#this is a very long post for one that begins with ‘real quick’ sorry about that lads

[ortustheninth]

real quick before I forget but now that we know about jod’s heroic attempt to save all of humanity by cryogenically freezing them tragically thwarted by funding cuts to the sciences (narrated to us of course, by jod)… was that post about ‘imagine just living on planet earth and then waking up 10 thousand years later on the universe’s most miserable goth and catholic planet’ actually correct?? the 300 people shipped off to the Ninth were the people the proto lyctor cryogenics team managed to freeze before the governments and elon musks of the world revealed they were ditching earth for kuiper 7??

if they were frozen preResurrection do any of them even have necromantic potential? is Jod no longer the last person who knows what none pizza with left beef is?

[luvt0kki]

INTERLUDE | OPENING SEQUENCE

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This scene that locked me up The sequence that's like forever Stay for me, stay for me, stay for me I can't get used to it, used to it, used to it

🎧: Opening Sequence - TXT

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pairings: ot8 x f!reader (san x reader)

w.c : 10k ( im sorry for any errors)

cw: mature, ,minors do not interact, nsfw, reader is afab, slow burn, polyamory, smut , bittersweet, angst, MC's background is inspired by Black Widow's background with the Red Room, reader is called sweet heart/baby, hints of abuse/manipulation, mc’s past, mention of their training days, injuries, scars, loss of virginity, first time, very very very longgggggg chapter I’m sorry

REMINDER: my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n : surprise? SPECIAL CHAPTER!!!! I hope you guys like this one. I didn’t initially plan to write this but after posting chapter 005 I wanted to write something different or something else and this came about. I hope you guys like. Thank you for being so patient with me 🥺💗

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE, OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE ANY OF MY WORK HERE. I DO NOT NOR WILL ALLOW IT.

“How long do you think before they find us here?”

The young assassin paused, his heart dropping. Never has he ever heard you, YOU, out of all the graduated students of the Academy, sound like this.

You were always so sure of yourself but now, he was hearing a completely different person yet so familiar. When was the last time he heard you like this? He was quick to recall it and that ache in his chest began to feel as if he was burning from the inside. This small, unsure, and weak voice belonged to the little girl he grew up with before the academy changed everything and he never heard you like this again.

Til today.

He was scared to turn around.

If your own resolve was shaking then the situation was worse than he thought.

San shook his head and continued to look around the padded room looking for any signs of a possible escape. Even if you two did get out, you two would have nothing but your knives and your fists.

“No one’s going to come for us, aren’t they Sannie?” You choked out his nickname so softly, that he felt his heart broke. “At the end of the day…” you went on, the fears of a little girl that San had failed to protect breaking through the facade the Academy molded and chiseled you in. “I’m just one of their many weapons. The other girls in the Academy…they’re good. Better. I will be of no use soon.”

San’s hands were beginning to tremble uncontrollably as he reloaded the gun. You were the Academy’s proudest creation, you had set the standard. Though those things were true, these were your fears. They were just as real.

“We’ve sent a Morse code to them. They’ll find us soon. They won’t let you go as easily.” San swallowed the lump in his throat trying to maintain composure and not let the impending doom of you both get to him.

What made him sadder was that he was right. The Academy won’t let you go. You were chained to them in a way, he wasn’t.

“Sannie…”

They could afford to lose him. He was a part of the top three of those who graduated with him but he wasn’t the first of the batch.

“They’ll come for you.”

The room that confined you two was dim. The skylight let some moonlight shine through to illuminate what it could in the darkness you two were submerged in. Did your captors really believe the Academy would buy their ransom for two of their assassins? They would come with a brute force that would leave them nothing in ashes. If no one came for the two of you, they’ll kill you both or worse, sell the two of you off to the market.

San would kill them before they even thought of selling you as a slave.

“Sannie, it’s cold.”

His composure broke then.

Gone was the weapon the Academy created.

Without any hesitation, San went to where you had been sitting (on the white sheet mattress in the room they threw you two in) then pulled you onto his lap with his arms wrapped around you. Your skin was cold to the touch and his desperation to hold you only grew. He cradled you so gently in his arms, scared that if he embraced you tighter you’d shatter.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head as he kept his gaze up, fighting back tears and the urge to press his lips on the the crown of your head. “I’m here. I'm not going anywhere.”

You were taught to never take anyone’s words seriously. Always doubt them, they once said. Doubt them until they prove it because you can never know what they mean and yet, you believed every word San said.

Every promise he has ever made, he kept them. Everything he said he would do, he did. But even if he didn’t prove to be a man of his word, the part of you that you pushed in the dark, would believe him blindly.

His strong arms held you in a way you never knew you needed to be held and the warmth of his body was giving you, melted away the armor you didn’t have the luxury to take off.

“Sannie,”

He loved it when you called him Sannie. Since you two met, he was your Sannie. If you asked him now, just once, to be yours, he’d be yours forever.

“Yeah?” He caressed your back in gentle circles, taking note of how your shivering lessened and your breathing calmed.

You didn’t continue your thought. It got stuck in your throat. How could you possibly say what you wanted to? Instead, you opted to bury your face into his neck. You’ll think about it for a bit…because what if it was the wrong time to say it?

“Can I hold your hand?”

Your voice was such a soft whisper, that San almost didn’t hear it. It was like you were embarrassed to have even asked, even though he’s held your hand so many times in secret during your training days when it was an evaluation day.

San hummed in response and carefully, still cradling you in his lap with your head leaning on his chest, slipped his hand with yours. He stared at your hands as he did. His hand was bigger than yours and his heart dropped when he realized you had taken off your gloves. Such delicate hands were bruised at the knuckles and hands that only ever touched or brushed him so gently.

He knew in your head you could only see how stained your arms were with blood.

“Your hands are cold,” he pointed out, pouting a little at the fact and like he did when you were younger, he took both your hands and brought them close to his mouth to breathe warmth into them.

You felt your heart thump particularly strong in your chest. The feelings you’ve had for San that you had hidden away because you were told you could never be loved nor love for you were only a weapon, returned.

Because you are a weapon, you would only ever hurt the people you love.

“How are you so warm?” You chuckled, falling into a comfort you denied yourself for so long. “If I remember correctly, you were such a small petite thing when we were younger. I was afraid you wouldn’t make it past the selection.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I didn’t want to be left behind. I need to be with you no matter what.” He let himself speak freely and honestly, letting his hands warm yours.

“I would’ve purposely failed if that was the case. I wouldn’t want to continue on without you.” You admitted, feeling the ache of your muscles finally hit you.

“They would’ve known if you did.”

“That’s true.”

“I would catch up to you no matter what. To be by your side…” San paused, afraid to say what he wanted to in fear that you may not feel the same. “For a long time, I believe that’s where I belong.”

His words caught you off guard. Did Sannie know? Did he know that you loved him? There was no way he could but the possibility of attraction between the two of you could not be ruled out so easily. It was there. You both knew it. You two just never spoke of it.

“Do you still believe that?” You asked, feeling a little braver and desperate.

What if this was it? It had been four days since the enemy got the upper hand and immobilized you and San and sealed you two up in this room. What if the Academy did abandon you both? Weapons are replaceable.

“I’m here with you now, aren’t I?”

He’s always been there.

You lifted your head off his shoulder to gaze up at him.

Gone was the little boy you worried about whenever you two trained separately. The one who was easily thrown and bullied around by his much stronger contenders. You were afraid of losing him even then because you had wondered why someone with such a gentle heart could ever hurt people. For goodness sake, he continued to let himself get beaten up just because one of the much younger trainees out of desperation and hunger, stole a piece of roasted sweet potato.

Before you now was a man. San still had the handsomeness he’s had since he was younger except it matured and bloomed into sharp features and a striking beauty that lost all the softness of his younger self. His body was no longer frail and sickly. His back and shoulders became broad, lean muscles had grown and given him more shape that reminded you of the prowess of a black panther.

But when he smiled.

He was the Sannie you cared for and loved so deeply…so quietly.

“Can you promise me something?” You asked, feeling your heart begin to ache.

“Anything for you.” He smiled softly down at you and you wished he hadn’t because it’d made your heart want him even more.

“If we get out of this alive…” you felt tears begin to form in your eyes. “Promise me you’ll leave the academy.”

“Y/N—,” he began to protest, sitting up a little bit you shushed him gently and changed your positions.

You cupped his face gently with your hands and looked straight into his eyes.

“When we get out of here, you need to disappear. Leave this life behind.”

San has never seen you cry since the Selection. Your eyes which were usually blank and cold, and that only ever warmed when you looked at him were glassy with tears and there was fear in them. Pure fear and hurt.

“P-please, Sannie. Leave the Academy.”

Why were you asking him something so difficult?

“You deserve more than this life. You should be able to live freely and to love freely. Leave all this behind. Leave me behind.” You were begging him now, your hot tears falling onto his beautiful face. His eyes were so gentle as they looked up at you.

“Don’t ask me of this, Y/N.” He tried to be stern to mask the breaking of his heart. “You know I can’t do that!” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “I can’t. I can’t…I can’t.” His voice was trembling, both your fears breaking you down.

“Do it for me, Sannie.” You wiped his tears away with your thumbs, fighting the urge to kiss the beauty mark on his upper cheek. “If one of us gets to be free, it should be you.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.” He grabbed you by the back of your neck while his other hand brought your leg to be able to wrap around him, consumed by the need to be close to you. He pressed your forehead against his.

“We both deserve to live. If we’re talking about who should be free, it should be you.” He said through gritted teeth, still not letting all his composure go. How could you think so little of your life? “You’re not a weapon.”

He took your hand and placed it over where his heart would be. “We both have hearts that beat. We both have tears to cry. You breathe just like I do. You feel just like I do…you can love just like I do.”

San’s words echoed in your head, they rang like an alarm as those words breached the codes that the Academy programmed into you.

You couldn’t think straight. None of you could.

‘You can love just like I do.’

Could you, really?

Your bleary eyes searched San’s glimmering onyx orbs. You were scared to find nothing but conviction and such surety that made you believe him that you could. The hope in his eyes frightened you.

You didn’t know how to love. You only assumed to know that love was a precious emotion you could never have. The Academy said love was a weakness but all the training and programming they did, seemed to not exist at this very moment. Neither did it for San.

Well in his case, you had always been his exception to every rule. He’d break rules, laws, and bones for you.

“I don’t know if I can,” you sobbed softly. The fact you don’t even know how to love makes you feel as if you weren’t human.

Love was different from lust. You knew that. Everyone, even those under the Academy, had needs and everyone was left to handle it themselves as long as it didn’t compromise their abilities or get in the way of missions.

To put it simply, they just fucked for the feeling of it.

But no one touched you. You wouldn’t let it happen. You couldn’t. The other girls were nice enough to tell you how to do it yourself and you wondered if San has ever needed to get those needs out of the way…and the thought of who it could’ve been with made your chest ache at the thought.

“You can.” He smiled, so soft and gentle, it made you wonder if anyone else in the galaxy could look at you that way. So fondly and not the monster and killer you really were.

San held your hand that was against his heart tightly, still smiling up at you so sweetly you didn’t think you could handle that look. It was so foreign to you.

“Y/N, if you’ll let me,” San didn’t care anymore. If you two were going to die tomorrow and if he was going to do as you made him promise, he’d hold you and speak as if this was his last night in this life. “Let me make you feel. It doesn’t have to be love. But please, let me make you truly feel.”

You knew you could say no and it would be okay. All your time in the Academy, you realized the only time you ever felt safe was when you were with San. You didn’t have to keep your guard up with him and you didn’t have to lie to him.

Throwing all caution out the window and focusing on San, just him, you exhaled softly, unaware that you had been holding your breath.

“O-okay.” You held his face softly once more, telling yourself he was real. That he was here, he had never left you not once and he wouldn’t leave you til you told him to. “P-please Sannie.” Your voice quivered. “I want to feel alive.”

“Don’t cry, my darling,” he cooed, wiping your tears away. “You know I’ll do anything for you, right?”

You nodded, letting yourself enjoy the soft touch of his hands in your hair and on your face, and the warmth of his embrace.

“Can I kiss you?”

You felt heat bloom in your cheeks at the question. San knew you’d never been kissed. Well, he knew because first of all, he was your closest friend in the Academy and you told him everything, and secondly, he may or may not have scared off anyone else who wanted to.

“O-okay.” You’ve never felt so shy.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Y/N.” He leaned closer, your heart racing you felt as if it was going to jump out of your chest. “With everything I am and as long as I’m around, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Your lips parted the slightest bit as his sweet words overwhelmed you with a sensation you’ve only ever felt in tingles whenever you were with him and now they were bursts of warmth that radiated throughout your body.

The plumpness of your lips and that innocent and pure way you gazed at home made him lose all his resolve. Softly as if handling the finest and most fragile porcelain, he pressed his lips against yours, their softness and their warmth, and the closeness of it all, made him feel as if the world had stopped.

You didn’t know what to do but when his lips gently moved against yours, a part of you made you do the same. It’s like your body needed to reciprocate his actions naturally. Maybe it was because you had thought about kissing him and wondered about it late at night til your face was hot and you were flustered at the imagination of what it’d feel to be closer to Sannie in a different way…

Gently, San helped you sit comfortably on his lap, supporting your back as he kissed you, tasting the sweetness of your lips that had a hint of metallic taste from the small cut on your lower lip. He’d kiss away all your cuts and bruises if you’d let him. He’d kiss them to make you forget the pain.

San was still holding back though.

He didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want.

But the way you had begun to kiss him back with the same need as he did, only made it harder for him to not lose himself.

Pulling away reluctantly, he looked at you. Your pretty lashes fluttered so prettily as you blinked dreamily at him, your lips were a glistening pink and your cheeks were glowing.

What made San fall even harder in that moment was the way you shyly looked away when he had been staring.

“Sannie…” you murmured, squeezing his shoulders nervously and completely aware that you were sitting on his lap, straddling him.

You just had your first kiss. San had just kissed you.

“Can I touch you?”

You felt your ears grow hot. “Aren’t you already?” You murmured. His hands were already on your waist and when they weren’t there they were in your hair or caressing your face.

“Let me rephrase that,” He chuckled and pressed his lips onto the corner of your mouth. “Can I…” he kissed your cheek, each kiss making warmth bloom wherever they touched you. “Touch…” He caressed the curve of your spine, your lower back tingling at the gentle touch. “All of you?”

“Y-yes.” You had uttered out so quickly and softly, that you felt embarrassed. You didn’t even think twice.

“You can touch me too,” San began to kiss along the column of your neck, the sensation making you shiver. “You can touch me however you want, Y/N.” He gripped your hips just a little bit tighter, enjoying the way you cutely squirmed.

“Sannie,” you softly called out to him, making him part from your neck which he had been kissing and licking.

His brows rose at your call, waiting for whatever you needed to say but in all honesty, you just needed to feel his lips on yours again.

So without a word, you cradled San’s handsome face in both hands before crashing your lips onto his, surprising not only him but also yourself at how greedy you had become. You didn’t know you could feel such sensations and the kiss just sparked a flame you never knew could come alive, and now that it was lit, it began to burn.

“T-touch me,” you whispered desperately between kisses, his own lips hungrily kissing you back.

San felt as if he was dreaming when those words slipped past your lips and even more so how prettily you moaned when caressed the underside of your breast with his thumb. He was surprised with how sensitive you were. You were still in your cat suit and yet you reacted so quickly to his touch.

His lips and your lips messily danced with desperation to drink each other's heat and passion. Your own hands had begun to tug at his armored protective suit while he also made quick work of your catsuit. San not wanting to leave the warmth of your lips, took his time to unzip the front of your suit. He wanted to be gentle with you despite the lust that was burning him from the inside out he just wanted to feel you and make you feel.

His lips finally left yours only to attack your neck with hot kisses, making you moan out softly. Gently he laid you on the worn-out mattress, parting from you completely so he could kneel between your thighs. Your eyes remained on him as he removed his protective vest, discarding it somewhere in the room before he peeled off his long sleeve over his head. His muscular chiseled body was illuminated by the moonlight, every ridge and ripple of muscle was accentuated by the shadows of the room. You felt a familiar heat pool in your lower body the more you stared at San’s physique and you blushed and turned away when he caught you staring.

The edge of San’s mouth twitched into a small smile, finding your timidness to be rather adorable. He liked how flustered you became because of him. San reached for your hips to pull you closer, your eyes widening when he did.

San found the zipper of your catsuit again, his heart thrumming in his chest as he slowly pulled it down. His breathing grew heavy as yours quickened with how the suit slowly opened revealing glimpses of your naked skin beneath. The rise and fall of your chest along with the sight of the valley of your breasts and hints of your body before him, made his throat dry.

He wanted to take his time but at the same time, his long infatuation that had turned to something more over the years made it difficult.

When the cold air kissed your bare skin, you felt your nipples pebble and harden against the fabric of the suit, making you want to rub your thighs together but that was impossible when San was knelt between your thighs.

“Can I keep going?” He asked you, pausing the pull of your zipper before it could go lower than your belly button. He searched for any uneasiness in your eyes but instead, he found such a sweet yet sinful look in them.

You nodded. “Y-yes, please.”

Gently, he helped you slip your arms out of the suit, his breath hitching at the sight of your bare pretty breasts bouncing free as he bunched the specialized Kevlar-like fabric at your waist. His palms were at least a micro-centimeter away from your skin. Almost afraid and hesitant to truly feel you. An assassin without their suit was just as deadly as them having one but with you, he felt as if without it, you were just a woman. A woman who wanted to be loved…a woman he loved.

Kissing you drove him crazy enough but to get to touch you? He’s going to crumble.

It seemed you had noticed his hesitation and driven by your silent desire, you took his hand and splayed fingers and pressed his palm over the middle of your chest, close to where your heart would be.

You didn’t say a word as his eyes snapped to meet yours. All it told him was that this was consensual, that you wanted him to touch you, and that he could keep going.

If this was truly yours and his last night in this world, none of you wanted to hold back.

“Sannie…” his heart stopped when you softly called out his name. Your eyes looked into his as if he brought you peace, there was no turmoil nor anxiety in them. The cold and dark blankness that they held when you’re on a mission or on Academy grounds was absent.

