#can’t wait for this plot to snowball

[candygalaxyyy]

The TopMew book store/ RayMew call scene is one of my favourites in the whole episode, like it has set up these three’s dynamic so well. I’ve already rewatched it at 20 times. And here are my favourite details:

Mew gets a call. Top is obviously intrigued as he stares at his pocket, but pretends to not be interested by mindlessly flipping through the book Mew picked - maybe not completely mindless as the book is on all about s*x, Top’s fav pass time ;). Anyways, this shows their push and pull dynamic, Top is pushing by looking at him pick up the call, but pulling by seemingly not being interested. Mew does the same, by taking the call in front of Mew after seeing it’s from Ray (cause there’s no way you’re telling me Mew doesn’t know that Ray likes him, HE KNOWS). They’re both pushing and pulling, it’s all very calculated

Ray calls Mew to check on him, because he is concerned about Mew being with Top from last night. i also feel like Ray wants Mew to be concerned about him as well. Top now knows that Mew is speaking to Ray due to the content of the conversation. So he looks over, obviously curious and reads Mew’s body language and behaviour. It’s all in his eyes. Top also know that Ray likes Mew. Top also notices that Mew isn’t paying any attention to him in this moment, so what does he do…

He (loudly) interrupts Mew’s call, when he could of clearly waited for him to finish, but no he interrupts the moment he realizes it’s Ray on the phone. He does it so casually too, ‘like oh since you’re on a call I’ll just give you some privacy, but you must notice me first…’, think of me while i leave type of energy. Now we definitely know that Top knows about Ray’s crush, cause even in the trailer he always intercepts the conversation when Ray is around Mew. Now wether Top does this is out of ‘competition’ for Mew or pure boyfriend coded jealousy or both, we do not know yet (I feel like it’s both). But one thing is clear, it’s calculated as always.

Ray hears the second person, and asks who it is. Mew simply replies by saying ‘a friend’, which Top obviously isn’t given the smile/smirk he does as he says it. Ray, being the lovesick boy that he is, immediately connects the dots and proceeds to question Mew about it. His eyes are even widened and he tenses up, you can see this as his arm veins start showing. Mew dismisses the question and ends the call. I truly believe Mew knows how Ray would get if he mentions Top coming over and them almost f***ing, so he brushes it off to not have to confront Ray’s feelings

And then we are left with a annoyed, jealous, frustrated and curious Ray; he’s rolling his eyes and frowning so hard. He’s stuck in the friend-zone and is desperately seeking love from Mew. On top of that, he has a charismatic, sexy, straightforward asshole of a love rival, needless to say he is distraught. Even his seatbelt begins to test his patience, poor Ray (lmao to him still wearing the ‘poor boy’ shirt when this happens, also he got kicked out from Sand’s place only to get ‘kicked out’ from his call with Mew)

I just love how this scene sets up the Top-Mew-Ray dynamic and storyline. TopMew = interested in e/o and are in an intimate relationship (yes even at this stage). Mew and Ray = close friends, some could argue for best friends even, but Ray has a crush on Mew (and he knows this, but avoids getting into that). Ray is always going to be hung up on or left alone by Mew with Top in the picture. Top and Ray = enemies that have to act as friends, cause they like the same guy, just that one is the fboy boyfriend and the other is pining one-sided love. Ray and Top will always be at each other’s throats! So far, the subtle acting alone is making me so invested in this storyline and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

[twst-darling]

˗ˏˋSomewhere in the Sands of Timeˎˊ˗

Pairing: (General) Lilia Vanrouge x Fem!Reader [or Fem!OC]

Summary: The spell to send you home backfires, and you land the past where you encounter one General Vanrouge.

CW: Smut [porn with very little plot, vaginal fingering, blow jobs/skull fucking, facials, degradation, snowballing, hate fucking?, spit, rough sex, use of words like whore, slight dub-con (but the reader is into it)], Language, Violence [threats of violence, threats of murder], 1st Person Point of View, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Tall!Lilia

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I initially wrote this with my OC in mind. However, it is vague enough that it can be read as a reader insert. Song title is taken from Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

Having a sword held against my throat wasn’t on my bingo card for ‘Strange Happenings in Twisted Wonderland.’ Then again, neither was a very tall, very angry Lilia Vanrouge. His hair cascaded down his back like an inky black waterfall. Rage simmered beneath his vermilion irises—a bizarre sight, given how friendly they usually were—and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would behead me, given the opportunity.

This Lilia is not my Lilia. Not yet, anyway.

This Lilia has fire in his blood and brimstone for bones. I can feel his heat radiating through the tough leather armor that covers his body. He bares his fangs, crimson eyes sharp and unyielding. Long gone is the cute upperclassman I’d come to know. 

The whole thing is rather fuzzy. One second, I was walking through a portal that was supposed to take me home. The next? I’m sprawled on the ground with a gleaming blade made of gemstones and magic thrust against my jugular. 

I can barely breathe with how Lilia’s knees dig into my ribs. It’s intentional. And though I know I shouldn’t waste my breath, I can’t help but whimper. My hands lay unbound by my head, but I dare not move them. Not even an inch.

“Your boldness is admirable, yet foolish, mortal scum. Sneaking into fae territory shall wreak nothing but the most exquisite suffering.”

“I-I didn't—”

Lilia presses forward, practically crushing my lungs. “I didn’t say you could speak.”

The edge of his sword—cleaver?—cuts into my neck, and I yelp. “Lilia, please don’t do this, we’re friends!” 

“Lies!” he hisses. “You cannot sway my mind, mortal, with your feeble magic. I hold no familiarity for you, nor shall I ever.” His lip curls, nose wrinkling as if smelling something foul. “I will take great pleasure in crushing the bones in your body until they are dust to be scattered by the wind. It seems only fitting for a human spy who has made it so far behind our barricade.” 

Oh, Sevens, he was serious. 

“Wait, wait, wait, please—!”

“Begging won’t save your life, worm.”

“Let me explain—”

“You tiresome, incompetent creature, I demand you cease this incessant—”

“—I’m from the future!”

It shouldn’t have worked, but my frantic cry made him hesitate. Maybe it was my clothes—the uniform skirt I had sewn looked out of place compared to Lilia’s armor—or my hair. Or maybe, just maybe, Lilia sensed something was off about my arrival the whole time. 

My knowledge of Lilia's time as General in Meleanor's army was limited, a vague impression left from a magic induced coma. But it was nearly impossible to deny the facts as they were shoved right in my face. (Err, against my neck?)

Somehow, Crowley's spell had backfired and not taken me back home to my dimension, but into the past.

Lilia braced his arm next to my head, his long hair forming a curtain around our faces. His nose is inches from mine, but I feel no comfort in the proximity. “Talk. Before I grow tired and find something else to occupy that mouth.”

Lilia’s thick cock rams down my throat mercilessly. I grip his thighs, allowing the fae to use my mouth as he pleases. From above, he grunted, baring his sharp teeth like a predator snarling. Globs of spit and drool dribbled past my lips and down my chin, splashing to the dirt below. The thick leather straps of his armor gave away to my nails as I dug them deep, allowing Lilia to use me as he pleased. My throat burned from the harsh, stuttering movements of his hips. He fucked my face so hard it was murderous as if he were trying to make up for not beheading me before.

Yet another stamp on that infernal bingo card—but I can’t say I hate this one.

I would have been incredibly embarrassed at my gagging noises if the burning between my legs had not taken precedence. My eyes roll back, briefly catching a glimpse of the General’s ecstasy-clouded expression. His pink lips parted in a silent gasp, gaze raised to the heavens. 

Abruptly, Lilia pulls out and begins fisting his cock. His movements are furious as he hunches over. “I’m going to smear that filthy human expression with my seed—paint you white, since I can't paint you red. Maybe I'll leave you like that, so your brethren can see your betrayal written across that pretty little face. Mmm, just like this.” 

I close my eyes just in time for thick, hot spurts of Lilia’s cum sprayed over my face. My knees trembled, and I stifled a moan between my teeth and tongue.

Lilia wasn’t done.

He pushes me, and I fall into the mossy underbrush. Lilia takes my knees and peels them apart, staring at the feeble scrap of cloth, preserving what little dignity I have left. I’m trembling again, fixated on the sheer size of Lilia’s hand as it practically swallows my thigh in his massive grip. 

“How pathetic,” he coos. Lilia drags one finger down my thigh, ghosting the hemline of my panties. “You’re drenched.” He touches the mound of my pelvis before hooking his index finger around the gusset and prying it aside. “Never have I seen a human so eager. The rest of your race would be dumbfounded to know their kinsmen loved choking on faerie cock.”

I bite my lip, a blush burning my cheeks. The cold forest air kissed my exposed skin, but I felt none of it. Only the intense searing sensation of General Vanrouge’s stare, his slitted pupils sharp like knives. His digits danced across my lips, collecting slick, teasing my poor throbbing core. 

“Ah, but you said we would be friends in this future. Pupils.” Lilia snickers, brushing against my clit. “Perhaps it’s not so strange after all. Perhaps you let me have my way with you as much as I’d like—like the sweet, foolish girl you are.”

Lilia crawled up my body, reminiscent of the one he’d had me at not so long ago. Only, this time, I didn’t need a sword to my neck to keep me in place. Lilia sunk two fingers knuckle-deep inside my pussy, abating that hollow feeling inside. 

“General,” I moan.

He chuckles again and licks a broad stripe across my cheek. He surges forward, curling his fingers at the same instant our lips meet. My mouth opens, but Lilia swallows the cry. He snaked his tongue into my mouth, pushing a copious amount of his cum for me to taste. It passes between us until I swallow it, painfully aware of every second it seeps down my insides. He pulls away too soon, but not before spitting on me for good measure. It lands in my mouth, still agape and from panting. 

“Such a cute, little faerie whore. It’s almost endearing.” Lilia spreads the fingers he’s buried inside my cunt, and it’s magnificent. He’s so deep, his slender digits pressing into spots I could never dream of touching. “I ought to fuck you open, now. That’s what you want, isn’t it, pretty one? I can only imagine how this hot little hole of yours will squeeze me.” Lilia slips his fingers from my cunt, only to deliver a sharp smack to my clit. “If there’s one thing that comes from your hellish future, I’m glad to know I shall have a tight cunt to warm me, even if it is a human’s.”

I could correct him. I probably should. But the instant his swollen cockhead breaches my pussy, all coherent thought dissipates into a lusty puff of smoke.

I'll never be able to look Lilia in the eye again if I ever get back.

[wongyuseokie]

Bake a Wish | c.s.c

Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count:  3651 words

Pairings: Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader 

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut & Angst, Idol! AU, but like it’s not that important. It just sets the tone, I guess? Like why he stays in a dorm etc. 

Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst 

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this irl), daddy kink, only for a few seconds tho, oral sex (f receiving), pussy fingering, overstimulation, cum licking (off fingers), ear biting (nibbling, it’s sexy), squirting. Nicknames, kitten because, at this point, it’s my favourite nickname to use. 

Authors Note: Thank you so much @here4kpopfics, @lovelyhan, @seokgyuu @sluttywoozi and @seungkwansphd, for hearing me go on and about this fic and helping me out 💕also tagging my lovely @duhnova because I know you yell about Cheol a lot 😗😗

Authors Note 2: Happy Birthday Cheol!! 🥳 here's a smutty little sorta plot-filled smut fic 💕💕 I posted it at 12 (Korea time) woo hoo.

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Cheol?”

No response. 

“Seungcheolie?” 

“Baby, I know I forgot. Work was just crazy and everything. I won’t make excuses. Please don’t be mad,” you pleaded, and your boyfriend sighed. 

“I’m not mad. You were the one who wanted to do something, so for you to forget,” Seungcheol trailed off, sighing as he ran his hand through his hair. 

“Forget it. I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t sulk over a birthday,” Seunghcheol said, defeated, as he started to get up from the couch. 

“Cheol, I just lost track of the days and forgot. I’m so sorry,” you apologised, getting up and going after him. 

“See, that’s what bothers me. You forgot. I’ve had friends forget, family forget, but you? I guess that puts things into perspective for me. I don’t know, maybe it’s my fault for putting you, my girlfriend, on a higher pedestal, but I thought you would remember,” Seungcheol spoke, each word breaking your heart even more. 

“I can make it up to you. Why don’t we do something this weekend?” You offered hurriedly, and Seungcheol shook his head. 

“I have plans with the guys and can’t back out. They initially wanted to celebrate on my actual birthday, but I told them that tonight, well, it would have just been for us,” Seungcheol explained with a sad smile. 

“But,” Seungcheol said, breaking the tension slightly. “You said there’d be an amazing chocolate cake waiting for me at home?” Seungcheol asked hopefully, only for it to shatter the second he saw your face fall. 

“Ah, right, you forgot,” Seungcheol deduced and shook his head. 

