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jiliansky-blog · 1 year ago

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In the dark. Chapter 4. Through the fairy woods

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2100

You were sitting in his bed. What have you done? Where did he go? You can’t sit there forever. You need to find him and undo the mistake. So you got up and left the room to find Lucienne. She was in the library as usual.

“Lucienne!” you said desperately. “I did the mistake”.

“Oh god”, she took out her glasses and sighed. “Did you try to see him?”

“Yes”, you said. “The curiosity took the best of me! I wanted to look just for a second, and then he disappeared. What happened?”

“Why can't you wait just till the end of this week?” she asked, tired. “He would explain to you everything. And now he is gone”.

“I’m so sorry!” you sighed. “But please, can you tell me where he is, so I can find him?”

“I guess I don’t have another choice”, the librarian replied. “But I doubt that you can save him now. He is in the realm of fairies”.

“Why?” you asked.

“He argued with Titania, the fairy queen”, she said. “She wanted him and said that no one is going to get attached to him if they don’t see him”.

“Oh, that is why he wanted to stay in the dark”, you said. “But it was almost like he didn’t want me to fall in love with him. He even told me a story about a princess who dumped a god. And said that he couldn’t be with mortals.

“I suppose the thought of your presence in the darkness would be enough”, she sighed. “Now we will never know. But you did get attached to him?”

“I did”, you said. "So, what is Titania going to do to him?”

“He must serve her for a hundred years or marry her”, she said.

“Oh no”, you replied. “I need to help him, even if he hates me after my mistake. I can’t leave him here for a hundred years”.

“What can you do against the Fairy queen?” Lucienne asked.

“I need to fix it”, you said. “Morpheus always says that they can’t be trusted. And I read about them a lot. You can also help me. You can give me serious books about fairies. The more I know, the more prepared I’m going to be”.

“If you say so”, she sighed. “He won’t be pleased”.

“I know, but I need to get him back”, you replied.

“If you insisted”, replied Lucienne, who brought you books.

You started to read, but eventually you woke up. Anyway, keep reading for the next few nights. You could still access the Dreaming. Perhaps, Morpheus wants you to stay here. And then you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need to go”, you said. “I need to find him”.

“Very well”, Lucienne sighed. “It would be better for you if you went there from the Dreaming”.

“But it means I continue to sleep in the Waking world”, you admitted. “And I don’t know when I’m going to wake up”.

“I can give coordinates where the places you need are, but it won’t be safer”, she replied. “Imagine, would it be better if you disappeared instead of sleeping in your house?”

She made sense. Your friends or parents won’t find you for a few days. You hope you will return until they start panicking.

“Alright”, you said. “Where is the path?”

“You're better off pretending that you're just another lost mortal”, she said while taking you outside the castle. “God knows what they will do if you find out who you are”.

You stopped at the beginning of the forest. Morpheus once told you that you shouldn’t go there alone. So that is entrance of fairy realm.

“Our lord usually teleports there, but you can’t”, Lucienne explained. “You need to go there through the forest”.

“And pretend to be lost”, you admitted. “What do I need?”

“Courage and knowledge”, Lucienne said. “I’m afraid if I give you something, they won’t believe that you are just lost”.

“Right,”, you agreed.

“They won’t give him up without a challenge”, she said. “She probably doesn’t want to give him up at all. So you need to figure out the plan”.

“I will figure out something while going through the forest, you replied. “Thanks for your help, Lucienne. I will save him”.

“I wish you luck”, she said.

And you started your way through the woods. First, the forest was green and in bloom, like in the spring. You could hear the birds' songs and feel warm. Then it became hot. There was probably a summer. Lucienne didn’t tell you that there are seasonal changes. And after that, the leaves became yellow and red. Perhaps, it was already fall.

You started to wonder if you could feel hunger in the dream and in the fairy realm. Or tiresome? When you decided to take a little rest and sat on the fallen tree, you heard the voice.

“Human? What are you doing here?” The voice was female and sounded like a child's. Can it be a fairy somewhere nearby?

“I’m lost”, you replied. “Who are you?”

“I can’t tell you my name”, she said. “The name has the power. If someone finds out your true name, it gives him power over you.”.

“I see”, you only replied.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I don’t know," you said, remembering Lucienne’s warnings. You don’t need to tell anyone about your plans. “I am looking for the way out of the woods”.

“But you are on the right way to our queen’s castle”, she admitted. “Are you trying to tell me that you are not looking for the castle?”

“I… Can I actually go there?” You were playing a dangerous game.

“You can, but you shouldn’t”, the fairy replied. “You should be more careful”.

At that moment, you realized that vines and roots had started to entwine your legs. And you jumped up and tore them apart.

“Very funny”, you noticed.

“Well, you did that, did you?” she asked. “Now I know that you are smart enough to help me”.

“It is a funny way to ask someone for help”, you noticed. “You distracted me. And they could kill me or prevent me from going anywhere”.

"Oh, common”, she said. “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t warn you. It was just a little fun. Now, please help me”.

"How can I help if I don’t see you”, you replied.

“You need to come on my voice”, she said. “One man trapped me in the tree. You need to find me in the forest”.

“There are plenty of trees”, you admitted. “Can’t you be more specific?”

“You will understand when you find out��, she said, very vaguely. “Just come on, my voice. You will hear it more clearly when you come closer”.

“In what direction?” you asked.

“I suppose it’s on your way to the winter forest”, she replied.” Hurry up before my captor returns! What are you waiting for?”

“You are so demanding”, you sighed, continuing your way. “How did he trap you?”

“He lures me in with sweets”, she replied. “But don’t try this on me. I won’t be caught twice with the same trick”.

“And how should I call you?” you asked.

“Call me Rose”, she said. “It’s a good name. And you?”

“Mara”, you smiled.

“You learned your lesson”, she admitted.

“Okay, if you want me to find you, then you should talk, so I won’t lose your signal”, you said.

“You see the tree and understand where I am”, she said.

And so, for the next hour, you let her lead you through the woods. And soon you will come to the winter forest. It was only mildly cold. You won’t freeze to death in your white dress.

“Here it is”, said Rose finally.

And you see the blooming magic tree. Yes, you can’t pass through it. And some iron things prevent the fairy from going out of the tree.

“Oh, finally,” said the tiny fairy with wings and pink hair. “I became weak. Now I own you a life dept. And I am going to pay when you need it.”.

“You shouldn’t”, you said, trying to decline the offer.

“No, I will pay”, she insisted. “Now, let me take you through this wood to the kingdom. You wanted it, did you?”

You should be careful now. Furthermore, you should not show a lot of interest in her offer. Because then they can find out why you are here.

“I can?” you asked hesitantly.

“I can take you here”, she said. “But then you will be on your own. I don’t know if they decide to make you a slave or something else”.

What an optimistic perspective, you think. It is too late to go back. I have knowledge. That will be my weapon.

“Alright”, you said. “I always want to see what the fairy kingdom is like. I just shouldn’t eat your food, right?”

"That's a little more complicated”, she laughed. “Alright, let’s go”.

“Your queen…” you began the conversation. “What is she like?”

"Oh, she is very beautiful”, she said. “What did you read in books about fairies? That we kidnap children and girls?”

“Mostly”, you agreed. “And that you can’t be trusted. And you have a specific kind of humor that can be deadly to us”.

“You know a lot”, she laughed. “I will give a piece of advice. Don’t show them that you know something. Better be underestimated”.

“Thank you”, you smiled.

“How did it happen that you appeared in the fairy woods while dreaming”, she said. “Do you want to be there?”

“Maybe, but I didn’t realize it”, you said. “I didn’t even know that I could come there in my dreams”.

And it was true. Morpheus didn’t tell you about that.

“You are fortunate”, she said. “Or not. You won’t just dance and eat. They will make you do different tasks”.

Yes, you know. Like dancing all day long, solving riddles, or telling stories. Or maybe they just make you a slave, like Rose said.

“Are you not afraid?” she asked.

“A little”, you shrugged. “I suppose curiosity is bigger than fear”.

"We're almost there”, she admitted.

And she was right. You came to the beautiful meadow and the castle very quickly. You were very nervous. Likewise, you didn’t know what to expect or how to find Morpheus in a discreet way. You were planning to think about it on your way. But then you met Rose. Well, you need to improvise now.

“This castle is beautiful”, you admitted.

“It is”, the fairy confirmed.

You see a lot of fairies having fun outside the castle. They were all so different. And all of them were looking at you with hungry curiosity. You felt like a mouse surrounded by cats.

“Rose”, a tall, blonde, and handsome fairy, approached you. “Our queen was looking for you. Where were you? Hunting the human?”

“No, I was trapped”, she replied. “And that human helped me. She wanted to see our kingdom, so I took her here”.

The man looked at you with curiosity. You looked at me in response. You can’t be shy, but you pretend to be awed. Likewise, you do indeed see the handsome man for the first time.

“You are cute”, he smirked. “You can be mine”.

“No”, Rose replied instead of you. “She came with me, so she stays with me as well. You can find another mortal”.

“Anyway, the queen wants to see both of you”, he said. “Let’s go before she gets angry”.

And you followed them. Everyone was still looking at you. Titania was indeed beautiful. With her raven-black hair and white skin. She looked at Rose first.

“Where have you been?” she asked. “I was looking for you”.

“I’m sorry, my queen,”, Rose said, looking down. “I was trapped”.

“And what about this mortal?” asked Titania. “Did you finally find a toy ?”

“I helped her”, you said, and the fairy queen looked at you. “I found her in the woods, and she brought me here”.

“And what did you do in the fairy woods, mortal?” she asked.

“I was lost”, you replied. “So I think it’s fortunate that we found each other, your majesty. Your kingdom is beautiful”.

“Very well, you can stay here”, Titania said. “But she is her responsibility now, Rose. OR you know what you can do”.

You felt that you didn’t like what she meant. But suddenly, a big black cat appeared near Titania. And when you caught the glaze of his blue eyes, you felt something familiar. Can it be? But he hissed and tried to escape.

"Oh, darling, don’t be naughty to our guests”, Titania said in a sweet voice. “You have nothing to worry about”.

You were almost sure that it was Morpheus in the form of a cat.

@shadowqueen1318 @mypsychoticlove @justathirstyhoe @ladymoztaza @sapphireonline @deniixlovezelda

#morpheus x reader #dream x reader #sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #the sandman

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tharizdun-03 · 2 years ago

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Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 1: EP 1-7 Watchthrough

i dunno why i decided 2023 to be my idol year, but anyway, we're on Sunshine!!

#1: "I Want to Shine!!"

okay, so unlike the original, sunshine wants to throw all these characters at us at once, and honestly, nice? i feel like these characters are even more immediately gripping and distinct. also, the show looks even better i think? i am liking.

these two share one braincell

#2: "Catch the Transfer Student!"

sunshine is so good, man

best girl

i'm like way more into this than the original love live already and i'm not quite sure why cause nothing it dramatically better, i just think everything is slightly better and that builds up. it's slightly prettier, it has slightly more interesting characters and dynamics, etc.

also, chika is straight up reading the love live wiki right there

the love live songs i have on my spotify so far btw

i love how when i started the franchise i kept reiterating how the idol style and its songs isn't really for me, and look at me now

i mean, still not an idol fan, but bangers are bangers

#3: "First Step!"

oh my god i love how sunshine subverted it!!

the original love live's corresponding scene always stood out to me as its most emotionally effective one, but I think sunshine did almost just as good here, having chika tear up a bit but then bringing the crescendo back with, an all time favourite trope, THE POWER OF COMMUNITY

there's a definite weird sense when watching this show, cause you're aware that it's a franchise very specifically hand-crafted to appeal to its otaku audience that makes it feel a bit grossly commercialized, but that doesn't mean there's only commercial value and no artistic.

artists still make these shows, and i think they emanate a lot of genuine warmth. i think it's telling that they could've continued milking μ's but instead they allowed them to retire and took the risk of focusing on a new set of girls.