Right here, before him was just you. The young girl he once knew that the Academy caged and programmed to be a weapon in their beck and call, a woman who did not have the time to love or be loved, nor was allowed to. But if you were to tell him you were incapable of loving, he’d prove to you that you were wrong.

Maybe you didn’t know it then but the compassion you had shown him during your trainee days when he was nothing but the runt of the litter of kids with no future chosen by the Academy to be given a chance, that in its own way was love.

The way you stuck by him, took time to check if he was okay and to defend him from higher ranking assassins, even if it was platonic or more, it was love.

You slipped your fingers into his, intertwining them.

“Keep going.”

There was a hint of sadness in your smile despite the way you looked so longingly at him as if he were the warm shining sun.

He continued to unravel you. Gently, he rolled the fabric to slip past your hips. Despite your line of work, your skin was close to perfect in his eyes. No deep scars nor wounds that left a memory of your missions plus the Academy took good care of their favorites.

But the sight before him proved him wrong.

His heart dropped into his stomach and he felt your hand squeeze his.

Below your belly button and not fully hidden by the waistband of your black underwear, a long jagged scar curved along your lower abdomen. The scar was healed but it left its mark. It sickly smiled at him in a deeper shade than your complexion with pinkish hues.

“W-what is this?” He held your hip gently, his thumb caressing your hipbone afraid to touch that area skin, should you not like it.

He felt his heart break when you only looked at him sadly. “Y/N, w-what is this?” He croaked out hoarsely, his heart breaking when you looked at him that way and continued to hold his hand in yours.

“My graduation.”

The world stopped and he heard nothing but a dull ringing in his ears.

The Academy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it didn’t matter. Why should I speak of something that I could never get back.”

“D-don’t talk like that. Y/N you should’ve told me.”

You sat up, heart breaking when you heard his voice crack. San didn’t even realize that tears were falling from his eyes as he stared at that mocking smiling scar. Just when he thought the Academy couldn’t take any more from you, they took everything.

Well, almost everything. But not him. They were not taking him away from you. Never.

“Sannie, don’t cry.” You smiled, wiping his tears away. “I didn’t tell you 'cause I knew you’d cry.” You took a deep breath, finally telling your closest friend of so many years the secret you’ve kept from him. “This is why you should leave the Academy and live a life you truly deserve. You have a chance for a future you want. Mine…well…mine was taken from me. It was a silly dream I had when we were kids.”

“When we spent time around the towns and I’d see people getting married and having families, I thought I could have that. I thought I was going to marry you and have a family. At twelve years old.” You laughed softly at the childhood memory. “At twelve years old, I looked at you, my best friend, and thought ‘I’m going to marry San’ and that we’re going to be as happy as the families I’ve seen. That I would have a child and give them the life I never had…but then the Academy happened.”

San’s tears streamed down his handsome face and you held his face in your hands once more, making him look at you.

“I don’t want to think about that tonight. I don’t want to think about what I went through to stay alive.” You leaned down to kiss his jaw and your breath was hot against his ear as you uttered words that shattered his heart even more. “So don’t touch me like I’m made of glass. You can’t break something that’s already broken. Make me forget, Sannie.”

You kissed him again then took his hand that was on your hip and guided it to cup your breast, your body tingling and warming at the touch. The simple gesture told him one thing. Throw caution out the window. Nothing else mattered now except you and him. If both of you were going to die tomorrow, you both wanted to feel love and act on desires that both of you held back on.

Driven by the love he harbored for you for so long, he attacked your neck with heated kisses and caressed your bare torso with such a need to feel your skin.

Your warmth and your scent, he could die in it.

Sloppily, he licked and nibbled at the juncture of your neck and shoulder before going lower, and hungrily taking the soft peak of your breast into his hot mouth.

You gasped and moaned at the sudden and new sensation, your body tingling over and your hips mindlessly grinding on San’s thigh. You shivered at the spark of friction and loosely wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers combing through his hair as his tongue flicked and swirled over your sensitive nipple while his other hand gave your other breast attention. He squeezed and massaged them just as greedy as his mouth was latched onto your right tit.

Soon, clothes were haphazardly thrown away and you were on your back completely on display for San’s eyes and his eyes only. The coldness of the room was forgotten as your bodies began to burn with lust and yours continued to grow hotter as he kissed along your inner thigh, his slit cat-like predatory gaze never leaving your face.

Your thigh was hooked over his left shoulder and San took his time kissing your soft plush thighs, nipping and biting where he wanted and enjoying the way you squirmed and trembled. But when he came face to face with your pretty pink pussy before him, he felt like he could cum untouched.

His gaze was hot as he stared at your core and you wanted to close your thighs but it was impossible with San’s position. He rested his hand over your lower belly as he licked his lips.

“You’re dripping,” he said lowly, eying your slick pink folds and your little pulsing hole that pushed more arousal out the more he teased you. He brushed his thumb over your clit and your hips bucked.

Fuck, he swore to himself. You were so sensitive.

Biting his lip, he collected your arousal and messily spread it all over your cunt. You could feel the warm sticky slick over your skin and you only grew more needy for his touch. You’ve touched yourself plenty of times when you needed to…but it was different when it was someone else, it was different that it was San.

“Fuck,” he hissed softly, feeling how wet you were and how easily his thumb was able to circle around your sensitive clit, enjoying the reactions he was eliciting from you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

You nodded, shamelessly.

“Have you ever been touched here?” He asked, wondering if you were like the other assassins who deal with their desires by sleeping with another assassin. If you answered yes, he’d be jealous. He’s already jealous at the thought of someone else being as close as he was to you right now.

But your answer was more than he expected.

“N-no. Just me.” You breathily replied, biting back a moan when he pressed a little more as he massaged your clit in slow languid circles.

“Yeah? Just you? All alone?”

“Mhm Hm.” You bit your lip, your hips bucking into his hand for more.

You were driving him crazy. He was imagining you touching yourself in your room. Pretty little hand in your panties playing with yourself underneath the covers and biting back your moans like you were right now.

“You know…there’s something better than just your fingers,” he inched closer, his breath fanning over your pussy, the heat of it making you clench around nothing. He hooked his arms underneath your thighs to hold you down and keep your hips still.

“Your fingers?” You guessed, blinking at him and watching his every move. You found it rather embarrassing that he was this close to your intimate area.

“Definitely,” he chuckled at your response. “But not that, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of your pubic bone. “Something even better.”

Before you could ask what, his pink tongue peeked from his lips and licked a long stripe from your dripping hole and up your clit. You moaned at the feeling, squirming in his hold. Not one second did his eyes leave yours, the intensity of them made you need him more, and when he slowly flicked his tongue around your clit, tasting you, the pleasure went straight to your head.

“A-ah, Sannie,” you gasped but it didn’t end there.

As he had done with your breast, he latched his hot lips onto your core and began tasting you.

San moaned against your pussy at the sweet taste of your cunt, slurping and hungrily licking at your arousal as if he didn’t want to let a single drop go to waste.

It was downright dirty. Pornographic.

He kissed and made out with your core like he had with your lips. You never knew that you could feel such mind-numbing pleasure like this. His tongue was so hot and his lips were so soft, and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, you felt the tip of his finger tease your entrance.

It was almost too much.

You gripped his dark hair and tugged when you felt him slip a digit inside of you. His finger was thicker than yours, longer too. A rush of arousal washed over you when you heard him moan against your pussy when you pulled his hair.

“You’re so wet, fuck. You taste so good.” He briefly left your clit then licked at the pearl before saying. “My finger slipped in so easily, sweetheart. I think you can take another one already. Can’t you?”

“Y-yes. San, please. I-I need more. Please.” You panted breathlessly. Just as you asked, he delivered.

He added another finger into your hole, slowly slipping them in and losing his fucking mind at how tight you were sucking his digits in. He could only imagine how heavenly it must feel when it was his cock instead.

“So fucking tight, sweetheart.” He bit his lip, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out of you, his fingers completely covered in your slick. “You like that, darling? Love how my fingers are filling you up?”

You nodded, gripping the mattress below you as your hips moved on their own, and words you’ve never thought you’d say out loud slipped past your lips. “W-want to feel you deeper. M-more please.”

San could only smile at your reaction before he latched his mouth again onto your clit while fingers curled inside of you. You swore at how easily he found that spot you desperately tried to find on your own in the privacy of your room. His fingers were thicker and your chaste walls welcomed them so easily. The way he touched you and pleasured you felt so good, you didn’t care about the lewd squelching sounds your pussy made as he fucked his fingers into you. You could even feel your arousal drip from your hole and onto the mattress.

His eyes were peacefully closed shut as he tasted you. It was as if he was savoring every single bit of you and this kind of attention was making a familiar warmth bloom in your chest.

“S-San, w-wait, I-I’m,” you stuttered out, feeling your core tighten, the familiar sensation of being on that edge far more intense than when you touched yourself alone.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he murmured against your core, releasing your overstimulated clit with a soft wet pop. “Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Something about what he said and how he flicked his tongue against your clit as his fingers mercilessly pumped and curled inside of you, sent you over the edge. You gasped as your hips trembled and your walls convulsed around his fingers, your climax making you shake and your mind go blank momentarily.

San hummed deeply, the vibration of the sound along with how he slowly lapped your release and moved his lips as he did, made some part of your brain melt.

He couldn’t get enough and he quite literally was acting as if this was his last meal on earth.

“S-Sannie, wait—ah!” He prolonged your organs with his lazy kisses and languid kitten licks.

Once he had gotten enough (though he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough), he parted from your lower lips to look at you through hooded eyes full of hunger and lust. It made your heart race.

With his eyes locked on yours, he thought his two fingers that had been inside of your heat to his lips and licked your essence off of it, a sudden heat passing through your body at the visual.

“You taste like heaven, sweetheart.” He moaned deeply, taking his time to taste you on his fingers.

“H-how about you?” You asked, your voice breathy and higher than its usual tone.

He caressed your thighs, lovingly as you came down from your high. “What about me sweetheart?”

Your hands caressed his toned stomach, tracing the lines of his abs and stopping before the waistband of his briefs.

“Do I get to taste you?”

San’s cock throbbed at your question that sounded so innocent from your lips. He wants to make this all about you but you were making it difficult for him to not be selfish and focus on making you feel good.

Still lightheaded from your orgasm, you sat up and crawled to San, the man before you gulping at the visual of you on your knees and seeing the beautiful shape of your back, it was like looking at a cat. You knelt by him, meeting his height before placing your hands on his shoulders and moving him to sit on the mattress with his back against the wall.

“I want to taste you, Sannie.” You purred, sitting a top of your folded legs, his own legs spread to make room for you.

He raised a brow watching you, amused at your actions. Even like this, he looked so attractive.

San smiled softly at you and caressed your cheek as you looked at him with round wide eyes. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

You nodded, experimentally teasing the imprint of his length in his briefs. His breath hitched at the mere touch of your fingertips, his excitement making his thighs tense.

“Teach me how?” You looked at him through your lashes and the sweet determined look you had turned him on even more.

You were rather shy that you asked him to show you but little did you know, that just sent his mind places. Was he really your first?

Curiously, you palmed his length making a shaky breath leave him. “Did that feel good Sannie?”

“F-fuck… y-yes. It felt good sweetheart.”

“Can I take it off?” You tugged at the waistband lightly and he nodded eagerly.

You pulled down his boxers and once the garment was down past his hips, his cock sprung free from its confines. It slapped against his hard abdomen and you felt your mouth water at the sight.

Not knowing what it’d do to him, you slowly wrapped your hand around his length to gauge his size and San hissed at the warmth of your soft palm. He was hot and stiff, and the pink head was glistening with a slick liquid. With your other hand, your fingertips spread his precum all over the bulbous round tip.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re torturing me.” He groaned the more you massaged this sensitive tip.

You felt your core tingle at the sight of his furrowed brows and his parted lips as you touched him. You wanted to make him feel good too.

“What do you want me to do, Sannie?” Your voice was so sweet.

“F-fuck, baby, spit on it a-and then wrap your pretty hand around me, okay?” His hand gently cupped the back of your neck.

A little hesitant but doing as he said, you spat on his cock, and the dirty sound and act of it made his cock twitch. You were guessing that you should spread it around and when he hummed, it told you, you were doing something right.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart.” He cooed. “Now wrap your hand around me. Fuuuck. Just like that.”

Feeling excited with all the praise he was giving, you kissed his neck slowly, doing as he did to you earlier.

“M-move your hand up and down, sweetheart.”

“O-okay.”

Your saliva mixed with his precum gave lubrication for you to easily glide your hand up and down his shaft.

“That’s it, baby. That feels so good. Fuck.” He moaned. “Come here, let me kiss you.”

You do as he says and kiss with his, moving your lips with his, and your core clenched when you could taste a sweet yet slightly salty flavor on your lips. Was that you? The fact you were tasting yourself on his lips turned you on.

The two of you stayed like that; making out while your hand pumped his cock, feeling his girth and his length. You couldn’t help but wonder how he’d feel inside of you but you wanted to taste him first like you said.

You pulled away from his lips and they pouted at the loss of them but he couldn’t stay disappointed for long, not when your tongue just did a kitten lick on his sensitive tip.

“Fuck, sweetheart, are you really sure?” He moaned, not wanting to force you. He was happy enough that you had been jerking him off. You really didn’t have to return the favor if you didn’t want to.

“Mhm.” You hummed, following your instincts and taking his leaking tip in your mouth, while your hand continued to move up and down his shaft.

His taste made your head spin and your clit throb. You liked the taste of him, it was a little salty but it was just him.

“Shit-,” he threw his head back, his other hand gripping the mattress as you licked and suckled at his tip. “That feels so good. Fuck. Don’t stop. Such a good girl using your pretty mouth on me. Do I taste good?”

You hummed so cutely as a yes. God, he’d do anything for you. How were you this cute?

“Do you think you can take more of my cock in your mouth? You think you can take it?”

His dirty talk made you even wetter and you were sure that you were dripping at this point.

Could you take it? There was only one way to find out.

Breathing through your nose and flattening out your tongue, you slipped his cock deeper almost choking when the hot tip touched the back of your throat but you against your gag reflex and tried to mimic what your hand had been doing. You slowly moved your head up and down, bobbing rhythmically on his cock.

San moaned breathily. This was your first time taking cock in your mouth? “You’re a fucking natural, baby. Fuck. That feels good. You look so pretty like this. Could cum just watching you.”

What you couldn’t take in your mouth, you made up for with your hand, earning more moans from San. You liked this. You liked making him feel good. You liked having his cock inside your mouth, you wanted to taste more than his cock.

You wanted more.

“Fuck,” he swore when he felt you bravely take a little deeper, feeling the way the start of your throat constricted at the intrusion of his cock. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that—,”

You bobbed your head faster, not caring that you were making such lewd slurping and sucking sounds. He had done the same for you and at that moment you understood why he had enjoyed tasting you.

San’s thighs began to clench and his core tightened further. His knuckles were turning white at how hard he was gripping the mattress in one hand while the other grabbed your ass, making you yelp and take more of him deeper in your throat, which pushed him over the edge.

There was a cute surprised squeak that came from you which was the cherry on top of him spilling his load inside your mouth. Your eyes widened as you felt his hot release go down your throat and they fluttered close as you savored the taste of him.

San was losing it when he felt your throat move as you swallowed his cum. He didn’t know you were going to do that. What’s making his head spin further and making his hazy orgasmic bliss last longer was how you kept him inside your mouth, just the tip, and licking the slit of his cock head.

You pulled away, his cock falling on his stomach, still hard and you sat so cutely in between his legs as he panting and coming down from his high.

You wiped the edge of your mouth and licked what was left of him on your lips.

“Sannie tastes good.”

You didn’t know you had said that out loud in such a soft manner that made San swoon.

San like a cat, pounced on you.

He was once again all over you. Your back was against the mattress as he found his place between your thighs. You eyed his cock, still hard and glistening from when it had been in your mouth. Your walls clenched when San wrapped his own hand around his pretty cock and pressed the head against your clit making you whimper.

San rubbed the tip of his cock through your slit, spreading your slick and coating himself with it. You were so drenched that it was driving him crazy, he wanted to bury his cock deep inside you so bad but when his eyes met the long scar smiling from one hip bone to the other. He wanted to take his time. For you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, holding your hips with care. Even though you told him that he couldn’t break what was broken, he wouldn’t want to think of breaking you. In fact, he wanted to make you feel full, whole, and complete. He wanted to care for you in a way you deserved. “Am I your first?”

The sudden question threw you off. It made you realize that he was going to be your first. Concepts like those shouldn’t matter to you especially since you didn’t have the time to think of such a thing.

“Y-yes…” you admitted, relaxing a little. “You’re the first person to ever kiss me too. I want you to be my first, Sannie.” Your heart was aching while your body burned for him. “And if this is our last night alive, I wouldn’t have imagined anyone else being my first and my last. I’m glad…it’s you.”

San didn’t know if this was the right time to say the three words he’d been dying to say to you for so long. “For me…” he slowly moved his hips, rubbing his length between your slick folds, making your face relax into that flushed blissful expression.

“It’s always been you.”

You didn’t have time to think or question what that meant. Not when the tip of his cock teased at your entrance, just pressing against it.

Slowly, he let the head pop inside your cunt, both of you gasping. The girth of his cock stretched you out more than you could ever with your two fingers and there was a slight sting as he entered, making you bite your lip and whimper.

But he was attentive.

San intertwined his fingers with yours while his other hand held your hip still as he slowly, little by little, inch by inch, pushed his cock deeper into your tight wet heat. The velvety warmth of your walls made his head spin and the way they hugged his cock was heaven. The carnal part inside of him wanted nothing more than to thrust deeply into you and have you falling apart for him.

“S-Sannie, m-more.”

He growled lowly. Despite this being your first time, the wetness of your heat made his cock slip in so easily. Both of you watched as his cock split your lower lips apart and how his length slowly disappeared into you. You were bewildered that San was inside of you. You never knew just how badly you wanted to be close to him until tonight.

The circumstances were dire, it was hopeless but you had him.

“I want to feel more.” You squeezed his hand as he pushed his hips a little further. “Y-you’re so thick.”