“Look, we can order something and get a bottle of wine, and I can spend all night showing you how sorry I am?” You offered, placing a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder, making him look at you. 

“Sex isn’t going to fix this,” Seungcheol mumbled. 

“There’s nothing to fix. I just need to stop making birthdays such a big deal,” Seungcheol added, and you shook your head at his words. 

“No, Cheol,” you started to say, and he held up a hand to stop you.

“Look, you’ll say something, and then I’ll say something, and it’ll snowball. I don’t want to risk an argument, not on my birthday or with you,” Seungcheol said. He was tired, and he wanted to sleep. 

“Okay, yeah, you’re right. What if I draw you up a nice bubble bath, and we can just sleep? You can even hog all the blankets,” you added with a hopeful smile. 

“Actually. I was planning to sleep at the dorms tonight,” Seungcheol admitted. 

“Oh, but Cheol, since we’ve been together, we always spend birthdays together,” you protested, and Seungcheol shrugged. 

“Well, I guess tonight’s just full of firsts?” Seungcheol muttered. 

“I don’t want to lose you over this,” you admitted, and Seungcheol smiled softly at you. 

“You won’t, not over this. It’s not a fight. I’m just upset and want some space, but I don’t want to get into anything tonight because I know it’ll end in a fight, and I don’t want that,” Seungcheol clarified. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he shrugged. 

“We’ll be okay. I just need some space,” Seungcheol added, and you nodded. 

You had messed up so badly, and usually, when either of you messed up this bad, you’d argue and be fine in a few hours, but tonight was different. You hurt your boyfriend so badly that he was beyond the point of being angry, he was disappointed, and he felt defeated. 

“When can I see you?” You asked impatiently, and Seungcheol shrugged. 

“Let me be the one to reach out?” Seungcheol suggested, and you nodded slowly as you watched your heartbroken boyfriend put on his dress shoes and coat, things you told him to wear because you made a reservation at the best restaurant in town. Seungcheol got dressed up and excited for tonight, only for you to stand him up at the restaurant and forget his birthday together. 

As you watched your boyfriend dejectedly leave your apartment tonight, you had a plan, and you were determined. You’d do everything possible to ensure he never felt this shitty again and to redo tonight. No matter what, he’d still have a fantastic birthday this year. 

“Oof, she forgot?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol when he saw his friend sulking about the dorm that evening. 

“Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t care,” Seungcheol started to say, earning a scoff from Jeonghan. 

“You are the sulkiest in general, but more so about your birthday, but continue,” Jeonghan interrupted. 

“Anyways,” Seungcheol said with a glare. 

“She planned everything, told me to get ready and clear my schedule, and she doesn’t show up? Then she told me a cake was at home, which she had forgotten. I don’t know, and it felt like she forgot everything,” Seungcheol mumbled, pouting. 

“Here,” Jeonghan said as he handed Seungcheol a black box with a bow. 

“Jeonghan, I’m taken,” Seungcheol joked, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. 

“Shut up. It's a little something for your birthday, it won’t compare to what Y/N got you, but I hope you like it,” Jeonghan added, and Seungcheol’s face fell. 

“She forgot to get me a present,” Seungcheol muttered. 

“Maybe something else is going on in her life? Something that requires her full attention, and she just got overwhelmed?” Jeonghan offered. 

“But she didn’t tell me?” Seungcheol questioned. 

“You’re a busy man, and I’m sure it’s nothing she can’t handle and didn’t want to bother you,” Jeonghan suggested. 

“She’s my girlfriend. She couldn’t ever bother me,” Seungcheol said softly, and Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s shoulder to comfort the sulking man. 

“We’re still on for tomorrow. We’re planning to go out and get shit-faced. You can invite Y/N if you want,” Jeonghan suggested. 

“No, I think space would do us good,” Seungcheol responded, and Jeonghan hesitated and decided not to respond. He knew that Seungcheol needed his time to be petty, and he just had to let him be angry. 

“Alright, well, do you want any of us to keep you company tonight?” Jeonghan asked, and Seungcheol shook his head. 

“Nah, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”

You were tossing and turning in bed that night. Even when Seungcheol was on tour, you would always text each other good night. You hadn’t tonight; you wanted to give him his space, but you were worried that more space would result in more distance between you two, and that couldn’t happen. 

Worried, you grabbed your phone from your bedside table and called instead of texting. You couldn’t help it. You knew you weren’t being fair, he asked for space, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

Seungcheol picked up after four rings, and his sleepy voice immediately made you feel terrible for waking him up.

“Baby?” Seungcheol spoke sleepily, and you felt your heart swell and ache because of one word. You hurt him so badly, yet he was calling you baby here. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled. 

“It’s okay. Did you need something?” Seungcheol asked. 

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you admitted sheepishly, and Seungcheol sighed. 

“You couldn’t text it?” Seungcheol asked. 

“I’m sorry, I messed up. I shouldn’t have woken you up,” you apologised. 

“Well, you did wake me up, so why don’t you tell me what’s up?” Seungcheol asked. 

“I miss you,” you hated how pathetic you sounded. It was his birthday that you missed, and here you were being miserable, and he shouldn’t have to deal with it. You heard Seungcheol sigh softly. 

“I miss you too. Do you need me to come over, or will you be okay tonight?” Seungcheol asked and smiled sadly, even though you knew he couldn't see you. 

“No, I shouldn’t. You said you wanted space. I should give it to you,” you mumbled, and Seungcheol groaned softly. 

“So you just woke me up for no reason?” Seungcheol quipped. 

“Cheol,” you started to say, only to be interrupted. 

“I need sleep. The guys planned something for my birthday, so I want to be rested and fresh tomorrow,” Seungcheol remarked sassily, and you frowned even though he couldn’t see. 

Seungcheol felt terrible for being so snippy, but he was just tired and wanted space and sleep. 

“Goodnight, Cheol. I love you,” you mumbled into the call. You heard Seungcheol take a breath and then hum into the call before hanging up. 

Seungcheol knew it was a dick move on his part not to say I love you, he knew that it would mess with you and make you overthink, but he couldn’t take it back. He could only hope that you understood that it occurred due to a moment of frustration. 

You tried your hardest not to cry your eyes out after the phone call, Seungcheol sounded so defeated and tired, but you were determined not to wallow and make it about you. You would make up for all this, and it’d be okay. 

“Cheol, you ready?” Jeonghan asked later that morning as Seungcheol was checking his phone. You hadn’t texted or called, he understood that he asked for space, but he selfishly hoped for none. 

“Dude, no, no phones today. No wallowing,” Jeonghan scolded lightly as he took Seungcheol’s phone out of his hand. 

“What if she calls?” Seungcheol whined. 

“Then I’ll tell her that you’re happily celebrating and you don’t wish to be disturbed,” Jeonghan teased, earning a scowl from Seungcheol. 

“You will say no such thing to her. You will not upset her further,” Seungcheol warned, and Jeonghan sighed. 

“I wouldn’t. Just for 24 hours, can you forget this argument and have fun? We don’t like seeing you upset,” Jeonghan pleaded, his voice softer, and Seungcheol nodded. 

“Yeah. I can. Let's get drunk?” Seungcheol suggested with a weak smile, and Jeonghan nodded excitedly. 

“Yeah!”

You weren’t sure what exactly you were doing here. You weren’t even meant to know where Seungcheol’s birthday plans were, but Soonyoung couldn’t keep anything to himself and posted videos and pictures of Seungcheol’s celebration. Your heart thought quicker than your brain, and you were now in the restaurant's car park where Seungcheol was celebrating his birthday. 

You knew it was clingy and overbearing, and everything you were doing right now went against Seungcheol asking for space, but you couldn’t help it. The guilt was eating you alive, and you hated being the reason that Seungcheol was upset. 

You figured that if you showed up with a big cake and showed that you went through the trouble of getting the cake and finding out where he was, then he’d forgive you. Or at least stop sulking at you, and hear you out. 

You checked your phone one more time before getting out of the car, and you wished you hadn’t opened up Soonyoung’s Instagram story on his private account, and what you saw made your heart hurt and eyes water. Seungcheol was hanging around other girls, posing and hugging one of them. 

You knew Seungcheol was loyal, he’d never cheat, but it still hurt, watching him spend his birthday with other girls, and while you know you were at fault for this since you forgot his birthday. It almost felt like he was just rubbing it in your face. 

You heard a muffled voice and saw Seungcheol tapping on your car window. You turned to face him, smiling at him, your vision blurring vision as you smiled at him through your tears. You unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in. 

“Why are you here?” Seungcheol asked, and you frowned at his question, hoping he’d be happy to see you. Seungcheol noticed how your face fell, and he noticed your teary eyes, but he didn’t want to comment on it, at least not yet. 

“I just, uh,” you fumbled, looking away from him and at the backseat. 

“I wanted to give you that,” you mumbled, pointing to the cake in the backseat. 

“Is this the cake you promised?” Seungcheol asked hopefully with a smile. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you apologised, as you kept your stare on the cake box in the backseat. 

“I think you’ve apologised enough,” Seungcheol said softly as he took your hand, making you look at him. 

“I’m sorry if I sounded rude earlier, but I’m genuinely wondering why you’re here, but I’m not upset to see you,” Seungcheol explained. 

“I wanted to bring the cake as a surprise. I know you said to give you space and that you’d reach out, but I guess I can’t, not when I know I upset you,” you rambled. 

“So why didn’t you come? You just started crying in the car?” Seungcheol asked. 

“I cried because of Soonyoung’s Instagram story,” you mumbled, feeling ashamed that all it got was a temporary wave of insecurity to make you cry, despite knowing how loyal Seungcheol was. 

“What was on it?” Seungcheol asked, and you meekly pulled out your phone and showed Seungcheol the story. 

“Wait, so you thought I was cheating?” Seungcheol accused, and you shook your head. 

“No, of course not. Seeing my boyfriend hugging another woman and celebrating his birthday with other girls does suck,” you spat. 

“Do you want this to be something we fight about?” Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head. 

“No, I don’t. I know you wouldn’t. I just was being silly,” you mumbled. 

“Your feelings are valid, don’t dismiss it, but I know that’s not what upset you,” Seungcheol said, holding your hand tighter, interlacing his fingers with yours. 

“I just wanted to be the one you celebrated your birthday with, Cheol, and I guess seeing you celebrate with other girls made an ugly green monster awaken in me,” you admitted. 

“That’s fair, but I promised the guys I would celebrate my birthday with them,” Seungcheol said. 

“What about tomorrow?” Seungcheol offered. 

“I’ll be done at the studio around 8. We can meet for dinner. It’ll have to be quick because I have a meeting at 10:30.” 

“You’re only free for like 2 hours?” You asked. 

“I was free for longer on my actual birthday,” Seungcheol retorted, making you frown. 

“Okay, 2 hours. I’ll make it the best 2 hours possible, okay?” You said, leaning over to place on Seungcheol’s cheek. 

Choi “Husband” Seungcheol [9:00 am]: Morning love, I’m heading to the studio now. I’ll give you a ring once I leave. Looking forward to seeing you tonight. 🥰🥰

You grinned as you saw Seungcheol’s message the following morning and smiled as you typed out a response. 

You [9:01 am]: See you later, handsome 🥰

You put your phone away. You had a lot to prepare tonight, you were a couple of days late, but you were determined to make this the best birthday ever. 

“Ow!” Seungcheol yelped when he felt another balled-up piece of paper hit his head. He wasn’t entirely sure why Jeonghan kept throwing scraps of paper at his head. 

“What is your problem?” Seungcheol asked. 

“We’ve been trying to get your attention for. I don’t know, ten minutes?” Jeonghan responded. 

“Oh.“ 

“I’ve just been distracted.”

“Yeah, no shit, can you just go and make it up with Y/N? You look like a sad husky,” Jeonghan muttered. 

“Husky because I’m so handsome?” Seungcheol asked with a grin. 

“No, husky, because you sulk and whine as much,” Jeonghan sassed, making Seungcheol glare at him. 

“Look, she forgot, yes, but shit happens. Do you want to whine and let this cause a problem in your relationship? No, you don’t. What about when you forgot she was allergic to lilies and got her a bouquet?” Jeonghan asked. 

“Oh god, my baby was sneezing all night long,” Seungcheol groaned, recalling the night he accidentally gave you flowers you were allergic to. 

“Exactly, look, she didn’t mean it, and I bet she’s overthinking and overplanning just to make things right, and more importantly, just because she forgot your birthday does not mean she doesn’t love you,” Jeonghan added. 

“I overreacted, didn’t I?” Seungcheol asked. 

“No, not that night, but dragging it out? That might be unnecessary,” Jeonghan clarified. 

“I’ll apologise tonight. I’ll see her tonight,” Seungcheol said, determined. 