#4: "Two Girls' Feelings"

i love how sunshine!! is using μ's as a direct inspiration for our characters here, and how we've tied very specific characters and why they motivate our new cast specifically (the rin one was especially sweet, cause it was one of the cutest scenes in the OG series)

sunshine!! has just done such a great job. i don't think the original ever really shone when focusing on its side cast they way this episode did, so i'm glad to see this new iteration just improving on the franchise's core strengths

#5: "Yohane Descends"

It is very nice for Yohane to be self aware of her chuunibyo stage and her struggle being trying to grow out of it. It makes for a lot of layered comedy, those two clashing sides, but also makes it even more sweet when the others accept her anyway.

Honestly, you don't need to grow out of it. My advice? Channel that creative spirit into something that fits it the best, where you get the most positive feedback from it and the least negative. You can always put the persona on, but it'll impact your ability to make friends. If your IDOL persona is your outlet instead, then that’s the best of both worlds, right?

#6: "Let's Make a PV"

That's it, right there. Community. What makes your town special is not the town itself nor its locations, it is the people. The relationships you forge with those around you, the support networks you can rely on in need, the way everyone cleans the beach together. That's special.

Also, yes, Sunshine!! is kinda bound by the shackles of its predecessor. I think it's fine so far, cause Sunshine is basically the original concept executed to perfection, but any future series is gonna have to do something a bit different.

#7: "Tokyo"

doesn't say word. does a spinning flip over them to assert dominance. queen.

i love how in the meantime there's this tragic shakespearean drama brewing with the seniors lol

late night talks? they are so in love.

I love You's outfits lol. She went through a dozen this episode, but even just her regular hat has her name on it. Like, imagine if mine just said "Theodor." Granted, her name is You, so it's probably easier to find a hat with that already on.

yohane just casually practicing dark chants in the background always cracks me up

i said it before (or maybe i didn't actually) but i went into sunshine!! with expectations of it surpassing the original love live cause from what i've peeked sunshine!! seems to have the best character designs. so far, i am being proven right.

I'd like for our "antagonists" maybe to sometime also be a full on team, and not just two or three people. i understand why they don't do it, cause it's not a show about the rivalry, but if we ever wanted to do that variation, it'd be down.

ALSO IF WE DON'T GET A MUSE CAMEO IN THE SUNSHINE MOVIE I WILL RIOT

EP 8-13 watchthrough: https://www.tumblr.com/tharizdun-03/721261502412324864/love-live-sunshine-season-1-ep-8-13?source=share

#Love Live! Sunshine!!#Kanan Matsuura #Mari Ohara #Dia Kurosawa #Ruby Kurosawa #Hanamaru Kunikida #Yoshiko Yohane Tsushima #yoshiko tsushima #yohane #You Watanabe #Riko Sakurauchi #Chika Takami #watchthrough #8/10

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hiraethhq · 2 months ago

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Welcome to HIRAETH, Ciara, Santiago, & Adeline! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Sierra

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: she/they

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Ciara Winters

AGE: 29

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Heart

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Inventor + Head of Tech @ Riot Theatre

HOUSING: Virgil's Hymn

FACE CLAIM: Julia Garner

GOOD: Energetic, Fun-Loving, Genuine

BAD: Blunt, Critical, Domineering

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND:

- Growing up Virtue would seem like the dream, but Ciara knew people looked at the Winters weird for the family head falling from grace and being Rejected due to running a tonic ring. What's more, as she got older her mom told her she was the product of an affair, a man her mom truly loved but couldn't be with. It felt like she was the last to know, everyone else in on the secret. - The youngest of five siblings, Ciara has always been about finding her own path, not really caring what anyone else expects or wants of her. Because of this, she followed her dream of becoming an inventor, always fascinated by the various tech throughout their city and the ways it can be changed and incorporated into daily life. But god she was not going to be a stuffy Virtue Queen. She wanted to make things that were fun and exciting. That sparked the imagination instead of stifling it. - At 12 Ciara met Art as he was visiting the city, and the two quickly bonded. Given the awkward history in her family, Ciara wasn't super close with her older siblings aside from Charlie. Yet something about Art felt like home. He was the brother, the father figure she didn't know she craved. - When he came back permanently and wanted to open up a theatre, Ciara made it her mission to work on new tech and inventions to boost the experience and make Riot the best damn entertainment venue in all of Hiraeth. When she's not at home working away at circuitry and mechanisms, she's at the Theatre, making sure all the specialized tech is running smoothly.

MUSE INFO

NAME: Santiago Luis Ayala

AGE: 35

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heteroflexible, demi homosexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Diamond

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Mexican EDM Artist @ The Church

HOUSING: Virgil's Hymn w/ Donovan

FACE CLAIM: David Castañeda

GOOD: Passionate, Reliable, Sentimental

BAD: Envious, Hedonistic, Impulsive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND:

- Santiago is the oldest of four, the only son, and a complete and utter mama's boy. When his dad passed from a workplace accident he took his role as the man of the house very seriously. At 12 he joined a local gang and did whatever it took to take care of his family. - At 17 he was at risk of real prison time, but at the behest of Mama Ayala the judge granted him one last chance to turn his life around. Santiago took it to heart, not wanting to see his mama suffer when all he was trying to do was support her. With a lot of effort he eventually got his GED and worked any odd job that would take him despite his history and reputation as a former cholo. - In his mid 20s a friend introduced Santiago to EDM and everything finally clicked. It was easy to get into, but Santiago felt like this was something he was truly good at. It gave him the emotional and creative outlet he didn't know he needed. - Santiago grew popular in the EDM circles and began touring. He always made sure to send a large chunk of his money back home to his family, however, still ever mindful of wanting to provide and support them. - During his touring he met a woman and fell madly in love. So much so that he moved his entire life to the other side of the country to be with her. After three tumultuous years of being on and off again, she made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with Santiago, that he only made her miserable. - Heartbroken and devastated, he moved back home and became a shell of himself for a year, barely leaving his mama's couch, much to her dismay. It was almost by chance when Jonah, Santiago's childhood friend, came by for a visit 2 years ago. Seeing how shattered his friend was, Jonah suggested he come with him to the City they once visited as kids. - Feeling like he had nothing better to do, Santiago agreed. He told his family where he was going and how to find him, so that they wouldn't have to worry. Coming to Hiraeth was the change he needed. Santiago felt the muse come back to him and decided to pick back up performing. His popularity caught on quick, just like it did in his home world, and before long he was assigned a personal bodyguard, Don. - At some point they agreed to move in together, making things easier for the both of them. They became fast friends, finding their personalities meshed well. Santiago was reclaiming his former self, the hurt he held for that long year finally healing. - Santiago often visits home still. He can't provide for his family like he used to, the credits of Hiraeth not transferrable to an outside currency, so every time he's home he begs his family, especially his mama to come be with him. That he can provide everything they will ever need, just as he's supposed to.

OOC INFO

NAME: ashley

AGE: 29

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: cst

MUSE INFO

NAME: adeline aldridge

AGE: 27

GENDER & PRONOUNS: female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual? tba

STATUS: resident

CLASS: virtue

HIERARCHY: caissas

ADDITIONAL: heir of thaddeus "theo" aldridge

OCCUPATION: assistant to dorothy maraschino

HOUSING: st. mary’s palace (alone)

FACE CLAIM: sofia carson

GOOD: resolute, charismatic, composed

BAD: guarded, skeptical, sharp

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND:

adeline is the sole child of the primary aldridge family, their pride and joy at a young age. she had the best tutors to supplement her academy education, an elite social circle of friends to grow up with, anything she could need only a question away. it sounds rather pleasant, if one doesn’t consider that her only value since birth consisted of being the aldridge heir. other children could have dreams and ambitions, and so could adeline, if said dreams involved wanting to ascend to king, wanting to marry another caissas/a queen/king and retaining her family name for future heirs, wanting to further the legacy of thaddeus aldridge. other than one fleeting moment during her time in the academy, adeline has lived up to those goals with careful precision. her academy classwork in the top percentiles, an assistant position with the council, a pristine social circle, her eyes on a prospective partner. life is rather perfect if anyone were to peer into adeline’s glass house (figuratively speaking), and she’s willing to do nearly anything to keep it that way. although she is intelligent and resourceful, adeline’s perception of the world is filled to the brim with virtue propaganda and an added dash of elitism. she believes the founding virtue families to be of higher importance than anyone else, her loyalty lying perhaps more with them than hiraeth itself. virtue is the only faction worthy of one’s time, even if lower ranks aren’t generally in her social circle, and has a surprisingly high distaste for any visitors, particularly alices.

#hiraeth.accepted

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sour-charity · 2 years ago

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Fun story about this romper below the cut!

I’ve had it since I was a man (pictured above) and it became a staple of my wardrobe for many social events. I wore it the night of my 21st birthday to a gay bar in Seattle with my friend Monty. He’d later become my best friend, but at this point we’d only met once before. The night of my birthday we parked and did a shot of vodka in his car before going inside (to save on drinks). Monty had been seeing this guy AJ for a while and I thought they were both very cute so I said “before I get inebriated, I just want you to know that if this night ends with a three-way between you, me and AJ I’m totally fine with that” he agreed, we toasted with another shot, and entered the club.

My first night as an out and proud adult in a gay bar was formative for me. I saw some incredibly fierce drag queens perform, I made out with lots of men (and one woman) on the dance floor, and I got absolutely wasted for the first time in public. It was magnificent. It’s a shame that bar isn’t there any more.

After we’d danced the night away, we went back to AJ’s apartment and started getting frisky in the boudoir. We’re all going hot and heavy, making out when Monty falls asleep. AJ and I looked at each other and rolled him over and carried on right next to his unconscious body.

Fast forward a few years.

That story has become a defining moment of our friendship since we reconnected a few years later. While we were reminiscing about it the other day I found some pictures from that night and said “oh my god! I still have that romper too!” Monty was thrilled, he said I had to wear it to his birthday party. The theme was “The Eras Party” dress as yourself from your fiercest era— past, present, or future. I’d been thinking of a suitable outfit for weeks with no ideas. Yeah, I had this romper in my back pocket, but I no longer felt like it represented my fiercest era. It felt like one so far gone I hardly recognized.

I tend to get very insecure about how I’m perceived in my own community. It all seemed so much easier when I “was” a “gay man.” The more feminine my presence becomes, the more it feels like the gay men I’ve loved for so long are losing interest. And can I blame them? Their whole lives they’ve been fighting for right to love the *men* they’re attracted to, and at what point does that no longer include me? I could never imagine myself pursuing a straight man, nor could I imagine one pursuing me. I constantly feel too feminine for the gay boys and too masculine for the straight ones. It’s an alienating feeling. At what point do I cross the threshold from gay man to trans woman? Short answer: the threshold doesn’t exist. Or maybe it could if I wanted it too. If I asked for a feminine name and pronouns tomorrow, I think people would have a much easier time understanding that! But that’s not what I want. I want to be feminine, sure, but it isn’t so clean cut as “gay man” OR “trans woman.” This must be why I prefer “queer” and “faggot” over any other identity labels. My white-whale romantic partner is someone who’s not only okay with, but actively celebrates my queerness in all its shapes.

Then it hit me. The party. I could add a new twist to a classic Miles outfit! Keep the romper, but add the orange crop that shows off my small but growing tits!! Drop the shoulder, and add feminine accessories!!! Style my hair in a fun side-pony!!!! Now we have a flirty look that takes the best qualities of my past and points them toward the future. It’s a little cheesy, and a lot of fuss to make over an outfit for a single party, but this is a meaningful moment for me as my ever-fluid gender expression continues to change.

I sometimes grieve the loss of the handsome man in that picture. I wonder if I should have tried harder to find happiness as I was instead of changing. Moments like this remind me I am not losing any part of myself to pursue happiness. I don’t have to give up the things that made me happy before. I can still be the gay man I’ve always been, and then some.

