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our-inspire-verse · 4 months ago
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Family portrait coming together so slowly and tediously im spending sooo long rendering this thangffgggg
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slttygeto · 2 years ago
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to love you is to grow old with you - GOJO. S
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synopsis: satoru learns to appreciate the little things in life thanks to you.
c.w: just tooth rotting fluff, wrote this w fem! reader on mind but there are no gendered terms, physical touch being gojo’s love language, slow mornings with pookie bear himself, he deserves all the love.
note: im on a ROLL.
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to age is such a blessing and a privilege in itself, and gojo only learns how much he loves it when he notices it on you. it’s not too obvious, he never points it out to you, but over the past couple of years of dating you, he’s noticed a few changes in you, all positive.
your smile lines have gotten deeper with him around, and when he stands in front of the bathroom mirror first thing in the morning to wash his face while you were still fast asleep, he notices how his own dimples have gotten more prominent. he glances at your skin care products and although he appreciates how much you take care of yourself, he is not looking forward for the day where you start buying “anti-aging” cremes or face masks.
he wants the full experience with you, and for the very first time, gojo wants to live for a long time and is certain that he wants to die with you next to him. he doesn’t fear death, he knows it’s inevitable, but something about dying in a boring manner has always irked him—until he met you.
now he doesn’t mind if he gets sick, because he knows you will be there to take care of him. he doesn’t mind when he gets fevers because he knows you’d immediately notice based on his reddened face and would quickly but surely treat his fever and ask him to lie down and be careful, as if the man wasn’t the strongest himself.
he finds himself so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice when you start waking up from sleep and your first instinct is to look for him.
“satoru?” you call out sleepily and satoru snaps out of his thoughts and walks towards your bedroom.
“oh look who’s awake.” he grins when he sees the sleep lines on your arm and face. his hand goes towards your hair as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed and strokes it before leaning in a planting a kiss to your forehead.
“did you sleep well?” he mumbles against your forehead before planting another kiss. “any dreams of me?” another kiss to your nose. “did i look handsome in them?” and another on your cheek before going down to your neck. “were you always my pretty girl in them?” he mumbles against your pulse and you giggle at the ticklish feeling.
“satoruuu,” you whine out loud. “I just woke up,” your hand rests on top of his head when he keeps peppering kisses all over your neck.
“and plus, what were you doing in the bathroom just staring at yourself?” your fingers scratch his scalp and the man immediately melts on top of you, making you lie back down on the mattress.
“i think i changed my mind about aging,” he replies and your other hand rests on the back of his neck before sliding upwards to feel his undercut and scratch the hair there as well.
“changed your mind how?” you feel the man wrap his arms around your middle and pull you tightly towards him. he pushes his face down and plants it on your chest, enjoying the way he gets to hear your heartbeat that seems to have a nice rhythm to it.
“i wanna grow old as long as i get to do it with you,” he mumbles again and his arms unwrap from your middle and you watch as his hands push up the shirt you were wearing to kiss your stomach. “i want us to get wrinkly and ugly together,”
“you can never be ugly,” you say as you roll your eyes at your man but he strongly disagrees and pinches your sides.
“my hairline is receding.”
“please stop taking what nobara tells you so seriously,” you chuckle at how serious he is and a hand rests on his cheek. “in my eyes, you can never be ugly.”
“even when I forget to put my socks in the laundry basket and accidentally use your shower gel?”
“you’re only ugly when you do that.”
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ppnuggiexxx · 5 months ago
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-> period headcannons || whb
• characters :: paimon ,, morax ,, amy ,, barbatos
• contains :: fingering ,, paimon's blood fetish obviously ,, clitoral stimulation ,, mentions of both heavy & light periods ,, nasty stuff bc its period blood and im on my period writing this ,, somewhat switch paimon ,, sub amy ,, morax ,, and barbatos ,, afab reader ,, fem reader ,, oral sex ,, face riding ,, vaginal penetration ,, foaming at the mouth restraining myself from adding ronove and glasyal ,, sorry for the excessive word usage of clit ,, noose mention & usage (barbatos) ,, horns for leveraging (barbatos)
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- paimon
| • the moment you complain about cramping paimon is all ears ,, after all when you first had your period in hell he was the most interested by it in gehenna
| • it was a bit selfish for him ,, but he couldnt contain his fantasies about period sex ,, how it wouldnt only fulfill his interests and kink but also help you with cramping
| • thus paimon is the first to offer to help ,, ready to assist in any way possible ! he doesnt mind all the blood that comes with ,, rather the opposite; hes quite excited and turned on
| • in the past ,, it was angel blood that he'd enjoy . killing angels wasnt anything new ,, but when their blood spattered onto him it just changed his whole motive
| • when his fingers first enter you ,, he doesn't know what to expect . if youre having a heavy period he'll definitely be surprised by how much comes out ,, though if its light he still enjoys what blood does show
| • paimon's quite traversed with the female body ,, not having to insert his fingers too far in to find your g-spot . massaging the area softly ,, he enjoys the moans pulled form you
| • with you on his lap ,, your back against his chest and legs spread he'll take advantage of the position
| • pressing kisses to your neck and whispering compliments to you ,, one hand occupied with fingering you and the other rubbing circles on your clit
| • if you dont feel up for fingering he'll gladly offer his mouth in replacement ,, taking his time as he eats you out
| • he doesnt mind how bloody his face becomes ,, pressing kisses to your thighs and painting both your bodies with blood
| • every time you get your period ,, hes over the moon and ecstatic about it ,, ready to help you if thats what you so wish . hes just a call away !
- amy
| • he's not too knowledgeable about periods ,, but he does freak out at first ,, thinking youre about to die on him and that was the last thing he needed
| • of course when you explain it all to him ,, he somewhat understands but is more concerned with the fact youre hurting because of it
| • he'll ask if theres anything he can do to take that pain away ,, and with the newfound knowledge of period sex ,, it ends up a little like this :
| • with amy on his back and arms wrapped around your waist ,, youre placed perfectly and ride his face ,, spewing degrading images into his head as he eats you out
| • he becomes more sloppy the more worked up he becomes ,, but after being given advice (he wont say from who) he does focus more on your clitoras after learning it stimulates you more and brings more pleasure
| • " i wonder how satan would think seeing you like this ?" you whispered ,, hand curling into his hair and the other hand on his horn ,, " knowing one of his trusted friend and subordinate is being used like nothing more than a sex toy ."
| • he gets riled up easily ,, and its so easy to put him in degrading situations such as this
| • only using him like hes nothing more ,, maybe sprinkling a little about how gehenna may view him in general should they know just how easily you use him
| • thats not to say you cant ride his dick either ,, keeping him down on his back so you can set the pace yourself ,, please yourself however fast or slow you wish
| • he'll whine and moan about you going slow ,, but youre the one in charge ultimately ,, and he'll follow any instructions given to him
| • rubbing his thumb lightly on your clit while you bounce on him ,, keeping his hands to himself if you ordered him to
| • amy is another person you could always go to if you ever need a little help during your period :) always offering a good time and allowing you to let any anger or frustration out
- morax
| • morax is already knowledgeable with this and knows that medicine isnt the only remedy for your pain
| • after work he will offer himself ,, wanting to take your pain away (alas he has no uterus to claim your cramps) ,, encouraging you to be rough if it helps with your pain and anger more
| • he'll give you a few small chocolates throughout the day (for cravings and as a natural aphrodisiac)
| • when youre both alone ,, whether it be in his room or yours (anywhere from prying eyes really) he'll be unclothed and ready for however you wish to go about it
| • whether its sitting on his face first or having him finger you he's willing to help anyway
| • thick fingers moving in and out of you ,, the other circling your clit as blood attaches to his skin ,, soft moans coming from you
| • his middle and pointer will curl into your g-spot ,, rubbing gently against your clit to pleasure you more
| • morax doesnt mind any mess that comes with this ,, only embracing it as its natural for your body
| • he'll slowly unwrap some of the bandages around his head ,, lowering his mouth to you and licking softly up your labia and towards your clit
| • hes one of the best to receive head from of all the devils ,, morax enjoys taking his time with you and ensuring nothing but pleasure and your safety above all
| • his bandages on his body will be more bloody but he doesnt care for it ,, he does change them often but at this moment he couldnt care for it at all
| • 10/10 cramp remover
- barbatos
| • oh no ! this will not do at all ! barbatos doesnt need his sunshine moping around the palace ,, in pain and miserable
| • he makes sure to take some private time away from work to help your needs ,, always happy to lend a hand to soothe your pain
| • the other devils would understand surely ! of course they would ! they all love you dearly and you being in pain is the last thing they want for you
| • and barbatos is just being a helpful and kind devil
today ,, offering to help take it all away from you <3
| • he has tea prepared ,, the softest blankets on his bed ,, he's even nude and ready to go for you too
| • barbatos wants you to be as comfortable for this as possible
| • he'll lick away any blood from you first ,, preparing you for whatever else you wish to do with him for the day
| • you can manhandle him however you wish ,, not minding a little bit of bruising here and there
| • maybe tugging on the noose around his neck to pull him closer to you ,, forcing his head to where you want him to focus on
| • or just pulling it to move him ontop of you ,, making him do the work for this time
| • using the noose as a warning ,, or to control the pace to your liking ,, or to just bring him in for a kiss
| • if the noose isnt to your liking you could always tighten it ,, or use your own hands around his neck ,, and even then his horns are at the perfect grabbing height
| • you could easily use them to bring his head down if the noose isnt working for you ,, or switch places with you on top and him on bottom
| • using his horns for leverage ,, to keep yourself atop of him ,, maybe one hand on his horn and the other around his neck or holding the noose
| • either way ,, barbatos is used to being in a rough position and is used to the pain (from leviathan’s choking and his rose ivy) so if anything all this just excites him more
| • though the aftercare will be insane <3 after all he wants the best for you ! he’ll wash you up ,, make you more tea and cuddle you to sleep
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bestlilithian · 11 months ago
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Home is the first grave.
