#magic is supposed to be good then obviously they could just talk shit out maybe? not talking it out is weirdly realistic but still

[forever-rogue]

Okay so normally I’d do this off anon, but honestly I’m really hurt by it and just wanna submit something for your writing pleasure if you’d like to write something like it. So recently I was meant to meet up with someone that I thought was so different than other dudes I talked to and he just completely ghosted me. He used to wake me up with good morning beautiful messages and now I’m left with absolutely nothing. I was hoping you could make on where that happens but it’s like a mess up with the towers or something and then Eddie or Steve shows up with flowers and everything like days later when they realize the readers not gotten any of their messages. They explain it and show them how they didn’t go through and reader just throws themselves into their arms crying and saying that they didn’t think they were good enough for them but the boys just prove to them how amazing and wonderful they are.

AN | This would feel so terrible! Luckily, Eddie is not the type of guy to just ghost someone 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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"You're doing it again," you looked up from your phone and found Alicia watching you with a knowing little smile. Your entire face flushed with warmth as you locked your phone and tucked it away, "mhmm, just like I thought."

"Shut up," you groaned, throwing her the middle finger as you walked to the kitchen. She might have been your best friend and your roommate, but damn. She read you too well sometimes, "mind your business."

"How am I supposed to mind my business when you're pining over some boy?" She sang the last word and you business yourself with making some tea, "a certain boy that calls you princess and beautiful and angel. Now that's like romance novel level shit."

"I…no, ugh. Stop," you pleaded with her, trying to hide the fact that you were grinning widely and flushed like crazy, "he doesn't do that."

"I've seen the texts," she tutted and you hid your face behind your hands, "its alright, babe! I think it's really sweet actually. He's totally into you."

"Maybe," you sighed softly, "but I do like him a lot. He's really sweet."

"Are you going to see him again?" Yeah, you sure hoped you would. The first date with Eddie had been nothing short of magical. You didn't believe in love at first sight or anything of the sort…but Eddie definitely had you questioning that. And that was scary in and of itself, "I feel like you need to. I'm personally invested."

"I will," you promised, tummy swirling with butterflies. The mere thought of seeing his pretty face again made your heart flutter, "I want to see him again. Alicia, ugh, I really like him already."

"So romantic," she agreed as you put a little honey in your tea. You stirred it thoughtfully before taking a long, slow sip. You hoped the tea and its magical powers would cause your head to remain straight and your thinking in order. Before you could say anything else your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, "speak of the devil."

Your heart started to pitter patter excitedly as you contemplated whether or not to answer it. Obviously you wanted but you didn't want to seem too desperate. You looked at Alicia and she just pushed the phone towards you. 

With a groan you grabbed your tea and phone and rushed to your room, accidentally slamming the door behind you.

"Sorry!" You called out before taking a moment to catch your breath before answering the call. Your heart almost stopped when you saw his pretty face beaming at you through the screen, "hi."

"Hey pretty girl," oh no. His voice was soft and smooth like honey and velvet. He was definitely going to be the death of you, "how're you?"

"Hi handsome," you set the tea down and flopped onto your bed, trying to act calm and casual, "I'm alright! Just got home a little bit ago. Work was…rough. Just one of those days I guess. How are you?"

"Ahh, you know, same old, same old. Got some pretty rad ideas for DnD for the next time the kids are in town," he waved his hand around, causing you to giggle. He was always so expressive, and it was a quality you enjoyed about him, "but my day is much better now that I've gotten to see your pretty face."

"Stop," you buried your face into your pillows, groaning loudly as Eddie laughed. He loved getting you all flustered and shy, "you're being gross and mushy!"

"I'm only being honest," when you allowed yourself to look back at your phone you found him smiling softly, "I've got a question for you, if I may."

"Of course…"

"Will you," he paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer, "go on another date with me? Maybe this Saturday if it's not too crazy of an ask?"

"Yes!" Your answer was given without hesitation, so excited that it caught both of you off guard. Eddie's cheeks pinked as you gnawed on your bottom lip, "I mean.. yeah, that'd be cool. Totally works for me. I'm so cool and calm about all of this."

"Such a little dork," he leaned back, stretching and taking a moment to collect himself. He didn't want to seem too desperate, and the fact that you were so eager made him feel so good. He'd never had someone make him feel this way before; but he'd known from the start that you were special, "I like it - you."

"Me too," you promised softly, "what did you have in mind?"

"Let me surprise you," he suggested and your curiosity parked up, "I'll pick you up and we can go on an adventure. Whaddaya say?"

"Sounds like you've got yourself a date," the two of you exchanged shy smiles, the anticipation buzzing between the two of you, "now, tell me about these DnD ideas!"

Eddie was so easy to listen to and got so excited that it made you excited. You didn't really understand much of what he was saying, but you still enjoyed listening to him talk about his passions.

This was going to be a problem. You really liked Eddie Munson. It was almost scary how fast and easily it all happened. 

Just like that. 

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You had a couple of days before you were going out with Eddie again and you'd been buzzing with energy the whole time. You were so excited to see him again. You'd only known him for a little over a month but it felt like you'd known him forever. Everything came so easily with him, so naturally. It was like your heart had been waiting for something all this time and you'd finally found that in Eddie.

And it all felt so great. 

Until it didn't. 

It was Wednesday morning, and when you checked your phone after you got up, you didn't have anything from Eddie. Which was odd considering you'd woken up to good morning texts from him for the last month. You tried to push down your disappointment and figured that maybe he was just really busy. He wouldn't ignore you purposefully. 

You went about your morning routine and headed out to work, still without having heard from Eddie. By the time you went to grab lunch, you decided to text him. You'd been getting nervous and wanted to make sure he was alright. It was so strange not to hear from him at all, especially when you'd grown so used to talking to him throughout the day. 

Unfortunately your text went unanswered. By the time you got home, you were both worried and mildly annoyed. He could have spared you at least a quick text or something.

"What's got you so upset?" Alicia clocked your mood as soon as she walked in the door. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching a glass of wine as you stared off in thought. You thought you were hiding your dour attitude a little better than that. Apparently you were very wrong.

"Nothing," you drained the rest of your glass and shrugged your shoulders. Alicia grabbed the glass and set it onto the counter, raising an eyebrow at you, "fine. Eddie hasn't texted me all day."

"What?" Her mouth formed a small o in surprise as you nodded, feeling pathetic, "how…why. That doesn't make sense! He's practically in love with you."

"Okay, that's dramatic but yeah," you let out a long, heavy sigh, "its just weird. He's not normally radio silent. He says something at least but I haven't heard a thing today. I hope nothing is wrong and he's okay."

“Let’s not go to that extreme either,” she gently nudged your side, “I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe he forgot to hit send on his text or he’s just really busy. You’ll have a good night or good morning text tomorrow for sure.”

“I hope so,” you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into your glass. Drinking wasn’t the answer, but it did cut through some of your nerves, “I don’t think he’s the type to just suddenly ghost me, but I guess nothing these days is that surprising.”

“He wouldn’t,” she promised softly, “and if he did, we’ll track him down and make him suffer. I got you, babe.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. You just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint you. 

You contemplated sending him a good night text night, going back and forth on it for way too long before deciding fuck it. You highly doubted that you would come off as clingy and even if you did, you didn’t care. After over a month and a half of constantly talking, this was such a strange change of pace. 

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The next morning your texts remained unanswered and there was nothing new. The only notifications you had were the usual ones from your friends. You weren’t sure if you should be annoyed or worried. Your second date was supposed to be the following day but at this point you weren’t so sure that was going to happen. 

In a spur of the moment decision, you decided to try and call him. But as soon as you hit the green button to call him, the call went straight to voicemail. Alright…so more than likely his phone was dead. That wasn’t so strange, right? Eddie was a self-confessed scatterbrain so he’d probably neglected to charge his point the night before. You hadn’t left a voicemail, instead shooting him a text to find later asking if he was okay. 

All you could now was wait…and hope that you heard something from him. You had been so sure and convinced that Eddie was one of the good ones and hated the idea that you had been wrong all this time. 

But as the time wore on, your phone remained drier than the sahara. You hated that every time you received any sort of notification you scrambled to grab your phone, hanging onto the last bits of hope that you were going to hear from Eddie. Your abysmal hopes were crushed by the end of the night as you crawled into bed and went to sleep. You didn’t bother to try and reach out to him again. 

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Saturday rolled around and you felt absolutely crushed. You were supposed to have your second date with Eddie that evening but didn’t even hold out any hope for it considering that he’d been mia for over two days now. The outfit you’d picked for your date tonight was hanging against your closet door, taunting you. You’d thrown it together as soon as you’d ended your last facetime call with Eddie.

With a heavy heart you pulled off the back of the door and set the hanger back among your other clothes. You’d decided to busy yourself with doing some of the chores around the apartment that you’d been putting off including going through and organizing your makeup and closet. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that you’d been ghosted, stood up, whatever you wanted to call it. 

Alicia worked this weekend, so at least you had the place to yourself to wallow around and be sad in peace. Despite the fact that you’d basically been dodging her as much as possible, she knew what was up; she was your best friend after all. She’d already started planning a girls’ date night for a few days from now when she was off to surprise you and hopefully cheer you up. She was such a kind spirit and you loved her a lot.

You decided to text Eddie one more time, probably a desperate attempt. You wanted to see if he was at least willing to give you some sort of explanation for his sudden disappearance. You felt like you were owed that much at the very least, right? After all those sweet words and plans you were left with nothing. A small part of you was still worried that something had happened to him, but it was unlikely that something that bad had happened. 

You spent the day working yourself to the bone before taking a hot shower and calling it a night early. At least if you were sleeping your thoughts wouldn’t keep wandering everywhere. 

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Sunday came and you were up bright and early. Your body really didn’t want you to get any extra rest despite it being the weekend. You stared at the ceiling for a while before getting up to start getting around to doing things. You felt so pathetic being so hung up over a boy but you know, the heart wants what it wants or whatever that expression was. 

You’d taken the time to make some breakfast and coffee and sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your social media feeds as you ate. It was a random knocking on the door that caused you to startle. You set down your coffee as you slid off the stool with a grumble as you walked to the door. You didn’t even bother to see who was at the door before cracking it open. 

“Yes?” you asked, brushing some of your wild bed head out of the face.

“Hiya,” you knew that voice. You knew that voice. You looked up and there was Eddie Munson standing in front of you, pink cheeks and a boutique of your favorite flowers in one hand. He held up his hand in a weak little wave as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Hi?” you asked as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Eddie, what are you doing here?”

 “Umm, well, I hadn’t heard from you in a few days so I figured I’d come say hi,” he sounded so nervous as confusion marred your face, “that sounds so pathetic and I feel like some weird stalker. It was just that we’d agreed on a second date and then I hadn’t heard from you and it just felt off. I thought we’d been getting along so well and I, umm, I…I really like you. I also just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“What are you talking about?” you weren’t totally tracking what he was saying but he seemed so genuine and sincere, “Eddie, I haven’t gotten any texts or anything in days from you.”

“What are you talking about?” he was shaking his head, a few curls falling out of his messy bun, “i’ve been texting you and everything.”

He looked so crestfallen at your words that it did make your heart stumble for a few beats. But then you remembered the upset you had gone through the last couple of days and you shook your head. The tension flowing between the two of you was palpable, “that’s such a bullshit story, Eddie. Did you come here because you got bored or something?”

“I mean it,” in his haste to show that he wasn’t lying, he almost shoved the flowers into your hands as he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He fumbled around for a moment, hands shaking with nerves as he tried to pull up the messages that he’d been sending to you…allegedly. Eventually he pulled up your message string and turned his phone around to show you everything.

You made a small sound of surprise when you saw a slew of texts that he had sent to over the last few days. For whatever reason your texts hadn't gone through to him….just as his hadn’t sent to you. You Sighed heavily, letting out a breath of exasperation as you shook your head. You blinked back a few tears as he let out a nervous laugh, “Eddie…”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said softly, “but umm, I didn’t want you to think that I just ignored you and I wanted to make sure nothing happened. It just was weird not hearing from you again. You can look through my phone i-if you want. I’m not talking to anyone else or anything, only you.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you set the flowers down gently on the granite countertop before taking his hand and pulling him into the apartment. You closed the door and handed him back his phone before grabbing your own and showing him the same thing on your end. You watched his eyes widen in surprise, “but I was worried about you too.”

“Yeah?” his big brown eyes lit up with excitement as you nodded, “umm, I can go if you’d like. I’m not sure where to go from here or even if you’d still want to-”

You knew he was a nervous rambler, it had been one of the first endearing qualities you’d noticed about him. But this time, you cut him off by taking his face in your hands and kissing him. That seemed to shut him up immediately and his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Neither of you wanted to let go, only pulling apart when you both needed a breath of air. 

“Umm, does that mean you don’t want me to go?” his cheeks were a dark pink and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek. 

“I don’t want you to go,” you confirmed softly. Relief flooded throughout your body and all the worry and anxiety you’d been experiencing were slowly leaving. You hadn’t been imagining that Eddie really liked you - he did. He did. 

“Cool,” he gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, “I don’t want to go either. I was hoping you hadn’t totally decided you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. ‘Cause I kinda really like you already.”

“I kinda really like you too,” you promised, the two of you exchanging shy smiles and nervous chuckles. You didn’t know why your texts hadn’t gone through to him and vice versa but it really didn’t matter. You were just thankful, among many other things, that he had cared enough to come and find you. Eddie Munson really hadn’t turned out to be one of those guys, “thank you for coming, and the flowers. That was really sweet of you.”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, “I know this is short notice but would you want to go out with me today? We can still do what I had planned for last night.”

“Right now?” you grew excited as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Right now,” he confirmed as you nodded, “but I can let you change first. I mean, you look gorgeous even in pajamas, but you might want some real shoes at least.” 

“Oh,” you just realized that you were still in sleep shorts and a tank top with messy hair, “oh. Yeah, changing might be a good idea first. But then I’d love you to go out with you, Eddie.”

“Rad,” he whispered more to himself than anything else, “one more thing since I hadn’t been able to say it in a few days - good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning handsome,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he stole another kiss from you, “me too.”

[iceheap]

plssssss more aarmau / aaron head canons i will eat em UP

Hmmm I have one I thought up a few months ago but it might be a bit meta.

So basically you know how Aaron doesn't have a personality at all in both nystreet and MCD? I think it's pretty obvious that the fact he has no defining characteristics or traits besides being a former lord and him hating Zane is obviously the fault of Jess and Jason, not Aaron's. But I do think this is interesting from a limitation perspective.

See, I don't like completely rebooting a story concept, I like to work with the limitations of the original source material to create depth, not something brand new. I've been doing the same for Zane as well, though we can talk about-face him another time. I like to use the peices that are already there in a story and add everything else around it. Sure, I will do canon divergences here and there, but if I can use something in the original canon and keep certain events as close as possible, I will.

