#one piece 942

[beaulesbian]

wano arc & more anime additions that the manga didn't have-

luffy actually seeing his crew is alive! (which he possibly knew from raizo, but still, after his first fight with kaido he was so upset at the thought of them being gone by that the fire blast, even if zoro at that point wasn't with them, but the others were in danger.. so this is actually nice he gets to see them on the light-scroll snail)

and cheering on zoro <33

he's so proud of his crew!

and it's so funny when he knows he shouldn't tell something but can't lie about it either

'i don't know him' akdjs sure

truly zoro's first hype-man captain!

[everyotama]

[arcade-gann0n]

... listen

(watching: e942)

[fallensnowfan]

Some thoughts after reading chapter 1062, mostly focusing on potential reasons for the SMILE fruits being one of the unaddressed threads during Wano's finale.

The Straw Hats are close friends with the people of Wano and know that Vegapunk is someone who could reasonably create a cure for those who have eaten the failed fruits. Law is a doctor with a past dealing with widespread disease. Then Kidd has a crew member who is inflicted with the effect. Wherever the story is headed, there are some possible reasons for all three crews to seek a cure.

Knowing how the three captains can be competitive with each other, I wouldn't put it past them to have made a bet over who can be first to find Vegapunk, if that is the direction the story is moving in.

The reason for having Vegapunk being a big focus during Egghead isn't completely clear yet, though the Straw Hats all care a lot about the issue with the SMILE fruits. Make what you will of Zoro's expressions in 1062 being reminiscent of his in 943.

Small aside, it's curious that, of all the Scabbards in Wano at the time, Kiku was the only one not in a place to have seen Yasuie's death, being just outside of Udon Prison at the time. Like Kin'emon, Ashura, and Dog were watching via light snails, Raizo and Kawamatsu(in his cell) watched via light snail from Udon, and Denjiro and Kanjuro were in the capital. Though Kiku was the only one who didn't see it? Curious.

In the same chapter, she also wasn't with the group that tried to steal money from Yasu, in that brief flashback. Pair those with her mysterious absences from both the shrine in 1052, and the fight against Ryokugyu in 1054-1055 and Kiku is worthy of being crowned queen of mysterious absences. Where was she then? Where is she now?

If part of the intent of the crew being on Egghead is indeed to have a cure made, it may explain why that wasn't mentioned before the curtains closed on Act 3. It would have been cruel to dangle a potential cure in front of the people of Wano when they don't yet know if it's possible. We now know that the gigantification of the Punk Hazard kids is at least somewhat reversible.

This might be a stretch, though I could also see one reason there was such little focus on honoring the dead during Wano’s finale was due to Oda wanting the SMILE fruit users to be cured first. Only then could all of Wano's citizens express their true emotions, without laughter. Seems like a very Oda thing to do, right?

[algumaideia]

He died how tragic poor little girl

[hauntingblue]

Luffy being so happy seeing zoro and sanji saving toko on the screen....

[pardon-my-scifi]

Browgoro and Mossjuro. Guys, come one. There's bigger things going on.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Celebrating Wins

Word count: 942

Pairing: Lando norris x girlfriend!reader

Summary: As a new couple landos girlfrined celebrates his polepostion with with a playful, intimate evening, marking the start of their relationship

Request are open

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The excitement from the day still lingered as we made our way back to the hotel. The buzz of the crowd, the thrill of Lando securing pole position in Q3—it was all still fresh in our minds. But now, it was just us, away from the cameras and the noise, and I had something fun and a bit silly planned for our own private celebration. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. We had only just gotten together, and this was my first chance to really show him how proud I was of him. I wanted to make the night special, something he’d remember—not just as a celebration of his pole position, but as a moment that marked the beginning of us.

As we stepped into our room, Lando immediately burst into laughter. I had covered the bed with orange and blue confetti—McLaren’s colors, of course. There were small, goofy trophies on the nightstand, the kind you’d find at a dollar store, with labels like “World’s Best Driver” and “Pole Position King” hastily scribbled on them in my handwriting. I’d even put out a cheesy plastic crown that said “Speed King” in glittery letters.

“Are you serious?” Lando asked, grinning from ear to ear as he picked up one of the trophies. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”

“Well, someone’s got to remind you how awesome you are,” I teased, reaching up to place the crown on his head. It was a bit too small, but he wore it proudly, striking a ridiculous pose.