San must be dreaming.

You brought your free hand over your mouth as the sensation of being filled up was such a pleasure you’ve never felt before. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

He cooed and praised you for each inch you took of him and there was something about the heat of him inside you, spreading apart your chaste walls that made your thighs shiver as he bottomed out.

San let out a long exhale, cursing as he felt his whole length be snuggly embraced by your velvety warm walls. He could even feel your arousal coat him and drip out of your entrance. He was ascending. He was the closest he could ever get to the person he’s only ever seen as the love of his life.

You looked so beautiful before him. How could you be so bashful yet exuding such allure? Your hand squeezed his as you adjusted to his cock inside of you, he could even feel the way your walls squeeze and contracted as you did. Fuck. He was your first. The first man to ever have the privilege to be this close to you, to feel you, and to see you in a state so vulnerable that you hid from everyone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” San asked, massaging your hips to help you relax. You were squeezing him so tight. “Does it hurt?”

His sweet voice and the care in them made your heart crack. What did you do to deserve someone like Choi San?

“N-not really. It’s just…new.” You whimpered when the head of his cock that was in your mouth earlier was snug against your cervix. “I-I can feel you.”

That made San’s head spin. “Y-yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, holding his hand and looking into his eyes. “I…feel…you.”

Each word held so much weight and emotion that San couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and crashing his lips on yours. He could feel you too and he loved the feeling of you. He drew his hips back just a little, slowly giving you shallow thrusts to get you used to him. You gasped at the sensation of his cock gliding and scraping your walls, the friction so sinfully and mind-numbingly good.

San continued to kiss you, his tongue delving into your warm wet mouth, the two of you kissing messily as his cock eased its way out of your walls leaving only the tip in. You squirmed. The first taste of the motion of his length inside you sparked a rush that felt addicting and when he easily slid back into you again, it confirmed that growing addiction.

“S-Sannie!” You cried out, arms wrapping around him, holding onto him as he stroked your walls deeply.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He groaned, burying his face into your neck, kissing the spots he hadn’t marked with love bites.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, your lust mixing with greed as you needed more of the feeling that San was giving you. You’ve never felt so much in your time of being alive. It was new. It was something you never had before.

The deep passionate rolls of hips with every intention to make you feel pleasure, the hot kisses on your neck, the sweet nothings he’d whisper, and the gentle caresses on your body. It made you dizzy, you’ve never lost yourself in something so…euphoric.

As San continued to glide his cock in and out of your tight heat, with his forehead against your chest, his eyes met that scar on below your belly once more, his heart aching. Why did they take that away from you? It was so cruel of them.

His emotions were all mixed up. You two might not live to see another day after this night and the two of you acting on your emotions and passions that had been suppressed for so long were both overwhelming. Plus the truth of what happened to you during your Academy days hurt him.

All he knew was he wanted to you to feel all of him. To make you feel his love and desire for you with every touch, every kiss, and every strong drive of his hips.

The passion and the way you two had been showing it to one another became more carnal as the lust muddled both your brains with nothing but unspoken love and the need to just fuck.

San’s hips picked up their pace. He thrusted and drove into you so deeply, each scrape and glide of his length inside you made his fat cock head kiss your cervix and pound into that one spot that sent you shivering and moaning.

San liked those sounds of yours. Accompanied by the lewd wet squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin, it was driving him crazy.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” He placed his palm just below where your scar was, where he was fucking you. “That’s me.”

“C-can feel you, Sannie! Oh god,” you cried out, nails digging into his back. You could feel him waking up every fiber of your being with pleasure. “Want to feel more of you. D-don’t stop, please. Want you. I want you.” You were rambling mindlessly too lost in the pleasure, too lost in the heat of his thick cock filling you up.

“I won’t stop, baby. Can’t stop. I need you so bad. You need me to right? Fuck,” he felt you squeeze him tighter. “I’ll make you feel good, Y/N.” He moved his palm lower to find your sensitive pearl all puffy and sticky with your arousal.

Your back arched into him as he massaged your clit.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, fucking you til you both get your fill. Even if you both came now, he doesn’t think he’ll have enough of you. He wanted to fuck you so passionately. He wanted to drink what he could of you as this might just be your last night together. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes!” You croaked out, panting with each thrust of his cock. “W-wanna cum, Sannie. P-please.”

“Don’t worry, pretty. I’ll make you cum. I’ll fucking make you cum.” He growled, his hips picking up their pace. Your mouth fell open. The new pace had his cock hitting your g-spot at such a rapid pace you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was you wanted him to keep fucking you.

“H-harder. Need to feel you deeper.” You whined, hugging him close and your words only made the man before you go feral.

The snap of his hips shook your whole body with pleasure that only crescendoed your bliss further into euphoria. That tight knot within your tummy was reaching its limit. With how San was moaning and groaning against your neck, and how his fingers on your clit glided so easily with your slick was sending you over the edge.

You chanted his name over and over so breathlessly, your nails digging deeper into San’s back.

Snap!

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your walls clamped down around San, your thighs and hips convulsing uncontrollably as pleasure swooped through your body. You couldn’t help the way your nails clawed down his back which made the man before you moan brokenly as his hips stilled and glued against you.

Heat began to fill your walls and your womb as you came hard. San’s thigh muscles were taut as he emptied what he could into you. It was driving him crazy. Your walls were sucking him in a way where his cum just kept flowing til he had nothing more to give you.

“S-Sa—,” you didn’t have to finish calling out for him before he leaned forward to capture your lips. The kiss was slow and lingering…it was gentle and deep.

“I’ve got you,” he said briefly leaving the kiss to take a moment to straighten his back to look at you before him.

You were glowing. Your beautiful skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat that made you glisten beneath the moonlight and your face was flushed. Your eyes looked up at him hazily, blinking prettily as you were still in your high. His eyes then drifted to where the two of you were still connected. Your puffy lips were split around his cock and you couldn’t help but look down there too.

Slowly, he slid himself out inch by inch. You whimpered at the loss of fullness but when you saw the pink cock head slip out and his length slam against his abdomen coated in your slick and pearly white release? Your walls clenched around nothing. With his thumb, he pulled one of your lower lips gently to get a good look at your pink pussy and his eyes darkened once more when he saw his cum leak out your pulsing hole.

San spread his release all over your pussy, his cat-like eyes curious and staring deeply at where he ‘marked’ you in his way.

“M-more.”

Did he imagine that?

“S-Sannie,” you spread your lips apart for him, making him swallow the lump in his throat. His eyes went to your face, his head spinning when you looked at him with such want and need. Could you look at him like that forever? “M-more. Need to feel you more.”

With San….you never had to ask him twice.

With the same passion and desire as he did earlier if not more, he was on you again. This time the two of you didn’t care about being gentle. You two were desperate for one another. Utterly desperate.

Then you found yourself locked against San with his arm around your waist, your back pressing against his body as he fucked deeply into you without thought. Your bodies were sticky as your shared heat kept you both hot, the cold forgotten as he pounded into you.

You moaned over and over for him, the sound a beautiful melody to his ears.

“I-I don’t think I can stop.” He rasped against your ear, slamming his pelvis against your ass filling your cunt up to the brim with his cock. “I don’t want to stop,” San growled while you cried as he slammed particularly deep, the new position making him reach that spongy spot inside you so fucking easily.

He’s gonna make love to you til you both are absolutely spent. Til he was empty and til you fell apart and had enough of him.

In that little walled-off prison you two were in, the two of you indulged in ways you both could never have during your time in the Academy. Boundaries they programmed into you were broken, lines were crossed and two beating hearts were fully awakened…and for the first time, truly, alive.

Then…when it was done…when that night passed and dawn broke. Those two hearts remained in each other’s arms, embracing one another as they feared for what the morrow would bring.

Not knowing that San would have to keep the promise he kept you.

“You deserve more than this life. You should be able to live freely and to love freely. Leave all this behind. Leave me behind.”

But he wasn’t going to leave you behind.

He could never.

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[mistyacorn]

you remind me of the main protagonist

sypnosis; dan heng and his odd way of saying “hey, i think i like you”

pairing(s); dan heng + fem! reader ⟿ featuring; pure fluff, really blank and super indirect dan heng, reader is compared to a female character (hence, fem! reader)

a/n; this was such a random write lol. im so sorry that it’s a bit of a mess, im still working on more clear storylines heheh . i hope it’s still enjoyable! ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡ also i made beauty and the beast a canon fairytale here pffft u neva know

⇢ DAN HENG is the type that literally nobody expects to like anybody, and therefore neither do you.

⇢ you’d probably even think that he dislikes you because whenever it’s just the two of you he never says a word. he’s dead silent. he only ever nods or gestures and barely looks you in the eye.

⇢ occasionally you’d get slightly jealous of how he speaks whenever march is with you guys (even though they always end up fighting verbally, it’s still talking!)

⇢ so you eventually take it as a ‘hint’ and try your best to move on.

⇢ though let’s be real, it’s not easy to move on from a crush if you see him almost everyday. especially when he has the most perfect emerald eyes and soft black hair….

⇢ one day, you’re in your room on the astral express and you’ve just finished the book you had borrowed from the express library recently.

⇢ you did borrow it without telling anyone though, so it kinda felt like you stole it haha…

⇢ but you definitely did not want to annoy dan heng with your request so stealing borrowing seemed like the best option.

⇢ you decide to head over to his room, hoping to secretly drop the book and go.

⇢ thankfully the boy is not in the room when you get there (which is super rare, go you!). you tiptoe as carefully as you can towards the bookshelf.

⇢ you quickly find the correct slot and insert the book.

⇢ just as you think you’ve accomplished your mission, you turn around and-

⇢ at the door stands dan heng, staring at you nonchalantly (as per usual). “hi.”

⇢ his sudden appearance immediately causes you to begin a five minute long explanation about how you got there. (yes, five minutes. idk how but you drag it on and on) its mostly bullshit you’re spitting out.

⇢ “…pom pom told me that there was this super cool book…. I just had to read it of course …..and it was really cool yeah yeah ….um about robots and science and…stuff….”

⇢ does pom pom even read?? you didn’t know!

⇢ and you definitely don’t notice amidst your frantic stories, but dan heng listens to you attentively in amusement. he actually has the smallest grin on his face, very well knowing you are making everything up.

⇢ to put it simply, he finds it endearing. he’s almost in a trance, just listening to you talk and talk and talk…

⇢ after you finish your story time, he snaps out of it quick enough for you to not notice anything.

⇢ and you bow repeatedly in embarrassment before dashing out of the room.

⇢ the following day, dan heng suddenly gives you a book out of nowhere. today, his signature cold face seems slightly nervous instead, but you don’t pay attention.

⇢ you see that the book is a fairytale, one that is right up your alley!

⇢ ‘Beauty and the Beast’.

⇢ you open the book to see a post-it note on the first page, with neat handwriting on it;

‘y/n, I saw you liked fairytales and the fantasy genre. I do not. But I stumbled across this book yesterday, and I remember reading the first three chapters sometime when I was younger. It seems like something you’ll like. The main protagonist reminds me of you. I hope you’ll like it.’

⇢ your face is red hot as you read his note. he wrote to you. he thinks of you. he said you reminded him of a princess. (what the fvck.)

⇢ and secretly behind the scenes, dan heng is not as calm and collected as he seems.

⇢ after you put away the book and left that day, he took note of the book you had returned. fairytale…fantasy…

⇢ dan heng immediately started to think hard about any fantasy books he had read in his life. hours and hours of struggling later (he never reads fantasy, it’s too unrealistic for him), he finally remembers one.

⇢ he’d read the first few chapters of it before, and he remembers the main character all too clearly. she reminded him so much of you, yet he didn’t know why.

⇢ (truthfully, it was definitely because she was his first ever fictional crush. and now you were…… but he was never going to admit that to himself.)

⇢ he spends his night searching around the archives. 2am the next morning, he finds it.

⇢ dan heng goes to bed that night, heart thumping faster than usual, because now he realises just how much he likes you.

© mistyacorn do not plagiarize or repost please, just enjoy it ykwim

[dreamwritersworld]

On my own…Part 3 (Sully family x reader)

🚨I’m so sorry this took a long time to post and I know it’s short 🥲 I’ve been struggling to find where Y/n’s story will lead so…please! Send in requests for the ending or comment and I’ll just decide from there 😊💓

If you told younger me that older me wouldn’t think highly of my parents…she wouldn’t believe you. Truth was I was holding onto something that was never real.

*8 year old Y/n*

I sat down in the lab room picking at scars and rubbing on my bruises while my siblings played with Spider, which I couldn’t do because I was instructed to stay close by. Norm taught me holidays that were back on earth…they were very beautiful! He gave me pieces of paper to draw what would be done in something called a…classroom? It was for a holiday called father and mother day!

Norm turned to another scientist showing him my work!

“Look at this sweet paper Y/n filled out!

My mom is special because…she’s a loving mom and I love her because she is beautiful!

My dad is the best because….he teaches me how to do things and keeps me good!

My parents are as good as a…flower and heart!”

Both scientist smiled down at the paper before norm moved onto more of Y/n’s work.

“And then she signed it off with her name!…she made these little coupons.

This coupon is good for…time for me and you!”

The other scientist was quick to make a statement about her card.

“Extremely unique for her to come up with that when she doesn’t even know you know the regular statements from back on earth.”

“Definitely! Another one says..

This coupon is good for…I will be good.”

Both of them strangely looked back and forth from the paper and at the sweet girl who minded her business playing with her own bruised skin…how did that end up there?

“She’s always good? I don’t know there’s always something about being good on her work when she comes to visit…like she’s always trying to prove that she’s good?”

The other scientists nodded off to what Norm was saying and decided to calmly approach the young child

“Hello sweetie! How did you get those marks?…were you playing ? Going on an adventure and chasing a wild beast?”

The young girl laughed at the scientists statement before putting her head back down and saying that it was just a fall from playing….it was a bruise Jake had given her when he slightly made her fall to the floor and she hit a rock..*

Oh Eywa…how did I have the strength to love them despite it all. I hope to one day find it in my heart to learn to love again…this isn’t easy anymore. I was so close to death and he sent me away right to it.

When we arrived back home I knew it would be the end of me. I could see it, the shocked look on my parents faces. It was so late my siblings had fallen into slumber, while they had heavy bags on there eyes.

All dad did was shake his head placing his fingers on his temple before telling Neteyam to go back inside..and he did. I had no one to protect me, quite frankly Im beginning to feel like it was all my fault but I had no choice.

“You have been chosen by Eywa my-“

My mother reached for me but I stepped back quickly, still feelings a pinging burning sensation.

“Do not touch me. You-“

I was cut off with a very enraged voice…my fathers.

“Despite what you think you’ve accomplished, you’ve brought shame to this family. Do you have any idea how frustrated and upset everyone is at you?! You are a complete waste Y/n. You seriously believe that THIS will fix you?”

When he reached over to yank me he was instantly burnt…my skin felt so warm. My own body was finally able to protect itself. It didn’t help that his touch also stung me so I hissed at him, stepping back slowly.

Neytiri gasped at Y/n’a hiss and Jake’s burnt hand…she now saw what Jake meant…maybe he really was right. Y/n could hurt the family, regardless of her being their daughter…Neytiri now believes that the daughter that she has was reminiscing and crying for isn’t there anymore. She’s a monster.

“Y/n! You better calm yourself right now. Go inside now.”

I looked at my Father once more, emotionless, frustrated and tired.

“You know what? I will go-“

My own body turned willingly calling for Toruk. They realized what I was doing..

“I meant go inside now. That’s an order Y/n! You’re my daughter and you must listen to me now!”

I could no longer hold in the laughter…how could he keep on pushing it…I mean seriously who’d he think was gonna listen?

“You sent me away to die. Now your ordering me around, going as far to call me daughter? You’re hilarious. How do you believe that you deserve my respect when you’ve done nothing to earn it? If you won’t care neither will I.”

“And what? You think you will earn my respect when all you’ve done was ruin things-“

“What is wrong with you?! I have always tried to live up to your expectations despite it all and you still can’t get out of your own way. They don’t even know what you have done to me all that’s years. What do you think they’ll do when they find out? I’ve kept your bad sides hidden for long enough. You’re pathetic! I feel sorry for you.”

I turn away once again walking towards Toruk…

“Don’t turn your back on me!”

“I should’ve turn my back on you ages ago!”

Toruk throws a flame of fire backing away to not hit anyone or anything, just sending a warning to Jake and Neytiri.

“…you left him as well. Never forget that. You are not loyal and don’t deserve to have as beautiful of a family as you do now. You don’t deserve any of it.”

As Y/n left in the blue night sky, fire erupted from Toruk and you can see the fire along the lines of his wings…he was given her gift instead, he portrayed her emotions perfectly for them.

Anger.

Betrayal.

Sadness.

Y/n knew she’d come back but on her own terms…

!💓!

please send requests for the ending I’m struggling!! 😭

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[peachy-posy]

Ride This Out - Vash x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: After putting yourself in a dangerous situation, you and Vash have one of your first major arguments.

A/N: Third Trigun fic, woohoo! This was my first time writing something with the 98 versions of characters specifically in mind, so I hope everything feels in character! I tried my best hehe Last chapter will have smut (my first time writing any hhhh), minors DNI!!! Cross-posted to my AO3 <3

Chapter Tags: Established relationship, canon-typical violence, minor violence/injuries, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3.1k

Traveling with only men is decidedly… not very fun, in your opinion. At least not the ones you're with. You lean your head in your hands, listening vaguely as Vash and Wolfwood argue between themselves in their good-natured, but annoying way. You tuned them out about half an hour ago when the conversation started heading in that argumentative direction. 

You miss Milly and Meryl. When the boys start debating and arguing, the three of you have your own conversation, laughing and joking with each other. The insurance girls had been sent to a neighboring town several days ago, promising to meet back up with you three in a week or so. That day could not come sooner. 

Your eyes, which have been glazed over for some time now, focus as Wolfwood huffs, leaning back in his chair. Vash does the same, but you don’t feel any real malice between them as usual. Seems like they are finally done. 

You glance over at the blonde, feeling his turquoise eyes on you.

“Everything okay, Mayfly?” He questions with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand. 

