his cock hit deeper and deeper areas. jungkook was in pure ecstasy. the most attractive woman he's ever seen (he would never never reveal that to you) is riding his dick. he loved every second of it.

his hands cup your tits through the sheer fabric of your skimpy lingerie, thumbing your nipples hard. he could feel your nipples grow harder, he just could. which drove him crazy. jungkook's thumbs swipe on your nipples, swirling the bud around too. the bridge of his nose brush against your collarbone as he leans his face closer to your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

"i fucking love watching you struggle like this." you grip onto his wrist tightly, twisting it around with your nails digging deep into his skin and probably creating scars. thankfully for your wet slick, it progressively got easier for you to slide up and down.

"take this off. mm, now." his fingers toyed with the straps of your skimpy ass top, tugging on the fragile material and pulling on it. you groan, hurriedly taking off the annoying ass top and throwing it away to let it land on wherever.

you breasts were fully bare for him, big and juicy, nipples hard as fuck. you were such an eye candy. he loved—liked everything about you. so fucking hot. he could go insane.

your jaw falls open, shoulder pushed back and chest popped out as you rode his dick. such a pornographc sight. your tits bounced along with each of your jumps. puffy clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust of your hips, his dark pubic brushing against your clit, creating some sort of friction as well. fuuuck.

jungkook caresses your hips, fingertips also dancing across your asscheeks, bringing you a relaxing feeling amidst the heavy workout you're putting yourself through. you slam yourself onto his dick, pussy quite literally splitting into two. you've never fucked someone this hard. this is so crazy, you're actually taking him— you gasp, letting yourself feel out his dick fully.

fuckfuckfuck you could feel his dick tightly smuggled inside your chubby cunt, feeling out the tight clasp of your walls as you literally squeezed him shut. shit, you're scared he wouldn't be able to pull out even. you're squeezing him that tightly. you hold onto his broad shoulders, long manicured nails digging into the skin, probably—most probably leaving marks. you inhale in the musky scent he always has once he gets back from work. you loooveeee it.

"please, i—literally—like, fawwkkkk jungkook!" jungkook hisses, hands messily searching for the discarded dirty panties on the side of the bed. he finally finds them and brings them upto his nose to take a long sniff out of it. a looongg nasty sniff. "you're so dirty, daddy."

his eyes drift from the dirty material to yours in a second. he quickly dropped it off and snakes his arms from under your thighs to hoist you up the bed. you squeel in surprise, arms immediately wrapping around his neck for stability. jungkook looks at you from below, big doe eyes glistening at you as you stared back. you giggle a little once you feel his hand slap your asscheek and grab it again.

jungkook leans forward to envelope your lips in a sweet kiss. you sigh in content, kissing him back passionately as your tongues swirled on eachother. you both were eating out eachothers face so good. moving your heads rhythmically in sync while your nails scratched his back real good. you exchanged saliva, head tilting to various sides as you shared a sloppy messy kiss. so fucking hot.

"mmh, put it in...", you try to reach behind your back and grab his dick but jungkook beats you to it, swatting your hand away. he grips his cock, squeezing the red tip with a hiss. "inside me, daddy." his mind feels fuzzy as he slides his dick inside you again. this time, it enters pretty easy, much easier than before. well, since you're well lubricated and all. you both moan in sync, shoulders dramatically falling down as he fills you up again. you hug his muscular body, gliding up and down his dick once again. second time feels much better than last. shiiiit.

"you're so big. i—" you sigh deeply, whole cunt swallowing his fat dick. "hm, it slips in so easily now." you grunt into his neck, trying to adjust yourself. "yeah, cause you're slippery as shit."

"c'mon, sweetheart." he pats your back as you start over, again. you begin riding his dick once more, this time gripping onto the head of the bed and his head. "you know you're doing so good, yeah? never been more proud of you." you could feel the bone of his nose poke your neck as he inhales your sweaty scent in. jungkook presses tiny kisses all over your neck, down to your collarbone. little kisses all over your collarbone. little hickeys forming all over your collarbone ૮꒰ ⊃ ⸝⸝ ⊂ ꒱ྀིა

yeah you know what, maybe you overestimated yourself. fuck does this hurt. did your pussy get smaller or what. you were squeezing him so tight. so fucking tight.

"koo— haaarrd... 'm struggling." you grunt into his neck.

"lemme take over, then."

"wha—no. i'm fucking you." you refuse his offer quite literally right away.

"you're barely holding on. can't even keep my dick inside without moving around. hm?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, squeezing your cheeks together mockingly. he treated you as if you were a feeble little being who couldn't even complete the simplest task.

nothing simple about this dick.

he made sure his dick was perfectly tucked inside, ready to absolutely break you apart on it.

your pussy suddenly starts pulsating, clenching around his dick repeatedly. jungkook lets out a gruff moan, palm slapping against your waist.

"stop fucking clenching. you gonna cum, yeah? is that what this is?"

"mmmhm, i don't want to cum." you break into a whine into his shoulder. "'s okay, just let it out on me, yeah?" he sneaks his arm in between you guys and sticks his thumb out on your very swollen clit. you flinch once he starts rubbing your clit, and in no time, you cream his dick.

"fuck, no, i—i don't want to cum yet." you punch his arm and bite his shoulder, agitated that he just had to make you cum. "i wanted to make you cum first. fuck you." "too bad. i barely even moved."

"are you making fun of me?"

"maybe."

you tug on his hair and bite his arm as revenge.

"i haven't cum yet. did you forget?" he pulls on your hair.

"you know that i wanted to ride you." you huff,

"and you did."

"barely." you roll your eyes, snuggling closer into him, face nuzzled into his neck.

"yeah, my bad my dick's too big."

"you're so over the head."

"okay, but we both know i'm right."

"my vagina is burning."

jungkook pinches the top of your ass and flips you over so that you'd be laying on your back. the sudden movement catches you off guard as you yelp in surprise.

"ow! that hurt."

jungkook doesn't respond to you, but slowly, carefully, pulls his dick out of you. he's still rock hard. you're not surprised.

"you said you wanted to make me feel good, yeah?" he caresses the side of your face, moving away each and every hair sticking to your face. gentle kisses all over your face, cheek, nose, eyes—he suddenly stops, the eye contact between you two breaking the moment he looks away. your breath hitch, there's a tingling feeling all over your body, it felt like the tip of a feather gracing over your face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook squeezes the fat of your belly with a soft kiss on top and suddenly—he was so sly with it too—enters his dick inside your cunt again. “AH!”, you yelp out due to the sudden waves of pain and pleasure sent right from your swollen fucking pussy.

“Come on, girl, take it. I know you can—haah.”

He plunges his dick deep in you with a hard thrust and immediately going at it. He didn’t stop. No he did not. Jungkook rutted into your wet cunt like an animal in heat, desperate to hear the high pitch moans coming out of your swollen lips.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched and gasps left your lips repeatedly. It hurt so bad. Your pussy was fucking burning. It hurt so bad that it felt so good. He’s never done this before. He’s never probably been inside you fully. You swore to the heavens above that your cunt was already torn apart. There was no way.

“Jungkook—mmhphhhhhhhhhttttt!!! It hurts so much! Stop, ah, fuck!”

You raise your legs up, slinking them around his toned sweaty fucking torso. Jungkook grabbed a handful of your meaty thighs, using the fat for support to cling onto you more.

“Please! Stopstopstopstop it hurts so much!”

You didn’t actually want him to stop. You would’ve used to the safe word if so, you and him both knew that very well.

Jungkook grunts in annoyance with a slap on your ass to shut you up.

“Shut up and take my fucking dick. You wanted this. Finish what you’ve started. Take my fucking dick like you said you would!”

He was so big.

“You’re a big girl made for taking big fucking cocks like mine, yeah?”

Without a warning, his palms slap against both your asscheeks before hoisting your entire body up into his arms. Jungkook had you on top of his thighs, carrying your entire weight on his arms as he thrusted from below. His thrusts were so harsh and aggressive with the intention of only wrecking your pussy apart. You were bounced on his cock like a ragdoll. He used you for his pleasure, letting his cock mold the insides of your pussy to the perfect shape that'll fit him always.

"I'm not letting this pussy go now. Hah", he rocks your body upwards again, letting you fall onto his. you cling onto his body for dear life, arms wrapped around his neck, breasts bouncing in front of his face. you could feel his balls slap against your ass repeatedly. they were wet, slimey and sticky. he spread the stickyness on his balls everywhere, constantly reminding you of the fact that he was deep inside you now. like, finally.

"da-ddy! i can't believe you're fucking me like t-this."

you close your eyes tight, your nails gripping onto jungkook's scalp as you let out a scream.

"please, oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! i'm g'na- HAAH!"

jungkook recognizes the familiar high pitched sound you make, hand sneakily rubbing your puffy clit again. and as a cherry on top, he spreads your ass cheeks apart and sneaks his thumb in between to penetrate your neglected tight little hole. he rubs your hole and inserts the tip of his finger in, repeating the process after. You were so tight down there, considering the fact that you were still an ass virgin. He always said he was gonna take your ass sometime, but you always said no. This was your first time. Fuck.

The finger in your ass caught you off guard as you let out a shriek, your asshole immediately tightening at the sensation.

“Jung…hah. My ass��hhnmpht!”

He shushes you up with a kiss and got into work, rubbing your swollen little clit with his right hand and finger your tight asshole with his left hand, all while his cock absolutely ruined you from below.

“Stop! Too much! Too much! Too much!”

You slobber all over his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as your entire body shiver and crumble against him. You didn’t have to tell Jungkook once, he knew you were just about to cum.

“Cum, baby. Let go. You’ve done amazing.” He fastens his pace on your clit, giving you just enough simulation.

“Ah! I’m g’na pee! FuckfuckfuckfuckSTOP!!”

You let out one more loud cry before aggressively trembly. Your pussy is so used and swollen and your ass hurts so much. Fuck. It didn’t take that long till your pussy starts squirting angrily. Your eyes widen, back arching as you let your pussy take full control of your body.

Jungkook pulls out of you for a brief moment to let you squirt wherever. His hand never left your clit though, continuing to rub at an increased speed. Your pussy convulses aggressively, squirting on everything and everywhere. The sheets behind you were fully drenched with your squirt and so was his dick, that was right under you.

“I’m sorry I’m making a mess all over your bed,” you cry into his shoulder, completely overwhelmed with everything that’s happening.

You’re still squirting. You don’t know if you’re actually squirting or just straight up pissing yourself on him. This was so embarrassing. Your face was so red. This is so humiliating fuckfuckfuck.

“I’m so”—you choke,“—embarrassed. Ahh, I’ve ruined everything.” You cry out, covering your face with your hands. Jungkook understood that this was an intense moment for you. You’ve squirted before, but never this hard. He soothes you by bringing you into his embrace, tracing patterns on your back to help you calm down.

You choke on your tears again. You were crying so much. You’ve never cried this much during sex before. As concerned he was for you, he was starting to admit he liked that sight. He liked it when you were crying out for him.

You let out the last bit of squirt on his cock, drenching him fully. Jungkook’s cock twitches, it’s angry head starting to let out spurts of cum.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe it. He was cumming. He was cumming so hard from just watching you orgasm. He was getting off to your orgasm.

“Fuck. Shit. Oh my god”, Jungkook groans. He throws his head backwards, letting his cum spurt out as you squeezed his balls. There was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as his face changed into various expressions as he emptied his balls into your mouth.

You made sure to put your mouth on it and let his cum fall right onto your tongue, just how he liked it. And you also made sure to swallow it all, just how he liked it.

You were still getting off of your high as well, body still crumbled against his.

“It’s okay, babygirl”, Jungkook coos into your ear and soothingly rubs your pussy slowly with your palm till you calm down.

“It stings”, you whine.

“Hmm, I know, baby. Take a deep breath.”

You obey him, taking a deep breath as he wiped off your tears. You sniffle. Your pussy was still throbbing and hole gaping. Fuck. You’re gonna stay stretched like this for a while. He ripped you apart.

“My gorgeous girl. You did so well.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “I can’t believe I fucking came to you squirting”, he chuckles.

“I wanted you to cum in my pussy.” You whine, spreading your pussy lips apart once again.

“I know. But this is more than enough. You know I get off to your orgasms.” He swats your hand away.

“Let her rest.” Jungkook leans down to press a kiss to your swollen worn out pussy.

You cry out, scooting closer to him.

Jungkook then picked you up, took you to the bathroom, made you pee, and brought you back to bed after changing the sheets.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

What?

[deputyrook]

In Her Absence: Lucanis/Rook/Spite.

A03 link! Female Crow Rook x Lucanis. Lucanis POV.

Takes place when Rook is in the fade prison, because 1) I love angst and am a big softie; and 2) I wanted to try to work out the logistics of what the team did in Rook's absence, and how they managed to reach her.

---

In the four days that Rook’s been gone, the Veilguard has devolved completely into infighting.

Taash wants to know why they can’t just “break into the fade and pull her out.” And no one really wants to hear Emmrich’s overly technical explanation as to why that’s not feasible, least of all Taash, who’s grieving and angry. Davrin keeps saying that it should have been him instead, which isn’t helping, and no one even wants to think about what’s happening to Bellara right now. 

Harding is dead. Bellara is kidnapped by Elgar’nan and Maker knows where. They’re a mess as a group, angry and hurting. And Rook...

Rook’s gone.

Neve is the only person who remotely has their shit still together, and for that at least, Lucanis is thankful. 

Because he absolutely does not have his shit together. Maybe the others can’t tell, since he’s not arguing or yelling or breaking down, but his thoughts are spiralling so badly that he’s barely said a word in three days. All he can think about is Rook.

He loves her. He loves her. And she’s lost somewhere, trapped and alone, and they have no plan whatsoever on how they’re going to get her back. 

He never told her. It’s tearing him up inside. The thought that he might never hear her voice again. Never hear her make some stupid pun, or hear her teasing, or hear her give them all one of her legendary pep talks. Never hear her laugh again-

“Lucanis,” Neve’s voice is firm, dragging him out of his despondency, “You need to focus.” 

How can he possibly focus? “You’re right,” he says instead, voice tight, because Neve is right. Standing around brooding isn’t getting them any closer to getting Rook back. What he needs to do is act- but how?

Solas is a God, and even he couldn’t break out of that prison. This isn’t the kind of problem Lucanis can solve with a dagger. He can’t stab at the prison walls until they crumble away- but Maker knows if that could work, he would stab until his daggers shattered and his body collapsed. 

What is he supposed to do? What can he do? How can he help them, when all he knows how to do is kill things?

No. Spite says to his left, his voice hard and determined, No! We will find Rook. Won’t leave them there. 

Neve puts a hand on his shoulder, and gives it a squeeze. 

“When has Rook ever been content to sit and wait to be rescued?” Neve says, and he lets out a long, even exhale, because it’s exactly what he needs to hear. “I’m worried too. But Rook would chew off her own leg to escape a trap. If there’s a way to get out, she’ll find it. Have some faith in her. In all of us- and in yourself.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice quiet. After a moment, he adds, “…Someone should let Viago and Teia know.”

That, at least, is a burden he can bear. 

But the days stretch into weeks. Elgar’nan seizes control of an already broken Minrathous, and even Neve has a hard time keeping herself together after that one. 

Lucanis is in no place to offer comfort. Without Rook’s leadership and steadfast optimism, the lighthouse has gone dark, leaving them all ships to smash into a rocky coast. He won’t soon forget the way Viago’s eyes widened when he told him what had happened to Rook, nor the look of horror that flashed across his face before his expression settled into stony devastation. 