“No, go now. We can pick this up tomorrow,” Jeonghan insisted. 

“Sure?” 

“Yes, and Cheol?” 

“Yes?”

“Use protection!” 

“Baby?” Seungcheol called out as he entered your apartment. As soon as he entered your apartment, he was greeted with the aroma of baked goods and saw the apartment decorated with balloons, candles and confetti. 

“Cheol?“ You exclaimed as you wandered out of the kitchen. 

“Baby!” Suengcheol greeted you as he ran to embrace you, and you giggled as he pulled you into a tight embrace. 

“You’re home so early. I’m not done preparing,” you whined. 

“I don’t care. I’ve been a big baby. What matters is that you love me, and I love you, not some birthday,” Seungcheol declared, making you giggle. 

“I love you, but Cheol, but the dinner won’t be ready for another couple of hours,” you whined. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being such a baby,” Seungcheol apologised. 

“I’m sorry for forgetting,” you added. 

“We’re a pretty sorry couple, aren’t we?” Seungcheol joked, making you smile. 

“Come,” you said, pulling away from Seungcheol’s embrace slightly to take his hand in yours. 

“Where?”

“Bedroom, since dinner won’t be ready for some time, I figured I’ll give you one of your presents a little earlier,” you said with a teasing grin. 

“Lead the way, kitten.“ 

“Cheol!” You giggled as Seungcheol hoisted you up, causing you to wrap around his waist. Seungcheol wasted no time the second the bedroom door closed and pulled you into a passionate kiss, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan as he started sucking on your bottom lip; his plush lips always worked wonders no matter what part of your body they were on.

“Can you strip for me, baby?” Seungcheol asked as he placed you down on the bed, and you nodded as you quickly peeled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, hissing softly as the cool sheets touched your naked form. 

“Baby, it’s meant to be about you,” you whined, making Seungcheol grin. 

“I’m meant to give you the present,” you mumbled. 

“You naked and dripping for me is enough of a present,” Seungcheol said, making you let out a soft moan.  “Then I’m all yours, Daddy,” you added.  

“No, Daddy, tonight, baby. Just Cheol, okay?” Seungcheol said as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap. 

“I’m sorry for being a big sulky baby, and while sex isn't the answer, it can’t hurt, but I promise I will, and I-” Seungcheol tried to apologise, and you shut him up with a kiss. 

“Cheol, please. Just fuck me,” you begged, rubbing your exposed cunt on his jeans, the friction making you moan. 

“Gladly,” Seungcheol complied, standing up to quickly rid himself of his clothing and positioning himself at your wet cunt.

He started by placing kisses along your calves and up to your thighs, never fully touching you. It felt different like he was going to take his time. He gently parted your legs, giving him access to your glistening cunt, placing your legs onto his toned back and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Seungcheol placed soft kisses along your folds, his lips gently enveloping your clit. You let out a sigh of approval, tangling your fingers in his hair. He knew your body well, and his lips were a god's gift to your cunt.

He started sucking on your clit, while his tongue jutted out and started flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. The grip you had in his hair tightened while he removed one arm from your waist and slipped two fingers inside you. Never once did he remove his lips from your clit as he kept fingering you at such a delicious speed. He was thorough yet delicate with his movements, he wanted you to feel complete and utter bliss. 

“Cheol, I’m close,” you moaned out, your words failing you as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you close to your first orgasm of the night. He said nothing. Instead just continued as you fell apart on his tongue, letting you ride your orgasm out against his face and fingers.

“Always so sweet for me, baby,” Seungcheol praised as he licked his fingers clean of your release. You moaned at the sight. You tried to get up in an attempt to take him into your mouth, but Seungcheol gently pushed you down. 

“Not tonight; I need to feel you,” he said softly.

Seungcheol laid down next to you, tilting you so that you were curled up into his chest. He pulled your leg to the side and pushed it back so that it wrapped around his muscular thighs, allowing him access to push inside you. He had one hand rubbing on your clit, and one on your nipple. He kept thrusting inside you, neither of his hands ceasing their actions. You moaned at the feeling. 

You suddenly stilled and fell apart around his cock. Seungcheol moaned and gently bit into your shoulder at the feeling of you clenching around him. He didn't stop; he continued pounding himself into you, picking up his pace as he was desperate to reach his release. He fell apart not long after he furiously rubbed at your clit, making you cum so hard that you shook violently against him. He gently pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling.

“It's been a while since I made you squirt,” Seungcheol said with a proud grin while you were still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. 

“Hmm?” You moaned into his chest. 

“You squirted, baby, all over my cock,” he whispered, gently nibbling your ear, making you giggle as you into his toned chest. 

“Cheol?” 

“Hm?” 

“Happy Birthday, my love.” 

[enpr-ss]

New Etho Scuffed Set Up Fact! The man can’t zoom he just leans in.

HITW, RSR: Impulse continues to be the main character with plot armor. Rip Tango and his rage quit moments. Plobby! Etho: “I think I just got a kill on someone… not intentionally of course!” AND THEN HE KILLS JOJO. Of course he turns it into a pvp game. TIES experiencing the rage inducing TGTTOS. Tango immediately understanding the game incentivizes punching players. Jojo stealing chickens and throwing snowballs.

That one time in which they simmer’ed Jojo. And then next round she 1v4s them. Tango got one on Masky!! Incredible. Same with the blue team after. (Maybe they were throwing on purpose idk) They simmer’d her again while talking about butt burgers. Omg. The excitement in Etho’s voice when “Is it Joel?!” The first game of BB where Joel runs down Etho. FBM sitting out and just watching Boat Boys go down. Etho taunting Joel about his obsession and Joel being satisfied with the kill even he died. Classic. Impulse killing FBM fair and square and nearly 1v4ing. Tango: “Etho how did you just pronounce that?” “Correctly.” THEY ARE FACING EACH OTHER FIRST EVERYTIME LOL. Ah it’s probably a plobby thing. THEY SIMMERED FBM AND JOEL!!! BY KEEPING THEM DISTRACTED WITH ETHO’S BANTER LOL. Joel’s aggression contrasted with FBM chill is great. TANGO KILLED JOEL OMG!!! Etho throwing it all away to chase down Jojo. Impulse coming in the end nearly 1v3 (1 heart on Zeuz!)

Etho getting his revenge in RSR. Tango got 3rd!!! “Shane, Shane, Jojo’s still alive unfortunately” “Oh I shot her” casually shoots her again, she dies. And then the final dogfight between the two!!! Joel did the Phil strat of diving down a bit to get speed to go up!!!

What a stream. Tango is too hard on himself; it’s his first time at everything, and he’s not last basically after the first 3 games. Even BB and RSR. A lot of the RSR is lag, not knowing how to rocket, and the surviving the initial chaos. That’s really good improvement after only 3 hours! Can't wait to watch the other POVs of that. I honestly think that Tango won’t be 40th. Because that’s Xisuma’s spot I think lol.

I didn't know FBM and Joel had a friendly rivalry thing going on; had to hunt down that fanart lol. Sigh guess it's time to watch all of Joel's past mccs.

[resowrites]

Toddy - drabble.

Summary: Henry’s girlfriend exacts revenges when his inconsiderate behaviour goes too far…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, language/slight sexy talk, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 744

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Toddy - drabble.

"D'ya want a hot toddy?"

"Sod off, I'm not talking to you. Look at me, I'm chilled to the bloody bone." Henry was well and truly getting on her last nerve. He'd not only missed food off the shopping list but also bought the wrong Christmas tree which he'd proceeded to hack apart in the living room. He then broke the chainsaw when she demanded he go outside to finish trimming it and when he requested her help bringing it back inside (he'd scratched loads of paintwork dragging it through the house), he lobbed snowballs at her from behind the garden shed.

"Oh that reminds me, did you defrost the chicken?" She caught the smirk on his face just as he took another glug of the piping hot drink. She chucked the towel she'd been using to dry off right at him.

"Get upstairs and bring the decorations down. Now."

"Hang on, let me have a bloody drink first…"

"I think not. A couple more glasses and you won’t be able to get up there, now go." She shooed Henry out of the kitchen only to feel her backside being thwacked with the towel when she wasn't looking.

***

About fifteen minutes later she heard him yelling her name. She sighed and threw aside the knife she'd been using to chop carrots. How she wished she'd bought it with her though, especially when she saw his grinning face poking through the attic door. "What, you idiot? I'm trying to make lunch."

"I need you to hold the ladder so I can get down, or do you not want the decs?" A thought then crossed her mind and she leisurely moved the ladder aside. "What are you doing? I have to get down, you know I'm too heavy to be up here long." But she ignored Henry and pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Of course you can come down, darling. But first you'll need to answer these three Yuletide questions." His mouth fell open.

"Are you joking? I'm about to fall through the bloody joist, get the ladder!" She blinked at Henry then cleared her throat.

"What year was the chocolate advent calendar invented?" He stared at her in disbelief. "What? Too hard? I thought you'd easily get that one. Do you want a hint?"

"No, I want the ladder before I crash land in the fucking kitchen."

"Darling, this will go a lot quicker if you just answer the questions. Come on, take a guess." Henry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No? Okay, well then you have to get the next two correct. Now this one actually has two answers but I'll accept either. What does the Yule log represent?"

"Other than the fact you've lost the fucking plot? This isn't funny, I've got to get down!"

"Well it wasn't funny telling me I've got a fat arse. So here we are."

"I never said that!"

"No? What did you say after you finished pelting me with snowballs, Henry?"

"… I can’t recall."

"Really? Because I believe the exact words were 'it's not my fault your arse is a moving target.'" He waited a beat.

"Well then I never outright said you've got a big arse…" She pursed her lips and reached for the cover of the attic door. "No -- don't trap me up here!"

"Why not? If you're quiet, I'll still bring up your lunch."

"Hold on! You've got a gorgeous arse, darling. Ample but firm--" she sighed and turned to head back down the stairs. "Wait, where are you going?!"

"To sit on it, seeing as how you won't apologise or answer any questions."

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, okay?! And I don't know the bloody answers!"

"… What else are you sorry for?"

"Everything! I'm sorry for bloody existing, alright--" an ominous groan sounded above her. "SEE?! I need to get down, now!" She somehow managed to keep a straight face.

"Calm down, you've still got one last question. Get this right and we'll call it even. How long does it take for hypothermia to set in? I'd give you a hint but I'm still recovering." Henry wracked his brains.

"Oh wait, hang on… I know this one. Around thirty minutes?" She pouted.

"Sadly that's correct. Oh well, better luck next time I suppose…" She returned the ladder and held it in place but was wise enough to make a run for it the minute his feet touched the floor.

To be updated on when I post please follow @resowrites and turn on post notifications.

@marytudorbrandon @luclittlepond

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… 12 Random Headcanons!

Rock Lee

💚🥋He gives the BEST gifts! Lee might seem a little absent-minded, but he’s actually a lot more observant than people give him credit for, and he cares a lot for his friends!

Snow Lily

💖🦋He owns a sexy santa outfit. He tries to wear it to the Christmas party every year, and Misono hits him with whatever he has on hand.

Mepphy

💖😈He is not allowed in the kitchen. Ever. One year he tried to make you a Christmas dinner. It was inedible.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

🖤🐀He takes everything at a slow and steady pace. He plays it off as confidence, ya know, making the world wait up for him; but it’s actually just because he has anemia and can’t do anything too athletic. Nikolai convinced him to try a snowball fight once and he fainted within five minutes.

Tamaki Amajiki

💙🐱If you were to cuddle under a blanket and drink hot chocolate with him, he would really like that. Tamaki doesn’t really want to go out and do things, he just wants to be cozy at home.

Tsubaki

🖤🦊He’s addicted to holiday scented candles. He always buys a ton around the holidays to stock up for the rest of the year. He would absolutely love it if you would buy him some holiday candles!

Mr. Compress

🧡🪄He’s a riot, honestly. He loves to pull mistletoe out of (seemingly) thin air and hold it above your head.

Freed Justine

❤️🎄One year, before you were together, Bickslow tied Freed to a chair and put him under the tree for you. He tied a bow over Freed’s mouth to keep him quiet. It was a very interesting thing to wake up to!

Gregory Violet

🖤💜He is such a stickler for Christmas traditions, it’s honestly kind of annoying. He’s the kind of man who will drag you to see The Nutcracker every year. Even when you’re bored to death and falling asleep on his shoulder!

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

🖤‼️One year, once he trusted you enough to give you a bit of freedom, you plotted with Chuuya to make that Christmas something special. You relayed your idea, and Chuuya set it in motion. The short, angry ginger tracked down Dazai and forced him at gunpoint to send Aku a Christmas present! Seeing Aku’s face light up at the unexpected gift was well worth the trouble it took to corner the suicidal maniac!

