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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 years ago

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just not home

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warnings: rafe gets kicked out of his house, mentions of hooking up/friends with benefits but not explicit

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you groan and mentally curse whoever it is that is causing your phone to ring, waking you up from a pleasant dream.

you grab it off the nightstand, briefly glancing at the contact name before answering, keeping your eyes partly closed as the screen causes you to squint, not adjusted to the light yet.

“rafe, it's late.” you say, not greeting him. “if you're calling to fuck, the answer is no. im too tired.”

rafe has a habit of hitting you up whenever he needs to release some tension. you were sort of friends, at least at first, but it all changed when you slept together once when drunk at a party, then repeatedly ended up in each other's beds until it became a regular thing.

“it's not that um… can i come over though?” rafes voice is softer than you're used to, and it causes you to shake off a bit more of the fog that the sleep has over your mind.

“what's wrong?” you question.

“nothing.” rafe says. you don't respond, waiting to see if he will volunteer more information, but it doesn't come.

“where are you?” you try instead.

“walking over to your house.” rafe says, and your ears then pick up the background noises, the cicadas and frogs in the distance.

“why are you walking?”

“my dad took the keys to my truck.” rafe explains. you sigh and switch the phone to speaker as you get out of bed, shivering when you throw back the covers and are exposed to the air. “he kicked me out.”

“ward did what?” you question, putting on a pair of crocs and heading out your bedroom door to find your purse and car keys.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “im sorry, y/n. i shouldn't have called, just go back to sleep.”

“hey, stop that.” you say, heading out the door once you have everything you need to drive. “im coming to pick you up right now, where are you?”

rafe responds with his location. you remain on the line as you drive, but stay quiet to focus on the road. even though there's no cars, you're not fully awake yet and need all of your brain power to focus on getting to rafe safely.

your heart breaks a little when you spot him, head hung low as he walks down the sidewalk. you pull your car to the side of the road, getting out and immediately pulling rafe into your arms, holding him close until he hugs you back.

“i didn't have anywhere else to go.” rafe whispers into your hair.

“it's okay.” you say, rubbing your hand over his back. “im glad you called.”

you pull away from the hug, seeing the look in rafes eye. above everything else, he looks tired, completely exhausted. you have never shared an kiss that didn't lead to or happen during sex, but you can't resist pressing your mouth against his pouty lips. rafe kisses back gently, and you can feel a bit of the tension leave his body as he does.

“come on, it's cold out here.” you tug at rafes hand, watching him sit down in your passenger seat as you round the car to drive you home.

you reach across the center console, linking your hands together. “do you wanna talk about what happened?” you ask.

rafe is quiet for a moment before he squeezes your hand, keeping his eyes on the road out the front windscreen instead of looking at you. “can we talk in the morning? im just so tired right now.”

“yeah.” you nod. “thats fine, rafey.”

you fall into comfortable silence on the way back home, keeping your hand in rafes, your fingers intertwined. it dawns on you that this is probably the most intimate moment you've had with rafe, despite having sex with him multiple times, it's this moment of innocently holding hands, no build up to anything more, just rafe needing you, and you giving him a physical connection.

you pull right up to your door, not bothering to care about your shitty parking job as one of your tires sits off your driveway and in the grass. you just want to get back in bed.

“ill leave first thing in the morning, i just needed a place to sleep.” rafe says as you head inside, making you turn to look at him.

“rafe, don't be ridiculous.” you sigh, feeling sad that he ever thought you would kick him out. “you can stay as long as you need.”

“thank you, baby.” rafe says, following you up the stairs. he pauses at the top, looking at the multiple bedroom doors.

“i can sleep in one of the guest bedrooms if you want.” he offers, and you scoff.

“we've shared a bed before.”

“after we've had sex, yeah.” rafe shrugs. “i just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“i think you owe me some cuddles after waking me up in the middle of the night.” you say, and rafe nods with a small grin, glad that you agreed, not wanting to be alone tonight.

you head towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you after rafe enters. you climb into bed, your legs giving out the second you're back on your mattress.

“i don't have… any pajamas.” rafe sighs, looking down at his jeans and polo shirt.

“just wear your underwear. i don't care, just get over here.” you pat the open spot on your bed, managing to keep your eyes open and on rafe as he strips down to his boxers before getting into bed with you.

you cement yourself to his side, sighing softly when he wraps an arm around you, letting you rest on his chest.

“thank you.” he whispers.

“of course, rafe.” you press your lips against his bare skin, the best kiss that he's going to get out of you as you struggle to keep your eyes open. you fall back into a deep slumber as rafe gently strokes over your back, feeling comfortable and safe with your legs tangled together with his.

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ha-rinrin · 1 month ago

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Hello, hope you're doing well! Friendly reminder that you are amazing and deserve nothing but kindness and support.

Whenever you get a chance (because I know amazing writers like you get tons of requests) and of course if you want too, could you write a fiction of Jinx and reader trying to comfort and take care of a sleep deprived Isha? As if she lately couldn't settle down enough to sleep and one night it just took a huge toll on the poor thing. I've just lately have been very sleep deprived for almost a month now 😅.

Totally up to you, and again when you have the time. Thank you, and keep up the amazing work, it never fails to impress!

Hey there! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words, they really mean the world to me! 🥺 I'm so glad you enjoy my writing, it’s honestly such a huge compliment.

I totally hear you on the sleep deprivation — I hope you get the rest you need soon! And I’d be honored to write something for you based on your request, im so sorry it took me so long.

Take care of yourself, and remember you deserve all the rest you need. Thank you again for your sweet message ❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Jinx x female reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

The hideout was quieter than usual. The kind of silence that felt heavy. You sat beside Jinx, watching Isha from across the room. The little girl was curled up in a chair, her legs tucked close to her chest, staring off into the dimly lit room. Her usual mischief spark was missing.

It was hard not to notice. She was exhausted. Her eyes were too heavy, her movements too slow. She didn't seem like the same bright-eyed kid who would run around causing trouble with Jinx. This was something more.

Jinx noticed too, her eyes flickering between you and Isha as she fidgeted in her seat. "She’s been like this for days," Jinx said, her voice low and tense. "Just... zoning out, barely eating, barely moving. I don't know what to do."

You glanced at Isha again, your heart sinking. She hadn't looked at either of you for hours now. Her gaze was always fixed on something far away, as if she was shielding herself from something neither you or Jinx knew.

You stood up slowly, walking over to where Isha sat, your footsteps light. Kneeling down beside her, you gently placed a hand on her small shoulder. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away—just sat there, her face pale, eyes wide and distant.

"Isha," you said softly as you brushed some stray hair from her face and met her gaze, your expression soft but worried. "You need to rest, kiddo."

Isha blinked slowly, and for a brief moment, her eyes flickered to yours. There was a silent understanding between you two. She didn't need to speak for you to know what she was feeling—incredibly tired, maybe even fear.

Jinx moved beside you, her eyes filled with concern, though she tried to mask it with her usual chaotic energy. "You’re not a robot, you know," she said, her voice lighter but still holding that edge of worry. "You need sleep, just like the rest of us. Come on, let’s get you in bed."

But Isha didn’t move. She simply sat there, her shoulders hunched, her hands gripping the edge of the chair as if holding on to something, anything, to keep herself together.

You took a deep breath, crouching down so you were eye-level with her. " I need you to listen kiddo. We’re here, alright? You don’t have to do this on your own."

Isha finally looked at you fully, her eyes wide, and for the briefest moment, you saw the exhaustion crack through her tough exterior. Her hands released their grip on the chair, and she leaned toward you just a little, as if she were afraid to collapse but trusted you enough to help her stay upright.

Jinx reached forward then, gently cupping Isha’s face in her hands, her touch soft despite the chaos that usually surrounded her. "You’re safe, kid. We're not going anywhere," Jinx said, her voice a whisper.

Isha let out a soft breath, her head tilting slightly to the side, and finally, she stood up with your help. Her small body swayed for a second, but you caught her, steadying her.

You guided her to the bed in her little tent, where she finally laid down, curling up beneath the covers. You pulled the blanket up around her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable.

Jinx watching behind you, her eyes distant. She ran a hand through her wild blue hair, but the usual fire in her eyes was dimmed, replaced by something quieter—something more protective.

"She’s going to be alright," you said softly, your voice steady despite the heaviness in your chest.

Jinx nodded, though she didn’t speak. She simply stood there, watching over her kid. "We’ll make sure she is."

The room was dim, the soft light from a broken lamp casting shadows on the walls. Isha had finally fallen asleep, but her rest was restless. You could see the way her small frame twitched occasionally, her face contorting as though trapped in a nightmare.

Jinx had been pacing the room, anxiety making her movements jerky and unpredictable. You knew she hated seeing Isha like this—exhausted, terrified, and unable to express herself.

“I can’t just sit here. I don’t get it. She’s barely slept in days, and she’s not telling us what’s wrong.” Jinx’s voice was tight, but she still carried that signature edge of worry only she could hide behind sarcasm. “I hate feeling useless.”

You moved closer to Isha, sitting beside her on the bed. Gently massaging her scalp. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned toward you, blinking as if trying to shake off the lingering images of her dreams.

You sighed softly, “Hey, Isha… Why haven’t you been sleeping, kiddo?” The simple question felt heavier than you expected, like the answers you needed would reveal something neither of you were prepared to hear.

Isha’s hands shifted, and in the quiet of the room, she signed slowly, her fingers trembling just slightly. Nightmares.

Jinx froze, her breath caught in her throat. She kneeled beside the bed, close to Isha’s side, her voice softer now but still laced with concern. “Nightmares, huh?” She paused for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. “About what, kiddo?”

Isha hesitated, her hands still for a moment before she signed again looking at you. You and Jinx abandoned me.

The air in the room grew heavy. You felt your chest tighten, and Jinx’s face fell as she processed what she had just said. The rawness of it hit hard. The words weren’t harsh, but they carried an ache, a deep wound that Isha had been carrying alone. You knew Isha had been alone before Jinx took her in. She had trust issues, deep ones. But now was your moment—to remind her she wasn’t alone anymore.

Without a second thought, Jinx immediately wrapped her arms around Isha, pulling her into a tight hug, as though holding on for dear life. Her voice was low, barely more than a whisper. “Isha, we would never abandon you. Never. I’m sorry you feel that way. But we’re here. Always.”

You joined in, wrapping your arms around both of them. The three of you huddled close, the warmth between you all providing a small sense of comfort.

“We’re not going anywhere,” you murmured softly into Isha’s hair, “You don’t have to do this alone, Isha. We’ll stay with you tonight. We’ll sleep together, okay?”

Isha’s body relaxed a little, though her eyes were still filled with uncertainty. But there was a shift in her—the tension in her shoulders eased slightly, and she let out a shaky breath.

