#seriously though I’m very interested to see where this goes

[revenantstrampstamp]

Thinking about this moment because we actually see Rev panic and lose control. He’s angry, sure, but he’s also scared. And that’s what I think is mainly motivating his actions this time. He’d just regained some of his autonomy, and hadn’t even begun to process how he didn’t even know he lacked it for a couple hundred years, before his autonomy was being threatened AGAIN.

The first thing Rev voices panic at as he malfunctions is his lack of control. Pair that with him hearing the others refer to him as an “asset” and discuss what happens to him as though he’s a weapon and not a person? He loses it. Full tunnel vision. He’s cornered, and that fear of being right back where he was for hundreds of years is pushing him to lash out harder than he has before. Coupled with the rage that accompanies that? Not a good combo. He’s seeing red, determined to take down whoever’s messing with him, and act as out of control as possible to show them-and everyone else- that he is not controllable anymore.

[roseykat]

TITLE: Table Manners and Bible Studies

PAIRING: Jeongin x reader

SUMMARY: Jeongin, a churchgoer who is also a very sexual person, likes to immerse both you and himself in the realm of sensory play, among other things as well.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

TAGS: themes of BDSM centred around sensory play, soft dom Jeongin, explicit language, use of ice cubes, body-safe hot candle wax, a feather, blindfold, safe and consensual play, nipple stimulated orgasm, mentions of religion (no specific religion is being mentioned here but the concept is that Jeongin is religious for the purposes of this work).

MASTERLIST

He goes to church. That’s all you know about one of the guys in your class who always dresses well, dons cute glasses and seems well put together. He’s an intriguing one among the masses of students that attend and even with the volume of people, he still stood out to you even if he was quiet.

However, it was never in your interest to approach a guy like him. He and his four friends, all from the same church, seemed relatively lovely and all kept to themselves. From your perspective, it appeared as if two of the girls really liked him. If they did, you don’t blame them. Whoever he was seemed to be sweet.

“Still eyeing him up?” Your friend Minho pokes you in the ribs with his finger, lulling you out of your thoughts.

“I’m not eyeing him up,” you snap defensively, averting your stare away from his group to refocus on your lunch with him.

“Just say he’s hot,” he encourages. “If I’m willing to admit it, then you should.”

“You think he’s hot?” 

“And you don’t?” He questions back, almost offended that you didn’t assume otherwise. 

“I suppose that means something coming from a whore such as yourself,” you remember with a sigh. 

Minho nods in agreement with your statement, “and as a whore, I’m telling you he’s hot. So why not go for him?” 

“That’s not who I want though,” you say to him.

A cackle nearly breaks out from his mouth, “that’s right. So how is the hunt for one of those dom boyfriends going anyway? Isn’t that the type you’re looking for?”

“He doesn’t have to be, but it would help significantly,” you answer truthfully. “I just think that would be the best way to get my foot in the door for getting into BDSM.”

“I seriously don’t know where you got that idea from, but you don’t need to go searching for a boyfriend who’s into BDSM to get into it,” Minho truthfully informs you. “There are sites and apps where you can connect to doms and go from there. But if you do, don’t just jump at the first dom that you see. Always do background checks.”

You sometimes forget that Minho himself is in the BDSM scene. He has been for a while and for as long as you’ve known him, you’ve always been interested in what he does. From his stories, they sound exciting and riveting; exactly the kind of thing you want to try out to make your sexual life a little more lively. 

“I know that,” you whine. “If not that, then I don’t really know where to begin.” 

“Well, we all start somewhere,” he says with a hint of optimism. “Since you’re interested still, there’s a BDSM convention at the end of this week. If you want to get your foot in the door with it, I reckon you should go.”

“A convention?” You ask with intruigue. “What do they host there?”

“They’re there to promote safe BDSM to people and have a variety of pop up stores on site that sell anything related to it,” he answers. “I’m supposed to be going but, I’ve got something else on at the same time. In fact you can have my concession.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, it’s already printed off,” he says. “I’ll give it to you on Thursday.”

It was a good idea at first, but come the day of the event, your nerves were shot. It was your first time being surrounded by anything like this. Particularly by yourself. It was a bit stereotypical to assume that the convention was run something along the lines of seeing naked people tied up, some in cages, or live scenes taking place in front of crowds. 

That wasn’t the case at all. It was almost like a niche grocery store where the locals gather to buy homegrown fruit and veggies. Some part of that concept helped calm a few nerves.

Once you receive your concession band, you start around the front area of the pop-up stores. People were lining up to see demonstrations of shibari methods and most were interested in buying a series of items for the bedroom. 

They were all displayed like sea creatures at a fish market, waiting to be bought. From cattail butt plugs, clover nipple clamps, juicy erotica novels - one of which you picked up - lengths of different coloured ropes, wooden floggers, riding crops, and so much more. 

Away from all the chaos at the stalls was an area called BDSMC; BDSM and coffee. It was a way to set people up with potential doms and or subs. Each individual looking for a buddy would order a coffee or drink with a green cup that had either letter on it; D for dom or S for sub. Red cups were exclusively 'do not approach' because the person either didn’t want to engage or they may already have a partner and are just there for some good coffee. 

It was an awesome set-up and had you thinking about heading over to maybe find someone who would be interested. However, you stored away that thought as you continued to have a look around. 

One thing that was painfully obvious to you was the fact that people weren’t there by themselves. They were either there with a group or their partner, making you feel even more out of place and slightly overwhelmed. But you weren’t going to tap out early. Minho gave you his ticket not only because he couldn’t attend, but also because he wants you to experience what you’re looking for, for yourself.

So you scour out the stores under the guise of your own interest, coming across a few which struck that interest. There was one store tailored specifically to pain play, a heavy aspect of BDSM. Another stall had all to do with sexual health, consent and BDSM - not necessarily selling anything, but just there to answer any questions that people may have. 

One place had caught you attention, a store all to do with sensory play and deprivation - a term in which you’ve came across within the realm of research into BDSM.

In nicely orgasnised lines were individual packets of silk blindfolds in a variety of different colours. There were boxes of body safe candles, most likely for temperature play, noise cancelling headphones, sleek metal handcuffs, and other items that had you wondering how they work. 

“Hello, anything I can help you with or just browsing today?” One of the shop owners approaches you from behind the table. 

“Oh, just browsing thank you,” you reply back to her.

“No worries, let me know if you need anything,” she smiles back at you and walks down to the other end of the long table. 

“Hello, do you have any of these in black?” A person beside you asks to another store keeper. 

Out of sheer interest, you briefly look up at the person just as an unspoken social acknowledgement while the owner tends to their new customer. But to your absolute shock and surprise, the person enquiring happened to be someone very familiar.

The jet black hair, distinct glasses, the trendy casual outfit...

…there was no way.

“We should do. I’ll have a look around in some of our storage containers just behind the back for you,” she says helpfully. 

“Thank you,” the customer responds. 

It was definitely him, and whilst your eyes had been glued to his presence for such a long time, his gaze catches onto it. 

“Hey,” he spoke in a mousey volume.

You stall in your step a bit just as you were about to walk away to remain unknown, but the angelic purity in the tone of his voice lulled you back. You’d feel bad if you didn’t greet him too. 

“Hey,” you say to him awkwardly. “How are you?”

“I’m good thank you, yourself?” He asks back. 

“Yeah, good thanks. I know you, sort of. Aren’t you in my class?” 

It was a useless question to ask considering you’ve spent too many times looking at him to know that it’s definitely him. That distinct soft expression couldn’t pass you by. The only thing different is that he wasn't swarmed by his usual collective of friends.

A small smile spreads on his face, “yeah. I’ve seen you here and there. You usually sit close to the front.” 

“That’s right,” you nod, bewildered that he knows who you are and where you sit during class. “So…what brings you…here of all places?”

Jeongin shrugs with a smile, “interest. You?”

You nod, “also interest.”

The lady pops back from behind the screen with some items, “you might be out of luck. We’ve only got grey and white left but there’s a couples' one for you and your partner here.”

Your mind stutters upon hearing those words come out of the lady’s mouth, “oh he’s not - we’re not-“

“What about any more of these? Preferably in black as well?” Jeongin picks up a baby pink coloured blindfold and presents it to the woman. He seemed to have saved that awkward statement yet wasn’t entirely effected by it as you were.

“I’ll have a look around the back again and see if we’ve got anything,” she says, quickly rushing off.

“Sorry about that,” he says apologetically to her. 

He was as nice as he looked. Almost like a gentle, placid puppy which makes you wonder, how is someone like him at one of these conventions. Specifically, someone who is quite religious. You didn’t want to judge right away, but that was the preface of your observation.

“I take it you’ve never been to one of these before,” he points out as he waits. 

Your shoulders relax defeatedly, someone had finally ripped down your facade, “can you tell?”

“Just a little bit,” he grins. “But props to you for coming here on your own by the looks of it.”

“A friend of mine recommended I go so I thought I should,” you respond, eyeing up some of the other products.

He nods engagingly, “really? Why did they recommend it to you if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Just…looking to get into BDSM,” you reply honestly, feeling comfortable enough to talk to him about this. Plus there was no point in hiding your intentions given where you are now. “He said I should go to one of these events, check out the stores, and see how some of this stuff works I suppose.” 

The lady returns from the back with exactly what he requested while also picking up a few extra things before paying for the lot. Your attention fixates on those items, wondering who he uses them on; a pyrex glass dildo, one tube of strawberries and cream flavoured lube, and also a ball gag

Whoever his partner is must be lucky. 

The shopkeeper bags all of the items he paid for in a discrete bag before he thanks her.

“That's a good step, but if you’re a beginner, it’d be best for you to start out small,” he advises just an idea suddenly strikes him. He wonders for a second about whether or not it’s appropriate to ask, but he considers your circumstances and why you’re even here. 

“I figured that. No point in me diving right into the deep end when I can’t swim yet,” you agree. 

“You know, because we’re both here, we should get together sometime so we can talk about these kinds of things. I could show you how all of these work too if you want,” he pitches his suggestion to you, holding up the bag of things that he just purchased. 

You stare up at him, utterly bewildered, “wait, are you serious?”

“Only if you are, otherwise-“

“No!” You cut him off. “I mean, yes - yes I am serious. It’s just, I was shocked that you even asked me.”

He stifles a chuckle as a reaction to you being so oddly yet unforceably cute, “alright then. I’ll give you my number. I’m Jeongin by the way.”

“Jeongin, okay. I’m Y/N.”

It was nice to finally put a name to a handsome face. Jeongin, who was as unsuspecting as the come, had exchanged numbers with you before you both departed. He left you wondering so much more about his personality and particularly his interests with BDSM. It even made you forget to text Minho to tell him how well the convention went.

Right before you decided that you were going to ring him, a text came through to you from Jeongin. 

To you from Jeongin: ‘Hey Y/N, it’s Jeongin. It was nice meeting you the other day. I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over coffee to talk and get to know each other more. If so, when are you free?’

You to Jeongin: ‘Hey Jeongin, it was nice meeting you as well. I’m free in the afternoons throughout the week. We could go for coffee on campus after class if it’s not too far?’

Jeongin to You: ‘Nope, that’s perfect. Shall we say Monday straight after? We can head there together.’

You to Jeongin: ‘Sounds good to me. See you then.’

Jeongin to You: ‘Yup! :)’

With those responses from him in mind, it made looking forward to Monday a little more palatable. Usually, it’s hectic with quizzes, tonnes of readings, and a boring two hour lecture. Meeting up with Jeongin meant you had something to look forward to after class. 

Just as the lecture comes to an end, you look back to the middle row of seats in the centre section of the room as you pack up your things and see Jeongin waving out to you. You wave back, acknowledging that you’ve seen him and watch him say bye to his friends before he makes his way down to you. A couple of them seemed rather puzzled that he was leaving them, but nonetheless, they let him be. 

“Hey Y/N,” he says to you, walking down the steps. “What did you think of that?”

“Boring as per,” you groan. “It made me want to sleep.”

Jeongin laughed, “shall we go before you fall asleep then?”

The pair of you exited the theatre together and headed to one of the nearby cafes on campus. Normally teeming with hungry students, the venue wasn’t as packed as it usually is from the help of classes that run through into lunch. It meant that you and Jeongin were able to receive your drinks relatively quickly in order to sit down and start talking.

“How was your weekend?” He asks you.

You finish bringing your drink down from your lips, “not as exciting as I wished it had been. Mainly just catching up on some of the online work that we were meant to do.”

Jeongin is shaking his head but silently agreeing with you, “I don’t know why they bother giving us tasks to do online.”

“I suppose to make us suffer even more,” you guess. 

“I think you might be right, and since it’s worth credit, we have no choice,” he snickers. “But anyway, on a completely different note, what did you think of your first BDSM event?” 

“Not as daunting as I was expecting it to be,” you answer honestly. “It was pretty pleasant, to say the least, and the people I met were really nice.”

“That’s good to know,” Jeongin nods. “Usually I hear of beginners who get too overwhelmed and never come back. It’s a shame really because they only see the tip of the iceberg.”

“Do you normally attend those events?” You ask him, still immensely intrigued that he even went in the first place. 

“Only when I can,” he responds. “Most of the time, classes and other stuff get in the way, but I’ve found a balance now. What made you want to get into BDSM anyway?”

“A friend of mine is well into that space and I always hear him talking about it. Since then it’s always interested me, so I started doing some research about it,” you answer. “It was the same person who told me to go to that event.”

“Smart choice for doing your research, not many people do and just head straight into something they don’t know,” Jeongin mentally applauds you. “It can turn out to be a really good or really terrible experience for beginners.”

“Yeah, he warned me about that,” you chuckle, just thinking of Minho and what he’s said to you in the past. “What about you? How did you get into BDSM? Sounds like you’re already in that space.”

“I am. I’ve been in it for four years, since the start of my degree,” Jeongin confirms adjusting his black glasses. “I got into it just by interest as well - similar to you, except, I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing someone who was already part of this space so some things I had to learn the hard way.” 

“Then I take it that you’re relatively experienced then,” you respond, inferring an assumption already.

Jeongin smiles shyly, almost like he’s somewhat embarrassed by your comment, “you could say that. Is it right to assume that you’re looking for someone to do scenes with?”

You give a nod, “yes. Just…didn’t know who with.”

“That fits then; given that I have some experience and you haven’t yet, then maybe we do a trial, see if we click, those sorts of aspects. What do you think about that?” He asks you. 

An excitement thumps against your chest, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah?” He replies with optimism. “Then if it’s okay with you, do you maybe want to talk about some of your kinks and things that you don’t like and organise a time and place for our first scene?” 

“I’d love to.” 

Both you and Jeongin brought a lot of ideas to the table, conducting a healthy discussion about what you’re both into and not. Although he openly stated to you that he mainly presents himself as a dom, he was open to switching too. However, for the purpose of getting you into the swing of BDSM, it would be best for him to take the reins.

So with a little more talking, you both came up with a set date and time for the first scene which was to be at Jeongin’s place; not too far from campus. All the information and the logistics leading up to the scene were slightly nerve-wracking but didn’t match your level of excitement. 

Considering your inexperience with BDSM, Jeongin had to factor in what would be the best method of easing you into things. Sensory play was the one thing that came to mind. It’s not too extreme, can involve some restraints, and can act as a good stepping stone for a BDSM beginner. 

“It’s a good way to start off,” Jeongin said to you back at the cafe. “If it’s just sensory play only, people don’t usually climax from it. But if there’s some sort of sexual penetration that’s involved, then most likely. I don’t do the latter.”

“Still sounds like fun,” you replied.

“It is. I can deprive you of one or more of your senses which will only enhance the other.”

His way of describing the basics of sensory play could’ve easily put you to sleep – not because it was boring, but because his voice was so silky smooth that you could listen to it all day. The fact that he has so much knowledge about a subject was strangely erotic.

With your mind cleared in preparation for the scene, Jeongin flicks you a text an hour beforehand to see if you are still keen. He definitely knows that you are, but it’s also to cover his end as a dom to ensure that you know that you can pull out of the scene before it starts. 

To You from Jeongin: Hey Y/N, still on for tonight? 

From you to Jeongin: ‘Hey! Absolutely, I’ll text you when I’m at yours?’

To You from Jeongin: ‘I’ll look forward to it.’

Even if you didn’t want to go through with it tonight, Jeongin would be okay with that. For whatever reason why you would say no, he’s happy that you would feel safe to refuse. But never in your wildest dreams would you ever think of refusing, because as soon as it was time to leave, there was no doubt in your mind that you would turn back.

You had showered and packed a bag with a towel, extra clothes in case, a water bottle, and some snacks. If anyone were to come up to you and look into your duffle, their only thought would be that you’re heading to a gym nearby, not heading to your first BDSM scene. It was a nice little secret to have. 