[ Moon-Pluto, Pluto in 4th house culture ]
tw for various mentions of abuse and death as well as mental problems, sh and su!cide, also needles (dont ask)
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- may have experienced a lot of death in thr family or in the close neighborhood
- feel more connected to your dead relatives than your alive ones
- there mightve been a death in your family before you were born
- feeling peacful in graveyards
- may have fantasized about death/su!cide, might percieve death as something that brings peace (hence the fantasies, because really all you ever wanted was peace)
- wanting peace but knowing you cannot have it because of your nature; feeling like theres just something in your blood in your soul that is uncontrollable and overwhelming
- your household was always a house , never a home
- being raised by very old people, enjoying the presence of much older wiser people (like, literal elders not hot teachers 💀)
- enduring literal psychological warfare in your home (usual your mother waged war on you as soon as you were old enough to form a coherent critical thought)
- "I hate you, dont leave me" (might be the attitude of your mother towards you, or yours towards others you love)
- Your mother always knew when you were lying or hiding something. Especially if she had a scorpio moon or moon/pluto aspects herself. You grew up extremely fearful of her.
- moon pluto culture is hearing your mother talk lovingly about her own fucked up mother, she never accepted the severity of her own abuse, until of course she needs to use it in an argument against you "Im a great mother, my mother was so much worse"(basically Im good because I abuse you differently than I was abused 😍 same shit different package)
- not liking motherly women or women who try to be mother figures to you, feeling uncomofortable around them; youre uncomfortable with how much you crave motherly love and people who can provide you that become threats because of the power they could have over you if you opened up
- being betrayed by the women in your life, especially those who were much older and supposed to take care of you (teachers, tutors, family members, therapists, babysitters..)
- toxic female friends 😁🔫 bonus : really close but toxic female friendships in youth that feel like death when you end them even though you know it was necessary
- feeling pain so deeply you think you will drop dead or have a heart attack. (When I was little and depressed I wrote in a diary of mine "My body will kill me before I get to")
more on this : when you start crying because of immense emotional pain and suddenly your heart is burning and beating too fast and youre getting light headed and throwing up , and suddenly youre not crying because of the pain, youre crying because youre afraid youre about to have a heart attack and die
- fearing that your mother will k word herself or you if you try to leave her (harsh aspects mostly)
- learning what emotional violence is very early, how to wield it and defend against it
- turning your emotions off completely for a while and then having a nervous breakdown when it all rushes back
- reading up on psychology, psychiatry and works of psychotherapists so you can heal and never become your mother
- wanting to put a bullet in your head when you notice yourself thinking or behaving like your mother
- going home after you spent time somewhere where you felt good and safe is extremely dreadful
- your mother doesnt see you as a human being (harsh aspects especially), and may take you a while to figure this out
- extremely controlling behavior from your mother or other caretakers (for example my mother threatened to send people to stalk me when I moved to a diff city, to 'make sure Im not doing something bad')
- deeply grieving the loss of your childhood and your inner child
- almost choking while crying or passing out
- feeling like youre a horrible person and dont deserve your family [because youre in deep denial and are seeing the flaws of your family as your own and denying your own trauma]
- learning about sex early on, perhaps early sexual obsession but not like promiscuity more like craving for deep intimacy (also you were probably deeply ashamed of it)
- not telling your family (esp mother) anything because they will ruin it for you
- being accused of being a psychopath, uncaring, selfish for "not loving your family enough"
- not knowing how to feel about the members of your family that played a more passive role in your life because they didnt do anything wrong but they didnt do anything right either; surely they knew , why didnt they stop it? why didnt they save you? (Im talking about adults obviously)
- your parents mightve been much older when you were born, you might have siblings much older than you
- doing anything to avoid your intense emotions and then when you break down and feel everything you realize how freeing it is and how comfortable you actually are with the intensity
- gutteral reactions to songs you deeply relate to (I hear 10 seconds of 'Slipping through my fingers' and I am dead on the floor)
- being afraid of your mother or just of your family in general
- you could probably kill someone with your bare hands if you were angry and hurt enough
- scary as fuck when you actually show your anger
- if you cry in the midst of a fight (verbal or physical) ... someone tell that person to make peace w God . cause thats you crying because of what youre about to do, because thats you loosing the last crumb of humanity you had for them and that can only end one way.
- you would probably kill for your loved ones
- your friends feel like you would help them hide a body (and you probably would)
- recognizing people by footsteps and breathing patterns (especially family members)
- deep deep eyes, people can see war and death them, and they feel like you see their pain too (because you do)
- reading people easily
- enjoying? cruelty (to yourself or others), like getting impulses to do something that would cause you or someone else that ugly feeling of facing cruelty
- finding comfort in the cold and the dark
- insane nightmares since youth, growing to be used to them
- its very hard to shock you
- you know when someones lying
- you might dread certain types of pain yet feel pleasure from them (personally I hate having my blood taken for a test but then I end up immensely enjoying the feeling of a needle pricking my skin and going deep into my vein)
- feeling the need to "kill" some your habits; most likely to drop things cold turkey and be extremely strict in breaking bad habits
- might enjoy really dark, emotionally and morally complex media
- immediately recognizing other moon pluto people and trauma bonding
- extremely good pain endurance. not necessarily tolerance , but endurance. you feel the pain and do it anyway.
- might not react to physical pain at all from a young age
- fantasies about drowning or slipping away peacfully
- either loving deep waters or hating them
- randomly breaking down in the middle of the day because of some pain you buried 5 years ago
- might self harm a lot because of your complex relationship w pain, it genuinely helps sometimes
- home feels like literal prison
- seeing the value in suffering, you might reject the idea that suffering is bad and should be avoided and prevented at all costs
- you might become religious as you mature (but usually in your own way, not necessarily according to tradition)
- forced to eat or denied food in your home, this mightve fucked up your relationship with food
And lastly, I need you to engrave this in yourself :
Wrong love is not love.
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revelboo · 5 months ago
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Im not sure if these are updated based on request or based on your whimsy, but if it *is* request based, may I please beg for Ironhide? I love the old man >.<
If not, feel free to ignore and I will continue to patiently wait :) 👍
Love u so much for this blog; it gets me through the work day.
Honestly, it’s mostly based on people reminding me in the asks that I’ve neglected a character or story, because I’m not motivated enough to make a posting schedule I know I won’t stick to and those asks are sitting at over 300 at this point 😂 no matter how fast I go through them
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Hold Me Down Pt 4
Ironhide x Reader
• “Rules,” he growls, servos flexing as you scowl up at him from where he’d unceremoniously dumped you on his cluttered desk. “You’re going to behave. Primus help you if I catch your sticky little fingers on anything that’s not yours.” And you’re looking around, ignoring him. Smacking a hand on the desk to make you jump and glare, he grins. “Act like a sparkling and I’ll treat you like one, darling.”
• Eyes narrowing at the big, red jerk, you curl your lip at him. He’d made it abundantly clear that you’re not getting away. That you’re stuck with each other and that he hates it. Well, that’s fine. The hate is pretty much mutual. He’d tried to give you a heart attack after all. And, okay, maybe you’d been trying to steal him at the time, but how were you supposed to know he wasn’t a real van? If anything, this is his fault. And what is a sparkling? Sounds like an insult. One thing you have figured out? He can’t hurt you or you’re pretty sure he’d have chucked you out while driving and that makes you brave to cover up the fear. “Look, demon van,” you say ignoring his pointed ‘it’s Ironhide.’ “You kidnapped me, so I have every right to make you miserable. And I’m going to enjoy it.”
• You’re grinning at him, no longer putting him in mind of a sparkling. No, they’re at least innocent. You’re a vicious little scraplet, all teeth and evil. “Try me.” Because he’s not putting up with any sass or attitude and unfortunately, you seem to be nothing but. He almost liked you better screaming. Bending slightly to get on your level, he reaches out and taps you on the head with a servo. Grimacing as you slap at him, swearing. Maybe gentler next time, he decides as you rub your head to send your hair into disarray. “I’d behave a little better if I was your size.”
• “Well, I’d punt you across the room if I was your size,” you mutter, rubbing your head. He’d thumped you hard enough to hurt. “Jerk. Demon van. Asshole.” Those big servos flex into a fist and you shut up. Know he can’t hit you, but the threat? Cringing and hating yourself for it, you glare up at him, heart racing.
• That shut you up, but it twists unpleasantly through him, too. That fear in your eyes so raw. It’s the look of someone expecting a blow because it’s familiar, cringing but still defiant. Resigned. “Look,” he grumbles, sitting down and suddenly exhausted. “I’m not going to hurt you, but you can ease up on the back talk.” Lips pressing into a thin line, you just shrug. Right. Brat. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not cut out for taking care of sparklings.” And far too old for it besides.
• That word again. You’re beginning to suspect what it means and it’s not flattering. “You understand that I’m an adult, right?” When he just stares, you swallow a laugh. “I’m not a kid, pal. I’ve been on my own for years and I don’t need taking care of.” Or want it. Relying on other people, trusting them to look out for you, to have your back can only come back to bite you. The only one you can count on is you. You’ve learned that the hard way. Anything else just gets you hurt and you’re so sick of pain.
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You hold me down
You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
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soft-boi-eli · 1 month ago
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Jinshi x reader x maomao
Summary lady gyokuyuo decided that since you are further along and nearly visible it is time for you and maomao to leave back to jinshi's home.
Tw: concern about you health. Not proof read. Pregnancy.
Not even two months. You were there for less then two months and lady gyokuyuo has already sent you back to jinshi's house. Why? You clothes were barely cutting it to hide the growing bump. And you were nearly unable to hide the wadle in your walk.
Maomao had at first agreed that you should be sent back but when she learned that meant that she too was forced back she had other thoughts. However the will of her ladies in waiting and her were clear. Even if you stayed there was no chance you two would be leaving your room. At least at the house you guys could complain all you wanted and walk freely.
And the walk to the house was nearly too long now. Your ankles hurt. And you were grumpy. And when you got into the house you looked around for anyone, but there was only lady suiren. Sighing loudly you shead off the large coat and hung it up. Exposing the now tented fabric.