Strangely, it’s Spite that keeps him from falling apart completely. He refuses to accept that Rook is gone. Every time that Lucanis’ mind whispers to him that this happened because he wasn’t good enough, and that he’ll never see Rook smile at him again- Spite cuts him off with an angry, defiant hiss of NO. 

Rook is strong. Rook is smart! Rook will not allow herself to die in a prison. She would not let you die in prison, either. We will not let her. We will find her. We will find her!

He repeats the words in his own head, holding onto them like a buoy. Right, yeah. She’s good at prison breaks. It’s enough to make it through the day.

Sometimes- although Lucanis would never admit it to the others- he realizes that Spite is the one who has been moving his body,  keeping him working while he’s been stuck in his mind, ruminating and aching with missing her. It’s been Spite that’s forcing him to eat, to bathe, to sleep. Spite is keeping him alive. 

Will not let you do this to us. Rook needs us.

It’s that thought that ultimately gets Lucanis to snap out of his despair. 

It’s not over yet. He agrees, finally. Rook needs us. 

Finally! Spite snaps back.

---

First, they try to make a copy of the dagger. Something that will be able to slice through the fade prison, so that they can cut Rook out of it. That’s how Solas left, after all- by tricking her, and stealing the dagger to cut himself free. 

But a dagger of pure lyrium isn’t exactly easy to replicate. Brilliant as they are, Emmrich and Neve can only do so much. So after days of meticulous work, they end up with a dagger that looks identical to the real thing, but doesn’t actually work. Great.

Next, Emmrich hypothesizes that in order to get to Rook in the fade, they’ll not only need to figure out how to access the fade prison, but also to figure out where the prison actually is, physically within the fade.

It is, apparently, not as simple as yelling out “ROOK? CAN YOU HEAR US?” from the top of the Lighthouse, which has been Taash’s strategy. Spite, too, is ready to start just travelling through the fade, for as long and as far as he needs to until he finds her. Lucanis is doing what he can to support the group, cooking the meals and making sure Emmrich and Neve are able to stay on their feet.

Word gets to them that Solas is in Minrathous, keeping the rebellion alive. The news poisons Lucanis so thoroughly with hate that he nearly can’t stomach it. Spite has been so determined to save Rook that Lucanis almost forgot how it felt when he was really, truly spiteful. 

Hearing Solas is pretending to be a hero in Tevinter, after consigning Rook to take his place in a prison? Yeah. That’ll do it. The things he’d wanted to do to Illario after his betrayal had left him conflicted. He is not remotely conflicted about what he wants to do about Solas.

What they want to do. Spite agrees with him on this one. He hurt our Rook.

Finally, Emmrich and Neve work out a real plan, with the help of the Veil Jumpers. It’s based largely on luck, but it’s something. It’s a sliver of hope. It’s enough to keep them all going.

First, they need to find a spot where the veil is particularly thin, where the fade peaks through the seams of reality. Then, they need to use an artifact of the Veil Jumper’s to do… magical, fade, location-y… stuff. Emmrich actually uses a bit of Rook’s blood for this part, located on some stained clothes that Assan had dug out in her room. 

Blood magic. Ordinarily, Lucanis would be opposed. But no one says a word against it. They are all desperate for this to work. 

The first day they try it, it doesn’t work. They make some adjustments, and try again.

The second day, it doesn’t work. They make some more adjustments, and they try again.

On the fifth day, Spite says it in his ear, voice sharp with excitement.

I can smell her- I can smell Rook!

Lucanis’ heart feels like it’s about to burst from his chest. He’s yelling, “Rook?” into the rift before he can stop himself, but the team’s caught on already that this isn't like the other times they’ve failed to make their plan work. The rift is spitting and spasming sparks of magic, and they can see through it in a way they’d never been able to before. They can see a light in the rift.

Emmrich seems to throw caution entirely to the wind, rolling up his sleeve and plunging his arm into the rift. The energy is wild, unrestrained, and they’re all calling out to Rook, reaching and trying to get to her.

“I’ve- I’ve got her!” Emmrich yells out, and Lucanis swears he can see Rook’s wavy form on the other side of the rift. Like looking through a fishbowl, or the walls of the Ossuary.

He reaches in too and grabs her hand with Emmrich, and they yank. Rook stumbles out, collapsing onto the ground.

“Varric’s dead,” she says, voice hollow and wobbly.

Neve shoots Lucanis a confused, concerned look, but he’s too relieved to care. He’s grabbing at her shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace, and his throat feels like it’s closing up on him. Tears prick at his vision. She’s safe. She’s alive, she’s free, and she’s safe. She’s back with them.

They all want to hug her, and make sure she’s actually, really okay. But Lucanis gets to first.

Told you. Told you, told you! Spite repeats, ecstatic, She’s back!

“Are you okay?” He murmurs, pulling back and looking her over critically, trying to see if she’s been hurt or if anything has changed. But no. It’s just her. Like not a day has passed.

Rook nods slowly, and Lucanis smooths a hand down her hair, before cupping her cheek in his hand. All he wants to do is hold her, but he can’t be that selfish and drag her away from the others. Not yet, anyway. 

Pulling back, the others take the moment to rush in, making similar careful assessments and doting over Rook. The last few weeks have been almost unbearably difficult. There’s been little to celebrate. But this is joy again. Hope. With Rook back, not everything is completely fucked.

Davrin pulls her into a crushing hug, and Taash joins in, and they’re all hugging and crying a little. The trip back to the Lighthouse is a blur, with Rook thanking the Veil Jumpers and swearing to them she’ll get Bellara back.

How she can already be so determined, so ready to act, Lucanis will never know. He is, as he has so often found himself, in awe of her ability to forge forward, the light cutting through the swathes of dark that seem to surround them.

Spite is just about ready to try to crawl out of their skin in impatience, but they have work to do first. They all brief Rook on what has happened in her absence, and learn- horrifically- that she’s somehow been brainwashed into believing Varric has been alive, for months, by Solas.

Not for the first time, Lucanis feels anger and spite bubbling in his veins and vows to himself that he will not let Solas get away with hurting Rook. God or not. He finds it hard to fathom why he would mess with her head like that, if he wanted her to succeed in at least stopping Ghilan’nain. It reminds him too much of the mind games that his captors would play on him when he was in the Ossuary, tormenting and confusing him for no other reason than to break him down. Was that what Solas had tried to do to Rook, too? To break her down mentally, so she’d be easier to manipulate and trick?

It seems to take forever, but finally, Lucanis gets to see her alone. She’s lying down when he enters her quarters, her eyes closed, but the words spill out of him before he can even consider leaving her to rest.

“I cannot believe we found you,” he says, voice soft. All of the fear he’s felt for weeks, the doubt and the despair that Spite had helped him just barely keep at bay… the relief, now, is making him lightheaded. 

“I’m a little surprised too, honestly.” It’s a testament to the gravity of the situation that she’s not trying to make light of things. The words aren’t meant as a joke. 

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he admits.

“And I didn’t think I’d ever get out of there,” Rook tells him in turn. It leaves him cold, to think of her there, alone and believing she might never be found. “How do I know if I really did? This could be... more of the fade.”

Lucanis realizes then, that he’s never seen her vulnerable like this before. Emotional, yes, but lost? Frightened? Rook has always been the solid centre of the group. Unmoving, unyielding, steady. Utterly dependable. 

It’s almost surprising that she’s not actually invincible. She’s so consistently been their guiding light. But more than shock, more than anything else-

He wants to protect her. He wants to hold her until her worries melt away, to chase away the horrible memories of the last several weeks and see her smile at him. He wants her to know that he won’t let anything hurt her. He wants to kiss her until she feels safe and warm again. 

So he does. Kneeling down in front of her, holding her hands in his own, Lucanis reassures her she is real. There’s so much he wants to tell her, that he’s been praying he’ll get the chance to say. But now that Rook’s in front of him again, he can’t seem to find the words for everything he’s been feeling.

So he kisses her. So, so gently. And when he keeps kissing her, pressing her back against the chaise as she wraps her arms around his neck? It seems Spite is right there with him, because the wings unfurl right in that moment, curling around them both protectively, like he wants to help shield them from anyone in the world who might try to hurt them.

[beyondbluess]

celebrating his birthday

author's note: hi!! hope you enjoyed :) this is probably the first piece of 'writing' that I've ever put out there. hopefully i can come out with full fledged fics soon! i have so many ideas.

warning(s): none! all just fluff here. maybe a bit ooc too?

୨୧ . . .  let’s be honest, dallas isn’t a birthday kinda guy. doesn’t matter how many times you try to convince him otherwise; the man wasn’t budging. doesn’t mean you weren’t going to take matters into your own hands though. considering that its his first birthday dating you, he had no idea what hes gotten himself into 

୨୧ . . . just a few weeks before his birthday, you had gathered the guys in hopes that you all could plan something for him– definitely something small, everyone knew dallas isn’t the one for big gestures.

୨୧ . . . you had decided that his party was going to be at the curtis’; it’s simple and very familiar. with this, you gave everyone assigned jobs: two-bit handled buying decorations, darry handled cooking, soda and steve decorated (terrible idea btw, lost a huge majority of the balloons because they decided to play ‘who could blow the biggest balloons’); you took care of the baking, while ponyboy and johnny had the biggest job of them all; distracting dallas.

୨୧ . . . which wasn’t easy, like at all. it was as if he could sense that something was up–especially with the lack of you around, definitely didn’t help that pony and johnny were trying to keep him away from the curtis’. its amazing how he didn’t find out sooner.

୨୧ . . . when he did see you, you tried to remain as nonchalant as possible–shifting the topics whenever he asked about your whereabouts; you felt bad. like, really bad–you hated keeping secrets, especially from him. but you knew this was all for a good cause.

୨୧ . . . at this point, he was pretty much tired of the whole thing, there were also a few times when you guys almost got caught, but luckily your plan turned out to be successful. by the time his birthday came around, you had some issues keeping your excitement contained–you almost spoiled the surprise right then and there.

୨୧ . . . you had told dallas to meet him at the curtis’ with no explanation whatsoever, just to ‘simply be there.’ not gonna lie, the poor boy was a bit concerned– due to the lack of activity outside and it appeared as if the lights were off inside as well. 

୨୧ . . . when he opened the door, everybody jumped out to surprise him–which, of course, scared the absolute shit out of him. (it was a bit funny to see if you were being honest) but it was his reaction after the fact that worried you. like, he wasn’t upset or anything– mainly just weirded out.

୨୧ . . . as the day went on, you could see that he started to ease down a bit–especially when you came out with his cake (you decided to save him the extra embarrassment and not sing him happy birthday)– there was just something with the way that he looked at you; his eyes were softened ever so slightly and he had a smirk on his face. It wasn’t noticeable, but it was still there. even without explicitly saying it, he knew this was your idea. 

୨୧ . . . eventually everything calmed down and you found yourself outside sitting on the porch–not even words could describe how exhausted you were. you heard the door open behind you and a presence took a seat beside you. you already knew who it was. you intended to apologize for springing everything on him, but the look on his face said otherwise. dallas isn’t the type to express himself through words, you knew that–but the way that he looked at you at that moment spoke more than words could ever express. you scooted a bit closer to him so that your knees were touching, taking a moment to gaze into his brown eyes. it was as if he could read your mind; just before you could make any moves, his lips met yours.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Dumbledore is a little full of himself

Like, I read Tales of Beedle the Bard, and I was struck by how Dumbledore comments on his own cleverness and knowledge in his notes incredibly often:

This prejudice eventually died out in the face of overwhelming evidence that some of the world’s most brilliant wizards(3) were, to use the common phrase, “Muggle-lovers”. [...] 3 Such as myself.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Wizard and the Hopping Pot”)

I think I may say, without vanity, that both my Fountain and my Hill performed the parts allotted to them with simple goodwill. Alas, that the same could not be said of the rest of the cast.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Fountain of Fair Fortune”)

Even I, Albus Dumbledore, would find it easiest to refuse the Invisibility Cloak; which only goes to show that, clever as I am, I remain just as big a fool as anyone else.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Tale of the Three Brothers”)

The guy can hardly talk about anything without talking about how smart and wise and brilliant he is. Like, no humility whatsoever.

In the books, everyone keeps singing his praises like Dumbledore can do no wrong and the only one who keeps saying Dumbledore can be wrong is Harry. And even then, in Harry's limbo vision of King's Cross, which I don't think is really Dumbledore, it's telling Harry envisions him saying something like this:

“And you knew this? You knew — all along?” “I guessed. But my guesses have usually been good,” said Dumbledore happily

(DH, Ch35)

Dumbledore doesn't speak to Harry all that often throughout the series, with book 6 being the one he interacts with him the most. And we see that even in conversations with people, Dumbledore loves to hear how wise and great he is. When he says "I might be mistaken" it's with the tone of "I'm right and everyone else is wrong". Which is usually the case often enough, yes (though not always), but he does it a lot, and I found it interesting how often he uses this phrasing and how smug he seems about it:

And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers — “Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!” (GOF)

“I may be wrong,” said Dumbledore pleasantly, “but I am sure that under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the accused has the right to present witnesses for his or her case? Isn’t that the policy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Madam Bones?” he continued, addressing the witch in the monocle. (OotP)

“Payment?” said Harry. “You’ve got to give the door something?” “Yes,” said Dumbledore. “Blood, if I am not much mistaken.” (HBP)

Dumbledore uses this phrasing when he knows what he is saying is correct. He is saying it not because he thinks he might actually be wrong. When he actually thinks he is wrong, he makes excuses and tries to reason why the decision he made was actually reasonable at the time:

“Harry, I owe you an explanation,” said Dumbledore. “An explanation of an old man’s mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young ... and I seem to have forgotten lately...”

(OotP)

He is incapable of saying: "I was wrong, it happens, let's move on," it has to come with reasoning or an excuse. He blames it on his age, not that he made a wrong judgment call. This isn't humbleness.

Dumbledore is a character who wants to be humble but just isn't. he considers modesty a virtue. Hell, humility is practically his favorite trait Harry possess:

Harry, who could not see any way out of this without flatly lying, nodded but still said nothing. Slughorn beamed at him. “So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond — you were there, then?

(HBP) - Slughorn mentions how Dumbledore appreciates modesty.

The third brother in the story (“the humblest and also the wisest”) is the only one who understands that, having narrowly escaped Death once, the best he can hope for is to postpone their next meeting for as long as possible.

(Albus Dumbledore on “The Tale of the Three Brothers”)

He appreciates being humble and modest and sees it as being wise. He derides Tom for thinking of himself as "special" or "clever" even when it's true (and when he does the same). He loves Harry's modesty, which is really low self-esteem, not modesty. Harry's low self-worth is like the ultimate humbleness in Dumbledore's eyes because he doesn't see it for what it is and he was never humble in his life, so he doesn't really know where the balance between confidence and arrogance is or the line between modesty and low self-worth. I think he honestly doesn't know because he is exceptionally arrogant.

Dumbledore created this image of ineffability around him and it's clear Harry is one of the only people (besides Dumbledore and Aberforth) who knows Dumbledore can make a mistake and he keeps reminding Hermione, Lupin, and literally everyone else of that fact:

“People have said it, many times. It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore’s judgment. I do; therefore, I trust Severus.” “But Dumbledore can make mistakes,” argued Harry. “He says it himself. And you” — he looked Lupin straight in the eye — “do you honestly like Snape?”

(HBP)

This is all another case of Dumbledore being incapable of practicing what he preaches. He values modesty, but he doesn't seem to be capable of it.