“I feel like royalty,” he declared, holding out his hand for me to kiss, as if he were some kind of racing monarch.

Laughing, I took his hand and gave it an exaggerated, over-the-top kiss. “Your Majesty, the Speed King, shall we dine?”

He snorted, his eyes shining with amusement. “Lead the way, my loyal subject.”

We moved to the small table I’d set up near the window, where a simple dinner was waiting for us—nothing too heavy, just some of Lando’s favorite Italian dishes, including a massive bowl of pasta. I’d even ordered pizza, because who can resist pizza in Italy? And there, chilling in the ice bucket, was a bottle of his favorite champagne.

As we sat down, I grabbed a napkin and tucked it into his shirt collar like a bib. “Can’t have you getting pasta sauce on your royal robes,” I said, doing my best to keep a straight face.

Lando burst out laughing again. “You’re ridiculous! But I love it.”

We dug into the food, the atmosphere light and playful. Lando twirled his pasta dramatically, pretending to be a food critic as he took a bite. “Ah, yes, the perfect carbo-loading meal for a champion,” he said in a mock-serious tone.

“Only the best for you, your highness,” I replied, mimicking his tone.

As we finished eating, I brought out a small cake I’d hidden earlier. It was nothing fancy, just a simple cake with “Pole Position!” written in blue and orange icing, with a little toy car on top for good measure. I stuck a single sparkler in the middle and lit it, the tiny fireworks crackling and popping.

Lando’s face lit up with childlike glee as he watched the sparkler. “This is amazing. I didn’t think I could be this excited about cake.”

“Well, it’s not just any cake,” I said, grinning. “It’s the first of many celebrations this weekend, I hope.”

“Does this mean if I win tomorrow, I get another cake?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, you bet,” I replied, slicing into the cake and handing him a piece. “And maybe I’ll even throw in a victory dance.”

He nearly choked on his cake from laughing so hard. “Please tell me you’re not serious about the dance.”

“I’m dead serious,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “It’ll be legendary. You’ll win the race and I’ll be the talk of the paddock for my sweet moves.”

He shook his head, still laughing. “Now I’m even more motivated to win, just to see this ‘legendary’ dance.”

After we finished the cake, we collapsed onto the bed, both of us a little too full and a lot too happy. Lando was still wearing the plastic crown, and I couldn’t help but giggle every time I looked at him.

“You know,” he said, turning to me with a grin, “this has been the best celebration ever. No fancy dinners, no big parties—just us, being goofy.”

I leaned in, resting my head on his shoulder. “That’s because it’s real. And you deserve to enjoy every second of it, without any pressure.”

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “Thanks. I needed this. It’s easy to get caught up in everything, but tonight, I feel like I can just be me. With you.”

I reached up and took the crown off his head, placing it on mine. “Well, tomorrow, the Speed King is going to show everyone what he’s made of. And McLaren is going to be that much closer to winning it all.”

Lando grinned and leaned in to kiss me, his lips warm and soft against mine. “I couldn’t do it without you, you know. You make this all so much better.”

As the night wore on and we finally started to drift off to sleep, Lando whispered, “No matter what happens tomorrow, this is my favorite victory.”

I smiled, cuddling closer to him. “Mine too. But just so you know, I’m ready for another cake tomorrow.”

He chuckled softly. “You better start practicing that victory dance then.”

[leidensygdom]

Year in review on Tumblr, Pure Art edition

Since this year has had a few very popular text posts from Sygdom, here is a list of Top 10 artworks based on notes (only works tagged as “sygdomthings” have been included in this for now).

Disclaimer, all little comments about this great art is not from the artist, but the person who made a Excel Sheet with all the artworks from this year.

Number 1, Argyros and their great fashion sense

With 15 Comments, 1084 Reblogs and 2238 Likes Argy made it on the top of this year’s notecount with 3337 notes overall.

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It’s obvious how popular Argy got very quickly, so it is no surprise that

Number 2, Argyros introduction

Argy took the second place too, and that with just their introduction! 2833 notes overall from 11 Comments, 966 Reblogs and 1856 Likes!

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Onto the next one

Number 3, Gavle Goat

Actually the second most reblogged piece with 1018 Reblogs! Additional 5 Comments, 1633 Likes give it the third place with 2656 Notes!