So, Aaron's severe lack of personality. It's obviously because of bad writing. But what if it wasn't?

Shad is a very interesting character. Mostly because we don't get the exact details of WHY, exactly, he turned out so... Twisted.

Like as a creature itself, Shad is weird. He used to be a good person. I genuinely believe that Shad was never evil, just assigned a set of abilities he couldn't really handle. He kind of reminds me of Chat Noir because of the way he and Irene's magical dynamics are so similar to Marinette and Adrian's. Irene was the light, and Shad was the darkness.

Now, sure, we have the absolute shit-show that was MCD season 3 and Mystreet season 6, and the ensuing retcon that has Irene kind of be a terrible person? Which, I have a headcanon about that retconed version of the story that I might write and post on AO3 one day, but for the sake of my sanity I consider the original story of Shad's betrayal canon. The other male members were in love with Irene and stabbed Shad in the back.

Thinking about it, though, where was Irene in all of this?

What, exactly, made Shad into the Shadow Lord? Irene would have reasonex with him. If Shad had come out of the altercation alive, he could have been reasoned with. Yes, maybe Irene's communications skills were lacking due to centuries of immortality and maybe she caused a misunderstanding that led him to the dark side, but Shad was not a BAD person. Temperamental, traumatized, tired and emotionally disregulated, sure. But he was not a bad person.

That's if we're assuming Shad lived.

I think he didn't.

I think the other male divine warriors killed him.

Of course, Irene would not have been okay with this. And they probably would have had to do it behind her back. Maybe they chose a time they knew she would not be there. Maybe they told Shad Irene agreed with their plans for his death.

But Irene loved Shad. She maybe didn't know how to show it anymore, but she LOVED him. She would have never let him die.

Shad probably didn't know that though.

So he dies. And somehow, Irene finds them. The others try to explain, at first, but it's moot point because for the first time in multiple lifetimes, Irene emotes. She shows an emotion. She feels something.

She tries to heal Shad. She's a healer after all. It's what she does. She tries.

It doesn't work.

She tries again.

It doesn't work.

She tries and she tries and she tries and she tries and--

And Shad comes back.

But it's not right. There's something WRONG. Irene fucked up. Because Shad is dark, and Irene is light, and they're not supposed to MIX.

So Shad comes back as an angry, furious, broken shell, twisted and dark and evil and angry. And they fight him and they win, and Irene locks him away, and the Irene looks around at what her companions have TAKEN from her and she can't STAND it anymore and so she locks herself away and sleeps, because she doesn't feel ANYTHING and she wants to FEEL and--

Anyway, we know this story. So what does this have to do with Aaron?

What if Aaron isn't Shad? What if Aaron is a PEICE of Shad?

Because light and dark aren't supposed to mix, but when they do, they create something unstable. And like any chemical bond that does not want to exist, it explodes. And what did it explode?

Shad.

And what part of Shad did it explode?

His soul, of course.

The heart of darkness. The Shadow Lord. These are PEICES of Shad's soul. He was fractured.

And that's why Aaron has no personality besides things like revenge and being a lord and helping raise Lilith and loving Aphmau and nothing else. He was the peice of Shad that carried Shad's humanity, but NOTHING ELSE. He doesn't have the Shadow Lords Passion and anger and rage. He shows glimpses of it, but only enough any other human would show. That's why he's blank and distant and doesn't emote. His heart is gone, and with it, all the deeper complexities of emotion.

He has no hobbies or interests. He just fights and eats and sleeps and drinks water and functions from a creatures instinct, because he's human, but he has NOTHING ELSE.

He's also probably the only peice out toghether enough to reincarnated. But he's missing things and that's why he's so bleh.

Anyway, yeah, that's my hc for Aaron's lack of character development. And I think it's super interesting that Irene would have fractured Shad without realizing it. She was probably too desperate to bring him back to realize how much damage she was doing.

So yeah! Aaron is a peice of a whole and that's why he's WEIRD AF thank you for coming to my TedTalk WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 30: Two Sides of a Coin

Summary: You struggle with an inner turmoil.

Word Count: 1,864

Author's Note: I just want to take a moment to say again to all of you wonderful readers how much I love you.

Masterlist

You couldn't be sure exactly when it started.

You had entered into this whole thing with good and pure intentions. You really just meant to be friends. And that's what it was for a while. Loki was stubborn, and your friendship with him was hard-won. It was something you prided yourself on. Something you treasured. Loki needed a friend. Which was why you felt so guilty when you started wanting more.

It felt a like a betrayal. You were betraying Loki and your heart was betraying you. It had crept up on you when you weren't looking, which was a really shifty thing for a heart to do. Maybe you should have expected it, you did spend a lot of time with him. He was funny and charming and his looks certainly didn't help matters. He was a magic space alien god prince, a fact that you constantly tried to remind yourself of in an attempt to curb your ridiculous crush. It didn't really work. It might actually add to the allure, which should probably be concerning.

You glanced up from your wheel. He had come to visit you in the studio. He'd been doing that more often lately. You weren't about to complain. It was so nice to have someone to talk to. Or not talk to. It was relaxing sometimes to just sit in silence with another person. Today he sat in the chair next to the door, reading. Your eyes began to follow his legs as they stretched out in front of him before you swiftly forced them back to focus on the clay in your hands. You couldn't afford to get carried away. You needed to be more careful. You'd been pushing it a little recently. Okay, you'd been pushing it a lot. New Year's Eve you had an excuse, you had been drinking. The night of the blizzard, on the other hand... that was just shameless. You had no regrets, but it was still shameless, making him share the couch with you. He didn't seem to mind but it wasn't his first choice. Or his second. His first choice had been to walk home through a snowstorm. You tried not to think about what that might mean.

Then again, he had walked through the same snowstorm just to check on you. What did that mean?

You risked another glance at the god. He was still reading, unaware.

Obviously, it meant that he cared about you. A lot. That thought warmed you straight down to your toes. You wrapped it around yourself like a blanket. Late at night you might think about it and imagine how things could be if it was more than a friendship. Sometimes, you would dream about him. It was a something to fall asleep to, but you did your best to keep those thoughts in check during the light of day. Nothing good could come of it, especially if Loki is nearby. It makes it more likely you'll do something to slip up and he'll find out. He is probably going to find out eventually, he is a walking lie detector. You've managed so far by avoiding certain topics, wording answers carefully, pivoting subjects. One day, though, he would figure it out. That will be a harrowing day. Until then you would enjoy what you had. Who knows? Maybe you would get over it before then.

Shit. You let this train of thought distract you from your work. This was supposed to be a cup. It'll have to be a bowl now.

"I thought you were making mugs today?" You nearly jumped, and tried to put on a calm expression. "Yeah, I am. This one didn't cooperate. It wants to live its life as a bowl instead." You cut the now-bowl off the wheel and set it aside, then gathered a new lump of clay. "Is it frustrating when they have their own ideas?" "Occasionally." You tossed the clay onto the wheel and set it spinning, centering it. "You seem a bit distracted today." Loki noted. This was veering into dangerous territory. "Do I? Maybe it's the alien in my studio." He shook his head. "No, no, you've worked under those conditions before. It's something else." "You just never want to admit to being the cause of my problems." "You would never consider me a problem." You could hear his smirk. You avoided looking at it, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Why was it so hard today? Usually you could keep it under control while he was around. It was the legs, you decided. Stretched out in a long, slow slope to the floor. It took a lot of concentration to only look at them through your periphery. You didn't have the capacity to do that while keeping everything else in check. You should probably make sure you weren't drooling. Your mind drifted back to the night of the blizzard. His legs stretched all the way across the couch. They were pressed against you, closing you in against the back of the couch. You had never slept so well. It had been worth it.

He closed his book, alarm bells went off in your head. "Darling, truly, are you alright?" "What makes you ask?" "It appears you've made another bowl." You let the wheel drift to a stop. He was right. "Maybe... I should take a break."

You avoided his gaze as you stood and crossed to the mixing room to wash your hands. You could hear him stand and follow you. A quick glance over your shoulder confirmed he was leaning against the doorway, looking smug.

"I think you may be more than distracted." That smirk was coming through his voice again. "Oh?" "Yes, I think you are possibly on the verge of flustered." You groaned. "Loki, please." "Perhaps it is my presence after all." You hung your head to hide the heat rising to your face. "If I agree, will you get out of my hair?" "Oh, I could never do you such a disservice." You finally looked at him. He was grinning, his shoulder rested against the door jamb, one ankle crossing the other. You looked away before you could focus too much on the cut of his figure. "How chivalrous." You pushed past him and called to Ash as you walked out the back door.

Outside was easier. Loki walked beside you as you strolled around the field, but it felt less closed in. You took in the fresh air and tried to get your head on straight, walking one of the paths that he had so graciously cleared through the snow.

"Thor tells me they're close to finalizing the plans for the hall." Loki walked with his hands behind his back. He looked regal. "That's great." You tossed a stick for Ash. "I know he's put a lot of work into it." "Yes, it's been one of his greater efforts." Ash brought the stick to Loki. Loki took it without hesitation and threw it across the field.

You couldn't help but smile, seeing him so at ease. Just like that your mind was wandering again, picturing a domestic Loki. You imagined walking like this every day. Waking up every morning to see his face. It was nice to dwell on for a moment. Only a moment. You tried to push it down again. It was ridiculous, the idea of you and Loki. He was a god, and regardless whatever allowances he made for your friendship he still did not think very much of humans. Even if that weren't the case, you've seen the Asgardians. You've yet to meet a single one that wasn't absolutely gorgeous. You certainly didn't compare.

"What is on your mind?" His gaze felt intense but that was likely just your reaction. You realized you had been staring at him. You needed to answer. You couldn't lie. You couldn't tell the truth. You cleared your throat. "Are you up for lunch?"

****

You were a little out of sorts today. Loki couldn't discern why. He probably shouldn't poke and prod at you as he had been but he just couldn't resist seeing your rattled reaction. You seemed to take it well enough. You were a good sport.

After lunch he followed you back to your studio. Rather than return to your wheel, you entered the little room at the back of the studio instead. This room had plastic tubs and vats with lids, all filled with glazes, he knew. You had shelves of items that had been through only the first stage of firing. Bisqueware, you had called it. Apparently the pottery was especially fragile in this state, until it could be fired at a higher temperature. There was likely a metaphor there, Loki thought, but he couldn't be bothered to dig it out.

You carefully lifted each vessel from its place on the shelf and methodically dipped it into a glaze, or sometimes poured or dripped glaze over it. You seemed to be very particular in your process, which confounded him. It all looked like sludge as far as he could tell. In fact, there were several glazes that he could not distinguish from one another aside from the name written on the container. You, however, could somehow look at them and see the final product. Once a piece was coated to your satisfaction you set it aside on a board for easy transport later. Loki looked over the half-complete pottery. The un-fired glazes were all dull browns and greys and chalky pastels. He always marveled at the contrast between this and the vibrant, glossy colors they would wear once they came out of the kiln.

He leaned against the table and watched you work. The two of you made idle chat, you seemed a little more comfortable now. He had stopped teasing you, perhaps that was it.

During a stretch of silence he noticed you grew tense. Eventually you set down the pitcher you were working on. "I have to ask you something." He sat up slightly. "Yes?" "What are you waiting for?" He cocked a brow. "What do you mean?" "It's been ages." You glanced to the side and wrung your hands. "Weeks and weeks since I tricked you into that meeting with Brynjar. You haven't gotten me back yet." A truly wicked grin spread across his face. "Oh, haven't I?" You looked uncertain now. "No. You haven't. Right?" He stood up straight and took a step toward you. "Have you ever considered the torture of anticipation?" "Loki..." He could hear a nervous edge in your voice. He stepped closer again. "Have you not spent all this time wondering?" He began circling around behind you, you kept your eyes forward, frozen in place. "Glancing over shoulder? Second-guessing your steps?" You were fidgeting but still didn't turn to him. "How long will it go on, I wonder?" He stepped closer behind you. "How long can you stand it, little bird? Knowing you're being stalked," he leaned in close to your ear and spoke low, "but never knowing when the beast will pounce?"

He saw you shiver then, and assumed he understood why.

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[byersfanclub]

making this post again and being more detailed and explaining more. 

Why Ted’s “And no sweetie pie” comment throws me off and if it’s meant to be aimed at Will or Mike’s GF that Ted and Karen know nothing about. 

gif cred: bylrndgm

So, I know a lot of people’s first thoughts to this scene are “Why would Mike make that face?” If it’s directed at Will. I get you. I see you. Usually when you see a grimace, confusion or annoyance, you’d want it to be about El because ofc we want Byler endgame. 

(edit 3/26/23) Personally, when I see this expression on Mike’s face, I see annoyance that his father is teasing him. Kids hate being teased by their parents. Ted seems to tease Mike a decent amount from what we’ve seen. “Our son with a girl?” or the “If your friend jumped off a cliff, would you?” and other little remarks throughout the seasons that Ted has said about or to Mike. He’s annoyed that his father is teasing him about Will, maybe this is first time Ted has said something along the lines of Mike and Will being “in love” (ofc Ted probably doesn’t actually think this, but parents tease their kids all the time about their friends that they’re close with) OR/AND it could be mike just thinking of having to face el, idk 🤷‍♀️ On my last post, I had a few people in the replies say some retorts which could definitely be some explanations... If we had more evidence to back them up. I understand that my theory is purely a theory as well, but that’s because I also have no hardcore evidence that Ted is referring to Will as Mike’s “sweetie pie” this is just what makes the most sense to me.  So one of the few things people tend to bring up whenever I’ve spoken about this before is that fact that Karen was eavesdropping on Mike and El’s conversation in s3. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tvm_CxOg-Rg

Now, this very well could be indication that Karen knows that Mike has a girlfriend, there’s still not enough hard evidence that that is the case. Their conversation doesn’t have enough evidence, for all she knows it could just be one of Mike’s friends. Mike is friends with Max by now, who’s to say he couldn’t have another friend that’s a girl? The only line in their conversation that’s even slightly incriminating is “I can’t see you today” but also who knows how long Karen was listening in? Does Karen know Hopper is taking care of some girl? I thought no one was supposed to know? If anything, I think this could have more to do with Karen as a character in general because she def knows something is up, rather than her knowing Mike is dating a girl.  Another thing about that in general is with Ted’s teasing about Mike, I feel like it would have been the perfect and prime opportunity for Ted to tease Mike about having a girlfriend. That makes such perfect sense for his character and for Mike’s dynamic with his father. But that’s just imo.  Now, the next thing people bring up is that fact that Karen and Ted know about a girl who escaped and was potentially being hidden by Mike in their basement. This is fact, we know this happened. They know about this dangerous girl. But why on Earth would that equate to Ted thinking that Mike is dating this girl years later? And she now lives in California (either close or with the Byers) That’s very odd to me. Either I remember s1 wrong or Ted and Karen magically found out about El from the time skip between s3-s4. Or they know Mike just randomly has a girlfriend in California that they never show us any screen time for us to know that they know.  Lastly, they never show El interacting with Karen or Ted or Nancy or Holly when the pull up into the Wheeler’s driveway. Minus Mike’s shit monologue and then basically not talking to one another (so romantic) If Mike and El were on great terms, wouldn’t this have been a good time to be like “Mom, Dad, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, El/Jane.” That literally doesn’t happen lmao. Very odd. They don’t even ask who she is.  Overall, this obviously ties back into Ted’s “And no sweetie pie.” comment. With all of this said and done, does it still make sense for Ted’s comment to be aimed at El/Mike’s mysterious girlfriend that we’re never explicitly told that Karen and Ted know about? No. Not really. At least not in my mind. But it sure as hell makes sense for Ted to be teasing Mike and for it to be just another piece of foreshadowing Byler endgame. 