Now, I'm not saying he isn't clever or special, he is. But he is the type of really smart person who looks down on anyone they don't see as intelligent as them. He doesn't see most people as equal to him.

Dumbledore doesn't see most of the Order or Aberforth as his equals. He never did. Elphias Doge kisses his ass, but Dumbledore clearly doesn't share the same level of respect for him. Or for most people, really.

“Elphias Doge mentioned her to us,” said Harry, trying to spare Hermione. “That old berk,” muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. “Thought the sun shone out of my brother’s every office, he did. Well, so did plenty of people, you three included, by the looks of it.” Harry kept quiet. He did not want to express the doubts and uncertainties about Dumbledore that had riddled him for months now. [...] “Grindelwald. And at last, my brother had an equal to talk to someone just as bright and talented as he was. And looking after Ariana took a backseat then, while they were hatching all their plans for a new Wizarding order and looking for Hallows, and whatever else it was they were so interested in.

(DH)

Dumbledore doesn't trust the majority of the Order with anything because he doesn't think they'd be capable of handling it because they're not him. He literally tells them nothing until he has to, keeping them busy guarding a prophecy he knows can't be stolen by a run-of-the-mill Death Eater. He only tells Harry about the Horcruxes because he has no choice but to tell him. Same with Snape — Dumbledore trusts him out of necessity.

Snape and Grindelwald are the only people we see Dumbledore show respect towards their abilities, wisdom, and magic in some capacity.

Like, he calls Sirius clever, but he talks about him as foolish in the same breath. He calls McGonagall wise, but he clearly doesn't think she's wise enough to be told anything or trusted with anything. And while he does speak highly of Harry's courage and humility and though Harry is insanely powerful and with the right training could beat Dumbledore, Dumbledore keeps putting him down when it comes to magical abilities/intelligence compared to himself:

“I’m not upset.” “Harry, you were never a good Occlumens — ”

(HBP) - even though Harry can and does get really good at it once he does it his way.

“I do not think you will count, Harry: You are underage and unqualified. Voldemort would never have expected a sixteen-year-old to reach this place: I think it unlikely that your powers will register compared to mine.”

(HBP)

I find this tendency of Dumbledore to be really interesting. He underestimates people constantly and thinks too highly of himself. and he is very honest about it to people's faces. He keeps talking about how Voldemort’s defenses on his Horcruxes are shit, and how Voldemort is foolish when the curse Voldemort left on the ring is literally killing him at that very moment:

“I do not think you will count, Harry: You are underage and unqualified. Voldemort would never have expected a sixteen-year-old to reach this place: I think it unlikely that your powers will register compared to mine.” These words did nothing to raise Harry’s morale; perhaps Dumbledore knew it, for he added, “Voldemort’s mistake, Harry, Voldemort’s mistake ... Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth. ... Now, you first this time, and be careful not to touch the water.”

(HBP)

Dumbledore thinking himself so clever, more clever than Voldemort, is what killed him. His arrogant insistence that he's the smartest man in the room killed him. He is undermining Voldemort for mistakes similar to the ones he makes regularly when interacting with Harry. And he's aware of that. He knows he's a hypocrite:

When I discovered it, after all those years, buried in the abandoned home of the Gaunts—the Hallow I had craved most of all, though in my youth I had wanted it for very different reasons—I lost my head, Harry. I quite forgot that it was now a Horcrux, that the ring was sure to carry a curse. I picked it up, and I put it on, and for a second I imagined that I was about to see Ariana, and my mother, and my father, and to tell them how very, very sorry I was . . . “I was such a fool, Harry. After all those years I had learned nothing. I was unworthy to unite the Deadly Hallows. I had proved it time and again, and here was the final proof.”

(DH) - Dumbledore's portrait

I think Dumbledore's self-awareness is why he wants to like Harry as much as he does. While I don't think Dumbledore knows Harry as well as he thinks he does, what Dumbledore does see is enough for him to imagine Harry in his head as this perfect, virtuous martyr that he wished all his life to portray himself as. He idealizes who he imagines Harry is without fully respecting Harry as his own person with his own abilities.

I just find it interesting that for a character who speaks so highly of humility, he doesn't seem to possess it, and that it ends up being the death of him.

[strzlun]

PRIDEFUL

// park sunghoon //

pairing: street racer!sunghoon x enemy!femreader

word count- 5.8k

genre/cws- fluff, bantering, forced proximity(?), slowburn, falling in love, kissing, sunghoon is confident, secrets, late night drives, usage of ‘Park’, sunghoon and reader are enemies, protective sunghoon, angry(?)confessions, reader gets injured (a scratch)

summary- Sunghoon didn’t realize dropping his pride would have him falling in love

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Sunghoon hated many things but he mainly hated losing any race he’s ever participated in, so he made sure to never lose. And for the most sorry he stayed true to his words.

He’s practically won every race he’s ever been in, and he knew that he could have any desire he’s ever wished for.

But there was a strong desired he could never seem to achieve and that was the ultimate demise of you.

Sunghoon hated losing but he hated you above all things and he was confident that could never change.

Ever since the beginning it seemed as if you and Sunghoon were never meant to get along the moment you both laid eyes upon each other. It was humorous that there was such high expectation that the two of you would become good friends.

Yet, the moment he opened his mouth all expectations of meeting him came crashing down. You were all for being confident with yourself but there was a borderline between confident and cocky.

And Sunghoon was far past that line to the point that he made his own line.

He was narcissistic rather than ‘confident’, saying how he could practically have everything at the grade of his fingertips, and how he was damn near ‘perfect’ meaning he could do wrong in the world which was more than enough to tick you off in the wrong way.

Sunghoon on the other hand didn’t like how quickly you were able to rebuttal every single sentence he said. He tried to put on a tight knit smile with every word that left your mouth, which were only direct stabs to his pride.

That moment, you and Sunghoon avoided each other like the plague, trying to minimize interactions to at least zero.

You didn’t want to associate with Sunghoon and he didn’t want to associate with you either. It was a win-win situation so, neither of you complained.

Yet, avoiding each other only lasted a week as you both were oblivious to the amount of mutuals you both shared.

Now, you were able to spot him in any and every crowd and he was able to say the same, and this was enough to have your eye twitch.

You were irked seeing him with every passing corner that you couldn’t practically stand to be in the same vicinity as him without getting annoyed.

Sunghoon wasn’t oblivious to this, seeing the rolling of your eyes everytime he spoke and the scoff you gave when he simply would breathe.

Sunghoon was getting fed up with you and your snarky remarks about him. If you had wanted to start this, he had no problem meeting you halfway.

He got under your skin terribly, he knew that and wasn’t afraid to use it to his advantage. Even though the two of you were supposed to despise each other, he sure made it difficult to unwrap him from your life.

You were in the comforts of your home up until your friends arrived unannounced and practically dragged you out to the middle of no where with no explanation whatsoever.

Now you were surrounded by people you have never seen before while your friends roamed around leaving you behind.

You were trying to make sense of where you were but with the sudden roar that blared in your ears was enough to have you closing your eyes shut from it.

When the sudden uproar of cheers from those around you, you finally opened your eyes and that was when you saw a crowd forming around with the sound of cars engines.

That was when it finally hit you that you were dragged to a race meet.

Now you weren’t oppose to these events but you never would have gone out of your way to attend one of these. So you already found your feet walking in the opposite direction to leave.

However, before you could even make it far, you ran into a person.

You apologized immediately as the person did the same but the familiarity in the voice was enough to have you silent and looking at the person.

The realization of Sunghoon right in front of you, you were about to scoff but you stopped as you took in his entire presence.

Instead of his usual casual but professional attire, you were met with a whole different side of him. The slight disheveled hair, the white shirt and black leather jacket combo. It was something straight out of a wild fansty you thought to never be true.

When your eyes met with his, you swore you saw the pure fear flash in his eyes before clearing his throat. Sunghoon’s eyes frantically moved around avoiding eye contact with you. You were stunned, the one that praised himself to be perfect was secretly a street racer at night.

“Perfect Park Sunghoon secretly a street racer at night, never expected that” Your words made Sunghoon tense up and you could feel the tension emitting from him

The menacing smile you had made Sunghoon actually shiver in his own skin as he gulped, already annoyed with the situation. Just why did he have to run into you here of all places.

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll make it happen” Sunghoon wanted to keep up the facade of being unfazed by this encounter but with the slight change in tone you can tell he was eager

But the way he worded his response made you scoff at his words, the irritation only growing bigger by the second you’re in his presence.

“You think you can solve anything with the snap of your fingers? Hate to break it to you Park but that’s not how it works”

“I hate it when you call me Park, I have a name that you can use” You chuckled at his comment

“It’ll do you good if you drop your pride, it might help you get somewhere”

You could hear the sudden chants from the crowd. They wanted to race to start and they needed Sunghoon, their shining star in order to start.

They didn’t realize that Sunghoon was having a crisis now that his ‘life’ was practically at the palm of your hand.

“Wait for me until the race is done, then we can properly talk” You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what made him think that you would comply

“Please”

Now you seemed to may have underestimated him.

You promised to not wait for him and yet, it’s practically a ghost town now and here you are still waiting for him to show. You grumbled to yourself for being so naive in believing Sunghoon’s words.

But, you were brought out of your thoughts with the calling of your name. You looked to see Sunghoon panting as if he ran like his life depended on it.

“Alright Park, talk”

“My offer stands, anything you want, I’ll give it to you” You tried to conceal a laugh but it almost slipped, clearly oblivious to what you meant

You simply nodded your head before waving goodbye to him and walking away. His footsteps shuffled towards you as he now stood in front of you again, stopping you from walking any further.

“Okay I get it, that was… obnoxious of me. Then what’s your proposal then?” The desperation pooling in his eyes made your mind falter just for a moment

Never once have you seen him like this, you smacked your tongue against your teeth before sighing heavily. You may not like Sunghoon but that didn’t mean you were going to hold it against him.

“Just forget it Park, I’ll make it seem like I never saw anything”

However, this didn’t ease Sunghoon’s fear. He took it as you brushing it off until you needed something, only making his heart rate grow faster.

Just as you were walking away, Sunghoon came rushing towards you once again causing you to get even more annoyed which you didn’t think to be possibly.

But Sunghoon was always full a surprises.

“Please just name your proposal, I don’t want to be in debt to you” You sighed deeply in order to maintain your peace before quickly thinking of something

“Just drive me home then”

You should’ve chosen anything else. You assumed since Sunghoon was a street racer, he would have a sense of direction, how wrong you were.

The two of you have been lost for the past 30 minutes because he simply couldn’t figure out where you live. You told him that you would set up the GPS to make it easier but you weren’t surprised when he didn’t allow it.

His pride was too high for him to use the GPS to figure out where you live.

Always saying ‘I got it’ or that he figured out only to get more lost down the road.

“How the heck do you manage to get lost as a street racer?” You grumbled under your breath leading to a very much felt twitch in his eye towards your remark

“Do you even know where we are right now?” Sunghoon made the car come to a sudden stop causing the whiplash to be much harsher than what he intended

For a moment, he felt scared that he may have gone too far and possibly hurt you. He parked the car and quickly turned his gaze to you only to see disbelief on your face.

That was enough to knock him out of his senses and wash the worry away before he stifled a chuckle before quickly covering his growing smile.

You merely glared at him before sinking back into the passenger seat, ignoring his efforts in trying to talk to you.

“Just use the GPS to get me home” You sighed looking out of the window, already having your patience running thin

“I said to take me home, where the hell are we?” You noticed that everything around you was completely different from the neighborhood you were used to

Sunghoon however paid no mind to your confusion as he turned off the car and motion for you to get out.

You stared bewildered as he got out the car closing the driver’s door behind him. You could see him walking away through the car window, as it took him a second to realize that you weren’t beside him.

He looked back to the car and realized that you were still in it and you could practically hear the loud scoff coming from him.

He walked back to the car before pulling your door open for you to step out.

“I thought you got the memo to get out of the car” Sunghoon sneered causing you to roll your eyes but still not move from the passenger seat

“Where are we Park?”

“We’re at my place, I have to get something quickly and then I’ll take you home” You raised your eyebrow at his words

“I can just stay in the car then” Sunghoon began laughing directly at your face as if you just told the funniest joke in the world

You stared at him blankly waiting for him to stop laughing. After what felt like hours of having to hear Sunghoon laugh, he returned his attention back to you, hiding back the smile on his face.

“You’re funny if you think I’m leaving you in my car”

“But you have no problem allowing me in your place” His sense of priorities threw you off but with the assurance of his nodding made you stare at him in disbelief

“In case you forgot, I’m a street racer” Sunghoon rested a hand ontop of his car before bringing his face dangerously close yours

Your breath hitched at the sudden change of distance between the two of you. In all the times you’ve been stuck with Sunghoon, you’ve never seen him this close before.

“I like my car to stay intact”

The scene that happened only ten minutes ago couldn’t leave your mind. Somehow by the time you came to your senses, you were already sitting on Sunghoon’s couch as he disappeared to look for whatever it was he was looking for.

His place decorated to the point where you could tell this is Sunghoon’s place just by a mere glance. His place wouldn’t expose that he was a street racer in the slightest.

You still tried to wrap your head around the fact of how the suppose ‘great’ and ‘perfect’ Sunghoon was a street racer at night. With each passing minute, there was still no sign of Sunghoon’s return.

You could hear him shuffling around with mutters of ‘where did I put it?’. You yawned as drowsiness was slowly taking over, your eyes lids becoming heavier with each passing second.

You told yourself you were just going to rest your eyes for a moment until Sunghoon was done and then you can fall asleep in the comfort of your own bed.

After a while, Sunghoon finally found what he was looking for. He walked to the living room where he expected to see you on your phone waiting for him but froze when he saw your state.

Your head dropping to the side as you were fast asleep. He slightly hissed as if he could feel just how uncomfortable you must’ve been sleeping.

He walked over to you ready to wake you up but when he caught a glimpse of the time, he stopped mid way. He felt bad having to wake you up this late in the night.

Sunghoon knew he was going to regret what he was going to do next but decided to push past his hatred for you and have his morality show.

He grabbed an extra pillow and blanket for you as he carefully guided your head onto pillow trying his best to not wake you up. He draped the blanket over you, making sure there weren’t any open spaces.

Sunghoon saw how you immediately melted comfortably on his couch. He looked to you a moment too long before quietly cleared his throat and turning off the lights so that he didn’t waste electricity, that was the only reason.

He was quick to go into his room and he didn’t come out after that.

Sunghoon wasn’t being mindful of you, never that. He was just accepting the circumstances (what he told himself) and did what any other person would do, especially for their enemy right?

When you woke up, you sat up as you lightly stretched, expecting to see the comforts of your room but when you realize you were no where near your room, you let out a loud yelp.

Sudden footsteps came rushing and there stood Sunghoon. He immediately looked to you, worried for a moment before replacing it with confusion.

“Why did you scream?” Sunghoon groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes to wake himself up even more

You took in his current appearance and for some reason your face itched to have a small smile of admiration. But you pushed that desire deep down your mind.

“You mean to tell me why I am here?” You could see how Sunghoon yawned before walking over to the kitchen

“Simple really, I didn’t want to drive all the way to your place that late at night. I deserve my beauty sleep”

You felt the irritation grow bigger and bigger as Sunghoon had a smirk plastered onto his face which he quickly removed confused with himself before going back to you.