As you arrive on the street of Jeongin’s apartment, you text him to say that you’re nearly there and knock on the door once you’ve officially made it.

“Hey,” he greets with his smiley usual self. “Come in.”

“Hey,” you respond, looking around as you step in. 

It was rather spacious which is usually not generous with student accommodation. Normally it’s one room cramped with a desk, chair, inadequate storage underneath the single bed and a community bathroom down the hall. By the looks of it, Jeongin had all this space to himself including a small bathroom and mini kitchenette area. 

“Wow, you got lucky with student housing around here.”

“Can’t stress the word ‘lucky’ enough,” Jeongin emphasises, closing the door behind you as you take your shoes off. “Took me about four months last year just to apply for a viewing. But after living in shared accommodation on campus, I needed my own space.”

“Fair enough,” you say. “Some student spaces are lucky enough to have wallpaper. But anyway.”

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” He offers. “I bought food earlier on.”

“No it’s okay thank you, I made sure to have some water and food before the scene,” you politely refuse. 

“Okay, good,” Jeongin nods, impressed even. Those who forget to eat before a scene will often find that their energy depletes faster, rendering them unable to continue or even worse, it could go hand in hand with a sub drop. “Then in that case, shall we get started?”

Your stomach flips excitedly, “sounds good to me.”

Jeongin does the honours of leading you to his bedroom. It’s adorned with a minimalistic aesthetic and beautiful muted tones. There’s a decent queen-sized bed centred back against the wall. Laid on top of its surface is a black cardboard box and a set of black restraints right beside it in contrast with the white fitted duvet. Flickering on the bedside table burned a red candle.

From what you could gather, it was most likely for wax play, but it smelt amazing. Almost a woody with a tinge of floral essence to it that filled his room.

“We can start the scene by taking your clothes off and I’ll get these restraints ready, okay?” Jeongin suggests to you. 

“Okay.” 

He steps over towards the mattress, picking up the long restraints. Only two – one for each of your wrists that he was going to link to the bedposts. He secures the ends of them in place while you strip yourself down to your bra and underwear. You fold them over your arms as Jeongin returns to carefully take them from you and places them on his chair in the corner of the room. 

He comes back once he’s done, eyeing up your body. It’s not that he meant to gawk or observe you per se, but he was in fact silently appreciating your body. He could only just hide the fact that he’s very taken with how you look and the way you pull off a simple black bra and underwear set. 

It wasn’t lingerie, but they were intricated pieces. Jeongin seems to be aware of that when you feel him delicately glide his fingertips down the straps of your bra from behind while you stare into his mirror on the wall. 

“This is is pretty,” he says. 

You swallow quietly, content with his observation, “yeah?” 

“Yes, but unfortunately I need it off for this scene. Is that okay with you?” He asks. 

“That’s okay,” you reply clearly.

“Okay then, what’s your colour?”

“Green.” 

With your given consent in mind, Jeongin works behind your back to unclasp your bra and places it with the rest of your clothes. It’s not an awkward moment for either of you given that it was nothing in comparison to the things he had planned for you. 

“Beautiful,” he comments, his eyes lingering for a few seconds too long in the mirror. Your cheeks instantly become hotter, hoping Jeongin can just hurry up and put the blindfold over your eyes so you don’t have to look at him. “Let’s move to the bed. I’ll get you to lie down so I can put the restraints on your wrists.” 

On his instruction, you make your way over to his bed after he moves the black box to the nightstand. You sit down on the mattress edge and prop your legs up until you’re able to lie down flat with your head on his pillow.

Jeongin slightly manoeuvres each of your arms before strapping your wrists into the restraints and for a couple of seconds there, you’re in your own mind. It still baffles you that you struck gold with Jeongin by absolute chance. Not to mention he’s the same person who attends church and goes to bible studies and is the same person who’s tying you to his bed. 

“Not too tight?” He checks in with you. 

“Nope, that’s fine,” you reply. 

Jeongin takes the lid off of the box on the side and takes out the silk black blindfold he purchased from the convention the other day, “okay, I’m going to place the blindfold over your eyes now.”

You nod as total darkness shields you from the predictable. Now you can’t see what’s coming next. The excitement and anticipation hinder all nervousness you’ve been feeling while Jeongin takes a moment to appreciate the state that you’re in. It’s not often for him to be so taken with a person to the point where he just about forgets what he’s doing.

Only then does he realise that he’s in a scene and needs to refocus. 

Once he’s content with everything, he decides to move on, “now we can start.” 

He goes back to the box, careful not to make too much sound so that you can’t grasp a hint of what might be inside. The first item he picks up is a long, spindly black feather. It’s simple yet very effective, responsible for creating that ticklish sensation when he dances it lightly and softly along your skin. On its first contact, your nerves try to anticipate where Jeongin will take the feather next, but their guesses come up short when he uses it somewhere else. 

The feather glides from the base of your throat, downwards and in between your tits. Jeongin then uses it to delicately lick over your nipple, making you keen slightly to one side. You can’t help but suppress a moan by biting down on your lip. It shouldn’t feel this good too early, but you can’t help your body’s natural reaction to the feather that leaves tingles in your muscles throughout its wake. 

The smile on Jeongin’s face indicates that he’s enjoying watching you squirm and quietly whimper, still teasing you with the black plume. He drags it from the tips of your toes, up your shin, and right over your clothed pussy, making you press your head back into the pillow. 

Jeongin makes a mental note of that reaction and smirks. To him, those small effects of what he’s doing to your body with only a feather, make him wonder how sensitive you really are. But it’s not his whole desire to spend too much time with it and proceeds to move on to something else; the hot wax. 

After placing the previous item in the box, Jeongin swaps it for the candle. The catcher has collected a substantial amount of wax at the bottom which will allow him to pour the majority of it out before it starts to solidify. But Jeongin stalls for a moment as he tries to make up his mind on where to pour first. 

In his opinion, he wants to cover all the sensitive parts that you’ll let him. Your tits, collarbone, throat, tummy, wherever. Eventually, however, he knows he’ll get to those places. So he starts with your tummy, watching the hot wax drip and dribble onto your skin, hardening as it makes contact. 

A gasp is forced out of your mouth, “s-shit-“

“Too hot?” Jeongin asks you, pulling back the candle before he goes to pour again. 

“N-No,” you shake your head fervently. “J-Just wasn’t expecting-"

Jeongin pours a steady line of wax in between your tits, prying your mouth open for slightly quiet yet strained moans to roll from the base of your throat.

He expects you to have some sort of reaction to the hot wax, but not like this. Usually, people try to escape from the head, some swear like sailors, and others might scream or yelp. You on the other hand…it makes him wonder if you’re a masochist with the way you’re moaning from the slight pain. 

Nonetheless, he drips more wax, this time down your abdomen, forcing you to purse your lips to suppress any sound.

Despite the temperature of the thick content, your brain, for whatever reason, deduces it as a good sensation rather than a bad one. It does burn a bit, but not to the point where you feel like you need to call for a break. That feeling when it settles into the skin where it’s magnificent and warm is too good to pass up, allowing you to keep going.

With the session barely in full swing, you’re trying to keep it together for Jeongin so that hopefully he’d invite you back for another. Yet, within the second you even start thinking about that, Jeongin pours some of the wax, just about the line of your underwear, making you tug hard on the restraints. 

“Fuck – oh my god,” you groan, feeling the heat emulsify within your lower half. It spreads beautifully, just where you want it. “That feels…” 

“Good?” Jeongin asks, making your back arch slightly when he drips more wax from your sternum to just above your belly button. There are some areas that he won’t cover with the wax since he wants enough sensitive space for the next part of the scene. 

“Y-Yes.” 

Since Jeongin has some verbal confirmation from you that the heat feels good, his indication of pinning you for being a masochist grows stronger. It’s not abnormal, but it’s rare. Not everyone is a fan of pain and some even find it confusing when it’s applied in the bedroom.

That’s not Jeongin though. He appreciates pain and pleasure in a controlled environment. In saying that, he cannot make a full observation of whether or not you’re a full-blown masochist. He’d need to actually ask you first and run other ‘tests’ to achieve a result. 

In light of the pain, Jeongin makes use of the little wax he has left, steadily pouring it onto the underside of your tits – close to where you want it. When there’s no content left at the bottom of the catcher, he moves on once more. This time, to a completely opposite temperature. 

He sets the candle back down on the nightstand, leaving it to continue burning so that the aroma fills the room rather than smoke if he were to blow it out. You then hear his footsteps shuffling around to the other side of the bed, making you wonder what it is that he’s doing. But despite tuning your ears into his every movement, Jeongin makes sure to be as careful as he can to ensure that you don’t know what’s coming next. 

The one thing that you hadn’t noticed in his room the second you walked in was a mini tin bucket of ice cubes on the other side of his bed. He gave away zero hints towards his next move, so when he quietly picked up one of the cubes and immediately placed it just above your tits, you suck in a huge gasp. 

“Geez, I wasn’t ready,” you sigh out some of the anticipation that’s building inside of you. 

Jeongin smiles, “good.” 

The areas of your body that are free from the hardened wax allow him to glide the ice cube gently over your skin. The temperature in comparison to the wax is electrifying, more so than what you ever would have anticipated – had you known it was coming. 

Jeongin watches the ice cubes melt from your body heat, seeing the droplets of water pool for a second and run down your sides. When the first cube has melted down completely, Jeongin picks up another. This time, he drags it slowly above the band of your underwear again. 

“Mm! Fuck…” you exclaim loudly, trying to conduct the sensation when it only just builds. “S-Sorry.” 

“You’re okay,” Jeongin reassures you. 

He then brings the ice cube up to one of your nipples, causing you to arch your back and tug on the restraints simultaneously as a sharp gasp leaves your mouth. The corners of Jeongin’s mouth perk up at your reaction. He doesn’t want to be too predictable and switch to your other nipple. Instead, he manages to pick up another ice cube and uses it on your other nipple, dancing it around your sensitive buds that have begun to stiffen and perk up.

Your poor brain is confused by the stimulation. It’s not happening between your legs but you can feel it from your chest. It feels weird not to be contracting around anything, which only makes you wish you were. Nonetheless, it’s still valid stimulation that you feel building and at first, you’re not sure if it’s an orgasm that’s forming or if it just feels good. 

Regardless of the matter, you can’t help it. It’s patterning the pleasure for you to experience without you having any say in it whatsoever. Your mind is muddled with what to say – how to express how you feel or what’s happening to your body. 

Jeongin has some idea of it now that he’s been listening to you panting and watching you writhe on his bed just from a couple of ice cubes. However, he wants to see how this plays out. 

“J-Jeongin,” you mumble, sucking in small breaths of air. “I’m…”

His ears spring up at the sound of his name, but he refrains from saying anything at all. Instead, he picks up another ice cube, allowing the one in his left hand to melt away before applying the fresh one. The chilly sensation replenishes but it doesn’t stop that sensation that you can feel in your tits all the way through to your pussy. Even though it feels similar to an orgasm, it triggers zero verbal response when it decides to hit you out of nowhere. 

Jeongin sees your mouth part, your legs bracketing together like they’re trying to find something to clamp around. All the while, he doesn’t stop stimulating your nipples with the cubes until your back is flat on his bed again. He had to see it through to the end. 

Breathless and slightly dazed as you were, the first thing that came to mind was that you did in fact cum. Following that came anxiously wondering what Jeongin’s reaction was.

At that, an invisible weight of embarrassment starts tugging you down. You wanted the blindfold to remain over your eyes, terrified of meeting whatever expression was laden on Jeongin’s face. There was no point in trying to gauge how he reacted when you orgasmed, but there was one thing for sure and that was he didn’t stop you from doing it. 

A few lingering moments later, Jeongin becomes satisfied with the tail end of the scene. He got through the aspects of sensory play that you both wanted to cover from the conversation you had at the beginning of the week.

He gently removes the silk blindfold from your eyes, fixing some of your hair in the process to get it out of your eyes. Even though your eyes shy away from his face, Jeongin can easily see the deep red burning through your cheeks. 

“I’ll get these off for you,” Jeongin murmurs, already freeing one of your wrists from the restraint before moving on to the other.

Once you’re completely unrestricted, you sit up straight away and start blabbing out an explanation to him. 

“Just so you know, I didn’t have other intentions going into this,” you speak quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting to…to-“

Slightly taken aback, Jeongin had to step in to reassure you that there’s nothing wrong, “Y/N, it’s okay, seriously. It’s not your fault that your body couldn’t help but do what it needed to. But you’ve just come out of a scene and I want to make sure that you’re ok-“

“Yes but, you said the other day that people don’t usually climax from sensory play only,” you interrupt him. 

He softens a bit, a small grin forming on his face, “I said ‘usually’ not ‘never’. I didn’t rule out that possibility.” 

You suddenly click onto his words, “so there is a possibility that they still can.” 

“Yes, but you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about or sorry for. Some people can orgasm through nipple stimulation. It’s not always easy, but you managed to do it, with ice too, and relatively fast. Plus, I thought it was cute,” he responds. 

‘Cute?’ If melting from embarrassment was a thing, you’d be a puddle all over his floor. Your face comes to fall into your hands, almost making him giggle. 

Jeongin then continues, “now, if you’ll let me help you, I’ll show you to the shower to get some of the wax off. Then we can have some of that food I was talking about earlier.” 

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A/N: again, this was meant for Kinktober but my dumb ass didn’t upload it. I’m turning this into a bit of a slow burn series, but not just yet because I’m working on other things atm as listed down below:

1. Noxious Compulsions

Minsung x reader (you can find the snippet here)

2. Foul Play

Part 2 to Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

3. Venom Eater

Part 2 to Venom Biter

4. Some things are better left known

Part 2 to ‘Some things are better left unknown’

These are the main pieces that I’m working on at the moment bc they will be quite dense, and I try to add as much detail in as I can. However, there are 100% other things that I have still sitting in my Doc’s folder that I’ll release too!

[smeddiemunson]

Eddie dating Steve Harrington and being so stupidly in love from the very first moment that no one has to tell him he’s being mean for always ragging on Steve’s taste in music, films, hobbies, and that he should try giving Steve’s interests a go.

Eddie getting home from their first date (a lunch date a the newly reopened Benny’s diner) and immediately turning the TV onto whatever baseball game he can get to first. 

Wayne watching him from the table where he’s drinking coffee and now ignoring the newspaper with a gobsmacked expression until Eddie very quietly asks him what the fuck is going on, and Wayne thinks he’s the one that should be asking that question. But Wayne slowly goes over the rules, who the players are and what all the jargon is; then turns the channel over to watch Chicago instead. 

When Steve starts coming around it suddenly starts to make a bit more sense. But Wayne doesn’t say anything because he’s enjoying the time with Eddie where they get to share an enjoyment of something, and they haven’t been able to do that since Eddie was being navigated through adolescence by the Union music Wayne liked to listen to. 

Eddie spending hours on end in the listening booth at the record store with Tears for Fears, Wham! and ABBA until he knows the records back to front and can start trying to remember the cords long enough so he can write them down at home. He can’t afford to buy all the albums he wants to learn, so he annoys (and confuses) the store clerk until he’s banned from the listening booth for a week. 

Eddie answering Steve’s questions about DnD and his guitar and Dio’s discography with such a big smile on his face that his cheeks hurt. Then being so worried when Steve gets cagey about answering Eddie’s questions about his interests. 

Eddie doing everything in his power to show Steve that no he’s not trying to tease him, that he would never do that because he thinks Steve has great taste. Sure it’s not what Eddie would pick himself, but Steve picked Eddie and Eddie thinks that Steve’s taste can’t be all bad if it landed him multiple dates and a smoking hot boyfriend. 

Steve slowly starting to allow himself to enjoy the things he enjoys in front of Eddie. Rambling tristes on why Steve thinks The Breakfast Club was one of the greatest films ever made even though it doesn’t really have a plot, and launching into tangents about whatever his brain jumps to next. 

Eddie choosing cheesy romcoms to watch for their film nights because he knows it’ll make Steve smile and Steve choosing camp slasher horrors because he knows they’re Eddie’s favourite. 

Just Eddie doing things for Steve before anyone has to tell him to because he’s so in love with Steve and wants to see him smile all the time, wants him to know he’s loved.

Eddie having grown up knowing he was gay and thinking he’d never get to have a relationship like this, thinking he was destined for nothing but hookups in dirty club bathrooms. He’s not so self-centred to think Steve will be with him forever (even though he desperately hopes for it) so he has to make the most of this relationship while he has it.

Their friends being shocked when they catch Eddie humming The Winner Takes It All under his breath or when he name drops a basketball player he shouldn’t otherwise know, and Eddie just shrugging and casually saying stuff like “Steve likes it” or “Steve was talking about him the other day”.

The Hellfire guys very seriously asking Eddie if Steve had him under a spell because the Eddie they knew would never be interested in pop culture or sports. And Eddie laughing, saying “He’s definitely cast a spell on me but nothing malicious. I’m just in love.”