Jinx laid down beside her, pulling the blanket around all three of you. “This is your home,” she whispered. “We’re not leaving you, Isha. You’re stuck with us.”

Isha curled up into the warmth of your embrace, her small form pressing into both of you, as though she finally believed it—believed that you weren’t going anywhere. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally began to relax, comforted by the presence of the two people who loved her most.

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keen-li · 1 year ago

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PREDESTINED

Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader

Jk x fem reader.

Fantasy au

Wc: 4.1k

Oneshot

☆☆☆

You release a moan at how the water touches your body and how the bubbles of heat tickle your breasts. You hum your beautiful melodies, your melodious voice calling out to all the little night lights that luminate your night bath. Your body glows and causes the pool you're in and anything you touch to glow. You continue to rub your smooth and soft skin when you hear a rustle in the bushes behind you. No one and absolutely no one is allowed in your forest inclosed pool. Not even the servants. Anyone who dares to trespass your territory by your guarantee will be banished. There's only one person allowed, he's the main reason why you have this place enclosed. It's the only place where you to can meet freely. And so you already know that it's him

"You shouldn't be here" you say with a smile. Legally he shouldn't be here but personally you're glad he's here.

"I'm to be married tomorrow"

You can hear the cling of his belt and the his trousers hit the floor. By the sound alone you feel yourself clench. You don't have to be a genius to know how he's feeling. "And that's why im here..." his husky voice speaks.

"...to give you a goodbye" you hum at his words and see the ripples caused by the entrance of his body into the water. And in a second he's standing in front of you, muscles and tattoos on show for you. You've always loved his tattoos especially the effect you had on them.

"This is no goodbye, jeon" your hand touches his as your fingers trace the muscles of his chest. When your hand traces his tattoos, each little inked pattern begins to light up. You loved that and so did he, telling by the smile on his face as he watches his tattoos light up. "I love when you do that"

"I love to do it" your hands leave his now fully glowing tattoos and he takes the moment to take your hand in his. He places a kiss on your hand eyes still on yours.

"love your hands and the power they have" kiss. "the power they have on me" kiss. "on my mind" kiss, "and on my heart"

"And wont say where else..but you know"

He winks at you making you blush. His hands trace your hips feeling your curves. It took him sometime to get used to the power your body emits, but he's like a pro now, knowing how to hold and handle your body. Its like your power has become used to his touch and hold. You certainly have. You give into his touch immediately moving your neck to allow his lips to make a move. and they do. They're soft and gentle against your skin. If you could you'd pull him even closer into your body by his waist.

Your voice gives in to his contact. You whine at each touch. "its like you've got a spell on me, y/n" he says against your skin.

"you dare call my name, jeon" you say seriously but you're everything but serious.

He chuckles "should I shy away from calling my love's name?" he stops his kisses to look into your bright eyes.

"a goddess's name"

"my wife's name" you scoff at that. His fingers tickle your waist knowing your follow up statement. "kookie I can't be your wife" just by the way you his name electricity is sent to his crotch.

"you can be if you just get the tattoo" you know what he means he's been telling you ever since he knew his love for you that you should get the tattoo, but its not that easy. He already has your name tattooed on his. Right on his heart, magically, and on his left chest peck, physically. You knew all you had to do in order to be married to jungkook is if you got the tattoo, but its hard for you. You're timed to be married to someone else tomorrow and your family would never allow a god like you to be married to a mortal like him,

That's what your father said when you brought the idea to him. He even threatened to banish the mortal who had caused you thoughts like that. And after that you pushed away all thoughts of introducing jungkook. You knew it was never fated for a mortal and a god to be intertwined, but you swear you and jungkook's names are written in gold side by side and hearts tied by the red strings of fate. you believe its true and so does he.

"you know its not that easy" you say and sigh. Jungkook knows how hard this is for you, its also hard for him. The thought of being banished is scary but the thought of having you taken away from him is terrifying. he never wants that to happen and he's not gonna let it, whether because of the man you're to marry or because of your father.

"if you just get my name tattooed, you won't be able to marry him" he tries to convince you. "jungkook" you whine and each time you call his name it physically pulls at his heart where you engraved your name.

"baby" he whines back and his whimpery tone causes your core to throb. "if you dont want to I underst-" he says completely honest.

"no, I want to. I want to so badly" your face falls after your statement.

"im just scared..for you" he knew you were. But you didn't need to, and even though he can't compete with the gods, he'd rather be banished than live a life where he can't be with you. And he always wants to show you that. You give in to the touch of his palm on your cheek as you hum feeling his warmth. He stares warmly into your eyes as they stare back, if he wasn't already used to it, he'd go blind from the stars that shine in your eyes. Literally.

"remember when I first met you?" he asks and you nod.

"you were so stupid, how could you cross the garden? You could've been killed" you slap his chest playfully. Your slaps no longer feel like thunder claps now that he's used to them.

"I could've but I didn't, and I never will" he shows you his cheeky grin.

"don't be so cocky"

"speaking of-" he says his eyes dropping to his crotch, your eyes follow his vision and you chuckle.

"fine I'll do it"

"do what? My cock?" you slap his arm.

"no... The tattoo. I'll do it" he looks at you to see if you're serious and you are, you genuinely want to.

"What? afraid you might have to live life without my cock?" you want to slap his arm but he catches it at your wrist and grins at you. You cheekily smirk back.

"Maybe" you shrug "but mostly afraid of living without you"

"Aaa. You're so cute my goddess" he squints his eyes and grabs his chest feigning to be in pain. You're cute little laughter brings him back.

"why don't we change the mood. It's our last day together"

"its not, you need to stop joking about that"

"I'm sorry" he pecks your lips. "let me apologize" he says his lips now by your ears and his hands hooking behind your thighs.

He lifts you and soon enough your core meets his.

"Fuck, you feel so good " he curses

"don't curse around me jeon" you can barely say by the way he's rolling into you.

...

You sit drenched in gold and jews on a throne that costs more than the lives of the people sitting below you tripled. You never liked sitting in elevated positions and degrading the commers with the way you're towering over them. But your father always said you should do so to remind them of your power and glory. you were never one to feel validation from power and glory, it never impacted you in that manner. Its hard staring into the eyes of the happy crowd knowing the event that is going to occur but what makes it worse is staring into the eyes of your lover while your 'husband' is sat next to you in his own throne. And unlike you he definitely likes the power and glory.

Jungkook is sat straight in line with your vision and he doesn't move his eyes away from you, not even once. You on the other hand keeped on shying away from his burning gaze and when you do he whipsers your name and says how beautiful you look and how your husband-to-be is ugly. he knows when he whipsers your name you can't ignore him and you hear all he says, it's like a prayer. It reminds you of the first time you taught him how to reach you directly.

"Just whisper it gently and passionatly" you say legs swing froma tree as he pays close attention to you. "I don't like it when people yell or say it aggressively." he notes down your likes and dislikes. Mentally and physically.

"you dont have to carry a physical note book to note down, jeon" you say to the man next to you.

"I want to remember everything, so that even if old age catches me and I cant remember anything I can always look back and remember" he turns his face from his book to face you with his warm and cute doe eyes. You love his eyes and unlike him you're not able to hold contact with them, its like their power overpowers yours. He's eyes have and unspeakable power that have captured you since the first day.

"You wont forget, kookie" a nickname he gave you gave to call him. "and I'll never let old age catch you" he chuckles at that as he feels your hand on his cheek. In an event where you to ended up together forever, because of his humanly fate, he'd grow old and die. While you live forever with your everlasting immaculate beauty. it was a sad fact for him but he accepted it. Atleast he gets to live his entire life with you. Even though you Suggested making him immortal, he declined. He never wanted to be with you so that he could be immortal, some moratls would call him foolish for saying no but they don't understand, they don't understand what he feels. He's not here to use you he just to be with you for however long he can.

"Let me make you immortal" you say so passionately hoping he says yes this time. "take it as my gift to you for bringing such joy into my life"

There you go speaking gibberish again, he thinks "i don't need a gift for making you happy, you're a gift for me already" he says and his eyes do sorcery on you, enchanting you not to argue with what he's said.

"I love you and I want to spend this little humanly life I have with you, not arguing about me becoming immortal" you can't argue with him. And all you can do is place a passionate kiss onto his lips which he happily accepts.

Somewhere in jungkook he knew the reason why he didn't want to become immortal, was the fear of living forever with her father's wrath for taking his daughter.

"And now we are gonna have the gift ceremony" the voice of the officient draws you out of your wonders. The gift ceremony is where offerings are given to the couple and even though you're gods and their gifts are meaningless, in value of course but you still appreciate the fact that people give them to you even though you know they do it to get blessings. It's an important part of the process and even though you don't like it you have to do it.

You watch people in the queue present their offerings. Some to you and some to the man next to you, you bless them as they do so. You scoff at how the man next to you feeds off the offerings of the people, that's one of the reasons you love jungkook. He's a selfless man, he doesn't feed off the power and glory. You remember the time he saved a litte bird and set it back in it's nest after you fixed its broken wing. Even though he never had any magical powers he did his best to help others.

"you don't need magical powers to be a good person" he once said to you. And you always smile at the memory.

Speaking of smiling, you watch jungkook smile in the queue as he aproaches quickly. You keep your eyes on him as you wonder what gift he could possibly give you.

Soon enough its his turn and you watch as he bows for you, something you never wanted him to do, but he always insisted. He lays down his gift.

"I hope you like my gift and can bless me adequately" he says as though he didn't just fuck you blind yesterday. His head is bowed to you and his knees on the the golden floor. When you catch his gift you gasp.

Oh jeon what have you done, do you not care for your life. You say in your mind. And like he can hear your thoughts he whipsers your name and speaks. "you are my life"

The ashes of a golden phoenix, given to a goddess on her wedding day by her husband. A symbol for the new golden life that will rise from the ashes. It's a gift only given by gods cause no human and afford the golden ashes of a golden phoenix. This gift is only given once and shows the enternal union between the giver and the receiver, if the receiver accepts.

"what type of gift is this?" the man seated next to you exclaims angrily. "how dare you give my wife a gift I'm meant to give her? How can you afford the ashes of a golden phoenix" at this point people start to stare and whisper at the scene.

"He must be a thief" he accuses. You watch jungkook's body which is still bowed to you. You cant believe he actually risked his life like this. Stupid mortal. Jungkook chuckles like he isn't being yelled at by a god and at risk of death.

"You dare laugh?" he dares to strike but you stop him.

"Leave him" everyone stares at you with surpise.

"Why should I leave someone who dares to discredit my honour and glory"

Fuck your honour and glory, you dont deserve it. Jungkook is the one who deserves to be seated in that seat, you want to say but you can't instead you keep it in your heart.