You smile, even as Wolfwood groans something to the effect of ‘Oh, here we go.’

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just thinking about Meryl and Milly,” you answer, prompting a bright smile from Vash at the mention of the two girls. 

“Aw, what, we aren’t fun enough for ya, sweetheart?” Wolfwood asks, his tone teasing. 

You glance at him tiredly. “Unfortunately not. Sorry.” 

He feigns hurt, over-exaggerating his reaction. “You wound me!” Vash chuckles to your side, and you share an amused smile with him. This ramps up the theatrics from the preacher, and he looks at Vash. “How can you lie down and take this? You’re included in that statement, you know.” 

Vash shrugs, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Your heart flutters at the action. 

“Oh, please. Get a room,” Wolfwood remarks. You can’t help but snort, even as Vash puffs up. 

As he begins to reply, gunshots echo from somewhere outside: perhaps near the town square. You jump, slightly surprised, and Vash’s hold on your hand tightens as he hears shouting from outside. 

You know what comes next. 

Wolfwood grabs his Punisher, stretching casually as he stands. Vash stands as well, walking over to you briskly, kneeling at your side. He takes you by your shoulders, locking eyes with you, and calls your name.

“You’ll be okay on your own for a bit, right? Don’t come out unless one of us comes for you.” 

“I know the drill, Vash. Be careful,” you reassure, giving him a quick kiss for good luck. He smiles against your lips, able to get lost in the moment, but only for... well, a moment. More gunshots and screams ring out, and he stands up with renewed urgency, meeting Wolfwood at the entrance with long strides. 

Vash glances at you one last time before exiting. You blink and the two are gone, leaving you behind in the old tavern. The few patrons that were there as well had gone to investigate the commotion, leaving you alone. 

You sigh, unwanted frustration with your situation bubbling up in your chest. Unfortunately, it’s like this all the time. After all, you aren’t some incredible, talented gunslinger. You’re just a healer in love with one. 

You slowly stand up, leaving the table you three had been occupying, scrutinizing the room for a good place to hide. After a few minutes, you find yourself a nice little spot behind the bar. It’s not necessarily perfect, but it’ll do. 

You lower yourself to the floor, preparing yourself for the waiting game. You wonder how long it’ll take for them to come back today. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? An hour? 

You hear more gunfire and shouting in the distance, and you try your best to ignore it for now, despite the uneasiness settling in your chest. There’s nothing you can do for anyone until the danger is over. You know that this general course of action is what is safest for you. You hide yourself away, waiting for the ‘all clear,’ then tend to any and all wounded people who happen to get caught up in whatever happens, a reassuring smile plastered on your face all the while. This is how you do your part in the small group you’ve found yourself in. 

It also allows Vash to not be worried about your safety while actively dodging bullets. 

You’d worked in a small clinic before meeting the Humanoid Typhoon what feels like ages ago. Your role as a doctor’s assistant made you happy at the time; it made you feel fulfilled and helpful. And it still does! 

That said, you sometimes find yourself wishing that you could protect others the way Vash and Wolfwood can. Not that you want to throw yourself into the fray of battle, but you hate feeling so… useless at times like this when the fighting first breaks out. Weak. Like something that needs to be tucked away and protected. 

Vash adores that you are a healer. He’ll sometimes sit with you on quiet nights, his fingers rubbing affectionate circles into your hands while he holds them, saying that your hands were made for saving people. You tell him that his hands were too, but he denies it every single time. He says his hands were made for violence. For destruction. 

You couldn’t disagree more. 

Not when you see all of the good he does, protecting those around him with the very hands he swears will bring destruction to everything they touch. 

You are startled out of your thoughts by the sound of a bullet ricocheting particularly close by. You hold your breath, trying to gauge how far away the person who fired it is. You can hear voices in the distance that sound closer than wherever the main incident is. You bite your lip, considering if you are hidden well enough. Slowly, you begin to notice the sounds of… crying? 

You know Vash doesn’t want you to put yourself in harm’s way, but what exactly would looking through a window do? Besides, the crying sounds too much like a child for your comfort. 

You rise slowly from behind the bar, finding your resolve to investigate. Making your way over to a nearby window on light feet, you carefully peek outside. At first, there is nothing that you can see. Suddenly, though, a small child running down the street comes into view. He’s crying, dust coating his hands and knees. He’s bleeding from a few small cuts that you can see from your current view of him, but otherwise seems physically unharmed. 

You gasp as the boy trips, tumbling hard into the dusty ground. He sucks in a sharp breath, bottom lip wobbling. In the blink of an eye, four men concealing their faces with bandanas are upon the boy, one of them grabbing him roughly. 

The child shrieks, thrashing in the man’s hold. To your horror, another one of the men points a gun at him. He can’t be more than five years old. The sight of it makes you nauseated. 

“You’re gonna regret running, you damn brat,” one of the men rasps angrily at the sobbing child. 

“Bring him back to where the other townspeople are. Make sure you don’t lose any this time,” one of the other men orders. 

“G-got it,” one of them replies nervously. 

“If it happens again, it’s your head.” 

It seems like this gang took some hostages when they got here, and this boy escaped. You can’t let them take him back. They don’t seem to have any issue shooting him, as you heard that gunshot earlier as they chased him. Your hands are trembling and clammy, but you know you have to do something. 

But with what? You don’t have a weapon. You desperately look around the tavern, and your eyes land on a knife and empty bottles. Acting quickly, you grab one of each, a messy and dangerous plan forming as you go. 

All you have working for you is the element of surprise. You can’t fight, but you know where to hit someone to make it count due to your medical training. You just hope you’re fast enough. 

You look outside once more, and you notice that two of the men are gone. The other two that remain are talking to one another for the time being, distracted. One holds the child in a punishing grip, surely causing bruises to form on his small wrist. He's wailing in earnest, despite the captors' barking at him to quit. 

It’s now or never. You open the door as quietly as you can manage, gripping the bottle. You’ll have to hit one of the men as hard as you can in the head with the bottle, then use the knife you’d pocketed to strike the other. Your plan is to slash the ligaments behind the knee, immobilizing the person. The bottle isn’t very ideal, but you’re worried your lack of skill with a knife will cause you to accidentally lose the weapon in a body if you try to use it for both men. 

Unfortunately, you know your plan has little chance of success. Once you attack one, the other knows you’re there. Your best bet is to incapacitate the one holding the child first and to assess in the moment if you can deal with the other. There is a large chance you’ll just have to grab the kid and run as fast as you can, hoping you find Vash or Wolfwood if you make it to the town square. You look down at the threshold of the tavern, trying to will your legs to move forward. Your body is frozen, unable to walk outside. 

Suddenly, one of the men turns on his heels, striding back down the street where they originally came from. That gets you moving. 

You hide yourself behind the door hastily, praying you haven’t been spotted. Several terrifying moments pass where you wait for them to descend upon you. You can hear your heartbeat thrumming in your head, throbbing in anticipation of the worst. 

The attack never comes. They haven’t seen you.

You can’t believe your stroke of luck. You may actually be able to pull off incapacitating a single person, even with your limited capabilities in combat. 

You carefully set the bottle on the ground, reaching for the knife you grabbed. You peek around the door, eyes finding the man and boy immediately. The man is yanking the child, trying to get him to cooperate. His back is towards the tavern. 

You grip the kitchen knife firmly, trying to control your shaking hands as you emerge from behind the door. You approach as swiftly and quietly as you can, soon finding yourself within striking distance of your target. 

Just slash the back of his knee. He shouldn’t be able to chase you if you tear a ligament. 

Steeling yourself, you aim for the back of the man’s knee, slashing with as much force as you can muster. 

You know you succeeded when he howls in pain, immediately letting go of the child and grabbing his knee, falling to the sandy, dusty street. He is bleeding, gripping his knee tightly, and he turns to look at you with a shocked glare, his eyes filled with malice. 

You drop the knife in shock, your bloody hands making you nauseous. 

Time to go! 

The child is pale, shaking like a leaf as you scoop him into your arms. The man shouts from the ground, and you see him start fumbling around, looking for something. 

“Get back here! You bitch!” 

You turn on your heels, sprinting as fast as your legs can go. You hear a deafening gunshot, flinching as a bullet hits the dirt nearby. You realize that he had been trying to get his gun, and unfortunately for you, he found it.

He shoots again, but you have already begun weaving as you run, hoping to throw his aim off. The child is clutching onto you fiercely, burying his head into your shoulder. More bullets hit the ground around you, and your heart is hammering wildly in your chest. As you turn the nearest street corner, you find yourself shocked and relieved your plan is working. You just might actually be able to save this child. 

Your thoughts come to an abrupt, violent halt when you notice a dark blur in your periphery. A man slams his gun into your head with a snarl, and you are thrown towards the ground. On your way down, you attempt to shield the boy as best you can, wrapping your arms around him tightly and trying to absorb the shock of slamming into the ground. The breath is knocked from your lungs as you collide into the street with a groan of pain. Your head is swimming, but you unwrap your arms, trying to sit up as quickly as possible and get the boy to his feet. He seems relatively unharmed, but terribly shaken up. 

“Run! Now!” You scream, and he thankfully listens. 

He darts off, right as the man reaches you. You see him start to move after the boy, but you lunge for and grab one of his legs, causing him to stumble with curses spilling from his lips. He whips his head down to look at you, and you do your best to not recoil from his gaze. 

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” He scowls, kicking you off him. You gasp, hitting the ground once more with a painful thud. Your ears ring, and your vision is blurring. 

“Just who do you think you are?” He kneels in front of you, gripping your shirt’s collar and yanking you up. You whimper in pain, your head throbbing as he jostles you. 

“I hope it was worth it. You can take his place.” 

“I’m not scared of you,” you lie, managing to catch his eyes. Truth be told, you're terrified. But you’d never tell this scumbag that. 

He lets out a low, threatening laugh. Chills race down your spine. “Oh, you aren’t very smart, are you?” He laughs again, gripping your collar tightly. “You’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet. I’m still deciding. How about I rough you up a little till then?” 

You feel the burn of tears in your eyes, and blink quickly to dispel them before they can form. You refuse to cry in front of him. 

You desperately hope the boy is safe. You’re so close to the town square. Vash and Wolfwood should be right near here. 

Through your blurring vision and pounding head, you see the man rear his hand back. You shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself. 

Instead of feeling the collision of his hand, you hear a sharp intake of breath. You crack open your eyes hesitantly, vision blurring. 

Your breath is pulled from your lungs, tears of relief flowing immediately. Because even with blurring vision, you are able to recognize the long, red coat blowing in the wind. Standing behind the man who tackled you is Vash. He’s holding the man by the wrist, and he looks furious . 

“Vash,” you breathe out, voice trembling. 

The man drops you from his grip, and you fall into the ground, immediately using your heels to scoot away from him. After blinking several times to focus, you take a good look at Vash. You’ve never seen him so angry before. The hand he’s using to grip the wrist of your assailant is trembling with restraint.. 

“I-I know you! You’re Vash the Stampede!” The man realizes with wide eyes, his face pale. 

Vash says nothing, his eyes narrowing. The man continues his nervous rambling. 

“L-look, I didn’t… we didn’t know you were here. If you want this town, it’s all yours. We’ll leave.” 

You hold your breath, watching to see what Vash does next. Your heart aches for him, knowing that he is bothered by the rumors that precede him. That said, that infamous reputation is pretty convenient right now. 

Vash uses his gun to knock out the man without a word. He immediately goes limp, crumpling to the ground as Vash releases his wrist. You release the breath you’d been holding, noting the pain in your head and body, but mostly feel great relief. Vash’s gaze remains trained on the unconscious form before him, his expression complicated. Several beats of silence pass, and you feel yourself becoming slightly anxious. Why hasn’t he said anything this entire time?

“Vash?” You call hesitantly, voice quiet. 

Your voice snaps him out of his daze. His eyes flicker up to yours, relief washing over his features as he races forward, throwing himself on his knees in front of you. 

“Oh Mayfly, god, look what they did to you,” the words spill from his mouth as he holds you in a bone crushing hug to his chest. 

You let yourself be cradled in his arms, disappointed slightly when he pulls back after a moment. He looks pained. 

“Your head,” he murmurs, hand gently reaching for your temple. You hiss when his fingers graze the throbbing, painful area. He retracts his hand, the blood on his gloved fingertips making you realize you’re bleeding. 

“I am so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he whispers, holding you close again. 

You furrow your brow and shake your head, trying to ignore the dizziness it causes. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was my-” 

The words die on your tongue as you hear a familiar voice chattering animatedly around the corner. Both you and Vash turn to face the noise, seeing Wolfwood strolling around the corner of the building nearby, holding a child in his arms. You feel the tension drain from your body fully at the sight of the familiar little boy unharmed. 

You hastily stumble to your feet, trying to get over to him, doing your best to ignore the dizziness that overtakes you from the sudden movement. Vash scrambles after you, holding onto you as you sway. 

“Easy, easy! I think you have a concussion,” Vash implores, but you press forward stubbornly. 

The child sees you, squirming from Wolfwood’s grasp to reach you. With dried tears on his face, he looks up at you with big, worried eyes. You feel Vash’s hand at the small of your back, gently steadying you. 

“Well, looks like we found her! Good job, bud!” Wolfwood praises, ruffling the kid’s hair. 

A bright smile forms on his little face. He reaches out and snatches your hand. 

“Come help me find my mommy!”

[biconickyoshi]

Can we have an intro script for Avatar but instead of Katara, we have Zuko narrating?

I was actually just thinking about this the other day, anon!! I bet I can draft something up real quick!

FIRST CHAPTER NARRATION:

Long ago, the Fire Nation lived in peace and prosperity.

Then, everything changed when my great grandfather tried to share that prosperity with the rest of the world, and the Air Nation attacked.

While my great grandfather won that battle, the Avatar - an Air National, the master of all four elements, and the most deadly threat to the Fire Nation - somehow managed to evade him, and vanished.

Nearly a hundred years have passed since then, and the Fire Nation is now nearing victory in the war. My father, the new Fire Lord, has tasked me with finding and capturing the Avatar.

This is my destiny, and the only way I can restore my honor and return home.

POST-ZUKO REDEMPTION NARRATION (aka the normal show intro version):

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop the my people’s tyranny. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.

Nearly one hundred years passed, and my uncle and I discovered the new Avatar, an airbender named Aang.

Through his friendship, Aang helped me open my eyes to the things I was blind to. Now, my uncle and I are going to help him defeat my father and save the world.

*****

There you have it lol. I literally just thought these up over the span of the past 20 mins, so sorry if they’re not the best 😅

I am seriously considering going back to the very first chapter and adding that first narration to the beginning of it now… hmmm…

[mazzystar24]

how would having buck/eddie be more powerful?? yeah i get that having a queer latino man would be awesome (and i support whatever direction they want to go in w eddie’s sexuality bc i think there’s a lot of options there) but it’s kind of embarrassing that people are making buck’s entire coming out about a ship. a bisexual man coming out in later life has his queer realisation with someone who also came out in later life, they’re both in a line of work that’s pretty “boys club”-esque (as shown by hen and chimney begins episodes, and it’s a shame that hen’s queer identity isn’t recognised enough in the fandom). Buck’s storyline is just as meaningful with or without an endgame of buddie. Tbh I hope they make eddie queer as well but don’t put buddie together because the only way they get together without violating workplace relationship rules is if one of them leaves, which is arguably less meaningful because we lose a main character. Sorry if this comes off as rude but y’all have had your shipping brains on for too long because you can’t recognise how much this means to bisexual fans and it’s honestly exhausting.

Okay gonna address that bottom part first just to clarify real quick that I am in fact a bisexual fan 🫡 so that assumption was 😐

As for the rest:

If you look on my page or my previous asks or anything you’d see that I’m over the moon ecstatic over finally getting bi buck

At no point did I make buck being bi just about his ships, in almost every ask about bucktommy or buddie me and most of the anons are constantly reiterating how much we value canon bi buck even if it wasn’t EXACTLY how we wanted it

At no point in any of my previous posts nor in the ask response that I’m assuming you sent this ask about did I imply that bucks coming out arc is of more value when connected to buddie

The post/ask was about bucktommy as endgame or buddie as endgame and my opinion on it and my opinion is that it would be more powerful and meaningful to have buddie

To answer your question on why- buddie yes have a lot of in common with bucktommy but the thing that makes it for me is that

1. Queer slowburns done right are practically unheard of in the media

2. As you’ve touched on yeah Eddie is a Latino man but also we got to see Eddie grow as a person get into therapy, deal with his issues with his father and being a man of the house, be a widow and raise a son

Can you name a single character who we see on screen go from this all American soldier perfect boy to seeing him breakdown, get therapy understand comp het, fall in love with his best friend and navigate how he balances coming out in his 30s while having very mixed and complicated feelings about his dead wife who I genuinely believe he loved in some way but also having to come out to his son who is bound to have his own complicated feelings about it?

3. We’ve had so much history and so many powerful scenes between these two that to me and many of the fandom nothing can measure up to, like if they do become canon like it would mean a lot because their story and scenes over the years have been so amazing and powerful

4. Theyd be listening to what the fans want/have wanted for years!! That’s huge because so many shows never make characters queer because the fans saw them as it or shipped them and when on those rare occasions they do they take the easy way out and make one half of them queer to get fans to shut up (cough cough a certain cw show)

Also I never trashed on bucktommy because I don’t ick someones yum all I said is i agree and I don’t get those who want them to be endgame and I do make jokes about my own shipping goggles but seriously I am self aware and I do keep being VERY conscious that some may misunderstand me as not valuing bi buck just because we didn’t get buddie when that couldn’t be further from the truth

[love-strike]

pairing: boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: 18+ (explicit) word count: 1.3k-ish warnings: kissing, smut (fingering, squirting), a few pet names. seungkwan is skilled with his fingers as usual a/n: here is the "seungkwan sexy massage" drabble for my lovely anon!

You lean your forehead against the wall as you jam your key into the front door of your apartment, tiredly unlocking it and letting it swing open. You move past the kitchen and living room as your legs take you to your bedroom, and you flop directly onto your bed with a sigh. After such a long day, all that you can think about is going to sleep and escaping the real world.