Fin.

[last-flight-of-fancy]

more incredibly indulgent ff14 fic lets go

WoL: Hallima, Au Ra, he/they

Timeline: late in the first half of Shadowbringers, after Bismark's journey.

Alisaie and Hallima have a talk on the ocean floor.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Hallima looks up from where they're sitting on the only semi-flat rock they could find that was at least sort of dry, and raises an eyebrow.

"Limsa, obviously."

"Oh don't you sass me." Alisaie rolls her eyes, strolling down the hillside until she stands level with the outrcop and can look Hallima in the eye, hands on her hips. "You're not supposed to be going off alone."

"Blame Thancred for not keeping a good enough watch then." It was supposed to be a joke, but the words come out a little too harsh. Thancred had definitely noticed Hallima leaving camp, he just knew to leave them to it.

Aliasie's lips thin as an automatic reaction to the bitterness in their tone, but then her countenance softens, and she sits next to them on the damp rock.

"I know Ryne asked you earlier, but you didn't really answer. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me."

"Tell me how I feel then why don't you." That came out far too biting, and Alisaie blinks in surprise at the unexpected vitriol. Hallima bites their tongue until they taste copper. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She says, but it's clear she's not entirely sure what to say next. Words had ever been her brother's area more than hers. Hallima shakes their head, trying to dislodge the ugly thoughts and even more disruptive constant wearing of light, and gently nudges Alisaie with their elbow.

"Don't lie to me." They say, keeping their tone deliberately light. Alisaie snorts, but the awkwardness lifts slightly.

"I guess it was kind of a dumb question."

"You just wanted to know." Hallima shakes their head. It's understandable, despite their less than gracious reaction.

"Yeah." Alisaie sighs. "Okay, better question; how are you holding up?"

Hallima can't answer that right away, not really sure how to put it. Eventually they lift their hand and point out into the distance.

"See that?"

Alisaie squints out into the murky darkness. Honestly it was a miracle any of them could see at all down here. Bismark's magic at work probably.

"The big rock that looks like the only thing keeping it on top of that cliff is two twigs and a sheef of paper?"

"Yeah. Like that."

"I guess that makes sense."

"I hope so because the next best thing I have is 'like shit'."

Alisaie snorts a laugh, and Hallima is glad the dry humour landed the way it was intended.

They sit in a comfortable silence for a while, and despite the ever-present pressure of the light within and the constant awareness that Alisaie is directly in the possible line of fire, it's calming.

"You know..." Alisaie says at length. "I know it looks like that rock is gonna fall any second, but you'd be surprised how long geographic formations like that can last. Sometimes thousands of years."

"I still wouldn't make camp under it."

"Maybe not." Alisaie admits. "I guess I just wanted to say that.. I know it's gotta be hard and you probably feel awful, but you're the strongest person I know. I'm scared of losing you, you're scared of hurting us. I get it, but we'll get through this together. I'll make sure of it."

"Mh." Hallima lets themself smile in the face of her determination, born of fear or not, it's hard not to beleive her.

"I'm glad you weren't actually leaving." Alisaie admits then, turning her gaze out into the seemingly endless inky abyss. "I don't know what I would have done if you had just.. vanished."

Hallima doesn't ask why she thought they would leave. They both know it's crossed their mind more than once in recent days. Ever since vertigo started to strike them in waves and mirror's had become impossible to look at.

They wonder what everyone else sees, but considering only Y'shtola has reacted overtly to their condition, they assume the overwhelming light must be visible only to them.... And Y'shtola.

If they get through this they should get Y'shtola something nice. She must be even more blind than usual with Hallima soaking everything around them in light.

"Do you ever wonder what you would look like?" Alisaie's next question takes them off guard, blinking down at her in surprise. She glances up and shrugs. "What? Might as well make some light of it. So to speak."

"I guess 'make dark of it' doesn't have quite the same ring, does it?"

"Not with that attitude. I think you'd have huge horns. Like battering rams."

Hallima snorts at the image.

"As if I don't already." They swing their head a bit as if to show said horns off. "There will probably be wings. Most sin eaters seem to have them."

"Almost certainly. Often several pairs of them. Yours would be clipped though."

"Oh?"

"No one wants to become a sin eater, but no one has fought against it as hard as you."

Hallima doesn't think that's particularly fair. The deck was stacked in their favour, and they are still slowly losing ground despite that.

Still.

"I bet... I wouldn't have legs. Like a snake." Hallima nods.

"Eh? But you're a dragoon!" Alisaie puzzles at their logic. "Jumping is your whole thing!"

"Exactly. The sin eaters we've fought are always so contrary to what they began as. Forgiven this, absolved that. Twisted into uniformity by removing the individual." Hallima stops, sensing that their speculation is going a little too far. "Anyway. Yeah. No legs. Or stumpy useless ones."

Alisaie looks down, and Hallima worries for a moment before she reaches out and takes their hands. To Hallima's vision they shine brightly against her peach-toned palms, so far removed from the deep ashen blue they were used to.

"Then in that case... I think you would have spears for hands. I've seen you working in the forges sometimes, I never really considered it before recently, but you're an artisan at heart, aren't you?"

"Not really." Hallima shrugs. "It's just something to keep me occupied between the world ending catastrophies."

"Hm, if you say so." She says, but she smiling and Hallima gets the feeling she doesn't beleive them. "Speaking of, did you make that armour?"

"Is it the purple set?" Hallima can't see it when they're wearing it now- the whole mirrors being overwhelmed by light thing- and they haven't had the chance to take it off and change properly in.... too long. They're probably offensively rank but the whole group is in the same situation down here at least.

Alisaie nods.

"Then yes."

"Mh hm." She grins. "I told you. Artisan."

Hallima shakes their head, but there's a return smile on their lips at the playfulness.

They're not sure how long the two of them stay out there, talking of things dark and light and both, until finally Alisaie leans gently against Hallima's arm, eyes closed and breathing softly. Until the camp behind them begins to stir and someone at long last comes looking for them.

The fear remains, that any moment they will lose the battle against the light and bring harm to everyone they loved, but they continue on. For little moments like this. For the friend and sister who still somehow trusts them enough to sleep against their arm alone. For the brother who waited anxiously for their return. For all the scions who work tirelessly to try and fix this whole mess not because they are the Hero and Champion but simply because they care.

And if you must live in fear of becoming a monster intent on the destruction of everything you love, there is a certain comfort to be had in hoping that at least you'll be a cool one.

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Bonus doodle of sin eater Hallima:

[raayllum]

do you think at some point an enemy will use callum’s fierce temper against him?

That's a good question because it's hard to tell, honestly

Obviously people - and Callum - can (or have) let their emotions get the better of him. We see this in moments where he blows up at Ezran (1x01 and 1x09) but we see it most directly affect the plot with Rayla when his anger distracts him from other things (1x06 with the avalanche, although the same can be said for her) and then in 3x08 and TTM when his temper gets the better of him and is one of their obstacles in having like, a productive conversation (aka he's usually right, but his presentation is what gets screwed up)

However Callum is all about connecting experiences to each other? He goes out into the storm in 2x04 because it makes him feel the way the fulminus spell did. He thought his first magic spell would be like all his previous attempts to be good at something. He doesn't believe Ezran in 1x09 because "The last time he did this I asked him to prove it" and it didn't go well. It's also why he typically learns so wholeheartedly from his experiences (although not always) like when he takes a risk at the Banther Lodge vs being the one who's worried about walking into a town of humans a few episodes later.

Which is a long winded way of saying could someone use Callum's emotions or tunnel vision against him, and how it manifests may be anger depending on the situation? 100% - man's charged into Ez's room thinking he was running into a trap with zero backup and no idea of what may be going on, and Callum has always had a reckless "act first think later" when he's very driven about something (i.e. trying out Claudia's lightning spell without knowing the second half) because he's so focused on the end goal. Which like, someone like Rayla can have too, but Idk if feels like it manifests differently?? She's reckless too but pessimistic about it; Callum is reckless about shit and optimistic about it, I suppose

But yeah Callum can definitely think with his foot in his mouth and just toss himself into things / let his emotions get the better of him (S4 is a really fine dance with this and super interesting so maybe I'll talk about it more another time), I don't see why anger wouldn't be one of them

I do think the most likely thing a villain would use against him is his lack of self control (sometimes) or loved ones (endlessly devoted) though

[lollytea]

Sorry matt maybe im just cruel but my fav vversion of romantic gustholomule is when matt catches feelings first but cannot express them and doesn t want to but gus is very friendly and already claimed matt as his friend so they hang out a lot (in the same classes sińce matt joined illusion track for no other reason than his sudden interest in illusion magic obviously!! The same club + gus is one of his few in not the only friend). Matt is too pround and awkward to communicate his feeling (platonic ones too) but constantly expresses them thru actions (can also be takes as platonic gus&matt)=> going out to find more human junk to talk with gus about/figure out what was it used for.

He d definetly visit the Owl lady for the human stuff/stories (and his and edas dynamics would be soo fun)

He d observe and study gus illusion techniques and once gus catches on he d offer to tutor matt/get curious about the construction magic as well.

The potential of gus creating illusion of statues/etc and matt actually being able to recreate them with his magic.

Maybe they d create human exhibition but in order to make it more interesting for other students they d make together replicas which students could touch while having the actual "artefact" disolayed

And gus meeting steve! And they d vibe so much, teaming up and teasing matt while he gets jealous of how quickly they became friends(? lack of a better word)

They d pull pranks together tho not that many since gus doesn t like "that mean" pranks and matt finds some of gus s elaborate plans ridiculous

This was supposed to be more about their romantic side of relationship but i got lost and them being besties is also soo good</3

I LOVE them being besties cuz they're just so funny. They have this vibe about them that makes them seem so different at first glance but if you sit down and listen to them have a conversation, you realize they're both scheming little gremlins who love chaos and it makes perfect sense why they're friends.

If Matt with the feelings first is what we're calling cruel than I hate him and want him to never have a good day for as long as he lives. But mostly I just think the idea is funny because the Holy Trifecta of spiteful assholes who keep falling for the original trio of "losers" needs to be completed. It feels unfinished.

Although I'm very much in the opinion that it's not for a long while. So anywhere from a year from now to three. So Gus and Matt have this perfect platonic foundation with no feelings attached whatsoever and it's GREAT. And then feelings hit Matt out of fucking NOWHERE, completely unprovoked like an eternity later and he's like "are you fucking SERIOUS?? This is bullshit!! It's bullshit!!" Because in his own opinion, its gonna ruin everything.

Because YEAH. Long before the feelings started, Matt wasn't even able to articulate to Gus that he cared about him as a friend. I like to believe it stems from his former "friendship" with the glandus kids, where Matt fell into the habit of grovelling and asskissing because he was desperate for any scrap of approval. He was pathetic and he knows he was pathetic and now he tries really hard to never repeat that kind of behavior with anyone else. As such, he's adopted a level of emotional detachment so he's never taken advantage of again. He doesn't want Gus knowing he's dependent on him in the way that was made obvious to the glandus kids as he doesn’t want Gus seeing him as pathetic. So he keeps him at arm's length.

So how the FUCK is he supposed to navigate anything resembling romance with him? He doesnt know and he doesnt want to know. He fucking won't do shit about it I guess.

But yeah he DID join the Illusion classes partly because he was inspired by Gus, most specifically the awesome horrifying shit Gus did to Bria. But also Mattholomule spent a lot of time in the Looking Glass Ruins with Gus and that ghost guy, building defenses and repairing the damage as best he could and he really did learn a lot. Not only is Gus a powerful witch but he's also a prodigy who skipped a few grades so of course he's gonna know a ton about illusionist history and the like.

So Gus and ghost guy are there in rapt discussion about Django the Mirror King and whatnot while Matt builds walls and pretends to be uninterested. Eventually he caves and asks to be told more. Because not only is Gus a brilliant illusionist himself but he's the kind of bright passionate person that could probably pitch anything to anyone and make it sound awesome. Huge reason why Matt got sucked into multitrack in the end. Gus's enthusiasm is contagious.

Also yeah. Matt DOES stuff. Can't tell Gus he's cool or his magic is really powerful or anything all that nice but he'll do things that will make Gus's day brighter, which holds this friendship afloat. Attends all of Gus's flyer derby games, eventually resigns as H.A.S president so Gus can have his title back because "It's waaaaay too much work and I'm sick of it. But I bet a nerd like you will get a kick out of it." And yeah, finding little human knicknacks for Gus too geek out over, like a cat dropping dead mice on a doorstep.

He's just constantly showing his appreciation for Gus in little gestures and Gus IS aware of it. He doesn't mock him for it much but he often smirks and says "thank you Matty <3" a little too obnoxiously. Matt responds by shooting an earth mound out of the ground beneath Gus's feet and making him eat the pavement. <3

I've always been on the fence over whether Matt was actually into human stuff or if this was just an interest he faked to get into the H.A.S because he noticed the president's widdle baby face and figured he'd be an easy target to usurp. But if its the latter, I like to believe he at least got somewhat invested after he became friends with Gus. Again, Gus's contagious enthusiasm. I kinda like the idea that Matt isn't huge into human stuff himself but he now knows just about everything Gus knows because he lets Gus ramble at him. He claims to be annoyed by it, which only encourages Gus to run his mouth more. They have a neat system going here.

Tutoring hell ya!!! Gus teaching Matt like one illusion spell "for fun" while they're dicking around and Matt does a surprisingly good job. Gus is astonished.

"Wow. You nailed that one. You sure you've never studied illusions?"

"It's kinda hard not to pick up on it while I constantly gotta look at you flaunting your little smoke and mirror shows all the time."

"So what you're saying is....you've been observing my spells and copying me? :)"

"Don't get a big head, Augustus. You're so little, it'll knock you off balance."

"I'm bigger than you!"

I think the idea of Gus being so enthusiastic about construction spells and wanting Matt to teach him some is so cute. But also it'd be so funny if Gus was like. Completely fucking garbage at it. He tries and he tries, but instead of feeling shitty about it (his whole conflict from TTLGR) he feels comfortable enough to laugh about it. He's just having fun. Matt laughs too and teases him over it but doesn't mock him with anything close to the nastiness he had before, which is when Gus realizes that the two of them might very well be friends now.