"I say leave him cause he's just a foolish and stupid mortal who doesn't know what he's doing" you say and jungkook's head lifts to finally meet your eyes. There is truth in your statement but its not as harsh as you say it, and jungkook knows he can see it in your eyes that avoid his. He knows what he's doing.

"And its not like im going to accept it anyways, he probably stole it from the poor phoenix. I don't accept stolen gifts" you finally meet his eyes and he can hear lies you're telling.

The man seems to have relaxed by your reassurance. "Fine I wont punish him because of my wife's mercy"

You and jungkook gag at that internally. "But wont you bless me?" jungkook asks you confidently.

"The nerves, you dare ask her to bless you after the scene you have just caused you." he spits at jungkook. "its her duty t-"

"Fine ill bless you" you say stopping jungkook from ruining his chance at life. "What would you like me to bless you for" jungkook smiles at the opportunity you've given him

"I ask that fate may always be on me and my lover's side" your heart pulls at his request. What is jungkook doing, he could've taken this chance to free himself from you and the danger you carry for them. He could've gone in to find maiden who he would spend the rest of his life with and have children with, even if it hurts you its better for him. But he's so stubborm. He's a very attractive man no maiden would say no to him. So why doesn't he just go that route.

I don't want to go into road where you won't be.

"it is done" you say, and it surely is done.

You don't know how to feel, a part of you wishes jungkook could have just gone away to a better life, but then another part of you knows a better life is when you're with him.

Jungkook knows the consequences, the risk, the challenge. he knows it all and he still wants to be with you as he said nothing is going to stop him not even you and your attenpt to push him away by not accepting the gift. He didn't do all this for nothing, he's not going to let his efforts go into water. And lucky for him fate is on his side even though you don't want to accept it, worrying about what will happen.

"What do you mean his name won't write" your father asks the officiant his voice thunderous at the revelation. Everyone is in a panic and in a shock, your mother, your father and your never-gonna-be husband. Even the people are whispering and gossiping theories. But you arent surprised. Jungkook is not surprised. You knew this would happen you expected it.and your heartbeat grew strong as the moment drew closer amd Jungkook's smile grew wider. People were gonna know who you were fated with.

"His name cannot be written for fate has written another's name" the white bearded officiant speaks. Fate is never wrong and there are no take backs with fate. What fate decides is what's gonna be and even if you try to run from it fate will bring you back to what's destined for you, even if it takes a million more tries.

"Who's name?" your father asks angry from this embarrassment.

"It's a mortal" you can hear a thousand plus gasps in the hall "his name is jun-" it's like he's taking his time saying it on purpose, when he gives you a look you immediately turn to the crowd scared eyes meetng jungkook. You know what's gonna happen when they find out the name of the mortal and so before he says his name. You immediately scream.

"JUNGKOOK GO!" Your voice thunders in the hall. And he does. He goes, to where? he doesn't know but he knows you'll know and you'll find him.

Just as the crowd opens up so jungkook can run out your father screams for thunder. But jungkook is protected not by you, but by yor mother's power and the part of you that's in him.

You turn to your mother who rushes to grab you from the chaos. She takes you to the open room, where all official meeting are held.

"is he -" she knows what your worry is.

"He's gonna be perfectly fine" she comforts you. And you begin to weep and you're glad you have your mother's arms to fall into. She understands and knows your pain, she to was once in love with a mortal, unlucky for her fate was not on her side but love was, it wasn't enough and he died.

"where is it?" your father walks in yelling "where is the tattoo that bound you to that mortal" you shiver under your mother's hold as your father grabs your arm to pull you from your mother. Which he does. "I will srcap it myself" he says to you coldly and you don't expect more from him. "if I have to I will cut the limb its on... NOW WHERE IS IT?" he says starting to tear the sillk covering your body. You cant do much apart from scream and try and stop him.

"you cant disobey fate!" Your mother exclaims and he drops your hand now approaching your mother who doesn't coward from him.

"i don't care about fate, I am a god and I'm more powerful than fate" he exclaims. "my word is fate"

"And after I scrap that tattoo off her, she'll be married to Min-ho" you sob even more your cries causing a storm outside. And whereever jungkook is , he knows by the way the thunder roars and the lighting strikes he can tell what you feel. Anger, fear and sadness. He wishes badly to be with you but your mother warned him he should go away for a while. And she promised to help him when the time is right.

"Where is it ?" he asks and you try to collect your thoughts.

Before he can ask you again you speak "my heart..." you speak finally saying where it is.

"You let a mortal engrave on your heart?" he's pissed and you can tell but you aren’t afraid of him. All you're thinking about is jungkook. Is he okay?, is he safe, is he even alive? "a mortal?" he asks again. He knows a mortal does not contain enough power (or any at all) to engrave on a god's heart.

"He's not a mortal" both you and your father turn to your mother who speaks. "He's not a mortal" she repeats.

"What do you mean?" he asks and you too pay attention to her as you wonder what she means. "you made that idiot immortal" his anger is now moving to your mother, but she doesn't fear him.

"No I didn't, she did" your mother nods to you and you widen your eyes prepared to defend yourself.

"I never made him immortal" you defend when your father's eyes burn holes in you.

"Actually you did" your mother says and you wonder if your mother is on your side. But she is on your side. "gods don't engrave their names on mortals hearts and then nothinghappens after" she continues.

"whoever told you to engrave your name on his heart might not have told you, but by doing that you made him immortal."

And then you remember who you went to for help.

Hoseok, the cast out god himself; your uncle.

"You're so rebellious huh? Wanna be like me" he asks you mockingly when you explained everything to him.

"If I do end up like you atleast I'll have somewhere to go" you say and he chuckles at that. He's always told you that if you ever became rebellious you'd have a home with him and that still stands.

So hoseok helped you, he got jungkook's name engraved in his. He's the god of marriage and prosperity after all.

He's the one who told you to engrave on jungkook's heart, in any other situation he'd be worried for jungkook that he might die but the fact that jungkook and you we're fated (he doesn't know how and he still wonders) he knew instead of killing jungkook it'd make him immortal.

Unlike in his sister's case she had begged hoseok for the same thing that you are begging for, but only she was not fated to the mortal. And even if he told her what would have happened she still begged and he did it. And expectedly the mortal died.

Your mother still feels guilt and curses her hope and how hopeful she was that maybe he would've survived.

You wonder if jungkook knows he's immortal and if he did know why didn't he tell you. Now you understand why jungkook's presence and gaze caused much pressure, no mortal could've had such an effect on you. And why he became immune to you gaze and touch.

Your heart relaxes knowing that your father can't kill jungkook, but that doesn't stop him from being cast out like hoseok.

Wherever jungkook is he grunts and groans at the feeling that pulls at his heart. He lays down as his tattoos flicker on-off like a bulb.

"Hurts to be away from your love right?" Hoseok asks giving him something to drink.

Jungkook nods. He knows who hoseok is, so it's not weird being in his presence but he doesn't know how he got here. But hoseok remembers he's sister's instructions.

"Watch for him and when you see him take him with you" she says the day of the wedding knowing what would unfold. After hoseok told her what was going in with you, she knew what was going to unfold and she needed a plan. "He needs your help. Train him to embrace and use his power"

Hoseok's home was simple, warm and comforting, but he misses your presence.

"Well you're going to have to deal with it a little longer cause you won't be able to see her anytime soon"

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darlingdaisyfarm · 2 months ago

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Okay, so I do have my own hc about this but if you've had thoughts about this I def wanna know (plus I don't know if you've posted this before). It ties in with milking discussion so it's mainly about Ford, but I welcome Stan too! How would Ford react to being pegged and edged by y/n?

honey?? welcome to my mind because.... you won't believe but i DID write pegging these old men before. but guess what? i never posted it here, i totally forgot!!! i only uploaded it to ao3, AGHHH FUCKK. so waitttt i’m gonna post it here too, my bad. i genuinely blacked out and forgot i wrote it lmao

nsfw!

but about edging, GODDAMN, i love edging. and you know Ford, being the freaky pervert he is, would absolutely be into it too. like, let’s be real, this man didn't exactly have the most active sex life before you, so once you two start sleeping together, he’s not just having sex but running experiments and exploring his preferences, fetishes and kinks....i mean, the man’s a scientist through and through, so of course he’d be open to trying every kink on the periodic table, edging included :)

and ugh, the more you do it, the more he craves it. i can totally see him getting hooked on the feeling. you’ll catch him shifting awkwardly in his chair after long makeout sessions, already half-hard just thinking about the last time you left him dripping, trembling and untouched. i also fully believe he’d get hooked on the “reward“ aspect too. like when you stroke his hair or kiss his temple after you deny him release. because such nurturing praise makes his brain melt worse than the physical part

sometimes you’ll use toys on him too (cock ring.... ?? vibrator...? god), and Ford is so grateful for every second you don’t let him finish too fast. omg... literally right now, while im writing this, my brain just played out a scene where you’re edging him by jerking him off fast and suddenly stopping at the tip, telling him “you don’t cum unless i say, baby” while your other hand is shoved in his mouth, letting him suck on your fingers (because one night, drunk off his ass, he admitted to you that he loves it). AND AND... and that that quiet, hoarse “please” is music to ur ears especially with ur fingers in his needy mouth. he can't speak clearly.

if you make it a rule for a whole day, like no touching himself, no cumming, not until you decide, he’ll follow it religiously because Ford's self-control is terrifying.... he's trying so hard to be a good boy to you :(

and i think Ford is into mutual masturbation. but adding edging here when you let yourself finish, multiple times, making a mess all over yourself, but every time he gets close you stop him. and he has to just watch. and he’s so into it that by the end his cock is swollen and twitching, and he’s too out of it to even form words :(

if you blindfold him??? it multiplies the effect x1000. being unable to see his sweetheart, when you’ll stop or start again drives him half insane. his head tips back against the pillow, mouth open and you're saying “not yet, sweetheart” and that alone could make him spill without permission, which, of course, you don’t let slide

and yeah, at one point this man would straight-up start sobbing, real tears slipping down his face, but he’s so deep in it he doesn’t even want you to stop. my sweet desperate brilliant pervert. + if you combine both, pegging and edging you might just fry his poor genius brain

and once you finally let him finish (or don’t :) depending on your mood), he gets so soft, fuzzy. drunk look in his brown eyes. the high from being so worked up turns him into the most affectionate, lazy, pliant version of himself<3

anyways feel free to share with me ur own headcanons plss, im always glad to hear ur thoughts about this needy old man!! <3

and..i know you didn’t ask bout this but i can’t shut up. i think he’d love ruined orgasms too??, sorry i’m getting carried away. imagine the first time you let him tip over the edge only to cut it short halfway through. he'll whimper so loud... his body convulses but there’s no real release. and once the frustration settles, he realises he liked it. the tension still coiled in his gut. the fact that you can take his pleasure away just like that... yeah, he’s down BAD

#ugh hes such a freak #I WANT to eat this man #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #gravity falls x you #ford pines x reader #gravity falls smut #stanford pines x you #stanford pines x reader #ford pines #stanford pines #answered asks

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The HK comic was very sweet and wholesome and I loved every second of reading it! :3

Also does Dewi give hornet back her thread? Im pretty sure she needs that for silksong when that eventually releases lol

Also to go off on an unrelated tangent/rant, people have been supposedly like up in arms about how "Silksong will never release!" and how "Its taking FORVEVER to come out!" But like.... First of all, its and indie studio. Secondly It was only announced in 2019, which, yeah, was 5 years ago, but with the way people were describing it I thought it was announced like way earlier. And hollow knight was released in 2017, but the way people talk about it makes me think its like a classic from early 2000's or something. Sure, its a good game, but why are people so stuck on the Silksong thing? Like at least you're pretty sure you're probably gonna get a full game when it releases. With other communities/fandoms you'd be lucky to get even an announcement. Like Deltarune for example. Not even Toby Fox was sure he was gonna be able to do it in the first place lol. And if you think 5 years is bad of a wait, imagine waiting for a new LITERALLY ANYTHING WHATSOEVER from Bethesda that isnt the 100th re-re-release gold ultra plus edition of fucking Skyrim again but now on the fucking smart watch or whatever. I'm 90% sure that most of Bethesda's existance as a company has been spent making something for Skyrim instead of working on anything new or original.