“Honey, are you asleep?”

Your body jolts awake as you hear a muffled voice and feel a hand on your back. The bed dips beside you as the person speaking to you sits down and rubs your shoulder. Your head lifts with an apologetic look.

“Seungkwan…” you say groggily. “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were coming over tonight.”

You crawl into a sitting position so you can properly see him. He looks handsome as always, dressed in a button down shirt and jeans. You’re suddenly hyperaware of your own messy hair, smudged makeup, and post-nap drool running down your chin. You quickly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and look back at him innocently.

“Don’t be sorry, I was just worried that you weren’t answering your phone!” he says with a playful scowl that quickly turns into a smile. Normally, his attitude would make you laugh but you’re so tired that you can’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

“Hey,” he says quietly and squeezes your hand in his own. “Long day?”

You nod, and fall forward to rest your head on his shoulder. His shoulder vibrates as he coos and rubs your back comfortingly.

“Your shoulders are so tense. And your neck is all stiff,” he tells you with a worried look. You sigh and close your eyes.

“That’s what working overtime will do to a person,” you reply flatly.

“This just won’t do,” Seungkwan tells you with a shake of his head. “Let me give you a massage so you can relax.”

You give him a small, grateful smile and a whisper of thank you.

“Is it okay if you take your shirt off?” he asks as he rolls his sleeves up. Despite how tired you are, you still feel your heart flutter at his words.

“Sure,” you reply and strip your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants. You lay back down on your stomach and stretch your arms out, grabbing a pillow to lay your head on. One thing you love about Seungkwan is that he’s very, very skilled at giving massages. Your eyes close slowly as you feel his hands begin to rub your shoulders. A grumble leaves your mouth as his thumbs dig into a tense spot in your back.

“Don’t be a baby,” he says with a laugh. “I keep telling you to fix your posture.”

“But then I won’t have an excuse to get a massage from you,” you mumble with your mouth squished into the pillow. He gives you a gentle pinch in reply.

He continues his way down your back, working out the stiff spots on your body. Once he reaches your lower back, he begins rubbing gently. When he presses down onto the base of your spine it sends a shiver down your body.

“Mm, that feels good,” you whisper into the pillow, assuming he wouldn’t hear you. He smiles to himself and repeats the action, drawing a small moan from you. You feel blood rush to your face as your mind wanders to the image of Seungkwan’s long fingers trailing along your skin. You squeeze your legs together the tiniest amount, hoping that it’s not noticeable.

“Do you need me to take care of you?” he asks, voice dipping lowly with a finger tracing down your spine. It’s as if he read your mind — you’re too tired and horny to give up a fight.

“Yes,” you reply too quick. “Please.”

“And I thought you were exhausted,” he says with a hum that feels like a taunt. He reaches around your waist to gently pull your pants and underwear off, and you wiggle your legs around in some effort to help.

“I can see how wet you are from here,” Seungkwan says from his place behind you once you’re undressed. Before you can bring yourself to formulate a response, you feel his index finger slip between your folds to rub up and down.

“Oh,” you gasp softly into the pillow. You actually didn’t realize how turned on you had gotten until he began touching you. Your legs shake a bit at the sudden contact when he adds his middle finger and rubs steadily at your clit. You feel him shift his body so that he’s fully behind you, leaning over and placing a kiss on your back.

“Seungkwan,” you whisper breathily and he cranes his neck to look into your eyes. “Can you kiss me more, please?”

His warm smile contradicts his blown out pupils and lust filled eyes as he continues moving his fingers, moving back to place open-mouth kisses along your skin. His fingers skillfully move to your wet entrance, slowly pushing them both inside you at once.

You whine loudly, practically biting onto the pillow underneath you. He continues moving them inside of you, knowing exactly how hard you want it. Within a minute, his fingers are pushing against the sensitive spot inside your walls. You can’t even bring yourself to form words, feeling overwhelmed between Seungkwan’s mouth on your neck and his fingers deep inside of you. Your hips are practically writhing against the bed, greedy for all the contact you can get.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers into your ear and nips at it gently. He places his thumb on your clit to stimulate it and bring you even closer to your climax. He brings his unoccupied hand to lovingly brush your strands of hair back so he can see your expression. Your eyes open on instinct, and your cunt twitches on its own when you see his face.

“Cum for me, my gorgeous girl,” Seungkwan says lowly, his fingers moving harshly against your sensitive insides and clit. Your legs squeeze together as your body moves on its own accord to reach your desired orgasm. He continues thrusting his fingers quickly until you moan loudly and grab his arm to try to ground yourself against your strong climax. Your pussy tightens around him, and a gush of wetness leaves you as you squirt all over the sheets below you.

“Fuck,” you whine with your face in the pillow as you move your hips and draw out your intense orgasm. His movement finally ceases after you cum, and he pulls his fingers out.

He exhales a breath and gently rolls you over onto your side so he can lay next to you. Your eyes flutter closed as he pecks you on the lips and comfortingly strokes your hair.

“I can’t believe I made you squirt,” he says against your lips and you smile weakly. “You did so well.”

You hum pleasantly, and pull him towards your body as much as you can to wrap around him.

“Now I can sleep,” you whisper, “again.”

[myszumizu]

Hello I saw that your box was open and would like to request a either noctyx or luxiem accidental relationship reveal.

Where reader or the members accidentally reveal their relationship on stream. I like the cute reactions of the boys getting flustered or shocked.

Hope you like it

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <33 , and thank you guys for the support on my last post!! I CANT BELIEVE THERE WAS OVER A HUNDRED LIKES! THANK YOUUUUU!

gn!reader, fluff

HOW NOCTYX WOULD ACCIDENTALLY REVEAL YOUR RELATIONSHIP

ALBAN

. it just slipped out

. while alban tries his absolute best to keep your relationship hidden, he would eventually let the cat out of the bag

. happens when y’all were doing a collab

. probably when playing minecraft

. it was nighttime and you two were still out doing whatever

. you came into contact with a zombie and because you had just respawned, you did not have any of your loot and could not defend yourself

. “ALBAN, HELP! THERE’S AN UGLY ZOMBIE HITTING MEEEE!”

. “OMG, BABE! NOOOOO! HOW DARE YOU KILL MY LOVE!”

. yeah, you died

. and alban just revealed your relationship

. double fucked

. chat goes wild and the mods are panicking behind screen

. “alban you idiot.”

. “eh? what?”

. “YOU JUST REVEALED OUR RELATIONSHIP!”

. after a bit of processing, alban goes “OH SHIT.”

. he panics and gets all red-faced

. cue you hitting alban with your fists

. but it all turned out alright

. now alban can call you babe whenever he wants

. that’s a win i guess

FULGUR

. the moment y’all got together, he would have already dropped hints about your relationship

. acts like you two are a married couple 24/7

. chat asks a lot if you two are together but fulgur always gives an ambiguous answer

. but one fateful day, the truth is revealed

. you were over at fulgur’s house just to chill

. he had a stream scheduled

. while he was streaming, you were in the background on your phone

. suddenly, you had to get up to go get something

. as you were walking, you accidentally tripped and fell with a thud

. obviously, this alerted your boyfriend and he instinctively turned to find you on the ground, groaning in pain

. without hesitation, he goes, “oh god baby are you alright?”

. to which you replied, “yeah yeah i’m fine.”

. right after you said that, you realised what you’ve just done

. chat heard your voice and within seconds, the entire chat is flooded with comments

. “oh fuck, you’re streaming fulgur.”

. “shoot.”

. tries to change the topic but fails miserably because he’s so flustered

. the suspicions were confirmed

. [name] x fulgur is real

. “hehe, sorry [name] but now everyone knows you’re mine.”

. oh fulgur, they knew LONG ago

SONNY

. now, chat doesn’t suspect that you two are “together together”

. but they do suspect that there is some hidden feelings going on behind that screen

. i think how sonny would reveal your relationship would be by pure accident

. sonny was about to begin a stream

. however, he left his mic unmuted

. a very common mistake made by many streamers

. you just so happened to be at his house

. and you were also unaware of the fact that sonny had left his mic unmuted

. you were bringing food and water to sonny before his stream started

. “handsome taichou, here’s your food.”

. “ah, thank you love.”

. chat instantly recognises your voice

. chat overload

. at this point, you guys were still oblivious to everything happening

. “[name], can you give me a quick kiss before i officially start the stream?”

. obviously you give him the kiss

. when sonny started the stream, he was puzzled as to why the chat was so active

. after reading through the comments, he mentally facepalmed

. “[n-name], i left my mic unmuted. chat heard everything.”

. well, now you don’t have anything to hide

. good job sonny

UKI

. definitely reveals it when y’all stream

. okay so, most, if not all, of the nijisanji en members (professor included hehe) would have already known about your relationship

. you were doing another among us mega-collab and you were the imposter along with elira and reimu

. the only imposter left was you and you had already killed someone else, meaning you only had to eliminate one other person in order for you to win

. you had been following uki around for quite some time, waiting for the cooldown

. when it finally cooldowned, you went straight for the kill

. the game ends and all of you come together again

. uki is malding

. “[NAME], FUCK YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? IM YOUR BOYFRIEND! HOW COULD YOU, YOU CHEATER!”

. everyone goes dead silent

. “oh wait shit. nononononono.”

. “uki…”

. suddenly, everyone bursts out laughing, leaving a stunned you and an embarrassed uki

. after a few seconds, both you and uki regain your composure

. “okay [name], now that EVERYONE knows, can we fu-“

. “uki.”

. of course we can uki

YUGO

. his would be a very unique case

. at least i think it’s unique

. yugo was busy composing yet another song that was inspired by you

. now, he was writing the lyrics based off what he felt

. he was streaming this as well and didn’t notice that the lyrics he wrote was basically telling the tales about your relationship

. the lyrics were very genuine

. no names were mentioned until something unexpected happened

. “ah thank you for the superchat! ‘i really like the lyrics to this song! was there any inspirations?’ [name] of course! this was all about them!”

. yugo was so excited to talk about you he didn’t process what he said

. he continued to talk before finally realising that he had just revealed your relationship

. his eyes widened and he immediately went, “WAIT THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

. too late yugo, chat already knows

. “AHH [NAME], IM SORRYYYY!”

. you were already in chat and took in a deep sigh

. you joined the call and hear a sniffling yugo

. “it’s okay yugo, now we don’t have anything to hide.”

. yeah it’s alright yugo

. now chat knows how much you love [name]

[the-eggplantblog]

Hello everyone, I simply wanted to see Rayman's evolution, growth and apparently his mental deterioration over time...

things before starting....

>I know something about mental health and psychology, but I'm not an expert....don't take my words too seriously.

>some topics related to the decline of mental health will be discussed, I repeat something about the topic again, but I am not an expert on this, much less a professional, do not take this very seriously.

>I will talk about some headcanons (like Rayman's growth, to give an example), and this is all a headcanon/theory about Rayman's character, so take it as entertainment.

>if you want you can correct me (I may have been wrong on one point about the canon or something similar...I haven't had the great opportunity to play all the Rayman games and know their stories in depth) or contribute to this headcanon/theory, but always with kindness.

>THERE WILL NOT BE TALK ABOUT ORIGINS OR LEGENDS, I consider them as part of another dimension, and they are basically the Rayman from Rayman 1, grown up and without traumas, so we are interested in them for this blog.

> my English is not the best... sorry if you don't understand something....

>THIS IS JUST ENTERTAINMENT AND I DO IT FOR MY OWN FUN

>LONG POST

continue reading below the cut....

rayman 1 the happy era

You have to start from the beginning, Rayman from Rayman 1, he is a kid who could easily be about 8-10, this is evident from his very childish and small design, as reflected in his Sprites and animations and as he demonstrates all the time. .

Rayman is lively, maintaining an optimistic smile even if the situation he is experiencing is somewhat dangerous, you can see how someone is very optimistic and cheerful, who seems not to take things very seriously, due to the fact that he makes fun of his own enemies ,or does not seem to be afraid of them until the situation gets serious, like a child would do.

To a certain extent he maintains a somewhat innocent and carefree posture, since he is seen not taking Mr Dark's situation so seriously, or not fully understanding the seriousness of the situation, until Betilla is captured, but another important characteristic of Rayman is his good will and heart of gold, since he will have no problem helping the other thingamajigs or creatures he meets along the way, always finding time to help everyone, something worth admiring.

In fact, it also highlights his great sense of empathy, this when after defeating the mosquito he empathizes with it, understanding that he did what he did, out of fear of Mr. Dark and the influence of nightmares.

In general, Rayman has a very fun and happy personality, with a lot of positivity, some innocence and, above all, not taking things too seriously, but his great sense of empathy and sense of doing good without really expecting anything in return stands out. Rayman does not have much development, but it could be assumed that after Betilla was captured by Mr Dark, Rayman would begin to take the matter of saving the world more seriously, although not reaching the level of Rayman from 2 or Spark of Hope.

This Rayman is totally healthy and after his adventure, it didn't have a really negative effect on him, but a positive one since he probably learned to take things a little more seriously, which can be reflected in Rayman 2, and maybe The most that could disturb him was the kidnapping of Betilla or Dark Rayman, better known as Raymesis, due to the fact that he had every intention of killing him, but this really gave him more of a life lesson than a trauma, since he overcame a fear and was able to take things more seriously, and he also solved these problems in a very simple and quick way, without having to suffer real consequences.

Rayman 2 beginning of the problems....

Rayman 2 is the root of all the traumas and mental decline that Rayman would later suffer... here we can see an older Rayman being about 13-14, age is very important here... since it is childhood adolescence where traumas and emotional wounds can be worse than when they happen to a young adult or an adult, since the wounds or traumas obtained in childhood can leave a very large scar and very difficult to treat, sometimes it even seems that overcomes the situation but out of nowhere it falls drastically....

many will ask what is all this about??? Well, the beginning of the game is already very strong, telling us everything that happened and the horrible things that happened, but even more horrible is the context of the game, that basically the villain won and that hopes are very little.... Heavy for Rayman is the fact that he tried to save his home from the pirates but lost.... since the pirates achieved their goal, destroying the great protoon and basically leaving Rayman without powers or strength, which doomed the world... ..

This is already very strong, leaving Rayman with a great feeling of guilt and remorse, since basically because he was not very strong or capable, he had to see his world be destroyed and enslaved without him being able to do anything, something that was torture psychological for him, considering his sense of kindness and empathy, plus being imprisoned, being treated very poorly, just imagine that razorbear in the game manual tells Rayman that he will make him his most docile slave...we don't know what things He suffered but, considering those words, Razorbear's personality and how they had the other prisoners and even how Rayman himself looked at the beginning of the game, weak without strength or courage, even almost without hope, almost succumbing to Razorbear's will, they do not give good signs...

If you can imagine really horrible things, from psychological torture, like Rayman had to listen to the suffering of others, even see them, without being able to do anything, razorbear reminding him that everything that is happening is thanks to him, putting ideas in his head , also mistreatment from beatings or lack of food or sleep, in addition to the fact that imprisonment is already a very heavy thing in itself, imagine that being a child, it definitely left many emotional wounds.

and all this is just the tip of the iceberg since we haven't talked about the caves of nightmares and Yano and how he totally traumatized Rayman by wanting to eat him alive and his contradictory personality, or the fact that on this occasion the risk Dying is more latent for Rayman, or constantly seeing the pirates' strangers in his beautiful home, etc.

It is really worrying about all the psychological and physical damage that Rayman suffered in this installment...it is really very terrifying and alarming to think about all that...just consider that one of these bad experiences already leaves serious damage. , which would require months or years of therapy to overcome normally.

Speaking of Rayman's personality in this adventure, Rayman proves to be more serious and somewhat lost in his thoughts, which is not surprising considering what he is experiencing, although he still has innocence, demonstrated as when Ly asks him about Polokus and He very honestly and innocently answers "NO".

He also follows his big heart of gold and sense of pure empathy, as he continues to help those who need it and even in this serious situation he tries to give some positivity, but not by lying or trying to cover the sun with a finger, but by giving hope that everything will improve, since although he has suffered a lot he is still not willing to give up until he breathes his last, which encourages others.

You can also see a braver and somewhat mature side of the character, since he is often fighting against his own fears, he knows first-hand how capable Razorbear can be and the world has become a dark place where almost everything can kill you if You are not careful, so fear is constant in Rayman as he himself expresses it to globox, but he still faces his fears for his friends, something very noble on his part, he often speaks from his own experience supporting everyone who needs it, giving emotional support as you see he does with globox or ugleta or his babies, it is also seen that he no longer gets distracted or makes fun of his opponents, he walks with his feet on the ground.

He also has a great will, since when he finally defeats Janus, he rejects the temptation of gold and leaves all the suffering for the past, leaving his world to its fate, another thing worth admiring about the character, although we also see sadder sides. or the character's despair, like at the beginning of the game, as I mentioned, he is totally sad and almost without hope, but it is globox who returns them to him when he arrives so that Rayman can finally hug an old friend.

In fact you can see all his joy and happiness, when he finally sees him demonstrating the great affection he has for his friends and how important they are to Rayman, you can also see how he celebrates when overcoming certain obstacles which shows that he still has something of childish joy in his being.

Basically Rayman shares many characteristics with his younger self, with the difference that he is in some ways more mature than the younger version of him.

Although here Rayman suffers a lot of emotional damage, he also learns things, such as bravery and seriousness and total concentration, even though here he suffers much more emotional damage from the entire saga....damage that will leave him with really serious marks, which could cause depression. or a big change in your way of being, or other problems such as some self-hatred or a lot of insecurity and cases of anxiety in addition to the most obvious post-traumatic stress, really serious if not treated properly....

okay, a publishing error forces me to separate this into parts, plus I think this is already a little long and I better let you digest everything I just said about Rayman in its second installment, you've probably never thought about it very deeply in those things XD

[nehswritesstuffs]

Avid Reader

I’ve been trying to figure out something LawBin to write for ages now and I’ve finally done it!

3413 words; for @rimetin, who is a sweetheart; takes place post-Dressrosa but pre-Wano (clearly); I am a manga eye color truther so this means brown for Robin and yellow for Law sorry but those are the rules; the fact this ship doesn’t have more traction in Anglophone circles is very interesting to me but hey be the change you want to see in the world I guess; there is no real plot just these two making clumsy moves on one another since it’s me test-driving writing this ship; it kinda got away from me but what else is new

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Trafalgar D. Water Law was getting desperate.