Could definitely see Gus branching out more and trying to get more people aboard the human appreciation wagon. Like at this point he's actually been in the Human Realm and learned a ton so he's now more than an expert than he's ever been. So he's out here giving full out TED talks to the students, writing papers, building exhibits. Matt complains to anyone who will listen "He's gone crazy over this stuff. He's always been crazy about it but now its next level. Completely obsessed. I can't stand it."

"He says you have been helping him every step of the way."

"Sure I have. What's your point?"

Gus would LOVE Steve. Matt hates it. Steve embarrasses him in front of Gus. Gus embarrasses him in front of Steve. They're both bustards!!

I feel like they're destined to be pranking little delinquents together. But yeah they probably bicker and disagree too much that not many plans are executed. Matt gets way too carried away that before he realizes it he's suggesting absolutely evil shit and Gus has to be like "Think about that for more than two seconds."

".......Oh right. Amoral."

"Right."

Meanwhile Gus had busted out corkboards full of elaborate plans for pranks and a thirty minute powerpoint presentation. (Yes he owns a human projector.) Matt is just like "This sounds like way too much work to be fun. Can't we just shoot spitballs or something?"

"Once again, you stifle my creativity as an artist."

In conclusion I like them very much.

[bre-meister]

My Obligatory Fate The Winx Saga S2 Rant

Spoilers below the cut for those who would like to read. This is different than my usual content but I have thoughts that need to go somewhere

I’m going to just organize this in a bullet list but before I do I think it’s worth saying that as much as I shit on S1, this season was miles better but they still have things to work on.

What I liked:

RIVEN

RIVEN

Did I say Riven?

This man’s character growth was amazing and well handled

MUSA AND RIVEN?

Loved loved loved! Happy that they are setting them up for a healthy relationship - kind of the only reason I want a S3

The overall dynamic of the Winx was better but still has a lot of needed improvement (which I will touch on in the next section)

Trix next season??

Aisha and Grey. I really hope they redeem his character because I really did like him but I knew from the beginning it was too good to be true

Oh, and Riven

And we better get a Brandon next season because Stella needs someone in her corner

What I did not like:

Beatrix’s character was all over the place and her death was super sudden and unearned

Also it was all of them choosing to just love her after? Like don’t get me wrong she did a few good things here and there but at almost every choice she chose to screw them over… even Stella who was supposed to be her new bestie

Speaking of Stella, her so called friends were not doing it for me. Idc what Stella told them that girl was obviously not okay! Check up on her! She is your friend!

Flora was iffy for me. Very much not like OG Flora - didn’t hate her but also didn’t really like her

Tera needed her but kicked this season. Acted like an a hole and no one called her out except Riven and Flora (one of which no one listed to because of his reputation and the other who dropped it a little to easy for my liking)

I’m glad she got to live her truth and feel comfortable coming out but that is no excuse to treat people the way she did

And blaming Musa for Sam leaving? Don’t get me wrong playing with people’s emotions like that was not cool but Sam was always going to leave after Rosalind took over. It was inevitable and it was because of their dad (who was being a weak ass bitch but that’s neither here nor there)

Also hate that their making Musa hate her powers. I wish they would have her embrace them and learn how to control them and use them to her advantage during specialist training

Plus I think it would be so much smarter in this world that all fairies take some defense training but I’m not running the school so….

Rosalind’s writing was all over the place

The Silva, Andreas, Sky story line was played out way to long and didn’t really go anywhere except cause unnecessary drama

How do they know about so much first world stuff? Netflix?? TED TALKS???

What I absolutely detested:

Still hate the transformations

Fairies haven’t been able to access this magic for hundreds of years but a TEN SECOND CONVERSATION can allow Tera, Aisha, and Stella to get it on the first try???? That math isn’t mathing

The transformation sequence was dumb and cringy for it not to lead to a more drastic change (i.e like how their outfits changed in the OG)

Their wings look dumb as fuck to me still and some of them don’t seem to fit their powers or personality

I think I also hate them more than maybe I should because they look dumb with just normal people clothes

You really could have just given them an edgier version of their charmix outfits and I think I would vibe with it more (there is still time to fix it but I don’t hold out much hope)

What even are Rosalind’s powers? She was just doing everything with no explanation

VALTOR?

YOU SLANDER THIS MAN’S NAME IN A THROW AWAY LINE???

I’m sorry but VALTOR was one of the strongest Villans the Winx ever faced. Sebastian - while decent don’t get me wrong - could never hold a flame to the man that was VALTOR

The dragon flame was introduced weird and looks stupid AF. Can’t really distinguish it from the normal fire fairies

Blooms backstory

Need I say more about that?

I could go on for ages but I’ll leave it here. There were several times I had to stop the show to scream (and the only good ones was when Riven and Musa were on screen together )

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[puppyeared]

Hi!! I really like ur art!! Ur artstyle is so cute it makes me wanna explote. Can i ask for ur ocs? (Their designs, names, etc) i wanna know more abt them!!! :]

YESS OMGB IM GOING TO BE SO ANNNOYING ABOUT THIS

augusta is a revamped oc that i made in grade 6, so technically shes my firstborn!! don’t really have any story for her, she’s just there to float around in my head lol

originally she was like, a brown and white fox with two tails and her special power was that she could use the tips of her tails to draw things made of shadows lmao. very edgy.. but it was everything to grade 6 me <3 (if youve been here for the longest time you might remember but shhh)

but now she's a part time astronaut who harvests stars for fuel and food on earth!! she drives her own spaceship called the moonfish, so just overall she has a very spacey theme and i like drawing her with stars or moons. her motif is supposed to be the five pointed star :o)

i also forget to draw it sometimes, but she has a dog collar that turns into a space helmet when you pull the tag! id like to imagine what work is like for her and what led her to become an astronaut, and maybe some stuff about her personal life like when she was younger. will probably make a doodle dump for that

despite being an astronaut, shes actually not that good at math and science and i figured its fine because thats not as needed in her world? theres probably magic if she can walk around on the moon in a dress so its more a fantasy or dream thing to me

before she was living on a house on the moon so she could go to space all the time, but since she has vincent and anton now i think she probably stays with them on earth <3 would be cool if she kind of tethers her ship to the house like a balloon, i should probably draw that later lol

speaking of!! shes in a relationship with @poicyss oc anton!!! i thought they would get along well, esp since auggie is a huge chatterbox so i think she'd be a good conversation partner. but theyre so cute!!! shes extremely curious and doesn't really give herself a reason to dislike others until theyre mean to her, so she'd definitely want to get to know anton!! theyre in love your honor!!!

their son vincent was also meant to be a one off because i wanted to see what their child would look like, like one of those crack ship memes lol. obviously i got attached cause hes so dang cute and he probably has a mix between his parents personalities ^^

i talk bow's ear off about them constantly but like!! theyre so cute!!!! my blorbos!!!!!!

these are presto and soleil!! theyre rival magicians who hate each others guts for stealing the others spotlight all the time. they both became world famous magicians around the same time so they've been fighting each other for attention for a while lol

the thing is that their magician identities are secret from their civilian identities! this means absolutely no one is allowed to know their civilian selves AND nobody in their personal lives know they happen to be the magician. also, the names presto and soleil are their stage names!!

so what happens is that they happen to enter the same apartment at the same time as theyre changing out of their costumes, which means they accidentally discover each others civilian identities and magician identities lol!!

the reason why this happens is that they both happened to apply for an apartment, but the building manager (mrs. koi) is very old and forgetful so she accidentally gave both of them the same apartment thinking she only gave it to one of them.

the other apartments in the area are also too expensive because theyre bigger and newer compared to mrs. koi's apartments, so they reluctantly become roommates >;o)

thats basically the context for them but i really have no idea what else i wanna do with their story, probably just roommate shenanigans and shit lol. im a huge sucker for rivals to friends/lovers so this is constantly on my mind lmao

i was also thinking of making other tenants for the story so maybe like eccentric old man, single mom and her five year old, idk? theyre just a bunch of silly little guys to me :o)

also i think they'd each have their own style? i imagine presto is more of a stage magician with the wand, and he enters the stage through a huge top hat, just playing with classic magician cliches. soleil is probably more like mind boggling shit on americas got talent, maybe street magicians and a phantom thief kind of vibe

these guys are minor inconvenience (min) and delaney!!! their story kind of revolves around luck and coincidence lol

min comes from a family of internationally wanted phantom thieves who hide out in a small town. he's actually a red panda adopted into a family of raccoons, but the thing is that they're colorblind so they can't really tell the difference. the only things that really set him apart is that he's not extremely smart (but decently smart) and he's very clumsy, unlike his family

this means his family doesnt ever take him with them on heists, but only because his clumsiness could give them away and get them all caught. eventually he gets fed up with being left out and decides to do his own "heists" as practice to get better so he can come with them someday

but since he knows most of the people hes stealing from in town, he doesn't actually keep what he steals. he just does it to try and get better with lock picking, disabling alarms, etc. and eventually puts everything somewhere the owner can find it

also extremely important to know is that even though min is extremely clumsy, he actually has stupidly good luck which balances it out. somehow, even if he trips on nothing, he will manage to land a sick backflip on the way down. there is no explanation for why this happens. his family thinks it's because he has a four leafed clover birthmark in an embarrassing place.

the thing is that his luck only works on him, not on his surroundings. so if he was in a group of people that get splashed with mud, he would be the only person not to get splashed no matter how close you are to him. this leads to a lot of misunderstandings lol

on the other hand, delaney is normal and she really had nothing to do with him until she was walking home and somehow found him stuck in a vent trying to escape. she felt bad for him and helped him out, mostly because she didn't know he was stealing and thought he was just dumb, but that kind of triggered a bunch of coincidences where they cross paths, specifically while min is in the middle of stealing and delaney eventually helps him out

they don't even really want to see each other until one time delaney finds him and he gets hurt trying to climb out a broken window. she patches him up and they kind of have like some sort of acquaintance relationship to the point where they wave when they see each other, and eventually meet up on purpose EHEHE

[espinosaurusrexex]

I get why people didn't like the Endgame ending but I think it was the one time in his really really long life that he was ever really selfish. The first time he made a selfish decision completely for himself. I know you're probably thinking 'well he fought for Bucky, got him back for selfish reasons' but not really. Yes and no. He did that because he really believed it was the right thing. And yeah there obviously was a selfish aspect to it too but it wasn't wholly selfish. Like I said, he had an extremely long life. So much time to think 'what if'. Had he stayed, he would have had so much resentment and regret and more 'what ifs'. That would not have been a happy life. He already wasn't happy (in the present). Can you imagine if you got the chance to go back in time to reunite with a loved one? What would you have done? I know I would have said to hell with it and the consequences. I would have gone back. That's why I can relate to Steve and his decision.

I've heard this a couple of times now, and I can't disagree. If Steve deserves anything, it's definitely something he's been wanting to do since he has dedicated his whole life to the greater good. It's probably the first time, he didn't believe what he did was the right thing. And it's so sad, he (probably) was at war with himself for making this decision that is supposed to finally make him happy and cater to his own needs and not that of others.

As for the second part of your ask, I personally don't think I would have gone back. It's not that I wouldn't like to see my loved ones once more, but I have had the luck of not having anyone really gone "too soon". I like the idea of people living in stories, memories, and pictures and I think there's something very magical about those nights in which you sit together with people (after a gathering or something) and just share your memory of someone. It makes the connections with the people around you so much stronger and serene.

Maybe this is because I've never been in a situation similar to Steve (I'm talking romantic partners having died) but I also think that I would constantly be overthinking - because it's what I always do. Like what if i go back, and then i get to spend maybe ten minutes more or ten years more with them, what would happen after it? I don't think it would be worth it for me (and i know this sounds harsh), but I believe these experiences, people coming and going, are meant to happen and that they help me grow. Even if it sucks for a while, even if I feel like shit, something good will come out of it, I'm sure.

I mean, look at Steve. He came back. He came back because something wasn't feeling right. He had nothing but Peggy to hold him in this other timeline. And I don't know if he really felt no regret when he came back to earth 616 or if he just stood by his decision and was proud to finally have been selfish for once, but he was just there to live the rest of his life out, probably seeing Bucky grieve the things he could have done. I don't know... it's just very difficult to imagine.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Please please please! Can’t fix what’s wrong and I don’t miss you at all! ❤️❤️❤️

im just gonna answer both of these together :)

i dont miss you at all is an unfortunate trip to see bryce's family. its a few years after book 3, so they're not on perfect terms (nor will they ever be) but its better than it has been before. this one has some pretty angsty moments, but ive tried to put some funny ones in there too :)

~~~

Bryce hauled two suitcases into the room while Jensen handled the various water bottles, toiletry bags, and backpack for everything else. Jensen gracelessly dumped it all onto the bed, giving Bryce an exhausted grin after he tucked the suitcases against the wall. Jensen received a glimmering smile in return.

“Is that everything?”

Bryce nodded and hummed against his neck, soaking up the sunscreen slicked over his skin. “You smell good.”

He smiled. “Is that why you keep taking my conditioner?” He got no answer other than a half-efforted shrug, and offered a laugh in return.

~~~

He was happy to seethe on his own time, chewing at the ends of his nails as he stared off at the lapping waves. His new shorts were in the dirty sand. His bracelet caught on the door and unraveled in his hand. Their movie night was going to run late. There was sand in his socks.

All this shit that didn’t really matter, that wouldn’t matter if it was on his own terms, was bubbling up in anger. He was so tired of dealing with it. Dealing with being pissed off at everything, dealing with their walk-in closets full of skeletons. He at least pretended he had his shit together, but they didn’t try even once.

Things were almost so good. So close to that happy point, it was fucking laughing in his face. It felt like a joke.

Maybe this whole thing was a joke. Visit the parents, meet the parents, family movie night. Those were meant for Hallmark, and the truth of it was he was dealing with life and death every day. Hallmark doesn’t have mortality, only stupid people with their stupid Christmas decorations and their stupid miscommunications.

God, that sounded so much easier.

Bryce wouldn’t have noticed Jensen sitting down next to him if he hadn't lifted his head from his hands. Jensen didn’t say anything, gently setting a hand on his back and rubbing up to his shoulder and back down. He set his head back into his palms.

Jensen shouldn’t have to deal with this much bullshit, especially on a trip that was supposed to be a fucking vacation. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He let out a small hum. “Not really,” he sighed, sitting up and leaning back into Jensen’s arm. Jensen hooked his hand onto his waist and easily pulled him into his side. “I just want it to go away.” As Jensen carefully linked their free hands together, stopping him from picking at his nails anymore, he tucked his head onto his shoulder. 

“As in go home, or as in they magically turn into decent people?”