“I’ll bring you home now. In the mean time don’t touch anything” Sunghoon gave a fake tight smile which you saw right through

You wondered why Sunghoon even let you spend the night when he didn’t even leave you alone in his car for a moment. Even he was beginning to wonder himself, just why has gotten into him?

For some reason, fate had Sunghoon lingering around you much more often. You tried to remain oblivious to his presence but you simply couldn’t, it was impossible to ignore him.

Sunghoon would easily appear next to you and no matter how hard you tried to brush him off, the more he stuck like glue to you.

You knew Sunghoon was aware of the mutual hatred. So why the hell was he still sticking to you.

“Sunghoon, what do you want?” You sighed not having to even look up from what you were doing to feel his presences in front of you

He smugly smirked as he placed a finger over his lips to shush you, making your eye twitch. He noticed this and it made his pride soar with the knowledge that every action he does will always affect to you.

He took the seat in front of you and you couldn’t bear him at the moment so you continued to focus on what you were doing.

Yet, not even a moment later you felt a piece of paper land onto your head before landing in front of you, you had to hold every single dignity in you to launch yourself at him.

You flicked the paper back not sparing a glance towards him or his crumbled up paper. You could hear his chuckle as you were once again met with the flick of paper against your head.

You slowly raised you to see him pointing towards it with his lip before plastering a sneezy smile. You knew you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction but you just wanted to be left alone. You unfolded the paper and froze as your eyes glommed over the 5 words written on it.

‘Wanna get out of here?’

The obvious answer should’ve been no, but why were you hesitating?

“Didn’t think you’d actually come” Sunghoon muttered, stopping at a red light, you didn’t think you’d actually go either but you excused it with the fact thag you were already planning on leaving and needed a ride

“Don’t think so highly of it, I just needed a ride” You told, looking out the window, oblivious to the secret glances Sunghoon took your way

Sunghoon smirked to himself before pressing hit foot against the gas pedal making his car roar loudly. You looked to him, confused but the moment the light turned green, it happened all too fast.

He sped down the street and you shrieked as you held onto anything you could find, you could hear his soft laugh fill your ears and after a moment the car finally slowed as your heart pounded against your chest.

“I hate you Park Sunghoon” You gulped trying to even out your heavy breath

“Are you sure about that?” You nodded your head, you hated him, you hate Park Sunghoon with a passion

But subconsciously you wondered, if you hate him so much. Why are you always with him?

You were more than confident that you despised Sunghoon. He kept getting under your skin and kept making you feel all sorts of emotions that drove you mad.

“Someone having to deal with you in the future? I’ll wish the best of luck towards them” You glared at him as he walked along side you but he didn’t seem to be affect by your glare in the slightest

“At least I’ll worry about having someone unlike you”

“You on the other hand, I feel bad for the person who has to end up with you in the future” Your shrugged your shoulders and turned your head to face him

The way the sunlight was hitting your face made his eyes widen in a realization that he would never voice out. Your smile that soon came up on your face had him frozen.

He awkwardly coughed before looking away and leaving you behind. Your calls towards him didn’t stop him as he continued to walk further and further away from you.

The fluttering of his chest didn’t sit right with him and he didn’t like it one bit. He realized the more he spent time with you, the more he was letting go of his pride.

You were his enemy, someone he hated. So why is he unconsciously letting go of his pride for you?

Sunghoon decided to clear his mind and what could a drive around the area not fix. His mind was clouded by the thought of you and he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

It was strange, one moment he was all over you then the next moment he was splashed with reality and he was gone.

He couldn’t even sleep at night without the constant reminder of your existence. You crowded his mind daily and now he was getting sick of it, how could he think about someone he’s supposed to hate constantly.

Something has to be wrong with him, there has to be. His pride wouldn’t allow to accept the obvious truth, so he stuck with the lie.

Park Sunghoon hates you and there was nothing more to that.

After what felt like driving for hours, he parked in front of a store. He examined it for a moment before deciding to occupy his mind even more. Sunghoon wandered into the store, looking through every aisle to see what caught his eye.

But his eyes caught you looking through all kinds of ointments with a box of bandages in hand. He was going to turn a blind eye but his mind was faster than his rationality.

He called out your name and he could see how you tensed up. You knew that voice anywhere and it just had be today of all places that Sunghoon finds you.

You walked away from the aisle, leaving Sunghoon all alone and he was bewildered. Even if you hated him, you would always at least have the decency to look at him but not even that.

He was supposed to be the one ignoring you, not the other way around. But even still, he didn’t listen to his own advice on ignoring you as he went after you.

It wasn’t hard for Sunghoon to catch up to you and the moment he did, he easily turned you around. A faint smirk on his face at the chase you gave him.

But his smirked fell the moment he saw the scratch across your cheek and he doesn’t know what took over him, but one moment he stared at you with wide eyes.

Then the next moment, he was softly cupping your face, catching you off guard. You tried to ignore the fast beating of your heart, but failed miserably.

“Who did this to you?” The tone of his voice made your whole body shiver, you shuttered lightly, trying to move your eyes away from him was impossible

“Who did this to you?” He repeated himself

You shook your head, hoping he’d buy it but Sunghoon knew you. Of course he did, how could he not know his “enemy”.

“I’m not going to ask again, who did this to you?” You tried to open your mouth to say anything but no words came out

All you could feel and hear was the pounding of your heart against your chest as Sunghoon’s gentle hold was gone as he grabbed the bandaids in your hand before walking away.

You stared at where Sunghoon was standing before looking to how he walked back the aisles. You went after him and saw him grabbing an ointment, he didn’t pay any mind to you before going to the register to pay for the items.

You appeared next to him to stop him but he was already carrying the bag and faintly grabbing onto your wrist to bring you out of the store. No words were exchanged between the two of you as his infamous car came into view.

When he opened the passenger door, he covered the top of his car to make sure you didn’t bump your head into it as he carefully guided you to sit down, facing him.

Sunghoon kneeled down onto the ground as he rummaged through the bag to grab the ointment and bandaids. You stared at him perplexed, never once has he done this before nor have you ever expected for him to do this especially for you.

He carefully put some ointment on his finger before looking to you.

“May I?” His voice faint that if you weren’t paying close attention to him, you would’ve missed it, you softly nodded your head

His finger came into contact with your cheek and you felt the same fluttering in your heart that you did when he cupped your cheeks.

The focus Sunghoon had as he put the ointment onto your cheek made your heart warm, he grabbed a bandaid before carefully placing it over the scratch.

He softly smiled before looking to your eyes and that was when both of you realized the moment you were in. Sunghoon saw the gaze you held and that made his heart unexpectedly full.

The night was only starting but it felt like something else was starting as well.

After that night, you and Sunghoon seemed to avoid each other all together. Unable to comprehend what either of you were feeling, you both silently agreed to steer clear of the other.

Whenever you saw Sunghoon around, your heart jumped but you forcefully pushed it down as turned the other way. You were oblivious to the lingering gaze from him whenever you walked away.

Sunghoon doesn’t remember the last time he’s spoken to you (it’s only been a week), but he was growing more irritable, the more time he spent without you.

He didn’t realize when you suddenly had such a power over him. At first he didn’t like it, saying how you unconsciously tried to get under his skin.

But, the more frequent the endless drives and sleepless nights became the more time he had to think to himself. He was conflicted, trying to make sense of his fluttering heart.

And after hard questioning (watching videos and google searches) he was brought the realization that he likes you.

He doesn’t know when he started to fall for you but what he did know was that he couldn’t hold it together anymore.

You were slowly becoming his whole existence and you weren’t talking nor even looking at him anymore. He considered himself foolish for liking you but he simply couldn’t help it.

You were walking out of your place with the expectations of your friends waiting for you. But to your surprise, you find Sunghoon waiting outside.

You immediately froze when you saw him. You had been trying to ignore him in hopes of getting rid of these blaring feelings that grew for him.

But seeing him standing outside your door made all your ‘hard work’ go down the drain in a flash. Your first thought was to run away, to go back into your place and act like you didn’t see him.

Now you knew the thought wasn’t good but in the heat of the moment that is exactly what you did. You turned a blind eye and went back into your place.

Sunghoon shocked that you still tried to avoid him even when he was right in front of you. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before nodding, so that’s how it was going to be.

But luckily, Sunghoon never minded getting under your skin.

He quickly went to the door before you had the chance to fully close it and held it open with his foot. You noticed his foot peeking through and you looked up to him in disbelief.

“What are you doing?” You questioned and he easily smirked

“Getting your attention onto me”

It took everything in your power to not roll your eyes at him. You sighed heavily before nodding your head with a smile of acknowledgment as you tried to close the door.

But Sunghoon’s foot was still lodge in between, not moving in the slightest.

“Do I finally have your undivided attention?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you knew you couldn’t keep ignoring him

You rolled your eyes, sighing defeat before opening your door fully. Sunghoon smirked at how you caved in as he straightened his posture and dusted off his clothes.

You closed the door the moment he took he retracted his foot and you thought you were successful but your door didn’t close fully once again.

You looked to see Sunghoon’s foot once again preventing your door from closing fully. You blinked a couple of times before realizing you weren’t escaping him this time.

You opened your door once again to Sunghoon’s smile never fell from his face. You stared at him trying to deny the beating of your heart.

“What Park?”

“Why are you ignoring me?” He decided to not waste any time

“Probably because I don’t want to see you” You raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled at your words

“Oh that’s too bad because I want to see you” You looked to him confused, searching for any sign of him lying but there wasn’t a single sign

But you weren’t going to fall for this too easily. He may very well be messing with you only to get a reaction out of you.

Even though, it stings your heart at the thought of him messing around with something like this. Deep down, you wished for everything he’s doing to be true.

“You always like to get under my skin don’t you?” Sunghoon chuckled and nodded his head

“I find joy in it” You rolled your eyes at him feeling the bubbling of emotions in you, you don’t know whether these emotions were positive or negative ones but you were about to find out

“If that’s all you came to bother me with, I have plans to attend”

“The plans that I asked our friends to make so that you could come out and actually face me?” You stared at him in shock as you heard what he had done

“You did what Park? You used my friends?” You asked, your voice getting a little louder than you anticipated

“I didn’t use your friends, I asked our friends for a favor which they easily complied” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders as you scoffed at him

“Always Park Sunghoon, feeling entitled to get anything he wants” When Sunghoon heard you, he felt a rise in him

“Well when you ignore and avoid me like the plague, you sort of run out of options on what to do” He defended his case and you only grew frustrated but not at him but instead at yourself

You knew Sunghoon meant well but you were getting frustrated with your own emotions that it was taking over your rationality.

Sunghoon was supposed to be the bane of your existence and yet here he was slowly becoming the center of it.

“Take the hint, I was avoiding you for a reason” You came off way harsher than you wanted to but that didn’t faze Sunghoon in the slightest

“Alright then what’s yours so good reason for avoiding me?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he waited for you answer

You were stunned, your mouth opening and closing trying to gather words to form any kind of sentence. But nothing reasonable was forming in your mind and you decided to throw all rationality out the window.

“Because I realized that I’m starting to like you and it’s a problem!” You confessed as you heavily panted feeling a weight fall from your shoulders

You stared at Sunghoon, waiting for any type of reaction but all he did was stare you. Your heart pounded nervously waiting for anything from him.

Sunghoon on the other hand felt like he was soaring through cloud nine. Hearing your abrupt confession wasn’t something he planned but he’s beyond happy he experienced it.

“I don’t see how it’s a problem, I like you too” You quickly looked to Sunghoon who was already looking at you

“I think…Actually no, I know I like you way more than I’m supposed to”

“Every minute in a day, you’re on my mind like a broken record on repeat. At first, I was frustrated that you wouldn’t leave my mind”

“But as the days went on and the more time we were spent together. I began enjoying your company that I started to look forward to it the minute I open my eyes”

“That’s how I knew I was done for and then all of a sudden you’re ignoring me. How do you think that made me feel?”

“I felt like I lost something so valuable before it could even start!”

“I like you so much that it’s almost impossible for me to believe that I ever hated you at one point” Sunghoon’s angry rant finally finished as he swallowed down his heavy pants, he had let go of his pride in order to confess to you

You didn’t realize how your tension melted away and just how fast your heart fluttered. Sunghoon had liked you back.

“You dropped your pride in order to confess that?” You teased with a smile on your face, causing Sunghoon to laugh and he shook his head

Even after he poured his heart out, you still managed to tease him. He easily cupped your cheeks into his hands before brining his face close to yours.

“May I?” He whispered and you smirked to him

"Park Sunghoon dropping his pride for me huh? I think I can get used to this" Sunghoon smiled in amusement as you finally mentioned his name instead of only using his last name

“Finally using my name” Sunghoon pointed out and you realized you did before shaking your head

“Sorry, I meant to say-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as Sunghoon suddenly crashed his lips onto yours, it only lasted for a moment until he pulled away and whispered in your ear

“I like it better when you say my name” Sunghoon whispered before brining his lips back to yours to kiss you with a little more desperation than the first time

What felt like something unimaginable soon became reality as you melted into the kiss. Sunghoon held you like you were the only thing in the center of the universe (well to him, you were).

You smiled against the kiss as you could feel him deepening it. Never did you expect for anything to happen with Sunghoon, but as you’ve realized long ago.

He was full of surprises but now you didn’t mind them. You giggled in the kiss as he became to place kisses all over your face. Sunghoon smiled to himself hearing you.

He didn’t want his secret to get out of him being a street racer but he also never anticipated on ever falling for you, his enemy but you made it impossible not to. As he pulled away after planting one kiss last against your lips, he smiled at you.

Sunghoon wanted to show you off, you were his only pride from now on.

“I think I can get used to having you as my only pride”

[pieandflannel]

Hi, your angst hit me hard, not gonna lie, and I was wondering if you are able to write like a part 2 of it where they reunite in heaven, maybe make it a little bit fluffy, idk, what ever your up to, it was so good, I literally had to look in a different direction so I won't cry, thank you 🥰

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ stairway to heaven

pt.2 to talking to the moon

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

summary: due to an unexpected accident you reunite with dean quicker than you expected

cw: angsty fluff.ᐟ themes of death.ᐟ cliche idea of heaven.ᐟ mention of car crash.ᐟ reference to season 15 [spoiler alert!] .ᐟ special guests [sam, bobby].ᐟ

word count: 2k

julia yaps: i am so sorry it took me ages to answer your request, my brain refused to work on this sad topic, hope you enjoy this tho!

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you slowly open your eyes only to be greeted by the blinding brightness of nothingness. you squint and rub your eyes in an attempt to get them used to the light that surrounded you.

you managed to get up, wobbling a bit in your tracks before dusting yourself off. where the hell were you? you thought to yourself.

curiosity got the best of you so you started walking ahead of you, trying to explore the place, the bright seemingly empty place with nothing but fluffy cloud-like mist or fog. as you move forward your eye caught a glimpse of something shiny but in order to get to it you had to go up a flight of stairs.