Edward Elric

🦾🦿He won’t drink hot chocoalte unless it’s made with water. Yes, I know, that’s gross and weird, but he swears on his life he can still taste the milk when it’s made with milk.

Macbeth

🤍🖤He falls asleep during Christmas movies. Every time. Within minutes of sitting down, he’s snoring lightly on your shoulder, chest, or lap (wherever he happens to fall). Hey, at least his sleeping face is adorable!

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

this snowball looks a little off ?

i guess sometimes it takes two, huh?

🥇 third time winner: dream !!!

Doodle of the drair cause LAWDDDD🙏🙏🙏

he looks so snazzy ✨

CONGRAAATS 🎉🎉

alcohol marker practice while we wait

giving back what’s yours 👑

smile this way dream

dream dream dream

can you spot every song? 🤭

nobody’s looking at the awards 😵‍💫

doodles,,

Smiletwt @ dream We love you king 🫂💕

☆.

You did it kid

our king🌟

Alternate version 🧍🐶

drartists when dream__fanart is active 😅

I am a strong advocate for headbands and butterfly clips 🦋

boyfrienfs

rubber ducky i am awfully fond of you 🦆💚

1 down, 99 to go!

superstar ✨

.@.dreamwastaken i need you to consider this. seriously

Little mushroom guys :D 🍄

Who is he and, more importantly, where is his hat??

mushrooms 🍄

he’s so art deco coded 😼

he’s so perfect ugh

thank you @.imnotscottysire for writing this beautiful and very accurate song about me and dream 😩🙏

you picked… AQUARIUM 🎟️💙🐟 !!!!

(untitled)

Wake up little moon <3

thru it all

dreamie beanie

to whoever wants to hear 🎼👑

WIP OF OUR GOOD BOY

…

c!dream bc i missed my babygirl

Dream team :D!

yeah you know i had to

only 5 more days!!!

magnificent

warm up feat. dream

snowman no :(

“Moon, Wake up” and Dream with me 🌙✨

he's cool😎

he still can’t see 😔

third time streamys winner dreamwastaken!

he's plotting ways to make us cry with the new MV 🥲 slow down…

he's very loved :(

BROS A PUPPY

i liked this pic so i redrew it :)

getting used to the brushes again

! ! !

Little animal crossing designs for futur illustrations 🙌

How does all his hair fit inside the mask

patches helped george pull an all nighter to work on a gift for dream :)

dnf

world famous puppydog

[pastel-peach-writes]

Headcanons being korra childhood bestfriend? Platonic only please...

Ofcourse if you don't mind :)

Of course I don't mind! Here you go, anon <3

Childhood Best Friends | Platonic!Korra x Reader

╰┈➤  PLOT: Just some simple headcanons and a bit of a story for Korra as your childhood bestie <33

╰┈➤  WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Kinda Long, Might Need A Part 2

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

- Being childhood friends with Korra definitely means your families were friends and thus, by circumstance, you two are friends too. 

BACKSTORY

- It started off when you were babies, then you grew older and older and can’t remember a time without each other. 

- You two would constantly run around the village together, have snowball fights, and have countless amounts of sleepovers. You guys were inseparable… that was until she had to be more responsible with her avatar duties. 

- She was always training. Always. Sure, as a kid she would always do something to show off her special avatar abilities, but around the pre-teen age, she trained harder than before. 

- You weren’t too ecstatic with all the training because it meant you two can’t hang out as much, but you understood it was needed.

- Slowly, yet surely, you two began to drift apart. 

- She was training more and you were seeing her less.

- It went days, weeks, months, and now she’s in Republic City and you haven’t seen her in years.

- On one glorious day though, you were finally accepted to go intern at Sato Industries. Years of sending letters and trinkets and waiting FINALLY paid off. 

You packed your stuff, said goodbye to family and friends, kissed your pets goodbye, and you were off to Republic City to start your new career in engineering.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think of the possibility of stumbling into Korra while you stayed here.

Was it so bad to want to see the tall girl with the long ponytails and baby blue attire? No. You didn’t think so.

As you were sorting through papers in the Sato office, you heard a familiar voice.

“Oh! Yeah, I’ll get those for you. They’re in here.”

You sigh from relief. It was just Asami talking to someone. 

“Okay! Can I come with you?” “Sure!”

Ah, wait a second. Who was that second voice? They also sounded vaguely familiar. You couldn’t pinpoint where you heard that voice from. 

Continuing to sort through papers and signing things off your checklist, you heard the big and creaky oak door open and then clicks of heels and muted shuffles of other shoes. 

You looked up to send a warm smile to Asami, but was shocked to see someone that could be considered your family. 

“Korra?”

“Y/n!”

-

PRESENT DAY

- It’s pretty safe to say Korra is the friend that will tackle you whenever you see each other. She can be a pretty touchy person when it comes to those close to her.

- She would tackle you if you haven’t seen each other in a while, tackle you when you did a good job on something, or tackle you just to mess with you.

- Can you blame her though? She hasn’t seen you in years and never knew how much time she had with you because of her avatar duties and your internship ending. 

- She wanted to make up for lost time with her tackles. 

- You do get a ton of bruises though. 

“O MY SPIRITS GOOD JOB!” 

*tackle* 

“KORRA!”

- In addition to tackling and being excitable around you, Korra is always the one to get you two in trouble.

- She hasn’t had someone from her childhood visit her in Republic City before. Hell, she hasn’t had anyone come up and the fact that you’re staying because you’re working was butter on her bread roll.

“Hey, so, I was thinking—“ “No. You got me in trouble with Tenzin last time.” “Oh, come on! That was harmless fun. Plus, you won’t get in trouble this time!~” “… fine.”

- Granted, no matter what she says, you get in trouble somehow. That doesn’t stop her though.

- After getting scolded, she would look at you with that stupid smirk on her face. 

“Ah dammit. Again?”

- Like you used to do when you were kids, Korra would invite you to sleepovers. Except, now it’s more so she’s forcing you to sleepover. 

- You’re always like, Korra nooo, I have to workkk, yada yada. She’s not hearing ANY of it. 

- She will drag you to her room and then tell Asami to give you a pass since it’s her company anyways. 

- Asami will refuse for a little, saying it wouldn’t be right to excuse you because a cute girl (Korra) asked her to, but at the same time, you never take breaks from work and she knows the importance of taking breaks and allowing yourself to have fun so, sure! 

- Sleepovers consists of gossiping, eating, cuddling each other and Naga, and maybe talking about people that caught each other’s eye. 

- For Korra, she tells you this whole back story about Mako and Bolin and how they had crushes on her and how she only liked Mako. But then some drama happened…? You can’t really remember. It was super late when Korra was telling you this but she had all the energy in the WORLD.

- And if you thought the brother triangle was confusing, wait until she tells you about the Mako, Asami, and her triangle. Well, the BEGINNING.

- You didn’t know she had so much romance drama here. You thought she was supposed to be training. What the HELL was she doing getting all these people’s hearts and attention.

“So… have you done any training at all?”

“What? Yeah, I have.”

“You sure? Because this seems you have a ton of time of your hands with all this romance I’m hearing.”

“Y/N.”

“Just the facts.”

- Speaking of training, Korra will TOTALLY drag you to her training practices whenever you’re free from working. 

- She likes having you there, just keeping her company.

- Plus... it’s nice to have someone to make funny faces to when Tenzin begins to make her pull her hair out. 

- She’ll roll her eyes to you or deadpan and you’ll try so hard not to laugh.

- Tenzin never liked the idea of having someone watch Korra and him as they go through their lessons together (he always thought you were gonna distract her), so, you had to be on your best behavior when he was around so you wouldn’t get kicked out. 

- If you like working out or sparring, Korra will totally “fight” you for practice. She’ll restrict herself from bending to keep her basic combat skills up to level or sometimes she’ll use her bending to make your workout more challenging.

“KORRA!! Can you watch it with the water ropes? You almost tripped me!”

She shrugs. “Gotta keep you on your toes, my friend.”

- If you don’t work out, Korra will have you help her with her workouts instead. 

- Maybe you’ll set up water barrels or grab dirt discs.

- Or perhaps you organize sparring times with her and Bolin! They didn’t mind the friendly competition.

- All in all, having Korra as your childhood best friend is just like having a sister.

- You’re not sure if she’s the younger or older one though...

A/N: ACK SORRY. HAD TO CUT THIS SHORT! I’LL MAKE ANOTHER GOING IN DEPTH AB HER BEING LIKE A SISTER. HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

WC: 1,189

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Winter/Holiday Prompt List

Hi!!! Welcome to my mish mash of a writing prompt list!! 

NONE OF THESE PROMPTS ARE MINE!!! I took my favorites from other lists and compiled them all together. 

PLEASE SPECIFY WHETHER YOU’RE REQUESTING A SCENARIO, A DIALOGUE, OR A SCENARIO WITH PROMPT!!! I had to keep asking people which one for the previous prompt list and some did not get back to me and didn’t get their prompt written :( 

I will say, I have some ideas for full length fics from these prompts so your drabble request may become a full length fic! 

Happy winter and happy holidays y’all! 

Scenarios!! 

Snowed In 

First Christmas together 

Christmas party 

Snowball Fight 

Ice Skating 

New Years Kiss 

Secret Santa 

Gift Giving 

Sledding 

Snow Tubing 

Baking Together 

Matching Pajamas 

Ugly Christmas Sweaters 

Skiing/Snowboarding 

Watching Christmas Movies 

Christmas in New York 

Watching Harry Potter 

Building Gingerbread House 

Playing Board Games  

Building Snowmen 

Snow Angels 

Black Friday Shopping 

Thanksgiving Dinner 

Gift Shopping 

Exchanging Presents 

Traveling during the Holidays 

Decorating for the Holidays 

Watching Hockey 

Watching Football on Thanksgiving 

Big Blankets 

Cuddling during a snowstorm 

Dialogue!!!

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.” 

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it!” 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna jump face first into that snowbank.” / “You don’t have to. You could choose not to.” / “No, I’m gonna.”

“I need more lights.” 

“All I want for Christmas is you.” / “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” 

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?” 

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” 

“your lips looks cold. want me to warm them up for you?”

“you have snowflakes in your hair.” 

“i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!” 

“want to go for a walk and check out all the lights?” 

“how are you wearing shorts in this weather?!”

“it’s so cold but you’re so warm.” 

“i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 

“here, you can have my scarf.” 

“want some hot chocolate?” 

“please open the door before i freeze to death.” 

“there’s space for you by the fire, come sit.” 

“wait, is that mistletoe?” 

“you look pretty covered in snow. guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.”

“if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand.” 

“if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault.” 

“let’s just stay in and watch the snow” 

“i’m cold, can we cuddle?” 

“i’ll be home for christmas, i promise.” 

“i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet.” 

“the holidays aren’t so bad with you around” 

“you’re who i want to kiss at midnight on new year’s eve.” 

“isn’t it a little cliche to get engaged on christmas?” 

"My heating isn't working and I have nowhere to go." / "Oh, and you really think it's a realistic option that I let you crash at my place?!"

"YOU want to spend the holidays with ME??" / "Now that you say it, it really does sound weird."

“i don’t want to spend the holidays with my family.” 

“i can’t wrap presents.” 

“Come on, let’s get out of this party and spend New Years at mine.” 

“So…have you decided on who will be your new years kiss yet?” 

“Do you have a new year’s resolution?” 

“I wanted to confess to you before midnight to prove to myself that i’m not a wimp.” 

“Let me buy you a drink.” 

“You didn’t think I would let you go alone, did you?” 

“I need you to act like my boyfriend at this reunion so my family will leave me alone.” 

Scenarios with a plot!!! 

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

This is your first winter with lots of snow and you’ve never made a snowman before, so we’re making one; no arguments

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I didn’t know you would be at my house talking to my roommate, so I came dancing down the stairs singing Christmas songs and now I’m embarrassed because you joined me in Last Christmas

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

[frostironfudge]

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff then dom bucky took over, praise kink, oral f and m receiving, p in v, filthy dirty talking, fingering, graphic described p with plot, swearing, filth, filth, filth, bucky barnes is a warning.

Word Count: 4.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Fic Masterlist || Main Masterlist || AO3 || Fic Playlist

Chapter Ten || Chapter Twelve

The rain began a week after Bucky had arrived, pelting down against the window, with an excited phone call from you waking him up to watch the first rain of the year with you. It was tradition you had told him, an uncanny ability to figure out that it was raining, you always made sure to watch the first bit of rain.

Paired with his sleepy, low drawl this might just be your favourite year of rain yet. 

“I can see why you enjoy the rain.” He admires it from the hotel window, rivulets cascading down speedily as the rain picks up.

“It is my favourite time, well, apart from winter maybe but I have to see snow to make the decision, till then monsoon takes first place.” You chuckle.