Sorry for the random rant btw

Anyways love your art, have a nice day, kay bye imma go die of awkwardness in the corner :)

First off thank you very very much. I am so glad to hear how much you like the Hollow Knight comic. And to answer your question, Hornet allowed Dewi to keep that thread. She gave it to him as a peace offering for helping the bugs get back home and to lead Dewi through the maze like cave. Don't worry, she has PLENTY of thread back in Hallownest.

And regarding the impatience of Silksong. I get it. I am the very lucky few to get into the game NOW. I haven't had to wait as long as the many other people waiting for Silksong to release, and in that regard I am quite spoiled. Yeah, Deltarune won't fully release in at least another 5 years, but I wouldn't want to say I'm morally better for my "patience". Waiting for a game or any kind of media SUCKS. The fandom keeps it alive, but even those can grow stagnant. As long as you aren't harassing the creators or fans of the project, you can be as angry or frustrated or sad as you want. I think it's normal and can help others feel less alone in their feelings as well.

Not to say your points of contention above aren't relevant!!! Patience and kindness are always important to keep in mind with artistic projects. Art is HARD and can be very taxing. I hope I'm not dampening your message. ❤️ Thanks for sharing

#ask stuff #hollow knight #deltarune

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baxteravenue · 2 years ago

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JUST A FAN... RIGHT?

summary: during quarantine you find yourself finding comfort in an up and coming rapper from louisville who is pretty active with his fans, a couple later you end up messaging his fan number never expecting anything from it...

a/n: sorry if this sucks, this was one of those pieces i wrote mostly for me and what i wish would happen when i message that damn number lol, anyways hope you enjoy!!

Jack Harlow had always been one of your favorite artists since the early start of quarantine when you had seen a tik tok of a baby-faced rapper promoting a song that you had not been able to get out of your head.

At first it was just his music, you loved it and literally couldn’t get enough that you would spend your quarantine listening to it and soon it followed with you diving head first into his interviews and ‘Funny Jack Harlow Moments’... you were infatuated with and it bled into Twitter.

You used your personal twitter, never fully committing to the whole stan persona because you were still kinda iffy about all that.

In late 2020 and early 2021 Jack was still so active with everything and all the indirects he would get, he was especially active with the tweets that would come from you. You quickly became one of his favorite accounts.

You were super surprised one random day when he followed you, sending you a DM with your tweet linked to it.

YOURTWITTERNAME— dua lipa is stuck in my heaaaaaaad

JackHarlow: My song or u just gotta crush on her ?

YOURTWITTERNAME: DUA LIPA IM TRYNA DO MORE WITH HER THAN DO A FEATURE

JackHarlow: You comin to any shows? |

YOURTWITTERNAME: maybe

JackHarlow: Daaaaaaaaamn Y/N don’t treat me like a second choice

YOURTWITTERNAME: next time to do something problematic so it’s easier to get tickets

JackHarlow: Mmmmm

YOURTWITTERNAME: not too much now sassy pants

It was the first and last time that the two of you had exchanged more than a few words or emojis from when he would reply to you on the timeline but it was also the last time that the two of you would talk before he went on tour and stopped getting so active on twitter in general.

You also slowly but surely stopped talking about Jack on Twitter since going back to school in person and just finding a social life, leaving your parasocial relationship with him in the past.

That was until a week ago when he had randomly dropped another album, and decided to promote it by releasing a number that he would be able to communicate with his fans with. It made you smile, this album was for him and the people who truly got him.

You couldn’t help it, even though you hadn’t thought about Jack in a while it still didn’t stop you from listening to his album and eventually messaging the number.

Y/N: i love the album, i know I don’t know you like that but it feels so you… proud of youuuuu

You never expected a response especially since you were so sure that his inbox was probably flooding with messages from other fans but on the other side of the U.S. Jack’s eyes had caught your name, his head flashing back to yours and his relationship from once before. His number one.

Jack: I’m so glad you love it Y/N , your opinion always gonna mean so much to me

Y/N: questions so about meeeee

Jack: Funny girl huh? You the one who stopped texting and tweeting making me think I fell off

Y/N: WAIT.. not you really texting lmao i thought this was AI

Jack: {SELFIE} Hi

Y/N: still sexy i see

Jack: Staaaaawpppp dont make me blush

Texting Jack felt so weird this time, because it felt normal… like there was no gap between the two of you. Like the two of you had known eachother forever and had always been friends.

When you texted he would respond and sometimes he would even text you first. Things even started getting insanely personal and close when he had requested you on Instagram, something that completely took you by surprise since you had never even given him your name like that.

Y/N: did u just request me?

Jack: Was that weird?

Y/N: I’m confused…

Jack: Nothing confusing just press confirm

Y/N: ok smart ass u know what i mean

When you had finally accepted him he was quick to text you.

Jack: I’m lurking

Y/N: are you now?

Jack: You’re really fuckin pretty how come I never knew that?

Y/N: i don’t know about all that

Jack: Why is ur face not plastered everywhere

Jack: It should be everywhere

Jack: Gorgeous

You could feel your heartbeat increase and as much as you wanted to allow yourself to feel something you couldn’t because you didn’t know him enough to take it seriously. He could very well be saying this to all his fans. Because that’s what you were… a fan.

You were in a random Barnes and Noble when an unknown number started calling you, you gave your phone a confused look before declining it going back to looking at the shelves.

Unknown: Answer the phoneeee

Y/N: do i know u weird ass?

Unknown: Damn ur mean

Unknown: Answer the phoneeeeee

Your eyes widened as a live picture of Jack Harlow sent after the last text and then the phone began ringing again.

Was Jack Harlow calling you? There was just no fucking way.

“Did I win a giveaway or something?” You spoke softly into the phone and you almost dropped your coffee as a familiar voice spoke back.

“That’s how you sound? This shit is crazy…” Jack sighed.

You giggled, “I’m confused?”

“You sound just how I pictured.”

“Why are you calling me, Mr. Harlow?”

“I want to meet you Y/N…” Jack spoke lowly, “I’m gonna keep it a buck and shit if you wanna sell this story to TMZ let me know but I don’t really do this and you know people want a lot from me but I feel like you don’t and shit I may just be talking but… Why you laughing?”

You smiled, “Because you’re you and yet you're stumbling all over your words.”

“What would the world think?” You could almost hear his smile.

“Jack…”

“Y/N…”

You bit your lip confused, “Why do you want to meet me?”

It was quiet for a second before Jack spoke. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

He let out a chuckle, “I believe that I have a crush on you, Y/N.”

“And what are you gonna do about that?”

And that was how you ended up in Las Vegas after being flown out by Jack Harlow…

You had told him once that you lived in Los Angeles, you didn’t expect him to remember but he did.

Should you have been scared? A man you never met flying you to him to meet for the first time? Sure, but you weren’t because this was Jack, someone who you had been having regular conversations with daily for the past few months. The same guy who admitted to having a crush on you.

But then again this was Jack, a guy you really didn’t know if you were actually being serious. This could have been all a part of a really weird Hollywood cult initiation thing.

Jesus, everything that was coming out of your mouth sounded insane.

To say you were second guessing everything and anything was an understatement, and you were just about ready to hop on the next flight back to Los Angeles— Until you saw him, all covered up in a New Balance set as if it was doing a lot to hide his tall figure.

You smiled at him, instantly grabbing his attention making him do a light jog to you.

His smile was even prettier in person and if you took the time you could count all the freckles on his face.

“Hi.” Jack smiled at you, before pulling a bouquet of…

“Are those Hyacinths?” Those were your favorite flowers, you don’t think you ever even told him that yet there they were in a bouquet in his hand.

Jack shrugged, smiling even bigger. “Like I said I was lurking and may or may not have found through a tweet about animal crossing, which by the way I would love to visit you on your island.”

He was perfect, insanely perfect.

You grabbed them, pulling the bouquet closer to your chest. “They're gorgeous, thank you so much.”

“This is gonna sound really middle school but can I hug you?”

You laughed, before wrapping your arms around him feeling his wrap around you too. You could hear his heart beating.

You looked up at him seeing that he was already looking down at you, “It’s nice to meet you Jack.”

“Right back at you, pretty girl.”

You felt like you were floating as Jack threw his arm over your shoulder, leading you through the busy airport to where his car was waiting.

“Finally, they were just about damn ready to arrest me for parking here.” A familiar face appeared as you walked up to the car.

“Not your fault of course,” The guy winked at you, “I’m Urban.”

Jack quickly brought you closer to him, laughing. “She doesn’t care Urb, now get in the back.”

You smiled, “He doesn’t speak for me. Nice to meet you Urban, I’m Y/N.”

“I hope you chill him out, fame has gotten to his head.”

“I’m sure.” You gave Jack a look before hopping in the passenger seat.

Jack sighed as he got into the car, “I’m not sure I like what’s going on here.”

The drive back to the hotel was full of laughter and getting to know Urban as he talked all the way back. You thought he was funny and could see yourself getting along with him.

Your eyes widened as you rode the elevator up, having to tap the card and put a special code to ride up to a private floor that Jack was staying at.

“I’m not being promiscuous by the way, this penthouse has four rooms so you get your own, but if you want like your own room-room that’s cool too and I can make the call I just want you to be comfortable.”