I wish I had a better point to end with so I’ll happily say that this night, too, ended with me removing the romper for passionate sex with a man who likes me. Just as I am.

ootd from my friend’s birthday last night 🪩

#I used the term ‘fun story’ loosely lol #it got away from me but I’m happy with where it went #thank you for reading if you did #my face #mine

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 2 years ago

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Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien leader reader

Yandere Damian Wayne x reader or Yandere Damian Wayne/reader Damian Wayne x reader or Damian Wayne/reader

Word count: 2636 words

TW: GN reader, yandere, rebels?, manipulation, adult Damian Wayne (inspired and mostly based off of Damian in Batman beyond & Injustice 2: Gods among us), and Damian might be a TW of his own at this point...

A request by @desertangel12 : Hi, can you do a yandere one shot or headcanon for Yandere older Damian Wayne with a reader who is an alien senator or queen like Padme from Star Wars but include that she has a fighting style like a Jedi (especially Ahsoka's fighting style if you know her).

I mean, aliens aren’t unheard of within the vigilante world. There are heroes like the Martian Manhunter, Miss Martian, Starfire, Superman and so on. Aliens are surprisingly common within vigilante circles.

So, perhaps Batman was chosen to be Earth’s representative on a diplomatic mission to the planet you ruled over, maybe it was a sort of peace talk, to ensure that neither Earth nor your planet got in each other’s way or caused unduly distress for the other.. Damian, through being Batman’s sidekick, would join his father’s side as they both made for your planet.

I can imagine that Damian is quite taken by you the moment he sees you. Whether you look exactly like a human or is simply humanoid. Damian believes that you resemble a piece of art.

The youngest Robin somehow manages to always sit or stand right next to you during meetings, even though Bruce directly ordered his son to stay next to him at all times. You will be none the wiser of his inappropriate knack for staying close to you, after all, you know nothing of earth’s customs and assume it to be a show of peace that one of Earth’s envoys prefers to be close to you.

Perhaps Damian approaches you after one of the many meetings required to fill out the peace treaty. You’ll at first think he has a question regarding the treaty, but instead, he asks you to show him around the city in which you reside.

Now, let us assume that you speak English. Perhaps you’ve been taught previously or perhaps your race just knows all languages. Whatever it may be, you’re delighted that the strange young man, who calls himself Robin, requests to know more about your civilisation. It is, after all, important to know the culture with which you sign treaties.

Whether Damian needs some type of oxygen mask to inhale your atmosphere or not, you get him ready to exit the diplomatic housing within which you have all been residing since the humans’ arrival.

Damian is fascinated by your entire culture, but he is especially interested in the buildings’ architecture, the art of your people and the strange little animals that look like nothing from earth, but which you call pets.

The two of you really connect on a deeply personal level and it feels as if you just click. As if the two of you were made for each other like two puzzle pieces. Damian expresses this feeling to you and you agree, exclaiming, “It’s a shame we were born on two different planets. If I had met you under different circumstances we could’ve been the best of friends”. That sets Damian off, because yes if you had only been born close enough to each other, he is sure that the two of you would have gravitated towards each other like magnets.

As the days go on, you admit to Damian that he is probably already one of the best friends you have ever had. You explain how your entire life was shaped for you to be the best leader of your planet that you could possibly be, that your existence held no other purpose, and as such, you never really made any lasting friendships. Damian is shocked, not by what you’ve told him, but by how similar it is to his situation. He too experienced the exact same thing when he was younger... back when he was being formed into the perfect leader of the League of Assassins. This admission of yours makes Damian feel the need to protect you. He managed to escape his fate, but you’re living it. Damian has friends now, and he has a proper family. You’re living the life you were forced into. Whether or not you enjoy that life is of no concern to Damian. He sees it as you being tortured by the life that has been forced upon you.

Damian will insist on hanging out with you even more, and you might start to feel a little trapped in his company. But you have no one else to talk to, his father is certainly not any great conversationalist. So, you decide to just relax in Damian’s presence and let him do all those weird human things that they apparently do with friends… Like, needing to know where you are at all times, or making sure that no one else enters within an arm length’s radius of you... Such curious creatures they are...

Yeah, that’s just what those weird humans do with their friends. Damian confirms this, and you think to yourself, “Well… If anyone knows about human customs, it must be a human!” It’s this thought process that not only allows Damian to indulge in all his yandere tendencies, but also makes you defend him against your own council, who think that the human known as Robin is getting a little too close to you…

Damian and you might start to flirt a little. At first, it was you who did it jokingly. Damian did not see the joke. The Robin takes your flirting as a declaration of love, and if there is one thing the Al Ghuls are known for, it is their intense courting. Damian will make quick work of the whole affair. If it had been on Earth, he might’ve gotten you flowers and other gifts you might enjoy. He doesn’t have that opportunity on a foreign planet. So, instead, he’ll take out his trusty sketchbook and pencil, then proceed to draw as many portraits of you as he has pages for. When he is done, he’ll give them all to you, along with his heart.

I can imagine you’ll probably accept his feelings, he’s the only real friend you have after all. The only person who ever treated you like a person and not as the leader of your planet. Of course, he’s the only one you can see yourself getting involved with! However, you warn him that your relationship must remain hidden. Your people wouldn’t accept a human as your spouse. Not so easily at least. And if your parents are still alive, they would never allow you to get involved with, what is in your eyes, an alien. Damian hates that you don’t want your love out in the open, but he will relent after much convincing. “If that is your wish, beloved. But I see no reason to hide what is surely destiny.”

Everything goes fine for a while. The peace treaty is slowly getting finished and Damian dreads having to go back to Earth without you. He debates whether or not he should simply kidnap you, but he realises that’d be an open declaration of war, and Earth cannot withstand your planet’s forces directing their aggression towards the little blue planet.

However, Damian doesn’t need to kidnap you, because a traumatic event unfolds. You’re attacked by a rebel force, led by a distant uncle of yours, intent on taking your place of power for himself. The only way he can do that though? Well, by killing you, of course!

Damian is at your side the second the attacks start, believing you to be one of those politicians who are incapable of protecting themselves. Well, you’re no Earthling and that is certainly not how politicians are on your planet.

You’re a formidable fighter, using a strong defence quickly followed by fast and aggressive counterattacks. Damian barely knows what hit him as he watches you tear through hundreds of your uncle’s soldiers. You cannot take them all down, however, and Damian quickly joins your side. Your fighting styles match up pretty well, you’re both aggressive fighters who do not hesitate to jump directly into the action. With your powers combined, (and a healthy dose of help from your own guards), you’re able to push your uncle’s forces back and otherwise decimate whatever is left within your walls.

Bruce is disappointed in Damian after the fight. He killed and otherwise maimed hundreds of men along your side. It goes directly against Bruce’s ‘No killing rule’. Yet, Bruce is not so stuck up as to not see the necessity of the fight and the near-impossibility of not snuffing out a few lives. He is, however, concerned with how much Damian seemed to enjoy cutting down multiple people, just to protect you.

After the attack, it is decided that you’ll be safer on Earth while you write up the last parts of the peace treaty, and perhaps for a little while after. Bruce, who pities you for the heartbreak of having your own family betray you, offers to let you stay at Wayne manor. It is, after all, one of the most secure places on Earth, as well as rather inconspicuous looking.

You accept his offer, and, in private, Bruce lets you know of both his and Damian’s secret identities. You’re hurt that Damian didn’t let you know himself, before the attack, but you also understand the risk that they’ve taken just to come here, not to mention the months that they’ve ripped out of their former schedules, just for the sake of peace. Damian might apologise for not letting you know earlier, but you assure him that you understand.

Once back on Earth, Damian becomes ever more hyper-vigilant. He’ll ask you to not leave Wayne manor for fear of someone outside of the home not understanding your situation or attempting to attack you. (This will be especially bad if you don’t look entirely human). At first, you’ll understand where he’s coming from. It would both be dangerous for you to leave the manor, and it would also be risky for the Waynes. Not only could their secret identities be revealed, (especially if the existence of your planet is widespread knowledge), but if your uncle finds out where you’re hiding, he could end up attacking Earth, and more specifically the Waynes, as a way to get to you.

So, for a long time, you stay within the manor. Damian. Is. Ecstatic. He’s getting everything just how he wants it. You’re literally living with him, on Earth. This was exactly what he dreamed of.

Alfred will know of you two’s secret relationship immediately, nothing escapes his eyes, especially not the lovey-dovey glances you throw at each other over the dinner table. Alfred finds it adorable. He has never seen Damian so happy, and he quite likes you as a person. “What a nice match”, he’ll think. Still, Damian’s obsessiveness doesn’t escape him either. It worries him, the intensity with which Damian stares at you, or the way he makes sure his more youthful brothers are nowhere near you… Alfred is concerned. He’ll keep the relationship a secret, though, mostly for your sake…

Bruce might find out relatively quickly as well. He’s observant, and it’s hard to miss how often you and Damian hang out… and how you guys are sharing Damian’s bedroom… He will sit both of you down and have a talk about the dangers of such a relationship. He won’t be wholly unsupportive, but he is afraid of the repercussions of such a union. Bruce doesn’t pick up on Damian’s yandere tendencies though. Bruce has very little idea of how a normal relationship looks, so he’s not really able to discern anything inherently wrong with Damian’s obsessiveness and possessiveness, he just sees it as a lover’s reaction to their other half being in mortal danger. But Damian needs to watch out because if his father gets wind of his tendencies, he’ll make sure to keep the two of you separated. He’s not nearly as forgiving with his youngest son as he is with his older ones.

As the peace treaty is signed, finished and sent back to your council for approval, you slowly start to prepare for a return to your home planet. Damian is not amused. He desperately tries to convince you to stay on your own accord. Whispering words of love and his anguished need for you at his side while you’re together in his bed at night.

You want to stay with him, you truly do. Yet, you know that your entire planet is counting on your return. You have been trained your entire life to set your own wants aside for the good of the people and even with Damian holding you close…so impossibly close, you know that you can’t give in to his demands.

A few days before you’re set to return to your home planet, the hidden location that you were meant to rule from, while your uncle’s troops were slain, is blown up. No one knows how the rebels knew where you were meant to go, it’s a mystery and everyone suspects that it’s one of your council members that has betrayed you… Everyone except Damian.

In reality, your council is entirely loyal to you and you alone. Still, there was someone who sent off a message to your uncle about where you were supposed to be. Someone interested in you staying in hiding on another planet. Yes, of course, it was Damian who told the rebels.

After your hiding location is discovered, another is found. Yet, that one is similarly blown into smithereens. The next one too, the one after that as well, and so on. It is finally, (at the suggestion of Damian), decided that you will move to Earth indefinitely. Your people are supportive of the decision, rather a leader who lives on another planet, than no leader at all.

You’re crushed. You feel as if you are the worst leader to have ever ruled your planet, yet Damian is there to reassure you that you aren’t a failure and that you’ve just been dealt terrible cards.

I can imagine Damian seemingly doing everything in his power to help your army crush the rebellion, yet, he is actually the one feeding your uncle just enough information to keep the planet too dangerous for you to return to. This is, obviously, not within anyone’s knowledge except Damian, your uncle and perhaps Grayson… He always loved his youngest brother the most, and if you make his baby bird happy, then he’ll keep the green-eyed man’s involvement in your exile a secret.

When you’ve been on Earth for a while, your council starts to press you for a politically advantageous marriage. Damian, (who is considered a war hero on your planet at this point), offers himself up as a possible candidate and your planet’s population is elated. It’s like a fairytale to them. You, of course, accept his proposal, (what other choice do you have). I can see your engagement being broadcasted to your entire planet as a way to keep morals and support for your reign high. It works wonders and Damian becomes the entire planet’s sweetheart… A James Dean for aliens, if you will.

After years of staying with the Waynes, you have never seen the outside of the house. But that’s okay, you weren’t used to being allowed out much on your home planet either. At least here on Earth you now have a husband, and maybe a few friends in the form of Bruce, Alfred and Grayson, (I could see Damian letting you interact with those three, and those three only!)

Maybe, if you’re willing and able, you’ll get a few half-alien heirs, which might end up as vigilantes like Mar’i Grayson, or maybe Damian will keep them locked up behind closed doors, like you.

Damian won’t be disappointed or anything if you don’t want kids, heck! You might not even be able to have any together if your alien race doesn’t genetically match up with humans! Then the two of you will simply grow old together, with you never leaving the manor and no one knowing of Damian’s involvement in the civil war.