“hello?” you called out, hoping to find someone with some kind of answers, any explanation as to what this place was. there was no response whatsoever, dead silence.

the first step you took onto the stairs felt elevating, and then the rest of them was a piece of cake. as you reached the top, you were welcomed by an enormous golden gate, the excruciatingly gorgeous details carved into every single inch, immediately catching your eye.

you tried to have a closer look at it all, lifting your hand up to gently caressing the gold with your fingertips. at that motion, the pearly gates started opening up with a tiny creaking sound, as if they needed a bit of oil on the hinges.

the sudden movement of the giant gate startling you slightly, but as they open up enough for you to walk through them, you took your chance in trying to explore the place further. as you took a step inside the scenery suddenly flipped.

it’s as if you were teleported to another place. a very beautiful place though, this must be a dream obviously, you thought to yourself. which would explain your chill attitude towards all the exploration without feeling the need to hold a knife or gun in your hand. that feeling of freedom and safety felt so refreshing, considering that most your existence you fought for your life or others lives, as a hunter.

the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under your boots echoed throughout the mountains. birds cooing and crickets chirping, the fresh but warm breeze tickling your face as the golden rays of sunlight shined through the trees. you stopped for a second to enjoy the beautiful landscape in front of you, the different shades of greens and browns all combined into an amazing view that contrasted with the clear blue sky with barely any clouds.

you started hearing a familiar bark in the distance, the sound getting closer and closer until you noticed miracle, dean’s dog that you took care of after his death, running towards you.

“miracle?! come here boy, c’mere!” you called out to him in your high pitched voice that you always used on dogs, patting your thighs encouraging him to run towards you. you knelt down with open arms and before you knew it miracle was all over you, licking your face, jumping up and down with happiness that he’s seeing you. you couldn’t help but giggle, ruffling his hair. “oh what are you doing here all alone boy?” you asked him as if he was going to answer. a big smile on your face, it felt like you haven’t seen him in years. odd.

you were so occupied with petting and playing with miracle that you didn’t even notice someone standing in your line of vision. you wondered who the boots belonged to, maybe this certain someone could help you find out where you were?

your eyes slowly scanned up their body. biker boots, jeans, green jacket, burgundy flannel, black tshirt and then– there it was, the face of a man that owned your heart. none other than dean winchester himself.

dean had a big ol’ smile on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he was clearly as happy as miracle to see you, if not more.

“dean?” you exclaimed as you got up from your knees and jumped into his arms, nearly tripping him over while at it. he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. his embrace was tight, you could feel all those years of longing spill into the hug. and of course you returned with the same energy, your grip on his jacket making your knuckles turn white, you didn’t want to let him go, especially if it was a dream that would eventually come to an end, and you’d have to wake up.

“is it really you?” you asked in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked up at him. dean nodded with the smile you missed oh so much. you let out a sigh of relief before pulling him in for a soft but passionate kiss, your hands cupping his jaw, all these years of yearning and longing spill into the kiss, from both sides, not just yours. you pull away with a smile “i can’t believe i’m finally having a dream about you”

dean’s smile slowly disappeared at your words, and a worried expression replaced it. you noticed his sudden shift. “what is it?” you asked with a small head tilt. dean looked away for a second before meeting your eyes again.

his expression soft and empathetic, “i don’t know how to tell you this but-“ he started off but before he could finish you cut him off.

“oh my god, sam?!” you squealed running up to him and giving him a big hug, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, “thank god you’re okay, i was starting to get worried that-“ sam started but dean give him a quick hand sign to shut up. you frowned at his words, this dream is getting a little weird, you thought.

you pulled away from the hug, looking at sam confused. “worried that what? guys.. why are you acting so odd?” you began to question. you turned to look at dean who had a mixed expression, he sure as hell was glad to see you but concerned about how you’ll react to what they were about to tell you.

“dean!” you whined softly trying to get him to talk.

dean looked at sam and gave him a nod, “i think it’s best if sam told you..”

you frown in confusion, getting slightly scared. “tell me what?” you gave dean a glance before turning to face sam. now you demanded an answer.

sam shifted slightly on the spot, he took a deep breath, “do you remember what happened?” he looked into your eyes with a deep emotion that you couldn’t quite read. you squinted your eyes a little, “no.. i-“ you tried to go back to what happened before you arrived here. you assumed this was dreamland so you tried to remind yourself where did you fall asleep.

the two men let you figure it out on your own, at it would have been best for you to. your frown turned into a face of panic, not being able to remember the part where you lay down in bed or rest your head on the leather seat of the impala.

“i don’t-“ you started tearing up as the sudden flash of memory came back to you. the memory of two bright headlights of a transportation truck getting closer and closer to the side of the impala. “we were in the car..” you explained what you finally remembered.

“and.. a big truck was heading too quick on a crossroad..” as you say that out loud it all hits you like the truck did. you gasped, looking up into sam’s eyes with devastation in yours. you covered your mouth in pure shock. “we got hit.. on the side, the car tipped” your voice trembling.

sam nodded, “we.. didn’t survive to impact, i’m sorry..” he added with an empathetic tone as if he didn’t die himself, you let out a soft sigh as a stray tear rolled down your cheek. you felt dean’s hand gently rubbing your back in an attempt to sooth you. “we died in a car crash..?” you asked in disbelief, deep down hoping that you misheard or maybe misunderstood, sam gave you a hesitant nod. “..wow” was all you could vocalise as the information sank in.

you cleared your throat, “so this is..” you tried to say it out loud but you couldn’t spit it out, denial creeping up on you.

“you’re in heaven sweetheart” dean stepped in, he knew this was a hard pill to swallow and that you’d need time to accept that you’ve died, along with sam and miracle. you let out a broken chuckle as tears filled your eyes. dean pulled you back into a hug, his hand rubbing your back in a slow, calming motion. his chin resting on the top of your head.

for a long minute, you say nothing. you just let dean hold you.

“honestly didn’t think we’d end up here after all the shit we’ve done” you broke the silence with a joke, trying to distract yourself with lighthearted humour. you heard the two men chuckle softly at your words.

you sniffled and wiped your tears away with your sleeve. “at least we are all together now right?” you tried to see the positive side of it all, even if it was hard.

“yeah, we are” dean mumbled into your hair, a soft smile on his face. once he felt your body gradually relaxing, tension disappearing, he slowly let go of you. and instead he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand.

“now how bout we go say hi to bobby” he suggested as he gently shook your hand in his, a smile curving on his face. he couldn’t take his emerald green eyes off you, his heart thumping in his chest at how happy he was to finally reunite with you, his true love.

you nodded enthusiastically.

dean whistled, “come on boy, let’s go” he called to miracle, and then the four of you walked towards bobby’s cabin.

you had so much questions to ask about this place, but you knew not to throw them all at once at dean. “so.. this is how heaven looks like, huh? so not what i expected”

dean smiled, the corners of his eyes scrunching slightly, looking up at the mountains and trees. “yeah, jack made sure to make this place as peaceful as possible, and where everyone could be together, not just isolated in their own little memory for eternity” dean explained.

“jack did a terrific job with this place” sam added, casually admiring the nature scenery as you walked down the path that lead to bobby’s place.

“he really did” you agreed, you glanced at dean with a smile before looking around, taking in the beauty of this place.

“you three idjits better not walk all over my petunias, or i’ll rock salt you with my shotgun” you heard bobby yell from his porch as he sat in his rocking chair. his threat lacking the hostility, your giggle making bobby smile.

“well i’ll be darned..” bobby stood up from his chair, looking all happy to see you. you strolled quickly towards him to give him a hug. “hey bobby”

“so.. gardening, huh bobby?” sam teased with a cheeky little grin.

“what? it’s calming, clears your head and it lowers your blood pressure” he explained seriously.

“bobby you know you can’t die from high blood pressure in heaven, right?” dean chuckled, joining into teasing the older man.

“shut up” bobby muttered.

the interaction felt like you got taken back in time, back to bobby’s house during the festive season, teasing and bickering like a family at a table full of home cooked food with a football game or shitty hallmark movie playing in the background.

you had a feeling you’ll be okay, and you were. because now you were all together. safe and retired from the dangerous job that brought you guys all together in the first place.

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[dostoyevsky-official]

I'm gonna keep it a stack... a lot of these 'palestine good :D' 'Israel Bad >:(' discourse is largely performative activism, people are just hopping on what is the latest trend and deciding to join wether they have any fucking knowledge on the matter whatsoever, take India-Pakistan conflict for example.

Propaganda is a dangerous thing since a lot of it is on the internet for young gullible minds to find.

this isn't necessarily wrong. it was the same for ukraine for 2022 in america: reflexive, automatic support without knowledge of more than the basic facts. "free sudan/hands off haiti," congo, etc. were popular graffiti tags last year, without any explanation of whose hands are in sudan (not america's by any direct link).

but i also think a reflexive urge to care for people abroad and a cultivation for the suffering of those so far removed is admirable and vastly preferable to both apathetic indifference or the opposite, reflexive cruelty, especially when both are on the rise, even when it's a bit shallow. what other conclusion should people draw from 400,000 palestinian deaths in gaza than palestine good, israel bad?

[seat-safety-switch]

Earlier this week, one of my scientific companions in the field of industrial shitbox arts was killed. Don't worry, I didn't do it. I'm not even liable this time. Here's who is completely responsible: whoever the fuck makes Roombas.

Let's first speak to the normal people in the audience. When you get tired of your Roomba and want to get a new one, the old one gets "recycled." What this means is that it's put on eBay for parts. Someone new gets a cheap Roomba, you no longer have a junk Roomba sitting in your house, and the eBay middleman "recycles" about a hundred bucks into his pocket without doing any actual work.

Despite the fact that all of the rest of us have watched Brave Little Toaster during critical development periods in our lives, and imagine that the Roomba we are discarding would be much sadder in the junkyard than in a million pieces in our basement parts box, you still went and did it. You monster. And now someone else has your old Roomba. Statistically, they actually have several Roombae, because why else would they be buying parts for them from eBay?

What this all means is that humanity can be divided into two kinds of people, roughly: individuals with one Roomba, and folks with several dozen Roombas. There is, in theory, a group of people who own no Roombas whatsoever, but we can ignore them for the sake of this explanation. They have very sad lives and should get an eBay account going.

Long story short is that my buddy, who we'll call Ralph Hoover, was consumed by his robot vacuums. According to his GitHub account, the last thing he was working on was "swarm cleaning," where every Roomba in his home would be summoned to the same room and devour it in an ultra-efficient grid, phalanx-like, until it was perfectly cleaned in mere seconds. Anyway, it turns out that those babies can strip a man to the bone when you get in the way of about twenty of them. Good lesson for everybody, particularly that you should be pretty wary about looking for odd red stains on all the "for parts" Roombas that are going to be listed on eBay for the next couple of weeks.

[miaoua3]

hii !! i'd like to request for "sitting in between wonu's thighs while he stimulates ur clit as u lay back on his chest" thank you <3

hii! sure, i hope you enjoy this!

Wonwoo, The Menace

Pairing: bf! wonwoo x f! reader

Genre: smut….just…smut

Description: wonwoo gets in one of his moods again, you end up being on the receiving end of it (not that you complain (well kind of))

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so, here’s the thing. wonwoo, your beautiful and sweet boyfriend, was usually nothing more than perfect, always so sweet and caring to you. on any other day, you would describe him as nothing more than as an angel.

on any other day. but not today.

see, wonwoo sometimes gets into these…moods, where without any explanation whatsoever decides to make it mission to make you suffer (well not really but also kind of).

and he usually decides to do it by teasing you for hours to no end with the help of your little pink vibrator.

about an hour ago, wonwoo randomly pulled you with him to your bedroom, kissing you like he hasn’t tasted you in years, hands groping your ass and tits like his life depended on it.

gradually, his pace slowed down, the closer you two got to the bed. once the back of his knees hit the bed, he broke off the kiss in order to slowly lower himself down on it, keeping up with the eye contact, as well as letting his hands slowly slide down from your back all the way down to your thighs.

and his eyes? if eyes could talk his would say “i am going to have so much fun with making you scream and moan my name all night long."

the thought sent shivers down your spine.

ever so slowly, he moved himself so he was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back against the board of it.

with dark eyes looking at you, he patted one of his thick thighs that were now spread.

“strip and sit.”

that was an hour ago. an hour of agonising pleasure and hundreds of tears rolling down your cheeks, your hands holding onto his arms tightly, his dirty mouth whispering profanities and encouraging words all in the same breath in your ear from behind.

you have already orgasmed two times already, simply from him holding the little vibrator to your clit while his other indecisive hand restlessly went from playing with your nipples to playing with the entrance of your pussy.

something about the whole thing- him being fully clothed while you were completely naked, letting yourself be at his mercy, following all of his instructions to the t, him going from “oh, you want my fingers? does my little princess want my fingers inside her hungry little pussy? hm? beg for it then.” to “such a good girl, keeping her hands to herself. cum for me, make a mess for me.” all in the same breath.

something about everything was so hot to you, which made your pleasure increase by the suspense of hopefully finally having him fuck you.

wonwoo was currently working on the orgasm number 3 from you, his lips brushing your ear as he’s whispering naughty words into it, his hand gently resting against the base of your neck while his other hand is holding the little toy to your clit.

you can feel your legs shaking against his own, you can also feel your hands holding onto his wrists tightly, as well as the tears continuously falling from your eyes and sobs mixed with moans break out of you.

you can feel all this, and yet your mind is thousand of miles away, floating away from you that you’re not entirely aware of all your actions. the only thing that you can focus on is wonwoo’s firm chest against your back and the pleasure his hand is currently bringing to you.

trying to stop your legs from shaking so much, wonwoo reaches with his free hand to hold your thigh in place. focusing on his veiny hand squeezing your leg, you hear your lover murmur "fuck, you're shaking so much-does it feel good? hm? is my baby feeling so good that she can't control herself? fuck it- i want you to cum on my fingers" he decides on quickly.

turning the vibrator off, he throws it to the side before he starts rubbing your clit with the two of his fingers quickly, his mouth nibbling and sucking on the skin of your neck as you rapidly approach your end.

before you can even warn him, you feel yourself cumming, your moans filling the otherwise quiet room. you seemingly black out due to the immense pleasure, so much so that you aren't even aware that you just squirted all over your bedsheets.

with your head resting against wonwoo's chest, it takes you a few moments to come back to yourself. it is only then that you notice both the wetness of the sheets beneath you, as well as how quiet your boyfriend has gone, you slowly turn your head upwards to him, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

wonwoo's eyes are solely focused on your quivering legs and the wetness of the sheets, his pupils fully blown, making them look almost black.

unconsciously, you tighten the hold of your hand on his arm that wrapped itself around your chest as you were orgasming to keep you in place.

finally breaking out of his trance at your movement, he slowly moves his focus from between your legs to your eyes. in a blink of an eye, his hand moves from resting on your chest to grasping your jaw, tilting your head more to the back before he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth with no manners at all, battling for its dominance against your own.

breaking the kiss briefly, he utters "fuck, that was so hot." before going back to kissing you again, only to interrupt himself again. "need you to do that again, around my cock."

gasping, you ask him "again?"

he pecks your lips gently once, twice, before he looks at you with lustful eyes.

"what, you didn't think i was done with you baby, did you?"

and the little sinister smirk told you that

he wasn't going to let you out of his arms the entire night.

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hope this is okay, i know it’s a bit short but that’s because i have 16 MORE REQUESTS TO ANSWER BLODDY HELL and also because i wrote this with shaky hands due to drinking coffee first thing in the morning😭 anyway love ya🫶

[trippinsorrows]

wicked games + one

authors note: here we go again. i have no excuse atp. none whatsoever. this is more a prologue than anything, because the following parts will show just we ended up here...

words: 4k

**gif belongs to @dejameflorecer

warnings: angst

Her laughter haunts him.

Once an anodyne for any and all of his bad days, now the source of his bad days.

That same laughter echoes through the hotel room, radiates from the phone in his hand as he watches one of the many videos she took.

“I want to remember these moments,” she once told him as explanation for why she seemingly couldn’t go one date or outing without snapping a photo or recording a video of them together.