He let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he wanted the latter but knowing the impossibility, too.

~~~

Jensen looked anything but happy to be there, squinting at the sun with his arms crossed over his chest. Bryce held an amused smile to himself, pulling off his sunglasses and sliding them onto Jensen’s face across the table.

“Thanks,” he said, adjusting them and looking back down to his watch.

Bryce tapped his foot with his own under the table. “What’s your deal?”

Jensen shrugged, picking at his hands. “I don’t know. Doesn’t eating outside bother you at all?”

“No?” he answered in a questioning tone, smile still on his lips. “Why would it?”

Jensen looked uncomfortable just thinking about it. “So many things could go wrong. What if a bird shits in your food?”

Bryce buried his head into his hands with a snort of a laugh as Keiki chimed in from her seat. “Don’t laugh, that’s a valid concern!”

“Is this really what you’ve spent the last fifteen minutes thinking about?”

Jensen answered with a gesture of his hand that practically said, “Obviously,” for him. 

~~~

ik that was a lot for that one but i barely have anything for can't fix what's wrong so thats my method of compensating :)

this fic is pretty much pure jensen angst, with a bit of fluff at the end. jensens very good at keeping it together during triage and other difficult circumstances, but this case just breaks him. he tries everything, and its like hes running into a brick wall at every turn. most of the fic is right after the patient coded; nobody responded in time, he had more blood on his hands than he thought possible, and there was seemingly no cause. it ended up being something so incredibly unlikely (think finny from a seperate piece) and he doesn't know what the hell to do with himself afterward. he feels like hes so overwhelmed hes numb and its just a lot of him fumbling through the rest of the day until his shift is over.

bryce does take care of him at the end of the day though, and makes sure he's okay enough for tomorrow and is more than willing to take off if he isn't

(this little thing is really the only piece worth sharing for rn but at least its soft and cute)

~~~

Bryce pushed the bowl to the side, thumb and index finger hooking onto his chin and lining their gazes up as one. Before he could ask anything, Jensen reached across the corner of the table, wrapping him in the best hug he could manage. Bryce took over from there, holding him strong and steady as he crumbled in his arms. 

[alec-merriman]

Shadows // self para

Alec took one step in front of another, peering around him at the black void enveloping as far as the eye could see. So, this is where the other part of him hid, where Gideon’s magic stashed him, and where he remembered briefly ended up after the aptly named evil Alec jimmied from his shackles during the span of his conversation with Valentina. The reason for his visit. Otherwise, he would have avoided this place at all costs. Alec only accomplished this with a simple meditative spell that worked by taking a specifically brewed sleeping draft. Funny, a potion seemed the best method to knock his lights out nowadays. “Alec, I know you’re here, okay?” He called out to the shadows, not knowing what to anticipate. Silence, no answer. “I don’t have the time to wait around for your grand entrance, so if you would be so kind to show your stupid face, we need to talk.”

“Relax.” The voice echoed from a distance before the original Alec appeared, taking a slow saunter with his arms folded across his chest coolly. Yes, they were due for a little chat, especially after his last mini rampage to the land of the living. Yet, here his twin was, pathetic and maybe a little stupid seeking out the person he was at odds with. “Before you even open your mouth and stumble through what you likely practiced saying to me for hours, I think we both know what you’re actually here about.” His feet slid forward a few paces, halting in a dead stop with a smug smirk splashed on his lips. “Oh, wait, I know.” Alec lifted his pointer finger with sarcasm, “Valentina. Right?”

Alec straightened his posture in displeasure, plucking the courage to wipe the indignant reaction from his features. He might try playing the brave trooper facing a demon head-on, but no matter what way the wheel spun, the other him would see how transparent he really can be. “You have no idea how much your intervention muddled our relationship. As if either of us weren’t confused enough already, let’s add the fact the evil villain part of me couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” He released a short sighing breath, “You kissed her, I mean, you actually kissed her.”

“Yeah, I did what you didn’t have the balls to do.” Alec offered the unbothered reply, raising his shoulders in a shrug, “While you were away contemplating taking it slow and wallowing in your conflicted emotions, you’re lucky I was there to get shit done.” A few claw marks and a snapped nose magically remedied later, Valentina rose to a level of mutual understanding. The pain was worth the price, wasn’t it? “You had to be there, because it was kind of steamy.” He swiveled back and forth playfully, biting his lower lip with a satisfied hum. “You should’ve seen how hot she was for me. I mean, I’m definitely hot for her.” He hummed again, “I think she has a thing for bad boys and I check all the boxes.”

Alec’s mouth fell slightly agape, barking an incredulous scoff that revealed the offense plainly. “I was there, those were my lips you used to kiss hers. My tongue you definitely stuck down her throat like the dirty sex-crazed animal we clearly know you are.” God, how his former self disgusted him. No wonder the feeling was mutual, but obviously, for different reasons. “In case if you actually gave a care to anyone other than you, I was working up to telling her the truth before you dumped a piss pile of awkwardness of the one good thing I had going for me. You just don’t understand.”

“Oh my god, I have to tell my crush I like her. Whatever will I do?” This Alec’s voice jumped an octave, taking on a whiny tone to prove how childish his mirror was behaving. “You got more action than you would’ve allowed us in a lifetime with that kiss, so stop complaining like a teeny bopper bitch and give me a smidge of gratitude.” Alec rolled his eyes and forced an irritated groan. He was supposed to act good, right? “Okay, fine, then help me understand. What exactly is your current situation with Tina, living or otherwise?”

He became his opposite’s true reflection for the first time, crossing his arms the same as the other and biting back the comment concerning earlier sarcasm. “She had nowhere to go, so she’s staying with me. It’s like having a roommate, just you’re living with family. We have separate rooms, but,” Alec’s gaze could not drop to the ground quicker, “She knows I’m plagued by the nightmares and she’ll come stay in my bed when I can’t fall asleep. Tina seems to always know, you know, with her hearing. And a great majority of the time, we’ll cuddle. Nothing sexual in any way. We hate being alone, so it’s...nice.”

Alec appeared to wave a great chunk of the explanation to the side carelessly, until the last fragment caught his attention in the blink of an eye. “Hold the fuck up,” The witch cracked a wide outlandish grin sprinkled with a hint of disbelief and disdain, “You and Valentina cuddle? She crawls her way in your bed and you hold her close, our bodies flush with one another, and you mean to tell me not a single hand roams? That she cannot feel what I’m merely guessing is your usually limp pecker jabbing her? You have absolutely no swagger, you incredibly tactless prude.” Alec raised his arms in an overdramatic shrug before walking away a few paces and turning around, “When I’m released, I promise you, her and I will be utilizing that bed for more than cuddling. It’s called fucking, with all due respect.”

“There isn’t a damn thing wrong with cuddling, you ass. Not everything is about sex.” This wasn’t the initiative, having his former self throwing insults and mocking him as a travesty to his sexual inclinations. They clearly had attraction for Valentina, except one took the first leap while the proclaimed prudish him waited in the game of the right opportunity. It can’t be considered stealing her from under him if the two Alec’s are the same person. She wanted both, she could have both. “For the record, dick, I didn’t need your suave moves to charm Tina.”

“You don’t need something you never possessed to start with, Alec.” The jab arrived quick without missing a beat. “If you really desire a clue in on what that sheen of lust looks like in her eyes, if you’d die seeing her practically offer herself to you on a silver platter while returning the favor for her feasting, you take what you want and fuck the bullshit that is twiddling your thumbs as the opportune moment appears. Oh, here it comes. Going and going...and gone.” His fingers wiggled in a flickered wave. “Otherwise, I don’t see you dropping any panties here, Casanova.”

“To any god that is listening, you are unbelievable.” The male cupped his palms over his face, pushing them through his dark tresses and yanking in agitation. “Nothing ceases to astonish me more than lacking realization you cannot possible hold an emotional connection. That I am not you, who can cause the women and the men to fall at your feet with one passing glance. I may have your face, but I would rather focus my willpower fostering a deeper relationship with a woman who’s never going to be yours.” He crossed the threshold, invading Alec’s personal space in the same manner his twin had during the event of that nightmare, poking an index finger to his chest, “All you have is your stamina and the seduction that forces every lover you’ve had to leave. Without that, you’re nothing.”

Alec stood stock still, feeling the emotion draining from his expression and harkening in the predatory devil he promised Tina that he actually wasn’t. This goody good stain dragged the rooted rage from within himself and fuck, it would’ve been easy to steal the reins back then and there. “Did she tell you I shared my tragic history? Laid it as bare as the day I was born into this dimension. She paid back the favor tenfold. This masterpiece, this...goddess of sultry seductresses, all but volunteered to ride alongside me straight into the underworld.” Alec clenched his fist around the other’s shirt, pulling him close as his tone lowered in a hushed whisper. His twin instinctively grabbed a grip of the original’s wrist, not bothering to break free. “She wanted you back, yes, but our Valentina, my Valentina, gave her parting gift and said she would wait for me. Can you say the same?” He released him, nudging the newer Alec backwards, “No. Alas, she believes we’re the same, you and I. Her Alec.” 

Alec created distanced between himself and the always threatening fragment, adjusting the collar of the now rumpled shirt with a lifted hand. “Something about you draws them in, it doesn’t fail and I will never understand. You may choose behaving good for Tina, but you’ll carry the rest of your immortality two steps away from falling off the wagon. Having the kindness and righteousness doesn’t happen overnight, even when you have her teachings.” He yanked at the hem of his sweater with agitating vigor, “But despite your sensual appetite, this isn’t about attraction or screwing with my head for you. Whatever you said to her, she’s developed an addiction to you, to us, really. And we’re making her feel like the monster for forcing a choice on her.”

“She’ll have to make the decision. And I know which way it will swing eventually.” His escape was imminent and whether these two Alec’s would merge into one was a question that remained unanswered until the time approached. The magic’s hold had begun to wear away, widening the opening toward a return to society and bringing his prerogative to inflict as much damage as humanly possible. “I flayed people for a living and she calls herself the monster. Ah, Tina baby, you never fail to amaze me.” He shook his head from side to side and fixed his shadow with a scrutinizing gaze, “You told her you loved her, didn’t you? I stand corrected, you do indeed have the balls if you did.”

Alec opened his mouth to sprint into a denial and closed it immediately. “Yes, and I don’t regret the timing.” He admitted. “But what I feel, Alec, you know damn well you feel it too.”

“Oh, no, we are not diving into the touchy feely bullshit, I only showed up to roast you and now you’ve turned it weird.” Alec raised his hands in a surrender, despising himself for dipping toes in this subject. At least he could show this alternate personality of his a sensible taste of honesty. “We had our ability to love beaten from us a long time ago. I can’t know what it feels like and I don’t know what it is when I have it, even if it’s right in front of my face.”

Alec considered this in length. The history of physical abuse has a nasty way of suppressing emotions and the ability to trust, how logical it appeared he would need a reminder the beauty of falling in love. “It’s the reason you kissed her. Forget it being a product of the moment or...or another notch on your belt to decimate my hopes and dreams, my feelings for Valentina carried over and you did the one thing I couldn’t for both of us.”

“Is that really your best theory? I did the one thing you couldn’t because you lacked the testicles, I thought we already established this.” Tongue sweeping his bottom lip, Alec turned his head and checked their surroundings, feigning boredom by the direction of the conversation. In actuality, he examined the probability his feelings would soon grow the longer he spent with Valentina infecting his thoughts. After all, borrowed time in his prison left him nothing else to think about. Fuck, she was driving him insane already. 

“Do yourself a favor, champ,” He continued, not bothering to touch on any semblance of feelings for Valentina. She was gorgeous and intoxicating, unlike any woman he has come across in his centuries, but even he felt like an infant discovering the world for the first time, “and enjoy what little time you have with Tina. Or my homecoming may very well narrow down her choice to pick between you and me.” Which it will somehow, despite the good Alec’s denial. What decision was there to make, though? “You fuck this up with her and I will burn what is left of you.” Alec began backing up a few paces, poking a finger in the other Alec’s direction as a warning he would follow through. “Next time you see me, by the way, I’ll be free and waking up in her bed.” With the final say, the other disappeared back in the shadows from which he came.

Meanwhile, the Alec that was left stood dumbfounded, feeling a trickle of ice cold water from a bucket his former self practically dumped over his head and was skipping circles around. His days in this life, with Tina, were counting down on a ticking time bomb that is the enigma of Alec Merriman. If neither he nor Tina could decide on what road to travel, when it had been so obvious before to keep the bad side locked away, that option was on the table no longer. And he would be the one paying that price.

[thats-my-passion-right-there]

Is it just me or are the dragons from the dragon prince kind of assholes? (Not counting Zym obviously)

[averykedavra]

pairing: platonic anxceit

word count: 1351

warnings: hurt/comfort, open ending

“Do you ever feel like it went too fast?” Virgil asked, without looking up.

Janus glanced at him very quickly so Virgil wouldn’t notice. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“You do.” Virgil was reading something on his phone and bunching his hoodie around his wrists. As if he wanted to pretend this conversation wasn’t happening. “Acceptance. Redemption. Whatever. You got yours a while ago, and I just...I dunno. I wondered.”

“If it happened too fast?” Janus repeated, turning the words over in his head. “After years of isolation, I would say it didn’t come quickly enough.”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I mean,” Virgil said. “I mean the actual thing. ‘Cause when I got accepted, it was quick. Too quick. Like everyone just decided, right then, that I could be part of the party.”

Janus decided not to answer, just to see if Virgil would continue.

He did. “And it was like a state of emergency, then. You know? There wasn’t another option.” He pulled at his sleeve. “I know they care about me. I care about them. But...yeah. You know what I mean, right? It didn’t start out with them trying to help me. It wasn’t about me. I was hurting Thomas, it was a crisis.” Virgil’s voice dipped to a mumble. “Makes me think things have to hit rock bottom for any of us to change.”

Janus swallowed, and realized he was looking at Virgil again. He quickly looked away and busied himself with adjusting his gloves. “And what’s wrong with that methodology? Sometimes a wake-up call can trigger what’s needed.”

“You know what’s wrong with that!” Virgil sounded frustrated, but not like he usually did with Janus. Like he really, genuinely wanted Janus to understand. “If we wait until the eleventh hour, everything’s just gonna fester. Thomas is gonna improve jolt by jolt, and if stuff slips through the cracks, it’ll never get fixed! Just ‘cause stuff isn’t the worst it could literally be right now doesn’t mean it shouldn’t get better.”

“We can’t aim for perfection,” Janus said. “If we try to fix every tiny thing, no matter how inconsequential, at all times? I would definitely enjoy that kind of workload and vigilance. Sometimes you don’t need to be on your guard.”

“You’re calling me paranoid.” Virgil blew out a breath of air. It rustled his bangs. Janus was looking at him again--shit. “Maybe you’ve got a point. But maybe I’ve got one, too. There’s a middle ground between fix everything all the time because nothing’s good enough and let everything become a trash can until it spills over. Right?”

“Look at you, believing in a middle ground. How forward-thinking.” Janus couldn’t resist the jab. “Next you’ll tell me some people aren’t inherently evil. And, gasp! That two different perspectives can both be true!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all smug on me.” Virgil paused. “I’ve changed. You know that.”

“I definitely don’t,” Janus said. “And it wasn’t just because of one major crisis, was it?”

“What?”

“You pin your acceptance on a singular moment. As if the official words made it true, not the actions.” Janus looked up at the ceiling and kept his voice level. Virgil was right--honesty was easier when you didn’t acknowledge it. “Yet even before you were accepted, you had become one of the group. And afterwards, they worked to include you, help you, understand you. They worked with you. That’s your acceptance. It’s continuing to this day.”

Virgil cleared his throat. “So you’re just proving my point that we need to fix things bit by bit?”

“I’m saying we’re already doing that.” Janus huffed. “We could be better at it, obviously. But no change is a single isolated incident, and to think that your acceptance was only because of the emergency...” Janus trailed off. hoping he could get away without finishing the sentence.

“Yeah?”

Damn it, Virgil. “It’s lying to yourself,” Janus finished. “And it’s wrong.”

“Oh.” Virgil sounded very small, for a second. If they weren’t across the living room from each other--if they weren’t years away from friendship--Janus might have put a hand on his shoulder.

“You are here because they want you,” Janus said, the truth stinging his tongue. “Things are changing because you all want to be better.”

“And you?” Virgil asked after a quiet pause. “Do you...want to be better? Do you really feel like you’re not another crisis-induced 180 degree turn?”

Janus counted the cracks on the ceiling. Of course he didn’t feel that way. He belonged here, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of them realized that. He didn’t need to be better. He was the constant--the others had to change.

Or he needed to change to suit them, and he wouldn’t be able to. If he wasn’t good enough as is, he had no idea how to fix that.

Or maybe both things were true at once. All of them could be better. All of them could be worse.

“Sometimes I agree with you,” Janus finally said. “Sometimes I think that I am another friendship of convenience. Thomas needs me, so I am accepted. That there’s nothing more to it--that everyone has an agenda.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, I’m not cynical enough to believe that.”

“You like us,” Virgil said with a hint of a tease.

“Unfortunately,” Janus repeated, smirking at the ceiling. “I should distrust you all. I should treat this as a convenient exchange of affection for assistance. I should look at the years of isolation and say it could never be erased. But... there were moments, even before I was accepted, where change was starting to happen.”

“Not on my end.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Janus said. “You spoke to me and you looked me in the eyes. That was change.”

Virgil huffed.

“And hopefully, there will be more change.” Janus was thankful Virgil was not looking at him, because that meant Janus could smile. “And more rest, of course, because self-care is important. We should appreciate the way things are, not just toil over self-improvement.”

“Yeah, I used to think like that, too.” Virgil almost sounded fond. “But it’s not as much work as it seems like.”

“Oh, yes, transforming myself from the dastardly villain, befriending my former foes, and undoing years of distrust and lies is just a walk in the park.”

“What do you think you’ve been doing right now?”

Janus jerked his head around. Virgil was smirking at his phone.

“You’re literally doing it,” Virgil said, still smirking. “You’re literally improving yourself right now. ‘It’s so hard, woe is me’? Come off it, this is a polite conversation we’re having and you’re not covered in hives yet.”

“I resent your tone,” Janus said. “Do you think change will magically occur if I keep gaining friendship points through banter with you?”

“Probably can’t hurt.” Virgil thumbed at his phone and shrugged. “Like you said, actions speak louder than words.”

“Yes, no words are involved in this conversation right now.”

“You knew what I meant. Jackass.”

Janus rolled his eyes. Virgil still wasn’t looking at him, but Janus wasn’t looking away, and that was a start. “No, I totally didn’t.”

“Good,” Virgil said. “And I got what you were saying, too.” He waved a hand at Janus. “We’re talking and not killing each other. This is how acceptance works. Congrats.”

“A high bar.”

“For you and me? It’s progress.”

Janus settled on the couch and scuffed his feet on the carpet. The TV sat in front of them, blank and empty. Virgil was contorted comfortably in the recliner, scrolling on his phone again. They weren’t actually that far apart from each other, Janus realized. And Virgil didn’t seem to care.

Fine, maybe it was progress. Maybe this was how acceptance was supposed to feel--not one big, glorious epiphany. Not a half-baked speech as the plane was going down. Acceptance was steady and quiet and almost invisible, and it didn’t end for a long, long time.

Janus was alright with that.

“As a fair warning to the antisocial,” he said, turning on the TV, “I’m going to watch a few episodes of Avatar. Stay, or don’t, I hardly mind.”

Virgil paused and glanced up through his bangs. “Which episodes?”

“Only the filler episodes. If I see a hint of plot or character, I skip to the next one.”

“You’re the worst,” Virgil said, cracking a smile. “I’m in.”

[venusiangguk]

gold rush pt. 2 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 8.9k

>>warnings: romantic ass eating 😐, oral (m), fingering (m/f), butt stuff but it’s SEXY, explicit sex, crying, jungkook likes to be praised, soft koo, dom reader... but like soft, spitting in mouth, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, this is so soft, that good smut, literally like 7.5k of filth

>>notes: hot girls eat ass!! oc is a hot girl!! this involves butt stuff (just mouth and fingers, no pegging 😔), so if that isn’t ur cup of tea just read pt 1 again lol, i separated it this way in case there were people who weren’t down to go down... iykyk. but with that said, i encourage u to open ur eyes and ur mind and give this a chance 🤩

>>summary: jk finally lets you eat his ass 😁👍🏻

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s day 6 of trying to get Jeongguk to let you eat his ass. It’s getting hard to function, and the sun doesn’t shine as bright as it used to. The week has been a rough one, filled with clenched butt cheeks, and fewer blow jobs than normal. You just can’t seem to stop yourself from wandering south when you’re down there, so you’ve lost the privilege. Constantly met with Jeongguk’s laughter filled eyes when he pulls you up to where you’re supposed to be, and a “You should not want to eat my ass this bad.”

He just doesn’t understand.

Currently you’re sat in the cafeteria with your friends, your eyes consistently roaming to a table across the large room. He’s laughing at something and his hands are clapping in front of him as he throws his head back. You rest your head on your arms, pouting, and you breathe a deep and miserable sigh.

“Alright y/n what the fuck?” Your friend Yuna says, flicking your cheeks.

Her speaking up causes a few of your other girlfriends at the table to direct their attention towards you. “Yeah, you’ve been like... pouty for the last few days. What’s going on?” Cho questions as well.

You debate keeping the silly internal struggle to yourself before giving in and stating plainly, “Gguk won’t let me eat his ass.” You blow absently at a piece of hair that falls into your face, eyes crossing as you look at it. Next to you, Jiwoo chokes on the zero cal drink that she’s been sipping.

Yuna stares at you blankly for a moment before recovering. “That’s... well that’s a predicament.” She hums in thought. “Does he actually not want to or is he just being shy and stubborn?”

“Second one.” You say. You’ve known your boyfriend for years and you’ve definitely learned how to tell when he’s being serious and when he’s just being stubborn. If you really thought he wasn’t about it you would have dropped it. But you know Jeongguk’s just being difficult because he thinks it’s funny to make you pine, and actually has at least some curiosity about the act. He just won’t admit it.

“Minjun was the same way,” Cho nods in solidarity. “But he likes it now.”

“How’d you get him to change his mind?” You ask perking up. A beacon of hope.

“We watched porn of it together.”

“That’s how I discovered it!” You gasp.

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend.

you:

minjun let’s cho eat his ass 🥺

You watch Jeongguk from across the room and see the moment he receives the text. He searches the lunch room before his eyes land on yours and he let’s out an incredulous harsh laugh, before shaking his head slightly to himself. You glance at your phone and see the text bubble appear in your messages.

koo 🥴:

maybe he’ll let you eat it too 🥺

You gape at your phone and look at your boyfriend only to see him talking to his friends again. He gives you a side glance and you see his smile grow bigger as he tries to ignore you.