“It’s fine,” You smiled up at Jack. “It’s perfect.”

“Like you.” Jack winked.

“And that’s my cue.” Urban groaned, “Let me know when yall are done being all cute and shit.”

“Gonna be a while, I don’t think she can.”

“Goodbye!” You could hear the elevator close leaving just you and Jack in the suite.

“I’ll show you your room, so I can put down your heavy ass bag.”

“I told you, you didn’t have to carry it.” You said as you tried grabbing the bag from him, making him pull it up out of your reach.

“Nah, nah.” He shook his head, leading you to your room, the bag still being held up high, “I just did arm day so this is something light.”

You looked at how toned his arms looked as he set down your bag on the dresser in the room he had for you.

You sat down on the bed, “Comfy.”

“Better be, shit cost a ton.” He sat down next to me, “Still not used to all this.”

“Are you excited?” You asked him, “For tomorrow? I was lurking on Twitter and I saw that a lot of your fans are coming.”

“Yeah, I love em’.” Jack smiled, “Want to put on a good show for them especially for canceling so last minute last time. I even had my manager plan a little secret missionary party for them to get to know each other tonight.”

“You’re so sweet, are you gonna make an appearance?”

He shook his head, “Got something else planned for tonight.”

“Like?”

Jack shrugged, “I don’t know, like taking a pretty girl out on a date.”

You nodded, “Hope she has a fun night… I might go visit that Jack Harlow fan party because you know I’m a fan.”

“You’re more than that to me, Y/N.” Jack shook his head, “I hope you know that.”

You wanted to believe it, you really did. But seeing as Jack had chosen a weekend where Vegas would be littered with his fans making it easy to move you into the fan category if he wanted to in case people started asking questions.

You nodded, “Okay.”

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up from an accidental sleep, you blinked as the once bright room was covered in darkness. How long have you been asleep? How did you even fall asleep?

The date, shit.

You quickly got up, heading to the restroom that was connected to your room brushing your teeth and splashing your face with water to wake you up some more.

“She’s asleep… She got in early… No, it's only been like an hour and a half… Thanks, I'll let you know how it goes… I’m not talking to her… Enough, bye.”

You could hear him talking from the other side of the door. You waited for him to finish his conversation not wanting to interrupt anything.

Slowly, you opened the door walking out in the living room area. His back was faced to you but it didn’t take long for him to turn around, giving you a smile.

“Have a nice nap, pretty girl?”

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” You asked, a little upset that you had wasted precious time with Jack.

He stood up, walking over to you. “It’s okay you weren't even asleep for a long time. Plus that was my bad for booking you such an early flight. I would have done the same.” Jack took your hand leading you around the couch, “Hungry?”

You gave him a deep stare, “Starved.”

Being around Jack felt surreal, almost like you were in a daze.

Eating breakfast, giggling like high schoolers, and just overall getting to know one another was unlike anything you had experienced previously. You were excited about it all— Until reality came to view.

Right when the two of you were about to head out to the dinner that Jack had planned for the two of you he had gotten a call that he had to take in the other room, leaving you with your thoughts about everything that was going on and how everything would end up when you eventually would have to leave.

You frowned as Jack came back in with an annoyed look, “I’m gonna make this up to you pretty girl. I promise.”

“What happened?”

“Club called, wanted me to do an appearance tonight supposedly it was on the contract which is bullshit.” He sighed, “I gotta be there for at least two hours.”

“Two hours?”

“Look when I come back we can—”

You felt like someone had slapped you in the face, “You want me to stay here?”

Jack felt like an asshole. “Pretty girl, it’s just… At these clubs it’s a lot and people take pictures and I don’t want them to ruin this.”

Right. Of course he wouldn’t want pictures of the two of you together. Gosh, you hope your sadness and disappointment show on your face but when Jack looked at you again you could tell it did. He was looking at you as if you were a kicked puppy— like the girls used to in middle school when you wanted to hang out and they didn’t have the guts to tell you no but they weren't exactly gonna tell you yes either.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense I guess. Um…” You didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, you couldn't exactly argue the two of you were nothing. “I’m tired anyways so yeah… Have fun Jack.”

Jack shook his head, “You’re not tired and you know what fuck it. I’m my own person and if I wanna bring a girl out to something I can.”

Okay, now you were confused which was easily filled in by Jack.

“My management has this thing with image, they portray me exactly how they want me to be and if a heartthrob rapper is who they want me to be I can’t exactly say no… or I couldn’t before.” Jack sighed, “Look Y/N… talking to you these past few months on the phone, in text, and everything in between that's the realest I’ve ever felt with someone in a really long time.”

“Jack…”

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head, “I see the way you’re holding back with me and I don’t want you to. I flew you out to Miami because I needed to meet you, to see you, and I want to continue to see you because I really like you.”

“I’m nobody though, Jack. I’m just your fan.”

“And I’m obsessed that you're my fan but you're much more than that to me.” Jack smiled, “You’re Y/N, a girl who’s obsessed with Taylor Swift, and corrects people when they call Grogu ‘Baby Yoda’, you're someone who loves a cute drink even when they taste horrible, you're the only person I know that can spend hours at Barnes and Noble… You’re much more than my fan Y/N.”

You had spent so much time thinking all of this was one sided like you were the only one learning things about him but it just wasn’t true because he was listening. He was listening to it all, even the smallest details about you that you had only brought up for a second.

“That was the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smiled.

“Not the paid for airplane ticket and expensive ass suite.” Jack smiled back at you cheekily.

You shook your head, moving closer. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Jack leaned down, “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

And just like that, all the doubt and negative thoughts had washed away when his lips met yours because now you knew that it was all real. Every single feeling that you felt, every feeling that he felt… It was real.

The two of you pulled away breathless.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since you stepped off that plane, and I don’t think I’m ever waiting again.” Jack brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “My pretty girl.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #las vegas

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electricdissonance · 9 months ago

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50 Follower Electric Dissonance Q&A!

thanks to all who sent in asks!! grab some popcorn and i hope you enjoy!! :]

I'm not sure! There are definitely a handful of major plot points I have planned for you all to work through that will take many months to get through (especially given my work schedule oof). After which, I'd consider the AU technically concluded. I'd love to go beyond just the main stuff, but I don't really have plans for something like an after story yet ^^;

I think the existence of after story fully depends on the kind of relationships with characters and new plot/conflict potential YOU all build using your characters!

idk im a huge fucking furry LMAO

really though, in the earliest Sonny concepts I visualized him in the digital world as this horrifying mess of vengeful teeth and claws. It was the most appealing way to manifest the monstrosity of his character, and at first I tried to create some vague beast-shaped creature and when it ended up looking like a bear, I just rolled with it!!

(he's also a big hairy dudeso like there's that too HAHSDJ)

As for your second question.........

The year is 1997, a year derived from the game's lore which states that Sonny passes away months prior to KinitoPET's scheduled release by the end of 1999. I just subtracted two years since this is an AU that takes place early in KinitoPET's development :>

I'm glad you've been enjoying it!!! <3

IT'S VERY FUN!!! Growing up I loved reading and participating in ask blogs; I never thought in a million years I'd be behind one :) one of the most rewarding aspects has got to be watching you all interact and play with the story and characters <3

I do wish I could move this chunk of my life to an earlier time though because having next to 0 time or energy to consistently update sux :')

Certainly! :3

Kinito - He's still pretty hurt by what Firecracker had said... He's too nice/timid to treat them harshly or anything like that, but he's certainly going to be fairly guarded unless they come forward and apologize.

Sam - It's pretty hard to get under his skin; he's a pretty empathetic guy, so he understands why Firecracker is the way they are (the whole situation sounds insane). So, he has no particular favor or ill will towards them.

Sonny -

im a huge fucking furry

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aquaquadrant · 2 years ago

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literally just zoomed through yalls htp au and i havent seen anyone talk about it but i find it SO interesting how Bravo, who is supposed to be the GOOD overworlder, is rather prideful and honestly just a dick while Tango, supposedly his EVIL counterpart, is just the sweetest guy. i cant imagine how Tango is derived from the worst parts of Bravo, if im understanding hels correctly. Tango is such a good person, while Bravo is rude to everyone with the worst attitude. it was just something i picked up so quickly. if the universe put him in hels in the first place, there must be a reason why the universe swapped his place with his overworld counterpart.

on another note! with the release of secret life, and what we've seen so far, how do you think htp!tango would fare in this new killing game? i cant help but imagine that with the entire gimmick being keeping secrets that he would be rather stressed, knowing he had hidden stuff from his friends already-- lying doesnt make him feel like a good person (but he isnt supposed to be that, some small part of him is whispering, knowing hes from hels, is all of the "bad" parts of bravo)

anyways! this is all i will be able to think of for the rest of the week /vpos and i hope you (and everyone who may be reading this at any given time) have a great rest of spooky month!

well THANK YOU this was a lovely message to receive, and i’m glad you’re enjoying the au ^^

i’ve talked a little bit about this here and there, but i’ll never pass up the chance to ramble more. there are a few key things about bravo and tango that make them different from the average overworld-hels pair.

ANALYSIS/RAMBLE BELOW

first off, most of what we’ve seen of tango has been set during double life, which is ten years after he escaped hels, so he’s had ten years of growth. we see very little of him before this, and in those scenes he’s got the benefit of being largely alone. the only player he interacts with is xisuma, who tango immediately realizes he needs to ‘trick.’ so his interaction with x in part one isn’t how tango would’ve interacted with virtually any other player in hels at that time.

we see from the flashback in part five that younger pre-hels tek tango was borderline feral- he chose to attack atlas on sight instead of trying to hide, or leave before he was seen, or even see why atlas was there. now, atlas wins him over fairly quickly because tango is young and naive and secretly craving positive interaction, but even in that brief interaction tango is a bit more prideful than his older self. that, of course, got beaten out of him at hels tek.

bravo, on the other hand, we follow closely during his ten years in hels. when he first arrives in part two, he’s a little snide and privately judgemental, sure, but he starts out perfectly decent towards timmy. he tries to maintain that civility and ‘niceness’ as he interacts with more and more hels players, but gradually loses his willpower as he gets beaten down and frustrated, even losing his temper. and after he fully snaps and gets his first kills, he all but abandons the notion of being ‘nice’, though privately he still thinks of himself as inherently better than hels players (atlas’s manipulation certainly doesn’t help matters, either).

but perhaps the biggest point is to look at what traits tango actually got from bravo, and that would be his rage. bravo is most similar to tango when he’s angry; his first little temper tantrum in part two is where it’s best illustrated, because all instances after that have been influenced by his time in hels. but you’ll notice that we have yet to see tango truly angry in the HTP series (he did revert back to an almost feral mindset when the ranch got attacked, but that was an instinctive defense mechanism. there was no conscious thought behind those decisions, and they were purely fueled by fear, not anger). that will be where his ‘hels’ really shines through.

there’s one other bravo trait amplified in tango that i haven’t revealed yet. it’s something that tango has figured out how to sort of ‘mask’ via other more acceptable coping mechanisms- if you can call it that- and actually forms a fairly significant part of his personality. stay tuned :3

as for secret life, it’d be a complicated situation for sure. on one hand, their goals are less outright malicious- just complete the tasks and try to survive (at least for now). in a way, it almost takes away accountability for their actions if they turn out to be harmful- “i had to, it was my secret task!” so that’s nice to fall back on. but still, tango would be very on edge. not only with the discomfort of having to lie to his friends, but never knowing if they’re lying to him, too. boi’s got them trust issues fr.