The video in question that serves as his punishment is one she took when they were at his place. One of the times where he didn’t take her somewhere special or have elaborate plans. He just wanted to be around her and vice versa.

Roman sees himself sitting back on the sofa, remote in hand, probably trying to decide between the options of movies she gave him.

She then shifts the focus back onto her, and he’s immediately moved by how she’s wearing only one of his shirts, signifying she’d spent the night.

Roman’s chest tightens.

He hasn't had a good night’s rest in months, the absence of her, in all the ways, chasing and overwhelming his every waking moment.

“Ro!” She giggles, moving around again, now on her knees on the sofa as she holds onto him from the side. “Can you at least smile for me? You look like I’m torturing you.”

Present Roman watches past Roman cast an irritated glance to the camera followed by a significantly relaxed one to her. “You know I’m not a camera person like that, Sol.”

She rolls her eyes. So big and pretty. Innocent. “Whatever.” Her dismissal is followed by her kissing his cheek and smiling wryly. “I know how to get your attention.”

A misunderstanding on her part, because she always had his attention. 

Still does.

More movement followed by music playing in the background. 

G-A-N-G baby, let me B-A-N-G, baby

Let me fuck some'

G-A-N-G baby, let me B-A-N-G, baby

Let me fuck some'

He’d heard the song before, played at the gym and club a couple of times, but the song is not the focus. She is. Always. He watches her her climb onto his lap, that sneaky look on her face replaced with a new angle.

The angle of her holding the phone so it’s focused on her ass as she twerks on top of him, cheeks and hips moving perfectly in sync to the beat of the song. 

If that ass fat, better shake that shit (Baow, baow)

Put a hand up if you take dick (Tryna fuck some')

Keep shit P, I'll never be a trick

But the way she fuck, make me spend that shit (Let me fuck some')

A viewing at a different time would probably evoke a different, more physical, carnal reaction from him, but present Roman is too focused on the sound of her laughter when past Roman slaps her ass and tugs her against him.

She bites on her bottom lip, focusing the video back on them as he whispers something in her ear that makes her eyes go wide.

She gasps, smiling and blushing as she turns to him, “Roman!”

The video stops, and the emptiness returns. 

Roman locks his phone, gripping it. His eyes shut, the memories crashing into him like waves of suffocation and devastation. 

He’s not sure why he continues to do this to himself. To torture himself with constant reminders of what will always be his biggest regret in this life. 

The same reason he’s unsure why he’s even doing this.

He needs to leave her alone. He promised he would leave her alone.

But, that was before. 

Before he was informed. Before it was told to him. Not a sure thing. Just a rumor. But a rumor, nonetheless, that resulted in him hopping on the jet and flying to Mexico. A rumor he needs to know is either just that—a rumor—or a secret that’s bound to change everything.

For better or worse remains to be seen. 

It takes another ten minutes for him to exit the vehicle, ten minutes of going back and forth if he should just get back in his car and drive straight to the airport. It’s tempting, but not enough.

He needs to know.

And that’s what he keeps reminding himself of as he makes his way through the mall strip, partially confused due to the fact that it’s all in Spanish. He keeps in mind, however, the name of the shop and the pictures she showed him. Pictures that included promises of him to come see it in person, for her to give him a personal tour of all of her home, one day.

Promises and dreams that lie in the wastelands of what could but will never be.

Bypassing a couple, the woman wearing a bright green bikini top and shorts brings him back to a memory.

She runs over to him, giggling, holding onto her chest, the thin straps of her lime green bikini top failing to properly secure those beautiful breast of hers.

Sitting and straddling his lap, she takes the phone from him. "Let me see."

He watches her eyes survey the photos he snapped, his hand moving to her hips, holding her. "They alright?"

Her eyes flicker up to him. She nods with a small smile, kissing his cheek. "They're perfect."

Roman says nothing but thinks the same.

She is perfect.

Placing the phone down on the towel that he sits on, she moves her arms around his neck. "Guess what I've been thinking about?"

He makes a sound, hands massaging the meat of her hips. "No idea. Tell me."

She bites on her bottom lip, answering in a giddy tone. "Us."

Funny. He thinks the of the same thing. More often than not.

Roman lifts his hand to her chin, gaze softening. "What about us?"

Her eyes alight with elation. "When we're married and have a house full of kids running around."

Her answer surprises him. To some extent. Not entirely. She's brought up marriage before. Voiced her desire for them to one day be wed, but it's always marred by the dark secrets he continues to sit on.

Continues to withhold from her.

Solana nods, moving her hands up and down his broad shoulders. "I want to get married back home in Mexico, but I want us to live here in the states." She explains, sighing in awe. "I want us to have a house in the country though."

He chuckles quietly. "The country, huh?"

Her smile is warm and loving as she leans forward, holding him, burying herself against his safety. "I want to be away from everyone. Just you. Me. Our kids." Solana sighs as he moves his hands up her back and kisses the top of her head. "Us.....that's all we need."

Detaching from distant times, Roman does his best to push away those uncomfortable feelings and heartbreaking memories to stay focused on the task at hand, his dedication eventually bringing him to his destination.

Dulce's.

He stands outside the building, recognizing the outside, the beautiful flower arrangements that line the window. It's all so her.

And for a second, he considers turning around once more. Fears this place of purity and sanctuary will be polluted by him, polluted by the stench of betrayal that follows him wherever he goes.

But, the desire, the almost need to have his question answered is overpowering. Is enough to take him to that next stop.

And Roman walks into the store.

“Buenos días!”

Months.

It’s been months since he’s heard her voice in real time, having to make do with archival footage. But hearing it now, after so long, the happiness in it, it’s….difficult, to say the least. Roman swallows, studying the back of her head as she stands behind the counter, clearly working on a bouquet, the seconds stretching to minutes in terms of how long it takes her to turn around. But, when she does, he’s wishing she didn’t “Cómo puedo ayudarle—”

Solana is silent the minute her eyes land on him, the terror and shock in her pretty brown hues filling him with all the shame. 

She’s far from pleased at the sight of him.

Her mouth parts slightly, and he swears he can see her chest gradually moving up and down, indication of panic. “Roman?” It’s been months since he’s heard his name on her mouth in real time, and it nearly kills him how horrified she sounds saying it. “Wh—what—how—”

Roman didn’t think of what exactly he was going to say when he was standing in front of her, didn’t think he needed to. Now, he realizes that wasn’t the smartest decision. Her very strong reaction to seeing him shouldn't surprise him, shouldn’t bother him. After all, what he did to her…the way he hurt her….he’s surprised the door isn’t slammed in his face.

“I—” Struggling with verbalization has never been a thing for him until this moment. “I needed to see you. We—we need to talk.”

For better or worse, his words seem to trigger her out of her state of shock. Her brows furrow slightly, her hands tightly gripping the counter. “How did you find me?” 

“Solana—”

“How—” Her voice is harder, a new emotion rising: anger. “did you find me?”

He straightens, jaw fixed. “I’ve always known where you were.”

And, it shouldn't come as a surprise. It only made sense after everything he did to her, the pain he caused her, that she would return to her safe space. Be around her family.

That she would go home.

Her expression seems to indicate she recognizes this as well. Recognizes that it was maybe unwise to think Roman, of all people, would not know where she disappeared to. “Well, you’ve wasted your time, because I have nothing to say to you.” 

It’s then that she tries to turn away from him, but he takes a step closer, hating how she leans back against the counter. It’s almost physically painful to see and feel her disgust towards him. “You don’t want to talk to me, I get that.”

Solana’s eyes widen, her voice harsh and unforgiving. “I don’t even want to see you, let alone speak to you.” She shakes her head, reaching and pointing to the door behind him. “Now, I won’t tell you again, get out.”

Roman does his best to shove away the emotions that only seem to come up when he’s with and around her. “Solana, please just—”

“Don’t you get it!” She snaps, gesturing again to the door. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Roman! I don’t want to think about you, I don’t want to remember you.” Emotion imbues her voice and face. “I’d give anything to be able to wipe you and the past year from my memory.”

A slap. Verbal. Painful.

He straightens, reminding himself of his objective. Reminding himself that everything she’s throwing at him is deserved, no matter how much it kills him to know just how she feels about him.

About them. 

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I just need—”

“You don’t get to need anything from me!”

Another fair statement. Understandable. But, it doesn’t negate the fact that he needs to talk to her about this. He needs to know. 

And, it’s only then that Roman allows himself to take her in. Her face and breast both look fuller, a certain glow to her she’s always had but seems….brighter. He’s also just now noticing the way she keeps adjusting her dress. 

Specifically around the stomach area.

He….he doesn’t know what or if anything to make of that. 

Solana, however, seems to notice his gaze that’s focused on her stomach area and clears her throat, moving past the counter to walk away. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you to please lea—”

Roman knows being forceful isn’t the best move in this situation. However, he’s not even sure if there is a right thing to do, but what he does, whether right or wrong, manages to answer his question in the most unexpected way. 

His arm reaching across, serving as a barrier that prevents her from walking away. An effective barrier, but also a source of reveal. Because when Solana jumps back slightly, that movement causes the material of her dress to flatten against her stomach, revealing an unmistakable swell. 

A bump.

A baby bump.

There was already a million and one things going through his mind from the moment Jimmy mentioned to him that he overheard Bayley tell Naomi that Solana was pregnant. And normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it. Would try to come to peace with the fact that not only had Solana truly moved on, but she was starting a family with someone else. A quick turnaround time, but not anything he could judge. Not fairly, anyway.

But, this nagging, insistent voice in the back of the head wouldn’t leave him. Wouldn’t trickle away. Because he knows Solana.

Knows how major her letting him take her virginity was for her. Sacred. Special. 

He couldn’t envision a world where she could just fall in bed with someone else so soon and end up pregnant, at that. And, it’s all of that that led him to his suspicion that if Solana was in fact pregnant, it wasn’t by another man.

It was by him. 

An almost inconceivable thing he sat on for almost a week before feeling an almost requirement to fly down to Mexico and see for himself.

And seeing, he certainly is. 

“It’s true.” His voice is barely above a whisper, shock and a million other emotions swirling around his entire being. He doesn’t even really register the way her face turns red, undecipherable emotions coming over her. “You’re pregnant….”

Somehow, they both seem to snap back to a more logical state, Solana covering her body. “That’s none of your business.”

His eyes snap to hers, and for the first time since stepping foot into her shop, he’s hit with something else other than an insurmountable amount of regret.

He’s hit with anger.

“None of my business?” His voice is leveled and even. “You’re carrying my child, Solana. How the hell is that none of my business?”

“No, it’s my child,” she counters, voice just as firm as his as she reiterates, “my baby, who I will raise by myself. You don’t get to be in their life.”

Just like that, anger morphs into burning rage at her words. It’s one thing to keep him completely in the dark about the existence of his own child but to still think that she can keep him in the dark once the light is on is beyond him.

Roman knows he hurt her. Did her wrong. Broke her heart, and he’ll always live with the regret of that. But, their unborn child has nothing to do with what transpired between them, and it’s unfair to try to keep him away. 

And he responds as such, from that place of hurt.  “The hell I don’t. You’re crazy as hell if you think I’m gon’ let you keep me out of my child’s life.”

A poor choice of words, the wrong thing to say, clearly. 

“Roman….” Her name leaving his mouth is a thing of disbelief, like she’s incapable of comprehending just what she’s hearing. “In what world do you think you have any right to be involved in my child’s life?”

It’s the singular possessive word of ‘my’ that continues to grate his already paltry nerves. “Our child!”

“No!” She yells, jumping an octave and a level of vulnerability. “I won’t let you be in their life, Roman! I don’t care if I have to—if I have to move to do it. I’ll—I’ll go into hiding.”

Roman can’t deny the fear that creeps into him at her threat. Solana leaving and going home to Mexico is one thing, nothing really, because he knew where she was. But Solana disappearing and going off the radar, with their child, is something entirely different.

He won’t have that.

He can’t have that.

“I’ll find you,” a quiet, truthful vow. A promise. “I’ll always find you.”

She lifts her chin, reiterating, “then I’ll keep moving, keep running for as long as I have to to keep this baby away from you.” Her voice breaks, her jaw trembling, as she admits in a quiet voice, “I won’t let her hurt her the way you hurt me.”

His shoulder drop, anger melting away, incapable of remaining in the face of such hurt.

“Solana….”

He tries to step toward her only for her to jerk back, arms almost protectively wrapped around her stomach.

“Do you have any idea how empty I’ve felt?” A rhetorical question, he’s sure, but one that cuts him. Cuts him deep. “How I—how I cry myself to sleep most nights. How stupid I feel at believing you ever cared about me, ever loved me. How–how I try to not think about how this baby got here, the lies she was created from?"

“Solana, my love for you has never and will never be a lie.” And that has and will always be the God’s honest truth. “Baby, I love you.”

“Fuck you, Roman!” She yells, tears leaking down her face. “You don’t do what you did to me to people you claim to love! You don’t even know what love is! You’re not capable of it!”

He swallows. “Solana—”

“You are a heartless monster. You feel nothing for people. You use them for what you need, and then you throw them to the wayside like they’re trash. You broke me!” She looks away, covering her mouth to conceal the sob she’s doing her best to hold in. “You—you don’t deserve to be a father.”

Roman refuses to show her deep her words hit him, the pain she clearly still feels from how they ended, from what he did. He knows he deserves it, that he broke her heart, that he fucked with her head. But still, he never thought she’d be the type to hold their issues with each other against him when it came to a child.

Their child.

He swallows, doing his best to not allow the verbal daggers to consume him, because although deserved, it’s still a devastating, excruciatingly painful experience. One he wasn’t fully prepared for. 

Roman looks down, taking a breath, wanting, needing to be careful with what he says next. “Solana, I—”

“Hermana?”

A new voice introduced into the conversation. Male. Unfamiliar. Unwanted.

A scowl appears on Roman’s face as trepidation overtakes Solana.

“Wes….”

Roman’s scowl falters ever so slightly. Wes…..

He’s heard that name before. 

It takes a second or two for it to hit him. Wesley.

Solana’s brother.

Fuck.

She angles her body more toward him. “Wh—what are you—”

“Roman Reigns?” He’s clearly not listening to her, his suspecting, almost challenging gaze focused on Roman. “What the hell?”

Solana shakes her head, nervously twiddling with the material of her dress. “Wes, plea—”

“What the hell do you want with my sister?” Wesley’s angry question is directed toward an irritated Roman. He doesn’t have time for this shit. Wes takes a step closer. “Leave her the fuck alone.”

“Wesley, please,” Solana implores, her eyes pleading. “It’s not—”

“How do you even know her?” The questions are fair and ongoing but simultaneously increasing Roman’s irritation and Solana’s apprehension. “Why are you even here?”

“This doesn’t fucking concern you,” Roman snaps. To his credit, if it was anyone else, he’d have them unconscious. Or dead. But, this is Solana’s sibling, so he’s doing his best to remain calm. As calm as Roman Reigns is capable of being. 

“Anything concerning my little sister concerns me, motherfucker.” Roman has to smile, has to look away, jaw clenched and flexing. This son of a bitch truly doesn’t know who the fuck he’s dealing with.

Solana must detect as such, pleading with her brother once again, “Wesley, please, just—just give us a minute.”

Roman returns his gaze to the two of them, watching as Wes temporarily redirects his focus from the Head of the Table to the woman standing between them. 

“Solana, what’s going on?” A calmer delivery combined with a suspicious gaze. “How do you know him?”

Roman couldn’t give two shits about Solana’s brother right about now. Doesn’t care that even while carrying his child, she’s still keeping the truth about them, about their prior relationship, a secret. It was always something she preferred.