Perhaps, decades down the line, some alien historians will dig up Damian’s letters to your uncle and he will be known as the biggest traitor across all of time and space. However, you’re both dead and gone by then, so Damian couldn’t care less.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request. Thank you for this great idea! I hope I did it justice and that you like it. I tried to research briefly Ahsoka's fighting style, but I've never watched Clone Wars or any other media where she was a major character, so I'm not too sure how well I did on that... Anyways, I hope I did an okay job! Have a nice day, and thank you for the request!

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satellite-evans · 3 years ago

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hi can I request what would happen if chris and y/n went to the Oscars and maybe y/n felt a little anxious about it ... I hope this is OK thanks Angela 😊

Be you

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: The only cure for your anxiety : Chris Evans.

Word count: 2.095 words

Warnings: anxiety, insecurity, Zendaya being a queen, Fluff

A/N: Hey, thank you so much for your request! When you guys send me requests, it makes my day. I tried my best writing your request, Angela. Hope you had something like this on your mind <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy! <3

This is an 18+ Blog. I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

“Honey, are you ready yet?”

You weren’t. At least not mentally, but that wasn’t what Chris was possibly asking or thinking about. He wasn’t thinking at all when he asked you to be his date to the Oscars.

Blaming him would be childish, since you are his girlfriend and it’s the most normal thing in the world to ask you to be his date. There was no act of force, either. You could’ve easily said no. But you didn’t, because you were stubborn like that.

Your stubbornness was the reason for your anxiety now.

“Uh Chris, gimme a couple of minutes!”

You scoffed, like a couple of minutes could cure your heartbeat and the fact that your hands were shaking so hard that it looked like there was an earthquake. Why did you say yes? You were going to go there, everyone was going to laugh at you for being ugly, Chris was going to see it too and dump you and you would be back to zero in your life.

Just when you thought of escaping through the window, just like Rachel did in Friends, Chris walked in the bathroom.

“God, honey, look at you. The prettiest woman I have ever seen. Are you nervous about going with me to the Oscars?”

While Chris was waiting for an answer to his question, you were wondering how soft his velvet suit would feel. He looked insanely sexy and you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

“Uh, you okay there Y/N?”

Instead of saying ‘no Chris I’m actually nervous, I don’t want to go I’m going to have a panic attack’ you said : “Pfft, you kidding? I’m totally fine. Let’s go. I am so excited.”

Yep, you were going to die tonight.

“Chris, over here, man! Look this way!”

You had never seen so many cameras together in your whole life. Flashing lights, celebrities who were posing, interviewers with their questions. It all made too much noise inside your brain. Every click sound of your camera made you flinch more.

Chris, noticing you getting uncomfortable, hugged you tighter and started giving you kisses on your forehead.

“Just be you, baby, just be you.” Whispering this in your ear was a great idea to Chris, but it was actually one of the worst. You didn’t want to be yourself because everyone would hate on you. Faking that you were okay was the best scenario for you, and for Chris. This way Chris could enjoy his night and you wouldn’t embarrass him.

Chris spotted Zendaya and Andrew Garfield and walked towards them, knowing that Zendaya could comfort you in a way he couldn’t. He knew you weren’t fine, and that you were lying to him. He saw it on your face. Your lips quivered, and your eyes were not shining when you smiled like they always did.

He hated it, but he knew. He was the reason for your anxiety. Chris couldn’t imagine going to events without you by his side.

“Omg, hey girl, how are you?” Zendaya embraced you in a hug while Chris and Andrew greeted each other with a handshake.

“I’m good. Thanks for asking. Where is Tom?” You prayed to the lord that Zendaya wouldn’t notice your anxiety. Because if she did, that meant that Chris did too and you’ve been lying for nothing.

“Oh, you know him. He doesn’t like red carpets, makes him extremely nervous. Speaking of, how are you holding up? Are you okay? You look a little tense.”

Not having the power to lie anymore, you told your best friend the truth.

“I’m freaking out and think I’m gonna have an anxiety attack. I can’t handle all the cameras on me. The fact that Chris is happy is killing me because I don’t want to ruin that a-"

“Hey hey, calm down, okay? Take a deep breath. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” She turned to where Chris and Andrew were still talking, and gave Chris a sign that the two of you were going.

“Chris, Y/N and I are going to the bathroom real quick. We’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?”

You tried to give one of your best fake smiles to show him that everything was okay. Why couldn’t you be honest with your own boyfriend? Chris just nodded and walked toward you to give a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll see you later, okay? I love you so much baby, you do not know how much.” Scenting his smell was like taking a hot shower on a hard day. Your body relaxed completely, and you finally took a deep breath without shaking. He took off with Andrew while you and Zendaya went to the bathroom.

“ I could tell you to wash your face, but your makeup looks too good for that.” That was the first time you’ve actually smiled that night without faking it. Zendaya always knew how to cure your anxiety, even before you and Chris met.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head right now Y/N, walk me through it.” Lookin at her face, you saw she was concerned for you. After taking a deep breath, you told her everything. How scared you were that Chris was going to leave you. The scare you had that people would judge you and your outfit, basically everything that was going in circles in your head right now. Telling her your problems was always easy since she listened to you without judging.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Z. The only time I felt relaxed tonight was when I smelled Chris’ scent. How do you guys do it? Tell me how you can just stand there looking like a goddess when thousands of cameras are taking pictures of you without feeling nauseous.” How the hell was are you going to support Chris in the media world when you can’t even survive in it?

“You know what I understand from what you just told me? That Chris was your only person who helped you in this entire case. You don’t have to be here Y/N. Tell him you don’t want to go to these events. I mean, look at Tom, he doesn’t wanna go since it makes him nervous. I’m not forcing him just because he’s my boyfriend. Instead, I respect his choice and feel grateful that he trusts me enough to share his emotions with me. Communicate with him. That’s the key here. And don’t tell me about that ‘I have to support him’ crap, cuz there are other ways to support him. Believe in his dreams, show that you love him. I don’t know repost the trailers of his new movies and tell how proud you are. But please, talk to him. It’s gonna make you feel so much better. Girl, what are you gonna do when he smells awful one day, huh?”

The both of you were laughing at the joke. The difference was that you had tears in your eyes and she didn’t. Zendaya was totally right. The only thing that you should’ve done was to communicate with Chris and tell him you don’t want to go to big events. He would understand, he always did. Not believing in your own stupidity, you gave Zendaya a big hug. Or at least tried, since she was extremely taller than you.

“Thank you for your encourage, Z. You’re right, I have to talk to him. And damn girl, that was a wonderful speech. Made me want to thank my makeup artist for using waterproof mascara.”

Smiling once again, she broke the hug and gave you a look that you saw many times before.

“Now talk to your man before I make you, go! I have to fix my lip gloss. But if you don't, I know where to find you and talk to Chris myself!"

When you left the bathroom, Chris was standing there looking at his phone.

“Chris, where is Andrew? Were you waiting for me?”

Looking up from his phone, he gave you one of his biggest smiles that made you melt like an ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Oh, Andrew went inside already. I wanted to wait for you. Are you okay, honey? You looked different the whole night and I don’t know why. Talk to me, baby, please.”

Reminding yourself about Zendaya’s wise words, you talked to him about your feelings.

“Chris, you know I love you, right? I’ll support every decision you make and follow you to the end. But these events, I can’t do this anymore. Every click of a camera makes me flinch. I hate the fact that people are looking at us and thinking that I’m ugly and not worthy of your love. And yes, I should’ve said no when you asked me, but I couldn’t. You look so happy and excited every time I say yes, disappointing you is the last thing I want to do in this world. Accept my apology for not coming to you and explain my feelings sooner. And thank Zendaya, since it was her idea.”

This was the third time you didn’t fake your smile the entire night. And the second time that Chris’ smile melted you instantly.

“Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You don’t know how much that means to me. You think I love these kinds of events? I hate them so much. The only reason I get excited when you say yes is the fact that your scent calms me down and is the cure to my anxiety. When you stand next to me, looking like an angel from heaven that blessed me with their presence, it makes me the proudest person in the world. You know why? Because you chose me, honey. You chose me to love, to support, to hold. Can you believe how incredibly lucky is that I am the chosen one? Your name is in every prayer of mine, Y/N. So if you don’t want to go to an event, tell me. I want to be the last person on earth to make you feel anxious. Don’t be another person for me. Be you, baby. That’s all I want.”

The second speech of the night that made you cry. Your makeup artist was going to have a big raise after this.

“You and you poetic words, Evans. How can you say those things without practicing them?”

Taking you in a hug and smelling your scent, Chris whispered in your ear so gently that you got goosebumps.

“Because I love you, baby. You’re my muse. My definition of love. Let’s get out of here. What do you say?”

Looking deep in his eyes, the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. His poison and cure was you and your poison and cure was him. You wished that the world could see how much you loved Chris. But the world didn’t matter right now. He did.

“Actually, I want to see if Andrew is going to win the Oscar. I want to be there for him.”

Giving you a look, Chris wanted to make sure you were okay with staying.

“I wanna stay, we can go after they announce best actor. Plus, my anxiety is much better right now and I want to sit down because my heels are killing me.”

Taking your hand in his, the two of you walked inside the enormous hall. While he was searching for your seats, you were looking at the celebrities. There were so many celebrities gathered together, it freaked you over once again.

After sitting at the right places, Chris looked at you with a concern.

“You sure you want to stay? I’m sure that Andrew won’t mind if we’re not here when he wins.”

You pressed your lips to his, sharing the same breath. You put your hands on his thigh and neck, while he hugged you closer to him. after a couple of seconds, he released you with a proud smile.

“I am completely fine. Your scent certainly helps me calm. Just stay with me and everything will be fine.”

Kissing you once again, Chris couldn’t be happier with you. He felt lucky that you shared your feelings with him and promised himself something at that moment. He would never take you to this sort of events and would not go himself other than his own movie premiers.

“Whatever you say, honey, I support every decision you make. I love you so much."

"Oh look, Chris Rock is on stage. Looks like we're gonna have a good time."

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metalandmagi · 4 years ago

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Winter 2021 Anime Worth Watching!

Since 2020 basically sacrificed itself to give us the most stacked anime season of all time, I’m currently buried under the weight of almost 20 shows airing per week. So for anyone who’s looking for some anime to watch this winter, here’s some first impressions! I’m speed running my list this time by only talking about the new shows...because otherwise this would be my great American novel.

If anyone’s interested, I have master lists for both 2020 anime and 2019 anime, because there’s no shortage of fun things to find.

New Shows!

And before anyone asks, So I’m A Spider, So What? isn’t on here, because CG spiders freak me out.

Cells At Work Code Black: This...less comedic spin off of Cells At Work (made by a different studio) takes the wholesome concept of Osmosis Jones meets cute anime girls and turns it on its head. In this much more depressing version, we follow a rookie red blood cell who works in the body of an overly stressed, alcoholic smoker who puts every strain on the body imaginable. I love Red Blood Cell AA2153 and his co-workers, but man am I glad we get the regular Cells At Work airing this season too, because I need something fun and uplifting after seeing my sweet son go through hell every episode.

*Heaven’s Design Team: Have you ever wondered how God came up with some of the weird ass animals that live on this planet? Like, what’s the deal with giraffes? And why can’t we have dragons and flying horses? Well this is a comedy about the engineers and designers in heaven creating the new animals that are going to inhabit the Earth. That’s it, that’s the show. It’s kind of in the same vein as Cells At Work, having comedy blend with a surprising amount of educational information. If you want something light and funny, this is the show for you (though I don’t think it needs to have full length episodes). I’m just hoping there’s an episode about how the hell the platypus was created. Also it’s the only new one available on Crunchyroll.

Horimiya: A romantic comedy about a girl named Hori who fits the image of a perfect queen bee and a quiet bespectacled boy named Miyamura who never makes an impression at school. When the two meet by chance outside of the classroom, we see that Hori is practically raising a younger brother by herself, and Miyamura is actually a sweet guy who happens to be covered in tattoos and piercings. This show is an exercise in breaking down the images people have of others in their minds, and it’s a concept that really hits home in a fun and meaningful way. Honestly, this has become one of my immediate favorites. The characters have great chemistry, and I can’t wait to see more of them!