Okay, so maybe that was a strong word. Desperate. It did accurately describe the depth of his feelings as he wandered around the… ugh… Going Luffy-senpai looking for a quiet place to just exist for a while. The rest of the ship felt like one big and obnoxious party, despite the fact that all he wanted was to be left alone the entire rest of the way to Zou—and therefore his crew. There was only one problem with that: his host was making it actively uncomfortable for all but the Straw Hats, which was probably the most annoying part of all.

Eventually, he was able to slip away from both Straw Hat and Bartolomeo long enough to go below deck and begin looking through some of the more empty rooms. After a few open doors leading to sleeping areas, storage space, and further shrines to the Straw Hats, Law eventually found a room labeled “LIBRARY”, which he slipped into without question.

“Couldn’t take much more atop deck?” Law glanced over into a corner and saw Nico Robin curled up on a couch by a port hole, a stack of books at her feet and one in her hands. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, one that she instantly caught. “So I’m correct.”

“You have no idea,” he grunted. He looked around and took in the fact that there was a library on the Going—ahem—on the ship. A quick inspection of the nearest shelf found that it was scarily stocked as well. “Had no idea that our host could even read.”

“Pretty sure it came with the ship,” Robin smirked. She sprouted an arm off the bookcase and plucked a specific book off a shelf, handing it to Law. “This one will suit your interests, I feel.”

He looked at the cover—it was a fiction novel. “Nico-ya, I was aiming for something a little less…”

“If you were looking for a medical journal, unfortunately that is the closest thing you’re going to find, and that includes in the infirmary; I checked,” she replied nonchalantly. “At least the main love interest is a court physician.”

“I’m not looking for a romance novel.”

“You’ll be hard-pressed to find anything different… unless you feel you’re ready to take on Luffy and Rooster-kun again…”

“Eh… I’ve fallen asleep to worse.” Law flopped himself down on the ratted armchair near the other porthole—one leg hooked over the side—and reluctantly cracked the book open to the first page, figuring it was better than nothing. At least if one of the more obnoxious of his fellow passengers found him, he could easily enough shoo them off with a glare and a lie on the topic.

Okay, he had to hand it to Robin; at least she had pushed a book on him that was well-written. It reminded him of the books he’d occasionally find in his parents’ home library, or on the sisters’ desks at school. He’d read a few of them back then, raising his eyebrow at how his mother kept reading them despite anatomy Not Working That Way, but mostly gave them a personal hard pass. What did a little boy know about romance? What did a child understand about relationships spurred on by hormones that they had yet to experience? His parents had never stopped him from reading anything, however, making the novel oddly nostalgic despite the fact he had never seen it before in his life.

The main character was a woman, strong-willed and sharp-tongued as such protagonists oft were. Her quick wit was integral to her getting out of scrapes, but also getting her into trouble as well. There was something amiss at the noble court she had been contracted by a neighboring kingdom to investigate, their tenuous alliance under the World Government’s flag being one that required more skill and finesse than a normal inquiry could garner. She held herself well and was damn good at her job. Said job was testing her limits, and for good reason: there was very clearly something going on, and yet everyone was covering their tracks almost too well. With each new character she covertly investigated, the more tangled the case became, until there was a sort of pallor that hung in the air, tightening around her neck like one of Doflamingo’s strings.

Ah, yes, there was the court physician, finally back from assignment; Law checked and saw he was about a third of the way through. The character was dashing and desirable, possibly the only one to potentially jeopardize the investigation with his odd sort of magnetism that changed the entire mood of the book. It was all the main character could do to keep a level head with him around. They stole each other away from the costume ball and began to kiss passionately out on the veranda, the novel devolving into descriptors almost more at home in Shachi’s collection of naughty Sora, Warrior of the Sea fan zines.

Quirking his eyebrows, Law knew the implications involved with Robin having expressly recommended this book to him. They were still allies until they reached his crew, but this… this was far from appropriate for mere allies, threatening his poker face with… let’s be honest. It was smut she handed him. At least, it was about to become smut if he was gauging it correctly. He flipped to a few pages further on and… yeah. It was down-right filthy. Wasn’t she with Robo-ya? As in they were together-together? It didn’t make sense…

Law then made the mistake of glancing over to where Robin was still sitting, light now filtering in directly through the porthole now. It caught her dark hair and brown eyes in a way he had not seen before, causing a brief thought to cross his mind. Seas, was it the book’s flowing language getting to him or was she rather pretty with her nose in a book? He realized he had been staring when she turned her gaze up and gave him a smile.

“Enjoying the novel, Torao-kun?” she chuckled. His face darkened in blush and he dropped his eyes back to the page.

“Nothing… just…” A lie, a lie, quick… “With the sun I’m seeing some differences between you now and when your bounty photo was taken—the one our host has framed. Did you have access to vitamin supplements wherever it was you were hiding?” Okay, not the best of his lies, but it would do for the time being.

“Hmm…? What do you mean…?”

“You’re much paler now. A change of that magnitude can only come from a prolonged period with minimal sun exposure. Usually vitamin supplements are necessary when such a relocation happens.”

“No vitamins, but you’re right in that I did go from being in the sun a lot to not rather recently. It was when our crew was broken up in Sabaody—I was transported to a very cold place in the East, near the northern-most part of the Red Line.”

“I grew up in the North—my sympathies.”

Robin gave a nod and suddenly hands appeared over by a small door in the wall, opening it to reveal it was actually a dumbwaiter with some freshly delivered tea. Law was surprised for half a moment—of course Chicken-ya would know to have his crew send her some tea every once in a while. He took his leg off the armrest to get up, only for her to hold up a hand to stop him.

“Allow me.”

With a flick of her wrist, Robin activated her Devil Fruit ability to retrieve the tea tray. Instead of it being a series of hands, however, as Law was used to, an entire clothed replica of her body sprouted up from the floor and took the tray from its cubby to the small sidetable that sat between the couch and armchair. The replica gave him a wink before disappearing in a flurry of petals, which also dissipated as they fluttered away.

“That’s… different…” he choked out. “I… didn’t know you could do your whole body.”

“I can, but I can’t hold it as long as I’d like yet,” she replied. Robin put down her book and poured them both some tea, expertly ignoring the large thud that rocked the ceiling above them atop deck. She passed him his mug—no sugar or milk—and shrugged. “Not nearly as useful as your ability, but it has its uses.”

“You make it sound like a party trick.” He blew a puff of air across the surface of the tea before taking an exploratory sip—still too hot. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

“It’s no party trick.” A wicked grin crept across her face as she took a sip of tea. “Would you like to help me practice?”

He gave a short nod. “I could. Chicken-ya seems to have a decent sparring area on the forecastle…”

“Right here is fine,” she replied. Robin leaned back into the couch with her tea and her book, a Devil Fruit clone of herself sprouting up next to her. “It’s not something that needs the sparring area, I imagine.”

It took Law a moment to realize that she did not mean sparring, as the Devil Fruit clone approached him, hips swaying just enough to notice. Leaning forward at the waist, it held his chin as their lips pressed together in a chaste kiss.

Quickly, Law put up a Room and checked to see where everyone was on the ship. Most everyone was distracted by the continuous party, with the remainder keeping to actual jobs they had aboard ship. He locked the door before dropping the Room’s field, definitely not wanting to be disturbed now.

“You know what to do,” Robin said through her clone. Law looked at her and saw that the original was sitting rather calmly, not visibly registering the contact her clone was doing. He placed his mug of tea down on the sidetable and swallowed hard.

“Aim is endurance, then?”

“…that and not allowing what happens to my clone to show on the original,” she admitted. The clone’s hand let go of Law’s chin and instead pressed against the back of the chair, fully trapping him.

“Do your worst,” it dared.

Carefully, Law placed his hands on the clone’s hips and pulled them closer, making it straddle his lap as it sat. His thumbs accidentally brushed under the false clothing and marveled at the fact the skin under the shirt felt warm. The clone’s hands gently caressed his face as it leaned in and started kissing him in earnest, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he looked over at the original.

She turned a page in her book and kept reading. How the fuck…?

The Devil Fruit clone’s hands then began to wander, moving under his unbuttoned shirt to touch his shoulders and chest. He tried not to moan as fingers lightly went over his nipples in a teasing manner—this wasn’t fair.

“You play dirty, Nico-ya,” he wheezed.

“I play fair as is needed,” the clone murmured against his mouth. “Come on Torao-kun… don’t be shy… I know you’re more clever than that…”

A moment’s worth of thought crossed his mind—the novel! She must have known how far he had gotten before they began with tea. He tried to remember what had been in the novel, his brain beginning to stutter due to the unexpected contact.

Oh… if only the guys could see him now… they’d never believe it.

“I thought you were with Robo-ya…” he breathed. He wasn’t going to ask permission, but the least he could do was avoid making however long of a trip they had in front of them growing awkward.

“Even if I was, I don’t think he’d blame me.” Robin’s clone moved one of its hands to his shoulder, then back of his neck, and the other to the small of his back as it continued to kiss him. “I’d be getting a real boy for once.”

“You get the real deal and I don’t?” He worked one hand under her shirt and another up the leg of her shorts, getting a decent handful of what certainly felt like real tit and ass, giving both a squeeze. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Prove you’re ready for the big leagues and then we can talk,” the real Robin chuckled. She took a sip of her tea and her clone continued to kiss him, egging him on.

“The big leagues? How do you know I’m not already there?”

“…because if you were, I’d have a much more difficult time following this book.”

It took all the synapses in Law’s brain firing at once for him to remember what the two characters in the novel had been doing. He recalled the court physician using his long fingers to his advantage, which made him decide to do the same. Shifting his fingers, he felt to see if there was anything for him to anatomically tease between her legs—there was. He found its entrance first, then the nub of its clit, feeling the clone shudder as he rubbed a few quick circles before it burst into a cloud of petals that vanished in thin air.

“What was that?” Law teased. Robin frowned and reformed another clone, this one in the dress she had worn when she last stepped off the Thousand Sunny… and only the dress from what Law could tell. He pulled this clone in with more purpose, grinding his hips up into its, hearing a gasp from clone and original alike. “And here you were making fun of me.”

“Rude,” the clone scoffed, pinching some skin on his chest. He retaliated by grinding up between the clone’s legs again, making sure that his growing erection hit where it was needed most. “It’s a lot of work remembering all the details to replicate on each copy. Should I take shortcuts on the next one?”

The next one…? Another clone? Fuck that… Law was determined to the real Robin before they were done.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Two hours later, Luffy came barging into the library, a large turkey drumstick in one hand and his eyes full of mirth. There was food again! The ship’s cook finished making dinner! Robin and Torao needed to stop being cooped up inside and go eat on the deck!

It was a good thing he didn’t catch the pleased sweat on Robin’s brow, nor the flash of horror in Law’s yellow eyes as he quickly moved a cushion to cover his undone trouser fly, nor the assortment of petals that covered the floor as they faded into nothing…

…though… huh… Torao’s tea was cold. A full mug too! Maybe that’s why he seemed upset? His face was really red… oh well! Some meat could help him cheer up! Luffy wrapped a noodly arm around his friend and dragged him from the library, despite his protests and Robin’s giggling.

People sure were weird sometimes.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

With the Alliance made and everyone breaking off to their separate assignments, now that he and his crew were again within the auspices of the Polar Tang, Law felt more at-home than he had been in ages. Everything was beginning to settle into something closer to what it should have been—what it was going to be after they defeated Kaidou—and for the first time in a long time, Law found himself beginning to unwind.

“I don’t know what the fuck you people did, but I like this version of the Captain,” Penguin chuckled as he brought a tray filled with drinks over to the table. They were in the middle of riding a current, so the most that all but a handful of them had to do was wait. Most of them were gathered in the mess hall shooting the shit or, in his captain’s case, simply tolerating the others’ presence.

“Helped me get a fucking dragon off my back,” Law grumbled as he reached for a drink. He pulled his hand back for a moment as Zoro grabbed two drinks at once, going back for his allotment when the other swordsman was firmly double-fisting the alcohol. Penguin tried to yank the tray away but to no avail.

“I meant something else, but whatever,” he shrugged. Law downed half his mug at once and glared at his crewmate—no, one of his oldest friends. “Pretending ain’t gonna work. I’ve known you long enough to know better.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Law tried to appear aloof, yet knew he wasn’t fooling anyone from his crew. He felt Penguin’s stare bore straight through him, their guests not picking up on what was happening. It was then that their final guest came through the doorway into the mess hall—Robin. “Nico-ya, I thought you said you needed a lie-down.”

“I feel much better now, thank you,” she smiled. No… something felt a little off… “I have a question for you, Torao-kun.”

“Is it about the ship?” Penguin asked suavely, passing the drink tray to a passing Uni. Of course he would jump at the opportunity to be alone with a pretty lady not named Ikkaku. “I might be able to assist you.”

“No, I think I might,” Shachi cut in. Fucking hell, where did that perv come from? “The Tang is a marvel, isn’t she?”

“That she is,” Robin agreed, “but I wanted to discuss a book your captain and I were both reading on the Going Luffy-senpai. You do remember the end, correct?”

“I do,” Law nodded. He stood, poured the rest of his drink into one of Zoro’s (who simply shrugged and kept going; the liver damage had to be insurmountable), and walked past the insanely grumpy Penguin and Shachi to join Robin in the corridor… except… “Couldn’t come here yourself?”

“Think of it like another test,” the Devil Fruit clone smirked. It walked with him over to the door to his cabin before dissipating, Law waiting until the final petals vanished before slipping into the cabin and locking the door behind him.

There, sitting at his desk and looking over some of his notes with great interest, was Robin—the real Robin—wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts, just like the heroine of the novel as she was readying to team up with the court physician in the final act. He felt his face grow hot in embarrassment as he realized she was reading one of his Sora, Warrior of the Sea compilations, the familiar tome looking strange in her hands.

“I have to admit, I never took you as a comics fan,” he said, trying to play it cool. He went to the desk and rested his chin on Robin’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I used to read Maruko-san when I was little, but I never really had the chance to keep up considering everything.” She turned a page and chuckled lowly. “This looks interesting—maybe I’ll read this instead.”

“Instead of what? Maruko-san?”

“Instead of seeing if you’re finally ready to show me how the book ended.”

Law raised an eyebrow; wasn’t the book merely an excuse? Code? He felt himself get pulled backwards by a familiar hand and he knew that it was another Devil Fruit clone, courtesy of Robin’s desire to torture him. It manhandled him towards the bunk, aggressively making him sit on the mattress as it prepared to keep him occupied while the original read.

Well, two could play at that game; an open Room and a twitch of his wrist swapped Robin with her Devil Fruit clone, putting her in his lap. She frowned playfully at him as she realized what happened and allowed her clone to dissolve.

“I lost my page.”

“Mmm… I’ll catch you up.”

“You sure?” She looked in his eyes as his hands idly began to work at opening the shirt she had stolen. Brown and yellow stared one another down as buttons were carefully undone, making them both wonder how this—whatever it was—would survive once they were in Wano.

“I’m sure.” He opened a Room again and watched her expression turn curious. “Now it’s my turn to test something I’ve been working on. Be as loud as you want; I dare you.”

He watched her grin and knew that if they wanted it, there was definitely a chance this could last.

[rizzraa]

ᯓ★Jams and Jellies

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 1)

A/N: Another one, Another one. I've been so lazy trying to write this out, I should've done an outline first. Hope you enjoy chap 2!

Tags: mainly fluff, friends to lovers, post outbreak, yearning and burning, slight age gap (i decided reader is in late 30s, Joel is in early 50s), reader insert, mentions of y/n, cute nicknames, shy n awkward Joel, Joel x f!reader, passionate kissing, touchy touchy Feely (nothing too graphic), small description of reader's body (very vague),

chap 1 // chap 2 (part 2)

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"Joel, I-- are.. are you sure this is okay? I mean.. Ellie is my student.. won't this be weird?"

"You worry too much, darling. The kid adores you." He hold your cheek in his hands, gazing longingly in your eyes. Suddenly, you see the immense love he has for you. His eyes are sparkling and glowing, and anytime he looks at you, you see flickers of love and warmth fly by. You turn your head slightly and part your lips, moving towards his face. Joel reciprocates this by pulling your face closer to his.

And then, your lips connect. A burst of colors and waves fill the room as you both slowly and softly kiss.

Holy shit you think, His lips are so amazingly soft. Oh God...

You grab the sides of his face, mushing your faces together, desperate for more. Your kisses get hungrier and hungrier. You explore his tongue with your own, changing the nature of the kiss. Joel is surprised with the sudden change, but immediately follows your pace. You both sit there, sloppily making out. His hands travel from your face to your body, not leaving any curve or cervice untouched. He's so desperate to touch you, feel you. It's clear he likes your ass the most, because he suddenly pulls you on top of him and firmly squeezes both cheeks. You yelp slightly, but it's lost in his mouth. He chuckles and pulls away, both of you gasping for air.

You both lock eyes with each other, and then...

"HEY TEACH---" you hear someone screaming your name, "ARE YA AWAKE???" Your eyes jerk open. You take a moment to finally wake up, heavily breathing. You look around and suddenly you realized--- it was a dream. "Oh fuck.." You whisper. You rest your hand on your chest, trying to calm down. God, was it all really just a dream? It felt so real.

I can't believe I'm already having wet dreams of a man I met ONCE, you admit embarrassingly.

"MISS!!! IT'S SATURDAY!" Shit. You completely forgot that Ellie was coming over today. You rush down the stairs, yelling "I'll be there in a sec, Ellie!" How could you forget? Your mind is running a mile a minute, nonstop thinking about your fantasies about Joel ever since you met him. "Aw, jeez..." You almost miss last step. You take a moment to regain your balance and stare at the front door, hoping that Joel wouldn't be there, yet simultaneously wishing he'd be there next to Ellie.