“I think you will love the New York snow, maybe where mum stays more so, the whole backyard gets covered and we usually clear a small path. Hot chocolate and putting up the lights.” He smiles, his heart beating quicker as his mind draws up images of you being beside him—tucked close so you don’t get cold, probably peppering your face with warmth filled kisses, having traditions with you to follow on Christmas. Mistletoes in every room so you have to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Your voice sounds worried as though it wasn’t the first time you called for him.

He focuses, on the window and the rain has stopped. Then he looks back down at his phone meeting your gaze. 

“Bucky, did, did the rain trigger something? I’m so sorry I should have asked—,” You run your gaze over him trying to find the hints of distress you may have missed. 

“Doll, Doll, no, no, I was just lost in thought about the winter.” He admits, cheeks warming.

“What about the winter?” You smile relieved, he sounds  excited.

“Just what would it be like if my favourite person would be there with me.” He teases, you chuckle.

“Would you help me make a snowman?” You ask, in a sing song voice.

“Doll, I’d help you make a snow Eiffel Tower.” He promises. 

You giggle, “But no snowball fights. I’d lose.” 

He frowns, “Why?” 

“One, you have more experience with snow. Two, you literally trained as a sniper, Sergeant Barnes. Three, I just want to make out with you in the snowfall and rain. Bucket-list items.” You inform, his laughs. 

“Well I think we should be able to tick off one of those two things provided the rain continues.” He says, grinning, already planning in his head to have his phone set to record the moment. 

“Meet me for breakfast?” He adds. 

“I’ll be there in half an hour?” You offer already grabbing your clothes. 

“Can’t wait to see you, Doll.” He smiles happily, hoping the rain would continue. The hotel did have a lovely garden out back and a floral display. 

You meet Bucky at the entrance of the hotel his hand outstretched and wide grin on his face as your fingers intertwined. 

The rain was pouring around, puddles formed on the ground. The thud of rainfall dropped as he took you across the lobby into the garden. 

“Bucky we don’t have an umbrella.” You warn still following him down the steps to the garden. 

“We don’t need it, my girl wanted kissing in the rain and kissing in the rain she will get.” He smiles back up at you, on the last step the rain making dark spots on his shoes. 

You grin at him, kissing his cheek. Bucky laughs as he tugs on your arm you both break into a sprint and shriek as the cold raindrops soak your clothes. 

He takes you towards the floral backdrop, lined with pink flowers and to your mirth, the very lilies of which he had sent a bouquet to you. 

Bucky pulls you close your arms wrap around his shoulders, his hair damp and droplets cascade down his face, his eyes full of mirth and his grin that sis reserved for you is upon his lips. 

“I love you, James Barnes.” You confess, Bucky’s heart surges, your hair sticks to your forehead he pushes it away, the raindrops run over your skin and you shiver against him as the wind picks up. 

The rain pelting down harder and thunder rumbles. The scent of petrichor surrounds the two of you. 

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” His hand cups your jaw, your lips meet. 

As the rain continues around you, a few droplets seeping into the kiss making the two of you laugh. 

Bucky chuckles as your forehead rests against his own. 

His blue eyes hold so much of adoration and his lips are against your own frantic and fully of need. You press yourself to him, his hand tugs on your hair having moved from your jaw. 

You tilt your head back, his lips pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. Tongue sweeping over the spot that has you keen and tug on his tshirt. 

“James.” You whimper as he marks the skin of your neck. Bucky continues savouring the taste of your skin, addicted now that he knows how you feel against him, addicted at how you taste. 

Your right hand tangles in his hair tugging upon it, he groans against the sensitive spot on your neck. Your thighs clench, 

“Bucky, room, please.” You beg, he nods against your neck. 

“I’m going to devour you.” He presses another hungry kiss to your lips. 

Reluctantly pulling away to lead you up to his room, not the suite he shared with Peter but another room he took on for moments with you. 

For when you would want to stay late, for when he would pretend your return from university was back to a shared home. 

To pretend that little room was a small house. A house he could make a home with you. 

Bucky’s lips part pulling him out of his thoughts as your lips latch upon his neck, small bites and kisses, you tug on his shirt. 

His hand moves from your waist, over your warm skin. You feel right, just made for him.  

“Bucky, shirt, off.” You lean back, straddling him with a slight annoyance. 

Bucky chuckles, eyes raking over you just clad in your panties. You grab the hem of his shirt. 

“Impatient.” he teases, then groans, hips bucking into your palm as you touch him through his jeans. 

“I see, which one of us is impatient again?” You tease back, Bucky shakes his head. Your lips move along his collar bones, his hand grips your waist. 

You move with purpose, this, you both having sex was finally occurring. Your lips move along his left shoulder, Bucky takes in a sharp inhale and you pause. 

“Don’t, don’t stop, just, still takes me by surprise, Doll.” He brings his hand to brush your cheekbone. 

“Anytime, at any point,” you remind him, he nods,

“I can say no and so can you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

His hand moves along your back, memorising the feel of your flesh against his own. Your hips move against him, a whimper pressed against the first scar your lips touch when he has you grind down against him harder. 

Bucky closes his eyes, only focusing upon the softness of your lips, pressing kisses over his marred shoulder, your gentle fingertips moving over his flesh, he attempts to hold back the tears, at being treated with such tenderness. 

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brush over his larger scar. 

“I see you.” You whisper as your thumb brushes over where the stitches were placed. 

“I see only you, whole. I love you, all of you.” Your voice cracks slightly and your lips brush over his cheeks where his tears had escaped. 

Bucky’s tear stained gaze meets yours and he presses his lips to your own, tasting the remnants of your chapstick and the salt from his tears. 

Your thumbs wipe away the remaining tears, resting your forehead against his, Bucky takes a few breaths then opens his eyes. You pull back slightly and his gaze falls to your breasts. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He cups the flesh, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Lips latching onto the other, biting down on your nipple. 

Your back arches, fingers tangling with his hair. Tugging upon it, a mix of his name and pleas of more fall from your lips. 

Bucky switches between his hand and tongue giving attention to the hardened pebble and you believe he can feel how wet you are through his jeans, softly grinding yourself against him. 

“Fuck, Doll, if you keep going I won’t last.” He murmurs, lips back on yours his tongue exploring your mouth. 

Your hands move to unbutton his jeans needing to feel him closer, finally taste him as well. 

The kiss parts and you move to help him take off his jeans, it gets caught over his knees and he lets out a chuckle. 

“I think we should be patient.” He huffs, swiftly standing and taking off his jeans. 

“I’m quiet eager for your cock.” You admit kneel, moving across the bed till you’re at the edge of the bed, fingers trailing over the waistband of his boxers. 

Bucky watches you with darkened, lust blown eyes as your index fingers hook at the sides, you prompt him to move back making way for you to stand, dropping to your knees with his boxers in tow. 

His cock seems painfully hard, coated with precum and begging to be touched. When you look up at him, licking your lips a moan responds from him. 

He circles his thumb over his head, gathering the precum and spreading it across your bottom lip, his thumb retreats, when your tongue tastes him you moan. 

“Look at you, wanting your sweet little mouth filled with my cock don’t you?” He grasps your jaw, having you look into his eyes from his cock. You nod. 

“Words, Doll, or have you forgotten all that we have discussed? Hm?” He questions, smirking when you can’t focus on anything but wanting him in your mouth. 

“Please, fuck my mouth.” You plead, looking up at him, Bucky swears his cock grows harder at your breathy voice and needy whimper as you shift on your knees for some much needed friction. 

“Go on, have a taste.” He allows, your hands rest against his thighs. 

Leaning in, you trace your lips along his shaft. Small licks at the base, as you move towards the tip, you cup his balls in your hands and his hips buck forward and a string of curses leave his mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He breathes, groaning as you take him into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, slacking your jaw and flattening your tongue. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so pretty, your lips all stretched around me.” He praises, his fingers run over your hair, admiration coating his eyes and words. 

When you begin to bob your head, slowly then picking up pace his fingers grip your head, he begins to move you at a pace he pleases, you continue to squeeze at his balls at every few moments. 

Bucky realises when he gives a harsher thrust you moan and your fingers tighten around him. 

“Look at you, so fucking gorgeous like this, need to make this last Doll,” He hisses as you whine in protest. The sound so needy. Your greed for him almost breaks his resolve. 

“I promise to fill that pretty mouth up, but I want a taste of my pussy. I told you how much I was to taste you.” His grip tilts your head and his cock is no longer in your mouth, you huff. 

“Y/N.” He chastises.

“James.” You mimic almost rolling your eyes. 

“Didn’t know you had such a brat in you.” He shakes his head, kneeling himself. 

His index and middle finger circle your lips, you draw them in, sucking on them. Bucky watches with hooded eyes and parted lips. He pulls his fingers away with a wet squelch, tracing them from your sternum, over your stomach and abdomen, as he inches towards the waistband of your panties, he smirks. 

“Soaked through the fabric.” He murmurs, “Spread your knees apart.” 

You do as he says, his fingers trace over the fabric, your stomach flexes and you almost grind down on his fingers. 

He pushes the fabric aside, fingers trace over your folds, tapping your clit. 

“B-bucky,” You hold onto his shoulders as the circles on your clit get quicker, he pinches it and you cry out his name. 

“Get on the bed, panties off and legs spread.” He stands first, offering you his hand, you rise on shaky legs, taking off your panties you hand them to him.

“You aren’t getting these back, Doll.” He admires the flush on your skin, the thin sheen of sweat coating you. The way your chest moves with each breath and the way your pussy is glistening for him. The way his dog-tags move on your skin, awakens something primal within him.

You lay back against the pillows, legs shyly spread apart, the heat of Bucky’s gaze has more warmth pool in your abdomen and you feel yourself grow wetter as he licks his lips before he moves across the bed, head nestled between your thighs, he blows over cunt and you whimper. 

“Clenching around nothing. Don’t worry, I will fill my pussy up. First I will taste her, waited months for this, would wait longer.” His tongue circles around your clit then moves towards your entrance you cry out. 

Your thighs clench and Bucky hums at your taste, lapping at your folds like a starved man, he shifts your left leg under his chest and right kept spread apart by his hand. 

He pulls away, “Look at me, Doll.” 

Your eyes open and his lips and chin are coated with you. 

“Bucky—more, please.” You plead, fingers fisting at the sheets. 

He uses his elbow to keep your legs spread apart and his thumb circles your clit while he laps at your entrance. Then his index finger circles you, mouth sucking on your clit your hips arch. Thighs shift closer only causing Bucky to moan against you. 

His words from before echo in your mind. 

“When I eat you out and your thighs don’t warm my ears, you will be in trouble, I don’t care about anything but tasting you and making you cum.”

You feel your orgasm closing in as he inserts a third digit, moving deep. 

Your thighs shake and Bucky admires how your skin moves, how your flesh responds to him. 

He relishes that he can do this to you, have you fall apart for him. The way your thighs tighten around him. 

He wants to praise you, for remembering his words. So he does that, increasing the pace of his fingers and circling his tongue. 

A melody of your moans mixed with his name and swearing reach his ears. 

He gives one final loud moan against your clit and it sends you over the edge, the white hot pleasure searing through you as you arch upwards, hips stuttering as Bucky continues with his movements making you shake through your orgasm. 

Bucky presses his lips to each thigh, then to your clit that has you whimper, he presses a kiss over your pubis. 

A kiss over each hipbone. You breath hitches as you realise, he’s showing you his adoration, his love, his want. Bucky wants you to know how much this means for him, how much you mean to him. Words can only help so much. Can only say so much.

“So wonderful, so very good to me, such pretty sounds.” He lays kisses over your abdomen.

“So good for me,” A kiss over your stomach, over the stretch marks that you used to be hesitant to show him.

“So absolutely beautiful.” A kiss to your upper abdomen, his hand trailing the path led by his lips.

“So fucking delicious.” A kiss on your sternum.

“All mine to have.” A kiss to each nipple you preen.

“All mine to love.” A kiss pressed right where your heart beats, the kisses continue to your neck, then jaw.

When he strokes your cheek your glassy eyes meet his, 

“Bucky.” Your voice raw, emotion overwhelming you and him.

“All mine. Always. Never letting you go, Doll. Fell in love with you more every day. Did I tell you? That you carry my heart with you? It is yours and I do not want it back.” His kiss is now against your lips.

His arm holds him up and your legs wrap around his hips, his confession anchoring into your heart, words seared into memory.

“I love you, Bucky.” You speak against his lips and he relents, wanting to just be lost in you. 

You pull away, panting, his breath fanning over your heated skin.

“I’m going to be selfish for once in my life, because you know, I’ve given up so much, I, I’m not going to give you your heart back. It’s mind to have and love. And I will. Till you want me too.” Your voice cracks.

“My heart, it is yours forever, I’m yours forever.” Bucky promises.