"Xioamao. (Y/n). Have you been eating correctly? You two both still look like skin and bones still." She pulled out two of the chairs. "Sit i'll bring food. Master jinshi will be home after dark. So please eat as much as you can." You relaxed more all stress and tension vanishing in the familiar and safe house. "Go and put your feet up. They're swollen." Maomao pushed you over to a couch, forcing pillows under your feet as fretted over the swelling. "Oh my your ankles are quite swollen." Suiren placed the food down at a table, she was quick to take one of them into her hands, gently moving her fingers over it. "You are to rest. No chores for you." You pouted slightly as she pushed another pillow uner your feet.
"I cant just sit here or be in bed the whole time lady suiren! Thats just cruel." She clicked her tongue at you. "Your body is telling you to rest. So you are to rest and eat. I want to see your plates clean when i get back." She had moved the food so that it could be enjoyed on the couch.
"You cant fight with her. And you know that (y/n) i cant even go out without master goashuan. So with your body dealing differently then normal i doubt you could even step foot outside without an entire army and at least 3 doctors." You hated maomao's logic. She was right. Lady suiren was right but you now felt trapped and wanting to go against what was set for you.
"I hate being told what to do!" You were angry but suirens food was like home to you easing the anger. A soothing balm. And after a full stomach sure enough you had felt so content, basking in the sun from the window, a full stomach, and a sense of peace surrounding you. You had fallen asleep, hands gently cradling your stomach.
Maomao watched, she had seen how exhausted you were and it didnt seem right how harshly your body was taking it. She had left for a moment, grabbing out a blanket from the room to bundle you in. The mixed scents of medicine and sandlewood. Suiren had came to collect the empty dishes. Leaving before she could say anything to her. She carefully covered your body, she wasnt going to let you sleep uncovered, especially when you were like this.
She had moved you from sitting up to laying on your side, face to face with her now quite visible bump. Letting you snuggle your face into it as she played gently with your hair.
She was glad that she had covered you, not even 30 minutes later jinshi had opened the door with goashuan in tow. Having finished what ever he was working on fast and rushing home to see you two.
And his heart couldnt help but to melt at the sight. "Im starting to worry about (y/n) master jinshi." Goashuan had started. But jinshi ignored the comment. Bounding up to you two like a puppy. "How are the loves of my life doing today?" Maomao flinched away slightly. Jinshi had instead touched your head gently smoothing some of the hair. "Theyre always sleeping." Jinshi mumured, his fingers trailing down your face, the soft content sigh you give as you gently nuzzled into his hand. "They’ve been exhausted."
Maomao had been careful to respond not know how much goashuan was told. "I guess taking care of two kids can do that. I was hoping to catch them before they fell asleep." He placed a gentle kiss to your cheek before getting up. Maomao hummed. "Let them sleep. They should get better with rest."
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juniperss · 10 months ago
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Little Sister Curtis Headcanons
these were inspired by this request and co-created with my pal @a-libra-writes!!
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Libra and I came up with the name “Sunshine” because 1) it’s adorable and 2) you can’t tell me that’s not a name that Mom and Papa Curtis wouldn’t have had written down on the baby name list. Her brothers usually call her by her first name, but Sunny also works just fine.
Only about a year gap between Sunny and Ponyboy which places her at around 13 if we’re going based off the book’s events (while ignoring certain plot elements that make me sad, thank you)
Sunny is a bit more like Darry after their parents die; she tries to keep the house clean and take over her mom’s responsibilities. Because if Darry is gonna earn the money, maybe she can help this way. Her brothers worry that she’s growing up too fast and try to get her to take it easy (pots meet kettle!!!). 
Darry tries to take her out to the movies when she gets stressed out even if he falls asleep 10 minutes in. She doesn’t really mind that he dozes off, she’s used to it. It's the thought that counts. 
Soda has her come to work with him sometimes and help out on the cars. “Learn something!” as if she doesn’t learn enough at school. Comes home dirtied and tired of Soda and Steve, complains a bit but she's smiling.
Tags along with Ponyboy to anywhere he wants. They usually go for walks and talk about school and the gang. 
If Johnny is the “pet brother” for the Gang, Sunny is the pet sister and has an interesting relationship with the rest of the boys.
Two Bit is viewed as a “decent” brother figure and he at least knows how to act around a younger sister. Probably the most likely out of the group (next to her actual brothers) to look after Sunny like his own kid sister. There’s no antics you can get up to that surprise him anymore than he’s already used to. 
Steve is a pest to her and gets in the way of spending time with Soda. They have a small rivalry but it’s less tense then Steve and Pony’s relationship for sure. Sunny doesn’t tag along nearly as much so it kinda evens things out. 
Dally and Sunny…..are what I’d describe as a Tom and Jerry dynamic but who's Tom and who's Jerry is always changing. Mutual chaos and the source of that chaos switches depending on the day. Dally is on Sunny’s shit list because he made a comment about her cooking once. Which, to be fair to Dallas, the potatoes in the soup WERE NOT cooked through so he was right, but she still holds a little grudge. It doesn’t matter if he was the only person to actually eat all of it. She scolds Dally for putting his feet on the coffee table, he calls her a brat, she aims the football for the back of his head, he pulls on her hair and purposefully calls her by the wrong name. Laughs like a fiend when she yells “Dallas Winston im gonna knock your head right off!". But she also knows that Dallas would be the first person to knock someone’s teeth out if she needed him to. 
Johnny is her pal and she enjoys his company the most of the Gang. He’s a good escape from the rowdy bunch and he doesn’t cause nearly as much damage in the house as the rest, he helps with the dishes and he laughs at her jokes. She likes him and he likes her and they’ve got each other’s backs.
The Brothers are worried about raising a sister. I mean they know fundamentally that she needs what they do and that for the last 13 years they’ve been doing a good job of looking out for her, but all 3 of them are concerned that they’re not enough for Sunshine. Not only did she lose her parents, she lost her Mom and she doesn’t have anyone who can fill that spot. Mrs. Matthews helps when she can and she’s a lifesaver to Darry when he has questions, but he can’t shake the feeling that Sunshine was robbed of better and stuck with them. 
Darry goes a bit easier on Sunshine than he does with Ponyboy. Part of that is because Sunshine and him are more alike than the other two siblings, so they understand each other better. The other part is that Darry thinks Sunshine is already taking on too much responsibility by trying to replace their mom. 
Darry taught her how to fight when she was like 9 and she’s gotten into good scraps with the Gang, but Darry and the rest are adamant that she stay out of fights because she’s too little. Sunshine is all too ready to toss out that she’s only a year younger than Ponyboy! To which the rest of the boys say, “He’s a kid, you’re a baby”. This in fact does not stop her from fighting when she needs to but she does try her best to stay out of trouble for Darry, especially after their parent’s deaths. 
She loved so much. Darry doesn’t say it nearly as much as he knows he should (and that applies to all his siblings) but he goes out of his way to make sure Sunshine has something special just for herself once in a while. Soda routinely suggests getting her a haircut when he notices her messing with it or hears her one off comment about not feeling pretty or looking nice. Ponyboy tries his best to help her out around the house or with her homework. She knows they love her and she loves them. 
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leovenuslatina · 2 years ago
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⋆。°✩All mine⋆。°✩
this reading is all about how you can better speed up your manifestations!!
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psa - tarot readings are not set in stone
take what resonates leave what doesn’t
you’re fully in control of YOUR own life
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* take a deep cleansing breathe
and pick a pile that calls to you *
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pile one: ace of pentacles and the world
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confirmation: financial gain,luck,recognition,rewards,positive results,wholeness
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pile one to bring your manifestations in quicker you need to stable your emotions !! learn how to relax and take ease in the fact that you. will. get. what. you. want. you need to persist in whatever it is you want ! do not take No for in answer!! you need to be certain as the sky is blue that you’ll get your manifestations!! you pile On my way! need yo know that you are whole ! you don’t need any methods you don’t need any out side sources to help you manifest instantly you are whole exactly as you are and you are a perfect manifester. pile one all you need to do is keep your faith and put all your beliefs in your desires.
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affirmations:
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*why do i always get what i want?
*how do i manifest so quickly?
*im always on the right path
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pile two: king of cups and temperance
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confirmation: helpful man,getting rich, making lots of money,honey,meditation,professional
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keep your thoughts in line pile two!! what you need to do to make your manifestations come in super fast is work on your mental diet!! stop 🛑 being mean to yourself stop ! getting down on yourself stop ! making yourself the victim! put yourself in your wish fulfilled and stay there !! you pile two need to control where your focus goes ! it’s okay to have intrusive thoughts because your thoughts do not make you ! you are stronger than any of your negative thoughts ! another way to bring in your manifestations faster is to show yourself love and compassion and appreciation! you deserve like two ! while you’re waiting for your 3d to catch up to you spend time spoiling yourself and enjoy life ! if you believe in god or prayer i’m seeing that will definitely help you so much with how quickly you bring in your desires.
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affirmations:
* i love myself fully
* i am living my dream life
* it’s easy to manifest
* it’s easy to keep my thoughts in check
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pile three: 7 of pentacles and 3 of swords
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confirmation: business,long term success,investing,new beginnings,learning lessons,healing, being stubborn
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there are plenty of things your can do to bring in your manifestations super fast one of them is: making room for your manifestations getting all that you can in order for whatever it is you want to bring in! pile 3 you can also think from you desires. what would you think or feel if you had what you wanted? keep that energy all the time!! you can plan out your desires pile 3 i think scripting would be extremely helpful for this pile !! it will be very beneficial to put you in the mindset of what it is you want. don’t give up on your desires you desire them for a reason!!
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affirmations:
* i am gifted
*i can achieve anything
*i am a magnet for my desires
*i choose myself always
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changbinsboobs · 6 months ago
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Can you do Han for the husband series please? Take your time, though :)
Finally coming to Han🙌🏻
Skz Husband Series: Han
A very rich reading
So the energy here is quite polar and im not gonna lie to you - he's another one who's just NOT ready for it and for the beginning will be ver difficult to deal with (nit as much as chan tho. On the other hand tho, once he's ready or once he has gotten used to his new life & identity, he has many positive traits which im also gonna explore.
So for the first part of unreadiness - i see him being very confrontational and constantly picking fights over literary EVERYTHING. His "setting" will be very defensive.