And the party knowing not to bash Steve’s interests when Eddie was around because he’d threaten their DND characters lives and their backup characters lives until they got the hint.

Eddie apologising to Lucas because he didn’t get it before but he does now.

Eddie and Steve being obnoxiously in love and utterly unbearable sometimes but no one could say anything because they all just wanted the best for each other in the end.

[meiliarotten]

What's your hcs abt every merc's kinks?

Kink Headcanons (All Mercs!)

🔞Minors DNI🔞

The Masterlist

👟 Scout 👟

Very stereotypical interests, I honestly see Sout as kinda the most vanilla of the mercs

Not completely vanilla though. Not by a long shot

He’s definitely adventurous, and would he willing to try almost anything once as long as he’s with someone he trusts

Plus he’s an addict when it comes to praise

Tell him how good he’s doing while he’s fucking you, and he’ll have a very hard time keeping himself from coming right then and there.

If you’re willing to explore with him, I feel like you would witness quite a few kink awakenings.

Some things I think he would grow to enjoy are pegging, pet play, and femdom, but those are just my opinions!

🦅 Soldier 🦅

America is this man’s kink.

Ok, I’m joking. Kind of.

Soldier likes discipline, and he’ll definitely use his riding crop on you if you let him

However, that discipline goes both ways

He’ll start out with you as the bottom, so prepare to be the receiver of many spankings and swats

Then one day, he comes up to you, uncharacteristically bashful, and hands you the riding crop with a pleading look

He’s too ashamed to say that he wants you to top him, but you get the message real quick.

Once you unlock his switch side, you might even convince him to try pegging. He’s a real “man’s man” though, so make sure you’re delicate about it

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Thankfully, while Pyro is more than eager to play with fire on the battlefield, that fire does not translate into the bedroom (at least, not literally)

While Pyro doesn’t have a mask kink, a partner with a mask kink would be ideal for them, as they don’t like to show their face

However, if you don’t have a mask kink, blindfolds are always an option, and Pyro happens to like those very much

They love watching the way you squirm as the lack of sight enhances all of your other senses

Pyro also has a huge praise kink as well. They like to be told they’re doing a good job.

If they have an especially good day on the battlefield, you could offer to reward them later that night

💥 Demoman 💥

I’m gonna be honest, I was stumped on this one for a while

Eventually I finally settled on pegging

Allow me to explain

Watching the Meet the Demoman I just saw a man who, while he definitely enjoys his job, probably has a shit ton of stress

Add in the comic lore, and you’ve got all these familial expectations he’s gotta live up to as well

Basically, I think a night where he just gets to sit back and get ravished would be good for him

He would also probably have an affinity for oral, as he likes to eat you out in return

🥊 Heavy 🥊

This guy has a size kink. He likes smaller partners, and lucky for him, almost everyone is smaller than him, so he has quite the pool to pick from

There’s almost a kind of protective aspect in it for him. He likes to be able to protect his partner, to shelter them, and most importantly, pamper the absolute hell out of them

Seriously be ready to be waited on hand and foot by your own personal Russian bodyguard

I guess you could almost see it as a kind of service submission

Wow, service sub Heavy was not a take I was prepared to make but it does oddly make sense…

But as for his more dominant side, he doesn’t show it often, especially since he often worries about causing you pain during sex.

Usually you’ll be riding him

However, on the rare occasions when he’s willing, and you’re feeling especially comfortable and receptive, he will allow himself to be rough with you, teasing you about how small you are beneath him

🔧 Engineer 🔧

Toys. Specifically, ridiculously high tech toys.

Say what you will about a mercenary salary, it sure as hell lets you splurge sometimes.

And Engineer has definitely splurged, both on actual toys and on parts that he used to make his own

Yes, you heard (or rather, read) that right, this overachiever is out here making his own sex toys.

You and I both know that the Gunslinger probably has a vibrate function 😏

That said, I think Engie would have a particular kink for the classic “vibrating panties” scenario

Basically you are wearing the panties (or just a bullet vibe inside- it can really be anything that vibrates and stays put, it doesn’t have to be underwear) and Engie gets to press the buttons controlling the vibrations whenever he wants

He likes watching how you squirm and start to talk faster and louder, trying to cover up both the noise and your embarrassment.

He is the king of aftercare though, always letting you know how good you did.

🏥 Medic 🏥

Let’s get the obvious out of the way

I feel like Medic likes a lot of edgeplay. Possibly including blood, scalpels, and a few itty bitty surgeries here and there

Of course, it’s all consensual, but some people could still find it morbid.

On the more chill side, his kinks are actually pretty common.

These include impact play, edging, and sensory deprivation (for example, blindfolds). All of these go for both giving and receiving, btw

However one kink that I think is specific to him is how much he seems to love, and even prefer fucking you in the operating table.

Something about it just seems much more erotic than a normal bed

🦘 Sniper 🦘

Primal play, specifically being the predator in the scenario

Sniper is a pretty outdoorsy guy, so it figures that he would enjoy tracking you through a dense forest while you act as prey

Along with this comes outdoor sex as well

Something about taking you outside just seems so carnal and raw, it really gets him going

Plus, the chase just makes the final capture all the more satisfying, for both of you

Afterwards he’s immediately chill, carrying you back to the van for some much needed aftercare

And I just know someone out there is upset that I didn’t mention piss. I’m sorry. I’m still not gonna mention it.

🌹 Spy 🌹

A weirdly specific idea I’ve always held for Spy is that he likes waxplay

Something about the way the melted wax drips and solidifies in your body is very elegant and erotic to him (I have written a fic about this 👀)

Another big one is knife play. It definitely fits his theme

However, he never uses a sharp knife. The blade is always too dull to actually break the skin. But the way he builds up a scene is effective enough to make you feel as if you’re truly at his mercy

Basically Spy seems like a very formal dom to me, the kind that will lavish you with gifts while also making sure you never act spoiled. Brat tamer Spy, anyone?

Oh, and he likes to be called “sir.”

[emry-stars-art]

The princess bride is an incredible movie but I have to say my very favorite scene is the sword fight between Westley and Inigo. (I fence so this scene is one of my all time favorites) Anyway what I’m proposing is that Andrew learned to fence growing up and kept at it. First because it would be very cool and second because I think everyone should fence especially gay royalty.

And you're RIGHT

So. I drew it obviously but i also love the idea of this being one of Nathaniel and Andrew's first close encounters. So I also wrote it here, thank you SO MUCH for your tips on how fencing works and i hope it doesn't mess it up too bad that I switched around some of the rules, we'll say it's Palmetto's traditions 💕😅

And actually I think this it's how Nathaniel gets to be Andrew's bodyguard in the first place. You guys read the ideas below and tell me if you agree or not bc honestlyyyyyyy 👀

(Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

The first thing Andrew notices is that Nathaniel listens. He didn't expect to be taken seriously with "Don't come back until you're equal in the sport". Or he expected Nathaniel to come back time and time again to challenge him until he finally beat Andrew by luck or sheer probability. But the next time Day tries to hand Andrew's fencing off to Nathaniel again, Nathaniel declines (which infuriates Day in his usual huffy attitude but thats besides the point).

When Day goes over to question Nathaniel on it where he's leaning on the fence - again just watching - Nathaniel only says "I'm not good enough yet." Not "the prince ordered it" or "I'm not allowed to". It seems like he really is just listening to what Andrew said.

Day tries to say he's fine, he needs work but he's getting better. He won't get "good" without more practice. But Nathaniel only shakes his head.

Andrew finds this horribly interesting.

So Nathaniel keeps practicing with Day and maybe some others - maybe he gets to practice against some soldiers and he meets Matthew Boyd, the infantryman the myth the legend (was that even a rank back then I can't remember. Probably). Until finally, a good while later, Nathaniel actually manages to beat Day. They're both surprised, but time and time again Nathaniel proves he's at almost equal skill. And if he's equal to Day, he has a chance against Andrew.

Andrew's first hint that something has changed is that Day actually asks Nathaniel again - he'd stopped trying after a second refusal. The next is that Nathaniel actually accepts.

It's exhilarating to have Nathaniel on the other end of his challenge once more. It takes more clear prompting, but he even has Nathaniel talking again, though less boldly than the last time. He enjoys it (by Andrew's terms in a sport he still considers halfway useless) as much as he had the first.

Nathaniel wins fair and square.

After that, seeing Nathaniel take his words so literally and respect them and then best him in fair hand-to-hand combat? Andrew knows exactly who to ask for when Day's finally had enough of being his stand-in guard.

[skyward-floored]

Warriors gets his nickname

Hi I’m not updating long fics even though I want to, I’m instead writing more short Incredibles au stuff *collapses*. I’ll update other things eventually I promise ;-;

This is the furthest back fic I’ve written I think— Time is only a teenager, and Warriors is very smol. Time goes by Time because he got sick of them both being Link, but Warriors doesn’t have a nickname yet. I think that’s all the background you really need though, so I’ll stop and just let you read already.

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Link held tight to Time’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk, headed towards the corner stand where Time knew they could get lunch for cheap. He usually skipped lunch himself, or just nibbled something small, but since it was the weekend, Link wasn’t in school and he had to get him something.

Time looked down at his little brother, Link trotting along beside him. He was nearly drowning in his too-big scarf, and Time flipped it around his neck one more time so he wouldn’t trip on it, Link giving him a little smile.

Time sighed to himself.

He was still figuring out how to deal with having a kid as his responsibility, but... he was making it work. He’d managed to get Link in a preschool on weekdays, and was working on a more permanent place for them to stay besides “in this nice tree” or “in the backseat of the car”. Nobody believed him when he said he was old enough to rent an apartment when he tried though, so it was usually still the backseat of the car for them.

But in general, Time didn’t usually feel like screaming, and was able to keep Link happy, so he was counting the whole thing as at least a partial success.

He seriously needed to find a nickname for the kid though— two Links was two too many.

Why did you name him after me, Mom? he thought as he watched Link jump over a slushy puddle. Why did you leave him with me? Surely you knew someone who who would do a better job? Someone who’s an adult? I’m his brother, but that doesn’t mean I know how to raise him.

A crashing sound made Time’s ears prick, and the thoughts he’d been repeatedly having ever since he’d met Link fled as he turned towards a tiny side street, one that ran behind several shops.

He tugged Link over towards the alley, suspicion in every step. That hadn’t just sounded like a normal dropping-something crash to him. And sure enough, he found a newly shattered window that led into a pawn shop, a shadow disappearing into the shelves inside.

“...bad guy?” Link asked, and Time nodded, already looking for a spot to switch into his super suit.

“Bad guy. A crazy one too, breaking and entering in broad daylight. Looks like somebody doesn’t know that stealing is wrong,” he said with a tsk, and Link let out a small giggle.

Time quickly ducked behind a dumpster to change, and emerged moments later, flexing his hands in his gloves. Link gave him an interested look, and Time suddenly remembered that he couldn’t very well bring his four-year-old brother inside with him.

“...Right,” Time sighed, then scooped Link up and quickly deposited him behind the same dumpster he’d changed behind. “Stay here, don’t let him or anyone see you. I’ll take care of him but don’t come out until I come get you.”

Link frowned, worry pinching at his eyebrows, and Time tucked his scarf a little more tightly around him.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Time assured, but Link kept frowning.

“Hurt?”

“I won’t get hurt. And even if I do I can handle it, but I need to not worry about you while I fight. Stay here,” Time said firmly, then turned and jumped into the shattered window before his brother could argue.

He spotted the robber within seconds, the man breaking open a glass case with all sorts of valuables stored inside. Time put his little brother out of his mind for now, and crept closer, then abruptly cleared his throat. The man jumped at the noise and whipped around, brandishing a crowbar and staring at him.

“I don’t think those belong to you,” Time said with a smirk, and the man swung, Time nimbly jumping out of the way.

“Fierce Deity,” the man spat, and Time gave him a mocking bow.

“At your service. Put the fancy gold watches back.”

The man laughed, then his eyes narrowed behind the reptilian mask he wore. “Dinolfos of the Lizal gang doesn’t take orders from you.”

“Fine,” Time sighed, rolling his eyes. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

He threw a punch towards Dinolfos, which the robber neatly avoided, and the two began to fight, weaving around each other and dodging attacks.

Dinolfos was surprisingly skilled at avoiding Time’s punches, and Time had barely landed any hits after several minutes. Dinolfos on the other hand, had grazed him at least twice now, and annoyance began to swell in Time’s chest. He wasn’t incapacitated from the hits, but he didn’t like where this was going.

He fought faster, managing to knock the crowbar from Dinolfos’s hand, and the battle sped up without the weapon in the mix, kicks and punches just barely grazing both of them.

This guy is fast, Time thought, lunging out of the way of a punch that likely would have given him a bloody nose. How is he so fast?! Argh.

Time managed a swing that connected with Dinalfos’s shoulder, and he reeled back, shouting in anger as he lunged for Time. Time once again dodged out of the way, and noticed with a smirk that his opponent’s swings were getting more wild.

He backed up to give himself some space, easily dodging the angry punches thrown at him. Time stuck his tongue out as Dinolfos missed again, and his opponent let out a roar of frustration as Time continued to easily avoid his angered strikes.

Until Time stumbled on the dropped crowbar.

His foot slipped and Dinolfos lunged, kicking Time right in the chest and knocking the breath out of him as he was thrown straight through the broken window. He went flying into some trash cans at the end of the alley, and heard Link gasp from his hiding spot, but his chest was tight, too tight for him to sit up or even move, just lie there and gasp for breath.

Dinolfos’s foot had caught him at exactly the wrong angle, and knocked every bit of air from his lungs.

Footsteps ran over, and Time opened his eyes with a cough, expecting to see Dinolfos with his weapon raised above his head, ready to strike.

Instead he saw Link standing protectively in front of him, arms held out as if to shield Time despite his tiny size.

Dinolfos laughed.

“Is this your sidekick, Deity?” he guffawed, looking down at Link as he stalked forward. “He is tiny! Were you so desperate for help that you thought even a baby would be better than nothing?”

He continued to laugh, and Link glared up at him, his hands clenching into fists. Time tried his best to catch his breath and get to his feet, but his lungs refused to work, no matter how he gasped. Stupid lungs, come on!

The very air temperature seemed to drop all of a sudden, and a flare of panic hit Time as the robber stepped towards Link. No no no no no—

Dinolfos lunged for him, but Link blasted a spurt of ice from his hands, hitting Dinolfos in the legs. He yelped in surprise, and before he could recover, Link sprayed more ice at him, trailing up his legs and hitting his arms as well.

The shots were clumsy, and it was obvious Link didn’t have much practice, but Dinolfos was completely stuck by the time he finished, and unable to grab his weapon.

Or move, for that matter.

“You brat!” Dinolfos hissed, glaring at where Link stood. “How dare you? I am of the Lizalfos pack, son of Dinal, leader of the Lower Lizards, Master of—!”

Link shot a bit of ice over his mouth, making his face flush with anger.

Time finally managed to get some air into his lungs, and he rolled over, looking up at Dinolfos and Link with an impressed expression.

“Huh,” Time wheezed, still trying to fully catch his breath. Partially from the kick, but mostly from the remaining panic of seeing his little brother nearly be attacked while he just gasped for breath on the pavement.

Sloppy, too sloppy, you should have put him further away, he barely knows how to use his powers he could’ve been hurt he could have been ki—

Time sighed, and winced as he put a hand to his chest and lightly rubbed. He was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. “We’ll have to talk about your listening skills kiddo, but... nice work. You’re quite the little warrior, huh?”

His brother’s face positively lit up at his words, and he pointed to himself, some snowflakes settling in his hair.

“Warriors,” he said proudly, and Time snorted, slowly getting to his knees.

“Warrior, kid. No S.”

“Warriors!”

“There’s only one of you, there’s no S,” Time argued back as he stood, but the kid just kept chattering ‘Warriors’ to himself, over and over. A vein bulged in Dinalfos’ forehead, and Time snorted, shaking his head.

He had been thinking about finding a nickname earlier... I suppose there are worse ones out there.

“Well come on, ‘Warriors’, let’s go get lunch. Frosty here can just hang around until the police show up,” he said, ruffling Link’s hair.

Link beamed, and took the hand Time offered him as they stepped out of the alleyway and walked down the street, leaving Dinolfos behind in the alley.

Dinolfos yelled a curse behind them that was entirely unintelligible.

[reanbowful]

“that’s literally me”

if you were talking about your crush and they realise it was them

(gerard, ben, alex, jake, donald, wolf)

gerard jin / jin gayool

You were at his house, playing truth or dare on his phone.

When it got your turn, the golden question popped up.

Truth: Describe your crush

You look up at Gerard with a teasing smile.

“Well. My crush is a person you know well. He’s with me almost everyday.”