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Number 4, Star Genasi

I am trying to be mostly neutral in this list but an absolutely gorgeous design deserves this much attention for sure.

5 Comments, 661 Reblogs and 1401 Likes for a total of 2067 Notes!

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Let’s get to another cool character.

Number 5, Vyxander

Who would have thought the first tiefling(mix) took us 4 places to see? Vyxander’s design mixes the one of his parents very nicely, and just this piece alone got 4 Comments, 455 Reblogs and 1292 Likes getting us to 1751 Notes.

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Number 6, Star Genasi Swashbuckler

Another Star Genasi piece, with 5 Comments, 506 Reblogs and 1216 Likes, 1727 Notes, showing off some very detailed clothes and weapon!

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Number 7, Relent my beloved

I am 100% biased here, the pose, the design, the clothes, my goodness is Relent cool, okay, back to pretending to be half-way unbiased. 15 Comments, 352 Reblogs and 972 Likes for 1339 Notes. (so cool)

Number 8, Watcher

Sadly the only Watcher on this list, a very chilling piece with 4 Comments, 322 Reblogs and 627 Likes (953 Notes).

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Number 9, Off Fanart

Just slightly below is our only piece of fanart on this list, a piece for the ophazines (not tagging them in this, pls look in the OG post for this). 2 Comments, 286 Reblogs and 951 Likes!

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Number 10, Aasimar, Half-Drow Cleric

The last piece is again a very stunning display of skill with 1 Comment, 293 Reblogs and 648 Likes, overall 942 Notes.

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Overall statistics: 122 art pieces with 57,011 Notes can be found just this year in Sygdom’s art tag, an impressive amount of work and diversity throughout. The obvious winner in amount of Notes is Argyros, 8,634 Notes just on their art alone!

[brandileigh2003]

[#FFF 259 House of Cards]

Fandom: Harry Potter, marauders

Ship: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Rating: M to be safe for themes of war (no smut)

Word Count: 942

“Where have you been?” 

That is the first thing that Remus heard when he walked through the door. He’d been thinking of only a shower and one of Sirius’ pain potions, because he was pretty sure that one of his ribs was broken. He would definitely sleep before he went to Lily’s to beg for her to heal him. He didn’t know why he didn’t want to ask Sirius. Sirius’ brackium emendo was just as good, but wasn’t sure if Sirius would be there. Or that’s what he told himself. There was truth to it: he had been on as many missions as Remus, and just as quiet about it. Often even when he wasn’t gone, he would be at the Potter’s. Remus had no proof, but the cold silence between them was enough that not only was he spending time with James, it was an avoidance tactic. 

“What about answering the same?” Remus shot back, sounding much more breathless than he would have liked. 

Remus, again, had no proof, but it felt like Sirius suspected him. The time that Sirius had told Snape about how to find him kept echoing in his own head, but he always tried to dismiss it. He had never made a big deal about it even though it had felt like Sirius had shattered a piece of him. Definitely shattered trust if nothing else. 

Then he thought of everything that he was doing. Going to the packs, trying to get support for the order, pretending he was disillusioned with the wizarding war. Knowing it was only a matter of time before he would have to face Greyback. 

Sirius didn’t answer and Remus huffed, and kept as far away from his boyfriend as he could before he went into the bathroom. He got the shower started, and opened the cabinets just to see that there were no pain potions, and he couldn’t stifle the sob. Both from pain, and wondering if Sirius could have decided Remus wasn’t worth it anymore.

--

Sirius heard the cry from the bathroom, and it felt a pang in his own heart. Remus’ pain always did. 

Remus’ pain.

Oh shit. 

Sirius thought through things he’d planned to do this month, and he knew that the pain potion he kept putting off because of missions, crying to James or helping with Harry, but he’d had every intention of doing. But he’d forgotten. 