~~~

Jeongguk’s sitting at his lunch table picking at the food in front of him listening as Jimin rambles about the not-so-great grade he got on his latest science test. “Why the fuck do I need to know that the sun will make it too hot for life to exist on earth in a couple billion years? Not only will I be dead, but that is just anxiety inducing.”

His phone that’s vibrating on the table catches his attention, a picture message from you on the home screen. He gets a little excited at the sheer potential that a picture message has and opens it eagerly. Sure the chances of getting a titty pic when it’s mid-day and you’re both in the middle of a lunch cafeteria are small... but they are never zero.

When he opens the message and sees the picture, he laughs loudly before clapping his hand over his mouth to quiet himself.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

He’s about to respond when Taehyung says, “Alright, you can’t keep laughing at your phone and not tell us what’s so funny.”

Jeongguk looks at the couple in front of him a trace of a smile still lingers on his lips. He shows them what you sent. “Y/n wants to eat my ass so bad.” He laughs to himself, going back to his phone.

“Are you not letting her?” Jimin asks.

Jeongguk sets his phone to the side before he gets to respond. It’s clear his friends are ready to have a conversation about it. “I don’t think so.”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other and smirk. “Why not? It feels really good.”

He looks between them silently before asking, “You’ve done it?” He receives two nods.

“This one’s a real ass-muncher.” Taehyung says jerking a thumb at his boyfriend. Jimin swats at him.

“He says like that like its a bad thing and like he doesn’t cum from just my mouth and my fingers.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

Jeongguk tenses and turns a little red. A little tremor of heat coursing through his body at the thought of feeling so good that he could cum without even having a hand around himself. “Just from that? No dick touching? Is that even possible?”

“Oh to be straight and oblivious to the wonders of butt stuff.” Jimin pouts at him like he feels bad for him.

Taehyung on the other hand is a bit more helpful. He pops a fry in his mouth and talks with his mouth full, “It’s possible. We have like a button in our ass that’s like... magic. You know what a prostate is right?”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Okay well let her put her fingers and tongue in your ass then, if you know so much about it. Have you eaten hers?”

“Yeah I’ve had my tongue in every crevice of that girls body.” He’s nodding and smiling like he’s proud. He glances at you, and he sees you huddled next to your friend, looking closely at something on her phone, your long hair falling like a curtain over your shoulder, some pooling on the table. You look so pretty. You feel his stare, and look at him. Your smile is soft, and your lips pucker in a little kiss. Chuu.

“Right,” Jimin says bringing Jeongguk back to the topic at hand, “Well if she let you, and you’re open to it you should let her... like it will actually feel better for you than it probably did for her.” Jeongguk looks like he’s about to defend his honor and sex skills, before Jimin cuts him off, “Not saying you didn’t do it right or whatever. It’s just that guys are like programmed to like it... like biologically or- something.”

“Or something.” Jeongguk repeats.

“Why don’t you want to in the first place? Is it because you think it’s gay?” Taehyung asks laughing, knowing that that’s not why.

Jeongguk gives him a bored deadpanned stare. “No. Maybe it’s because I shit out of my ass and don’t want her mouth near it? She’s perfect, she doesn’t deserve that.”

Jimin cackles. “Well it’s not like you just let her go for it! You have to prepare.”

Jeongguk sits and listens as his friends give him nothing less than a full comprehensive lecture on the logistics of ass eating and ass getting ate. Ass 101. He’s still unsure but hearing from guys who have actually done it and enjoyed it makes him feel a bit more open and curious. It has him pulling out his phone and tentatively typing out a text to you, finally replying to the picture you sent.

me:

i’m thinking about it

He watches you, waiting for the text to get to you. He smiles when he sees you get excited at seeing his name on your home screen, something warm blossoming in his chest. He struggles to keep his face straight when he sees your head whip up, looking at him wide-eyed like you can’t believe what he just texted you. His fingers wiggle in a small wave, and the biggest smile slowly crawls across your face. He receives one last message before lunch ends.