Gerard grinned, pulling you onto his lap.

“Oh really?”

You nodded.

“He has the most beautiful smile. And he used to be in a band too!”

Gerard raised his eyebrows, making the both of you chuckle.

“He does sound like a pretty cool guy.“

“That’s because he is! And not just pretty cool, he’s very cool. Remember that.”

You brushed his bangs away to reveal the scar on his left eye. Tracing the red skin with the tip of your fingers.

“Don’t you think your lucky guy would be jealous if he finds out that you’re sitting on my lap right now?”

You smiled, inching your face closer to him.

“You know what, I don’t think he minds at all.”

With that, he connected his lip to yours. The both of you feeling the smile tugging on each of your lips as you embraced each other in the dim lights of his room.

ben park / park humin

Okay look. Ben is a himbo, but he’s not that stupid.

The two of you were walking down the street together playing some dumb game.

Catch the shadow basically. But if you catch the other person’s shadow, you can ask them one question. And if they cannot answer, they have to buy the two of you ice cream.

“Ha! I caught you!”

Clicking your tongue, you gave up and turned to him.

“Alright, spill it.”

“Hihi, who do you have a crush on?”

You looked at him incredulously. This grown dude was giggling and wiggling his brows like he’s some elementary school kid who heard the word underwear for the first time.

“Seriously? Fine. I’ll describe him to you. This person, goes to Eunjang. And you know him.”

“Ooh. Interesting-“

“Shh. I’m not done. So, this person. He’s.. strong. Like super strong, like you wouldn’t even believe it strong. He’s like a superhero. He has a nice smile and has a surprisingly connoisseur palate. He also has the most beautiful sun-kissed skin I have ever seen.”

Ben is now looking at you with intent, a slightly nervous gulp could be seen from where you stand.

“I like his- no I love how he’s always there for his friends. And the fact that he is liked by everyone gives me a warm feeling in my chest. He also has a child-like wonder to his eyes that I want to protect forever-”

Feeling a heavy hand drop on your shoulder, you stopped your current rambling to see a frowning Ben at your side.

“Wait- Uh not to be a narcissist, but the way you’re explaining about this guy makes it sound like you’re literally describing me?”

Oh how you wanted to punch him lovingly in the face.

“It is you.”

“IT IS?!”

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex was furious. And not to mention super confused.

He thought the two of you had something together!

Alex had overheard the girls talking at your part-time job about your supposed “crush”.

How had he not realise it sooner! Figures he was just another ‘great’ friend of yours.

“Hey, Alex!”

“Oh. it’s you.”

You had just finished your shift and headed straight to his gym with two cups of coffee in your hands.

Setting them down, you took your backpack off and tossed them over on the corner.

“I brought you some coffee.”

Your smile melts his heart a little bit. But then he remembers that you already have a pretty little “crush”. So, he just turned his head and murmured

“Why didn’t you just give it to your crush? I’m sure HE would appreciate it.”

You turned to him, baffled.

But, honestly a sulky Alex is kind of amusing to see, so a small laughter cracked out of you.

“Where did you heard that from?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter. Good for you though, I’m sure he’s such a great guy.”

You hummed to yourself.

“Yeah, he kinda is actually.”

Alex let out a choked sound when he whipped his head to face you with the most ‘I thought what we had was special’ expression, that for a second there you were genuinely worried that he was gonna start crying.

“Alex-”

“No, I mean it. I’m sure you’d pick someone worthy enough, so let’s hear it. What’s so great about this guy?”

He just can’t figure it out can he.

You sighed.

“To name a few, he’s the sweetest person I know. He has a big dream, and he’s a hardworking person. I love his eyes, his smile, and his cute little red nose.”

“Huh? What do you- OW!”

Alex’s eyes widened when you came to pinch the bridge of his nose hard.

Ah.. that’s definitely gonna be red- eh?

And only then he realised. Darting his eyes up at you as you look down onto him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Figured it out yet?”

Face hot and burning now, remembering just how ridiculous he had acted.

jake ji / ji hakho

“Jake, come take a picture with me.”

No questions asked, Jake came and posed for the camera.

“What’s it for?”

“Uh nothing! Just wanted to get back at someone, you know.”

It was in fact, not nothing. The truth is that you have been compiling pictures of both you and Jake to keep as a substitute. It looks a lot like you guys are dating from those pics, and you like looking at them to cheer yourself up during the bad days. Not that anyone has to know.

“Ooh~ Is it a new guy? Do I know him?”

“Tsk. Mind your own business.”

“Aww come on, we’re friends aren’t we? Besides I gotta make sure he’s good for you! Call it a guy’s instinct~”

That’s not the problem dumbass! But,

You really can’t say no to him can you.

“It’s someone I like.”

“Whew! Let’s hear more about this lucky guy then!”

Gosh if only he knows. (ITS YOU MANN)

You shifted in your seat, tucking a loose strand behind your ear as you start, warily watching his every move.

“I met him 3 years ago. He never really noticed me, he was one of the cool kids. All the girls liked him so it wasn’t really a surprise that I joined in. Eventually he came up to talk to me and we became friends, and he’s such a sweetheart but he’s just so oblivious that it’s making me go crazy!”

Jake looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Your heart thumped with anticipation.

“Damn.. that must be hard. But if it’s you, I’m sure it will work out!”

You felt your heart sink as he tapped you on your shoulder, mouthing a ‘good luck’ before leaving the classroom.

It is what it is you guess.

Meanwhile in Jake’s mind:

man don’t say anything man, if it’s not actually you it’s gonna be sooo damn awkward

donald na / na baekjin

This scenario with Donald would be super straightforward.

It would be completely out of the blue as well.

He was doing some paperworks in his office when you suddenly barged in.

“Donald, I would like to inform you about my crush.”

If he likes you a lot, (which he probably does if he lets you just barge into his office unannounced) he will put down everything aside and give you all of his attention.

“Go ahead then.”

It’s honestly comical how concerned you are about such an innocuous thing.

“I don’t know when it started, but it’s been getting worse. Initially I thought that I might’ve contacted some kind of disease and went to the nearby clinic but they hadn’t found anything wrong with me. So then I went to work as usual, where I then meet you! A-and my heart did this weird jumping thing!”

“So, you’re basically saying that you have a crush.. on me?”

The way you look genuinely exasperated, running a hand through your hair had Donald trying to suppress a grin.

“I have come to that conclusion. That, yes. I’m afraid so.”

“You know you don’t have to be embarrassed about it, right? It’s completely normal to get nervous when you see an attractive man.”

“Do you find yourself attractive?”

“I mean not necessarily, but clearly you do.”

You groaned and sat yourself down on one of the armchairs Donald keep in his office, clearly in distress at this newfound feeling you just discovered.

Donald then stood up from his seat and walked over to kneel himself in front of you.

“Now let me tell you about my crush.”

wolf keum / keum seongje

It was something that Wolf overheard by accident.

He had wanted to return your calculator, walking up the second floor. Hwangmo offered to return it for him, but he wants to get some interaction with you, you know.

He couldn’t care less on what your classmates are discussing, about to enter the room when he heard some interesting statements.

“… no, but I do have it. Someone I like.”

Well well well. Looks like Wolf’s staying outside for now.

“OMG OMG WHO?”

He could hear you giggling over the series of table smacking.

“Just.. look I can’t tell you guys who it is exactly. But, I’ll tell you this. Well, um. He has a deep voice, and.. he’s younger than us. Oh and he wears glasses. There! I’ll reveal that much.”

Now would you look at that. A smirk curled on Wolf’s lips right as the words roll off of your tongue.

Oh what is he gonna do with you.

“What?? That could be anyone-”

“Noona, I came to return this.”

:)

Yes. Wolf decided that he wants you to suffer for the rest of the day.

The purple haired demon spawn could feel his soul smile when he sees the horrified looks of everyone in your class as they connected the dots together; deep voice (checked), younger (checked), glasses (checked).

“N-no way. ITS WOLF KEUM?!”

“OKAY! You know what, it’s nearly due time for P.E. Don’t forget to change guys, I’m also gonna go.”

You ever panicked so hard that your body moved on autopilot and somehow does everything perfectly? This is how you are right now.

Heart thumping fast in your chest, you made your way into the ladies changing room before a certain purple haired sadist closed the door back from behind you.

“Noona, aren’t you curious about who I like?”

This boy is gonna be the death of you for sure.

[a/n] Originally there was supposed to be Jimmy too. But I’m way too tired and can’t spend too much time on one topic so.. I’m sorry to all the Jimmy stans I failed to feed you.

[soapyghostie]

With slasher related content, I think it's usually fair to assume that Reader is a little morally bankrupt to be with a bunch of (admittedly, very cool) serial killers. But! I rarely find media in this space that leans into an amoral Reader. With all that being said...

How about Drayton Sawyer (and any other muses of your choice, if you feel like it) with a Reader who happens to be the more possessive/protective/jealous of the two? I imagine, in Drayton's case, it'd only really come up during the chili cook-offs or the gas station, depending on the customer(s). -☎️

Sorry for not posting content for so long; I’ve been super busy with school and extracurricular activities. I’m glad I finally got some time to write so hope you enjoy!

Drayton Sawyer

You being amoral is a blessing and a curse to Drayton. He’ll never admit it, but it makes him feel appreciated and loved to know that someone cares enough about him to fight or even kill for him. However, at the same time, your personality can really irritate him. Seriously, you don’t need to be constantly watching him and being at his heels all the time. Like jeez! Back off! It does cause you two to have fights every once and awhile, but it always works itself out in the end. 

A main point where you tend to get overly jealous and possessive is when you are with Drayton at the gas station during the weekdays. You are always closely monitoring Drayton’s interactions with customers, especially attractive or friendly ones. You can never be too sure though. 

Drayton is not a big fan: he feels like he is a child being monitored by their mother. You can definitely see the annoyance on his face when you come up and aggressively wrap your arm around his when he is talking to someone. Also, your passive aggressiveness scares his customers off. How are the family supposed to put food on the table now? After the customer leaves, he’ll pull you aside and have a chit chat with you about your jealousy and possessiveness. However, you still don’t listen because it still happens day in and day out.

If you thought the gas station was bad, oh boy! You're in for more. Them annual chili cook-offs get you really railed up; Drayton knows this too and always tries to convince you to stay back with his brothers, but you don’t listen. Shocker. The result is that he ends up taking you to every single cook-off he goes to and it’s hell for him. 

You are always so adamant about guarding the secret recipe that you always end up screaming at anyone who asks about it. Like damn… calm down. You, also, always make sure that Drayton wins every single cook-off. If you wanna know what I mean by how you make sure Drayton wins is by sabotaging everyone else’s chili, especially the competitors that are almost as equally good of a cook as Drayton. 

Additionally, you’ve run into some people at cook-offs that have had a romantic interest in Drayton and let’s just say you’ve broken some noses… plus, you may or may not have gotten kicked out too… That night you and Drayton had a massive fight that kept his brothers up all night, listening to it. 

However your possessiveness and jealousy does make you a great hunter which Drayton appreciates. It’s impressive actually. It makes you very focused and determined on catching any victim that you set your eye on; 99% of the time you succeed too. At least you're able to make up for scaring away customers with your hunting skills. 

Despite all the chaos and trouble that you cause Drayton, he still appreciates your commitment to him and his family. Don’t ever think he doesn’t have your back because he does: he is just as protective as you are. He’ll never kill anyone, but he’s not afraid to beat the shit out of someone for you.  

[avanatural]

Mind Games

Part 5

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, little bit of fluff, 18+

Word count: 4.2k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of disordered eating and mental abuse, sexual harassment, heavy drinking, mentions of drugs, mentions of masturbation

A/N: Welcome to part 5! There’s tension between Y/N and Ben, but who knows? They might actually warm up to each other some more 😉 I hope you enjoy. Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“I’m fine,” I grunted out an obvious lie and pulled my white leather dress down my thighs, adjusting my seated position.

“Hm-mh…,” he hummed, taunting me with that guttural voice, “Are you jealous? That your sister beat you to finding out my name?” The grin that widened across his mouth begged me to slap it off his face.

Soldier Boy… Excuse me, Ben and I were sitting under obnoxiously bright lights, on a hard expensive couch, cameras ready to roll, waiting for the talk show host to join us in the studio.

“Look, I’m tired,” I mumbled, blinking my heavy eyelids and meeting his pompous gaze, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Christ on a cross,” he breathed, leaning back a little to get a closer look at me was a whole. His apple green eyes were roaming my face through the slits of his helmet. “Where’s the fucking fire in your eyes?”

Instead of replying, I fled into my own head. Unfortunately, my nerves were soaring and I couldn’t manipulate myself into a calmer state of mind. I didn’t know if I could credibly pretend to be over the moon about Payback Rising. But I had to force myself to. The future of my bank account depended on this. My sister’s future depended on this.

“Seriously, though,” Ben suddenly spoke up again, startling my tense body and my racing mind, “Lily’s a good kid. You’re doin’ a nice job.”

My eyebrows lowered as I examined his face, searching for any hint, any sign that he might be messing with me. Imagine my surprise when realization finally hit me – he wasn’t playing. It was a truthful fucking compliment. I opened my mouth, about to thank him, but I didn’t get to.

The host dropped down on the armchair opposite us, holding a bunch of note cards in her hands, instantly receiving a touch-up from the make-up artist. Her blazer and pencil skirt made me feel underdressed. Though I had to admit, her shoulder pads were massive enough to rival Ben’s armor. 

Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself. A few dreadful heartbeats and quick “hellos” later, the show’s quirky introduction melody rang through the studio, sealing my fate. There was no way out now.

“Welcome to Power Hour! I’m your host, Amanda Donaldson. And today, I brought lots of juicy news for you to enjoy! First and foremost, I have two very special guests here with me. They’re gorgeous, they’re talented, and they’re superheroes! Vought legend Soldier Boy and rising underdog Trouble!”

A round of pre-taped applause supported Amanda’s upbeat announcement. I wanted to roll my eyes so badly that I had to bite my tongue to refrain from doing so.

Ben, on the contrary, wore a smirk on his face that ranged from one ear to the other. “It’s good to be back!”, he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

“It’s good to see you again! And you brought a new guest to our show!” Amanda turned to me with her million-dollar smile. “Trouble, thank you for being here!”

“Thank you for having me,” I said, nodding politely at the host.

“You just landed your very first role in a Vought movie! How exciting is that?”

“Oh, it’s incredible!”, I replied, trying my best to keep up with the two professional grinners, “I still can’t believe I got to work with the greatest superheroes in the world. It baffles me, truly.”

Amanda turned to Ben. “Soldier Boy, what has it been like working with Trouble?”

“Oh, we had a blast! This one right ‘ere…” He pointed his thumb at me and leaned forward in the host’s direction, hypnotizing her with his sparkling green gems. “Made the rest of us look like amateurs. Let me tell ya. She only needed one take for her scene.” He leaned back again and lifted his pointer finger. “One take!”

My shoulder twitched against his as I laughed for the camera. “Only because you made it easy for me.” 

Ben looked at me when I addressed him, a cocky smile on his face, licking his lips. 

“I felt so comfortable on set that nothing could go wrong, really,” I added, not missing the way my colleague was basking in my compliments.

“What can I say? You’re a natural,” he said, planting his hand on top of mine, which was resting in my lap. His voice dropped, the tone so pleasant yet menacing that his next words froze the blood in my veins. “Made for the game.”

I paused, not knowing what to say. His hand tightened around mine, trapping me in his hold. His eyes were like bear traps, snapping me into place. 

“Wow, you two have chemistry!”, Amanda barged into our staring match like a hound smelling blood, “Which is not surprising, I mean, aside from your homage to Trouble on Solid Gold,” she spoke, lifting her hand in Ben’s direction, “We’ve been granted a behind-the-scenes peek of the Payback Rising set. And it looks intimate.”

The host pulled out a copy of the picture of Ben and I that had made it into the newspapers. Of course, she was gonna do that. The photograph of him carrying me was accompanied by a cheering track. “Can the two of you walk us through what’s going on here?”, she asked.

“Ha-ha, I see what you’re doin’ there, Mandy.” Ben let go of my hand to point at Amanda and gave her a charming wink. “You never fail to tickle information out of me, sweetheart.”

She giggled, trapped like a little rat in his mace. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“I’m afraid we can’t say anything until the movie is released,” I chimed in, shrugging my shoulders as apologetically as possible.

“So, you can’t give us anything official,” Amanda acknowledged, “But maybe we can discuss something a little more… private.”

“Like what?”, I asked, trying to keep the smile on my face even though every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there.

“Well, your dating lives are very much a topic of public interest. People are speculating around the clock. You got yourselves a ‘will-they-won’t they’-type situation. Your fans would love to see you two together! Is there any chance of that happening?”

“Oh, Amanda, don’t put us on the spot like that,” Ben said with an angelic, exaggerated chuckle, “You’re gonna make us blush.”