Monster Incidents (Kemono Jihen): When big shot Tokyo detective Inugami is called to a rural town to investigate a series of strange animal deaths, he finds a mysterious boy with the nickname Dorotabo who has been shunned by the other children in town. As the detective gets closer to Dorotabo, he discovers that there may be more...inhuman secrets to the boy than he realizes...and Dorotabo discovers that Inugami has some secrets of his own. This is a hard show to sell without spoiling the first episode, but it had twists and turns that kept me engaged from start to finish. I’m really interested to see where the plot goes, because I thought this was going to be something totally different just from the PV and series summary. If it plays its cards right, this could be a great paranormal detective show!

Wonder Egg Priority: A psychological drama about a girl named Ai who starts having dreams about a mysterious egg that promises to give her what she wants most in the world...a true friend. Before long, she begins to see how the dream world and reality are tied together, and trippy antics ensue. It’s hard to say more without spoiling anything, but I had to go back and add this one in because I made the mistake of thinking it was an OVA when it’s actually a full series. And what a series it’s starting out to be. This anime has all the psychological discomfort of a Satoshi Kon product with the beauty and style of something from Kyoani (even though it’s made by Clover Works). It’s really one of those anime you just have to see to understand.

Sk8-∞ (Skate the infinity): An original skateboarding anime from Bones, featuring a typical sports anime protagonist who takes a new transfer student who has never skateboarded in his life under his wing. Together they compete in dangerous races and take the skating community by storm. The character designs rival Appare Ranman’s in outlandish creativity, and I can smell the main characters’ ship dynamic a mile away (considering they’re exactly the same as the protagonists from Robihachi). If you’re looking for some wild and crazy fun with top notch skateboarding animation, don’t skip this!

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu (Seiin High School Boys Volleyball Club): Yes, it’s another volleyball anime. And no, it’s not just a clone of Haikyu. This story follows Yuni Kuroba, a physically built but emotionally weak teenager who finds out his childhood friend Hajime is moving back to their hometown for high school. Yuni discovers Hajime has become an exceptional volleyball player and they join their school’s volleyball club hoping to turn the unknown team into a rising star. If anything, this anime is much more like Stars Align or Free, where the sport is a backdrop for letting the characters explore their personal problems. Or at least it seems that way after the first episode. I went into this show ready to throw it in the trash because how could anything compete against my beloved Haikyu, but I found myself really enjoying the dynamics of the main duo and I’m curious to see what the rest of the team is like.

And speaking of sports anime rip-offs…..I can’t believe I’m including this but…

Skate Leading Stars: The show where the animators clearly wanted to design another throw away idol anime but saw how popular Yuri On Ice was so they decided to make whatever the hell this show is instead. It revolves around a fictional team sport called skate leading, and we follow the world’s most insufferable main character, a former figure skater named Kensei who wants to return to the ice and join his school’s skate leading team after he finds out his childhood rival is going to compete in the sport. Look, this show is just trashy enough to get a certain type of audience hooked, and it mainly has to do with the best boy of the winter season, Hayato Sasugai, the aspiring team “coach” who pulled most of us into watching this show with his punk appearance, snide comments and smug personality. He’s basically the lovechild of Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima in a high school sports anime setting. The show treats itself with the perfect amount of sincerity to get away with being absolutely ridiculous most of the time without making you feel like you’re watching it from a dumpster...like Try Knights. You will know after one episode whether this show is for you. All I can say is, Hayato is worth the watch, and I haven’t seen any 3D animation used for the skating scenes (yet) so that’s a win for me.

Honorable mention:

Jobless Reincarnation ( Mushoku Tensei): Yet another isekai where the main character is hit by a car (big surprise) and gets reincarnated into a fantasy world...but he happens to remember his previous life and narrates himself growing up as a jaded adult. I’m only including this because it looked amazing animation wise, and I love the opening where getting hit by a car and dying is actually traumatic. And I love the protagonist’s parents (who are retired adventurers who just want to bang all the time). But honestly...the main character is the fucking worst, and I don’t know if I want to keep watching it because of how creepy and weird he is. Like...he’s the hit on your fantasy mom as a baby kind of creepy and weird. But for anyone who wants a cool looking isekai that had an amazing PV, it’s worth checking out.

Continuing Series!

Because the real gold of the season is in all the established anime getting their next seasons, I’m just going to list some of the things that are also amazing and definitely worth checking out if you haven’t already (because I’ve already talked about most of them at some point and don’t know what else to say).

Attack On Titan season 4

The Promised Neverland season 2

Beastars season 2

Log Horizon season 3

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime season 2

Re: Zero season 2 (second cour)

Dr. Stone season 2

Cells at Work season 2

Osomatsu-san season 3 (second cour)

Higurashi New (second cour)

Jujutsu Kaisen (second cour)

Not to mention all the shows I don’t watch that everyone else loves...like World Trigger (which I have seen quite a bit of, but long shounen shows are too much for me now) Quintessential Quintuplets, and Non Non Biyori.

So there’s just some of all the anime airing this season. Hopefully, someone can find something they like. Here’s to a great year...well, of anime at least...

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redorich · 4 years ago

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to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

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insertdisc5 · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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wwilloww · 5 years ago

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point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend. Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness!

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party!

©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

point of no return

“Fuckin’ shithead mutherfuckin cunt basket,” you hiss.

Nothing would turn it on.

You tried pressing the knob. You tried twisting it until your hand rubbed raw. You tried shaking it. You tried begging in your sweetest, most saccharine tone. You even tried giving it compliments.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with three coats of white paint? No?”

Fifteen minutes ago the antique radiator — so old it would probably be better in a museum of old technologies than as a functioning heat mechanism — stuttered to a halt and refused to turn back on.

When you had picked the house out with your best friend, Jimin, you’d loved it for it’s Victorian era charm. But now with the December cold creeping in through the thin window and your refusal to own more than one blanket you were shivering madly, teeth clattering cold. And wildly in doubt of your house hunting skills.

With a heavy sigh and slumped shoulders, you drag your comforter off of the mattress, wrap it tightly over your shivering shoulders, and pad barefoot down the hall. Instead of knocking, you just twist the door handle, letting the door swing open before you with a long, drawn-out squeak. You wince at the sound.

A dark figure sits up from the bed, squinting at you in the darkness.

“Is that—”

“It’s me,” you whisper. If it were anyone else, that response would be useless. But after years of friendship Jimin knows every tune and nook in your voice — the way it sounds when you’re upset, or scared, or — in this case — really fucking cold. “The heater broke.”

“What?” His voice is groggy and sleep-heavy.

“The heater broke. Can I stay here tonight?”

He scrunches his nose and wipes a hand across his face.

“Yeah, sure, uh—” He shifts a bit in bed and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing anything at all. You gulp. It’s the coldest month of the year and the fucker is naked in bed, nothing more than a top sheet thrown over his body, the rest of the duvet crumpled at the foot of the bed. Even though you know he’s one to sleep in the nude (“It invigorates your skin and keeps your body temperature regulated,” he had explained to you once) seeing it, in front of you, just the thinnest piece of fabric between you and your best friend’s junk is a whole other story.

As he moves, the sheet slips down, revealing his toned stomach, only visible by the moonlight flooding through the bay windows of his bedroom.

“Give me a minute to put something on?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, turning around quickly to give him some semblance of privacy, your blanket whooshing out behind you.

You can hear him pad over to his dresser, just three feet behind you. You swallow hard as you imagine him, totally naked, so close to you. Literally within arms reach. If you could only—

“Turn around, I’m done.”

You peek over your shoulder before turning fully, only to see Jimin, now clothed in some pretty short black boxers, climbing back into bed. Blanket trailing, you shuffle after him, climbing into the warm bed from the other side.

You pull your comforter as tightly around you as you can, but you’re still cold. As you turn to face away from your friend, you can’t help but shiver, your shoulders shaking with the chill that’s settled deep in your bones.

“Can you stop shaking?” Jimin’s sleep-adled voice grunts from behind you.

“I’m too cold,” you whine.

“Come ‘ere—”

And before you know it, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging your body backwards until it meets his. He pulls the blanket up and slides in behind you, wrapping himself around your shivering form.

“Better?” he asks while you’re still in shock from the amount of contact he’s just put the two of you in.

“Mhmm,” you squeak out, even as your body continues to shake.

“You’re a liar,” he chuckles.

“I don’t know why you bothered to ask then,” you snap back, wrapping your arms tight around yourself.

You’re not sure if he sees this or if he’s acting on his own accord. You let out a small gasp as he tugs you even closer, his arm slipping under the blanket to press against the skin of your hip. He maneuvers you backwards, your body as limp as a puppet, while you lay there in shock (and a small bit of exhilaration). He presses the back of your body flush against his front and snakes his top arm up the front of your torso until it rests in the center of your chest, gripping your opposite shoulder.

Trapped.

You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. All you can think about is the way he’s pressed up against you, only your thin flannel pajama pants and his even thinner black boxers keeping the most sensitive parts of your bodies apart.

When he shifts, nustling his nose into the crook of your shoulder, you swear you can feel something long and hard press up against your ass.

And suddenly the warmth that is flooding through you has absolutely nothing to do with the shared body heat. Instead it’s coming from someplace deep down — somewhere yearning and desperate — and also from that strange fluttering thing in your chest.

All there is is white. You know somewhere far above you is an endless sea of stars, blinking down on you. But all you know is the grass beneath you and the swimming white sheets that float above and around you.

Someone’s laughing and you turn your face to see him — Jimin — beaming and reaching out towards you.

Somewhere in your mind you know it’s night time and that everything should be dark — and yet, everything around him is lit up and glows with a sourceless light.

Joy rushes through you and as you reach out towards him, he disappears and a new kind of light — warmth — appears behind you.

“I want—” you start to say, but his hand comes up to your mouth, silencing you.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

All there is warmth.

Too much of it, actually.

As your eyes blink open to the dark room, the remnants of some dream, lots of white, Jimin’s smile fall away from your consciousness. You kick your leg out into the freezing air and sigh as the coolness washes the heat from your body. Relief.

The warmth that hasn’t been erased, however, is sitting heavy in your lower belly, pooling and swirling and wanting.

You do your best to ignore it, knowing it’s probably some mix of the dream and the thing that you’ve kept hidden on the edge of your consciousness for too long.

You close your eyes again, wishing for sleep to come back and pull you away from these thoughts. Just as you feel the soft edges of another dream lapping at the edges of your mind, Jimin groans behind you and comes to press up against you again, his hand snaking down over your belly.

Eyes shoot open. There. Behind you. Right between the swell of your ass. You can feel his cock pressing into you, at full hardness. You gasp at the sensation, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth so as not to wake him. Slowly, you try to scootch away from his grip, but he holds you there, his arm only tightening when you try to move away.

It’s not that you don’t want it — you do — your body is singing with electricity at the thought of his hard cock against you, between you, inside you. God, if only. However, it’s the consequences, the unspoken question, the unanswered desires (the answer to which you may just not want to know) that push you away from him.

This is your best friend. The person you’ve always been able to rely on and trust. The man you know you can turn to at any moment and know there will never be a question dangling between the two of you.

Except for now.

As he slowly circles his hips against yours, the most delightful, breathy pants falling from his lips — so soft you can barely hear them — the question looms larger than ever.

Are you in love with your best friend?

However, here, his arm wrapped so tightly around your belly, it’s easy to sink into the desire. To equate the arrival of the question with the arousal rising in your body. To tell yourself this is just pleasure, this is natural.

Jimin’s palm is splayed out across your lower belly, pressing hard against you.

He’s rutting shallowly against you, moving for the sake of his own pleasure. A high note of satisfaction slips from his lips, before a name tumbles shortly after it into your ear.

Not any name.

Your name.

You choke on your own words as you understand it. Confusion rushes over you but it’s quickly replaced by adrenaline as his hand clenches and unclenches around your shirt and he shifts and stretches.