baby 🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

say less, sir 🤤

~~~

Jeongguk lays on his back patiently, looking down at you below him while you take your time planting soft kisses all the way down his body. He was in a quite docile mood considering all the pestering you’ve put him through the past few days. And despite what you both knew you had planned for him. Something he claimed to be nervous about, but you supposed one could be nervous and excited and pliant all at once.

When you take one of his nipples into your mouth he lets out a soft “oh...” his hands flying up like he wants to wrap them in your hair, hold you there till he’s pleased, but he catches himself when his arms are halfway raised. He brings them back down by his sides, fists the sheets like he’s holding himself back, like he wants to be good for you. As you lick and suck on the paired nipple, feeling it pebble in your mouth, you watch  Jeongguk’s mouth fall open silently while his eyebrows furrow and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between them. His cock is steadily going from warm and plump to hot and hard and leaking, you can feel it twitch against your lower belly.

He opens his eyes to watch you and you can see his pupils are blown and you smile up at him, a tiny bud still pulled between your teeth and Jeongguk whines. A high pitch needy, breathy noise falls from his lips before he pulls his bottom one between his teeth. His head turns to the side, baring his neck in subconscious submission, and God. He doesn’t get like this often but when he does? He is the prettiest sight.

Heat pools in your belly and your panties are already sticking to your bottom half. You hum before moving your ministrations to his torso, soft wet open mouth kisses being placed any and everywhere, prolonged ones on each of his abs. He works so hard for his body, his physique. It’s something he does for himself, but you feel lucky that you get to see him like this in all of his glory.

“Thank you.” You say as you place a kiss on the tattoo he has on his hip bone.

He hums, “For what?”

“For letting me see you like this,” You finally wrap a hand around his cock. You bite your lip when you feel it jump in your palm, “For letting me explore today. You’re so sexy, and so lovely, and so perfect. You work so hard, baby.” Kisses, so many kisses planted over his groin area, but never where he wants it most.

He huffs and you can see a flush from embarrassment darken the already present flush of arousal, due to the praise and mention of exploring. He squirms in your hold, not wanting to talk, probably wishing you would just get on with it already. Surely you can feel him throbbing in your hand, right?

Finally, you bring your lips to his frenulum and place the softest kitten lick to it and Jeongguk positively keens in your hold. You stroke his cock, squeezing on the upstroke to watch a bead of precum well at the top. It glistens, shiny and clear, at the pink head. You wrap your lips around the tip fully, lapping and swirling your tongue over it, humming at the heady, slightly bitter taste on your tongue. It’s not particularly pleasant per se but it’s sexy. The fact you get him so worked up that his cock can’t help but leak, so worked up that he can’t help the soft little whines that fall from his lips; the fact that he gets so turned on and hard and wet just from a few of your kisses and licks makes you moan with his cock in your mouth, thighs squeezing together for some type of pressure and relief.

You pop off with a harsh suck. “I can’t wait to taste you.” You groan, licking a broad stripe up his cock with the flat of your tongue.

He grumbles quietly shifting, sort of like he’s antsy and frustrated. He knows what you mean and he knows you don’t mean his cock that you just had in your mouth.

“What was that?” You ask through a smile, nipping at his hip with your teeth.

“Can you stop talking about it and just suck my dick so I can forget you’re even gonna do that?” He rolls his eyes and pouts down at you with a tiny scowl on his face.

“Oh baby,” You laugh, not patronizingly, but there is a little bit of a teasing lilt to your voice, “Are you still embarrassed?”

He doesn’t answer, just scowls harder if that was even possible.

You move away from his cock, and up his body. His eyes reflect panic and his hands finally move from the sheets to press on your shoulders, trying to keep you in place. “No, stay,” he whines.

You laugh again pushing against his hold before finally settling half on his chest. You rest a leg over his thigh, keeping your body close and pressed to his. You look into his big brown doe eyes that are slightly glassy from all the teasing. You can see some apprehension and nervousness swimming in them as you place a hand on his cheek, stroking softly. He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm before his hand comes up to hold your wrist, to just touch some more. His other hand runs up and down your body that’s resting half on top of him, tickling slightly like your the one that needs attention. He kisses your hand that’s on his cheek softly before looking at you again.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You say quietly, thumb brushing over his cheek bone.

His eyes fall closed again and you can see his brow furrow once more, though this time it isn’t out of pleasure it’s because he’s thinking. Despite all the playful teasing and pestering and banter, you’ve always made sure to check that he was actually okay with you going down there. And, yeah, he was nervous but after talking about it seriously and doing some research together he always said he was fine with it. But you know things can change in the moment and you just want to double check, make sure that he still feels that way.

You hum in question gently, prompting a response.

He huffs, tightening his grip on your wrist, a nervous gesture. His eyes are still closed when he quietly says, “No I just... I- I’m not like backing out...”

“You can though.” You interrupt.

His eyes open quickly, and he shakes his head. “No, no I want to I just...” His voice starts off strong but tappers into a softer tone. “I want to I just feel a bit like... weird.”

Your brow furrows this time. “Why, baby?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t want you to.” He doesn’t meet your eyes and you can feel his cheek heat up in your palm.

Ahhhh, you think. Although you talked and teased about the topic, you realize that while Jeongguk agreed (whilst impishly feigning a faux diswant on principle) you never realized that the lighthearted “You shouldn’t want to eat my ass this bad” remarks may have stemmed from something serious, and weren’t just playful protests.

“Why do you feel that way?” You press gently.

His eyes flicker to you and then to your mouth, then back to something (nothing) off to the side. He has a small not-so-amused smile on his lips when he says, “It’s kinda taboo isn’t it?”

You can’t help but giggle at the word he used. Taboo. Out of all the things you guys have done, this is what he chooses to get shy about. Sweet boy.

“Not any more tabooo than you wanting to eat my ass, or fuck my ass.” You hum at him, stretching out the word in a teasing manner, making him look at you. You smile at him before continuing, “Or you like slapping me, or me gagging you with my panties, or-“

“Okay okay! I get it.” He laughs and places a kiss to your lips to get them to stop moving.

You beam, glad to see he’s a bit more relaxed. The boner however, is definitely gone, but that can be fixed.

“I’m not trying to convince you though.” You emphasize, “I only want to if you want to.”

He nods, softly smiling at you. “I want to.”

A salacious grin takes over your face and you sigh softly into his ear before whispering, “Perfect... I’m going to make you feel so good baby, make you feel so good with my tongue. Get you all whiny and red and sweaty. Maybe your legs will start to shake from how good it feels? Do you want that, Jeongguk?” You nip at his ear lobe as you feel a slight tremor run through his body. Your hips subtly roll against the side of his body, seeking any friction at this point. You feel him nod. “Maybe if you like my mouth enough we can use fingers when you’re ready baby.” You hear him suck in a sharp breath and slowly let it out on a shaky exhale. You grin and place a kiss to his temple before continuing. “Get them inside of you to find that spot that will really set you off. The spot that will make you cum for me. Wouldn’t that feel so good baby?”

He nods again and you can feel the hand that has been running up and down your back throughout the conversation grip at your ass roughly.

“Say it baby, I wanna hear you.”

He whines and struggles against the hand on his face that is now gripping his jaw, still putting up a little bit of a fight about wanting something he considers “taboo”. But he gives in easily enough when he realizes you won’t continue until you get more confirmation that he genuinely wants this, and is excited to have it.

“It’s gonna feel so good y/n. God, you’re gonna make me feel so good.” He’s shy when he says it, but he’s almost panting as well. At last, he’s giving in and admitting to himself that this is something that will feel good and is okay to want.

He grips your face and kisses you. It starts slow and tentative but quickly manifests into a kiss that is deep and hard, one that is full of lust and neediness. He bites at your lip needing to release some of the pent up frustration but at your whine of pain he licks over it apologetically, placing softer kisses instead for a moment before he rests his forehead against yours, both your breathing is ragged for a minute until he speaks up.

“Please y/n. I’m so hard.” He pleads in a soft whisper.

You take a second and look down between your bodies and sure enough, his cock has returned to full hardness, and your mouth waters seeing even more precum welling at the tip than before.

“I’m gonna suck it.”

“Please do.” Jeongguk laughs as you move down his body, but the laugh goes high pitched and breathy when you take him down your throat immediately.

“Fuck...” he sighs, his head falling back and eyes fluttering.

You pull off and close your eyes, relishing in the fact that you can make him feel like this. Grinning against his cock you place a kitten kiss to the shaft. “Good baby?”

He nods his head. “Yes yes, please keep going.”

You hum against the head causing Jeongguk to exhale sharply, hips twitching due to the vibrations. He’s so sensitive and you crave the reactions you pull from him. Whether they’re the soft noises and the small twitches or the loud moans and jerking muscles, they are all equally loved and desired.

Quickly you pull off and reach up placing your hand under his mouth, before he can protest at you pausing again. Maybe you’re being a little mean, but he sounds so pretty when he’s desperate and you just can’t help yourself.

“Spit.” You instruct.

You see him work his jaw, sharp edges protruding here and there while he gathers some in his mouth before spitting it into your hand. You peck a nipple on the way back down to his cock wrapping the spit filled hand around him. You see him watching you and you hold eye contact as you gather some of your own and let it drool from your mouth landing on the tip of his cock. You swear you see his eyes go impossibly darker, his jaw clenching, hands turning to fists in the sheets beneath you both.

When you stroke, mixing everything, his eyes close and he lets out a breath through his nose as he rests back and gets a little more comfortable. It’s not too messy, just the perfect amount of wetness for the glide to be slick and pleasing for him. You tighten your grip and twist under the head watching as the muscles in his stomach and thighs tense, a soft grunt draws your gaze to his face.

“Yeah... like that...” he whispers. He’s just barely rocking his hips into your hands, trying to be subtle while also trying to chase the feeling.

You speed up your hand, keeping up the movements he likes while adding your tongue to flick at the underside of his head. You glance at him and find him watching you again, a fucked out look on his face, mouth slightly parted and a bead of sweat running down his temple. Slowly you sink down watching him till you can’t anymore, burying the tip of your nose in the soft patch of neatly kept hair at the base of his cock. When you feel him hit the back of your throat you contract it and shake your head from side to side and finally, finally you pull out one of his loud and unrestrained moans. It goes straight to your pussy, making it feel like it’s pulsing in your panties.

You come up for a breath before you stay down as long as you can repeating the same actions that pulled the lovely moans from his throat and you continue to hear them as you feel him start to sink his hips, almost like he’s overwhelmed and trying to pull away from how good it feels, like he can’t handle how how good it feels.

In your peripheral vision you can see his hands twitching like he’s fighting with himself before he gives in and sinks them into your hair, pulling slightly before pushing your head down and bringing his hips back up. He’s not fucking your face, but he let’s his cock sink as far back as it can and let’s you work your throat around him, lets himself get overwhelmed instead of pulling away from the feeling like he was before.  

Jeongguk was a head pusher in every sense of the term. Some people hated when their partners did that, but you loved it. You loved it because Jeongguk was different from most head pushers. He had variety. Sometimes he liked pushing your head down and holding you there to choke you and watch tears form in your eyes, to watch your makeup run while you struggled to breathe. Sometimes he did it in a face-fucking way, his hips jackhammering while he moved your head up and down just the way he wanted it. This time though, he held your head down in a begging way. In a way that said “Oh god please, please don’t stop, it feels so fucking good, please stay there forever”.

Jeongguk is whimpering above you and you hum and moan loudly sending strong vibrations up your throat and down his cock and he’s thrashing, throwing his head back, grip in your hair tightening, a pleasant pain on your scalp.

“Oh my fucking god,” He groans, neck extended and his eyes squeezed shut.

His whole body is burning when you bring a hand down to massage his balls while still moving your throat against his tip and then all of a sudden he tenses and stills before he’s pulling you off, frantically chanting “Stop it, stop it.”

At lightening speed you grip the base of his cock, squeezing, trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Jeongguk’s whole body jerks with his cock, but no cum leaks out, only precum and spit making a mess on his angry, swollen cock. He relaxes back for a moment, cock still jumping, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath and you do the same and after you slowly release the hold you have on his cock you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Suddenly your world is blurry and you’re quickly being pulled to his chest and smothered with his hands on your cheeks, and his lips everywhere they can reach.

“God. You’re so good, so so good y/n. So perfect, make me feel so good baby. How do you do it?” He praises you between kisses and you giggle, gently pawing at his chest to get him to stop or at least slow down.

He does and you take a second to look at him. And he’s glowing. His eyes are shining, like he was close to tears and his cheeks are flushed. His sweaty hair sticks to his forehead in places while the longer pieces are fanned out on the pillow underneath him. And his smile. He’s beaming and you are so in love.

You bring a hand up and brush some sweaty strands back off his face. His eyes close and he pushes into the touch like a kitten wanting pets. He sighs contentedly.

“You’re so beautiful, Jeongguk. So pretty.” You whisper, placing a kiss to his forehead.

You bring your hand down from his hair and cradle his cheek, running your thumb over his plump, red bottom lip. You can see faint teeth marks underneath it from where he was biting it. His eyelashes flutter on his cheek as his eyes close and he sighs quietly before he nibbles on the fingertip with his front teeth and then takes the whole thing into his mouth, sucking on it. You gasp quietly, and apply light pressure pushing down on the wetness of his tongue prying his mouth open and he just lets you.

Your lips find his, and you dip your tongue into his open mouth before your hand moves to his jaw to keep it agape and you fuck your tongue into it.

“This is how my tongue is gonna fuck you...” you whisper.

He whines high and needy, and his hands move to cup your cheeks. You moan before settling over him more comfortably and pushing your soaked panties to the side before wiggling till his cock is settled between your lips.

The night was supposed to be about him, but you need something before you lose it. You move your hips in small little thrusts, the length of his cock rubbing deliciously over you clit. You both gasp into each others mouths. The hands on your ass encourage you, pressing into your cheeks and the small of your back whenever you thrust forward, and the thumbs on your hips push when you grind back.

“Holy fuck you’re so wet.” He’s says it like he’s in awe, like he can’t believe it. Like he hasn’t made you this way so many times before.

You rest your forehead on his while continuing to grind on his cock. “Love you like this...” You grip his jaw again and pry it open, even though you know he would open willingly if you just asked. You look in his eyes searching, before you feel him nod in your hold. You lean forward over his mouth and let some spit fall into it, he moans while he eagerly drinks it down.

His grip on your hips tightens and you feel his cock jerk against your clit, but he’s good. He doesn’t cum.

“I love it too... just not all the time... it’s- a lot. Overwhelming.” He whispers, and you coo.

“I know baby, you’re doing so well. Color?” You ask.

“Green.” He answers without hesitation.

You smile and kiss him. “Wanna keep going?”

He flushes when he nods his head. “Please.”

Once again you find yourself between Jeongguk’s legs. You play with his cock a little before smoothing your hands under his thighs, trying to gently push them up and back but he whines and resists.

“You have to let me see baby.” You say, a smile in your voice.

Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before slowly letting his legs fall apart.

You hum, before saying, “Hand me a pillow please.”

He’s confused but does as you ask, understanding when you tap the side of his cheek with instructions to lift his hips, pillow settling underneath his ass and lower back, propping them up a little.

You settle back down on your tummy, and open his legs again. Jeongguk says nothing but you can feel his body shaking a little with a constant tremor. He takes a deep breath settling back into the pillow he placed behind his head so he can watch what you do next.

“Ready?” You ask, hands gripping at the meaty inside parts of his thighs. You get a stiff nod, but still no noises. You pout but get started by running your tongue flat over his balls, hoping to ease him into it.

You feel his thighs tense, as you lap at the hairless balls, sucking them into your mouth every once in a while. Your eyes constantly flicker to Jeongguk’s face to make sure there’s nothing wrong, but all you see is pleasure on his face while he breathes out in soft little puffs through his nose. His eyes are hooded and his lip is drawn between his teeth.

You hold his heady gaze and you place your first little lick on his perineum. At the contact, his head falls back, mouth hanging open. You wiggle closer to place a kiss to the area, transitioning to quick little flicks of your tongue and Jeongguk moans, and you watch as he spreads a bit more, lifting his feet so his knees are pulled closer to his chest, giving you easier access. You moan at his eagerness, and have to stop for a minute, putting a hand between your legs to just press on your center for some kind of relief.

His eyes are still closed, like he doesn’t want to see you between his legs licking at his most private area, but his quiet whining and restless shifting is enough to let you know that he’s okay and enjoying it.