He didn’t care how much he thought that Remus might be the one who was giving away the Order’s secret. Well, that wasn’t true. He cared so much. But he didn’t care in the way that he couldn’t make himself stop loving Remus, couldn’t walk away, couldn’t voice the way that he was scared about where Remus was on the full moons to anyone besides James (who told him he was ridiculous) and Peter (who he thought might agree, even though he never explicitly said it.) But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to Moody or Dumbledore. Sirius couldn’t stop the idea that no matter how much he hated his family, how much he hated Voldemort, and how much he wished he could change things; a part of Sirius couldn’t blame Remus if he defected. Because the ministry, and nearly everyone hated Remus, made his life harder. And while he didn’t believe the promises they’ve heard whispered; that Voldemort was promising equality to dark creatures when he won. He offered places in their ranks. Whereas even Dumbledore used Remus. Manipulated what he knew Remus had for him: a sense of hero worship, and a heavy dose of feeling like he owed Dumbledore for allowing him to come to school. 

That didn’t make it easy though, just that he could sort of understand. But their friends were dying. And things no one outside the order should know was causing some of those deaths. What if it were James who was compromised next? Peter? Lily? Harry? 

And so, Sirius lived in turmoil, with a heavy sense of indecision. And of guilt and grief. 

But, he hadn’t meant to leave Remus without pain relief after the moon. He would always do anything he could to make Remus’ lycanthropy and its effects better for him. Even if it very well could be the thing that was possibly causing him to change his mind about the side of the war he was on. 

Sirius apparated to James’ house and once again cried in his arms. Over his failures. Over Remus’ crying from pain in the bathroom at their flat. Over the weight of what he himself had been doing. Just last week he had been surrounded by select members of his family. Trying to convince them that he was questioning his choices. That he was on the losing side of the war, and meanwhile trying to get any possible information for Dumbledore about what they were doing. And he had told Dumbledore it was useless, that they wouldn’t believe him without Sirius doing things that he refused to. And until he did–well, they were too smart to let Sirius overhear anything. 

--

James sighed at Sirius’ half muffled sobs about Remus’ pain, of not trusting Remus, of not trusting himself. He thought of the previous night, of Dumbledore saying his family was in danger, and saying they needed to prepare to go into hiding. He thought of all of their dead friends. He thought of who could possibly be betraying them all. 

James thought that they were all building such a fragile house of cards, and wondered what would be the thing that would cause them to finally tumble down into a mess that couldn’t be rebuilt. 

(I ended up expanding into 3k lol on AO3 if you're interested)

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[rv3rblog]

what was i made for?

writing smth for ftm!reader bc i am in fact.. ftm (and gay ! and poly yeehaw)

kyle “gaz” garrick x ftm!reader

warnings: maybe ooc, angst/comfort (more angst than comfort), transphobic remarks (not really shown), internalized transphobia, internalized homophobia

word count: 942

(this is lowkey a vent writing piece so.. uhh yeah!)

IT WAS ALWAYS HARD TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO YOUR FAMILY YOUR IDENTITY; they didn’t seem to care enough to take you seriously and it hurt.

It was tiring to explain that you weren’t a girl, that you were never one. That you were a man and you liked them too.

They either didn’t care or didn’t understand. They kept misgendering you, dead named you sometimes too.

Yet, throughout that pain, you didn’t cut them off. You couldn’t find it in yourself to let your family go. Although you should, that’s what your therapist told you.

It was odd. You found it odd to have found a boyfriend who loved you. Someone who saw you like you saw yourself. Someone who came up to you and asked you out shyly because he found you attractive and had heard your giggle and he was smitten.

But.

There was always a but.

Your brain couldn’t comprehend that Kyle truly loved you. That he saw you as a man because surely he’ll leave you as soon as he gets the chance to.

You were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Your therapist told you that it wasn’t healthy of you to hold your insecurities so deep within yourself and not share them with him. You tried explaining yourself but it felt as if your therapist wasn’t hearing you.

Because how do you explain that you don’t feel like you belong? How do you explain that in your mind, in your head, you never felt like you belonged in a gay relationship.

That you felt like a fraud some days.

Maybe you needed to get a new therapist.

No, that wasn’t the issue.

You stayed in bed, curled up. Only getting up to use the bathroom. You didn’t contact anyone all day either.

Your brain was eating you alive.

You felt wrong.

It felt like you didn’t belong. It was an odd thing. Always a mess when you were in your head. You knew Kyle was probably worried, concerned for you.

You didn’t hear the front door opening. You didn’t hear your bedroom door opening either.

You didn’t see Kyle looking at you with sadness in his eyes. Just by your position alone he knew.