#hels to pay au #HTP ask #mmmmm I LOVE CHARACTER ANALYSIS #thank u for the opportunity to ramble

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the-crimson-crawler · 6 months ago

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The Smell of Fear

Chapter 1 Six Months

The sound of wet drips hitting the concrete. The warm fluid flowing over his chest and hands. The foul taste flooded Peter's mouth The fading smell of fear. The visage of his-

“HEY SPIDER-MAN!” a portly New York cop wearing a puffy windbreaker beckoned for Peter Parker's attention. His jacket sleeves made a silky noise as he waved his arms at the webslinger Spider-Man had been crouched on top of a street light staring at traffic for the past 40 minutes. He’d completely ignored several passersby up until this point, acknowledging the officer was just a force of habit. “Where’ve ya been!” The officer beckoned again, “Some freak monster was terrorizing the city for a whole month! SHIELD took care of it but we could’ve really used your help!” the officer pocketed his hands and looked up at the crimson crawler. Parker's crimson eyes stared back at the cop devoid of any expression. “I'm sorry.” Their voice was stiff and cold, barely loud enough for the officer to hear, but luckily he’d caught the response. “It's no worry Spider-Man! I don't think it even hurt anyone, but it was scary!” the portly officer had entered bad small talk territory but he didn't know if he’d ever get to speak to Spider-Man again so he just kept looking up to him waiting for a response instead of moving on with his morning routine. Parker nodded his head “I'm glad no one was hurt, sir.” “Well,” the cop removed his hands from their pockets and gently patted his hips and looked side to side across the intersection, “see you Spider-Man! Have a nice day okay!” The cop entered the shop behind the street light and left the Crimson Crawler to himself.

Peter slowly rose from his gargoyle position, his legs were quivering as he fully stood up. He was terribly shaken from the officers' mention of his absence and the incident with the monster SHIELD had taken care of. Craning his neck up to the nearest highrise they considered whether or not they should leave their perch. The officer would come out of the shop eventually and he’d hate to have to talk to him again after the dry conversation they’d just had. Decision made, he raised his hand and a thick cable of silk ejected from their wrist that smacked into the highrise. Spider-Man held it tight and tugged it taut before stepping off the street light and swinging into West Queens.

It's late fall in New York city, winter is right around the corner and it feels like everyone is preparing for Christmas just a little bit early this year. Crime has been at an all time low, there hasn't been some cataclysmic world event in just over six months, and the city is celebrating the election of its newest mayor, Jefferson Davis, who won a landslide election following the exposure of his opponent, millionaire Daniel Rand. Nothing bad has happened in ages and being Spider-Man should be easier than ever, but there is something negging at Peter Parker. A dark cloud hangs heavy over the crimson crawler that he thinks no one has noticed. Peter slowly opened a glass door into the office of J. Jonah Jameson. He wore an old flannel jacket that had a grey hoodie underneath it. A small stack of papers and a usb stick were tucked under his arm. He strengthened his poor posture leading into greeting the editor of the Daily Bugle but right as he opened his mouth to speak he was interrupted. “Parker! There you are! Who knew we gave bereavement pay to interns!” Jonah released a quick hearty chuckle and planted both his fists into his sides. “You're back early, how are you handling things son?” Jameson never seemed to let his high attitude down at the office, so asking Peter how he felt caught him off guard. “Im,- i'm not handling it well sir, but i’ve gotta get a grip on things and have to move on” he quickly glanced around. Maybe that was a little too forward, showing vulnerability like that. I should've just said I was fine and ready to work. “I've got… bills and stuff to take care of” “I can respect that.” Jonah briefly paused. “I Know it's hard now son, but trust me, things will get better” Jonah gathered a few pieces of paper into his hands and smacked them on his desk to level them into a neat stack. “I've got a few gigs I need photographed today, you've got the first pick from these.” “Actually sir, i've brought you some pictures of Spider-Man” Peter approached the took a couple steps forward then removed the items from under his arm, handing them over to the editor. “Spider-Man is back?” He practically shouted,” So after having SHIELD do all the work with that howling demon the slacker finally decides to show his face once again!” The sentence was vocalizing the hook to the next slander piece that would appear online about Spider-Man. “Give em here Parker, and get me those pictures from that bookstore opening on 50th and Park. That's the one you’ll wanna take.”

After Peter handed the items over, Jonah flicked his hand towards the door before turning towards his window and looking over the photos Peter had taken. Peter took the bus to that new bookstore he had to take pictures of, he’d been “borrowing” a camera as part of his internship for the better part of 2 years. Peter had gotten into his internship at such a young age due to his connection to the journalist prodigy Mary Jane Watson, whom he had met as a freshman in high-school. MJ was first published in the Daily Bugle at the age of 14 with a small article about local economic fluctuations within NYC’s burrows. The Bugles' more dedicated readers were vocally surprised with her insights compared to her age and it got her several interviews which culminated in a scholarship to Visions Academy. Her good friend Peter took pictures for her articles and subsequently found himself taking photos for the Daily Bugle shortly after. But since Peter had dropped out of school to focus more on being spider-man the only thing keeping the two connected was Mary's deduction to keeping in touch with Peter. When he’d arrived at the bookstore he was very surprised to see Mary waiting for him at the bus stop outside of the bookstore. “Hi Peterrrr!” Marry hung on the last syllable of his name. Peter sighed and tried to smile,”Hi MJayy. I'm gonna guess you're writing a piece on the bookstore?” “I am! And I'm going to guess that you're taking pictures here too?” MJ teased. “Yeah, JJ told me I'd really like this job.” he smirks and lifts his camera up. Through the viewfinder he sees Mary Jane Watson. She had luxurious ruby red hair that contrasted excellently with her pale skin and freckled face. Her outfit consisted of a green blazer over a maroon blouse and high waist slacks with light brown leather boots . She was the same age as Peter, around 18, and almost the same height as him at six foot. She looked stunning. Behind her was a comically large crowd out front of the new bookstore, a stylish logo adorned the outer wall in a deep red cursive text that read Strange Literature. The crowd was more for the owner of the store over the concept of a local cafe bookstore fusion. Peter steadied his hand and took the picture.

MJ chuckled as she handed Peter his press badge. Once he’d put it on Mary took his hand and walked them across the road. Parker instinctively wanted to yank away his hand. She’s too happy to see me. Does she know what happened? Has she heard from someone else? I didn't know Doctor Strange opened a bookstore. Why would a superhero need to open a bookstore in Manhattan let alone The Sorcerer Supreme. Money Laundering? Too much feels surreal right now. This has to be a setup. An intervention. Peter furrowed his eyebrows and focused more on his thoughts. Well…Mary wouldn't be this cheerful if it was though. Maybe it's a coincidence. I should just be happy to see her. Before they've made it across the street he’s accepted the gesture. They brushed through the swarm of people outside and made their way to a fenced off patio which had a file line leading out the door. As they approached the entrance Mary held out her badge to a doorman and Peter did the same. They continued into the shop and were greeted by a voice familiar to Spider-Man. “Ms. Watson, welcome,” greeted the deep and modulated voice of Stephen Strange. He wore his iconic red cloak over a deep blue casual suit. With a pleasant smile he continued, “it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” MJ approached him and put out her hand. “The pleasure is mine Doctor Stra– – -” She stutters and is cut off as all saturation fades away alongside the halting echoes of the idle sounds surrounding Peter and Stephen, who still remain fully intact full of color and sound. The world around them became dull and somewhat fractured. Peter's heightened senses seemed to take a long deep breath over the lack of activity of anything in the air. He looked over to MJ, whose hand was still outstretched to shake her interviewees hand. Intervention, I knew it.

The Magicians scarred hands glowed with the light of magic projected rings. “Come take a seat with me Parker” Strange gestured over to a small cafe built into the corner of the dual-story bookstore. In the seating area sat two cups of steaming coffee on a small circular oak table. Strange pulled out the chairs for both of them with a wave of his hand and they took their seats. Strange opens “I heard about your uncle Peter.” he rested his hands beside the steaming cup “I know it must be hard but we need to talk about it.” Peter's face flushes red and he fights back tears. after stuttering he blurts out,”I-I- I don’t know what happened!” Stranges' eyebrows lowered and came together slightly, “I know Peter, but we gotta try and piece together what happened.” Peter looked longingly at Stephen as if begging to know why they must talk about this now “SHIELD has yet to locate that parasite and now their attention has returned to you, they’ve questioned me on how I felt about your competence, but I haven't seen you since the invasion six months ago. None of us have,” he sighs “I want to keep you off that raft peter. And I need you to communicate with me to do that.” Pete chuckles “I didn't know you had a doctorate in psychology” letting a smile escape and a joke out felt good but it quickly faded as the gravity of the situation reemerged. “I wish it wasn't me stephen.” he took a pause. "I've been thinking about it.” Stephen slightly tilted his head “what wasn't?” he asked, knowing the answer.

Peter adjusted his posture and contemplated how he wanted to continue. The answer felt sacrilegious but he knew just how to say it “Spider-Man.” Strange sighed heavily “I don't think anyone else could be Spider-Man, Peter. You have an excellent sense of justice. Your passion and drive to continue doing the right thing rivals even some of the Avengers. So much can be said about your quick thinking and decision making. The self sacrifice you commit every day is insane. You are so noble and selfless, I don’t know how anyone else could've been a better Spider-man.” A small silence was shared between them. The only discernible sensations were the smell of the untouched cups of coffee and their heat. “It was this ~sludge~ from a wreck.” Spider-Man broke the silence “I watched it slink over to me, it steadily approached and I didn't move. I felt attuned to it. Mesmerized, like it called to me.” Peter spoke slowly and carefully, his eyes looked detached from his mind staring deeply into the swirling coffee.