The cause of that is feeling of not being good enough or lacking worth. Doesn't have much to do with his partner rather than his own inner beliefs and wounds, and i think the closer ur to him or the more he likes you, the more those wounds get triggered.
So yeah just the fact of being in such a serious relationship will make him feel insecure and maybe unworthy of it so im seeing him feeling overall defensive and picking fights, self sabotaging etc.
Aside from that i see him needing LOTS of validation, admiration and attention. He will need to be the light of his partners light and at the slightest "neglect" he'll spiral.
Also thats very slight but im also seeing him needing that validation so much, he might overstep the line a bit when it comes to people outside the relationship too. Like performing a bit too much for others, being a tad bit too charming and enjoying it a tad bit too much. I think that might be something that could annoy his partner. But this is a rather minor thing, and a fairly weak energy. So take that accordingly.
There's also the thing where he would like to be the feminine energy and get princess treatment im hearing - and his partner will of course have to be ok with that. Idk if you've noticed but that readings kinda structured from the worst traits moving slowly to neutral ones and now slowly to the good and then best😅
Now moving onto the positive polarity, he's VERY VERY loyal!!!!! And very devoted too. Ugh it annoys me so much cuz the energy is SO STRONG, but i don't get inspiration or details on how to put that into words in a way where i can channel the energy im feeling onto here😭
He is someone that's ready to work on the relationship and grow together with his partner. Isn't one to easily give up and can turn his back quite fast on fights or mistakes etc. Like doesn't hold a grudge and all and if some bitterness still lingers, he talks about it straightforward.
Im seeing him being very direct, maybe even blunt, but if his partner is one that can take that then thats actually a pretty good quality being able to just say it as it is as long as it arises so problems don't fester over time.
Im seeing him also having a good, responsible head on his shoulders and being someone jis partner can lean and rely on. Like even if he's not good at something or his partners not good at something, he has a very accepting attitude, one of "we can learn together". Im hearing "us two against the world" or "us against the problem instead of us against one another". Which in a way is contradicting to the first part of the reading but as i said, the first part with the toxic traits is because of unresolved issues and him simply not being ready for that part of his life journey - when he is, i doubt he'll have problems like that and if he does, im seeing him working on it intensely and actually changing that pretty quickly so in the long run i would definitely put emphasize on the energy in the second part.
Overall im getting a very cozy feeling with this reading. I think he's the type of guy to be into soulmates and "i'll find you in my next life" typa stuff. Very devoted, has eyes only for his partner, not getting distracted by others at all, very reliable, very accepting and loving and yeah just...😂im getting "twinsies" vibes when thinking about his mindset on him and his futures spouse.
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ssreeder · 3 months ago
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out of genuine, intense curiosity: what does ur writing set up look like?
how many words do u write in a day on avg? how do u plot? (do u plot?)
are there specefic tools that u use?
do u struggle to stay focused or is that not an issue?
im just so curious because LIAB (love it so much!) is such an impressive, complex, intricate (i could really go on on and on) and LONG story and im so curious about ur process if thats something u would be comfortable with sharing.
so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this I’m trying to get better at answering asks more timely I’m sorry! Thank you for the compliments you’re so sweet I’m glad you like liab and find it impressive!! so my writing set up is very unimpressive, it’s an iPad with a keyboard and my kitchen table (one day I’ll get myself a real desk I will!!) & typically I write everyday! I write super fast but usually the first round of writing is just my thoughts for the scenes without too much details and not overly smooth dialogue.
After I get words on paper (usually I average like 2-5k a writing session when I’m pulling the scene out of my mind for the first time) then I’ll go back over it again and again and AGAIN to bring the scene to life by Adding more detailing and making sure conversations sounds realistic lol. (A lot of my writing time is spent rewriting haha, so I can get the words down fast but I can spend a week on one pov working through it)
I do plot!!! I plot…. A lot. I’ve been plotting since day 1 and I have two notebooks now that I put all my character and plot detailing in. So details that happened to the characters that I need to revisit, symbolism, scars, trauma, things that I want to dig deeper into and of course what direction I want the characters to go (not that they listen very much!)
It helps me stay organized character wise & when it comes to plot I usually just plot by arc? (I’ve got everything in my head and key scenes stashed in a document page in my phone- but I don’t write it all out in detail, only the arc I’m working on) Ive been struggling to plot out this second to last arc because there’s so many working pieces but usually I write an outline of what I want, then add more specifics details into it and divide them into chapters at the end.
as for tools I use I have a notebook, google docs (so I can share <3) and a thesaurus webpage pulled up. I also have Grammarly too but I usually have it turned off until I wanna check something because it’s annoying & keeps asking me to use AI which is fucking obnoxious (don’t use AI!!!!)
LIAB IS SO LONG!!! realistically looking back I can see so many areas where I could have cut back or adjusted my writing style but this has been such a fun and BIG learning experience and it’s helped me understand writing so much more. Would I do it all the same again? Probably not? But do I regret anything I wrote? Absolutely not! It’s been such a fun experience and I’ve learned so much so yeah I really enjoy writing and I’m excited to see where the story goes as we come to an end!! Ahhh!!! So close to the end I can taste it lol
thanks for taking the time to send me this ask it’s super sweet and I hope I answered your questions lol
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kadextra · 1 year ago
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so on a whim I started reading omniscient reader’s viewpoint manhwa
..and got hooked on the story so hard that I easily blasted through all available eps in less than a week. istg they put dr*gs in this thing it’s so good???? 😭
[SPOILER WARNING! big ramble ahead. if you’ve never read it, leave this post. consider checking it out you won’t be able to put it down]
lets get this out of the way first.
RAHHHHHH KIM DOKJA….. KIM DOKJA I LOVE YOU
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GUYSSSSS 🥺 LISTEN. HE’S SUCH A GOOD PROTAGONIST. MY TRAUMA BOY. MY DUDE WITH THE POWER TO INFODUMP PEOPLE TO DEATH. YOU SELF-SACRIFICING IDIOT. his cunning intelligence makes him super attractive what can I say, I LOVE smart mcs with ambiguous morality and self sacrificial nature
here’s a big ✨shut your mouth✨ to every character who’s said he’s ugly- get your eyes checked, get a job get away from him (I know it’s because of the fourth wall’s filter it’s not their fault I’m just being silly)
the fourth wall is such a cool power to have. the complexity of how it acts based on his perception of fiction vs reality as the reader …. that’s very interesting and well thought out!!! how it lowkey has a consciousness too and it’s so tied into his mental state makes me want to psychoanalyze this guy even more. probably one of the most unique powers I’ve seen created and explored in a story tbh
I think the entire system of how the world works is really well done in general. constellations watching the apocalyptic bloodbath via livestream and sending donos to their favorite little guys shouldn’t work as well as it does and cracks me up so much 😭 (uriel is the best). I enjoy learning about all the irl different fables, history & mythologies too. plus doing my own research is fun! I did a deep dive through the web to learn about dokkaebi folklore lol I’m having a good time
I also related hard to how dokja read TWSA throughout his life, the story was a companion for him. got choked up bc I reflected on how much my own favorite companion stories for years mean to me. there’s been situations I’ve thought “what would (character) do?” dokja saying stuff like “what would joonghyuk do?” felt like I got called out <3 I’d probably be the same as him if my favorite characters suddenly came to life
anyways yeah I caught up with the manhwa looked online and discovered it comes from an already completed novel with over 500 chapters and the manhwa is barely a third into adapting it though it’s been releasing every week for 4 years. and that it’ll take like 10 more years to finish. I then planted my face in my hands and screamed with despair
I’ll shrivel up waiting to see what happens……………heyyy woahhhh.. whats this light of salvation ? the novel file just completed download on my phone ? that’s crazyy wow I opened it ? im scrolling it right now ? omg I’m telling myself in the mirror “pace yourself, try to space your reading out do NOT read too fast” ?
jokes aside im excited, first I’ll take some time to read back through the earlier chapters for extra context of scenes! >:D after I finish doing that…. pls pray for my self-control to try stretching this for as long as possible. I’m pumped to see what happens next with this demon king part so maybe I’ll read along with the manhwa unless I get too impatient heh
to conclude- I had no idea the fandom of orv was so passionate. while closing my eyes to spoilers, I was looking at beautiful fanart and animatics (watched this one and ascended that’s one of my fav rin songs). I can tell how much you guys love the story, there’s always going to be people like me who get interested so keep it up :D if the fandom does end up reading this, ummm *knocks on the door* hi im new
I will likely talk about it more in the future!! tagging under “#kade reads orv” ! might draw fanart on my art blog too bc brainworms <3 happy reading everyone
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iamnotthere-idonotdie · 1 year ago
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dream of me
part four
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synopsis: reader and bruce have moved in together and their relationship is going well. but a new gotham criminal kidnaps reader and they face sudden death, as well as a secret bruce has been keeping.
content: batman/bruce wayne x reader, cursing, no smut, violence, torture, death, blood, breaking/broken bones, kidnapping, brutality, guns, knives, vomit, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries
a/n: okay so this one took a dark turn, and i’m very surprised i was able to finish it so fast. i knew how i wanted this to play out but i wasn’t expecting it to get as graphic as it did so i do apologize for that honestly. i think what im learning is that as i write, i sort of envision it as a movie playing out in my head so sometimes it can feel more like a script than a story. also sorry if there are some wrong medical terminology and stuff in here, and sorry for any typos as well!
edit: also— i think i was kind of envisioning the joker here as seen in something like the killing joke (movie). honestly i just kind of read this joker with mark hamill’s voice altogether.
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“good morning, sleep well, i hope?”
“good morning, alfred. yes i did, thank you.”
you pour yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen as alfred makes breakfast. you grab a mug for bruce and pour his as well.
“bruce still out?”
“yes, he called and informed me that he’ll be back soon from his workout.” alfred says as he flips the omelette in the pan.
“these workouts have been getting longer and longer.”
“he does like to keep active.”
“right, he just seems to get up so early for them. the other day i woke up in the middle of the night and he was gone, it wasn’t even 4am yet.”