Jimin is waking up. Is he going to say something? Is he going to tell you he didn’t mean it at all? Will he run from you?

His body freezes as he realizes the position he’s in. Wrapped so intimately around you, his hard cock pressed against you.

“Shit,” you hear him whisper. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You squeeze your eyes closed and lay as still as possible as you feel him pull away from you. And then the bed dips just enough and you realize he’s leaning over you, checking to see if you’re asleep or not.

You smooth out your features, hoping he doesn’t catch that you’ve been awake this whole time.

The December morning light is streaming in bold and warm through the window.

Your hand goes searching for Jimin, but all you find is an empty, chilled, pillow. There’s a good chance he’s already headed out for the day to see friends or to run errands and so you assume it’s safe as you tiptoe downstairs to get some water and some much needed coffee. Not that you slept much last night.

As you enter the kitchen, the earthy smell of fresh coffee hits you and you take a deep breath, inhaling the nutty aroma. There’s a full pot of coffee already waiting for you on the counter. You smile. Jimin has always been a considerate housemate, but to leave you coffee in the morning? I’m so lucky to have a friend like him, you sigh as you turn to the cabinet to grab a mug.

“Good morning!” an almost nervous, too-cheery voice sings out from behind you.

“AGh!” you cry, nearly dropping the mug you’re holding. Jimin’s quicker than you are though, and reaches out, just as it drops below your belly button. He’s laughing, his delightful giggle filling the light-painted kitchen but all you can think about is how close he’s standing to you, the mug brushing up against your stomach.

“Got it,” he grins.

“You know you can’t jump out at me like that!” you scold, trying to take the mug back from him. But he turns and goes to fill it up for you.

“I literally said your name twice before you noticed. Someone was too lost in dreamland.”

“Pshh, no, I — you need to be a little louder.”

“Can we talk about last night?” Jimin asks as he hands you a cup of coffee. “I, uh, I think there was an accident, I had a dream you were—”

You panic.

“Last night? Oh gosh yeah! I slept like a rock! Thank you for keeping me warm. I would have frozen to death if it weren’t for you.”

You smile as sweetly as you can at him.

He blinks back.

“I mean — uh, yeah, sure, I mean, you’re welcome but that’s not what I mean —”

“Nothing to talk about!” you chirp, already scurrying towards the stairs that lead back up to your bedroom.

“Hey! I’m trying to talk to you!” he cries as you pad upstairs, making a beeline for your bedroom as the coffee you’re holding sloshes around in the mug.

“Oof, well I’m already tired again, gonna take a nap!”

You sprint up the stairs and as you do you hear him call behind you.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

It hits harder than you want it to.

“Come on, princess. You’re taking forever!”

You’re back down on your bed, swaddled in all the blankets in the house you could find, scrolling through your phone.

“I don’t want to go!”

“Well I do!” The door finally swings open and Jimin stands there, all dolled up for the night out. He’s wearing tight leather pants that hug his toned thighs just right and a half opened black shirt that he’s still buttoning as you look on. Beneath his hands, his chest shows, the muscular planes simple and sheer perfection. A single silver earring dangles from his left ear, the other one filled with a variety of studs.

As you peek out of your blanket fort, you gulp as you take in his flawless appearance. He looks like straight sex, the darkness of his outfit highlighting every muscle and curve.

"You look nice," you manage to squeak, and Jimin blushes, his praise kink showing. "Those pants are..." Hot as fuck? More beautiful than the Mona Lisa? Just asking me to rip them off? Floundering for language, you just let your sentence trail off as he looks on, a pink tinge still dancing across his features.

"You wanna wear them?"

"Pfft, no," you lie.

“Are you planning on getting out of bed?”

“No.”

"Well then, if you're not going to get out of bed and dress yourself I'll do the honors." Jimin stomps over to the tiny door leading to your closet and swings it open. He ruffles through your set of clothes, as disparate from a full flannel collection (one that you are quite proud of) to an evening gown that never got worn. Words you can't quite hear or understand tumble from his mouth in a stream of frustrated mumbles as he seems to be looking for something very specific. "Aha!" he finally cries out. "Here it is."

What he pulls out is not what you expected.

It's a simple piece. A light tan slip dress, one with a bit of a scoop to the bust. One that hugs all of your curves just right and sits low enough the weight keeps the dress exactly where you want it to be and high enough that your upper thighs are deliciously on display - something that simultaneously excites you and scares the hell out of you. You bought it on a whim, hoping it would help you embody your inner club girl (or "inner slut" as your friend Jungkook would correct you - which, if you were being entirely honest, was really what you meant when you spoke about going to the club.)

"That one? Really?"

"What, you wanna wear this?" He turns back to the closet before pulling out a second dress, this one long and emerald green and sparkly with a full slit up the side.

"No." You pout.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Ugh!" you cry, burrowing deeper into your blanket fort. "Itsmyslutdress," you mumble.

"What?"

"Itsmyslutdress!" you mumble, but louder this time.

"Did you just call it a slut dress?"

You pop your head out of the warmth cocoon with a sigh.

"Yes."

"What does that even mean?"

"It is the dress I wear when I want to embody my slutty alter-ego. The dress I wear when I wanna get laid."

Jimin blinks a few times before turning back to you with a grin.

"Well--do you not want to get laid tonight?" he asks slowly.

You gape at him.

Even as best friends, even talking about your hookups, you never really talked about sex iteself. Everytime you brought it up, whether it was at the bar and you were ogling some tall, dark, handsome stranger as if some psychic had promised you he was your entire future, he always seemed to shut down. And yet, around your other friends, he was an open book. "Basically a sex expert," Jungkook had told you once. "A sexpert." He'd added, grinning.

But with you, sex was off the table. You were more open and vulnerable with him than you were anyone in your life - and he with you. But sex was just never on the discussion board for you two.

"Do you wanna get laid tonight?"

"Are you offering?" you shoot back teasingly.

"Of course," he says softly.

Your mouth drops.

Of course? Of course?!

"I mean! No! What? Wait? Can you repeat the question?"

"You said yes," you say slowly.

"What! No! I did not!"

Jimin is basically stomping his foot on the ground.

"You did!"

He looks almost angry and you're not sure whether to laugh at the softness with which he had agreed to fuck you - or to feel hurt by his quick change of mind.

"Did not!"

You break into giggles finally releasing yourself from your cocoon of warmth to sprawl out on the bed in a fit of laughter. Your little tirade is quickly shut down though as the silky fabric of the dress is thrown onto your face and you cough around the material.

"Get dressed. I don't want to be late," he says, his voice flat.

“It’s too cold for the slut dress,” you grumble in a last ditch effort, fabric falling into your mouth as you sleep.

“Then wear a fucking turtleneck and snow pants to the club,” Jimin says. “I don’t care, just please get dressed.”

The door slams and when you pull the dress away from your face, the room is empty again. With a sigh, you roll off the bed and begin to get ready for the night.

By the time you pulled up to the dark, sticker-plastered doors of the club, Jimin had resumed his usually joyful and peppy demeanor, all memories of his little slip up erased from the night.

You knew better than to push him about it. You knew that he shut down when you called him out on these things in the past— like the way his eyes lingered on you for too long when you showed off a new bathing suit, the cute little stutter he donned when he was flustered by you, or the way he would basically run at top speed in any direction away from you when you emerged from the shower, nothing but a towel wrapped around your body.

As you are swallowed into the sea of dancing figures and booming bass, you feel his hand come to rest on your waist. Pushing further into the crowd, his touch is reassuring. Steadying. His way of keeping a hold on you without actually holding onto you.

He sees them before you do, and quickly grabs onto your hand, tugging you forward into the mass of swaying figures. Waving and yelling their names, the two of you tumble towards your friends. Jungkook and Raven stand near the bar, their faces lighting up when they finally spot you in the mess of strangers.

Raven embraces you first, his arms pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I wanna dance!” Jungkook says before you can even step away from Raven. Drinks abandoned, Jungkook has grabbed both yours and Jimin’s hands and drags you out to the dance floor.

The bass courses through you as your friends surround you, bopping and swaying to the barely understandable lyrics.

Jimin has always been a good dancer. A great dancer, actually. His moves range from absolutely side-achingly hilarious to -- dare you say it -- undeniably sensual.

He twirls you onto the dance floor, the two of you falling into your usual routine of swinging and laughing and kicking all around.

And as the upbeat and perhaps misplaced summer hit switches to a more sensual song he matches it naturally, letting his hips sway and glide to the rhythm. He pulls you along with him, twirling you more slowly. When you twist into his grasp, he doesn’t hesitate to take you into his arms, pressing you against him.

As his arms come to wrap around your shoulders, you can’t help but press back into him.

Raven winks at you and you grin back at him, shooing him and his teasing away.

It’s easy to fall into this. Easy to fall into the sway of Jimin’s body and the safety that comes with being pressed so close against him. You fit perfectly into his body, every one of your curve the antithesis to his. Like two puzzle pieces.

You let your hand drop down to his thigh, gripping it for stability as you sway your hips against his. The muscle tenses beneath your touch and you take that as an opportunity to roll your ass against his crotch.

He meets your movements, grinding back up into you, his hand dropping to your waist where he grips you tightly and guides your movements even further back into him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers in your ear.

His body pressed against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The nights the two of you have spent in your kitchen, sliding around in socks and grooving to your favorite music, springing each other around your shared house — all of those hours, all of those years make it so when he moves against you he knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly what you want him to do. You move in tandem, as if you are sharing a brain, a story, a body.

You tilt your head up to him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Why not?”

“I-I can’t mess up.” He says, but he continues to sway at your back.

“You’re not messing up. I like this.”

As you reach behind you, letting your hand trail up beneath his shirt, you can feel him press into your touch. Chasing it, searching it out. But as your hand trails back down, fingernails scraping delicately against the skin, he seems to snap out of it and steps back from you, even as he keeps his hands on your hips.

You turn, trying to pull him back to you, but you see his brow is furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Just fine!” he says, just a little to cheerfully. “I-I just think I’m done with dancing for tonight.”

Even as he says it he pulls you closer to his chest.

“I’m going to get some drinks, do you want something?”

“You don’t want to dance with me?”

“I— uh— it’s not that.” He shakes his head.

“Please, come on, it’ll be fun,” you groan, tugging on his arm. But he stands firm and stiff. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“I don’t want to dance tonight. Just go on ahead.”

You look your friend up and down. Jimin was never one to turn down an opportunity to dance.

“Okay,” you say, painting a smile on your features even as your heart aches slightly at his rejection. “I just want you to have fun. Do you want me to come with?”

“No--it’s okay. I’ll be back, alright?”

“Alright?”

You watch as he disappears back into the mass of people. You stand still, wondering What the hell just happened?

However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted as Raven reaches out to you, pulling you to him in a graceful spin.

“Distract yourself, darling,” he says with a chuckle. “He’ll come around, don’t you worry.”

Before you have a chance to process his words, Raven spins you out again in the crowd.

You stumble just a little bit, until hands come to rest on the dip of your hips, lingering there just enough to stabilize you. However, they quickly release you as soon as you are standing tall again.

“Oh, ah, thank you,” you half-yell as you turn around, attempting to raise your voice above the noise.

The man who stands behind you is undeniably gorgeous. Tall, with a dark lock of hair hanging into your forehead and the most beautiful smile.

“No worries, it happens all the time,” he grins at you. “What’s your name.”

You yell back at him, but when he can’t hear you, you step closer to him, pressing against his chest to speak your name into his ear. His hand comes down on your waist as you do, lightly.

“My name’s Hoseok. You can call me Hobi though. Care to dance?”

You grin up at him and nod. You’ve never been one to turn down a dance partner.

He takes your hand, quick to find the rhythm of the music.

Hoseok is a natural. As each song progresses, his dances become more intricate. He’s happy to lead you through them and you can’t help but laugh as he spins you around the floor while others are swaying and grinding. You’ve never had this much fun with a stranger, but as he moves against you, you can’t help but think of the way Jimin felt pressed so close to you earlier in the night. It’s just not quite the same.