You felt the bed shift behind you. His arm hovering over you.

“Darlin?” he whispered. “Can I touch you.”

You nodded weakly and he pulled you against his chest. You started to sob. Your body shaking as you let go of your emotions after being bottled up for so long.

You didn’t belong.

You weren’t a girl. Sure, you understood the pain of misogyny and sisterhood was something special to you but, you weren’t a girl.

Sometimes, you barely felt like a man either. Sure, toxic masculinity was something you saw pre transition and experienced during transitioning but, what made a man a man?

Even when voicing your concerns to your therapist they didn’t seem to understand.

No one understood you, not really.

So when Kyle told you it’s okay. It’s okay darling.

You snapped. You pushed him away and got off the bed. Your eyes were puffy and your nose was runny. You shook your head, constantly repeating it isn't. It isn’t.

Because to you, it wasn’t okay. It would never truly be okay.

Kyle got up to hold you again but you shook your head, raising your hand to stop you. He stood in front of you, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

You also didn’t know what to do.

For how do you explain to your boyfriend the demons in your head were eating you up? That they were destroying any sense of security you had.

The answer is, you couldn’t but, you tried.

You saw the way his eyes widened slightly when you started rambling. Your therapist's words ringing in your head.

Open up. Let him in. He loves you, let him help you. Let him in.

He shook his head, grabbing your hands and holding them. He whispered soft words of praise, understanding. He let you shake your head. He let you yell that he didn’t understand and that he never would, not truly.

He was trying and that was all that mattered to you at the moment.

You whispered softly that you didn’t feel like you belonged, not in a gay relationship and not anywhere really.

He nodded, encouraging you to talk.

You continued, letting him know that it was okay, if he were to leave you for a real man.

He shut you down there. He told you that he loved you. That to him, you were a real man. You just shrugged at his response, not truly believing him.

He wasn’t upset at you nor was he growing frustrated.

It always startled you, how calm Kyle was in moments your self doubt was loud.

He told you that you were a man. That you always were.

He pulled you into his arms again, his head resting on top of yours and you started to cry again.

Kyle may not understand, not fully but he’s trying. He whispers to you that he will always be there for you. That he loves you so much. How he’s so proud of you for continuing even though you’re struggling.

You let the words sink in. You know that some days are worse than others and today was bad. You melt against him, your hands gripping onto the back of his shirt.

Your body shakes as you sob. He lets your hair and whispers soothing words.

“You’re enough.”

“I’m so proud of you darling.”

For now, for a while, for next time, his words are enough.

[beaulesbian]

One Piece || Eustass Kid & Killer in ep. 942

How cruel. He was forced to eat the Smile fruit and was given a mask of laughter that he can never take off.

[everyotama]

[arcade-gann0n]

i know it wouldve fucked up the plan a wee bit but the fact that zoro actually for real went for the kill shot makes me very happy

(watching: e942)

[imaslutforcuddles]

Vampire

(Moodboard made by me.)

August Walker x Reader

Vampire, By Olivia Rodrigo.

Summary: You two had been like peas in a pod, close and comfortable. You both knew each other or so you thought. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out. August knew this, and he pushed it as far away as he could. But you're smarter than that.

Words: 942

Warnings: Swearing, spoilers, mentions of sex, yelling, manipulation, angst, violence, minor character death, not a happy ending, August Walker is a walking red flag.

A/N: This goes along with mission impossible six, except reader works alongside August. Like most of my other fics, this one corresponds with a song. Banner below by cafekitsune.

"If you don't hear from us," Ethan looked over to August as he cocked his gun.

"I'll do it my way."

August had always been a brute and someone who wouldn't hesitate to get a job done.

After years of working alone, he was a complete change of direction; and you loved it.

The thrill alone of working with him was great, but the thrill he gave you almost every night in bed kept you warm inside.

He nodded to Ethan.

"Don't take your eyes off him."

August grunted as the others left, he had wanted you to stay safe and far away from him. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for you.

He shook his head returning to the reason he had gone on this mission in the first place.

After unplugging the camera watching Lane, he filled a syringe with adrenaline, before walking back to where Lane was held captive.

The door was opened and he almost shoved the syringe into Lane grunting as he gasped awake.

"Enough games, I'm taking you out of here."