“Your sense?” Strange asked. Peter's eyes slowly tracked back up to meet Stephens. “Yeah. sort of.”he said calmly “in a way i’d never felt before. It felt like longing, like a part of me I didn't know was missing. Like kin. I was completely ensnared. Not by charm but by this guttural desire to bond with it.” “And it claimed you?” Stephen cut in , he hoped that was the case as opposed to willingly adopting it. “no. I put my hand onto the ground and let it onto my hand. It slowly slinked up my forearm and it sank into me.” He finally reached for his cup of coffee. “It was a part of me and I didn’t even mind. Like an immediate bond.” Stephen tried to hide his shock at the nonchalance of Peter's confession. But it was hardly stifled. Spider-man clocked it and made an expression closely akin to puppy dog eyes. “I regret it.” He took a large sip. Stephen mimicked the action after Peter finishes his. An obvious move to get Spider-Man to continue speaking. “What does your relationship to magic feel like Doctor Sorcerer Supreme? I felt like Spider-Supreme with this thing" Stephen sat up and adjusted his composure knowing he could answer this question well. “It feels like discipline. Like taming waves. I surf the ebbs and flows of the magical realms that exist alongside our reality. Although other sorcerers seek out to use the magic as a crutch to their own greed like I once did when I first sought out the school of sorcery. But succumbing to that greed led many great sorcerers to their demise.” Peter lets out another chuckle “like crack” Stephen returns the smile, “like crack yes.” still smiling, Peter continues. “I wasn't taming any waves, Stephen. It felt like I was a hurricane. A beast from beyond, given more means to meet my ends. More justice. I felt tuned perfectly. It felt good and I liked it. But-” he paused and his small smile dropped. He returned to staring at the moving fluid in his mug “then I hurt someone. I don't even remember who it was or why but they-they didn't deserve it” his eyebrows furrow, “and then I struggle to remember. I no longer am the hurricane, I become lost to it…” he tears up “and I-I-I don't know what happ-" Stephen leaned over the table and rested his left hand on Spider-Mans’ shoulder. “I understand Peter, I'm very sorry” Stephen got up from his chair and stepped close to Peter, who almost threw his chair aside to get up and embrace Stephen in a hug. He sobbed quietly into the cloak of levitation. “- – – ange, i'm excited to interview you today for the Daily Bugle!” Mary Jane shook Doctor Stranges hand, he nodded at her as she let go. “And this is my photographer Peter Parker!” She gestures to where Peter once stood but is bewildered by his absence, “Did you see Peter he was just here?” “I believe I just saw Mr. Parker take our picture and head outside to get some exterior photos of the store.” Strange politely states. “Oh. That's weird.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you read this far, thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

I plan on making the second chapter in a day or two so expect something again by next week the latest <3

#spider man #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spider man fanfiction #crimson crawler #literature

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roseworth · 2 years ago

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hey <3 heres what i think of every scene that rosenberg has written with rose

disclaimer: most of this is me being very nitpicky. rose was a side character for all of these appearances so obv i understand that its not gonna be perfect characterization. but i rly like talking about rose characterization so this is just me pulling apart her appearances for fun <3

ok lets go

overall

i LOVE the jason & rose dynamic. im not much of a jayrose fan but since its happening im glad that its like this. i love that its so much "rose is excessively horny and jason is giving her nothing" bc its so in character for both of them. shes fucking with him and he does not know how to reciprocate. they r so sillies

HOWEVER. rose would not just hang around him like shes doing. as much as i like that dynamic i feel like he also has to at least sometimes show that hes. you know. interested in having her around. shes just kinda tagging along and i wish there was a reason why she would put up with him never giving her anything, especially since she has a tendency to leave at the first sign of not being wanted

on a completely different note, im a little disappointed that shes wearing her old costume instead of the new one she has in btbatb/kt ravager. i appreciate that shes still drawn like an adult but i rly like her new costume so im sad that she doesnt have it

man who stopped laughing #9

STRONG start. beats up a bunch of cops, then right after she appears she does her stupid flirting thing then immediately says that she doesnt want to associate with the batfamily. queen.

not to mention right before this is my fav failgirl moment where she goes through her whole plan to crash the car and break jason out of prison. then just goes up and knocks on the door

flips the car over then walks up and says "hey its the fire department. open up" and not a single person believes her. i love her

lesbian rose crumbs <3 i still choose to believe shes talking about cass here idc. shes so silly and this was a cute lil panel

so yeah. she was on one page of this issue but that one page was great and i love her

mwsl #10

shes so lame <3 i talked about this moment a lot when this issue first released but i love it. "somebody had all the fun without us" upon finding a body, then realizing someone else was there and just. starts shooting. she doesnt hit anything. she doesnt even know where the other person is.

my big problem here is that she does not carry a gun and pretty much never uses guns. honestly now that im thinking about it this is one of the only times shes ever used a gun on panel (the other times i can think of being: shooting wade off a cliff after her mom died, shooting starfire in n52 outlaws (but new 52 rose barely even counts as rose), and using deathstroke's gun when she was pretending to be him in deathstroke 2016)

shes not anti-gun or anything but it still bothers me just a little that suddenly she has a gun (hence why i fully believe she stole jasons gun <3)

if i want to nitpick, kate should not have been able to hit her. rose should've seen she was coming wayyy before (bc precog) and she wouldnt be knocked down from one hit. i fear we are headed down a path of her becoming jasons incompetent girlfriend but i wont be too dramatic about her getting hit one (1) time

but other than that i thought this was a fun moment of rose getting hit then jason immediately fighting the person that hit her. toxic girlbesties fr

then also her needing to be held back after she gets up so she doesnt start attacking the person thats helping them <3 i love her

mwsl #11

this is a nice issue for her just because in true rose tradition she LOVES to have homoerotic fights with every other female character she interacts with. the kate & rose dynamic was soooo fun i love it when shes mean to people for no reason <3

i did not like this part though. i feel like there are a lot of implications about rose here that are unfair to her character & her place in the dcu. i'll meet the book on its own terms and say that we're only talking about post-52 rose (blah blah everything's canon rn but this book is very clearly not using pre-52 rose lore) but even then? theres no real reason for her to be ducking superheroes or for superheroes to keep an eye on her. shes not a villain or even much of a killer, the fact that shes "staying off the radars" of good guys doesnt make much sense. and the fact that kate knows her and "studies" her (fellas is it gay to study another woman despite never meeting her) implies that rose is like. a threat. shes just kind of around there is no reason kate should know her like that

cute moment! but also it bothers me. i think its fun that she refused to go since its not her fight and she doesnt want to get into a joker mess. HOWEVER. when has she ever in her life passed up an opportunity to get involved in someone elses problem. to me she wouldnt have even delivered the list of addresses without a fight if she wasnt gonna go along

other than her using a gun again (where the hell did she even get that) i like this <3 her showing up and saving manhunter after she said she didnt care what happened is so her. also i just like the fact that she shot joker

gay gay homosexual gay

the rest of this issue is fun <3 just kate & rose fighting together then getting blown up together <3 this was a nice issue for her despite the problems i had with it

gotham war red hood #2

gotham war break!!!

okay first of all i LOVE that he took her along. there was no reason for rose to be here but jason was told to meet someone and said "ok ill go but my weird friend comes with me" its so funny

ive seen a lot of people complain about the "you're my only friend" line but i LOVE it. not necessarily because she doesnt have any friends but because she would not in a million years ADMIT that she has friends. she would rather be shot in the head than say that she actually likes the people that she hangs out with.

but to be fair.... she also doesnt have friends. "what about the lazarus island gang?" the only person she actually liked there and showed any friendship toward was damian, and they ARE friends but she considers him more of a little brother than a friend. "what about the teen titans??" a) she would NEVER admit that she is friends with any of them b) its technically.... not really canon that she was ever on the same team as them. like i said before, im meeting this book on its terms, and rose being a teen titan hasnt been mentioned since flashpoint :( i wont go on a whole tangent about her friends but given that she hasnt really made a friend in years and never talks to anyone else, i think its fair for her to say that she has no friends

so yeah all this to say: she has friends, but it is 100% in character for her to say that she has no friends. i stand by this line

i dont have much to say here i just think shes so cute <3 i also love the fact that jason jumped straight to "rose is robbing a dead person" instead of "rose is inspecting the body"

but im OBSESSED with the fact that she DOES rob him. i feel like we're not talking about this enough. she saw a dead body and took his money. im not even mad about it because its so fucking funny to me

im sorry jay/rose fans this makes me want to vomit. this feels too "earnest emotions" for both of them. the rest of this scene was fine but this panel specifically feels so :/

"i just need help" "always" and "please take care of yourself" and "meet at our spot" "promise?" "i promise" does not feel like them at all. its a very sweet and genuine moment but they would NOT have sweet and genuine moments! neither of them would ever express their feelings and they would not have this conversation

this does not feel like rose at all idk who this is. where is the rage!!!!!! where is the anger!!!!!!! why did she stand there for hours just. worried about him. why isnt she lashing out

comparing this to the scene in tt03 where she's worried about eddie:

she gets angry! shes worried about him and starts yelling at everyone around her because hes hurt and she doesnt know whats happening. i would have LOVED this energy in this book and its sooooo disappointing that she just. stands there like 🥺 when she doesnt know what happened to jason

mwsl #12

i rly liked this part fhdkjfhakjdfd i thought her pretending to be him just to get batman out of the way was so good and so real. shes helping out AND fucking with batman

very minor complaint here but this isnt even true . she DOES try to run into him in ds16 when slade kidnaps damian and rose gives bruce the ransom terms. also i feel like this line is vaguely implying that she HAS found him (/he found her) on accident before which is also not true given that their only interactions are in ds16 and being in the same general area in shadow war. and also reiterating that shes not a villain so batman has no reason to track her down or cause problems for her but. whatever. this is entirely just me jumping to conclusions about what this one throwaway line means and then getting mad about it

LOVE this. she inserted herself into the situation then complains about it. this isnt her business and shes making sure that jason knows it. but also she completely volunteered for most of this

BOOOOOOOO she would not fucking say that. "sorry about that whole chase" no she would not apologize. "please dont kick my ass" she would NOT say that!!!!! first of all given that this is after gotham war she would probably kick his ass just for what he did to jason. even besides that she would not be afraid of him even a little. comparing their convo in ds16 #5 to this is so sad bc </3 why is she afraid of him instead of being a huge bitch and yelling at him

this ending is really good for her though. she absolutely would dive into the water with joker gas, trash, and dead bodies just to save her friend <3

this is more like it!!!!!!!! shes worried for him and takes initiative to save him by jumping in the water despite it being a very dangerous decision and then insults him while she saves his life <3333 its a tiny bit more of her being mean to express worry which is nice <3 its not perfect but its closer

in conclusion: there are many good moments. there are many parts i like about it. but there are just so many things that dont feel like rose </3 most of the broad strokes are there but it just doesnt feel like her when shes not full of rage and going out of her way to piss people off

#yk i actually had some stuff i wanted to get done today. but instead i spent 2 hours putting this together #no regrets i have so much to say all the time #rose wilson #dc

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cameronwolfe · 27 days ago

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Slightly related to my last ask but rereading chapter 11 reignited my loris hatred r tenfold.