“I’m yours forever so is my heart.” You cup his cheeks, stroking your thumb over his cheek bone. His stubble slightly tickles your palm, the soft lines by his eyes, his kiss bitten lips. 

Bucky shifts back onto his knees, taking a moment to take it all in, you sit up. 

“I love you.” He cradles your face, peppering kisses, you giggle as his stubble tickles you.

He chuckles, “So much for using my stubble to tease your overstimulated flesh,” 

He adores the fact that you two can be this way. So lost in each other yet able to find moments of mirth. His worry dissipated with the way the two of you mould together, fitting as though designed for each other. 

You admire him in this quiet moment, the way he shows himself to you. The way he showers his love upon you. You gaze at him, sweat sheen coating him, the scent of his scent of citrus and spice only amplified and surrounding you.

The way his lips confess his love and also draw sounds you haven’t made for anyone but him.

“Bucky,” You bite upon your lip, neediness for him returning.

“Yes, Doll?” He can already tell, with the way he can see your cunt glistening again, all for him.

“Need you inside me.” You confess, he licks his lips, “Lay back.”

Bucky knows his cock loves the warmth of your cunt, the way he coats his cock in your juices before he eases himself into you, both of you moaning as he stretches you out.

“So fucking—“ He groans as your legs wrap around his hips, the angle prompting him to go deeper. His arm shakes as he holds himself up. His head buried in the crook of your neck, allowing you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck—James, move, plea—,” 

He pulls out, till only his tip remains inside and he moves back in, cutting off your plea turning it into mewls.

“So, full—,”

“So goddamn tight—fuck,” 

His pace increases, driving into you, your grip on his back digging in nails leaving crescents and Bucky increases his pace further. The wet squelch as your cunt spasms around him, your orgasm drawing close, he doesn’t relent.

“Fuck—Doll, touch yourself,”

“I’m—,” You take your right hand between the two of you, rubbing over your clit and your cunt squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re close aren’t you? Keep going, fuck— squeezing me so tight, not going to last long,” He shifts, closer, your back off of the bed as he has you arched against him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Buck—,” You are a mess of his name and broken whimpers and moans.

“I know you’re there,” His cock brushes over the spot that has you thrash under him. He keeps moving his hips in that position, every thrust and circle of your fingers increases the pleasure climbing up your spine.

Bucky admires the way your breasts move, he shifts in the slightest, one nipple in his mouth and your cunt spasms around him, with a loud cry of his name your orgasm takes over, arching up. Bucky lets go of your nipple.

In your haze you try to find his lips to ground you, or set you off further, “Bucky, Bucky, mark me, fill me up—,” You babble and circle your hips, he loses himself inside you.

“Y/N, Doll, fuck—,” Your name prayed over and over by him, as he fills you up, his orgasm shattering through him. You meet him weakly for each remaining thrust. Your clit pulses as he circles his hips.

The ringing silence in your ears dies down and your breaths echo through the room. 

Bucky pants, but gazes down to where he still is inside you, his eyes closed as his body reminds him of the pleasure it just went through.

He looks up at you, you place soft kisses against his cheek, jaw, temple.

“When can we do that again?” You question, a soft giggle as his breathy chuckle.

“Let a man recover from the best orgasm of his life, Doll. Then you can give me another one.” He chuckles, placing a kiss to your temple. 

Slowly he pulls out of you as your legs unwrap from his hips. You feel yourself clench for him as he retreats to the bathroom, bringing back a two warm towels to clean you and himself.

Bucky lays down after discarding the towels, you shift to curl against his right side his arm around you, thumb tracing over your arm. 

You do the same traces over his chest. 

Bucky presses his lips to your forehead, you close your eyes savouring the moment.

“Get some rest, Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks when you look up at him.

You shift, hooking one leg over him and carefully straddling him, right over his abdomen. You look at him with an innocent smile.

“I don’t need rest, when it comes to you, Mr. Barnes.” You play with the dog-tags of his that rest between your breasts, Bucky feels himself grow hard. 

Bucky admires you, sending a silent thanks to the fates above that he found you, the love bites he left on you begin to bloom, you shift forward, your lips every so slightly away from his own, he reaches up, brushing them against yours.

“Go on, Doll. Ride me.” His nose brushes against yours, “I can feel how wet you are,” Somehow he is able to flex the muscles of his lower abdomen and your clit pulsates.

“Go on baby, my cock is yours to use, want to see you fall apart on top of me.”

He sits up when you sit, allowing him to use the headboard as a back rest, when you straddle him again, slowly inching yourself down on his cock. Your walls clench around him, welcoming the stretch and fullness he brings, your hands move to his shoulders, you circle your hips around him.

“So fucking perfect. Made for me.” Bucky whispers, his thumb circling your clit and you know what small shred of dominance you held is shattering with every movement of his, your hands squeeze his shoulders.

“Always need you to cum more than once for me. Don’t worry that sweet little mind of yours, I’ll keep count.” He murmurs, as your whimpers and soft moans grow more and you begin to shift on him ever so slightly.

Bucky watches you, loving every sound, every, mewl he draws from you, you fall apart soon enough, his hand moves to your waist, squeezing your flesh then his hand cups your ass, you look up at him, with dazed eyes.

“Ride me, Doll. Ride me like you’ve always wanted and told me you would. Want to fill you up again, want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock.” His words have you moving his hand setting the pace and you lock your gaze onto his, your nipples brushing against his chest with each movement, you know you’re going to fall apart quicker, you know Bucky knows too.

“Greedy girl didn’t want to rest.” He teases, pinching your clit as your orgasm takes over and you cum undone, he grasps your hip, knees bent and suddenly you’re under him again as he begins to fuck you.

Your mouth and mind only knows his name and asking him for more; he absolutely loves the fact. 

Every orgasm your hips meet his, every kiss shared in between, hands exploring his body, his hand already knowing you. 

Every breath of love confessed, the aftercare that follows, soft warmth. his lips, his touch his words. Your words, your caresses, you.

Bucky pulls your exhausted form closer, the entire day spent tangled in each other only sitting apart for food at his insistence. 

The rain outside begins again. Your back against his chest as you both watch the raindrops, tangled in sheets.

Bucky finds sleep found him easier today, you turn, your head against his chest and your arm around him.

The last coherent touch from you he registers is the kiss you press to his chest, right over his heart.

a.n: at first i was like i need to put so much more in this chap because i wanted only 12 chaps, then bucky looked at me and said no you will increase the chapters and i as a writer made the informed decision and no my character did not become sentient lol jokes aside i hope you all enjoyed this chapter

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

fic taglist: @harry03bb @et-homephone @sebsgirl71479 @blackwidownat2814 @littleone2223 @elbell20-blog @lexhalstead3

@lissettacevedo14 @simpingfortoomanypeople @ebonyhogan24

@sammyisfat @juulle987 @elle14-blog1 @bye-moonchild

[xentari94]

Okay so I’m going to put in my 2 cents on the matter of the mwiii ending. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t write some semblance of a theory post. Maybe I’m in denial. If so I don’t. fucking. care. Soap may not be my personal comfort character in the same sense like he is to so many others, but finding out about the campaign today has left me depressed as fuck over this ngl. I love Simon and Johnny so much 💀 🧼 ❤️ And quite frankly this was some steaming FUCKING bullshittery that I will never accept. So… without further a-due

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!

———————————

Now I haven’t watched all of the campaign yet, so I can’t get a solid feel of how rushed it is like people are saying. I started watching the first mission before I got distracted with the comment section on YouTube, and that’s when I found out what happens and the whole damn thing snowballed from there. Might go back and watch it later for the boys sake mainly, and to gather more accurate information. But I’ve seen enough to form a theory that Soap may not actually be dead.

Again… I know I’m probably just denial typing but if it helps then it helps ya know? And I like to put a bit of faith behind these, else there would be no point in making them.

So to start, we see Soap get shot and fall but to me personally our view of him was never close enough to determine if he was actually breathing or not. Man just got shot twice, at least once critical, any breathing gonna be labored as fuck I’d take it. Our only thing to go by is Price saying k.i.a out loud which- later I thought- Makarov may have been injured and ran, but he could still have men in the area watching the boys, reporting back to him anything that could have occurred after his bitchass self made his little bitchass exit. Soap could still have been alive, but in the moment the need to announce aloud that Makarov did him in was needed to keep his true status unknown to any potential unnecessary ears or planted bugs to help keep Soap that way until the rest of the boys could get him to medical.

The whole scene with Laswell redacting reports? At least I’m assuming that’s what that was, keeping information about the mission secure because the enemy is still out there. I tried reading it as it went, I’ll have to go back later and really pay attention to what was typed before it was marked out. Labeling Soap k.i.a again as possible cover up to keep him safe.

The ashes scene, while heart wrenching, is such an odd thing to jump to imo. Did Soap not have a family waiting for him? Never known otherwise unless I missed something along the way. I mean being realistic here the bodies of soldiers are usually sent back to the families if able. And Soap was still intact. So the team scattering ashes really doesn’t make sense if you really think about it, if Soap was actually dead. Just automatically cremating him would be cruel. Yes Soap was a part of their team family … but not letting a possible blood family get their son back… unless there was a time skip and they were allowed some of Soaps ashes… idk.

On the other hand perhaps a possible family couldn’t be notified of their son’s condition due to their safety potentially being in jeopardy. Now there is the matter of Soaps dog tags of course, who has those? Soaps family? Or maybe Ghost? I didn’t see them nor hear mention of them so it’s still too soon to say what happened with them. And if the boys needed a way to make soaps death look real. Needed to really send it and make it seem untraceable well… tossing what looks to be ashes would be the best choice. While Soap is kept hidden away under constant surveillance as he hopefully recovers. Makarov could have eyes always on them. I wouldn’t doubt that he did.

Just too many plotholes. Too many what ifs. Too soon to tell. Am I mad? Upset? Pissed? You betcha ass I am. I let my hopes get too high in believing the 141 would get some strong plot armor this go around. Ghost survived, can you blame me? A part of me just refuses to accept and believe Soap is gone. That my favorite duo is done. Big chance I’m wrong I know. But always a chance I could be right. A chance I’m willing to take.

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

(MAJOR COMIC SPOILERS ON THIS ONE)

i just. i love brief lives for a lot of reasons, it’s so beautifully written, and it’s funny and has good character moments

and it also has a fuck ton of really interesting parallels

and right now i’m thinking about “never had the sense to come in out of the rain”

like i’ve written a lot about desire and dream’s complicated relationship and i’m sure i will continue to, here and here for existing metas

but this is really what gets right down to it - desire is very aware of dream’s incredible ability to fuck himself over with very little provocation, and when it doesn’t matter, when there’s no real consequences, they love pushing him around just to see how far he’ll fall, because he’s annoying and it’s funny and maybe now he’ll take them seriously

but desire knows when to stop. and that’s what this entire volume is, it’s dream falling into every trap desire’s ever laid for him, except this time, none of them were desire’s fault

so like, this volume starts with what is, at that point, pretty much a purely humorous scene - dream standing barefoot outside in the rain for three weeks because his latest girlfriend left.

and, while merv is generally a bit overcritical of dream, and this is mostly complaining about the rain, merv catches it right then and there - dream’s problem is he doesn’t know how to let things go

and it’s that that drives this plot - dream accepts delirium’s offer to travel, not because he wants to find destruction, but because he’s hoping to meet with thessaly again

but he meets with desire before he does - and he asks desire, was this your fault? desire’s certainly messed with his love life in the past, this is one of their signature moves, but this time they’re not playing. they know delirium’s on a dangerous path and they tell delirium to stop and dream to stay out of it

which doesn’t work. and dream not being able to let his relationship go means he stumbles into an actual problem, which he can’t let go, which means he has to go to destruction to solve it, which means he has to talk to orpheus, who he can’t betray, which means he breaks the most important rule - endless can’t kill family.

and desire knew it was coming. knew something bad would happen if he kept down this road, it’s why they warned him away (and this isn't the only time desire's tried to keep dream off a dangerous path - they fixed everything in overture in secret, without ever asking for credit, bc they knew if they revealed themselves dream would immediately stop listening and go do something stupid, and if they didn't help dream at all he'd die and eventually so would everyone else)

(that plan worked. the second time, they don't have as much advance warning to come up with something clever, and their word alone has never been enough for dream)

but dream never did come in out of the rain, he just brought the rain with him, chasing that feeling as it snowballed.

and spilling family blood, that’s the other old trap of desire’s. they’ve tried to get him to break it before, but again, that was a game. those were times when they didn’t really think dream would lose. but it’s always been real to dream, so he doesn’t recognise the warning for what it is, and it means there’s nothing desire can do but watch their plan that they never wanted to succeed win. and that terrifies them

and the snowball keeps going. orpheus’ murder calls down the kindly ones on his head, who he tries to wait out, but he can’t let go of his promise to nuala, which means they get access to the dreaming

and he can’t let the dreaming go. was never the person who could leave, no matter how much he wanted to, couldn’t abandon his responsibilities. he had a hundred opportunities to stop, to back out, to say this wasn’t his problem and to save himself. but for all his siblings tried (and all of them tried, every single one of them has their moment where they try to get through to dream about escaping the trap he’s built for himself), dream doesn’t know how to let things go

and keeping that much weight tied around you, billions of years of it, compounding constantly without being able to stop or move on - that’ll drown anyone eventually

and their address at his funeral is so simple. but because of that one repeating line, it says so much

[galaxymagitech]

A Fighting Chance

A blizzard's struck Gotham City. Jason refuses to hole up and wait for the cold to kill him. He comes up with a dangerous plan. After all, any chance of survival is better than no chance at all.