“We’re just friends,” I stated, cutting through his innocent act.

“Close friends,” Ben corrected me with a pointed look to my face.

“You sure it’s not more than that?”, Amanda questioned, eyeing us with a hawk’s unwavering focus.

“I guess we’ll see,” Soldier Boy spoke, directing a playful wink at the camera that was surely going to keep the audience on their toes.

A week later

Tossing my head back, I emptied the shot glass into my throat. Lily was at a sleepover with her friends, and I desperately needed some time to unwind. The talk show had been a huge success. The only place I could unwind now without being fawned over was the underground supe bar.

But down there, things weren’t exactly calm, either. The air was flooded with tension. I slammed my empty glass onto the bar, my gaze wandering back to the two supes I’d been watching – an older guy and a young woman.

The guy was a shapeshifter, borrowing the meatsuit of a middle-aged, successful, well-groomed businessman. He was getting a little too comfortable with the young woman. Palm on her hip, wearing a dirty smirk on his face while the girl wore a frown on her own. One wrong move, and I was gonna turn his brain to mush.

He leered at the young woman, flashing his thousand-watt smile as he tried to claim her mouth. She leaned back on instinct, trying to escape his grip, and I decided I’d seen enough.

My eyes lit up, glowing with anger, as I took over the shifter’s head. The confused expression on his face was priceless. He had zero clue what was going on. Game on, you prick. He turned crimson when I replayed his most embarrassing secret not just in his mind, but also in the minds of his drinking buddies. Apparently, he’d peed himself during a sexual encounter at Herogasm. My tongue peeked through my teeth as I chuckled to myself.

The shapeshifter put his fingers on his temples, wondering where the banging headache and the intense memories were suddenly coming from, and why his friends were laughing at him.

The young woman stepped away from the shifter and met my gaze. I could see a look of relief and recognition pass her pale face. She nodded at me and hurried to the exit. 

Unfortunately for us women, male supes behaved like that a lot. They were a lot more powerful than your average Joe, and too many of them loved to show it.

“You!”

I turned my head to see the shapeshifter staring at me, red-faced, the veins in his neck about to burst with fury. “Hm?”

“You think this is funny?”, he barked, making himself taller by straightening his back.

I shrugged my shoulders. In situations like that, it was best to remain calm. “I do, yeah.” Oh, and to provoke. You couldn’t pick a fight and walk away. With supes, the only way out was through.

“You little cunt! I’m gonna fucking end you-“

I could feel the muscles bulge in my jaw. “I see you treat a woman like that again, you’re dead,” I threatened, “You understand?”

“Oh, someone’s about to be dead.” The shapeshifter started rolling up his sleeves. His nostrils were flaring along with his angry breaths.

“We got a fucking problem here?”, a gruff voice entered our little argument. His heavy footsteps echoed through the bar, silencing those around him. His wide shoulders entered my line of vision, filling my sight completely as he stepped in front of me – Soldier Boy.

Ben radiated authority, despite only wearing half his suit. He’d lost the protective gear on his head and legs, as well as his shield and his other weapons. But the angered look on his face showed he meant business.

“N-no,” the shapeshifter started to ramble, “No problem here. All good.” He gulped, his Adam’s apple dancing with worry.

Ben aimed a glove-clad finger at the shapeshifter. “I see you gettin’ outta line again-“

“I won’t. I won’t, Soldier Boy,” the shifter assured him. After some meaningless sucking up, he left, and the women in the bar could breathe again. Everyone went on about their business as though nothing had happened.

Ben claimed the stool next to me, pushing out a groan of comfort as he got settled at the bar. “Didn’t expect to see Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes in this fucking dump.”

I blinked at him with a bewildered expression. “Goody-Two-Shoes?”

“You’re called Trouble. And I’m wonderin’ why.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, side-eying me with hooded eyes. “One would think you’re more intimidating. A lot fucking worse than… this.”

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve killed the guy.” Ben tilted his head toward the exit of the bar. “Would probably have been the better choice ‘cause scum like that tends to retaliate. If you want respect, you gotta live up to your reputation. Fuck shit up.” His face was slightly flushed, and his brick wall of a body moved more fluidly than usual, making me wonder how long he’d already been drinking. “But instead, you’re a caregiver who saves damsels in distress and makes assholes blush,” he cackled, flashing his pearly whites.

“You know what…” I paused, trying to find my defiance, but it evaporated with my next sharp exhale. My heart was yearning for some peace of mind. Just for one night. “I really don’t have it in me to bicker tonight.” I waved at the bartender to pour me another shot.

Ben raised his giant hand along with mine, signaling for the bartender to make that two. “Wow. A woman keeping quiet,” he praised sourly, “I’ll drink to that.”

“Wow. A man being sexist. How original,” I shot back. So much for peace. Ben could lure my fire back to the surface like no one else. I had to give him that.

Instead of lashing out at me, he just cocked his head and chuckled. He seemed oddly satisfied with my response. “Atta girl.”

“Ben… You can leave,” I huffed, eyeing him over my shoulder after pushing my key into the lock. “You didn’t have to walk me all the way home.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? That’s what a man does.” When I stepped into my apartment, Ben squeezed himself through the narrow doorframe and passed me in the tight hallway. It only took him a few steps to take in the entire view of my small living space. He let out a low whistle as he looked around. “This is where you live?”

“Yeah.” I shut the door and joined him in the living room. With sarcasm running through my veins, I raised my arms and feigned a smile. “Welcome to my humble home.”

“This is…” His freckle-stained nose wrinkled. “A fucking disgrace.”

“That’s one way to put it.” When his disappointed frown turned to face me, I snapped, “I’m working on it, okay?”

He nodded his head at Lily’s bedroom. “Your sister home?” The door war closed, so I had no clue how the hell he could tell it was her room.

“No.” I shook my head, reaching for the whiskey bottle on one of the bookshelves in the living room. “I wouldn’t leave her by herself.”

He scoffed and planted himself in front of the window, staring down at the colorless yard of the apartment complex. “What is she, three years old? Nobody gave a shit about my whereabouts when I was her age.”

My brows knitted. “Are we really gonna talk about how we grew up?”, I asked with a joking undertone, but I was secretly dreading that kind of conversation.

Slowly, Ben turned around on his bowed legs, palms on his hips. Under the pale lights, he looked like a gigantic replica of the little superhero action figures in Lily’s room. “Oh, we’re gonna need more booze for that,” he claimed, pointing at the liquor bottle in my grasp, batting those damn eyelashes at me.

I sized him up, wondering if it was a good idea to have fucking Soldier Boy as my guest. But I was seriously starting to doubt that he was ever going to kill me. Somehow, I doubted he even had it in him. 

“Alright, fine,” I sighed out, placing the bottle on the couch table with a dull clinking sound, “Make yourself at home.”  

Ben licked his lips, pleased by my invitation. He sat down on the worn couch, grinding his jaw when he sank lower than he expected to. “You need to fucking move,” he groused like a spoiled child.

I placed a glass in front of each of us, then let myself drop onto the cushion next to him. “Do you insult the homes of all the people you visit?”

“Ha. No, I, uh…,” he trailed off, looking lost in thought, and then suddenly cleared his throat. “Never mind.” He reached out his hand and wiggled his thick fingers, silently telling me to turn over the booze.

With my heart sinking in an odd way, I concluded that not a lot of people invited him to their homes and gave him the bottle. Maybe he needed the alcohol even more than I did. I waited for my turn while he poured himself a generous shot.

“You ever see the Soldier Boy story?”, Ben asked, handing me the bottle, and then proceeded to swallow his shot whole.

“Are you kidding me?”, I retorted, filling my own tumbler, “They show that movie in schools to this day. A poor child from South Philly finds out he’s got magical powers to match his heart of gold.” With an exaggerated movement, I put my right hand over my heart while my left hand lifted my shot glass to my lips.

“Yeah, well… It’s a load of bullshit,” he grumbled and spilled a fresh amber pool of liquor into his tumbler.

“You mean you don’t have a heart of gold?”, I asked, feigning shock. 

The way he narrowed his eyes at me could have scared me, but it only made me smile. And I could have sworn that his mouth twitched, too.

“My father owned half the steel mills in the state,” he revealed, “I never lived in the streets, was never poor. Vought made all that shit up.”

I nodded to myself. The man that I’d admired growing up was nothing more than a false myth. A bedtime story. Instead of being a true hero, he really was the spoiled child he came off as. “Well… I can’t say that I’m surprised,” I muttered, “It seems all Vought cares about is profit.”

“They’re gonna do the same fucking thing to you,” he said, his bitter face meeting mine, “They’re probably gonna invent some kind of… sob story to raise your popularity. If our love story ain’t enough, that is. You should up your fucking game on that one.”

“Love story, huh?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that one comin’,” he taunted, his lips curling into a half-grin. “To be popular, you need to either be loved or hated. Vought is starting to consider the American Sweetheart narrative for you. That’s what The Legend’s hopin’ for, anyway.”

I chewed on my lower lip, staring at nothing in particular, mind draped in floating thoughts. Maybe there was someone to support me, to root for me, after all. Maybe I could really pull it all off somehow. Become one of the greater supes. And it was fucking Soldier Boy, of all people, who was pushing me over the edge toward ambition. 

“If the Soldier Boy story is nothing but a bunch of lies… Then what’s your real story?”, I inquired.

He huffed and downed yet another shot. With a hiss, he slammed the tumbler onto the couch table. “My father sent me to boarding school. Bein’ away from home was… the best damn time of my life.” His body froze like a perfect painting, emerald eyes turning glassy. It was only after he cleared his throat that he continued, “I got kicked out of boarding school ‘cause I was a fuck-up. So… Back home, it was. Father said I was a disappointment. That I didn’t deserve to carry his name.” Another pause. Another far-away look in his face. “That didn’t change when I became a fucking superhero.”

I tried catching his eye, but failed due to the pain he was trying to hide away. “How did you become a supe?”

“Went to my father’s golf buddies in the war department,” he scoffed, “Got injected with some blue substance, and voilà, Soldier Boy was born. I became the strongest fucking man alive, and… it still wasn’t good enough for my old man.” When he finally looked up, he’d blinked away the salty shimmers, but there were still golden specks of sorrow in those green orbs. “I hate to break it to you, princess, but none of us are born superheroes.”

“I know.”

He arched his eyebrows at my reply.

“My dad, he…” My chest expanded and shrunk as I recalled how my father had told me about the drug I’d been given as a baby. “He told me about Compound V. When I was eleven, I think.”

“Your old man still around?”

“No.”

“Was he good to you?”, Ben wondered casually, but the way he studied my face told me he was indeed curious.

“Yeah.” The corners of my lips bent upward as I remembered some happier moments of my childhood. “My father… He loved my powers. But he loved me more.” My eyes started to burn with tears, the air started to hurt in my lungs, and I tried to keep myself under control. “Sometimes, when my mother put me on yet another diet, he would slip me candy bars and money for proper food.” 

While I spoke, Ben was just observing me. Not mocking me, not moving in any way, surprisingly just waiting.

“My mother, she…,” I went on, “Ugh, she wanted a perfect little Miss Superhero. Dragged me to all the pageants. When I think back, I can still smell the goddamn hairspray and hear the mothers yell at their daughters. I never lived up to my mom’s expectations. I was never talented enough, polite enough, or pretty enough.”

He hummed quietly to himself, and I wasn’t sure anymore if he was caught up in my story or his own.

My lips sagged as I continued, “So, I got frustrated and just… Started working against her. I got into fights, started taking drugs, shoplifted. She loved my powers. But she hated me.” My gaze dropped to my wildly fidgeting fingers, and I cracked my knuckles in an attempt to self-soothe. “She made sure I knew I was a fuck-up. She would turn in her grave if she could see that I’m the one raising Lily now.”

Ben sighed through his pursed mouth and raised his glass to me. “To fucked-up parenting.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and bumped my glass against his. “To fucked-up parenting.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, we were wired to the fucking gills,” Ben chuckled, comfortably buzzed. His cheeks wore a freckled tinge of red, and he’d taken off his gloves.

“Holy shit!”, I cried out and downed the light brown liquid in my glass once more. 

Though, let’s be honest, I should’ve stopped drinking quite a while ago. My mind was foggy, yet excited, and my body felt drowsy. Don’t get me wrong, I was a fun drunk. But also a reckless one. I made bad decisions if I crossed that line from tipsy to wasted. And I hadn’t just tiptoed along that line, like I’d told myself I would. I had crossed it with a powerful somersault to the deep end.

“You disappointed?”, he questioned, examining my flushed face.

“What?”, I mumbled, turning to fully face him, sitting cross-legged on the couch, the shoes missing from my feet.

He cocked his head and said, “They say never meet your fucking idols for a reason.”

“Who said you were my idol?”, I babbled, close to laughing again. Why was everything so funny when I was drunk?

Ben raised one of his eyebrows at me, his head moving backward in surprise, creating half a double chin on his upper throat. 

I paused for a second and realized just how close we were sitting to each other. Even offended, he was gorgeous. On the outside, at least.

“Alright, fine. I used to have a poster of you,” I confessed through a tiny embarrassed fit of laughter. Blame it on the whiskey. It made me chatty.

“Ha! For real?”, he exclaimed, a genuine gleam of interest flashing through his eyes.

“Yeah… It was a rare one, too. Aaall my friends were jealous.” Having lost my sensitivity for personal space, I leaned forward a little too far, leaving only a few inches of alcohol breaths between us. “My green wallpaper really brought out the color of your eyes.”

His gaze fell to my mouth. It was just a tiny, soft movement, but its impact on the atmosphere was harsh like the slap of a whip. “You ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”, he questioned, then sunk his teeth into his plump lip.

“You have no shame, do you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The corner of his mouth pulled up, lining his face with a drowsy half-smirk. He tilted his face so that he could look directly into my eyes. “I’ve certainly beat my meat thinkin’ ‘bout that pretty little cunt of yours.”

His raspy tone shot a hot shiver down my body. The sparks even reached the tips of my fucking toes. I dragged my tongue along my lower lip. His hungry gaze followed the pink muscle. “You have?”  

Blunt fingertips met my cheekbone with the softest of touches. They skimmed along my skin with great care, latching on to some rogue strands of hair to place them behind my ear.  “Ever since I had you in my fucking trailer, I can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” his captivating voice admitted, urging me to believe him.

Oh boy, charm-alert. I was a weak woman. Longing to be held, even more so when I was intoxicated. And there was a well-built, handsome man sitting on my couch, making advances at me.

When I got up, the alcohol swirled around in my system, and I stumbled a little.

“Whoa, princess, you’re fucking wasted, aren’t you?” His hands steadied me by my hips as I climbed onto his lap. Amusement overtook his face. “Maybe it’s time for a little nap.”

“You wanna come to bed with me?”, I whispered against his bearded cheek.

His gravelly, honey-coated chuckles touched my very core. Then suddenly, he hauled me up along with him, holding me up by the backs of my thighs. My legs wound around his middle as he carried me to my bedroom. I pressed my lips to his neck to stop more drunk giggles from coming out.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

she is mine ~ mick mars

word count: 2044

request?: yes!

@midsummereve1993​ “can you do a mick mars where reader and him are dateing but she pregnant by somebody else who didn't want to be a father. reader goes into labor and mick is there to help her when she gives birth to her daughter to which mick gives the baby his last name because reader wanted him to adopt her since the baby real father didn't anything to do with reader or the baby”

description: in which she worries that no one will want her or her unborn daughter, but he proves her wrong

pairing: mick mars x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

Dating while pregnant felt like an impossible task. Not that I was trying to date or anything. Having the guy you thought was your endgame suddenly up and leave you because you’re having his child tends to destroy a person’s trust and confidence. But at the same time, I wasn’t going to turn away from someone who was flirting with me.

I was always up front with anyone who showed interest in me about my pregnancy. I wasn’t about to spring a baby fathered by another man on some poor, unsuspecting guy. But usually that honesty resulted in a swift end to a date, or if it was someone casually flirting with me, they would quickly move on to someone else. Once my bump became more visible, I was avoided like the plague.

I’ll be honest, it made me feel unlovable. Like carrying a child and becoming a mother suddenly made me undesirable. My hormones were already going crazy because of the pregnancy, so the undesired feeling was just heightened. I had come to terms with the fact that I was likely going to be a single mother, and there was nothing wrong with that. My first and most important concern was taking care of my baby and making sure she was happy and healthy. But on the other hand, it would’ve been nice to have someone to help me raise the baby.

And then my friend took me to an album release party.

I was about halfway through my pregnancy when we went, so the bump was very evident. I wasn’t too into parties anymore since I couldn’t drink, but she begged me to be her plus one and told me the band would be there. I knew vaguely of the band, but it wasn’t really my genre of music. I decided to go though, to spend time with my friend if nothing else. She promised we’d leave the second I wanted to.