It was like a mouse and cat. Ethan was chasing a piece of cheese that couldn't be found, unknowing of the cat running after him.

August huffed, un-doing his cuffs.

"Where's Hunt?"

Lane had almost looked scared when he spoke.

"He's gone to the meeting, with a copy of you."

August was huffing with rage at this point and Lane could feel it. He raised a hand and sucked in a breath.

"Calm down. Call the apostles. Warn them."

August's face contorted, almost in disgust; but mainly annoyance.

"I have no way of contacting them. For their safety and mine."

He glared at him.

"What I do have is an extraction team with satellite overwatch and prearranged rendezvous. They'll know as soon as we leave the building."

He turned to leave before Lane continued, "No, I'm staying here."

He shifted in his seat as August stopped.

"I haven't finished with Hunt yet."

August whipped his body around, full of annoyance and anger, before stomping back to him.

"Why'd you have to make this so fucking complicated?"

Lane's head turned, "I don't understand what you mean."

August looked absolutely done, he felt done too.

"The deal was simple. I help you frame Hunt, you give me the plutonium. You're wasting time."

"There cannot be peace without first a great suffering."

He moved his face away, trying not to beat the shit out of him.

"The greater the suffering, the greater the peace."

August was losing his patience.

"When I wrote those words I wasn't referring to your peace or Hunt's suffering. The old world order needs dismantling, and we have the tools to dismantle it. All you seem to care about is that Hunt lives to take the blame. That's not anarchy."

Lane's face becomes widened and amused, and he nods slightly.

"That's revenge."

Lane leaned forward.

"Yes it is. And when I have what I want, the apostles with give you the plutonium."

Walker sighs and starts walking away, only before turning back around to spit out more words like their his last.

"Hunts the only friend you've got. You're only alive today because he didn't have the guts to kill you. Sloan was right, the IMF is like halloween. Nothing but grown men wearing,"

He pauses, something hadn't felt right earlier and things were starting to add up. He looks over to the computer they had made a copy of lanes face with.

Lane looks behind him and smiles, shifting in his seat.

"What?" He clears his throat uncomfortably.

August starts walking over to lane before aggressively ripping off his mask, revealing:

"Was it just the job?" You growl.

He was taken aback, expected anyone but you. He prayed it would be anyone but you.

You hadn't specified but he knew what you were asking.

The restraints holding you to the chair had been fake the whole time, just like his affection for you.

"You know, i had almost left this whole job when Hunt was sure you were John Larke. I couldn't believe you had faked our,"

You pause trying to find the words for the relationship you had made with him.

"He begged me to just sit here and act, that you may be exactly what he thought you were." You scoff before turning your head.

"And he was right."

August just stands there, annoyed and unresponsive. It makes you want to scream and kick him, but you stay patient.

"Was i just some stupid fuck you thought would help you when things turned out in the end?"

He finally opens his mouth, but the only thing that comes out is acid.

"I could never love you."

it strikes something in you. Maybe a fire, maybe something hotter than that, but it burns.

And you snap.

You reach behind him and grab his gun, it had happened all too fast. He couldn't contemplate what to say to you.

"Your fucking pathetic you know that? Going after your own teammate because you couldn't find a man to fuck you." He snorts trying to push you.

"That's rich coming from you asshole."

Your hands shake and he doesn't miss it. He counts on your failure, he thinks your weak.

"Oh you think i wouldn't kill you?" You laugh and his smirk turns bitter.

"Goodbye August, or whatever your name is."

Your words pierce his heart before the bullet does, but they don't reach his brain fast enough to make a move.

His words had rung in your head long after his body fell motionless.

But you had no choice, and he wasn't worth it.

[calibabii21]

|| Work Your Magic || k.dy

pairing: model!Doyoung x stylist!reader

genre: suggestive, smut, mature

warning(s): light exhibitionism, choking (y'all know I had to), mention of seduction, suggestion of blowjob

wc: 942

a/n: @neoculturecollectives @multifandomslxt @tinypink-macaron I just reeeeaally felt like fw y'all tbhhhhh🤭 hope everyone who reads, enjoooyyyssss. *respectful* feedback always welcomed and appreciated :))

"Alright now look this way" the photographer instructs one of the recently recruited D&G Ambassadors. You've been in Korea for a little over a week now, but never had you seen such an angelic looking man, not in person. At least, until today.