You take a breath, smooth your hair, and open the door. Ellie is waiting there, greeting you with an energetic smile and.. Joel is standing by the steps, visibly annoyed. You take a quick look and see he's leaning on the rails of the steps, buff arms crossed against his chest, which only makes him look bigger. God, he's handsome. The morning breeze hits you, and you just realized you're only in a flimsy tank-top and way too tight shorts. Joel turns to face you, eyebrows narrowing his eyes, but they quickly separate and rise up to his forehead. He was definitely staring at you. His flushed face was eyeing your body, and he had to turn away when your nipples started peeking through your top. You wrapped yourself in your arms, embarrassed and flushed, yet ecstatic that you managed to catch his attention. You begin nervously. "Oh, uh, sorry-- Ellie, I guess I overslept.." Joel notices your red face when you say that. "Come on in, guys."

"Oh no- I have patrol duty this mornin'" Joel quickly says. He clears his throat, painfully averting his gaze from your almost-bare body. "Y..Y'sure you don't want anything to eat?" You gulped, not wanting to sound to hopeful. "No--" He says sharply. "I'll see you at home Ellie." He briskly turns away and walks down the road.

"Jeez-- I don't know why he's so fucking mad. It's only 10am, I should've came later." Ellie suddenly said. You watch as Joel's figure gets smaller, until he disappears around the corner.

"It's alright Ellie, you're welcome here anytime." You said sweetly. "Now-- let's get this party started! Come on in!" You pulled her in, the both of you giggling and getting started for the day.

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Joel Miller's POV

He stood there next to Ellie, getting slightly annoyed that you didn't answer the door the first 500 knocks. He's a very punctual person, he expects every thing to fall into place at times he deems right. So when you don't answer your door at 9:30:00 AM on the dot, he starts getting frustrated. He was also hoping you all could grab some breakfast together, since his morning shift starts at 10am. What good is that now? He grumbles.

"Yer acting like a fucking baby, Joel. Just go if you're gonna act like this, it's embarrassing." Ellie teases

"I ain't acting like a baby, she's the one that gave this time. I'm expectin' her to swing the doors open with a huge smile." He says begrudgingly. He really wanted to see your smile again. It was cute and earnest; the sweet sound of your laughter fluttering his chest. He gets lost in his thoughts about you even if Ellie is banging on the door. After 30 minutes passed, Joel and Ellie were about to head out. He felt a sting in his chest, deeply disappointed that he couldn't see you today. Then he heard your sweet sweet voice filling the spaces of your house. "I'll be there in a sec, Ellie!", he heard you say. His heart started to bang heavy in his chest, and he never felt as light as he did now. Ellie rushes to the front door and Joel awkwardly leans on your railing, quickly crossing his arms to try and calm his pounding heart. He can't believe he's gonna see you again. He's acting like a teenage boy all over again, unreasonably ecstatic that he's gonna see his crush walking in the highway again. He hears the door unlock and then... you're there. Messy hair; clearly a sign indicating you just woke up, puffy lips, and... the straps of your top are slipping off your soft shoulder. Your collarbone protruding out, framing your shoulders and your sweet neck. His eyes travel down and he notices the way your small shorts squeezes your thighs; he's practically salivating at the sight of your pretty and bare legs. He feels the slight wind raise his head and his eyes fall on your breasts, your nipples slightly protruding against the thin fabric. He forced himself to turn away before he continued ogling at your beautiful body. His mind is already forcing him to think of how you'd feel under his hand, how you'd taste. Your soft voice interrupts his lustful thoughts,

"Oh uh, sorry Ellie, I guess I overslept..", Joel notices how your face quickly picking up heat. God she's so cute, Joel thinks.

"Come on in guys."

"Oh no- I have patrol duty this mornin' " He blurts out. Why did you say that? They can fuckin' wait.

"Y..Y'sure you don't want anything to eat?" Your sweet voice intoxicates him, and he has to get out of there before he does something he'll regret.

"No-- I'll see you at home Ellie." He rushes down the road, practically running down the street, and makes a sharp turn in the corner. He runs and runs until he reaches the stables, stopping to catch his breath. "Hey there, you okay?" Tommy, a younger version of Joel, asked. Joel turns to face his brother hating the way his voice shakes when he says "Yes".

"You don't look so hot man, maybe you should sit this one out--"

"No--, M'good I promise. Let's head out."

Tommy peers at him curiously, "Sure boss.."

Joel, Tommy, and other patrolmen go out, scouring the area for any threat. Joel and Tommy pair together and venture out West, paying close attention to their surroundings. Well-- Tommy is paying attention, Joel still can't stop thinking about you, your sweet voice trying to convince him to come inside, your beautiful body shining against the sun's rays--

"Hey Tommy, what d'yknow 'bout that art teacher?" Joel hesitantly asks. Tommy has been nagging him about engaging with the women in Jackson, but Joel didn't have much interest and wished dearly for Tommy to stop. His back is facing his brother, but he can see his lips mischievously curl up.

"Ohhhh, did she catch yer sly eye, brother?" Tommy was never going to let Joel live this down. The older brother turned and gave his brother a deadly stare, but it's not so intimidating when his face is flushing red. "I- M'just curious-- Ellie is at her house today. Jus' wanted to know who she is." Joel said that last part with such softness, it startles Tommy. The mere mention of you sends Joel through his wildest dreams, his heart aching and yearning for you. How long has it been since I felt like this?

"All I know is that she arrived to Jackson a completely different person. When we found her roaming the forest, she looked... scared. Then she started cryin', sayin' something' like 'Oh my God, people!' It was heartbreakin'." Tommy remembered how you fell to your knees, crying and smiling because you found friendly people, you found safety. Him and his wife, Maria, took care of you. They helped you readjust to society. They helped you grow and feel safe. Joel looked at his brother again, realizing how much he's changed, how grown up his little brother got. A twinge of guilt rises in his heart, "How is she-- I mean.., does she get uncomfortable 'round guys?" Joel sputters out. Tommy looked at his brother and said slyly, "Why? You interested or something?" Joel doesn't say anything, he just looks at Tommy with narrowed eyes and bright red cheeks.

"Okay, all I know is that all the eligible bachelors 'round here never got in her pants, cuz she's more friendly then flirty. I don't even think she knows half the time them fellas are hittin' on 'er."

Joel simply says "Let's get this shift over with."

"Eager, aren't we?" Again, Joel doesn't say anything, but his body language betrays him, and he leaves Tommy as he hears a hearty laughter.

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Reader's POV

You rest your paintbrush on the table beside you. You step back to take a long look at your painting of your tiny garden. The canvas is tinted with greens and yellows, skillfully stroked to form the grass, plants, and leaves. It's adorned with bright reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows, indicating the fruit and vegetables growing as well as the bright, mellow, midday sun shining down on you and Ellie. You glance at Ellie; she's squatted by your small flowerbed, expertly sketching each petal, each stem, each rock. "It's looking good, Ellie," You walk over to her, casting a shadow over her and her sketchbook.

"Thanks, teach" she turns her neck and smiles at you.

You look over at your garden, noticing your lemons are ripe.

"Hey, want some lemonade?" You piqued.

"Fuck yeah I do, it's fucking blazing out here." Ellie said with a grin. You laugh and start picking out the lemons. Ellie walks over to you and asks, "How do you know if they're ripe?" "Well..." You pick a lemon off of the plant and place it in Ellie's hand "..you give it a squeeze. If it's firm, then it's good." She squeezes it and smiles "This fucker is ripe as hell!" You giggled, and continue "Another way to tell is by the skin. It could be greenish yellow, or completely yellow."

"Where'd you learn that?"

You smile sadly, "I learned it from my.. my mom." She wasn't your real mom, but she was definitely a mother to you. You spent more of your life with her than with your actual mother-- but that's only because of the outbreak. You loved your real mom, but you called her your true mother. She raised you and your brother, taught you both how to survive. Those who can't do, teach.

"She taught me everything I know, she taught me how to live and how to survive. It's crazy how those both are synonymous but mean different things."

"Yeah, it is crazy.. I bet she was amazing." Ellie looked at you with empathy. It wasn't pity, she understood you. You smiled and collected the rest of the lemons. "Yeah.. yeah she really was. Now-- let's go inside and I'll show you how to make her lemonade recipe."

You lead her inside. The floor feels cool underneath your feet. It welcomes you from the scorching sun. You and Ellie spend way too long for a simple lemonade recipe. Your small kitchen wasn't built for 2 people; accidents were bound to happen. You both laugh as sugar and lemon juice spill on the floor, but it ends up tasting decent.

"So, what's your story? How did you end up here-- How did you end up with Joel?" Of course you wanted to know more about your student, but you'd be lying if you didn't ask to learn more about Joel instead.

"Well... long story short, we both ran into each other and saved each others lives." She says quickly

"Pff-- ran into each other??"

"Yeah, we did." Ellie becomes quiet, so you decide to drop the subject. I can't imagine what she has gone through.

You both spend the rest of the afternoon hours talking about favorite music, favorite artists, favorite foods. You show her collections of exquisite knickknacks, rocks, and minerals during your journey of survival. You share some of your fondest memories - memories before the outbreak, with Ellie. She gobbles it up with delight.

"Say, do you wanna go get some lunch outside?" You suggest

"Lunch?? Don't you mean dinner??" You looked at the clock, and it read 6:01. "Wow... I didn't know we were talking for that long!" Ellie laughs, "Yeah, let's go out for some LUNCH."

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry (not sorry) for dragging this out 😈😈😈

Please lmk what your thoughts, I'm all EARS 🩷

[ichigoli]

Yumi and The Nightmare Painter Shadowbox Master Post 1:

The Yoki-Hijo

I am head over heels for making these Cosmere Shadow Boxes. I would love to find a better mold than the 4" coasters but for now they are so pretty! I don't even know what I'll do with them but for now I'm happy the exist.

To begin, I once again sketched out a design trying to focus on strong silhouettes, and cut out each layer on a different piece of card stock. I decided to go with warm colors to push the heat of Yumi's environment and give some good contrast to the Painter Box coming soon.

Learning from the Mistborn Shadow Box, I was worried about such delicate shapes floating in the resin and messing with the depth. So I tried something that worked out ok with a fabric backing I did for a commission for a friend. I painted the paper cut outs with resin and let them cure on a silicone mat to hopefully give them some more rigidity and less buoyancy in the resin.

I wanted to lean in to the "traditional" vibe that Yumi's side of the story has, so I included real natural elements as part of the resin inclusions.

Real pressed flowers and gravel give the work a more grounded (sorry) element which will contrast nicely with what I have planned for Painter. I also decided to have some fun with it and "stacked" some rocks up the sides. The flowers floating in the sky are such an iconic part of her world that I had to include them.

I didn't take pictures of the individual layers going in this time around because, thanks to the resin painted over each piece, the long curing time between each layer became unnecessary so the process was a lot faster this time around (yay, we're learning!) But you can see the added flowers and some of the gems acting as stand ins for the Hijo floating around the stacks. I know they aren't "book accurate" but I wanted just the tiniest bits of Cyan and Magenta in Yumi's piece. (Keep an eye out for their parallels in Painter's piece)

I'm really fond of the way the resin soaks into the light card stock like water. It creates a very specific kind of translucency that lends itself to the "atmospheric fade" that creates a light illusion of distance and depth.

A quick check through the bottom to preview how it all looks before we add the resin on to the final backing paper layer...

The pale lemon yellow paper pics up a lot of depth from the resin soaking in. I also swirled in the littlest bit of gold luster-dust and a drip of orange ink to the corners for a little depth of color before putting the paper down and more resin over top.

And the final reveal:

A little flat with the simple background, but that's expected. The contrast is exactly what I was hoping for. I mixed a little bit of the glow powder seen beneath the Shadow Box there to help boost the reflectivity of light which can be seen bleeding up around her knees a little bit which I hope helps evoke that heat her land is known for.

When backlit, the rein soaked into the card stock gives the whole scene an almost dreamy quality as the stone stacks fade but Yumi remains stark and crisply focused.

A few close ups of details and how lovely the layering looks peeking through the open spaces.

<3

No preview of Painter yet, I am still trying to puzzle out a good silhouette for him that will show what he's actually doing when he's hunched over a canvas without being able to use internal contours... but I can share that I bought some EL wire and hope to line his piece with real hion lines!... once I figure out how to make the wire Cyan and Magenta along the places I want it to go.

Once Painter is done, I don't plan to stop. Maybe Warbreaker next... or Stormlight, though I have other plans for that behemoth.

Real talk: Anyone who wants to float an idea, I wanna hear it. These are too fun to stop. (I could maybe even be talked into parting with one if the situation arises)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Please do the Chris Evans pottery fic! I legit have always thought about for years! Like him taking a night class or a private class for anxiety or hobby (that Scott guilted him to take) so he doesn’t get recognized and the reader (please preferably male) vaguely knows who he is and doesn’t care and teaches him and he falls in love with reader. Like a slow burn. Bro please I’m on my knees begging 🙏 your writing is god tier for Chris fics

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First and foremost I have to say, goddamn, you really went back into the archives to find that post 💀💀 don't get me wrong, I appreciate the hell out of you for that but, also, oof, have I already been on Tumblr for 3 fucking years!?

What? When?

Second, I actually never thought too much about that idea haha. I just couldn't get past the idea of Chris using his hands in that way 🥴 because look, I'm much more of a sculptor than a potter, but it has never been lost on me (a) how much skill it takes to throw on the wheel, and (b) how fucking hot it can look lmao

So, because I never thought too deep about the idea beyond the look, I have to say That's A 👏🏻 Top 👏🏻 Notch 👏🏻 Idea 👏🏻

I love that idea, like:

Chris rolls up to a night pottery class with a baseball cap pulled down real low, trying not to be noticed, squeezing his shoulders in to be less big and noticeable.

You notice him though--he looks a little funny, trying so hard not to stand out and obviously not realizing that a long sleeve, chunky cardigan is 100% the wrong thing to wear when you're about to be playing with clay. But, you don't care about him being Mr. Movie Star (or dressed badly for this activity lol) because, obviously, if he's here for a class, he wants to learn

(Later you'll learn that Scott was the one to push him into it, telling him, lovingly, to quit just talking about beginning to work with his hands and actually Do It)

and so, he's gonna learn.

You are the teacher though, so... it's your duty to keep the secret that Captain America is in their midst.

(But that won't keep you from teasing him subtlety by asking him if he'd perhaps like a blue or red or clear glaze)

Chris might not pick up the skill of throwing as quickly as some of the others (mostly because he's never messed with clay before while many of the other students have even if it was years ago in high school or college or wherever), but he's dedicated.

He puts his all into learning throwing.

You learn quickly, instructing Chris, that he has this tendency to squeeze a little too hard and over-correct the clay. The strength he's got comes in handy with wedging clay and assisting in reconstructing the electric kilns by putting in the heavy shelves, but, when on the wheel, it's not about how hard you can press the clay, how hard you can squeeze it, or anything like that (unless you're working on huge, HUGE projects with massive amounts of clay... but, these students are not there yet). It's about letting your hands glide over the clay, it's encouraging the clay to stretch and compress delicately.

Pottery very much more finesse than force.

And you tell him that a lot in the beginning, "relax, for now, don't try to control it too much. Try to let go and just feel. Keep your elbows anchored in your hips and thighs, but, otherwise, stay loose and relaxed. Breath out. Sink into it, y’know? Relax."

Chris laughs, looking up at you from the little mound of clay he's been centering on his wheel head, "I didn't know this would be so... spiritual? I mean, shit, this feels like therapy."

"Ha," you say, "just be glad it's therapy and not Ghost."

Chris chuckles, "are those my only two options?"

"Right now, rookie? Yes." You point back at his unattended and still spinning wheel, "now, please put your nose back to the grindstone before I'm forced to saddle up behind you. I don't need to be shot in the streets before I get hands-on with my teaching"

You swear, under that cap and beard, Chris blushes. But. He also gets back to work, so... you can't be sure you're not just seeing things 👀

There are a lot of little moments like that throughout the class. Flirting. Maybe. Maybe not. Chris might just be that charming. You can't be too sure.

It's very charming to watch Chris pick up his wobbly creations after they've been put through the bisque kiln and laugh at their unstable bumps and lumps as he tries to set them flat on the table. Plus, when he sands his pieces, he murmurs to himself, talking about all the silly mistakes he finds. Nail marks. Dips. Bulges. Extra bits of clay he missed when trimming. You swear you hear him call himself a "meatball" once...

That is a challenge to not laugh at, but, you don't because you don't want him to know you're paying such close attention to him. (You can't have favorite students after all 😘)

And later, it's very sweet to watch him admire his first glazed pieces. He's very gentle with them, running his fingers back and forth, back and forth, over the smooth glaze. He seems to enjoy the smooth sensation.

Also, listen, I have no proof but I feel like Chris is gonna be the type of potter that gets Really Messy. Like, clay and slip all over his hands, of course, but also all up his forearms and flecks of it on his face and in his hair. His poor apron and shoes.

Also, I think Chris would be the type of potter that wipes their hands on their thighs over their apron 😮‍💨

Chris takes one class then another and another. He's getting much, much better.

But, he still looks like he's watching you perform magic when you quickly throw a vace or pie platter for a demonstration. It's really endearing. You'd love to see more of his face while watching you work, but, no matter how good you are at pottery, you can't do it without looking. Not yet... maybe someday, if you keep practicing.

And eventually, I'd like to think that you exchange numbers. Chris no longer takes your class and so it's fair game.

He comes over to your place and you cook a meal together because you already know each other well enough. So, you skip the more public dates that are better for strangers.

Chris seems mystified by the fact that ALL your plates, bowls, mugs, etc. are things you've made. Thrown on the pottery wheel. He just thinks it's very cool and personal. Also, he swears because of taking your class that he can't look at a factory-made plate or bowl or mug the same. They look so plain and lifeless now. In return, you tease that you'd offer to make him a set for his own home as a present (maybe for his birthday or Christmas) but, you're gonna insist that he at least try to make a set himself first.

And, hey, if he needs more encouragement maybe that Ghost option could come true...

Sorry, this is so short but I just had to get some real quick thoughts out between study sessions lol

Thank you so much for bringing this up again and thank you for reading!!