It’s easy to get lost in him, in his beaming smile and witty jokes that he bends down to whisper in your ear. He compliments you freely, and you do the same in return.

As the night continues you and Hoseok dance closer and closer until he’s pressed deliciously up against your back. You find yourself lost in the sensation of being embraced by someone, even if it isn’t the person you’d want to be there.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you wanna come home with me?” The man leans down, the husk of his voice brushing deliciously against your ear.

“I can’t.” You say, turning back towards him. “But thank you.”

“No problem,” he says, leaning down to chastely kiss your cheek. “Can I ask you a question before you go?”

You nod.

“Does your refusal have anything to do with the man at the bar who hasn’t taken his eyes off of us since we started dancing?”

“What?”

He nods over your shoulder, back towards the bar. Through the crowd, you can barely see your friends, but as you reach up on your tippy toes you see them all gathered around, laughing and talking. And then at the edge of them is Jimin. He stands tall and proud and with an unusually grim expression on his face. But when he sees you looking at him, he quickly averts his gaze to his drink, which he is continually swirling in his hand.

“You’re going home with him, aren’t you?”

“Well, duh, he’s my roommate, I—”

“You should go for it,” he interrupts you.

“Go for it?”

“Go for it.”

“There’s nothing there,” you state, matter of factly. “We’re just really good friends!” You’re not sure why you tell him this, but there’s something soft in his eyes that spurs you on.

“Good friends don’t eye fuck each other all night.”

“We weren’t—”

“No need to explain it to me.” He holds up his hands. “But it seems like you have some explaining to do to him. Or at least to yourself.”

You sputter. “Psh! What! No! I’m just tired, Hobi, and if I had the energy I would be fucking you right here, right now, on the dance floor. It has nothing to do with Jimin. Nothing at all!” You realize you’ve got your finger poking into his chest and you quickly draw it back. “Sorry.”

“Okay…”

“Well.” You put your hands on your hips, wiping the frustrated look off of your face. “I should go, I guess. It was nice dancing with you, partner. I’ll be the first to admit you got great hips.”

He’s laughing, and you’re not sure if it’s at you or with you, but when you extend you hand for a friendly fistbump, he meets it with all the enthusiasm in the world, pulls you into a hug, and is off on his merry way, off to find a new dancing partner.

Left alone in the middle of the floor, you kind of just stand there, mulling over what the stranger had said to you. Soon though, you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around to see a blank faced Jimin.

“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m all good!” you chirp, perhaps too cheerfully. As you begin to make your way back to the bar, his hand comes to rest on your lower back and you shiver at the touch.

“So you’re not going home with him?” He nods back in the direction of the disappearing stranger.

“Why would I?”

“Well, you wore your slut dress, so I figured he was a contender.” He doesn’t meet your eye.

“I didn’t want to fuck him.” You stop, and turn to him.

He laughs, almost nervously. “Well I guess that’s an important factor.”

“Yeah, just a minor detail,” you shoot back, grinning.

“I guess it’s all for the best. Didn’t like the looks of him much anyways.

You giggle. “What? Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t be jealous.”

“Can’t be? Or aren’t?”

Jimin blinks back at you, an expression of utter surprise on his face. You know his answer in that moment, and yet — there is a kind of doubt that sits in you. That until he says it, it just won’t be real.

And still, he avoids your question.

“I think I’m gonna head home, do you wanna come with or head back with Tae and Raven?”

“I’ll come back with you, there’s nothing left here for me.”

“Great,” he says, a small smile on his lips. “Let’s go.”

“My heat is still out,” you call.

You’re standing at the door to his room in nothing but your pajama shirt. When you’d gotten home Jimin was quick to wish you goodnight and sweet dreams and book it up to his bedroom. You had gone to your own room and changed into sleep clothes, only to climb into bed and realize just how fucking freezing your blankets still were.

But as you stand outside his bedroom, when you press down on the handle, the door is unusually locked. He never locks the door, you think.

“Jimin!”

You push down on the handle, jiggling it obnoxiously as you hope your best friend can hear you from the other side, and isn’t just ignoring you. As you rattle the metal handle, something seems to come loose within the door and all of a sudden the door is swinging open inwards and there’s Jimin, leaning against the backboard of his bed, legs spread, and--

“Oh no—”

Even as your hands flash up to cover your eyes, you know it’s too late.

You’ve already seen it.

It’s imprinted on your brain. The image of Jimin with his head thrown back, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock hastily pulled out of his jeans. He must have been in such a rush he didn’t even bother to pull his pants down. Instead, the leather pants are simply tugged down just enough from him to slip his cock out of them.

“What the fuck!” he yelps.

“Did I—interrupt?” You can’t help but burst into giggles, even as you keep your hands firmly clamped to your face.

“Yes! Yes, you did!” he says, scrambling for the sheet. He pulls it over himself and then does up his pants again.

“If it makes you feel any better you have a nice looking dick!” you squeak out from behind your hands.

He wipes a hand wearily over his face.

“You really wanna have a conversation about my dick right now?”

“See a dick, converse about a dick, am I right?” you laugh nervously.

“No, no, you’re not. It usually goes like ‘see a dick, forget the fact that you ever looked at a dick.’”

“You got a point there.”

The room falls into silence for a moment before Jimin coughs and speaks.

“You can take your hands away now.”

Ever-so-slowly you release your hands from your face, looking over at Jimin who looks — not upset, not embarrassed, not angry — but intrigued. He’s looking at you with a mix of curiosity — and something else. Something you can’t quite put a finger on.

“Welp, I better be going—”

“I thought you said your heat is still out.”

You turn back around slowly.

“...It is. But I can go. I don’t want to make you feel… uncomfortable.”

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable. I don’t know if you could.”

“I’ve definitely made you feel uncomfortable before. Like that one time I put peanut butter on your special pickles and tried to fry them—”

“Okay, okay, maybe in like, a superficial way. But not in a deep way.” He pauses. “You’re my best friend for a reason.”

You’re still standing in the doorway, and as he looks you over — gaging your reaction, reading your emotions, trying to understand what’s going on in that far-off mind of yours — he realizes you’ve got your arms wrapped around your torso, protecting yourself from the biting draft that drifts down the hallway.

“Come ‘ere. You’re sleeping here tonight.” He says it without hesitation.

You look at him, and then back down the darkened hallway, and then back at him, the warm glow of his bedside lamp painting his features gold. His cheeks are still slightly flushed, his chest peeks out of his loose button down. And perhaps it’s that image that draws you to him — or, what you tell yourself in that moment, the inviting warmth of the layers of blankets on his bed and the radiator that sits close by.

You climb into bed, quickly tucking yourself into the blankets and rolling onto your side, away from him. However, you can feel his hands reaching out towards you, pulling the blankets closer to you, tucking you in further to their addicting warmth.

“I’m uh, gonna read for a little bit, is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, course,” you say, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow you’ve stolen and burry your face into.

He rifles through the nightstand. Behind you, he shifts, getting a bit more comfortable and you can hear the comforting sound of pages turning as he begins to read.

Even as you close your eyes, sleep evades you. As much as you try to banish it from your mind, it seems as if the image of his thick cock is burned into your retina, the vein on the underside of it swollen and pronounced. All you can see in your mind’s eye is Jimin, lost in his own pleasure. His face scrunched, eyes squeezed shut. What would it be like to see what he saw, whatever it was that had him gripping his cock so tight the knuckles began to turn white?

“So do you usually masterbate without porn?”

It slips out before you know what you’re saying.

He coughs behind you, and it sounds like he’s choking.

“What?!”

Well, you think. Now that it’s out there I might as well just go for it. You flip over onto your otherside, face half hidden by the blanket.

“When I walked in on you — you were just… lost in thought. No video or audio or,” you nod at the book he’s holding. “Rip off of Half a Hundred Colors of Dark-White.”

He gapes at you.

“Why are you so obsessed with my masterbatory habits, hm?”

“I-I’m not! I’m just curious, like one would be when they accidentally catch their best friend masterbating. We all, you know, do it. I, myself, have a very lovely connection of multi-colored vibrators — all sizes and shapes and, uh, textures? And vibrations and settings and speeds and—”

“So you wanna talk about it then?” He’s still sitting above, looking down on you. He cocks an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You didn’t want to talk about last night but you want to talk about how I get myself off?”

It’s your turn to gape.

“Uh, what? Last night, psh no!”

He readjusts his position so he’s facing you now, one leg bent and propped up, the other one folded beneath it. You do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face, and not on the prominent bulge that is now in your direct line of vision.

“So you weren’t grinding on my cock last night — or god forbid tonight at the club — But you wanna know about my masterbatory habits?”

You swallow and despite the chill air of the bedroom, you sit up, letting the blankets fall around your waist.

“I suppose that is what I’m asking.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you lick your lips. You know what you’re asking. You know where you’re pushing things. Everything about this next step terrifies you. And yet, it’s all you’ve been thinking about for the past 24 hours. Hell, the past several years.

You’d be lying if you said that last night’s dream was the tamest of the ones Jimin starred in. He haunted you. His image, his being, were everywhere you turned. Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

“You know, most friends talk about this kind of shit.”

“Do they?”

“Yes. They talk about sex. They talk about getting off. They talk about their interests and turn-offs and fantasies and--”

“And you wanna talk about this?” His hand lands on yours. You look up at him as he squeezes your fingers within his warm grasp.

“I-I guess I do. Sometimes it bothers me that we don’t talk about it.”

“Then let’s talk about it,” he says, a little bit more confidence slipping into his voice. He picks your hand up, weaving his fingers in between yours. The way he looks at them reminds you of someone looking at a beautiful vista or an undiscovered creature for the first time. There is wonder -- and also confusion -- in him. “I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I never wanted to… turn our friendship into something that you didn’t want. Something that made you uncomfortable.”

“And I didn’t want to push.”

“Push me? Into what?”

You glance down at your hands. “I don’t know, something that you were disgusted by.”

“I could never be disgusted by you. It’s the opposite, actually.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away? When I want to talk about things? When I want to be close to you?”

Jimin is silent for a moment.

“Because I’m never sure if this is just fun to you,” he says softly. “What if something happens and you realize you don’t want it in the way you thought you did?”

“And what if something happens and it’s exactly what I want?” One hand still resting in his grasp, you reach out with the free one to clutch onto his shirt. Not wanting to push too far, you make do with tangling your fingers in the silky fabric, twisting it around yourself until you are lost in it.

You don’t see it coming. His hand reaching up to yours, pressing your hand to his chest. Slowly, he slides your intertwined hands up until he can press your palm to his chest. Beneath the fabric you can hear the gentle thud of his heart beating, quicker than usual. And there, he just holds it. Mulling. Contemplating.

“It feels like I’ve been distracted…” He licks his lips as he considers his next several words. “...for weeks. Probably longer. I’ve been trying to hold everything in because it’s not supposed to be there. But the temptation to just give in… To just lean into the things that I want… It’s always there. It doesn’t go away. But--sometimes I can distract myself from it.”

“What is it that you want?”

His gaze flickers back up from your lips. The look in his eyes is searing. Burning. There’s desire there — one that’s all consuming — but something else too. He refuses to look away from you, instead roving over your whole face as if he’s trying to memorize it. As if when he speaks next he might forget you entirely. And that’s when you realize. It’s not confusion dancing in his eyes. It’s loss. He thinks he’s going to lose you.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t have it.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s trying to hold back. “There— there are lines that once you cross you can never go back to.”

“Jimin, I want you.”

The words hang in the stilled silence of the room like lead, suspended and out of place. But you push on, and as you do, his grip tightens around your hands and he’s pulling you forward until you’re flush against his chest.

“And it’s not because of your monster cock -- although that’s like a really really great benefit that I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting--” Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Anyways, I want you for you. I think I’ve wanted you since I met you, but--” You glance down. “I’ve been too scared to admit it. Too scared or too dumb.”

Jimin raises your chin so that you are eye to eye. He’s so close.

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home -- and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

“Then don’t.”

“Simple as that,” he laughs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He tightens his grip and you instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, tugging him closer to you.