Kim Doyoung. You'd heard of him, and of course listened to his group's music, but never did you think you'd be in such proximity to him. Just a few feet away. Your eyes follow the camera's trail from his fingers playing with the crucifix swinging from his neck, to his pretty face. "Oh" a small squeak slips out of your mouth as his eyes briefly cut in your direction and meet your own.

Although this is the third segment of the shoot, you are still freshly enamored by his ease. You can't help but admire the way the warm-toned tan blazer attractively complements his lightly pink-tinted porcelain skin.

It wasn't until the last wardrobe change that you realize just how fashionably versatile the man was. You had also noticed that he seemed to be just as taken with you as you are him. His gaze had been set on you as his body posed effortlessly. Seeing as you were right behind the photographer, putting you in his direct line of sight, his eyes pierced yours through the entire final frame. "Great job everybody, that's a wrap on today's shoot!" you're broken out of your trance and move straight to the wardrobe rack.

Just as you return from storing the costume pieces back onto the truck, your co-stylist informs you that Doyoung is having a wardrobe issue before scurrying off. You frown in confusion as you think possible issues he could have with taking off a loosely fitting knitted sweater, but make your way to his dressing room anyway.

"Come in," he calls as you knock on the door. "Pardon the intrusion, but I heard you were havin-" you stop mid sentence as you walk in to see him topless, skin coated with a sheen of sweat. "A wardrobe issue?" he finishes the thought for you, amusement lighting his eyes, though he doesn't smile. "Oh, um, yes. a wardrobe issue.." the door shuts softly behind you "So..what's the issue?" you internally kick yourself as you notice the awkwardness you're radiating and he chuckles showing his *seemingly* innocent, gummy smile.

"The zipper on my pants is messed up, but I didn't want to ruin the nice clothes you put together for me." You can't help but smile and raise an eyebrow, for several reasons. "You called me in here..because your pants zipper is broken?" your voice oozes amusement as you stalk toward him. His head hangs as your words sink in, "I see how this looks now, but I promise this isn't a scheme to seduce you" he jokes.

You feign disappointment as you inspect his zipper, "aw, what a shame." tugging on the metal closer seems to only make it worse so you squat and place one hand on his hips to brace yourself as you rapidly wiggle the zipper up and down to get it loose. You hear a sharp intake of breath, not realizing the friction you're creating against his crotch, "now who's trying to seduce who, heh." Your hands halt as you look up at him, the erotic suggestion of your position makes heat flow throughout your body.

There's a beat of silence as the two of you eye where your hands rest. "do you-" "it's fixed" you speak simultaneously. "oh..good." Neither of you seem to have intentions to separate. Instead, his right hand moves to hold your cheek, thumb caressing your bottom lip. By instinct, your lips part as your tongue teasingly pokes out and makes contact with the pad of his finger. "ohh you're dangerous" he shakily lets out with a shudder.

The air is thick as you slowly begin to lower his jeans from his hips. He bites down on his lip, watching as you bring your face closer to his crotch, his once controlled breaths now heavy and deep. "What are you going to do, Angel?" you practically mewl at the pet name and nuzzle your face against the front of his underwear, the only thing keeping your lips from making direct skin to skin contact with him. You feel yourself becoming impatient with your own game and slightly lean back to look up at him, as if asking permission to proceed. His hand, once caressing your face, now moves to your throat, soft, slender digits encircle it, making your eyes flutter as an involuntary whimper escapes you.

"You want me in your mouth, Princess?" his rich, soft-spoken voice meets your ears. You nod with begging, doe-like eyes, willing him to add a bit more pressure to the hand collaring your neck. "Go ahead baby," his gentle command confuses you, as you've never been so naturally submissive with a man, but you waste no time hooking your fingers into his waistband, eager get a first look at his arousal outside of its confines. Just as you run your tongue along his peeking tip, there's a startling knock on the door, "Mr. Kim, we have to be out of this studio in the next ten minutes."

You recognize the voice as the photographer's and move to get off of the floor in case he chooses to walk in, but Doyoung squeezes your neck in warning not to get up and grits his teeth as he weakly promises, "alright, I'll be out soon." He bites his lip and looks back down at you, making intense eye contact, "you've got eight minutes, Angel. Work your magic."

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