“he finds the 24-hour gym is less crowded in the early hours.”
alfred slides the omelette onto a plate and sets it on the small table for you.
“thank you alfred. i just worry he’s not getting enough sleep.”
“oh, i’ve been worrying about his sleep for years.”
“i sleep plenty.” bruce enters the kitchen. “morning alfred.”
“good morning, sir.”
bruce walks over to the table and kisses you.
“good morning.” you say as you hand him his coffee.
bruce sits and alfred sets a plate of breakfast in front of him too.
“thanks alfred.”
“i just hope you’re sleeping enough is all. it seems like lately it’s been less and less.” you take a sip of your coffee and look at bruce. you don’t want to be a nag, but you do worry.
he takes a sip too and looks back at you.
“i’m fine, really.”
you smile unconvincingly at him and continue eating.
the rest of breakfast is quiet, but you don’t mind the still silence. this morning routine has brought you comfort over the last few months since you moved in. alfred set up your own room when you first came, but you and bruce quickly realized you both prefer sleeping in the same bed. that is, when he’s actually sleeping in it.
you finish breakfast and bruce takes your plates and puts them in the sink, alfred already turning on the tap.
you and bruce go back upstairs and you start getting dressed for work. he doesn’t always go in, but even on days like today when his work is to be completed at home, he still drives you. he told you early on that you could work hybrid as well, that you two could work together at home on his off days. but you enjoy working at the desk. and with this new outreach project you’ve been working on, you prefer having the team in person to collaborate.
as you button your top, bruce comes up behind and wraps his arms around you, stopping you from finishing.
“bruce…” he cuts you off by kissing your neck. you leave your shirt half open as you turn around and put your arms around his neck. you kiss, letting yourself forget about work. he slides his hands down your back and pulls you in tighter. you won’t ever get enough of this.
your phone’s alarm sings to tell you it’s time to leave. bruce pulls it out of your pocket and silences it, tossing it on the bed with a smile.
“i really should go today.”
“i think you should stay.”
“i don’t know…”
“it’s not like you’ll get fired, i’m your boss.”
you laugh lightly.
“maybe i should fire you, would mean you’d get to stay home all the time.”
you laugh again and kiss him.
“well maybe i could take a sick day today.”
“don’t worry, i wont tell anyone.”
he smiles and kisses you again. all that time getting dressed was for nothing as bruce unbuttons the rest of your shirt and you slide your pants off. while this isn’t a usual part of the morning routine you’ve established, you welcome the variation.
you run your hands through bruce’s hair and watch his chest rhythmically rise and fall as he sleeps. you let him sleep as long as he seems to need to, which is much longer than you thought it’d be. you eventually drift off too, the sound of his quiet snoring lulling your eyes closed.
it’s not until late afternoon when you both wake up again, the thick curtains unable to hide the sliver of sunlight peering in.
“you let me sleep so late.” bruce sits up in bed.
“you seemed like you needed it.”
he leans down and kisses you then gets up and starts getting dressed.
“the weather is supposed to be nice today.” you sit up. “maybe we could go to the park.”
he looks at you and smiles.
“that would be nice.”
you get up and get dressed too.
“i’ll go ask alfred to pack us some lunch.”
“okay, sounds great.”
he gives you one more kiss before heading downstairs. you finish getting ready and grab your phone off the floor. a text from tim, your former coworker in california, sits in your notifications. he and his husband have adopted a young girl. you smile at the family photo he sent and reply with your congratulations. as you look at the message, you let your mind wander and start to think about the prospect. of course you know bruce would be an amazing parent. but you’re not sure if you’d be. or if that’s even what you want. your life is so perfect now and you don’t think you want any of it to change. at least not for a while.
you go downstairs and find bruce packing some sandwiches into a bag. he zips it up and looks at you.
“ready?” he asks.
“ready.”
you decide to walk to the park since it’s only a few blocks away. the sun sits on your skin like a warm blanket as you and bruce walk. the two of you sit by the pond under an oak and eat your late lunch. the sound of birds and ducks paired with the cool breeze rushing through the tree leaves make for a perfect spot. you and bruce lay down in the grass and kiss, your picnic site offering enough privacy that you don’t have to worry about people seeing you. it’s not as if either of you care anyway, really. you’re not trying to hide your relationship, and with bruce’s status it’d be nearly impossible to try. but you still try to avoid paparazzi when you can. you and bruce lie there in the park together until the sun sets slowly behind the hill.
“we should get going before it gets too dark.” bruce sits up.
“i suppose we should.”
bruce grabs the bag and holds your hand as you make your way back home. night falls quickly as you walk. with only a couple blocks to go, you hear a commotion up ahead in an alleyway. sounds of a fight echo down the street. bruce stops walking and lets go of your hand.
“stay here a second.” he hands the bag to you and starts walking toward the source of the sounds.
“wait, shouldn’t we call the police or something first? or maybe we just wait for the batman to come and take care of it. you shouldn’t go down there by yourself.”
“you can call the police.” he continues.
you let out an exasperated sigh and watch bruce turn the corner. you press the numbers 911 into your phone. you finger is just about to click the green button when a strong hand covers your mouth and drags you backwards. you scream into the glove as loud as you can but the fight drowns out your attempts at getting bruce’s attention. all you can do is move around as much as possible to try and shake this person off you but they tighten their grip and then you’re being pushed into the back of a van.
three other people are inside and they grab you. you feel the rope burn your wrists as they tie your hands together behind your back. your throat already feels like it’s being torn apart from screaming. one person spreads a strip of duct tape over your open mouth but you still try to scream for bruce. suddenly a sharp pain strikes the back of your head. the tears have been blurring your vision but now everything is even fuzzier. you let out one more sob before the pipe hits you again and everything goes black.
pain.
that’s the first thing you feel when you finally come to. that’s the only thing you feel. a throbbing, deep pain throughout your entire body like you were just spit out of a cement mixer. you’re hands are still tied behind you and your ankles are stuck to the legs of a metal chair.
you force your eyes open, but everything is still dark. have you gone blind? is your sight gone? where are you? who took you? why can’t you move? you cant see you can’t move you can’t breathe you can’t hear you’re hurting you’re crying you’re screaming you’re shaking you—
the sound of a heavy door swinging open makes you freeze. strong footsteps slowly get louder and louder, closer and closer. the footsteps stop behind you and then you’re assaulted by a harsh bright light. it was a hood over your head, and the figure has now taken it off. the footsteps make their way around you and he stops in front of the chair you’re tied to, his back toward you. your breath shakes as he just stands there, staring straight ahead.
then he starts… crying? his shoulders shake and he gets louder. no… he’s laughing. he slowly turns around to face you, his red painted on smile sending a chill down your spine.
he bends down so his face is level with yours, your noses so close they nearly touch.
“good morning sweetheart.”
the tears continue streaming down your face as he straitens back up and turns, walking toward a table against the wall in front of you. he stops at it and slowly picks up an almost comically large knife.
you sob at the sight of the weapon, knowing it’s intended for you.
“i have a problem.”
he sets the knife back on the table and turns, walking towards you. the door opens again and you see a man in a clown mask rush by and place a camera on a tripod in front of you. he presses a button and a red light comes on and flashes at you.
“a problem that can only be solved by you.”
you somehow find the strength to open your mouth and speak, the words coming out hoarse and quiet.
“…m—me?”
“yes. i am in need of some… capital. some dineros, some cold. hard. cash. now i know you’re dating ol’ brucie and i know he has some access to just a bit of money.” he walks around you and stands behind the chair. “so, brucie boy, from your friendly neighborhood joker, deposit some dolores for me in a safe and lock it up real tight. bring it to the chaplain bridge, in person, at midnight tonight along with the key and you’ll get to see your precious little babe once again.” he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks together.
“oh, silly me, i forgot to tell you how much! let’s see, oh, how about, $50 million. that seems fair enough, don’t ya think?!”
he bends down so his face is next to yours.
“isn’t 50 million enough to save the life of your dearly beloved?”
he pulls something out of his pocket. you feel the cold barrel of a gun press against your temple and let out a sob.
he pulls the gun off your head, still pointing it at you.
*click*
you scream and jolt away. terror runs through your body like electricity.
you look over and he’s still staring at you with the gun pointed in your direction. out of the barrel popped out a banner, with the word BANG! on it. he turns back to the camera and waves.
“see ya tonight.” his tone is sinister and he laughs again.
the man in the mask flips the camera off. he tosses the gun behind his back and it clacks as it hits the concrete. he claps his hands together.
“so! now’s all that’s left to do is sit by, hang tight, let loose, and wait for midnight!” he laughs again and he and the other man leave the room with the camera. the clang of the door closing echoes throughout the room as you sit there alone.
you let out an ear-piercing, guttural scream and continue sobbing. all you want is bruce. you call for him, over and over, hoping by some miracle he’ll hear you through the thick concrete walls. you keep screaming, so hard and so loud that you vomit. now bile covers the front of your shirt and tears cover your face.
the echo of the door rings through the room again and fast footsteps approach. another man in a clown mask with a syringe in his hand unties your arms. before you let him stab the needle in, you punch him in the throat as hard as you can muster. he gags at the blow at stumbles backwards, dropping the syringe. you lean to try and grab it and the chair you’re tied to tips over onto the floor. your face slams into the concrete and you hear a crunch in your nose. you cry out and now all you see is red. you fight through the pain and reach for the syringe. it’s right there, just centimeters away, when a large boot stomps on your hand, surely breaking multiple bones. you scream in pain as the chair is reset upright. you scream and sob as the men grab your arm and stab the now-dirty needle in your vein. you keep crying, but as the seconds go by, you hear yourself getting quieter. the room around you spins in slow motion as your eyelids get heavy. the last thing you see is the joker’s white face and red smile.
your eyes slowly flutter open again. you didn’t know this was even possible, but somehow you wake up in even more pain than before. the joker is still standing there in front of you. smiling. laughing.
“you’re spunky. i like you.”
you all but growl at him as he walks toward that table in the corner, picking the knife up again.
“i thought you’d be asleep until our appointment with good ol’ bruce but the tranq must have been watered down!” he turns to you and laughs.
he carries the knife as he walks toward you.