“Simple as that,” you repeat.

The words hang in the air for a moment, filling the space of the bedroom. And then their sound is gone, leaving the air vacant of sound. The weight of what you’ve both just said crashes down upon you.

Simple as that.

“I want to kiss you,” Jimin whispers. “Can I kiss you?”

“Always,” you barely manage to mumble before your lips are crashing together. They begin clumsily, desperate. Teeth knocking together as you both scramble frantically for connection. For the missed years. For the gazes thrown across the hallway, quick and longing.

And then you find your groove. Just like on the dance floor, there is an unspoken communication to the way that you move together. Chasing and pursuing. Biting and pressing. You gasp as Jimin slips his tongue between your lips, swiping against the roof of your mouth.

It feels like forever and no time at all that you’re wrapped up in his arms, his hands climbing the height of your back as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

As the kiss slips into gentleness, you feel him between your legs. He’s impossibly hard. You don’t know if it’s thought or basic instinct that leads you to press your hips forward, sliding ever so slightly along his length. You know you’ve done the right thing when he groans into your mouth. You do it again, this time swiveling against him. His hands snake down to your hips, fingers digging into the fleshy bits of your sides.

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” he groans against your lips.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

He kisses you fiercely and you let your hands wander beneath the silk of his shirt, tracing the planes of his skin until you’ve had enough and need more. You attempt to tug the fabric up, but he seems lost in your lips.

“Off, please,” you say when you can’t get it over his shoulders.

He grins at you and shucks it off in one go, tossing it onto the floor.

You lean back just enough to admire him like this, the planes of his chest glowing dimly in the light of the lamp.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur in awe.

He captures your lips again, his movements soft and dutiful. And then with all the gentleness in the world, he turns the both of you, cradling the nape of your neck as he lowers you down onto the pillows.

“I never thought I could have you like this.”

“Me neither. I-I don’t know if I can go back.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I already know I don’t want to go back.”

You smile up at him, a feeling of warmth and love spreading through your chest. As he sits back, looking down on you, you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it to join his discarded top on the floor.

His eyes rove over your naked form, bare of everything except for the grannie panties you slipped on before knocking on his door. At the beginning of the night you wanted nothing but to make sure everything was thoroughly covered. Now you wish you had gone for something a bit more stylish.

Even as you think this, looking at him you know he doesn’t give a flying fuck what you’re wearing.

He leans down again, kissing you. He lets his weight rest just enough on you as he settles between your legs and you arch up at the dull contact.

As he bites down on your lip, you push up into him, searching for more.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Please,” you gasp.

His hand comes down on your thigh, pushing you open just enough. And then, as he comes back to kiss you, he slips his hand down your stomach, fingers teasing at the waistband of your panties.

You can’t help as your hips buck up as he slips a finger down your folds. You’re already soaking, arousal quickly coating his finger.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers against your lips, gaze searching yours. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

As the final word slips out of his mouth, he inserts the first finger into your tight entrance and you yelp in pleasure, the feeling of him filling you more sensation than you could imagine. Ever so slowly, he begins to pump it in and out before adding a second finger.

“I want to get you ready for me,” he murmurs. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want it,” you gasp as he presses against your g spot. “Please, I need it, please, Jimin, fuck me.”

“Patience, baby. I will in due time. But first I need you a little more stretched out.”

When he adds a third finger, the pressure building deliciously in your abdomen, there’s nothing you can do to hold back the way your body jerks or the whine that slips through your lips.

“God, I never even imagined you would sound this desperate, this beautiful.”

As he continues to press against the soft spongy spot inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep control but quickly losing it.

“You thought about this?”

“Of course I thought about it.”

“Tell me what you thought about,” you pant, his fingers still working rhythmically in and out of you.

“The list is endless,” he murmurs. “I think about what it would feel like to fuck you. What it would sound like to have you call my name. What it would be like to have you cum again and again around my cock, and then walk out of here, with it dripping down your leg so that anyone who sees will know it too. To have you so fucked out and screaming that everyone in a ten mile radius knows exactly who is fucking you so well, who you belong to.”

“Ah!” you cry as your orgasm begins to build. “Jimin! I’m so close, I--”

And just like that, his fingers are gone from your clenching walls and you are left with a feeling of absolute emptiness drifting through you. He pulls back with a smirk.

“Wha--”

“When you come, I want it to be around my cock.”

Your gaze flickers down to his crotch, where his dick is straining against the tight confines of the leather. “That just can’t be comfortable,” you say, your voice shaking even as you unapologetically eye his obvious arousal. “Please take them off. I’ll make you feel good.”

“You can?”

“I want to,” you explain. “I want to help.” You look up at him again and see that his gaze is dark with desire. “Can I?”

Slowly, he nods, and you reach out towards him, for the buttons to his jeans. As your fingers land on the cold metal of the button, his come down atop yours, popping the button open expertly.

As you slowly slide the zipper down, you swallow.

Everything about this feels right. There’s the sensation of a fire burning in your chest. It’s not just wanting his body. It’s chasing the feeling of electricity sparking through you every time he touches you. Chasing the want of his hands, his gaze, his everything focused on you. Something twinges in your heart. Even as you want these things, you know it’s not fair to ask them of him, to expect them of him.

He stands to slip the rest of his pants off and you realize he’s not even wearing underwear. You gulp as you watch him strip, his beautiful body soon revealed in the dim lighting. His cock stands at full attention, deliciously hard and poking against his belly.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“I want it more than anything.”

The bed dips underneath his weight as he climbs towards where you lay. He lowers himself above you, expertly balancing his weight so that it doesn’t crush you. With one hand, he reaches down to palm his hard cock, the tip red and angry with need. With his knee, he pushes your legs wide open, making room for himself and spreading you out before him. At a devastatingly slow speed, he lines himself up with your aching center.

“So wet for me, princess. You’ve always been beautiful to me, but spread out like this, just waiting for my cock? You’re a dream.”

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what?”

As he comes to nestle his cock in between your dripping folds, you whimper with need.

All you can feel is his cock, his touch against your skin, the way his presence surrounds you and envelopes you.

“Please,” you whisper. “I need you, Jimin.”

He chuckles.

“You’re so desperate, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“My baby wants me to fuck her?” He slides slowly in and your back arches devilishly at the sensation of his fat cock stretching you open for him. He watches your facial expression carefully, not wanting to hurt you or push you too far too fast.

When he sees you relax just a little, he pushes in even further until he’s nestled inside you to the hilt. Once he knows you’re comfortable, he lets himself slip into the pleasure of you wrapped all around him. His eyes flutter closed, and he nestles his nose into the crook of your neck.

Gathering himself, he takes a deep breath, pushing up off of you so that he can better look down at you, your hair splayed on the pillow, cheeks warm with arousal, eyes wide in pleasure.

“God, you’re perfect for my cock. Like you were made to fit me.”

“Mmf, so big,” you groan as he shifts inside you. “Never felt this full before.”

As he begins to move, you gasp, hands coming up to cling at his back. The drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt is divine and you can’t help as your nails dig into his skin, raking down the planes of his back.

His eyes never leave your face, tracing your pleasure every time it flashes across your features.

“When I imagined this,” he pants, “I never even thought it could feel this good.”

He withdraws at a maddeningly slow pace, until just the tip of his cock rests inside your warmth.

“Please Jimin,” you gasp. “I need more.”

He smirks down at you. “More?” He gives a shallow thrust.

“More,” you groan, trying to push your hips down on him, anything to take him further into you. However, his hand quickly comes down on your hips, stopping all movement.

Leaning down to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, you gasp into his mouth as he thrusts into you with a great force. You cry his name as he bites down on your lower lip, the pace he sets brutal and exactly what you need. Each thrust rolls through your entire body, setting your nerves alight. When he gives a particularly hard thrust, your spine arches, hands slipping away from his back and coming to wrap around his wrists.

When he growls, you clench at the sound.

Your eyes flicker open in time to see his mouth gape and he groans when you do it again.

He answers your tightness with another roll of his hips, this time changing the angle just enough that it hits your g spot directly. You spasm around his cock, crying out as he continues to fuck you.

“You’ve ruined me,” Jimin gasps. “Nothing else, no one else is going to be like this. I wanna fuck this cunt until you can’t think of anything else.”

You start to respond, to tell him how much you want that, but his hand comes down on your clit, rubbing just gently enough that you’re yelping in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.

“I’m really gonna fuck you now, baby. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t anymore, okay?”

You nod, reaching down to your clit where your fingers brush against one another. You look down to see his cock rutting in and out of you, coated in your juices. As he withdraws his hand, he begins to pick up his speed.

The pace he sets reaches deep into your body, setting every nerve alight. You cling to him, begging him to fuck you harder. His cock seems to reach every single sensitive spot within you as rock your hips back up to his, meeting his every movement. He lets you now, lost in the feeling of your bodies moving together, seeking the same pleasure together.

When his pace begins to stutter, thrusts becoming long and rough, you know he’s close to his end.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he groans. He begins to sit back up and withdraw, but you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him towards you, the other one coming to press on the dip of his hips.

“Come inside, Jimin.”

“But--”

“I’m safe. I want to feel you come inside me. Wanna come with you.”

He groans at your words and lowers himself to you, letting his hips grind against yours in a tide of sensation. Each movement pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm until three words are tumbling from his lips and you are tipping over the edge.

He kisses you as you both ride out your orgasm, waves of pleasure washing through your body and into his as if you are connected on more than just a physical level. His lips are soft against yours, guiding you through your orgasm. Everything is breathless and wildly full, all at once.

Pulling back as his cock twitches within you, he peppers your neck with kisses, his plush lips pressing softly against the delicate skin beneath your ear.

“I love you, baby,” he murmurs against your skin.

“I love you too,” you hum, eyes fluttering blissfully closed as you tangle a hand in his hair, pressing him closer to you.

That’s how you fall asleep. Tangled up in each other, bodies meshed together until there’s no way to tell which way is up.

You wake up wrapped in warmth. The kind of warmth that radiates from your heart, shining on outwards and into the room around you. And, as your eyes blink open, you notice it also radiates from the absolute furnace that clings to your back.

“Mmm,” the furnace grumbles, rubbing his nose against the soft nape of your neck. You can feel him press his lips against the top of your spine, his breath fanning delicately against your skin. “G’morning.”

“Morning.” You speak softly, as if any noise will break the memory of last night, his whispered affections against your skin as you drifted off to sleep still hanging in the air. Too loud and you will shatter and destroy the memory. The words of his confession still carved into your skin, your mixed pleasures riddled through your body, the song of his joy and laughter emblazoned into the room -- all of that, you think, will disappear if you move too quickly or speak too loudly.

However, that notion is quickly banished when Jimin rolls over and groans dramatically, spreading his limbs out until he starfishes over the entire bed -- including you. With a little grunt, he flips over on his belly, shimmying over to you. Pulling the blankets down around you, you gasp as the cool air hits your skin.

He’s quick to rectify this as he rolls onto you, resting his head on your stomach, blowing a raspberry into your skin. You screech in laughter and as the sensation rushes through you, tickling you.

It takes a minute or two before you calm down, looking lovingly down at the man who holds your heart and running a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his forehead.

“I love you, you know that?” he mumbles into your belly.

“Do you?” you giggle, doubt still riddled in your mind.

His eyes shoot up to yours.

“Of course I do. Is there any question about it?” You look down on him, worry in your gaze. “Oh, baby.” He’s quick to prop himself up on his hands, but still stays sprawled out atop you, his weight heavy and comforting. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you--” You open your mouth to tell him there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but his hand comes up quickly and covers your mouth, effectively shushing you. “--at least I knew I was going to love you the first time I saw you. I knew I was going to fall madly and deeply in love with all of your quirks and strange obsessions and deep passions and maddenly horrible humor. And I knew I loved you a year in, and every day after that.”

You look down on him, tears welling up in your eyes at his sincerity.

“Come ‘ere,” you say, pulling him up towards you. He crawls up your chest, playfully nipping at your bare breasts before settling against you. He kisses you. Lets you sink into the sensation. And then he pulls back and says,

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.