I was stood off to the side, watching all the not pregnant people enjoying their time. I was sipping on some soda, wondering at what point I would go grab my friend so we could leave.

I was shocked when I was approached by a man.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I confirmed. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you are in a room full of drunk and drugged out people while being in a ...different predicament.”

I chuckled and put a hand on my bump. “What if I’m just fat?”

“Then that drink in your hand would’ve been all over me already.”

“Okay, fair point. I’m just here with my friend so she could have a plus one. I’m not...you know, partaking in the party.”

That’s when I happened to look back at the room and saw all the attention on the two of us. I awkwardly shuffled under their watchful eyes.

“Why are they staring?” I whispered.

He looked at me, confused. “Seriously?” I shrugged. “I’m Mick Mars. The drummer for Motley Crue?”

I gasped. At that moment, a loud announcement of the other band members’ arrival drew everyone’s attention away from the two of us. The party was suddenly dialed up a notch, and Mick lightly took my arm and guided me out of the loud room. We ended up going outside so it was less stuffy and there were less people.

“So, you really didn’t know who I was?” he asked, a playful smile on his face.

I shook my head. “I’ll be honest, I’ve only heard your stuff on the radio. I’m not, like, a big fan or anything. I’m sorry.”

“No! It’s actually refreshing to meet someone who isn’t falling over themselves when they meet me. The others like that, but not me. I’m too old for that shit.”

“You don’t seem that old.”

“My body definitely feels that old.”

I leaned against the wall behind us. My back was starting to ache. Or, I guess it was starting to ache worse than usual. Having to carry around this growing belly was doing a number on my back and legs. I leg out a sigh as I let the wall take the weight of me.

“Is the, uh, father okay with you going out to parties?” Mick asked.

I scoffed. “I’m sure he wouldn’t give a shit even if he knew. He left when I found out I was pregnant.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

I missed the slight look of happiness on his face.

It took Mick one day after we met to ask me out on a date, and then it took two weeks for him to make our relationship official. Suddenly, I went from feeling undesirable to being the girlfriend of a major rockstar.

Mick became very involved with my pregnancy, too. When he found out when my due date was, he made sure to tell the band he was taking the entire month off so he could be with me when I went into labor, and be with me and the baby after she was born. When he was on tour, he would constantly call me to see how I was doing, and when he wasn’t on tour he came to my appointments with me. He even came up with a couple baby names.

“Vince thinks you should name the kid after the band,” he told me one night while we were on the phone.

“God,” I groaned. “I hope no one ever procreates with him.”

“Too late. His girlfriend just found out she’s pregnant.”

“Oh, but now she and I can be the band moms! That’s exciting. Tell her to name the kid, though.”

It almost felt foreign to me, having someone care so deeply for me and my baby. I mean, of course my parents were a big help, and so was my friend, but this was different. This was someone who met me and decided they could love not only me, but also my unborn child. It was someone who wasn’t afraid to take up the responsibility of a child that wasn’t his. Not biologically, anyways. But with the way Mick was treating me and helping me with my pregnancy, this baby was more his than the prick who actually knocked me up.

I didn’t want to get too attached, though. Even though Mick was showing how committed he was to me and the baby, it was still only early on in our relationship. I hated to admit it, but I was insecure while he went on tour. Even though he assured me that he was not the type of guy who was into meaningless hookups with young groupies (”I’m too old for that shit,” he had said again), I couldn’t help but picture all the beautiful young woman who would likely be throwing themselves at him every night. All the women with slimmer bodies than mine, who weren’t wildly emotional because of pregnancy hormones and weren’t craving weird food combinations and getting emotional when they couldn’t eat those food cravings. I didn’t want to grow too attached to him, to think of him as a life partner and a father to my daughter, and then have him leave the same way my ex had.

But Mick proved to me every day that that wasn’t the case. With every call, every check in, every doctor’s appointment he attended, I felt those insecurities fading away.

And, like he promised, he was there when my water broke. He rushed me to the hospital, holding my hand the entire way and talking to me to calm me down. He was there as I was brought into the delivery room, and when the doctor’s tried to tell him he couldn’t stay, I screamed through the pain of another contraction that yes, he was staying.

I was afraid the birth would freak him out. It freaks out most people the first time they see it happen. But Mick held my hand through it, looking at me and telling me how good I was doing, until the first cries of my daughter brought his attention to her. He watched as the doctor’s cut the umbilical cord and took her to wash her and coddle her.

“She’s so tiny,” he told me as he squeezed my hand. “You did amazing, baby.”

I only held her for a short period of time, just enough to initiate some skin to skin contact with her and to lull her cries. I had a nurse take her so that I could rest after the exhaustion hit me so suddenly.

When I woke up, I was in my own private room. The door was closed to muffle any of the noise going on in the hallway. I turned my head to look over at the chair next to me, and I could’ve sobbed at the sight. Mick was sat there, cradling the new baby girl in his arms. He had a small smile on his face as he looked down at her, rocking her gently.

He looked up and noticed I was awake. “Hey. Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Shut up, I just gave birth,” I said, teasingly. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A few hours, I think. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t wake you with her crying, but maybe you were just too exhausted.”

“She cried?”

He nodded. “Yeah, very briefly. I didn’t want her to wake you, so I tried rocking her, and it seems that’s all she needed.”

I extended my arms to him. “Can I see her?”

He stood and slowly walked over to the bed. She handed her to me, making sure I was supporting her body and head before letting her go completely into my arms. He was right, she was so tiny. I didn’t think a person could be so tiny in my life. She had little cheeks already, a small whisps of hair already peaking out from under her pink hat.

“She’s adorable,” I said. “Hey baby girl. Welcome to the world.”

“The doctor’s were in earlier asking about a name for her,” Mick explained. “I said it was best if they waited for you to wake up.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I didn’t get to give you a name before I passed out,” I said. “Well, lucky for you baby girl, I already have one picked out. And it’s a pretty name, too. Dahlia, after mommy’s favorite flower.”

Mick smiled. “I like that name.”

We were silent for a moment, just gazing at the sleeping baby together. I raised my legs a little to rest her against them. She stirred slightly, but just enough to shift a little then fall back to sleep.

“I was thinking,” Mick said, bringing my attention to him. “And if this is too forward or anything you can let me know. We’ve only been together a few months so I completely understand, but how would you feel about giving Dahlia my last name?”

For a moment, I thought I had hallucinated. The pain meds from the birth must not have worn off. There was no way he had actually asked that.

“What?”

“Again, it’s totally fine if you want to say no. I was just thinking...I don’t intend on going anywhere. I love you so much, and I already love Dahlia so much. I know I’m not biologically her dad, but to me, she is mine. I want her to have my last name. Eventually I could legally adopt her as mine, too, and maybe you’ll end up having my last name too.”

If I didn’t have a baby on my lap, I would’ve thrown my arms around Mick and kissed over every inch of his face. Instead, all I could do was nod my head as tears started to run down my face.

“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

Mick’s smile was bright enough to light up a room. He leaned down to kiss me, gently and quickly as to not disturb Dahlia, then moved to kiss her gently on her forehead.

“Wait, isn’t your real last name Deal?” I asked. He nodded, which made me giggle. “Dahlia Deal. Double D.”

“Oh God, please do not tell the guys that. That’ll be her nickname for the rest of her life.”

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 4

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Everything goes wrong, way too fast.

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety, mentions of drinking, mentions of bar, swearing, scared Jensen, Panickedreader! Mean girls!

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Today was the day.

Everybody was excited to attend the signing, to have at least a few minutes with Jensen and Jared, their very own meet and greet.

I wondered how people would react if they were in my shoes last night, if they happened to crash into Jensen and be invited in for a drink. Would they freak out like I did? Would they blow their shot in under 20 minutes?

I didn’t know how to feel about seeing Jensen again after last night, considering I left fairly quickly I hope he didn’t dread seeing me today.

Mainly, my nerves were at an all time high at the unknown but I couldn’t pass on this opportunity, I couldn’t waste anymore chances at being normal, not again.

Everybody was already lining up when I entered the hotel lobby, two straight long lines nearly beside each other. I looked ahead and spotted Jensens table on the right, Jared’s on the left.

I hesitated, wondering which table to go to. If I went to Jared’s than Jensen may think I’m avoiding him or I didn’t like him in the first place. If I went in Jensen’s though it may look like I’m either a stalker, or it will be super awkward.

I stepped in Jared’s line and frowned. It didn’t feel right being here, wrong choice. As soon as I crossed and stepped into Jensen’s line, I felt a calm rush wave over me and I nearly rolled my eyes.

Okay, I guess this is where I’m staying.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped, before turning to face Vanessa and Amber, the two girls from day 1. My smile faded when I noticed the scowl on their faces and their eyes judging me to the core.

“Hi Y/N. How was your night in your car?” Vanessa spoke harshly. I bit my tongue and plastered on a poker face, “It was fine but I can’t wait to get home.”

She rolled her eyes towards Amber and laughed before I turned around, I don’t really know what their problem is with me today but at this point I didn’t care. I was becoming excited to see him again, and hopefully make up for last night.

I clutched the Supernatural journal I had in my hands and sighed in relief when the line started moving. Jensen was so close yet so far, I could see how gorgeous he looked again, laughing and smiling, interacting with everybody so kindly and patiently. It was heartwarming to see him like this.

My cheeks heated as I watched him, noticing the way his tongue peaked out when he was writing his name, eyeing the firm flex of his arms while he signed, and god, the way his eyes shined-it was all too much. He was too much.

“So Y/N.” Amber chimed in my ear, nearly giving me a heart attack. I rolled my eyes and turned in her direction.

She smiled smugly, “We saw you at the bar last night. We were going to say hi but I guess you were too occupied hanging out with Jensen and Jared.”

I froze in my spot as my eyes widened. Vanessa smirked and stepped closer until she was inches from my face. “Are you seriously trying to con your way into Jensen’s life? Stalker much?”

“I’m… not trying to do anything. He invited me for a drink.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

A harsh laugh escaped Vanessa as her eyes narrowed. “Do you really think we are going to believe that Jensen had any interest in hanging out with a homeless chick?”

Panic. Fear. Regret.

“W-What?” I stuttered back.

Amber nodded and stepped closer to me, “We saw your car outside. You’ve clearly been living there for a long time, maybe forever. Not so much a traveller as a hobo, am I right?”

My mouth gaped open and shut, my vision started to blur as the panic set in.

She knew. They both knew. And they were using it against me. I knew I couldn’t be normal here. I knew I would be the outcast. Stupid, so stupid!

I was trembling in place, heart pounding in my ears and my mouth was so dry. The panic has officially set in and I needed to get out of here.

Before I had a chance to turn and run, one of the handlers placed their hand on my shoulder and urged me towards the table. Great, my turn.

I could barely see Jensen or anything in front of me as my vision went in and out, but I could tell he was staring at me, probably judging too.

But as soon as I stood in spot, I could feel his hand rest on top of mine shooting me straight back to reality. I looked up into his eyes and finally saw him.

He looked… scared. Concerned. Worried.

He leaned closer, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead. “W-what?”

He swallowed hard. “I asked if you were okay. You don’t look so good…”

I smiled softly and nodded, trying my best to keep it together and just breathe. “Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

He didn’t look convinced but I didn’t care. Fake it till you make it right? He smiled sadly and looked up, “What would you like me to sign?”

I nodded and took out my journal before passing it towards him. He opened it and froze, staring down at whatever he was looking at with a shocked expression.

“Oh shit what is it?” I questioned causing him to laugh. He turned to notebook towards me and I saw what his eyes caught, a not so good drawing I did of him when I was bored and having a particularly hard night.

“I forgot that was in there.”

He smiled and looked up at me, his eyes shining and staring intensely into mine just like he always did. “I love it.. did you do this?”

My cheeks warmed and I could feel the air seeping through once again, “Yeah, I did.”

“Wow.. Can I.. have it?” He questioned.

I tilted my head quizzically, “You want it?”

“Of course I do” he started “This is amazing.”

A smile erupted on my face as I grabbed the journal and carefully ripped out the page for him, and suddenly I forgot I was even panicking, I was lost in the moment with him, stuck in this warm bubble where nothing could ever hurt me.

He started to sign the journal, his eyes flicking up towards me causing my cheeks to burn. "Nice shirt, I haven't seen that one in a while."

I looked down and smirked, staring at the Dean Winchester mug shot I luckily found right before the convention but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh yeah, I've had this for years. I love it."

His head lifted up, a cocky grin spread across his lips. "Love it because it's me?"

I laughed as the blush deepened, "Meh, It was the only one I could get my hands on at the time, I wanted one of Jared to be honest."

His mouth dropped before a chuckle erupted from his throat, the most beautiful sound i've ever heard. "Oof, harsh. Here I was thinking you were a Dean girl after meeting me."

I shrugged and put on my best poker face. "Nah, I'm more of a Jensen girl." My heart fell into my stomach as soon as the words fell out, and before I could apologize for my idiotic flirty comment, he leaned backwards and covered his mouth as laughter came pouring out.

I quickly joined in laughter, hoping that my cheeks didn't look as red as they felt, but knowing my luck he could probably tell. He leaned forward and placed his hand on my notebook like a wall, shielding whatever he was writing down.

Such a beautiful bubble, so warm and comfy, I never wanted to leave. But of course, all good things come to an end.

Two rough fingers tapped my shoulders as the bubble I was in popped, bringing me back to reality. Vanessa smiled harshly and stepped closer, "So sorry to interrupt, but Y/N your car... I mean your house is being towed. Figured I should let you know before you have to sleep in the street. Although, i'm sure that's still not unusual for you."

I was paralized as I stared back at Vanessa, all the sounds around me was echoing before completly fading as I was pulled into panic mode. I turned towards Jensen in what felt like slow motion, watching him stand from his spot, hand touching my arm but I couldn't even feel it.

He shook my arm and everything came back at once, "Y/N? Hey, are you okay?"

I looked back towards the girls who were staring, laughing. It felt like everybody was laughing and it was all I could hear. I looked back at Jensen as tears welled in my eyes and my heart clenched in pain. "I-I gotta go..."

Before he could say anything, I ran out of the line as fast as my feet could take me, the feeling of everybody staring me crushing me down like a ton of bricks.

I hated it, I hated everything about this weekend. It was a mistake to even think that I could be normal here, that I could fit in. I was a fool and it was my own fault.

I could deal with other's bullying me or putting me down, but him. The way he stared at me with such pity and heartbreak, his eyes used to look so full of kindness and lust and now it was filled with fucking pity. He was never going to look at me the same way again, the memory I had with him was now tainted, poisoned and it was my own fucking fault.

I finally got outside as my car was pulling away attatched to the tow truck, my eyes filling with tears as fast as they ever could. My chest was painted with grief as I watched the only home I really knew be taken away from me. There was nothing I could do anymore, I didn't have enough to get my car out of the lot and I definitely did not have enough for a motel.

Jensen's POV

My heart was filled with pain at how broken and upset she looked, and I finally understood now.

The first day I saw her in the crowd when I asked her if she was okay, it was because she looked so anxious, so scared, like she has never been in a crowd before. I finally understood her.

That was why she was so kind, treating me like I was a normal human, it was because she wanted to be treated the same way.

I glared at the two girls who were still laughing about the situation, ashamed that two people could even call themselves my fans after completely breaking down another person.

The blonde girl who spoke to Y/N first, was making disgusting comments, not realizing I could hear. She went off about how wrong it was to allow a girl like her in here in the first place, how embarrassing it was.

Everything inside me begged to scream at them, god how I wanted to shout right in their face, kick them out of here, or throw something. But I knew I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything, especially to two young girls, despite how big of bitches I thought they were.

I turned to my handler and insisted they came over, before whispering in his ear that I needed a break and I was leaving. He nodded and stepped forward, announcing that I would be closing the booth and I'd be back in an hour.

The look on the girl's faces were priceless, they were shocked and halfway looked annoyed and god, the anger was bubbling. I left the table as fast as I could, keeping it together until I got into the green room.

As soon as the door shut I could feel my chest tightening, my heart was shattering for her. She has been through so much, she looked so broken and defeated and all of humanity was just constantly letting her down.

I wanted to find her, I wanted to tell her that not everybody is as shitty as those two girls were. I wanted to tell her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

God, I wanted to tell her that I wanted to be there for her, to be the person she could depend on, even though she may find me crazy, I didn't want to lose her.

I wanted to tell her. But I didn't even know where to find her. All I had was her journal and her name, that was it. I sat on the couch in defeat before Jared's words popped back into my head.

"You'll get another chance if it's fate, just let the world decide what's best for you."

It has to be fate right? This can't be how our story ends.