You bring your hands up and place one on each of his cheeks, squeezing a little, admiring the soft give of his muscles. He’s so plush. You apply pressure so his legs fall farther back and then spread him apart. You bite your lip and your mouth waters at the thought of how good your going to make him feel.

Tentatively you poke your tongue out and trace it around the little ring of muscle. He gasps and tries to clench and close his legs but you hold them in place.

“It’s okay baby.”

“‘S weird...” He mumbles.

“I know. Just try to relax for me, okay?”

You hear him take a few deep breaths before you feel his body shake with a nod. His legs fall open again and you make quick work of his hole, placing your tongue flat over it, dragging all the way up to where his balls meet his perineum.

“Ohhh,” He breathes out.

You take that as a good sign before getting a bit rougher with your actions, less of the tentative licks and more of some tight sucking and quick flicking. He’s doing so well and you can hear him moaning above you. His cock is so hard and swollen on his belly, neglected and leaking.

“Pull your legs back baby.”

He opens his eyes and they are unfocused. It takes him a second to process what you asked him to do, but once he does he moves quickly. He has a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth in parted slightly, and his tongue peaks out to wet his lips as he gets comfortable in the new position.

“Watch me?” You plead, while licking over his hole again, eyes not leaving him waiting for a response.

His eyes close for just a moment and a wrinkle of pleasure forms between his brows and his cock jumps, a little spurt of precum oozing out. He inhales and opens his eyes on the exhale, breathing out a small “Okay.”

Once you start to figure out what he likes and what makes him happy, all you hear is the steadily getting louder pleased noises falling from his lips. You point your tongue and gently push past the tight ring of muscles and Jeongguk sobs. He brings a hand to his face and rubs over it, before throwing his arm over his face, hiding because he’s so overwhelmed. To your surprise he starts to gently rock against your tongue.

“Oh my god you’re so hot Jeongguk,” You moan.

“Don’t stop,” He begs. He sounds close to tears.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

You wait until you see his hand wrap around his cock giving himself a few slow strokes, wet eyes on you, waiting for you to keep going.

As soon as your mouth meets him again, his hand he has on his cock starts moving faster, almost frantically over his length and his hips are stuttering like he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck his hand or if he wants to fuck himself back onto your tongue. You decide for him and hold his hips close to your face, sucking repeatedly on the ring of fluttering muscle.

Jeongguk gasps, “I’m close, I wanna cum y/n- Please, I-“ His head falls back and his hand doesn’t slow.

You give your hum of approval against his hole, and watch him fall apart.

His head is thrown back and he’s so sweaty from working so hard for his release. His chest rises and falls in quick staccato breaths, and his free hand goes up to a nipple, lightly rubbing his thumb over it and he keens, before he goes silent, whole body stuttering and he chokes out nothing more than a quick, quiet “Cumming” before his cock pulses and shoots out 1, 2, 3 stripes of white, the rest dribbling down his length and over his fingers. His body almost convulses from the pleasure coursing through his veins. He keeps stroking, and he lets you keep licking until he squirms, uncomfortable from the overstimulation.

You wipe your mouth and immediately make your way up to his face, straddling his hips. You don’t care about the cum, but you’re carful to avoid his sensitive cock, which is a little deflated but still laying somewhat hard on his tummy. You’re both out of breath when you slam your lips against his so it’s more gasping into each other’s mouths while your lips occasionally meet before you need a breath again. But you’re desperate to show him how good he did.

You pull back and grip his face in your hands. His hands hold your wrists, like he’s keeping them in place on his cheeks. He’s still catching his breath with his eyes closed, but you want him to see how proud you are.

“Jeongguk, look at me.”

He does and his eyes are glassy and wet and his eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears. He offers you a sheepish smile.

“You did so good baby. So fucking good. I love you.” You pepper kisses over his face.

He laughs breathlessly, “Didn’t get to your fingers...”

You laugh with him quietly. “That’s okay baby, we can do that next time. You were perfect.” You take a deep breath and collapse on top of him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, smiling while leaving small lovebites all over.

After a minute or so though, you feel him start to get restless underneath you.

“What is it baby?” You ask not really moving much.

He mumbles something into the top of your head.

“Huh?” You say sitting up to look at him.

He looks kinda petulant for someone who just came so hard it hit their neck.

He mumbles again.

“Koo. Words.”

He blushes and scowls looking away from you but the hands settled on your hips rub small circles into your hip bones, showing he’s not actually mad and most likely just being a brat.

“I want them now.” It’s quiet and pouty, but at least you understand him this time.

Your mouth opens in understanding but your eyebrows raise in surprise. You look over your shoulder and down to see his cock still laying plump and hard on his stomach in a little puddle of cum.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I know we said that was the plan but we can always do it ano-“

He grabs the back of your neck pulls you down to kiss you deep and slow, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth. When he speaks again it’s soft against your lips.

“Please y/n... it felt so good,” A tiny peck is given as your noses touch.

You exhale a shaky breath, “Yeah, okay. If that’s what you want.”

He kisses you deeply again, but positions you over his cock so he can rut up into your pussy.

“Can’t you feel how bad I want it?” He whispers against your lips. He nips at the bottom one while smiling before pulling away and settling against the pillows again, looking at you expectantly once he gets comfortable.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Big words coming from someone who claimed they didn’t even want this like an hour ago.” You smile down at him, eyes sparkling.

He snickers. He breathes a deep sigh before settling back even more. “Yeah. That was before I came so hard that I almost blacked out.” His hands are behind his head and his eyes are closed like he’s reminiscing about a distant memory, a smug smile on his lips.

“You switch from being my baby to a pain so fast.” You pout as you settle once again between Jeongguk’s legs.

He parts them with a hum. “Still your baby... just- make me feel good please, I’m like so hard- throbbing.”

You suck on your fingers a little bit to get them wet before circling one around the ring of muscles. You don’t miss the tiny gasp, or the way his legs subconsciously part even wider.

“I don’t think it’s gonna feel the best at first....” You warn, applying the slightest pressure to his hole, before going back to circling it. “Hand me the lube on the nightstand please.”

Jeongguk obliges before he says, “I know just... go slow.” He sounds just a little bit nervous.

You give a quick nod while you open up Jeongguk’s half empty bottle of lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, lathering it over them to warm it some before getting them into position.

“Do you think about me when you use this?” you ask still running your slick fingers over him.

He nods and licks his lips subconsciously. “Mhmm sometimes.”

You fake gasp and bite at his knee by your side. You’re sitting crisscross applesauce in between his legs. “Only sometimes?”

“I watch porn too,” He giggles breathlessly. “Sometimes I look for girls that look like you though, if that helps.”

“It does not.” You say indignantly, only half joking.

He brings his foot up and lightly kicks at your leg. “You watch porn too that’s literally why we are in this mess right now. We watched it together.”

You full on laugh at that. He has a point. “Okay enough, hush and relax baby.”

You weren’t sure if it was better to warn Jeongguk, or just slowly ease him into it without saying anything. If you warned him you knew he would tense up and it would just make it harder on his body, but you also didn’t want to take him by surprise either.

You must have just been circling his rim for a minute because Jeongguk huffs before asking, “Are you gonna like... put it in or...?”

You take that as a go, and peck the inside of his thigh a preemptive apology because you knew it was going to hurt a little. Jeongguk had prepped you for the times you tried anal with him and you vividly remember the sting before it became bearable. Your hands and fingers were much smaller than his, and certainly much smaller than his cock, so you are hoping the pain isn’t too horrible and ends quickly.

Oh so slowly you start to sink your middle finger inside of him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and when you flick your eyes up to look at him you can see his eyes squeezed shut tightly and his jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t really hurt yet, it’s just uncomfortable... Keep going.”

You nod softly before you resume what you were doing, and once you get down to your last knuckle, you wiggle your finger around inside for a second like you had seen in the porn that you and him watched together, hoping to stretch him out some.

Above you Jeongguk is taking shallow breaths the sort of sound like they are getting a little higher pitched at the end, and he shifts and wiggles a bit because of the foreign feeling. You glance at his cock and see that’s its gone just a little soft.

“Touching yourself might help you relax a little bit and it might make it feel a little bit better.” You suggest lightly.

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything but he does as he’s told, slowly stroking his cock back to it’s full length.

“That’s it, good boy. I can feel you’re less tense already.” You praise, and you start to move your finger in and out. It’s tight, but there’s a lot less resistance. You move them just a bit faster and focus on Jeongguk’s reactions.

His hand has started to move a bit faster over his cock, and his mouth is parted and his eyes are closed, like he’s lost in the feeling. There’s a flush on his face that has travelled all the way down his chest. Soft moans fall from his lips occasionally, although you can’t tell if that’s from you or him touching himself.

“Does it feel good?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“It feels…” He pauses like he’s unsure. “It feels… nice. I think.”

You snort. “You think?”

He laughs a little breathless, hand still stroking over his cock. “I mean it’s weird. But it’s not unpleasant. I could probably cum if I kept touching my dick.”

“Don’t cum, I haven’t found your button yet.” Your eyebrows furrow, determination set on your face.

“I do not have a button.” He says absently.

“You do. I’m gonna do the second one kay?”

“I don’t and okay.”

You ignore him and grab the lube again, adding a bit more. Your fingers find their place and as they start to sink in, Jeongguk sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and goes rigid. You wince.

“Hurts…” He says quietly.

“I’m sorry baby.” You rub your free hand over his thigh, trying to comfort him. You give him a moment, he takes a few breaths before saying to keep going.

It takes a little bit but eventually you get both fingers in. Jeongguk isn’t feeling good yet, teeth grinding, body tense, and hands fisted in the sheets trying to ground himself, but you are determined to make it good for him. You get on your stomach and add your tongue to your fingers as you start to pull them out just to push them back in. The lube doesn’t taste very good, but the way that Jeongguk’s breath hitches when he feels your mouth on him again makes up for it.

“I- I love that.” He says, voice airy and soft as he turns his head to the side and into his shoulder like he’s trying to hide.

“Mmm, starting to feel good now baby?” You ask, flicking your tongue while your fingers start to sink in easily.

“Yeah, ‘s good…” He mumbles.

Once you’re sure that there’s no pain at all for Jeongguk, you start to crook your fingers inside of him on every thrust in trying to find that secret spot of his. Jeongguk sounds lovely while you’re searching, but the way he sounds when you finally hit it is like nothing you’ve heard from him before. It’s like he gets punched in the gut and looses his breath, a moan getting caught in his throat for a moment before he exhales a high pitched whine. You didn’t get to see it, too focused, but you know his eyes rolled back.

“There,” he breathes.

You moan as you rest your head against his thigh, focusing on your attention on your fingers and hitting that spot every time you move them inside of him. Each time you hit it sweet moans are punched out, or quiet affirmations are whispered. “Yes, please, more…”.

He has that look of pleasure on his face, the scrunched eyebrows, the parted mouth. He’s fidgety, and fussy like he just wants more but doesn’t know how to get it. He huffs, annoyed, before he starts to push back on your fingers.

“God… you’re so desperate for it,” You whisper completely captivated by how much pleasure Jeongguk looks like he’s in.

He doesn’t acknowledge you. Until you start to put a constant pressure on his prostate, rubbing.

“Oh fuck- I-“ He looks down to where your fingers are like he can’t believe the way they are making him feel before he throws his head back and let’s out a deep groan.

He lets you make him feel good, let’s the pleasure build up in his body until you start to feel him tense. His whines start to come out more frequently, almost constant moans filling the air. So noisy. His legs open more and you see how his toes curl in the sheets.

“Oh my god I think I’m gonna cum,” It’s said breathlessly, almost confused. Like he didn’t think that he would actually be able to cum just from your fingers inside of him, hands still at his sides fisted in the sheets.

“Yeah baby?” You ask, voice airy.

He nods, tongue poking out of his mouth like he’s concentrating.

Your arm hurts, but you keep thrusting and rubbing over that spot inside of him. His muscles are strained, and next to your body, you can see his legs start to tremble. His breathing is fast and short. His cock is fat and swollen laying in a puddle of precum, it looks like it hurts with how red it is. You take you other hand and start to rub on his perineum, stimulating him on the outside as well as the inside and that’s when he loses it.

He let’s out a choked cry before his body jerks up, curling in on itself. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“

You don’t let up, an awestruck smiling forming on your face as you watch Jeongguk fall apart on your fingers. He’s so tight around them, it’s like his body is begging you not to stop, keeping you in place. He feels like every hair on his body is standing on end and like his skin is overly receptive and sensitive to every little thing. Wave after wave of ecstasy is flowing over him. His whole body trembles, yet his cock doesn’t jerk like with his other orgasm. This time it just pulses flat on his stomach, cum leaking out of the tip adding to the mess that was already there. With every pulse of his cock, Jeongguk’s body curls more, back raise off the bed, abs flexed due to the strain on his core. The look on his face is one of indescribable pleasure. It’s obscene. After the final pulse of his cock, he falls back, absolutely spent.

Your fingers slowly come to a stop, and you carefully remove them from him and wipe them on the bed before you crawl over his thigh and flop down by his side. You peck his cheek, staying quiet this time, not wanting to overwhelm him. He’s still has tremors running through his body when he turns his head to look at you. His chest is heaving and his eyes are droopy, but there’s a sleepy smile on his lips. He curls onto his side so you guys are facing each other.

The silence is thick and heavy but not in a suffocating way. More so in a comforting way. The atmosphere feels like you both are wrapped in a weighted blanket, just relishing in the warm afterglow of what you did together.

You wiggle closer, hook a thigh over his hip. “How was it? Did you like it?” You don’t know why but you sound shy, kinda nervous.

He simply nods, a soft smile on his face as he brushes some hair behind your ear, hand coming to rest on your cheek for just a few seconds before it’s sliding down your arm, down your hip, playing with lacy top of your panties. He bumps noses with you, breathing in your exhales before he closes his eyes and fits his lips between yours. His hand slips into your panties.

You open easily for him, angling yourself mostly on your back so it’s easier for him to reach where you want him most. He sighs into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He dips between your lips and you gasp, hand going down to grip at his wrist willing him not to tease, to not move his hand away.

“Don’t worry, I just wanna make you feel good baby.” He coos in your ear as his middle finger starts to rub slowly over your clit.

You let out soft whimpers at the slow pace that makes the fire in your belly curl and steadily grow.

“Jeongguk, I’m already close…” You warn.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Want you to cum for me, like I came for you.” His finger speeds up some. “Fuck, you made me cum so hard y/n. Made me crazy. You always do.” He moans gently into your ear.

You nod, and your legs begin to tremble. “Don’t stop,” You beg, meaning both his fingers and his words.

“You wanna know what it felt like? You wanna know what you did to me?” He presses a touch harder, and nips are your cheek.

You nod again, subtly rocking your hips into his touch.

“You made me cum untouched y/n. Do you know how good you had to fuck me in order for that to happen? God, it was so intense, and I was just leaking so much the whole time. You did that to me baby, you made me feel that good. Fuck, I wanna make you feel that good too, please cum for me y/n. I know you’re close, I know your body just as well as you know mine.” He sounds desperate, just yearning to get you there. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking, and the way you can’t stop whining my name. Sound so pretty baby, just for me. Your hand on my wrist is gripping so hard, like you can’t take what my fingers are doing to you. But you’re gonna take it and give me what I want right? Just like I gave you what you wanted, hmm?”

“Fuck, Jeongguk I’m cumming,” You cry, his words and his fingers making you shake and finally get the release that you’ve been putting off the whole night. Your thighs close over his hand but Jeongguk doesn’t let up, not until you’re cumming for the second time in a span of minutes.

“Please- I can’t-“ You squirm, and wiggle, until his fingers slow and finally slip form your panties. You sigh in bliss, body twitching as the last bits of your climax leave your body.

You turn back to your side and snuggle all the way against Jeongguk’s body, legs intertwining. Jeongguk runs his nails over your back, making little goosebumps sprout over your body. There’s a peaceful quiet coming over you, both tired from the events of the night. Jeongguk breaks it.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” It’s a timid statement, but you can hear how much he means it.  

You kiss softly over his heartbeat. “I always will.”

“Just please don’t ever ask to peg me.”

You simply hum. “Goodnight baby.”

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i hope you liked it!! i’m thinking of writing a smutty drabble of when oc and jk watch the porn together 🤨 let me know if you would want to read that or anymore of this universe! comments, notes, and feedback are YEARNED for. my ask is also open if you want to request, share thoughts, or just talk

part 3 here!