“at least now we can have a little fun!” he takes the knife and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for the pain. but instead you feel the rope around your wrists and ankles fall.
“what’s say we play a game, hmm? i’m gonna bring in three of my best boys. and the longer you can stay upright and fighting, the more likely i’ll be to not kill you and your dear dear bruce tonight.”
the door opens again and three sets of footsteps walk in behind you.
you just stay sitting in the chair. how are you supposed to fight these huge men?
the joker sighs.
“if you’re gonna be a party pooper, then i guess we’ll have to find another game to play. maybe… target practice?” he throws the knife above your head and it hits one of the three men square in the chest. he falls backwards. dead.
you gasp and try to hold back tears as the joker just laughs.
“guess i do need some practice… i was aiming for his head! haha!” he buckles over in laughter again as you try to catch your breath.
“well good news now is you only have to outlast two goons!”
you slowly stand up, not wanting the next knife to land in your sternum. one of the men walk over to you. the joker takes the gun from before out of his pocket and holds it up above his head.
“ready? fight!” he pulls the trigger with a click.
a huge fist comes flying at your face and makes contact with your cheek. you fall to the ground in pain. he kicks you in the stomach and you just stay there, laying on the ground. he stomps on your chest, your stomach, your head. all you feel is blow after blow. the joker is just laughing at your misery.
you feel a rush of adrenaline run through you and you growl in anger. when the next stomp comes toward you, you grab the booted foot and yank as hard as you can, bringing the man to the ground. you’re surprised you had the strength to do that. you quickly stand back up and kick him in the face, breaking his nose too. you kick him in the crotch and he screams. you sit on top of his chest and punch him with your unbroken hand. over and over and over. all you hear is the sound of the joker’s maniacal laugh and your own grunts as you beat the guy’s face in until he no longer resembles even a man. finally you stop, feeling proud of your strength but guilty for your brutality.
before you can get up from sitting on him, the other man is picking you up and slamming you into the concrete. your shoulder hits the ground hard and you scream. he picks you up again and throws you back first, your head colliding with the concrete so hard you’re sure they’ve both cracked. he grabs the front of your shirt and lifts you up. your body goes limp from exhaustion and he forcefully sits you back on the chair. he punches your face. one. two. three. four. five. six. times then he finally walks away. your vision is blurred and you’re seeing colorful stars flash all around you. you look down and see blood dripping down from your face and onto your lap. the joker just laughs again.
“well, you fought off one! bravo! of course that means only one of you will die tonight. shame. lovers dying together is the sweetest ending of all. romeo and juliet… swan lake… the notebook...” he pretends to wipe a tear. “but oh well. at least now you get to pick who dies! haha!”
“me.” you immediately answer. “kill me. not him.”
“awww how noble! sacrificing yourself for the love of your life, it’s a beautiful thing! very well. you’ll be the one to die.” he takes out a pocket watch. “my oh my look at that! it’s showtime, baby!”
you get tied up again and dragged out of the room. the hood is placed back on your head before exiting, and you’re thrown back into a van. the drive is longer than you expected. how far out of town were you?
the van stops after what you guess was about a half hour long drive.
you’re dragged back out of the van and onto the street. the hood is removed and the joker is gripping your neck and leading you onto the bridge.
you make it to the middle and he shoves you to the ground. you only now notice the gun in his hand.
“oh bru-uce! show me the money, baby!”
his voice echos across the water under the bridge and you wait. you hope he doesn’t come. you hope he’s decided to let the police handle it. you hope he didn’t choose to risk his life for you. because although the joker assured you that you’d be the one to die, you obviously can’t trust that he won’t pull the trigger on bruce too.
“come out come out, wherever you are!” the joker yells in a singsongy voice. “well isn’t this a disappointment! at least it was gonna be fun to kill you. now i almost can’t even enjoy it.” he points the gun in the center of your forehead. you close your eyes and let yourself cry.
you picture bruce’s face. flashbacks of when you first met him come to mind and you go through it all. you think of his smile, how it was crooked and always made you smile back. you think of his hair, how it was always just a little tussled and never quite laid flat. you think of his skin, how it was warm and how it felt against yours. you think of his laugh, how it can at times feel rare but when you hear it, it’s like the world stops. you think of his eyes, how they’d glow like warm honey when the sunlight hit them just right. tears stream as you think of every part of him. how you wish you’d spent more time memorizing him.
you hear the cocking of the gun and you gasp. you only now realize how afraid you are to die.
suddenly a loud clang behind you startles your eyes open and the joker stumbles backward. a large, dark figure comes swooping in and tackles the joker to the ground. the gun is kicked away and you watch as the batman punches the joker in the face, repeatedly. the men from the van come rushing in and the batman takes each one down with little effort.
soon, he’s standing in the lowlight of the bridge, looming over the bodies of his victims of vengeance. he walks back over to the joker and picks him up by his collar and holds him over the bridge above the water. the joker laughs.
“well then what’s it gonna be batty-boy?! you gonna kill me?! do it!”
the batman hesitates to drop him into the rough rushing river water below.
“do it!” the joker laughs in his face again.
you see the shine of red and blue lights flashing behind you and hear sirens. the sound of many footsteps come rushing onto the bridge as officers take the bodies off the ground and into custody. a few more train their guns at the batman and instruct him to let the joker go. after some time, he flings the joker back over the railing and slams him onto the ground. the officers rush to handcuff the joker and the batman walks away, back toward you.
“this isn’t over, batman! it’ll never be over!” the joker laughs again as he’s dragged away by the officers.
the batman bends down behind you and unties the ropes around your wrists.
“are you okay?” he asks, quietly. his low, gravely voice tinges with familiarity.
you just nod and he scoops you up and carries you to the ambulance. he gently sits you on the gurney and the paramedics begin treating your wounds and setting up an iv. the batman just stands there and watches, as if to make sure you’ll really be okay. you stare back at him, trying to place this strange gut feeling. the medics walk away for a moment to grab something else, leaving you and the batman there, just looking at each other.
the medics come back and start to bring you into the ambulance. up until the moment the doors close, you and the batman just continue staring. the medicine you’ve been given starts to work as you feel your eyelids get heavy. your last thought before passing out is of bruce.
the tubes in your nose and the cast on your arm are the first things you notice when you awake. your eyes adjust to the light of the hospital room and you look around, your eyes landing on an unexpected face.
tim is there, sitting by the window sleeping. alfred is in a chair next to him. he notices you’re awake and presses the alert for the nurse.
“hello, dear.”
“alfred…”
“i’ve called for the nurse. just relax.”
“…where’s bruce.”
“he… had to go to the police station. to finish up the case.”
“but he’s okay?”
“physically, yes. but i don’t think i’ve ever seen him so distraught. i’ll call him now and tell him you’re awake. he’ll want to see you.” alfred leaves the room and you see him dial his phone.
the nurse comes in and checks your vitals, making sure you’re getting enough medicine. you have a concussion, a broken hand, your shoulder was out of socket, and your nose had to be realigned. apparently it’s been days since the incident.
the joker is in custody at arkham, but that’s doesn’t give you much reassurance since he apparently has broken out of there before.
tim wakes up and walks over to you with tears streaming down his face.
“are you okay?” he asks.
“just peachy.”
he laughs lightly and wipes a tear away.
“i was so scared.”
“me too.”
“but you’re gonna be okay now. you’re okay now.” he reassures himself. you didn’t know you meant so much to him.
“thank you tim.”
he smiles softly.
“i should go call chris and let him know you’re okay.“
“okay.”
tim walks out of the room as alfred comes back in.
“bruce will be here soon.”
“thank you. i’m glad you’re here alfred.”
“of course, love.”
tim comes back in and says that chris sends his regards.
“he’s been worried sick, watching the news while also taking care of the baby.”
“if you need to go tim, go. i understand.”
“im sorry i can’t stay.”
“really tim, it’s okay. thank you for being here.”
tim smiles and holds your good hand.
“i’m just so glad you’re okay.”
“thank you.” you smile back at him and he leaves.
alfred moves the chair to be closer to your bed and he holds your hand as you wait in silence for bruce.
bruce comes rushing in wet from the rain with tears in his eyes. alfred gets up from the chair and gives it to bruce. bruce sits in the chair, holding your hand, and the two of you just sit there together.
you’ve never felt fear like that before. of course you were afraid when your mother died, but you were so young. and your father was sick for a long time before he passed, so this crippling feeling of terror was something you’ve never had to experience before and something you hope you’ll never experience again.
“i’m so sorry.” bruce fights back tears. “i should’ve never left you alone. i should’ve known better. i thought i was protecting you but really i just put you in danger. this is all my fault.”
“no it’s not.”
“it is.”
“no, bruce. it’s not.”
“i was just so… angry. at him. i still am. i really thought i was going to kill him.”
you furrow your brows in confusion.
“you mean… like… if you’d have been there? at the bridge?”
you notice alfred looks up at bruce with a curious look on his face. bruce turns his head to look back at him. alfred just nods.
you look at both of them, perplexed by this silent agreement between them.
“what’s going on?”
“there’s something you need to know… about me.”
“okay…?”
“i… i’ll show you when we get back home.”
“alright.”
bruce and alfred clear you with the doctor and confirm that you’re ready to leave so you get in the car to go home. you just lay in the backseat with your head on bruce’s lap. he runs his hand through your hair as alfred drives you all home.
the press is already there, ready to get a statement from you and bruce about the whole ordeal. of course you and bruce don’t say a word as he carries you inside.
he sets you down on the couch and lights a fire. alfred goes to the kitchen to make you something to eat. you lay on bruce’s chest on the sofa, watching the flames rise and fall. the heat of the fire brings you comfort, but bruce’s warm touch makes you feel at peace for the first time since that day at the park.
hours go by, the fire has become just a few orange embers, and you and bruce have eaten dinner. you suddenly remember what bruce said back at the hospital.
“what is it you wanted to tell me?”
bruce sighs and helps you up off the couch.
“i need to show you something.”
you slowly walk hand in hand to the library down the hall. you don’t come in here much but you know bruce and alfred do.
bruce goes to a wall in the back and pulls a book off the shelf. you hear a click and he pulls the wall out, revealing it’s a door to an elevator.