I rubbed the temples of my head in hopes to ease the pain of the pounding headache that was beginning, but it was no use. There was too much pain, everywhere. My eyes burned from the endless tears that streamed down, my back ached from the brick wall I've been sat against for hours, but the most intense pain was in my mind.

I was defeated, alone, miserable and embarrassed. I should have known better. I should have thought this through. But tomorrow is the last day of the convention and I had nothing left. No car, no job, no money, no hope.

I regretted everything. I shouldn't have gave up everything to come here. I should have never thought for a second that Jensen would ever be interested in somebody like me.

And the worst part was now I was stuck here, in this town with these memories. I had no options, no path to follow. Nothing.

My bones creaked as I stood from my spot, every muscle heavy and tired, begging to just stay still and not move.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and I was surprised I haven't noticed the change, or how long I was even out here.

I sighed deeply as I pulled out my wallet, counting the last few bills I had. $40, not enough for my car, a motel, or really anything except maybe a few drinks at the bar.

Like I said before, I'm not a big drinker. Far from it really, I hated how people acted on the stuff. Party girls get giddy and loud, men get aggressive and cocky, and then there are the people who just can't stop drinking.

I don't drink. But tonight, I needed it more than ever. I wanted to forget, to stop the pain, to erase today's events. I needed to heal the wound that was on my heart, and crying it out was no longer an option.

By the time I got to the bar, the night has officially set, and most stores on this street were once again closed for the night. Relief hit me when I spotted only one car in the parking lot meaning I could be alone, out of attention. I walked inside and nodded towards the bartender before taking the furthest booth from the door and ordering my first drink.

As soon as I swallowed it down, I knew this wouldn't be my last. Who cares anymore?

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but every so often I'd see people come in, and people leave. It felt like I was watching a movie, but the button was stuck on fast forward. My drink would be empty, than filled. Empty than filled. Over and over.

I sighed and looked down at my cup which seemed to be spinning, and I started realizing that I might have had a little too much.

Was this drink number 4? No wait, this is 5... right?

The bell on the front door rang and as soon as it did, my blood ran cold. I didn't even need to look up, I knew exactly who it was. I kept my head down low, smirking when I spotted his shoes right beside the table.

"Jensen Ackles." I mumbled with a slight giggle.

The chair screeched as he sat across from me, and I could feel his eyes burning my skin. "Y/N. You doin' alright?"

I shrugged and lazily looked upwards, finally meeting his eyes. "Peachy."

He frowned as his hand came closer, but I quickly pulled it away. I really didn't need his pity, not tonight. "Why don't we go for a walk?"

I shook my head. "I'm g-good here thanks." I hiccupped.

"C'mon, let's get some air I think you had enough."

I scoffed and looked back down at my drink before chugging the rest and slamming it back down. "I-I don't think I will ever have enough actually. I think I m-may have to buy a bottle, how m-many do you think they c-cost? I have.... Ha! $10 left."

He smiled sadly and moved to my side of the table, his hand gently resting on my shoulder as he turned me to face him. "Honey, let's just get some fresh air. Please, for me?"

I rolled my eyes yet agreed, stumbling out of my seat and nearly falling on my ass. Jensen's strong grip was tight on my arm as he helped me towards the door. Everything was spinning and I felt like jello, but in a sense I loved it because the pain was gone. Well, at least the physical was.

The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks and I stumbled back, feeling Jensen's warm hand on my lower back to keep me straight. He lead me over to a bench as we sat in silence.

He sighed low, but I could hear it and guilt filled me. I bet this is not what he would rather be doing right now. I turned towards him slowly, "You can go. I'm fine."

"I don't want to leave you." He stated.

I rolled my eyes and stood from my spot, suddenly walking out of the parking lot, away from this bar, away from him, just away.

His feet were close behind me, voice echoing and mumbled as my ears blocked. "Where are you going?" He spoke louder.

I turned and smiled, waving my arms into the sky. "Nowhere. Got nowhere to go."

He frowned and stepped closer, hand reaching mine gently, burning the skin that he was touching. "Do you want to go to a hotel?"

I laughed a little too loudly and shot him a dirty look, "Funny, real funny. There's no hotels that cheap."

"I'm paying for it." He stated confidently.

I stopped and stared back at the man who had nothing but care and compassion in his eyes, but I couldn't help but feel more ridiculous, more embarrassed and more angry at the fact that this man that I've looked up to, idolized even, he was the one seeing me on one of my worst nights.

I shook my head in disbelief and walked away, a slight smile creeping on my face but it wasn't from happiness, it was from anger. I was so angry that my life was so fucked up, I was so fucking pissed off that nothing, NOTHING could ever just go right for me, not once.

I was angry that he was here, trying, and I had no idea why. Was he playing with me? Was this fun for him?

The sound of his footsteps sped up, and soon he was beside me, trying to capture my attention. “Please, just slow down. Talk to me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the situation but all of a sudden the air was knocked out of my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I stopped walking as my hand moved to my chest, silently begging for it to even out. Please, not here. Not while he’s watching.

“J-Jensen.. please, go. Go back to your hotel.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

He shook his head and stood in front of me. “I don’t want to leave you, especially not like this.”

“I’m fine!” I nearly screamed with all my night, praying that he would get the hint and leave already. But he was just as stubborn as I was, maybe even more.

“Your not fine.” He stated sympathetically, "Honey, you don't need to pretend you are okay. Nobody would be in your situation."

A scoff escaped my lips as my eyes opened, narrowing towards him. "My situation? What, being a homeless chick? Trust me, I'm used to it. That's what I am, that's what I always will be."

He shook his head and stepped mere inches from my body, hand moving to mine to hold it tightly. "You're not just a homeless chick."

I could feel the anger bubbling further and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to be angry with him but I was. He thought he knew me but he didn't, if he did he wouldn't be here right now, he wouldn't check in on me.

"You don't know anything Jensen. I am a nobody, I'm an outcast, I'm.... I'm a fucking ghost of a human. I'm alone and that's fine, that's alright because that's how it's always been. You don't need to pity me, you don't need to try and help me because I'm fine, the last thing I fucking need is for somebody to pretend to care, so just... leave."

He stepped back in shock before his eyebrows furrowed in sadness, "I'm not pretending with you, I do care."

"You don't even fucking know me!" I shouted loudly as I stepped closer, noticing how he flinched at my words. "You just met me what, two days ago and it's been endless drama with me. You don't know me."

He knew you were right, he only met you two days ago but it felt like it's been years. He knew you, he cared for you and a part of him loved you already. He had no idea why, but he did.

A deep sigh escaped his chest as his head hung low and I felt awful but the anger wouldn't stop. The panic was too high.

"We just met two days ago, yes. But I do know you, and I think maybe you know me too."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Yeah of course I know you. Your Jensen Fucking Ackles, your famous, your a good to some people and girl's would kill to have this chance to be this close to you and hear you say these things but you don't know who I am, and your lucky."

He shook his head, "No. I don't mean you know who I am on paper, I meant you know me on the inside. I know you felt it too, the connection we had the instant our eyes met during the panel, and every time after that. I know you feel this too, and if i'm wrong say it and I'll leave you alone."

My head dropped to my feet and I bit back the tears that were threatening to come out. I so wanted to believe him, because he was right I did feel it too, but the fact that he would be interested in somebody like me, especially after what he found out, was too hard to believe. I couldn't.

"Your only here because you found out some shitty part of my life, that's the only reason your pushing so hard. If you didn't know that, you would have went your separate way."

His face turned in hurt and disbelief as he stepped back. "Seriously? That's what you think?" He quickly grabbed his bag and opened it, pulling out the journal I accidently left earlier, and passing it to me. "Read what I wrote and tell me that I'm not being honest here."

With shaky hands, I grabbed the journal from him and opened it, spotting the secret message he wrote earlier today.

"Y/N, I really hope to see you again, (xxx-xxx-xxx) Please call me, Jensen Ackles."

A single tear dropped down my cheek as I read it over and over, he really did care. He did want to get to know you, but I pushed him away. I was so... angry and mean and unforgiving.

I couldn't lift my head, I couldn't face him and my chest became tighter as I stood in my spot. He was speaking but it was muffled, my vision started to go white as the panic finally took over me.

I pulled my head up and looked at him, noticing the clear panic written all over his face as he stepped closer, hands on my arms tightly. My legs quickly gave out as I slid to the ground, trying to control my breathing, to not panic but it was too much, everything was too much and I couldn't do this.

Jensen's POV

Panic overtook my body as I watched her fall apart in my arms, she wasn't there, she was distant and gone, sucked in the whirlwind of her panic attack.

I tried everything I could to bring her back but she was too gone, I didn't even think she could hear me at this point. Her breathing was rapid and heavy followed with loud gasps filling the open air.

"Y/N, Look at me, Please!" I shouted, my hand moving to her cheek that was burning under my touch.

Her eyes started fluttering shut causing my heart to pound in my chest. It was too late, it was too much for her. "No-No! Open your eyes sweetie, please breathe!"

But it was no use, her eyes shut tight as her body went limp in my arms.

Fuck, fuck fuck!

I pulled her onto my lap and held her tight to my chest as I pulled out my phone, quickly calling Jared to my aid. I don't even remember talking to him or what I said because I was so focused on her weak and lifeless body, but soon enough a car pulled in and Jared jumped out.

I picked her up gently in my arms, my eyes never leaving her face.

"What the fuck happened?" Jared shouted before rushing to open the door. My gaze moved up towards Jared and I could feel tears behind my eyes, "S-She had a panic attack, a bad one."

Jared nodded understandably and got back into the car. "Where are we going? Do you know where she lives?"

I frowned to myself and shook my head, "Just go to the hotel, I'll set her up in my room for tonight."

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Jared ran inside to make sure nobody would be able to spot us. I stared down at her and sighed sadly, my thumb rubbing the dirt off her forehead. "I promise, everything is going to be okay Honey, but you need to trust me." I whispered.

Soon, we were entering my hotel room and I gently placed her on the bed. Jared said his goodnights and left, leaving her and I alone. I frowned at the sight of her muddy clothing, I felt wrong for changing her but I knew she would appreciate clean clothes in the morning.

I couldn't help but watch the way she slept, the way her body sunk into the mattress like it was the comfiest thing in the world and my heart panged at the thought that she might not even remember the last time she actually slept in a bed.

I watched her breathing, sighing in relief at the even breaths, in and out. She was so beautiful, so amazing and kind and she had no idea, it killed me.

I wouldn't let her sleep in the car again, not if I could help it but she's just as stubborn as I am, maybe more. I smiled at the way her face relaxed in her sleep, and I couldn't help but reach forward to brush the hair off her face.

I sat back and replayed the events of tonight. I hated that she thought I pitied her or felt bad, I mean I did but that's not why I wanted to be here. I just... felt this need and want to protect her at all costs, to be there for her. I was going to fight for this and fight for her, because believe it or not, this was fate.

I wasn't going to lose her again.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Like, comment & reblog -feedback is my fuel ❤️

[otaku553]

How goes the fma x albedo fic? I hope that doesn't sound pushy, I'm genuinely curious. And in that vein, do you have any little drabbles you may have written or want to write? Especially with your recent kny ocs/yourself and your siblings. That'd be super fun to read about! Your art AND your writing is so freaking good, the moment I see you've posted something new on your blog I'm clicking it so fast. Same with your ao3 account ❤️

Thank you for the kind words!!! Currently not working on any fics, since I just came out of 10 weeks of summer research where my days began at 8 am and ended at 9 pm for probably less than minimum wage hahaha (doing research is a Bit Sad but I get a whole month to relax before classes start again so thank goodness for that)

I do however!!! Have a lot of plans!!! If you’re interested you can read more below!

Plans include but are not limited to:

Finally working on Homuncular Nature again!! I definitely do have a lot of plans and cool scenes playing out in my head for the next chapter, it’ll just come down to when I actually put pen to paper (or stylus to iPad) to actually organize and write them all. The road block I think is that I have seen neither Albedo nor fmab very recently and all my concrete ideas are for around the 30 episode mark for fmab, the turning point with the first actual confrontation against father and the subsequent Briggs arc.

Rewriting Ten Thousand Maple Leaves! A lot of people have been very kind but I think I missed the mark with my first chapter to be honest. My writing has gotten a lot wordier and less succinct, which feels like I’m filling a chapter more with fluff and unnecessary description than actual content. I think I also dislike how I characterized Sanemi and how quickly Kazuha was willing to agree with things. Writing both of them is kind of a difficult challenge tbh! I think in rewriting it I want to give back to Kazuha more of his vagrant role in the games, where he is avoiding the law for reasons somewhat out of his control.

Ebisu siblings content! I think it might be fun to try having them interact with more of the canon characters in kny but I also think there’s some value in a complete sort of outsider point of view when inserting characters into a piece of media. I feel like whenever I see self inserts I see a lot of ocs making themselves indispensable and making meaningful relationships with existing characters that way and that’s totally valid! That’s a lot of what I do for crossovers as well. I think when it comes to my own ocs though, I want them to feel grounded in some form and the reality of it is that none of the characters I make based on myself or real people are that impressive or remarkable. But I also think there’s a lot of value in showing smaller scale things outside of the main interactions and plot to show that even though we aren’t remarkable, we still have our own meaningful connections and ideologies and stories :) in the end the Ebisu siblings are a lot more visual though so I may just continue making doodles and art without writing anything haha

Kirby & Meta Knight ageswap AU: I was mostly doing this on my ask-gikabi sideblog in short form comics, but I lost sight of what I wanted to do after making the discord and starting to interact with some of the people who followed it. I think a lot of people are inspired and have their own very cool ideas that I wanted to take into account but then eventually it was no longer my story or the story I wanted to tell, which is why I’m thinking of restarting it as a fic. This one is still in very rough idea stage though, I have honestly no clue how I’m even going to begin organizing it

Yanfei ace attorney crossover: this one’s just pure crack lmao I would definitely write it as crack taken seriously but I think this is fun to explore just for small ideas that pop up every now and then, i.e. yanfei is semi-immortal because she’s half adeptus so it would be Really Funny to me if she showed up in dgs era, got her attorney’s license, went into hiding after it became obvious that she wasn’t aging, and then re-emerged after rebranding herself as her own daughter or granddaughter. That, and I have a lot of fun imagining someone as pragmatic as yanfei trying to get through the sheer chaos of aa despite being otherworldly

Continuing winter weather advisory: I got to a really good point in that fic and was rereading it today like,,, damn I wrote that? And it would be fun to see where I planned on going with it so I do want to also try working on that a bit if I can

Kazuha & Kunikuzushi role swap au: this is something I posted about a Long While ago but it’s an idea I continue to be fascinated with :) I especially enjoy how these two characters could have had completely different roles and personalities depending on how their pasts happened (with wanderer being so nice and turning so bitter and kazuha growing up so spoiled (for lack of a better word) and turning out so weary and yet kind

Link click and mha crossover: this one is honestly just a very recent idea but I think it would be fun to make a drabble on how lightime photo studio would be able to continue operating even in another world and the trouble they might get into for illegal quirk usage and what using cheng xiaoshi’s powers in a world where being able to tell the future is canonically possible would entail

I have!! So many ideas!! And not enough time or motivation to actually write any of them most of the time :’)

But I’m very glad to hear that you enjoy them and look forward to my posts!! :D I really hope I can work on some of these over the last month of summer vacation that I have :)

[youngerfrankenstein]

So today I watched two movies where the deuteragonist goes kinda nuts and turns into a dragon thing, before the protagonist has to calm them down.

They were both a pretty fun time!

Promare is something I had been meaning to watch for quite a while but somehow never got around to. Glad I finally did!

Promare has quite possibly the Worst oppression allegory I have ever seen. A bunch of people are discriminated against because they burned half the world and killed billions (with a B!) of people. Also it’s not actually anything inherent to them it’s a bunch of alien parasites that will destroy the planet. However, since this is basically just an excuse for robots to fight other robots on fire… I can’t say I really care in the end. Promare is ENTIRELY style over substance, and I mean that in the best way.

The plot is breakneck and stupid. Most of the characters barely register as such. The dialogue is so dumb. And it FUCKING RULES! I’ve seen the film described as “Anime the Anime” and that does kind of sum it up. Everything feels like a ten year old boy smashing his action figures together and you can’t help but get swept up in the enthusiasm.

Helped by the absolutely (excuse the pun) FIRE soundtrack. The energy almost never lets up, and on-the-nose engrish lyrics just add to the experience. Even if you don’t watch the movie holy heck listen to the soundtrack.

The characters may be paper-thing but holy hell are they fun to watch. Our protagonist, Galo, himbo extraordinaire is as ridiculous as he is somehow charming. You can’t help but admire his drive to help people. And his foil, the ironically icy Lio, here to set fires and fight for his rights. Aina, a nice, spunky girl set up as a love interest for about five minutes before it turns out her character has more of a story based around her relationship with her sister. Which is a nice change! In fact the only romance in the story arguably involves CPR for plausible deniability. And our hero remembers to open the airway thank heck. Though whether intentional or just ship tease who knows? And who cares. You can guess who the villain is about ten seconds after he shows up and he is as much a blast to watch as the rest.