Bro sucks.

I want him to suffer. I have had dreams where he shows up at the bar to try and re recruit Vi and Cait just beats the shit out of him for being a dickhead.

In relation to the last chap, it's so sad to me that because of their refusal to simply sit and listen to their daughter will seemingly cost them the ability to see their daughter the happiest she's ever been because yelling your doubts about that (as much as they make some sense) never works and Caitlyn seems miserable everytime she's in Piltover. I'm glad she has a family who love her in Vander and Co, she deserves that so so much.

Her skirting around Vander is also hilarious. As much as I'd love to see what a sweet, heartfelt, and no doubt difficult conversation that is bound to be, I almost want to watch Caitlyn skirt around this forever. I dont think she should be scared tho, she's done so much for Vi, including helping give her the strength to get fully sober (as much as she seemingly wanted to for her family I don't think she would have gotten fully sober without Cait beleiving in her (and the medical care but that's not what I mean rn) and pushing her to believe that she can do that), and he's only going to thank her, and I think she needs to hear that thanks from someone else to stop shrugging it off so easily.

If we do see their talk, I hope he gives her a hug, and I kinda hope she cries because she's been doing that a lot, and whilst its sad to see her sad its good that she can find a release that way (Idk maybe im stuck on her saying she wishes she could cry about things to make her feel better in chapter 11) and Caitlyn deserves all the hugs and love and ability to cry safely!!

Her and Vi in this fic will always make me ache they're so sweet and cute even with their fights and all their individual traumas, with stillwater and kidnapping, there's always that underlying tenderness and there's never any doubt that they're so so so in love with eachother. It definitely makes me believe that, just like Caitlyn's done everything that she has the power and money to help Vi with, whilst there's no reason to now Vi would go to the end of the earth for her if anything happened. They are my babies, and I'm so happy they get to be happy and a family. Now all we need is the Kirammans to warm up and see the light to be one big stupid chaotic family as those family dinners would be hilarious, I would pay to see it (though it would be obligatory for one (or all) of Vi and Vander and Co to rip the Kirammans a new one for the way they interact with their daughter). And then they can all share the delight that is the Kiramman's pool, obviously. We love that pool, it should be shared with a big happy family!!!!

Mwah!!

I love how much you hate Loris because I also hate him lol. Friends don't let friends drink themselves to death and pitfight!!!

LOVE your thoughts on the Kirammans!! It's exactly that - they're going to miss so much and that's time that they can't get back with Caitlyn. They don't really know her at all as a person and with the way they're currently acting, that's not going to change

I think I'm going to have to add another chapter just to fit in the Caitlyn and Vander conversation in a way that does it justice!! and I don't think it's going to fit well into the chapter after next now... we will see. I love your thoughts on it!!

Hahahaha you aren't the only one who wants to see a combined family dinner!! I also think it would be hilarious. I think at this point that would probably have to be a follow-up to a follow-up because they've got a long way to go but I think I can make it happen

#Thank you!!! I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!!#fic asks

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airandyeah · 1 year ago

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Devout Christian (A Fyodor X F!Reader)

Contains sexual content, minors dni Warnings: piv sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), bible talk, marriage, talk of murder and torture, pregnancy, Fyodor is hopelessly in love. (let me know if i missed anything pls) (also, any Russian I use, I have already learned because im learning Russian, and not through the incorrectness of google translate)

Fyodor was a man of God. He went to church weekly, studied his bible daily, and y'know, tried to wipe the smudge known as sinful people from the planet. But not all people were sinful, right? Surely some people were innocent? Wrong. Even Fyodor wasn't free of sin, but he acted like he was. He had murdered people, tortured people, made people beg for their lives while he manipulated them with his beautifully strung up lies. However. He was also a victim of lust, overwhelming lust for his beautiful bride to be, Y/N. Yes, he knew he couldn't fully have her *yet*. Which is how the current situation came to be. Fyodor sitting in front of his monitors panting, head thrown back, while his little fiancé had her lips wrapped around his dick, his tip brushing the back of her throat while her eyes were glossy and tearful. Her eyes were filled with love nonetheless. Love for her soulmate, the man she could call her own. Fyodor. Fyodor never lasted long and found himself releasing his thick seed down her throat, groaning as the pleasure overtook him. After Y/N swallowed his seed and he came down from his high, Fyodor grabbed her by her armpits, lifting her up and into his lap where he held her close. Warm. They were both so, so, warm in each others arms. ~~~ A few months later Fyodor was dressed in a marvelous white suit with a red tie as he stood waiting for his darling Y/N to walk down the aisle. As she strode down the short isle of the old church she noticed the few guests in the front pew. Nikolai. Sigma. Y/N knew Nikolai was there as some kind of security so to speak, and Sigma was there as a friend to her. She turned her eyes to the old priest, his eyesight had gone many moons ago, so they had no need to worry about him giving descriptions to anyone who may ask around. And finally, her eyes met Fyodor's. His dark purple eyes filled with love as he looked back into her love filled E/C orbs. She knew the things he'd done, but she loved him. There was no manipulation in their relationship, it was always based around trust, love, and God. As wicked as it was. They said their vows, slipped the rings on each others fingers and just stared at each other. Staring like the other hung the moon and the stars. And finally with the last words of the priest, their lips met each others. It was not hungry or chaste, but deep, long, and passionate. After a few moments they broke the kiss and were brought back into the 'real world' as Nikolai was clapping and cheering loudly, Sigma quietly clapping next to him. Y/N smiled and giggled a little at the jesters enthusiasm, she was glad that she had people who supported her and Fyodor's relationship. Fyodor himself had a small smile on his face, as he held Y/N's hand, taking in her dress. A beautiful white dress, simple, not puffy nor skin tight. It made her look like an angel in his eyes. His angel. His wife. ~~~ When the couple got back to their home that night they were greeted by their adorable black cat, the cat never officially got a name. she was just... Cat. or кошка (Cat) , as Fyodor called her. "Любовь (Love) , why don't you go get changed and wait in the bedroom for me?" Fyodor asked. Y/N knew what he was insinuating and went to their shared bedroom. Finally. They were finally married. Fyodor came to the bedroom after a few minutes, he had given the cat food and put the clothes bags that held the suit and wedding dress away. He was in awe to see Y/N sitting on the edge of their bed, completely naked. She was messing with her fingers, it was obvious she was nervous. "My dear, please don't be nervous. I'll take care of you", Fyodor said as he walked up to Y/N and held her hands in his. She nodded at him, giving a small smile as he let go of her hands and stripped of his own clothing.

When he was done Y/N raked her fingers gently over his chest. "I love you, Mrs. Dostoevsky" Fyodor whispered out before claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. This kiss had some shared hunger unlike the kiss they shared at their wedding service. Fyodor gestured for Y/N to lay down, and when she did he got some pillows under her head and some to help support her neck. She was comfortable. "Thank you Fyo", she said, adjusting slightly to get the pillows to lay comfortably under her.

Fyodor gently climbed over her, continuing their kissing, the kisses were getting hungrier, pent up lust bubbling to the surface, almost boiling. Fyodor ran his hands gently all over Y/N's body. Her face Her neck Her chest Her belly And slowly moved to move her thighs apart, properly setting his legs between her spread legs. His kisses moved down her body the way his hands had, leaving markings and paying attention to her breasts, lightly nibbling her nipples. She let out breathy gasps as he worked his way kissing and nibbling over her skin. He made a point to move his right hand down between her legs drawing circles over her clit while she whines in pleasure at the stimulation.

His mouth went back to sucking on her nipples while he continued to play with her clit. After a few minutes he looked up at her and took his mouth off of her nipple. "I am going to finger you, I will start with one finger, and I will go up to there as you get used to it. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop.", he told her, voice barely above a whisper. She nodded in return.

Y/N whines as Fyodor slipped a finger into her tight walls, he kisses her nose and jaw and starts to pump his finger gently in and out. In and out. After about 10 minutes of this he had three fingers buried in her tight cunt, pumping them at a medium pace while she moaned and whined when he crooked them and hit her sweet spot.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, "Are you ready my love?", he asked as he looked deep into her eyes and kissed her collar bone. "I... I think so", Y/N responded, her eyes slightly glassy from getting lost in the earlier stimulation. Fyodor slowly moved down her body as he lifted up his upper body to watch as he aligned with her entrance.

He slowly pushed the tip of his length into her tight walls, he wasn't very girth, but he was longer than average. As he pushed the head in Y/N gripped his arms tightly, nails digging into his skin, not breaking it though. "Shshshhh love, it's okay. Breath", he told her as he stopped pushing in and kissed her a few times on her face, neck, chest, and stomach.

After a few minutes of getting used to the stretch of his tip, he continued pushing into her, she but her bottom lip between her teeth. It hurt. But it wasn't as bad since Fyodor gave her time to adjust every small bit he pushed in. He could see a small amount of blood as it slightly stained the white sheets beneath them, and he could see it on his length. Not that he minded a little blood. After a few reassuring kisses and I love you's, Fyodor began slow and shallow thrusts, they both gasped and groaned. Fyodor rambling about how good she was doing, how divine she felt, how she was an angel, *his* angel, and how good of a girl she is. Fyodor went back to circling her clit while he picked up his pace. Y/N whined out as he sped up, the pain melting away into incomparable, divine pleasure. She and Fyodor were finally together. Finally one. After a few minutes Fyodor's thrusts grew erratic, his hips snapping into Y/N's/ He was close, but she was too. Y/N lifted her legs and wrapped them around Fyodor's hips, both moaning at the new, deeper angle. "F-Fedya, I-I..." Y/N started, breaking into a moan before she could say more. "Me t-too, my love. Let's ~ngh~ cum together", Fyodor replied. A few moments later, both let out loud moans as they came together. Y/N's walls clamping tightly around Fyodor's length while he continued to fuck his seed into her. Fyodor collapsed onto her chest a few moments later, totally spent and exhausted. They laid there and held each other, not bothering to move as they basked in each others presence. ~~~ A few months later Y/N was looking through Fyodor's bible, a red book with a gold cross. Every page had notes scribbled into them, almost all of them in Russian as the bible was also in Russian. She read a few of the things he wrote as she picked up a little Russian from her husband, and there, written in black ink, was a few words on lust, and the long wait between engagement and marriage. She thought it was sweet as she held her stomach. The same stomach where their heir grew. ~The end~ (Feel free to make a request!)

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