“what the fuck…”
bruce opens the elevator door and leads you inside.
“what is this?”
“something you need to see.”
the elevator slowly brings you down to a lower level you didn’t even know existed. bruce opens the door and leads you out of the elevator and into a basement. or at least what you think is a basement. inside, you see computers, televisions, and other tech items around. a motorcycle sits there too… along with a familiar-looking car. bruce lets you wander through the area. you try to absorb what this all is.
“what exactly am i looking at here, bruce?”
he walks over to a door and opens it to a closet. what’s inside, sitting on the shelf, makes you gasp. you slowly pick up the mask.
“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you.”
“why… how…”
“i’ve been doing this for years now. i just… this is how im able to try and help. only alfred knows.”
“and you couldn’t tell me? why?”
“everyone who knows about this is in danger. i couldn’t knowingly do that to you. but you deserve to know.”
“i… don’t even know what to say.”
bruce closes the closet door.
“i come down here every night. that’s why i’ve been gone so early in the morning. i’ve known about joker for a while and have been trying to track his whereabouts.”
“but now, he’s locked up. he’s gone.”
“as long as he’s alive, he’s a danger. and it’s not just him. you’ve lived here your whole life. you know what these streets are like.”
you just nod.
“so… this is what you do every night. you go out, after i fall asleep then return before i wake up.”
“i try. but some nights are longer than others.” bruce walks up to you and holds your hand. “but now you know.”
you just nod again, not quite knowing what to say.
“i will never forgive myself for leaving you alone that night, and i will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it.”
you look up at him. a tear rolls down his cheek and you wipe it away, leaving your hand on his face.
“i was so afraid of losing you.” he speaks barely above a whisper.
“you’re not gonna lose me. i’m here. i’ll always be here.”
he kisses you. in this room, this room that’s been kept a secret from you. this other side of bruce that’s been kept a secret from you. you want to be angry, but all you feel now is peace as he holds you in his arms.
whatever future may come, whatever troubles you will inevitably be forced to face, you know that you’ll now be able to do it together.
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topaz-witch-tea · 2 years ago
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ADKHWBGADWTAHDTAH THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING TO MY QUESTIONADHAHSMDWABDSABDW AHWDN sorry if im getting annoying HAHAAH
I'm curious about what Yanqing was like in his teenage years lol or like how was he as a student? or like any memories with his parents emememememe dbweuew sorry im not good at explaining
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Hello!!!
No need to apologize, I enjoy getting asks! They really make my day!
I'll split them into two with Yanqing as a student and Yanqing as a teenager. I sprinkled in a little mention of his parents since I wasn't sure. Do feel free to send another ask if you want some more or something different!
Yanqing as a student
Yanqing is a great student both in terms of academics and Cloud Knight training.
For Academics, he's incredibly studious partially due to his perfectionist nature but also his parents' expectations. While their expectations are not incredibly high, they were not okay with him just barely passing. As he got older, he did not need to ask his parents for help as often, but if he did, he would usually only ask Dan Feng.
Yanqing excelled in his Cloud Knight and swordsmanship training. Jing Yuan and Jingliu personally took care of training him once he was able to lift a sword. While Jingliu was the stricter of the two, she still spoiled him a lot more than when she was teaching Jing Yuan. It was very obvious from an early age that Yanqing was a prodigy when it came to wielding a sword.
However, he was also expected to learn how to fight with other weapons. While the Cloud Knights have basic training in fighting with a variety of weapons, Yanqing was expected to have an advanced understanding of how to wield a bow and spear, courtesy of Dan Feng and Baiheng. (Thank you to @ladylucina28 for helping me come up with this) Yanqing did not enjoy it and quickly dropped it once his skills were deemed passable.
Yanqing as a teenager
He is still very close to his parents. If he finishes his training early, he would go to their place of work to hang out with them. Partially for the company and partially because they will feed him whatever he wants so he doesn't have to buy it. They also give him money if he begs enough so he has developed no sense of financial responsibility.
His best friends are Tingyun, Qingque, Sushang, and Qingni. He doesn't hang out with Qingni as much once she starts her training though. He also considers Bailu one of his best friends since he'll sneak into her office so she can heal him before Dan Feng finds out about his recent batch of injuries and sends him home with no training for a week.
Yanqing, when he enters his teen years, begins being sent out to the field. While his skill has out-classed his fellow knights for years, Jing Yuan could not bear sending his child out into danger. However, there came a time when it was obvious that if Yanqing was not sent out to the field of his own free will, he would sneak out and put himself in more danger.
Of course, he does have his streaks of hyper-independence which drives his fathers up the wall. He takes on incredibly risky missions and acts without care for his own well-being. He takes his oath as a Cloud Knight to defend the people very seriously, even at the cost of himself.
As he grows older and seeks to carve his own identity, he also starts to grow insecure about his standing compared to those around him. He starts to question himself as to who he is, and what makes him valuable to his family, and it is also when comments of him getting his position through nepotism start to affect him. His self-worth also starts to tank. (sorry for the angst 😅)
This starts to put him at odds with his family who don't really know how to understand it. They all grew up too fast due to the wars and as a result never really were teenagers. There was a point where it felt as if Yanqing was on an island of his own, distant and confused. It also greatly distressed his parents since Yanqing did not want to communicate to them what exactly he was feeling since he felt it would make him ungrateful for all the care they gave him.
They, of course, do overcome it and Yanqing slowly returns to being a lot happier.
I hope you like it!!! Please feel free to send me more asks!!!
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yuyusgirl · 1 year ago
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(NSFW WARNING‼️)
This is my first story so bare with me guys :) lol.
DIRTY DANCING.💃🏾
Just another regular practice for you as Ateez choreographer. You’re choreographing their new tour song “WAKE UP”, when u first listened to it you just KNEW it had to be a sexy dance to it so you got right on it. Using every sexy dance trick and as much thrusting ucan think of u put it in the choreo. And finally u were finished snd it was time for the boys to come in and learn. As Ateez enters very happy to see you, you scream “ARE U GUYS FUCKING READY” them not knowing what u have up your sleeve they respond saying “ YESSS” and you get to work. Firstly you get to show them the dance which is fun for you because you love their reactions as you dance. But this time there were different reactions then u normally see, all the faces seem mesmerizing and they are just looking u up and down, especially yunho. After you are done showing it is time to teach, and while teaching the hip thrusting parts of the dance seemed a little awkward to you knowing they are enjoying it a little TOO much but u are satisfied that they enjoy your dance. Y’all stop and take a water break and yunho comes up to you saying “ so a little spicy for this song hmm?” You replied “yes I know I know but I really feel like the choreo goes with the sound of the song” “you know what I feel like Y/N ?” He asks “what?” you ask “I think u looked too sexy performing that for us” “oh haha” you laugh thinking he’s just joking “oh so u think im playing, im so serious” he replies, “Oh yunho im flattered thank you” you respond trying not to seem awkward because that flustered you. “Of course pretty” he replies. “Ok time to get back to work guys!” You yell to try to get yunhos compliment out of your head.
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Day 2 practice you’re so excited to get things done, the boys coming in with loud energy and screaming you know this is going to be a good practice. Y’all are all stretching, getting ready to get started and while you are in the straddle with your legs open, yunho is staring you DOWN thinking of how your legs are so farly stretched. You look up catching him staring and he just plays it off by looking down super fast, you get flustered AGAIN with how he is looking and you. You decide to just say fuck it and show him how it feels, so the whole practice you are both just staring and eye fucking each other. “Hey Y/N” san yells “woo taught me how to do the spilts yesterday you wanna see?” He asks, “boy what the fuck, yea sure haha” you reply, he tries his hardest to split and obviously.. he can’t. “Y/N can you split?” San asks “of course I can” so you go down and split. Yunho sees this and his mind is running CRAZY knowing you were this flexible Imagining all these things has his literally drooling all over himself. You catch this and start laughing at him “seen a ghost ?” You ask he plays it off with a laugh saying “shut up”. Yall finish up and everyone is hugging you bye, you get to yunho and while y’all are hugging you whisper in his ear “stop eye fucking me and do it for real” being very bold. His face and ears turning redder than ever he can feel himself getting hard and runs off to the bathroom. “Hey yall leave without me I’ll call a Uber I have to shit” he says. They all agree and leave, you are still there packing your stuff getting ready to go and you hear slight moans coming for the bathroom. You head closer to the bathroom to hear what’s going on, obviously you know whos in there, you slightly turn the knob seeing its open. Yunho springs up in shock and is very embarrassed to see you standing in the doorway, “yunho what are you doing?” You ask “im sorry you kinda just tu-turned me on...” You chuckle “and how is that yunho?” “ the dance, the splits, my ear I-I-I just couldn’t take it”. You start slowly walking towards him and you end up looking up at him. You not even realizing he’s so much bigger up close, him towering over u just turned you on. You both just staring at each other his dick hard and your cunt soaked, he says “ im s-sorry I just got caught up in the moment” “you want to see me do the splits on that big dick huh?” You ask, “mmhm” he replies. you keep walking towards him while he is backing up and he suddenly hits the wall. You grab his hard cock through his pants “fuckkkk” he replies, he wants to cum from just you grabbing on his 11 inch. You get on your tippy toes to hard on kiss him and y’all just go at it, tongue on tongue him moaning while your hand is rubbing his hard on. He starts to think that you shouldnt be the dominant one so he turns you around and now ur the one on the wall you let out a small gasp being so surprised, and now your letting him take control. He slowly moves his veiny hand down and now is slowly taking your tights off and reveals your pretty pink panties which the sight is getting him even harder and is getting your cunt wetter. He takes his thumb to move your panties to the side and sees your cunt is so wet for him. “ this all for me pretty? I knew you were a slut the way your legs were so spread open during strech” “its all for you daddy” he LOVES this word, a little TOO much that he takes It upon himself to pick u up. “Daddy?” “You dont even know what that does to me pretty girl?” He rips your panties off and you moan at the dominance of him, you never thought he was this freaky. You still touching his rock hard cock pulling his sweats off “dont” he says, making you anxious you ask “wait what’s wrong” he replies “ let me show you everything I wanted to do to u since you started teaching” he says while carrying you to the couch in the practice room and gently putting you down while he takes off your panties and reveals your leaking cunt throbbing at him.