“I just want to enjoy us. Without all the opinions.”

A shared sentiment during nicer, happier, simpler times.

“I—” She’s clearly at a loss of words, unsure of how to handle said situation. “I—” But, a cardinal, betraying mistake is made the minute she, most likely unintentionally, tightens her grip around her belly. A protective, telling thing, because Roman is also very much aware of the second recognition dawns.

“No…..” Wes eyes widen from the disbelief that accompanies said recognition. “He’s the father, isn’t he?”

Solana sniffles, voice quiet, “I can explain, Wes—”

However, Wesley's attention is completely on the object of all his anger and rage.

Roman

“You son of a bitch!”

A verbal lashing accompanied by Wes charging for Roman who easily moves out the way. An active effort considering his first instinct is to lay this bastard out, because in what universe does he think he stands a chance one on one with Roman Reigns?

“Wesley, no!” Solana’s attempts to settle her brother are all in vain as he once again tries to swing at the Tribal Chief. “Stop!”

“She’s 24, you sick fuck!” And it’s up until this point Roman was doing a well enough job controlling himself, maintaining his composure, all things considered. But, it’s Wesley’s next accusation that all but snaps his self-control. “You fucking predator! You raped her!”

In that very moment, whatever hold Roman had on his temper is nonexistent. He’s blinded and consumed by anger, by rage, because Roman is a lot of things. But that has and never will be one of them.

Both hands formed into fists, Roman doesn’t try to dodge or even avoid Wesley as the shorter man once again attempts to come at him. He’s ready this time.

But so is Solana.

“No!” And just like that, she puts herself in between them, a hand on his chest and her brother’s. She says something in Spanish, rushed, pressured, aimed toward Wesley. And then she’s looking at Roman, eyes begging, switching back to English, “please leave.”

For a second, Roman considers it. Doesn’t want to cause her anymore stress—or pain—than he already has. But that fucking brother of hers twist the knife even more.

“You should be in jail, you rapist!”

“Stop calling him that, Wes!” Solana snaps, urgency and anger filling her voice. “He didn’t rape me! It was consensual!”

“You’re fucking 24, Solana! He’s almost 40! Nothing is consensual about that!” It’s not even the words and accusations as much as the fact that Wes is practically screaming at her that has Roman’s rage growing.

“Watch how you fucking speak to her,” Roman growls, mindful of Solana’s hand still on his chest. 

“Fuck you!” Wesley spats, hate in his eyes. “I should kill you for what you’ve done to her!"

“Wesley, please!”

“Shut up, Solana!” He screams, the volume and force of which make her jump, her eyes filled with shock. “Are you too stupid to even see—”

“What the fuck did you just call her?”

“I swear to God, if you say one more fucking thing to me—”

“What the fuck you gon’ do, huh?” Roman snaps, completely unhinged, seeing and feeling nothing but red. “You ain’t gon’ do shit!”

It all happens fast, so fast, too fast. Because one minute Solana is doing her best to separate two men she loves in two very different ways, and the next, an unconscious, unintentional act occurs. Unfocused, distracted gaze on the other person followed by a set of arms that push and shove her away. 

Solana’s balance is lost from the force of the push, her body stumbling backwards, a set of eyes—horrified, shocked, repentant—filled with abject horror and her name being called with matching said emotion, the last thing she sees before a brief, intense, painful thud against her head against the corner of the counter and the consumption of the dark abyss.

[izzyfishie]

IZZY'S PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS ON GI-HUN AND IN-HO’S DYNAMIC

some friends encouraged me to finally post this long essay, so here i am!

some pre-post notes:

this is NOT an inhun analysis. the admin of this post does not like inhun whatsoever, nor do they feel the need to be "swayed" into liking inhun. this is just a non-romantic/non-sexual exploration of in-ho and gi-hun's dynamic, brushing past the surface.

however, this is also not an inhun hate post or an attack on those who do ship them. people are entitled to their own opinions, this just happens to be mine, as well as the select people who beta read this analysis post LOL

without further ado, let's get into things.

i think gi-hun confuses in-ho. and not in the “wow i’m gay for him haha” way everybody thinks.

gi-hun makes in-ho question his morals and person, to say the least. he’s confused, and likely angry about that fact. he manipulates gi-hun as young-il to show him the way the world works, and prove him wrong. i also feel like, like il-nam, he would take his beliefs to the grave. it’s just like. when you’re religious for the longest time and confirmation bias the shit out of that until suddenly all those beliefs are being refuted by somebody. that’s probably where the “slightly rooting for him” thing came from as well

but at the same time, in-ho still has anger and likely some sort of envy towards gi-hun — he is the thing in-ho is not morally. and gi-hun is breaking the system set up and breaking his cynical beliefs. so yes, despite what inhun fans think, i do really think he does want to see gi-hun suffer.

but no matter what, even if gi-hun were to show sympathy for in-ho despite his heinous crimes, i do not think in-ho will be fully forgiven, nor do i think he deserves forgiveness. he still has/had autonomy. his trauma can be an explanation, but never an excuse.

not to mention, we forget in-ho was previously a police officer. what do police officers do? guys.. acab.. come on.. i refuse to believe in-ho was fully a good person before the games. until there is genuine concrete canonical proof, i cannot believe it. did he have good qualities? yes. everybody has good and bad qualities. but i also believe he developed a lot of cynicism and moral disengagement over the years, and the games later solidified that.

when he’s playing as young-il, he’s trying to play god, and show gi-hun reality. he does this in many ways – puts their lives on the line during the six-legged pentathlon, uses his words in ways to make gi-hun fall down a pit of questioning, etc. but gi-hun never breaks! and this confuses the shit out of in-ho.

i do firmly believe in-ho is a bad person beyond redemption. nothing can excuse the thousands of deaths he oversaw willingly. unless we somehow find out he’s being forced or coerced into this, which is highly unlikely considering his genuine beliefs on humanity, it is made evident that in-ho is willingly doing this.

at the end of the day, he still did the things he did. he still toyed with lives, and oversaw the deaths and displacement of thousands. he believes he’s doing the right thing, but does that really justify any of it? it does not.

another thing i want to say. i believe gi-hun would give in-ho mercy, not forgiveness. gi-hun is a good person. but he is not naive. he is strongly set on his morals and has been affected deeply by the games set up, and would likely show in-ho mercy without absolution. he never forgave il-nam, did he? (i know it’s not exactly the same since il-nam set the games up but in-ho is still endorsing them!! he still has autonomy despite what people will say. that’s why i said mercy.)

“but izzy,, he forgave sang-woo!”

and this is where i diverge from the topic for a moment.

sang-woo and gi-hun had a past. gi-hun knew sang-woo in ways he didn’t know in-ho or other people. also, there’s no way gi-hun would have immediately forgiven sang-woo. like i said, he is very strongly set on his morals. gi-hun would forgive sang-woo at some point because he knows sang-woo, and he knows the kid in sang-woo that wouldn’t have done this. they had a strong connection. also also.. sang-woo is a victim of the games. it’s not like he had a choice; he was just trying to survive, as was everybody in the games.

season 2 gi-hun has also learned that the players are not at fault. i think that notion would help him show more forgiveness for sang-woo. while yes, he KNOWS killing is wrong, i think s2 gi-hun has definitely realized more that they are the victims, not the ones to blame, the GAME MASTERS are (cough IN-HO). therefore, i think while gi-hun didn't forgive sang-woo right off the bat, his development, along with his genuine CARE for him would have. anybody who denies they care for each other is just pure wrong. while s1 gi-hun was fighting for himself and his mother, and FOR THE MONEY, s2 gi-hun is fighting for the players as a whole. that sentiment definitely set in after the limo scene AND il-nam and his final interaction!!

this is also why the in-ho to sang-woo pipeline comparison doesn’t sit 100% well with me. they have similarities, of course, and they’ve both done questionable things. they also have both challenged gi-hun’s morals. but sang-woo’s actions CANNOT compare to the extremity of in-ho’s situation. people may deny it as much as they want, but in-ho is fucked. up. as stated earlier, trauma is not an excuse for that. sang-woo was thrown into a situation that, might i add, in-ho assisted in. gi-hun is sympathetic of the players, seeing them as the victims in this situation. and YES i KNOW in-ho was a player so don’t jump on my dick with that argument. VOLITIONAL AUTONOMY is key here. gi-hun would physically not be able to understand why in-ho turned out the way he did.

alright. back to the original topic.

now, about gi-hun’s feelings on young-il… i don’t think he has more feelings for young-il as opposed to the other players. “young-il” made himself more visible to gi-hun intentionally, and did what he could to get closer to him, which does make it kind of impossible to ignore somebody like that. i don’t think gi-hun was more drawn to young-il. as we’ve said before, young-il made himself appear more. when somebody is in your proximity, you think about them more. also, as i’ve said before, “young-il” had a child and a wife at home!! gi-hun likely feels a lot of responsibility and sympathy. and we see this with jun-hee, too. it doesn’t feel like the same “if you die I will feel empty inside because i'd miss your company” we see with jung-bae or sang-woo. to me, it reads more as the guilt and general sympathy that this man has a wife and an unborn child that he has the possibility of losing. young-il just made those feel more personal by getting close to gi-hun and, yes, manipulating him.

in conclusion, in-ho and gi-hun have a very compelling dynamic that to me personally gets ruined when romance comes into play. people are entitled to their own opinions but the general mischaracterization of in-ho pisses me off and i really don’t see them working out in a romantic sense whatsoever.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Can you elaborate on MC and Leona's first meeting? The way I see it, Leona threatened MC during their first meeting and found an excuse to pick a fight.

??? I'm... not sure if that's something that warrants a deeper explanation?? That scene is pretty cut and dry. Yuu steps on his tail while he's napping in the Botanical Garden and he gets pissed about it. I wouldn't interpret the scene as Leona fishing for any excuse to fight; he repeatedly expresses being in a foul mood because of how he was rudely awoken. Part of it also seems to be him being offended that he wasn't shown a modicum of respect (ie Yuu just tries to walk away instead of noticing that they had hurt him or apologizing):

"Hey! You got some nerve steppin' on my tail and just walkin' away!"

"Ain't nothin' worse than bein' in the middle of a good nap and havin' some jerk step on your tail."

"No one gets to stomp on my tail and just walk away without payin' the price."

"I'm in a bad mood on account of bein' woken up from my nap, too."

Upon review of this scene, I noticed something interesting in retrospect. Leona notes that he doesn't smell any magic whatsoever on Yuu, then says, "Well, can't say it'd be much fun to hurt someone so helpless. Still gonna do it, though [...] That's gonna cost you a tooth." Which... really says a lot about his character, especially when you put it next to the instance in book 2 where he stops his students from bullying outsiders visiting Savanaclaw, only to join them in bullying us (just in a sport this time versus using their fists) 💀 It fits with what we know of him bending the rules (and even his own principles) or playing them loose for his own goals. In the case back in the Botanical Garden, it's probably a retaliatory effort to show the fresh meat who's boss around here since Yuu demonstrated no such respect toward him. Doesn't matter that Yuu isn't a real threat to him, he has to lay down "the law".

I guess the argument could be made that maybe Leona wanted to also "test" Yuu to see if they had any sort of combative capabilities even if they didn't have magic. However, that's really more of a headcanon since depictions of the scene are too short to glean any indication of that ulterior motive. Knowing Leona's character though, I wouldn't put that past him.

[munchkin1156]

Mycelium Menace

Well, first time writing hermitcraft g/t, and I’m still pretty nervous! I hope you enjoy it anyway :D

(You are Here!!) Pt 1, Pt 2

@arc852 hi I’m that sparkly anon who offered you cookies here it is

Word count: 1,266

(editors note: A SMALL PART OF THE BEGINNING IS MISSING. WILL BE FIXED WHEN PART TWO COMES OUT)

(another edit: FIXED)

. . .

Near the centre of the city there’s a street. It’s perfect driving distance to anywhere that’s useful, and yet, hardly anybody lives there. Not because the houses were too expensive, or didn’t look good, but because of the small apartment building right in the middle of it.

There were sixteen official inhabitants, five who basically lived there, and two who…

Well, the humans, who had taken to the name ‘hermits’ instead, so that is what we’ll call them, think these two are ghosts. Ghosts who left sticky notes for reminders or shopping requests, ghosts who took random small items with no explanation, ghosts who found lost keys and earrings when needed. Which they accepted, and moved on with, without thinking about it too much, so that already gives you some idea to what these hermits are like.

The hermits just… Hadn’t been surprised in the slightest from what they thought was paranormal activity, since any person, living or dead, who had the guts to stay anywhere near the place, must be pretty brave. After all, the amount of fires, pranks, wars, redstone, and summoning rituals that went around, meant that most people wouldn’t touch the place with a ten meter pole. Honestly, it was likely that one of the hermits had accidentally summoned the ghosts and they just couldn’t leave.

Since the two ghosts hadn’t destroyed or taken anything of too much value, they counted as friends. Sorry, the ‘so called’ ghosts. The hermits had never seen these ghosts, and the conclusion they had drawn was inaccurate.

Grian and Scar weren’t ghosts. They were borrowers, but it was obvious no one had guessed that. No one was supposed to know what borrowers were!

What were borrowers then? Borrowers were… Well, think of fairies. Remove the wings, the magic, the fake, naive, fantasy aspect to them, and make them live in the walls. They ‘borrowed’ things from humans, taking stuff they wouldn’t miss. Scraps of food, bits of cloth… The bare minumum to live, to survive.

They weren’t supposed to get found, seen or caught, but those rules, the Code, hadn’t said anything about leaving sticky notes out. Even if that technically showed the humans they existed. Even if Grian kept getting tangled in the sticky notes. In case you were wondering, he was a bit shorter than one, unlike Scar, who was significantly taller.

And true, it was a lot more terrifying than most human houses to live in, but there was stuff that would go unnoticed if taken everywhere. And it was so much more fun, more exciting. Oh! And the fact they could actually ask for their own food from the heavenly place the hermits got their food from, called a ‘super market’, which was the best thing in existence, also significantly benefitted them.

Everything had been going great for them so far. Nothing had had any reason whatsoever to be changed. Everyone was perfectly content with the situation at hand.

…Until Grian started planting mushrooms, that is.

Scar didn’t understand from where Grian had gotten mushroom spores, and at this moment, he didn’t want to know. But now there were purple mushrooms growing all over the little room in the walls that he called home, and something needed to be done about it. Especially since they’d started growing in the hermits’ apartments as well.

First he’d complained to Grian about it. Grian had listened carefully as Scar explained about the inconvenience of it all, the danger of maybe getting caught, and the sheer reason that he didn’t like mushrooms. His friend had told him to hold out his hands. Then he’d dropped a mushroom in them.

That was where Scar had drawn the line.

He had paced the floor of his mushroomified abode, muttering and thinking. It hadn’t been the first time they had pulled pranks on each other, having stuck together for over ten years now, and they’d been inspired by the residents of the apartment complex they lived in, but Scar had a feeling this was going to be a little more extreme than your typical scheme or trick. This would be a prank war.

A war. He liked the sound of that. And from what little Scar knew about wars, he knew that he needed recruitment to help him win.

So the next day, several hermits woke up to a blue sticky note on their desks. The groupchat, which, while supposed to be used for important things, ended up being literally anything anyone thought was interesting, discussed this.

. . .

XisumaVoid: [insert image] anyone know what this is?

FalseSymmetry: I got one of those too!