And really, this is a movie with a secret robot used to save the day called the Deus X Machina. A movie that ends with two shirtless guys setting the Earth on fire to stop the Earth from being set on fire. It doesn’t take itself too seriously and really neither should you. Let it sweep you away for almost two hours and you will feel much better afterwards.

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I started reading Nimona around the time it was wrapping up as a webcomic. I have a copy of the graphic novel on my shelf. I was excited when I heard the movie had been greenlit (less so when I heard it was Blue Sky Studios), disappointed by the cancellation and, well, I’m happy it’s here now. While I’ve gotten grouchier over the years, it does make me smile to see these guys on my television, even if they’re not quite the same people either.

Because the movie is very different, and yet much of it feels similar as well. Certain scenes, like the board game, are almost directly from the comic, others are from the comic but not quite the same. The characters are different, Ballister is less jaded, Ambrosius less delusional and Nimona less, well, monstrous. She seems to more beat the snot out of people than commit mass murder. In the comic she’s every bit the monster people fear her to be, though a sympathetic one, and perhaps one who will heal someday. While the ending of the movie is far happier, it fits the new tone. And honestly? I need to stop making comparisons and judge the damn movie on its own merits. Of which it has many!

Our setup is fairly simple, Ballister BlackBoldheart is a new knight of the realm, who immediately gets framed for the murder of the queen and disarmed (heh) by his boyfriend Ambrosius Goldenloin, while on the lam he is approached by a shapeshifter called Nimona who is up for a little mayhem and hijinks. Together they try and clear his name.

My fist fear when I heard Blue Sky studios would be the ones releasing the movie was that a lot of the humour would be Quite Bad. And while there definitely is plenty of that, I think more gags hit than miss. Hell the movie got quite a few laughs out of my dad and he’s a fair bit less likely to chuckle than I am. It is quite a funny movie, which is good because it helps the harsher moments hit harder. Because there are also plenty of those, especially in the final act.

Speaking of, the film is somewhat surprisingly well paced. Scenes tend not to overstay their welcome and the movie flows well. What else flows well? The animation! (My segways not so much) Everything is very smooth, which is rather necessary for all the shapeshifting, and there’s quite an interesting scene made to look as if subway tiles are telling the story of Nimona’s origins (ish).

And the main trio really are quite fun to watch. Ballister, always the underdog, now a public enemy and trying to both clear his name and perhaps open his mind a bit. Ambrosius, golden boy, trying to do the right thing and not always doing a great job. And, of course, Nimona, who’s just here to break shit, though it is quickly clear there’s more underneath, also a pretty blatant trans allegory.

The relationships Ballister has with both the other two are sweet as heck, but also riddled with mistrust that they all have to work to overcome.

And while the movie does get a little preachy at times, it’s a kid’s movie. What do you expect? Rah rah fight the power, all that jazz. I may be too jaded for it but it certainly works.

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Would recommend checking out both or either if they sound like something you’d enjoy!

[pinkandpurple360]

Even being the Fizzomdous trash as I am, I'm starting to get worried about some of the ask of those trying to defend it.

Both Fizz and Ozzie are grown men, not children. Yeah, if Fizz and Ozzie broke up: they'll get over it eventually because life goes on. Sure one of them may have a harder time than the other due to attachment issues but if you lived for thousands of years you had to have friends come and go and yeah, I refuse to believe Fizz is the first person he fell in love with. You live that long you more than likely had crushes or grew feelings for someone (unless you're aro and even then platonic queer relationships exist).

That and it's unhealthy to have your life devoted around one person and no one else. The problem I just realized about Viv's pairings in the show is that it seems that both are supposedly completely 'in Love' with each other but don't have a life outside of that. Millie and Moxxie are glued to the hip but are you telling me neither of them have people they hang out with outside of work or their relationship? How often does Millie see or talk to her family? Where's her friends? Does she even have any? Same with Moxxie? Do they have hobbies they both like when they're not together? Even couples are gonna have different interests from each other. Granted, I'm not saying we need to see every part of their life but my point stands that even in healthy relationships, couples do have lives outside of each other. Isolating yourself and spending time with only your partner and partner alone is going to lead to some codependency and I don't know about you, that ain't romantic.

Also people saying that Ozzie and Fizz can't break up for Fizz to be with Blitzo: Um, all three of them have two hands? And damn does Blitzo need a partner that isn't going to talk down to him and see him as a sex object. He gets two loving boyfriends for the price of one! Everyone wins but Stolas but who cares about Stolas he proves he shouldn't be in a relationship right now with how he treats others around him. Heck Blitzo already has more chemistry with Oz than he does with uwu sad owl boi. I know poly isn't for everyone but c'mon people think outside the box!

(and I'm sure Ozzie is more than down for a threesome. just saying).

Seriously, some of you who are grown adults really have a childish view on relationships.

I’m a fan of them myself. And I have no problem just enjoying the story as it is. I’m just trying to take a critical view on it and keep in mind the fact that this show is supposed to be on the maturity level of Bojack, soo what’s with all these heroic masculine characters rescuing feminine characters from all their troubles.

Why are people talking about “soulmates” — a concept I don’t really believe in. Two people can meet at the right time and fit perfectly, or they can just barely miss each other, the attraction and compatibility either gets stronger or weaker with time. That’s why love is so special when you do have it. That’s just my experience though if people don’t like that I won’t force it on them.

Going back to MnM, nobody has dethroned them yet. Not even close. Millie and Moxxie are so so different but they met at the perfect time for something beautiful to blossom. But if Moxxie, a terrified impressionable person in the past, met Millie, a once violent unforgiving person, they wouldn’t have clicked. It would have been the wrong time. Now however they are very much compatible and in love but slowly leaving the honeymoon phase. That transition is very difficult. It explains perfectly why they’re still so rosy cheeked and gleeful to be around each other. The two are newly weds.

Exactly exactly, that annoys me too. So. why don’t the two of them have other friends? It’s all entirely each other or their boss blitzø. But B actually does have friends he used to party with. And probably connections in lust? but we never see them. Wouldn’t it be nice if Millie had a favourite western themed bar with a small social group and knife throwing tournaments? Maybe Mox knows some people from the shooting range or from the opera theatre he loves so much. Idk. Just ideas.

Oh yeah polyamory. What a concept. Blitzfizzarozzie is such a perfect ot3 and you’re right. Asmodeus built a mutually respectful trust with Blitz in what..? Ten minutes? With a foundation that they both love and protect Fizz. And it’s probably been over a year and stolas can’t even have one conversation that is non hostile and non sexual with him. Not one.

I’ve heard rumours that allegedly Viv gets the ick from polyamory. That and her alleged hostility to trans men…so much for a “queer” show. I really really wish she’d put out a statement about how she doesn’t believe this anymore, ‘was in a bad place’ or something, instead of running from it. I wouldn’t be so quick to let it go personally considering how much denial and dishonesty she was in, but most fans would eat it up.

If she has addressed it let me know actually, might be wrong.

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super Manga ch. 27-29

“Welp, this tournament of power’s not gonna instigate itself!”

I’ve been impressed with Toyotaro’s leaner, meaner versions of the Universe 6 and Zamasu sagas, so I was hoping he would work the same magic on the build-up to the Tournament of Power.  Unfortunately, I’m a bit disappointed.  I think Episodes 68-96 anime took way too long to get there, but Chapters 27-32 of the manga seem to go too quickly.  I guess that shouldn’t surprise me, as there’s a lot of middle ground between 29 anime episodes and six manga chapters. 

So you know the drill.  I’m going to highlight stuff that the manga did differently, starting with this Beerus/Vegeta rematch that happens right before Goku goes to Beerus’ planet and reminds Zeno of the tournament he promised. 

This always struck me as a plot dangler from the anime, because we see Goku and Vegeta get a lot stronger over the course of DBS, and yet we never find out if they‘ve improved enough to match Beerus.  Sure, Beerus clobbered them both in Battle of Gods, but now they know how to do Super Saiyan Blue.  Well, in this chapter, Beerus scoffs at the idea that the Saiyans will ever be his rivals, and the Oracle Fish insists that it’s true, so he challenges Vegeta to see what progress he’s made.

And the answer is “not enough”, though Vegeta does a lot better than he did the last time he fought Beerus, so there’s no shame in it. 

Of course, this doesn’t take into account Goku’s Super Saiyan Blue Kaio-ken level, but that doesn’t exist in the manga.  Instead we have this “Completed” Super Saiyan Blue form, where Goku learned how to perfect the transformation.  Vegeta reveals he can do the same thing in this chapter, but it’s still not enough. 

We also get this scene in Grand Zenos’ Palace where they discuss the problem of too many universes before Goku arrives.  The Zenos are playing some sort of game involving the universes, and they each note how there’s too many of them, and since the mortals aren’t developing much in most of the universes, there’s little point in observing them all.  So they contemplate erasing eight universes, and that’s when Goku shows up to talk about the tournament.

So we get a bunch of scenes where the gods are summoned to Zeno’s palace for the announcement.  In particular, I’m confused by this one of Sidra and Roh discussing the destruction of a planet.  Unlike Beerus, Sidrah seems to take the job very seriously, and he carefully calculates the pros and cons of his decision before acting. Also, Roh seems very interested in the process.   This would be weird enough, but in the anime, these two are shown to be a lot more craven and opportunistic.  So I’m not sure what to take from this.

At the palace, the Grand Minister asks about the extra guy in the Universe 11 contingent, and Belmod introduces Toppo as his apprentice, as he plans to retire soon.  In the anime, Toppo is introduced as Khai’s bodyguard, and I’m pretty sure the “Candidate God of Destruction” thing will get brought up later, but it’s strange that they didn’t explain it in his debut. 

I guess I’ll talk about it here, since this seems to be the first time it gets brought up.  Beerus and Whis have hinted at the idea of Goku or Vegeta training to take Beerus’ place someday, but the Saiyans don’t seem interested in the job, so it never goes anywhere.  With Toppo, we have confirmation that mortals can be promoted to the rank of Hakaishin, which implies that Belmod and all the other Destroyers were once mortals themselves. 

So the Grand Minister announces the Tournament, but the Zeno from the destroyed timeline doesn’t know what a martial arts match is like, so we get the Zeno Expo.  But in this version, it’s a battle royale of all the Destroyers. 

It starts out as an 11-on-1 fight against Beerus, partly because they blame him for Goku getting them into this mess, and also they’re still sore at him for the trouble he caused long ago.  According to Whis, Zeno held a hide-and-seek tournament, and Beerus fell asleep during it and ruined the whole thing.  The others managed to calm Zeno down, but they’ve resented Beerus for it ever since.

But Beerus does surprisingly well, and soon enough, the other Destroyers begin to turn on one another in an effort to win.

Oh, and here’s this bonus comic where Trunks decides to return to his own timeline, or at least an altered version of it.  This doesn’t make a lot of sense, given how this was Whis’ idea, and Trunks wouldn’t have considered this on his own.

Back to the rumble, a bunch of stuff happens, and it’s hard to keep track of any of it, which is probably by design, since not even the Zenos can follow any of this.

So the Grand Minister calls off the match and disqualifies everyone.  Zeno nearly abandons the Tournament idea altogether, when Goku asks him to give it another chance, since mortal battles won’t be anything like that. 

Fortunately, there’s a mortal in the house who can face off with Goku, and this gives the Zenos a chance to road test some new rules.  No weapons, no killing, and no flying.  Apparently these are all for the sake of making the action more fun for the Zenos to watch.  I don’t get the no-flying thing, but the Tournament of Power was a great time, so I guess the Zenos know what they’re doing.   I mean, you don’t become the Kings of Everything without knowing a thing or two.

Goku transforms, which excites the Zenos, so they want to see all of Goku’s transformations.  He goes to Super Saiyan 2, which is always a treat to see, but the Zenos aren’t thrilled with this one, so Goku has to go to Super Saiyan 3 right away.  Look, Zenos, you may be all powerful, but Super Saiyan 2 Goku kicks ass.  Maybe you’ll understand when you’re older.

Soon enough Goku ramps up to Super Saiyan God, and all the Destroyers are impressed to see him fighting at that level.  Wait, if they’re fighting at the same level, then how is this any easier for the Zenos to follow?

Goku tries to polish Toppo off by turning Super Saiyan Blue, but Toppo takes him to Dick Kick City first, and wins the match by ring-out. 

So yeah, Toppo wins clean.  How about that?

[strwberri-milk]

I’m thinking of kaeya x reader Academic rivals to lovers

i just have to say kaeya is a habitual smirker and if i ever met him i think id cry really hard bc hes just so pretty with a smirk

I think just generally, Kaeya isn't too competitive. He's pretty confident with himself and where is in in life, and really enjoys the system he's got going on right now. He doesn't have to worry about too much outside of his own work, so he just goes to class and then goes home.

However, that all changed when one day, you ran up to him, showed off your better grade, then ran off. He knew who you were and somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that you're his rival of some sort as you also had pretty high grades, but he never though to care until now.

The fact that you were celebrating your victory against him meant he clearly was missing out on some competition and he had no interest in losing now that you've directly challenged him.

Kaeya seems like he doesn't care about his grades since he doesn't seem to do any work outside of school. He finishes his assignments fairly quickly and doesn't spend the entire exam break preparing for his tests. Instead, he's going out or just hanging around while everyone around him struggles, which is why you thought knocking him off his high pedestal was going to be easy.

You had no idea that he was easily maintaining his position above you through the power of time management and ridiculously high standards. Kaeya expects himself to do well, and anything falling short of that will not make it to the grading process. Having such a low tolerance for failure meant he aimed for perfection on the first go, and if he didn't achieve that it meant locking himself in his room for days on end until he did. He was just really good at hiding his academic panic.

When you got a higher grade then him again, as well as props for doing so good on the assignment he decided it was time to take things seriously. He started focusing harder on his assignments, doing even more work than he usually would, and looking especially smug when he retaliated with a simple flourish of his own grade.

You didn't expect him to pick up so fast, nor for your victory to be short-lived but you refuse to go down this easily. Now, you knew you had to up the ante, not caring about getting good grades only for yourself but also to rub that ridiculously handsome smirk off his face.

He found it amusing to see how you were now practically attached to him, constantly trying to get information out of him and see if he'd tell you what his plans for the next assignment were to beat him, or see if you could distract him enough to flunk a test. It seemed to always fail as he always just barely glanced at you or would finish his exam first and then give you a wink before running off.

The tension between the two of you only built on your end. Kaeya found you very adorable, and didn't seem to mind too much the way you tagged after him because he knew he could just keep winning. Once the end of the semester finally came he decided to really up the ante, waiting for you outside of the classroom before dragging you off somewhere privately.

"Kaeya! Let me go I have to get home and start the final project!"

You try to yank your arm out of his grasp and he lets you, standing against the tree with his arms crossed against his chest. He seems to invite you to leave, but something compels you to stay. The two of you stare at each other before he finally speaks, not of course without that signature smirk of his.

"I'm glad to see you're taking our little rivalry seriously. I thought you had given up after that dumpster fire of your last assignment."

You gasp, offended he would say that and huff.

"It's not my fault you got only 2% higher than I did." He shakes his head, tsking scoldingly.

"I only got 2% because that was all that was left to get! I could have done better if I needed to."

This part of him infuriated you. It was clear to you he only dragged you out here to humiliate you and you make to leave. You liked it back when he was ignoring you and the two of you barely spoke and just flashed grades at each other with sneers. Actually talking to him was draining and you didn't feel like dealing with him right now.

"Now come on, don't tell me you're going to leave before I give you an offer to make our last competition for the year more interesting."

"Fine but make it quick," you say, turning to face him again.

"Loser has to do whatever the winner wants." You roll your eyes.

"I'm not going to humiliate myself for you. You really think I'm that dumb?"

"Come on, I'll even tell you what I'll do when I win! That way you can be more motivated to lose."

"You mean when you lose?" He laughs, the sound alighting your chest.

"Considering the result of the last assignment I wouldn't bet on that. When I win I'm going to take you to dinner."

You stare at him with wide eyes, trying to see if he was joking. He seems to not be, casually twirling a lock of his hair as he waits for your response.

"If the idea of that is so detestable I'm sure you'll work hard to win."

You detect the slightest hint of hurt in his voice, masked with his signature aloofness. You bite your lip a little, gnawing on it as you think.

"Fine, but when I win I'm choosing where we go."

His face lights up before he quickly clears his throat and turns around. You think you can see the tips of his ears turning the slightest bit pink, smiling to yourself as the fire underneath you is lit again at the added stakes to the competition.

"Deal," he says, leaning down and sealing the conditions with the soft press of his lips against yours.