the sight of it makes him so hard he just wants to fuck your face into the couch but he holds his composure and places the top of his tongue on your clit making you jump and moan loudly “AHH YUNHO F-FUCK” “hey pretty girls dont curse” “yes daddy” you reply. He takes his finger and slides it into your leaking hole making you jump once again, he chuckles and keeps eating you out like its his last feast and stroking his long veiny finger in and out of you making your walls cusp around his finger. “So you are a little pretty slut hm?” He asks “ Y-ye-yes FUCK” you scream “cum for me baby I know you can” “FUCK YUNHO FUCK ME” you scream feeling so good his fingers hitting your g spot and his tongue sucking your clit so well. You’re reaching your max point and just needed one more push, and he gave you that push. Slapping his other hand fastly on your clit makes you go so insane “FUCK Y-YUNHO IM CUMMING FUCK” “hey didn’t I say no cursing pretty?” “Sorry daddy” you respond. Cumming on his fingers he gets so turned on by that, precum spreading everywhere, and dripping down his pants he couldn’t wait to stick his hard cock inside you. “Yunho..” “Yes baby” he responds “please…” “please what pretty?” “Fuck… me, I want you daddy” faster than lighting he took his sweats and boxers off and you see his long, hard, 11 inch flick up on his stomach making you wet once again. “Im gonna fuck you so bad you can’t teach another sexy dance mk?” That turned you on so bad you couldn’t even respond you just grabbed his dick and pulled it closer to you signaling for him to put it inside you. “You want it bad? Beg.” He said “yunho I want you to fuck me so deep I won’t get to teach another sexy dance” he didn’t know you were gonna say that, he was gonna let you beg but he seen you confess and confirm that your his. That turned him on and he grabbed your thighs closer and tapped his cock on your throbbing clit “AH SHIT” he screams out that slap felt so good that he just wants to cum on the spot. “I thought u dont like cursing daddy?” You asked, he chuckles “ I do, not from you you’re too pretty for that baby” he slowly puts its in your hole, “SHIT” you scream out, he doest like that “ you dont wanna listen?” He says “no no daddy I’ll listen” “do you want me to cover your pretty little mouth while I fuck you?” That actually didn’t sound bad to you but u wanted him to hear your every moan. “ no please just ram into me daddy” he does as you please going faster in missionary while flicking your hard nipples “OH MY GODDD” you scream out, he’s trying to just cum in you by hearing your moans so he ends up covering your mouth which does him no justice because it turns him on even more. “Fuck Y/N why do u feel so good, your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock so well” his moans going up even louder when he sees you so fucked out taking his length so well “ who’s pussy is this hm ?” He asks “YOU-YOUR-YOURS DADDY” barely can talk because he’s fucking you so well. “Promise its mine or ill pull out” “its its yours daddy forever” you say, he loves that shit and is going faster while kissing down your chest, fucking you while he’s sucking on your breasts makes your orgasm come even faster. He feels your walls clenching him and your moans getting louder and louder “cum for me baby, I know you can your doing so well” he says, this sends you over the edge “OH MY GOSH FUCK ME FUCK YUNHO AHH UGH” “ I knew you could do I-AH SHIT” he saying while he cums right after you “hey let me tell you something” he says “hmm?” You reply “if u curse so much like that again ima stick my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak and curse word hm?” “Sorry daddy u just made me feel so good, and yk what I won’t even mind u sticking that big thing down my throat” yall both chuckle, y’all sit there not the next 20 mins touching and kissing not knowing you’re both hard and wet again. “Let me take you home baby” he says, you agree and he takes you home, making out before you walk into the house.
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Day 3 of practice you are no where to be found everyone is worried and is asking where are you, someone walks in the door “HEY THATS NOT Y/N” woo says “hi guys im Veronica, Y/N couldn’t be here today she said her legs were hurting idk, so I am here to cover for her” yunho chuckles “something funny?” Hongjoong asks “ oh nah nah my bad” yunho says.. if only they knew what took place the night before..
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eeblouissant · 1 year ago
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in this essay I need to talk about the way Dorothy acts around & reacts to stan in this clip (season 4 ep 5) specifically or I will simply perish.
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enjoy the unorganized (unedited, and definitely not reread) chaos, this will be more of a ramble than anything - it’s so late & I need to get these thoughts out of my head before I explode.
Firstly, the clip in question:
( 1:15 - 2:22 )
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now. Oh boy. Where do I even begin.
As much as I know it was done for comedic effect; the way Dorothy doesn’t hesitate to let herself cuddle into stan (STAN!!! CUDDLING. with STAN. And **publicly** there are so many layers here) when he puts an arm around her, describing what probably were the happier times Dorothy’s mentioned having with him despite it all (or at least a version of them. his version, that he’d created in an attempt to persuade her, as we learn pretty quickly) - oh god it just breaks my heart. She lets herself feel those memories for just a moment, before it all inevitably comes crashing down again. The way she snaps so quickly… that’s something we do not see in younger Dorothy. Younger Dorothy comes off much more passive-aggressive leaning more on the passive (shy?) side, she’s just very logical & no nonsense (but not in the way she is now). That’s something that Dorothy never really loses - Whereas current Dorothy has lost that (passiveness) completely with stan, and seems find it natural to come off as “aggressive” & dominating around/toward others. So - that ability to shut off & become defensive like that, & so fast, was developed later on. She’s got a bite now that was learned, because she had to bite to survive. For her own sanity. Do you know how much work that would take to unlearn & heal, if she ever even tried? oh my. Yeah I’m not well. I don’t think she would have much faith in it changing either, it’s become such a part of her. I think she would feel a little lost without it.
That first bit kills me - but what kills me about this scene most, is that last bit. Where she tries to push back further with a comment she know will be funny and just a little hurtful (towards stan, im sure she thought) and that will further deflect. But it backfires and hurts her instead. Her voice breaks. It breaks and her eyes soften and it looks like that just for a moment she lets the hurt shine through. Because that is especially painful, she cannot bury it. Her entire demeanour changes as those last few words are delivered (and Oh My God do they register fast - like she’d reopened that wound having no idea it was going to sting so badly.) and I just - oh my GOD. For that split second she looks like she might crack, the pain in her voice is so clear. & then the walls go right back up & it’s pushed right back down. I cannot deal. I absolutely cannot. Dorothy has let herself be vulnerable in the past, but has there ever been more than maybe (maybe) a handfull of instances where her voice & face soften that way? Anyway, I’m absolutely losing it over those little details. I’ve yet to find another scene where it feels like younger Dorothy shines through in the current. It hurt my heart so good and I cannot stop thinking about it :’) I think this is my sign to rebinge every episode in order. Because I am definitely forgetting - there has to be more.
Okay that’s all for now! If any of you have any thoughts or personal fav scenes (etc) to share as well please feel free!!! Dorothy angst seems to be my drug of choice lately lmao
(like two bits of this were my own interpretations of Dorothy’s character based on observation, don’t take them as canon nor am I claiming they are, because we obviously don’t know exactly what happened in between + younger Dorothy didn’t have much screen time :’)! Headcanons are just so much fun to throw around!!)
She <333 <33333333 <3 <3 <3 heart heart heart xxoo literal angel
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mononijikayu · 9 months ago
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hello 🥰 ive been following you and reading your works for a while and i think it's really cool how you can produce so many good quality fics so quickly. your readers are very very lucky ! how long does it usually take for you to finish your works? i would love to learn more about your process ! 🌷
hello hello!!! 🫶
i think it sort of helps that i dont sleep that much or very well and that im an irregular student in uni
i also think another factor is that my mind has ideas a lot. most of the time i sit down and think when im at a park before class and i type out a rough plot draft then i make it as soon as possible
because as fast as thoughts come, they go away too fast too. so i rush!!! which is why i make mistakes often!!! i just come back and correct myself!!!
it also helps that i type really fast. i used type out my notes in my undergrad and even now in my higher educ school days. so i think that's another factor!!! i write both on my phone and my computer (which is whyyyyyyy i have drafts everywhere and i get scolded for not paying attention to people im around when i have an idea 🥲🥲🥲)
making short drabbles or smth like say immortal sukuna, it takes me around an hour or so (the formatting is the hard part 🥲🥲🥲)
and say if im doing something in long format like 3 to 5k, it may take 3 to 4 hours, depending on my brain and my energy. 10k and beyond takes longer — but i try to get it done the same day after a break or tomorrow if i have time.
ashes of love, i got crazy writing about it because i could picture everything easily in my head. so i rushed writing it just to crank out the image i had in my head. because im frightened it would disappear and i'd just lose the vision!!!
but on days i dont update (like during exams) i already have something planned in advice, like a draft i didnt like and i feel like is good enough (a great example would be 'love me back—megumi fushiguro, i liked it but i didnt 'love' it you know???); i publish those to buy myself time.
usually its because im stubborn. i dont like leaving things not done and i wanna be a fan of my work too, so i wanna read it to see if its good enough.
so i have to finish it and give it to everyone to enjoy with me. so even if i only like it, i wanna put it in the world too. i think ill grow to love more than i just do now one day!!!
though, im not immune to being lazy. i think i still havent finished a lot of stuff and i have to rewrite them when i have more time. but i genuinely forget sometimes and i come back, reread and do it again. so it makes me unproductive too.
but writing is a destressing tactic to me and im crazy about it because its a way to find some peace of mind. so ill do it aa much as i can to be sane as much as possible.
tldr — i dont sleep that much, i have more time at times cause irregular school days, im stubborn, i chase my ideas like its the F1 and its a problem but also my sanity!!!
i'm sorry this is long reply, im a big yapper but all this changes depending on what happens and how i am (im also sickly sometimes BUT ideas dont stop even when im sick so i also write too) 😭🫶
(also please dont do this to yourselves, it causes a lot of back pain and cramps too. i sit far too much trying to finish ideas and its BAD. please do it in your pace too and make sure to keep your health first 🥹🫶)
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