ImpulseSV: I haven’t… Can’t read the writing in the image. What’s SG saying?

Mumbojumbo: Who’s SG??

ImpulseSV: Scar Ghosts!

MumboJumbo: Is Grian GG then…?

ImpulseSV: …

XisumaVoid: It reads: Mayor gtwScar needs YOU to stop the mycelium that’s spreading throughout the apartment complex! The ~bor~ ghost known as Grian is the one causing this spore infestation, and that needs to be FIXED immediately! Sign below if you agree and want to join:

XisumaVoid: I think I know why some of the hermits haven’t gotten one… he’s picked smartly

BdoubleO100: Yeah, I see it clear as day!

RenDog: Hey! Rude

ZedaphP: Hi! Why have only some people got a letter then? (Won’t sign mine because my house is still recovering from the last prank war we had)

BdoubleO100: Because MOST of you WANT another war instead of peace and prosperity from our amazing ghostly mayor!

ZedaphP: Thanks!

StressMonster101: Wait who’s mayor? Xisuma??

CubFan135: Scar is apparently

TangoTek: eyyyyyyyy war!!! Are we only fighting G-ghost?

ImpulseSV: Why are you on Scar’s side!?

XisumaVoid: Judging from past experiences Tango, no.

GeminiTay: I know I haven’t officially moved in yet but why can I see a window burning? Standing outside btw, can someone let me in?

XisumaVoid: That’s a good question Gem

XisumaVoid: I don’t know

RenDog: Be right there Gem!

XisumaVoid: @DocM77

DocM77: Don’t put it out! It’s all part of the process!

GeminiTay: …

XisumaVoid: …

MumboJumbo: …

FalseSymmetry: Meeting dismissed?

XisumaVoid: Right. Meeting dismissed.

. . .

While Grian didn’t have access to the Hermitcraft groupchat (as it had been dubbed), being a bit on the small side to use phones, he did know Scar was up to something. And he definitely noticed the removal of his beautiful mushroom gifts in some of the hermits’ apartments. What did Scar take him for, some kind of fool?

It had taken a couple of eavesdropped conversations to figure out the gist of it, but only once he’d found one of Scar’s extra sticky note copies did he properly understand what was going on. His eyes shined, reflecting the chaotic fire that had begun to burn inside of him.

Scar wanted a war with the mycelium? Then Grian would happily oblige. Jimmy would be glad to know the spores of his had not gone to waste. And if the next day, several handpicked hermits received their own special sticky notes? That was none of Scar’s concern for now. Grian was ready for a resistance. As he grabbed some supplies to go borrowing, as he was beginning to run low on some items like string, and oh, some paper clips would be nice, he heard voices on the other side of the wall. Voices who were discussing the right kind of thing, not whatever Scar was calling his thing, the HEP or whatever. Voices that were discussing the mycelium, and in a good way too.

Grian was ready for a resistance. And as he shouldered his satchel, he knew the hermits were too.

. . .

I should tag my taglist………

@i-am-beckyu , @da3dm , @brick-a-doodle-do , @faeiyn-cant-write , and please tell me if I’m missing you or you want to be added!

[melrodrigo]

The Other Side Of The Door - V.C.

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vada’s been a questionable girlfriend lately, and you’ve decided you’ve had enough.

Warnings: Angst, Vada is kinda toxic in this, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Inspired by TOSOTD by miss t-swizzle herself. I hope u angst monsters r happy, I don’t write angst very often. Also! Did not proofread this, sorry bout that

“Leave.” You say, face stoney and eyes narrowed. You ignore the voice inside of you that says this is a terrible idea.

Your girlfriend blinks back at you, taken aback by the venom in your voice.

Her expression changes from happy to crestfallen in a second, and it takes everything in you to not immediately take back what you’ve just said.

“What is this about?” She asks, eyes wide.

The minute your girlfriend had waltzed into your room, whistling to her favorite Juice Wrld song, she had been met with the sight of you sitting on your bed, arms crossed.

“What is this about? Are you kidding, Vada?” You seethe, too pissed to have any sort of filter anymore.

She gulps.

“How about it’s about the countless times I’ve had to drag you back home because you were drunk shitless, doing god knows what with god knows who, without any explanation whatsoever.” You’re standing up now, sizing Vada up.

“It’s about the amount of times you’ve ignored me this whole week, never answering texts, never picking up my calls. Am I even your girlfriend anymore?” You press, rambling as if everything that’s been pent up inside you for weeks stars spilling out all at once.

Your girlfriend pales as you monologue, eyes darting to lock on anything but your face.

“But-“ She opens her mouth and closes it a couple times, searching for something to say.

You cut her off quickly. Unwillingly to let her have any say in this.

“Quite frankly, I’ve had enough. So if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to leave.” You tell her, pretending you don’t see the way her eyes are starting to water.

She’s as still as a statue for a good minute or two, contemplating what she wants to do. You can practically see the cogs turning in her brain.

One more glare from you has her rushing out your room and downstairs. You can’t help the pang in your chest as you watch her leave. After everything, you still want her to stay.

Stupid girl and the grip she has on me.

Nothing quells your bad mood for the rest of the night. You spend dinner shooting back one word responses to your mom’s inquiries, irritable.

You tuck yourself into bed, check your phone for a message from anyone—okay, maybe you wanted to see if Vada had said anything, but nothing. You huff and pull the sheets over your body, closing your eyes shut and forcing sleep to have its way with you.

-

Somehow, in the morning, you wake up even more annoyed. Whenever you’ve had fights with Vada before, the morning after she’d be all over you; begging for forgiveness and blowing up your phone.

You’re ashamed to admit you like the attention.

Today, nothing. Not a single call or text from your normally oh so talkative girlfriend.

As the day goes on, you start feeling mournful. Regret courses deep through you. You sit and stew in your feelings until you can’t think of anything else.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that.

It’s a sad Sunday that’s spent with you staring at cute photographs you’d taken with her months prior, and jumping at the sound of any notification. It’s pathetic, but you need her. You don’t remember how long it’s been since you and Vada have had a day apart.

You’re stuck. You miss her so much, but your stupid pride won’t allow you to text first, or to go find her, because what would you even do? You’d been the one to apologize first too many times. This time, you decide it’s going to be up to Vada.

You sleuth around for the rest of your Sunday. When you finish dinner and storm to your room, your turmoil has turned into spite.

“If you don’t call in the next 5 minutes I swear I’m breaking up with you.” You hiss to the phone, staring intently at Vada’s profile picture, as if she’s just going to pop out of the phone by sheer will of you wanting her there.

After a minute of this, you set the phone down and take a deep breath. You turn your phone on do not disturb and pick up a book. All this drama has you feeling like you need to reconnect with nature a bit.

It’s a book Vada herself had recommended you, which was funny, since your girlfriend barely read shit. You hate to admit she has good taste. You glide through the pages easily, happy for a distraction.

Minutes turn into hours, and before long, you notice that the light is starting to dim down and the sun is starting to set. You also hear the tiny pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof.

You get up and walk to your window, face still buried in your book, and gently ease it open, hoping to find some comfort in the fresh air and smell of wet grass.

What you get is not that. A pebble, the size of your pinky comes hurling, too fast for even your reflexes to react.

It hits you smack dab in the face, making you loosen your grip on the book and dropping it. You groan, rubbing the part of your nose that stings. You hear a tiny oh shit below you and you peer out your window so fast it gives you whiplash.

The sight of Vada standing in the rain, her hair messy and her bike discarded on your tiny front yard brings out a lot of mixed emotions in you.

Finally. Goddamn, finally.

She looks sheepish as she speaks. “I’m sorry!” She squeaks. “I didn’t mean to hit you- I swear. I was just trying to do one of those huge romantic gestures where the guy gets the girls attention by throwing pebbles at her window ya know? But it ended up being kinda fun and I didn’t see you when I threw that one-“ She says, speaking so fast you can barely understand her.

When you don’t answer, it’s almost like Vada remembers what she came here for. She straightens up, wiping her palms on her loose graphic tee.

“I’m sorry. I really am. If you would hear me out, I’ll explain everything. I promise. I’m sorry for not coming to my senses earlier, and I’m sorry for not paying you enough attention. I love you, I’m in love with you; you know that. More than anything.” She yells, almost screams so you can hear her clearly.

You feel your walls crumble immediately. How were you going to deny your sweet, loving, albeit sort of confusing girlfriend of your love? It was no use. She always wins when it comes to you.

You sigh.

Vada waits patiently, shifting on her feet and shivering slightly from the cold.

You gesture for her to come in with your hand, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at the joy that sparks across her face immediately.

She sprints in, saying a quick hello to your mom- who probably heard everything, and runs up the stairs, practically tackling you onto your own bedroom floor.

She’s soaked, and you can already feel the water seeping through your own shirt, but you don’t care. Vada’s wrapped herself tight around you, like a baby koala. She’s trembling slightly, and you notice she’s crying.

You place your hand on top of her head, rubbing gently. You murmur sweet nothings into her ear.

She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes all red and puffy. She looks so pretty like this.

“I missed you so much.” She gushes.

You grin lazily, happy to have your girlfriend back in your arms.

“I missed you too, baby.”

[lemotmo]

99.9% sure T is coming back and people are dooming because lfjr was filming on the same block and there’s a helipad on the rooftop he posted BUT I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing… I know nobody wants to deal with that insufferable part of the fandom but I could see them bringing him back for closure and Buck (once again) trying to misplace his feelings for Eddie onto T until T finally makes him realize it was never about him at all. It’s ALWAYS been Eddie. As much as I don’t want to see that man again I think it would make for dramatic TV lol and it would put the nail into the coffin for BT forever! Also I remember Tim saying in an interview after 8x07 I think that T is in Buck’s romantic past for sure but he may intersect with T in this universe again… so I’m almost positive this lfjr appearance is not a reconciliation and rather just another way for a plot device to do what they do best and move the plot :)

Okay, my inbox is flooding with L and T messages right now, so I want to address this now, before it explodes completely.

I'm addressing this using this ask by a very clever anon. Why? Well Nonny?! I think you make an excellent point!

Let's look at this logically, without any emotions involved. The problem with T right now is that all of our experiences with this character and actor are clouded with negative emotions.

Why? Well... you all know why right?

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So let's get rid of all of these emotions for a moment. And let's look at this from a pure narrative point of view.

Say T does come back. So what?

Can he stop Buddie at this point? No. That ship has loooong sailed and to be honest... there was never a contest to begin with. Eddie has always been more important to Buck than T ever was. It's obvious from the last episodes that Buck is very close to figuring out his feelings for Eddie. So T is no threat whatsoever.

So why would he be there? Well, logically speaking it would be an interesting choice for T to run into Buck and mention something about Eddie, cue Buck starting to question what exactly it is he feels for Eddie.

Way back when, right after 7x04, L did an interview where he talked about T being some kind of a stepping stone for Buck to realise he really wanted Eddie. Around that time Oliver did an interview saying that he really wanted T and Buck to stay in contact and that T could be some kind of wise queer person who kind of helps him figure things out.

What if this is what we are seeing right now?

If T is back-- and I'm using a big IF here, because I'm still not so sure whether or not he will be-- he could be there to be a catalyst into both Buck and Eddie figuring out what they feel for each other.

He could be a 'stepping stone' aka a 'plot device' to get the main ship together.

I'm just saying--

If he is back it is not for a round 2 of BT. That obviously didn't work out very well for either of them. So the only logical explanation is that he is there to push the Buddie narrative along like a good plot device does.

Honestly, I'd rather not see the man back either, but the reason for that isn't that he could threaten Buddie. It never was about that. There was no competition there to begin with.

I don't want to see him back because I really dislike the way some of his more ardent stans have treated me and the rest of this fandom from the moment he kissed Buck. I'm simply tired of dealing with these people.

So let's stop spiraling over this please. If (big IF here) T is back, he is there for a purpose. I can guarantee you that that purpose? It's Buddie-related.

[silenzahra]

Oh yeah, Mugi time! Let me try the headcanon thingy as well, as tough as it might be considering how well versed in canon I am😁

Your inexplicable (and hilarious) hatred for Taylor Swift actually has an explanation! I headcanon that at one point you got exposed to one of her hit songs, probably Shake It Off, way too many times and are now suffering from a sort of PTSD - in which case I can't blame ya, there was a time when that song was everywhere and it was so annoying😩

Even though you dislike olives, you like olive oil in your food or at least don't mind it (please say it's canon🙏).

You own a physical copy of every Estopa album and single available.

You know the lyrics to your favorite Disney songs in both Spanish and English, maybe even more languages in some cases; say, Greek.

You may be basically a female incarnation of Luigi's spirit and can relate to his anxious but kind nature, however unlike him, you're actually not afraid of any supernatural stuff👻

If you're feeling comfortable and relaxed enough, you're actually a pretty good dancer - a headcanon I can't wait to confirm for myself🥰🎶

In response to this ask game ✨

Mugi time!! 😁 It's true that you already know A LOT about me, my twin, but I'm still very glad that you tried!! ❤️

-... Ooookay, you actually start being VERY close to canon 😂 Yeah, I just can't stand her music whatsoever, and definitely the song Shake it Off has A LOT to do with it. It's very easy for me to start despising something that I dislike if I keep seeing it everywhere, like everyone around me is trying to push it down my throat, you know 🙃 And it was the case with this artist, both because of this song and because of literally EVERYONE on my bookish account LOVING her and playing her songs all the freaking time in their stories. I literally couldn't watch anyone's bookish stories without running into one of her damn songs 😩😩 I already didn't like her prev to that, so yeah, honestly seeing her everywhere and then running into THAT song when I wasn't checking insta... didn't help 🙃 So, half canon! 👍

-... It is 😂😂 Olive oil is an essential part of Spanish cuisine. I eat a lot of dishes that are made with it, and actually, on February 28th, the day of my community (Andalucía), our typical Andalusian breakfast consists of bread with olive oil and sugar 😁 And I absolutely LOVE it, best breakfast ever 🤤 I've had to adapt myself because of being celiac, you know, but I'm glad I can still have my favorite breakfast on that date. So, as you can see: canon! 👍😁

-This is almost canon because Estopa have released some vinils and I literally don't have the device to play them, so I haven't bought those 😂 Though if I may add: yet 😌 As for the rest, OF COURSE that I own everything. What kind of fan do you think I am? 😜

-Another almost canon! Some songs I know them only in English (like How far I'll go from Moana), some others I know them only in Spanish (like Prince Ali from Aladdin), and some others I know them in both languages (like I'll make a man out of you from Mulan). A weird mixture as you can see, sometimes I don't even know if I'm thinking in Spanish or English 😂 Still, I'm afraid those are the only two languages in which I've learned a Disney song. I freaking love Greek and I loved studying it at college, and I'm a big fan of those videos that show the same Disney song sung in different languages. But... haven't learned any of them, sorry to disappoint you 😅

-Yeah that one is absolutely 100% canon 🤪 Heck, I've always said that I'd LOVE to own Luigi's Mansion for myself, ghosts included 😂 Like, where's the fun if you can't have some ghosts to haunt your mansion? 😜👻

-Ooohh my twin, is this an invitation? 🤭😝 Hehe I wouldn't call myself a great dancer honestly, but it's definitely something that I love doing 😁 You'll have to wait to form your own opinion... EXACTLY five months from today btw 😁😁😁

You got your answer and details at last!! 😜 I hope I could satiate your curiosity, and thank you so so much for sending this ask!! Now, confess: WHERE did you put the camera 😂😂

Can't wait to hug my beloved Mario in five months from today!! 😄❤️💚