Jason used to love the snow. His mom would wake him up and point to the window, a bright, warm smile gracing her face. Jason would race over and rest his elbows on the windowsill, staring out at the shroud of white covering the streets and rooftops. It turned the grimy city into a majestic wonderland, where even Crime Alley would look perfect.

But that was nothing compared to the thrill that would race through Jason’s heart when he and his mother ran outside, throwing snowballs at each other and catching snowflakes on their tongues laughing until they were too cold to laugh anymore. If it was snowing badly enough, Jason’s dad would stay home too. And no one could find it in themselves to be angry when the snow seemed to cover all blemishes.

Mom wouldn’t need to forget the world quite as much when everything she hid from was covered in a snowy blanket. She’d curl up with Jason on the couch and he’d read to her, and when the power went out, she’d hold the flashlight. And at night, when Jason was too tired to read, Mom would take over, running her fingers through his hair as she told him about Narnia or Paddington or Elizabeth. Snow meant it would be a good day.

So, yes, Jason used to love the snow. But now, he’s pretty sure it’s gonna kill him.

It’s a cold day in a long string of cold days. Record-breakingly cold days. Jason’s pretty sure Mr. Freeze’s latest plot to hold the city hostage, which was stopped “before any negative consequences could occur” is at fault—not that the mayor’ll ever admit it. Not when he can go home to a nice, warm mansion at the end of the day.

Jason can’t go home to a nice, warm mansion, or a nice, warm house, or a nice, warm apartment. He’d settle for a nice, warm closet at this point, but he doesn’t have that either. He has one extremely ratty blanket and a mattress in an abandoned, mold-infested, asbestos-containing apartment building which will be torn down whenever Gotham City gets around to it (a.k.a. never).

He shivers, curling even tighter into a ball, and pretends he can feel his fingers. Jason’s going to stop shivering soon—he can feel it. And then he’s gonna freeze to death.

Jason had thought it’d be the people that end him. He ran away from the foster care system, but that wouldn’t keep him safe forever. At least on the streets, he’d be able to fight, tire iron in hand. He’d kick and scream until his dying breath. But he’s short and malnourished and young, so he figured it was inevitable that he’d meet someone he couldn’t fight off. Over time, though, Jason fought enough people to feel actually pretty confident in his skills. He thought maybe it wouldn’t be the people.

And then, Jason had thought it’d be the hunger that ends him. Days spent starving until it doesn’t even feel like he’s starving anymore, his stomach so empty that it’s shrunk into nothingness. Jason can’t fight his stomach, so he thought that’d do him in. But he got goodat stealing, at picking pockets and sneaking into abandoned houses. And he met a guy who’d fence any tires he took, so that was enough income to keep him alive. Jason wasn’t exactly full but he wasn’t starving either, anymore. So, he’d thought maybe it wouldn’t be the hunger.

But Jason can’t fight a blizzard and he can’t steal warmth, so he thinks that actually, it’s gonna be the cold that ends him.

Jason doesn’t want to die. He’s eleven years old, and he thinks that, by all accounts, that’s too fucking early. If he’d lived in the dark ages, chances are he’d be dead already, by the plague or something. Or by famine, or by the law, killing him for stealing during the famine. So, according to his historical odds, Jason’s done rather well. But eleven is still not enough. Jason wants to live more. He thinks he ought to have more than eleven years.

It's too dark under the blanket to read, and too cold outside the blanket to live, and so Jason is bored, too. But even if he could see the pages of a book right now, he doesn’t think he’d be able to focus on it. It’s just so cold.

It strikes him suddenly. Jason’s been thinking about how he’ll probably die, but the realization still hits him like a blow to the chest, knocking all the air out of his lungs. Tears begin to trail down his cheeks, freezing to his skin.

This is it. By morning, Jason will be gone. Jason won’t be here. Jason won’t exist.

And Jason’s just lying here, waiting for it to happen.

No. No, Jason won’t just wait to die. He’s better than that, he’s more than that. He has to fight.

Jason can’t fight the cold and he can’t fight the snow and he can’t fight the clouds. He can’t steal warmth or a heater or electricity. But he is decent at breaking into places. And he knows one place nearby that’s always heated in the winter.

It’s an awful idea. It’s a really, really terrible idea. But it’s the only one Jason’s got. So, he throws off his blanket, snatches his one remaining granola bar, and climbs out onto the rickety fire escape.

Two-Face’s Crime Alley hideout is only a block and a half away. Every step is torture as Jason wades through the snow, already a foot high and getting higher. He can’t feel his toes. But he’s still shivering. He’s still shivering, he’s still alive, and he’s going to do everything in his power to stay that way.

Dad had taken the family there, one night, when it was too cold and Mom had blown the electricity budget on drugs and Jason was close to freezing to death. “He always keeps it heated,” Dad had said. “’cos sometimes he keeps people here. Now, don’t ask no questions, and keep real quiet.”

Jason hopes that Two-Face’s hideout management is the same as it used to be, because this really is his only chance. And it’s absolutely insane to sneak into a Rogue’s hideout, but…it’s unlikely Two-Face will even be there. He’s got tons of hideouts, and no one who fancies himself a mob boss is gonna stay in Crime Alley willingly.

And even if people are there…well, it’s better odds than staying out in this weather or going to one of the shelters. If Two-Face’s men find him, they’ll recognize him as Willis Todd’s son, and they probably won’t want to hurt him ‘cos of that. Even when Dad’s in jail, his name was always enough to keep Jason and Mom safe from the worst of Crime Alley. And Jason’s met these guys, brought them beer as they played poker, joked around with them. That has to make it harder for them to hurt him.

If Two-Face is the one who finds him…well. Jason probably won’t make it ‘til morning. But Two-Face is straight-forward. It’s why Dad works for him. The worst Two-Face’ll do is just shoot him, and that’s better than ending up in foster care and getting trafficked.

Okay, Jason gets it. The odds suck. But at this point, he’ll take anything better than zero.

He finds the building and picks open the lock on one of the windows, slipping in and tumbling onto the hard, wood floor. There’s nothing much on the first floor, but the down a flight of stairs—

The basement smells like beer and cigarettes and old packs of cards. Someone’s strung up what looks like fairy lights around the walls, which is kind of offset by what looks like a rack of torture implements. There’s a television sitting in one corner and a closet which Jason discovers contains several guns. Riiiight. He’s not touching that with a ten-foot pole.

His eyes zero in on the radiator. Jason closes the door and, entranced, moves toward the heat source. Immediately, he’s hit by warm air. Jason rubs his fingers and twists his body so that he can soak in all the warmth. And then, hit by a wave of exhaustion, he curls up on the concrete floor and sinks into sleep.

Jason’s woken up by the feeling of something nudging his ribs, hard. Dad must be annoyed again. “Lemme sleep,” Jason mutters.

There’s a humorless chuckle. “Let him sleep, he says.” The foot nudges him again. “Do you know where you are, boy?”

That gets Jason’s attention, because now he’s awake enough to remember and what he remembers…isn’t good. Isn’t good at all.

Shit, Jason thinks, peeling his eyes open and struggling up into a seated position, back to the radiator. It’s so warm and all he wants to do is sleep. Why can’t he just sleep?

Jason looks out at the large room before him to see four of Two-Face’s men and the big man himself. He’s never met Two-Face in person before, but the mugshots definitely didn’t do him justice. The left side of the man’s face is a sickening shade of green, twisted and warped and scorched and pockmarked like someone tried to piece together a Frankenstein by burning the skin grafts together. His lips on that side are twisted into a grimace, paralyzed in place. The right side of his face looks startlingly like the handsome Harvey Dent, skin smooth and hair neatly combed. The perfect split is unnerving, but—

—but not scary. Jason is scared, but he doesn’t know why people find Two-Face’s appearance so frightening. Because he finds it fascinating. He stares, trying to determine precisely where black hair turns shocking white, catalogue each twist, and describe it like a character in a book. But Mom said it’s rude to stare, so he forces himself to avert his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Jason whispers, even though that won’t be enough. Nothing will be enough, at this point. He struggles to his feet, pulling himself up by the top of the radiator. Maybe, just maybe he can fight his way out. Definitely not, but—he’s got to at least give it a shot. Fuck, Jason is going to die.

“I asked a question,” Two-Face says. “Are you going to answer me?”

Jason could lie. But Dad always said Two-Face hates liars. “Yes,” Jason says, voice trembling along with every molecule in his body. He hates that, but maybe…maybe Two-Face will take pity on him if he sounds enough like a scared little baby. “Yes, I know where I am.”

Two-Face raises an eyebrow on the part of the face where he still has the ability. “And why are you here, kid? Who sent you?” He towers over Jason, who tries to back up only to realize he’s flush against the radiator. Two-Face notices though, and chuckles darkly.

“No—no one sent me,” Jason says hurriedly. If Two-Face thinks someone sent him…well, all bets on just shooting him are off. Jason doesn’t want to be tortured. He shudders. “Please, it was—it was warm. I just wanted to be warm.”

Two-Face doesn’t look like he believes him, but then one of his men interjects. “That’s Willis Todd’s boy,” he says. Jason recognizes him. He thinks he’s played poker with him before, or maybe hearts. Danny or Denny or something like that. “He’s in jail right now, but he probably told the kid about this place.”

“Is that right?” Two-Face asks.

Jason nods before he can help it, then freezes. Is he getting his dad in trouble? He really hopes not. Dad would be super mad if Jason got him in trouble with his boss.

Two-Face stares at him, thinking deeply. Jason knows that this is it. This is the moment where his fate is decided. If he lives or if he dies is entirely outside of Jason’s control and he hates that so much. He hates the way his hands are shaking and sweaty, the way his heart pounds against his ribcage. Adrenaline is coursing through his veins, but he can’t do anything with it, just stand there. Death is coming toward him like a speeding train and Jason is stuck on the train-tracks.

Jason wants more time. He’s always been greedy like that.

“He’s a loose end,” Two-Face growls eventually. “And I don’t like loose ends.”

Jason’s heart doesn’t sink, it falls. There’s nothing to catch it. It just falls and falls, like Alice down the rabbit hole, but there’s no floor to land on because Jason’s gonna die.

He thinks he’s crying again. Crying is a defense mechanism, meant to call others to help him. But no one’s coming. Mom is dead and Dad’s in jail and Jason’s never had anyone else on his side, never.

“Boss—”

Two-Face rounds on Danny/Denny/Davy, snarling. “You listen to me,” he orders, “or you’ll never see daylight again. You understand me?”

Danny nods, sharply. “Sorry, Todd.”

“Fuck you,” Jason says with fake bluster.

“We all got families to feed,” another one of Two-Face’s men says.

And Jason’s hung around with these guys all his life. He knows that they smile and laugh at dumb jokes and play poker with his dad. He knows that they don’t want to kill him, but they feel like they’ve got to. But Jason’s gonna die, and he can’t bring himself to care about their stupid justifications. And if he’s going to die, he’s not going to sit there and make it easy for his murderers. He’s gonna fight. That’s all he does. “Fuck you,” Jason repeats. “Your kids ain’t any more important than me.”

With that, Jason lunges forward and knees the man in the crotch. He sees Danny’s punch coming from a mile away and ducks under it, before rushing desperately toward the door. Someone tries to grab his shoulder, but he throws an elbow into their nose and runs because his life depends on it.

A blinding pain strikes him across the cheek and Jason topples to the floor, raising a hand to his face in shock. Two-Face is standing over him, a pistol in hand. Jason grits his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. “You know what they say,” Two-Face says. His lips twist into a grin. “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”

“Wait,” Jason says desperately, raising his hands in a defensive position. But he’s no Superman. His hands can’t stop a bullet. “Please, wait.” Two-Face clicks off the safety. Or at least, Jason thinks it’s the safety, ‘cos he’s never held a gun before and he doesn’t really know how one works. But it’s probably the safety, and that’s one less barrier between Jason and certain death.

Jason’s gonna die, but at least he did all he could. At least he’s getting shot instead of freezing to death in a lonely abandoned building. At least he isn’t starving. This was his best chance, and the odds were never in his favor, and Jason doesn’t believe in such things as good luck.

Luck.

“Wait,” Jason pleads. “Your coin. Flip your coin. Don’t you gotta flip your coin? That’s your thing, you gotta do it.”

Two-Face crouches down in front of Jason, and Jason scrambles so he’s at least sitting instead of lying on the floor. “Now,” Two-Face says. “Why would I do that? I don’t need a coin to get rid of a little rat.”

And suddenly, Jason is angry. All the adrenaline in his body wants to do something, and if Jason can’t fight with his fists, well, he’ll fight with his words. “My dad worked for you,” Jason says.

“I kill plenty of guys who work for me.”

“Yeah, but he got caught doing your dirty work, ‘kay?” Jason says. Fuck, he’s disrespecting fucking Two-Face. Well, at least if he goes down, he’ll go down with style. The guys here’ll remember him. Jason’ll make them remember him. “He’s in jail, so I don’t got nowhere to live, so I had to go here, and it’s your fault. So it’s only fair that you give me a chance, because the only reason I needed to be warm was ‘cos of you.”

Well, Jason’s done it. He’s now extra, super, mega-dead. He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for everything to stop.

But it doesn’t stop, and eventually, he cracks his eyes open. Two-Face rocks back onto his heels and stands. “Stand up, kid,” he orders. “What’s your name?”

“Jason,” Jason mutters. “Jason Todd.” Two-Face is asking his name. That must mean he’s gonna do the flip, right? Or maybe that means he’s gonna torture him. He gets to his feet, forced to lean back on the radiator to keep from toppling over. His knees feel so weak he swears he’s gonna fall any minute now.

“Well, you’re brave, Jason,” Two-Face says. “Brave, or impertinent.”

“Please,” Jason whispers again.

“Shut up!” Two-Face shouts, slapping Jason on the cheek and whipping his head to the side. Jason can feel spittle on his forehead, but he doesn’t dare wipe it off. “Hmm,” he says consideringly. “Alright, kid. You’ve given me an idea. I suppose you aren’t entirely the one at fault for this mess. So, I’ll make you a deal, Jason Todd.” He takes out his coin, admiring the way it glints in the light. “Bad heads, I shoot you in the skull.” He shows Jason the scarred side of the coin. “Good heads, I let you go free.”

There’s got to be a catch. The way Two-Face says it, Jason knows there has to be a catch. You don’t make a deal without both sides sacrificing something. “You’ll let me walk out of here, without anyone hurting me?” Jason asks.

Two-Face nods, holding out a scarred, green hand. Jason takes it, feeling the coarse skin underneath. Two-Face takes the coin in his other hand and tosses it into the air.

This is it. Jason’s entire life depends on a tiny piece of metal worth 25 cents according to the US treasury.

Eleven years is too few.

A 50-50 shot. It’s better odds than he’s had since his mom died. Hell, it’s better odds that Jason’s had his entire life.

The coin lands in Two-Face’s palm and he places it on the back of his hand. Jason doesn’t even have time for the electric fear to shoot through him before the coin is revealed:

Good heads. Jason lives.

Relief fills every inch of him. Jason stumbles forwards, filled with a detached disbelief. He has to check, has to be sure he didn’t just hallucinate it. Jason gets to live a little longer.

A 50-50 shot. That’s how close he was to dying.

“You’ve got guts, Jason Todd,” Two-Face says. “More than this lot over here. Call me if you ever need a job.” Jason is too frozen to even nod. “But I better not see you until then. Now go!”

Jason runs out of the basement, out of the building, and onto the streets. It’s late into the morning, now—Jason slept the entire night in Two-Face’s lair. The blizzard has stopped and the snow is melting and the temperature is back in the barely-tolerable zone. Jason must’ve been right. It was Mr. Freeze’s fault.

The odds weren’t stacked against him on that coin flip, but still—Jason can scarcely believe that it landed on the good heads. He was so close. So close to dying. One tiny gust of air from the same radiator that kept him warm, kept him alive, through the night, and the coin could’ve landed differently.

Jason wonders if the universe finally took pity on him. Dad in jail, Mom dead, lives in Crime Alley, no relatives, homeless—he’s had a lot of bad luck. Maybe it’s finally balancing out.

But…nah. The universe doesn’t take pity on anyone, and certainly not Jason Todd. He hasn’t done anything to deserve a lucky break. He’s stolen and hurt and fought for every scrap of life like a wild animal. Jason doesn’t believe anything good comes without a catch—even survival.

No, it’s more likely that the universe just isn’t done playing with him yet. He has a lot more bad fortune to come his way.

But Jason’ll take it. As long as he’s alive, he’ll take whatever suffering life throws at him. If it’s bad luck that let him leave that basement alive and relatively unharmed, well, Jason will accept that bad luck.

He’ll live. He’ll survive.

He’ll fight.

[insertpoetryhere]

Wait im really interested abt what you said about kuze,, will you explain it? Only if you dont mind ofc

With delight and pleasure! I’m always looking for an excuse to talk about the manga.

So for context, this idea came from a conversation I was having with a friend about the possibility of a second season of Ouran. Specifically, we were discussing what we would want to see if they decided to revisit the anime. My stance was that the entire show would have to be redone in order for it to be an adaptation instead of a teaser since they left out smaller details that snowballed into larger plot points.

Enter: Kuze.

One of my personal favorite things about Ouran is it’s sense of timing and the fact that the characters aren’t interchangeable. A scene meant for Tamaki could never happen if you switched him with Kyoya, and a scene with Kyoya won’t work if you switch him out with Kaoru. Haruhi entering a plot point at one moment will drastically change it if she is meant to enter at another point. It all plays into the very natural feeling story progression. While these probably sound like they’re obvious elements of storytelling, there are a lot of pieces of media that don’t have that quality to them.

The things that happen in Ouran happen in a certain order for a reason, simply because switching the order that information is given drastically changes what the information means.

Takeshi Kuze is not a very big player in the overarching storyline, but he stands out from the other one-off characters. First up, he has a more personal connection to one of the hosts than most of the other background characters do. And second, he almost exclusively shows up during the more high-stakes competitive arcs (namely the Ouran Fair and the Sports Festival). His absence from the anime is a bit jarring, but not surprising since he also can’t be separated from the main plot of the manga very easily.

For those who don’t know, the ending of the anime is an arc that doesn’t happen in the manga. It was made exclusively to give the anime an open ended but still satisfying conclusion. In its place in the manga was a string of smaller arcs that all led up to the Ouran Fair, including one where several clubs compete for the location of the school’s central salon. This is when we meet Takeshi Kuze, Kyoya’s rival and childhood friend.

I could go on and on for weeks about how much I love the string of events, but we don’t have time for that so I will try to contain myself.

Kuze’s existence and relationship with Kyoya serves three purposes. 1.) To juxtapose Kyoya’s relationships with the hosts (mostly tamaki). 2.) To establish that Kyoya has a competitive streak. 3.) To imply that there are people who Kyoya doesn’t *have* to be nice to. And he is introduced in the same general timeframe where we meet Mr. Ootori and get to know a bit more about how Kyoya very intentionally sidelines himself and let’s Tamaki take the glory.

This all adds up to the idea that Kyoya, despite their friendship, deeply resents the fact that his family wants him to keep Tamaki in the spotlight for their own benefit. It also shows that his relationship with Kuze acts as a balancing factor, allowing him to be petty without stepping too far out of line.

This is established quickly and effectively by having it be so central in the Ouran Fair arc, giving us a certain expectation for how interactions between Kyoya and Kuze will play out in the future without having to focus too much on Kuze individually.

This changes with the Sports Festival arc. Despite only seeing him a handful of times prior, the audience has a certain expectation when Kuze enters the picture. But this expectation is shifted when Tamaki interjects, throwing both audience and characters off. Not only that, but the shift in status quo makes Kuze’s petty but harmless jabs turn into really hard-hitting attacks at Kyoya’s insecurities. This makes all of his pre-established resentment take center stage and results in him agreeing to a sports festival under the condition that he and Tamaki compete against one another.

The Sports Festival gives Kyoya the opportunity to work through some of that pent up anger without his family’s supervision. This in turn helps his friendship with Tamaki take a much healthier turn. This turn is also what prompts Kyoya to try and find Tamaki’s mother while he is in France.

When he does find her and sees that she is in perfect health, he realizes that this doesn’t line up with the description of her illness. This leads him to doing more research, thus kicking the second act of the story into gear.

Each of these steps is important and cannot function properly if you cut out any of the others. So while Kuze himself is only a minor role, he is needed to kickstart this specific chain of events. The role can’t be filled by any other character.

In conclusion: I love he

[mcturethemes]

muse : heather  open to : anyone, m if romantic. plot : stressed single mom at the holidays, hiding for a smoke in a bathroom while the kids are having a snowball fight.

the tiny glass bong had just been stowed in the top cabinet after the blonde heard her son and his friends start running through the house. “that didn’t last nearly as long as they used to.” heather said, exhaling the last hit she had been holding in. she sprayed her favorite holiday scented air freshener then took a seat on the tub. the sound of spoons and mugs could be heard, the kids were making hot cocoa. “i just can’t wait for them to go back to school and this stupid holiday to be over. it’s not fun anymore.” she vented. she hadn’t even finished shopping and there was only a week left til christmas.

[andromedaexists]

andi!! my fellow and favourite myth reteller of the greek persuasion. talk to me about descecrate, about call me icarus. whatever you like! 💥🤒🎧🌑🕳💡

krys!!! my fellow and favorite myth reteller of the greek persuasion! how is Namesake going??

💥 - What is the main conflict of the wip?

I already answered this one for Call Me Icarus, so imma do Desecrate this time!!

The main conflict of Desecrate is two-fold: internally Kit has to confront the fact that he is rescuing a divine being, that he is rescuing his God, while externally he has to defy the Catholic Church in order to free the captive God.

🤒 - Is there whump in the wip? What kind?

oh ho ho this one is mighty fun for CMI.

Yes of course there is whump in CMI. Whump is like the cornerstone of Call Me Icarus, it is my bread and butter at this point honestly. The way I define whump is "taking a character and placing them in physically painful or psychologically-damaging situations" (because I know other people have diff definitions)

So, with that, basically all of CMI is whump. however, there are specific scenarios that I feel need mentioned:

The one and only sex scene between Icarus and Apollon where Icarus initiates the entire thing by legitimately shattering Apollon's mind and heart

The entire paranoia/anxiety hallucinations thing Icarus has going on (oh wait, i don't think i've talked about those yet...)

Achilles. just... Achilles. (i'm so sorry to anyone who's become attached to Patroclus)

Icarus deals with a lot of pain always. He's my literal punching bag and resident multi-year burn victim

🎧 - What are the first three songs on the playlist?

yeah okay i just went to look this up and Spotify updated??? what the fuck is that new sidebar, gimme the old one back. like, why the fuck is my folder organization gone??? why are playlists out of order??? who thought this was a good idea?? they were wrong

anyways, i think Desecrate will be the more interesting playlist to look at:

He Is by Ghost

Maybe IDK by Jon Bellion

The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token

🌑 - Is there reoccurring symbolism? Motifs?

oooooo there is recurring symbolism and motifs in both CMI and Desecrate, though they are more fleshed out in CMI.

First off, feathers. Feathers are a big thing in CMI (i should add more honestly...). There's also fire, that's a big reoccurring motif. uuuhhhh Icarus is autistic so I've written him to pick up on reoccurring symbolism but I can't really go too into depth on that yet because i haven't written it it's not going to start popping up until the end of the book

🕳 - What’s a plot hole you just can’t seem to fix?

i just.. cannot write a smooth progression from Icarus hating Apollon to Icarus loving Apollon again. It eludes me

Also, I've mentioned like multiple times that Icarus is the one who wants to tear down ATLAS but you know what the bitch never once mentions in story until it's forced upon him??? tearing down ATLAS. How did we go from Icarus just trying to cobble together a family to him being all "grrrr trauma burn them to the ground"??? I need to fix that and i just don't know how to yet

💡 - What inspired the wip? When/how did you first get the idea?

I also talked about this one for CMI already, so let's talk Desecrate!!

This idea is much more recent and was inspired by a class I took last semester (Ancient Christianities with Dr. Larson, if anyone remembers me complaining about that class lol)

Basically, towards the end of the semester we covered gnosticism and marcionism and how they were pretty immediately labeled heretical and buried and the only reason we really know that much about them is because of the Nag Hammadi.

So then my brain started creaking and turning and I thought: what if the Catholic Church was preceded by Marcionites instead of the proto-orthodox Christians?

Then, that snowballed into more (regrettably) predictable position of: What if the MC wanted to fuck God?

And thus Desecrate was born