[steve-harringtons-ass]

Desperation-Eddie x Female reader- NSFW 18+

Yall this is my first fic I’m posting on here so hopefully this doesn’t look stupid?

CW- MxF intercourse, light banter, mentions of alcohol, foreplay

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There was something about weddings that made you love... Love. Which was kind of shocking, considering every other day of the year you swore up and down that marriage wasn't you thing….

…Until you met Eddie. Once he was added to the mix, you were done for. Though it wasn’t love at first sight. It was years of friendship throughout elementary and middle school. You had drifted apart by freshman year, but reconnected at the beginning of your junior year. Now, you were both in college and absolutely head over heels for each other.

So naturally, Eddie's your plus one everywhere. Including your cousin's upcoming wedding- which is later today. You had told him to meet you in your driveway by 2, that way there was more than enough time to make the hour and a half drive to the venue.

He's very excited to go. But a little nervous, as he's never been to a wedding before.

You watch as Eddie's van pulls into your driveway. Early. Must be excited.

You go downstairs and greet him in your pajamas.

"Sorry, I was just finishing up my hair, c'mon in."

"You mean I got ready before you?" He cracks a smile as the two of you head up to your room. You're sitting at your dresser, making sure your curls were locked in with enough hairspray to rip the ozone layer to shreds. You just have your curls down, pinning the front pieces in the back with a lilly hairclip.

Eddie's wearing a suit, sitting carefully on your bed.

You move onto fixing your makeup in the mirror, glancing over at his reflection. You look back at your own once he meets your gaze. He loves when he catches you looking at him. He thinks it's adorable, but he'd never tell you that.

"There's that stare you always got."

"I have no idea what you mean." You open your eyes wide as you put on mascara. "I have never even looked at you before, I'm blind."

"You're makin' me nervous, is it my suit?"

"No! No, I promise." You take out your lipstick tube. "You look good. Really good." You want to stay in for the day. Cancel on the wedding, close all your blinds, and fuck like goddamn bunnies. But that's not possible today.

You watch a light pink color spread across his face.

"Okay," You stand up. "Gotta change real quick and then I'll be ready."

"Do you want me to leave then?" He asks.

"I don't mind if you don't." You really don't want him to. It's always more fun to see how excited he gets when he sees you strip.

"Oh I definitely don't mind, I never mind." He smiles.

"Of course not, you perv." You're digging through your summer clothes, trying to find the dress you planned on wearing. You pull out a long, black dress, tossing it on your bed.

"God, if only it wasn't so easy to bring you to your knees, that might've hurt!" He grabs his chest, pretending to be in pain.

"And if it wasn't so easy to give you the world's worst case of blue balls-" You say, in-between removing your clothes.

"Alright alright, I get it." He glances at you, trying to hide the fact that he can't stop looking.

"Don't get drool on your suit, Eds." You step into your dress, shimmying it up and onto your shoulders. As if on cue, Eddie stands up and zips the back for you.

"You're beautiful, I can't help it." He watches as you adjust the thick, off shoulder straps. The dress had ruffles adorning the hem, and beaded lillies towards the bottom right side.

The afternoon sunlight pours into your room, perfectly illuminating his features. His brown eyes look like amber in this light, and strands of caramel in his brunette waves peek through.

He's looking at you the same way you're looking at him, taking in your rosy blush, the way your red lipstick brings out your eyes, and the way you always leave out a few frizzy, face framing curls when you do your hair. He's so in love with you it scares him. He could stand there and admire you for the rest of your lives and never once get tired of it.

You balance yourself on your toes, bringing him in for a kiss, and then another one. He knows he's going to be spending the next 5 minutes wiping your lipstick off of him, but he doesn't mind.

"I love you." You cup his face in your hands.

"I love you." He's holding your wrists, watching your beaming smile.

As soon as he finishes cleaning off your lipstick, you two are out the door.

It's dinner time after the ceremony is over. Everyone arrived at the reception venue about 45 minutes before food was served, and you're starving.

Eddie's obviously sitting next to you at a decently sized table seating 6 of your cousins, some of which you haven't spoken to in ages.

"Soo..." Your one cousin, Vanessa, starts. "How are things with you and Eddie?"

Eddie looks at you for a moment.

"'Nessa, I don't think this is necessary to talk about when he's right there." All of your cousins now look intruiged.

Eddie turns to face you, propping his chin up on his fists and looking at you with a curious expression. "Oh no, do tell, Y/n. How are things going with Eddie?"

Your cousins all giggle, but they turn their attention to you. None of them seem to notice that your hand is resting on his thigh.

"Well, things couldn't be better," You pause, embarassed that this has to happen here and now. "He's my best friend, and if it were between him and the world, I'd choose him every time."

Eddie's face is bright red, even more so after your cousins aww's and soo adorable's. He rests his hand on yours, interlacing your fingers and his. His face is adorable when it's as flustered as it is now, and if you weren't in a room full of people you'd tell him things that'd make him blush even more.

"Alright guys, that's enough about us. We're here for a wedding." You're smiling as you take a sip of your wine.

You're on your second glass of champagne now, after also drinking a glass of wine at dinner, and your dance moves only get better the more intoxicated you are.

Eddie can't help but admire you from across the room after coming back from using the restroom. You're having the night of your life, dancing with people (and let's be honest, other family members) you have no recollection of meeting prior to tonight. Your hair is frizzy, there's only a faded trace of your once vivid lipstick, and your skin is glowing from the heat of the room and the movement surrounding you.

And you look nothing short of angelic to him.

     Your eyes meet, and you stop dancing immediately to wave him towards you. His expression when he sees you is enough to make you fall in love with him all over again.

     Your beaming smile and need to be near him even in the midst of a dance battle with someone's sister's cousin has him more than excited to toss his suit jacket aside and join you.

Only, Eddie isn't much of a dancer.

"Here, I'll show you how it's done, Y/n." With determination peppering his voice.

"Oh will you now? Please, show me."

You're both giggling now, because he's well aware of his lack of talent in the dance department. He does nothing to aid you in your dance off, but it's so fun you don't care.

Eddie knows you're laughing at him, and he starts making up stupid dances just to get you to laugh.

You stumble foward, a mixture of a drunken loss of balance, and you tripping on your own dress- but he catches you, his hands grabbing your forearms.

But you don't leave his arms. He looks down at you as if to ask if you're alright.

"I'm fine, just tripped." You shift a little to look at him better. "You're so warm, Eds... Hey, did I tell you how good you look tonight? You're so handsome, how did I get so lucky?" You start to ramble as he just looks at you. He's trying so hard not to lose his composure because all he wants to do is tear you to shreds and show you every single way he loves you.

His smile melts your heart, and he pulls you into a hug.

You pick your head up off his shoulder getting close to whisper in his ear.

"I don't know why I'm whispering."

"Okay...?" His smile hasn't faded a bit.

"I love you."

His hand lightly brushes against the large keyhole opening in your back, and your breath hitches for a moment. The sensation sends shivers up your spine as he hears a light gasp escape you.

And like tonight wasn't enough, he's going absolutely feral on the inside.

"I love you more, Y/n."

You gently brush a stray hair away from his face, your soft fingers nearly giving him goosebumps. When he doesn't take his eyes off of you, you kiss him once. It's too gentle, reserved, soft. He almost can't take it anymore.

"Fuck- I'll be right back." Eddie kisses your forehead before booking it to the restroom.

You're a bit confused, but you assume it's nothing.

After a few hours, it was time to say your goodbyes to everyone, and congratulate the bride and groom again.

Eddie had to drive you two back to your place, but you've sobered up since leaving.

"Hey, Eds." You say, looking at him from the passenger seat.

"Hm?"

"Why did you like, run to the bathroom when we were dancing?" It's a stupid question, and you know it. He just went to the restroom.

"You really don't know?" He looks at you for a brief moment.

You shake your head. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes of course, I feel fine. But you-" He pauses. "Y/n, you've been saying and doing little things all damn day. All I've been able to think about is ripping that little dress off of you and fucking you until neither of us can remember English."

"Oh..." You giggle. "I'm sorry. God, I didn't even realize. Must've been torture."

"You really did give me the world's worst case of blue balls." He smiles, letting you know he's not actually upset.

"Did I now?" A devilish smirk grows on your face. "Was it really that easy? I mean, all I did was tell you I love you and-"

"Because everything you do is just..." He inhales. "Perfect. God, you're perfect." He pulls into your driveway, both of you remaining silent until he's parked.

"The way you absolutely glow when you're dancing, your smile, the way you talk to me and about me, the way you touch me, kiss me- it's enough to make me melt, Y/n."

You glance at his lips, the pink flesh separated by his tongue for half a moment.

Eddie watches as you unbuckle your seatbelt and shift toward him.

"The way I touch you?" You bite your lip a little as your hand trails up his thigh, stopping just before his groin. "What about it?" Your voice dances in the air as he remains silent.

"P-Please..." His voice is barely a whisper, though it comes off as a whine.

"Please what?"

"Please let me kiss you."

You inch foward, your lips just grazing his. He's falling for it, absolutely too excited to kiss you.

"I mean," You smile against his lips, pulling your hand away as soon as you pull your lips away. "Out here in the open? I didn't know you were into that."

You didn't stick around long enough to hear his protest, you just headed out and ran to your front door. You got your keys out and while unlocking the door, heard Eddie run up behind you.

He chases you inside, closing the door behind him while you're in the kitchen laughing.

"You think it's funny?" He asks.

"Oh absolutely." The look in his eyes, the firmness of his grip on the counter as he basically has you trapped... Heaven knows you're about to lose your composure, too. "You're too easy."

His eyes drink you in. You're gingerly leaning against the counter, cocky, confident, just like he's used to you being.

"Well fuck, are you gonna get that kiss back or what?" You're eager, excited, and ready to go insane.

Eddie wastes no time pulling you toward him and kissing you. The two of you melt in each other's arms, the desperation becoming more and more obvious with each heated moment. It's the chaos in your steps, bumping into furniture, careful not to bump into something breakable. Cautious chaos.

You and him go up the stairs to your room, finding each other's lips again as soon as you're near your bedroom door. His lips are on your jaw, your neck, the small amount of your chest that spills over the top of your dress's neckline. He's marking every bit of skin that was once perfectly clean to an entire room of family and friends.

The silence in your room becomes interrupted by panting, I love you's, I need you's and the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

It started with him unzipping your dress. You take off his button up, and the tank top underneath it, the slowest, most boring part. Too long that you two are separated. 

His hand is on your breast now, caressing and rubbing his thumb against your nipple as you lose your mind.

"Fuck-" You groan into his ear. "This is torture."

Eddie puts his hand on your chin, lifting your face so you have to look at him.

"Where's that energy you had, Hm? The one where you didn't mind the waiting, the teasing?"

"Eds, I'm sorry baby. Don't make me wait."

"I make no promises." He's unbuckled his belt, sliding his dress pants off after. Your lips collide with his again, his one hand lifting your thigh up, the other against your back. You're impossibly close to him now, both of you only in your underwear.

You feel his erection growing under his boxers, the friction between you and him is almost too much for him to handle. You start moving against his bulge. The slight panting turned into heavy breathing as he groans against your lips.

While there's a moment where you have some room between the two of you, you slide your hand into his boxers, cupping him in your hand. You use your palm to rub against him, watching his expression turn into something lewd.

"Please- sweetheart, enough is enough." He's begging you now. "Please let me fuck you."

He's whispering against your lips, trying so hard not to sound desperate but that's all he's doing.

You remove your hand and kiss him again, this time feeling him lean into you, pushing you to your bed. You trip before catching yourself, one hand balancing you until you're laying on your bed. Propping yourself up on your elbows.

He drags your panties off, tossing them aside and spreading your legs wide open. "You're so beautiful like this."

His comments make you blush, and he notices.

“You are, and you're all for me..." He presses a thumb against your clit.

"Please, Eds." You gasp at the sudden pressure.

"Hm?" He presses one hand against the inside of your thigh, forcing your legs to stay open as he continuously rubs your clit in painfully slow circles.

“Fuck, Y/n, you're soaked." He watches your reaction, mouth open, spilling out pants and moans, legs moving as you squirm underneath him. He could watch you like this for centuries.

It feels like an eternity where he's going at the same pace, innocently watching you come undone. You're losing yourself in the feeling of his hand on you. You feel a familiar knot building up inside your stomach, and he stops.

"Shit." You catch your breath.

He slaps his cock against your clit and you jolt in pleasure, gasping and nearly yelling at the sensation.

"Oh?" He shifts off you. "I'd like to hear that again" And he does, this time, making strokes so his cock rubs against you.

"F-Fuck!" You yell, arching your back and gripping the sheets. "Please s-stick it in already- Fuck!" He's sliding his cock on top of you, lazily rubbing into your clit. You desperately want to clamp your legs shut and give yourself time to adjust but it's too much.

The torture of being this sensitive without him inside you is almost painful, and you can't take it anymore.

"Of course, princess. All you had to do was ask."

He looks right at you as he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in.

You nearly come right then and there, the feeling of him slowly pump in and out, hearing him whimper like an animal. Your body feels like it's electric and every stroke he makes is like a charge. He's hovering over you, kissing your collarbone or moving his one hand on your hip as the other massages your breast.

"God, you f-feel so good, angel." He winces at the burn of you scratching at his back. "Got such a perfect pussy."

You're grabbing at his back, the sheets, anything to stabilize yourself as he speeds up. He's hitting all the right places and your body can't handle it.

Until...

"I wanna be on top, Eds. Can I?"

The wild look in his eyes is all you need to take that as a yes.

His voice is raspy, broken, soft. All he can manage to say is just a quivering "Mhm..."

Eddie hooks his arm underneath you and lifts you onto him. You sink back down onto his cock slowly, shivering as you do so. His arm is still on your back, holding you close to him.

You're holding his face in your hands in a desperate attempt to get closer; studying his glossy eyes, soft pink lips, his messy hair, and the love-drunk expression he has. You can feel his stomach against yours. His other arm is wrapped around your waist as he fucks up into you. The both of you can't manage to say anything except each other's names, and a few curses.

You're in perfect rhythm with him as you both use each other like toys made for each other's pleasure. He's making you nearly scream his name as every movement, every spark, every stroke sends you over the edge.

"Eds, baby," You look into his eyes and see nothing but admiration. You're lazily bouncing on his cock as your pace has gotten more uneven. "Fuck, gonna cum- please lemme cum."

His breath hitches, holding you on top as he uses the last bit of his energy to finish, and make sure you finish. "Feels so good, Y/n, fuck." His head tips back as lets out a breathy moan. "K-keep that pace, love."

You see white stars in your vision, losing focus as Eddie can only focus on you. Focused on touching you, fucking you, the way your hands feel on his chest, his face, his shoulder.

"Right there- please please-" You yell, your back arching and pushing you against him. "Don't fucking stop!"

"Fuck fuck fuck." He groans, his voice still raspy and broken. You both try to stay still and let your orgasms wreck every inch of your bodies as you watch it spill out of you.

You bring his face to yours and kiss him. The room is silent now save for you both catching your breaths.

"Fuck." He lifts you off of him, hearing you wince as he pulls out. "I'm so in love with you."

You hold his wrists and pull him close, kissing his forehead.

"God." You lay there, still way too sensitive to get up let alone get dressed. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

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hello fellow former mlb victim fan

I’m so curious now on what your thoughts on the show are. Like, just in general and also how the romance was handled. If you wanna share 👀

LISTEN. Way too many things and I will end up making this post too long but... I have some pent up frustration so let's just go by seasons (+ some other stuff) THIS IS VERY LONG SO HAVE A NICE READ

S1 : I think s1 was fine overall, though I was absolutely creeped out by Mari's behavior like ??? She's very likable and honestly I enjoy her character most of the time but it's just. Why would you make this 14 years old obsessive ?? As a middle aged man ?? AS A GAG ???? anyways. I think s1 was the only season where I don't have many things to say because 1) it wasn't that bad 2) i don't remember much

S2 : The beginning of my doom, CN is dumbed down more and more by the writers in favor of LB and this is so weird. Adrien isn't dumb, what he is oblivious and unaware of social norms. He spent his life homeschooled. (ALSO may I ask why is his life presented as going down hill when his mom disappeared when he's always been hidden from the world ?? Why is his mom shown as good when he couldn't even go to school and didn't have any friends except Chloé ??? How is she a good mother ??? How did his father change exactly ?? Did he just become colder or ??)

I think the swap kwami episode was in s2 and this is one of my LEAST favorite episodes ; CN's job is perceived as easy compared to LB but i'm sorry can Mari sacrifice herself so easily without any guarantee to come back ?? The heavy burden of the power of destruction and the knowledge that she could KILL someone doesn't bother her ??? This episode just served the purpose to show how LB is just. Much more important than CN and I am SICK of it.

Also uh can we talk real quick about Master Fu ? Dude thought "training" (that apparently happened off screen which is just bad writing) a CHILD to become the next guardian was a good idea ? Mari is a kid with dreams and passions and chaining her down to this duty is just outright cruel. In later seasons we don't even see her make anything ? She is supposed to want to become a fashion designer and now she's stuck stressing over kwamis and a way too complicated task where if she messes up, the world as they know it ends.

ALSO. Just my opinion but. The guardian shouldn't have been Mari. Or Adrien. It should've been a third party, completely unrelated, so no power imbalance would be created between CN and LB. I'm sorry but this is such a huge thing about the show, that has been hammered into our heads, that "destruction and creation must be balanced" and they do that ?? (plus it led to the season i hate the most, s4) The show had the opportunity to introduce another character, or make use of an already introduced one (i.e Luka) and make them a guardian ! Or something ??

s3 was fine, I liked Chat Blanc for the most part (Mari's tresspassing, her sniffing Adrien's pillow... ugh.) and thought it was very very heartbreaking to see Adrien like that, my poor boy cannot catch a break. Also Chloé redemption !! She deserved it, with her abusive mother and all, too bad they decided to burn everything by making her a caricature of herself and introducing the most bland replacement for her ! (A half sister whose existence made NO SENSE ? I thought Chloé's mom didn't like kids ? Plus why would she bother taking her other kid to Paris, and risking her reputation with cheating rumors ???)

Now... Now let's talk about s4... So much happened in this god forsaken season and i'm so, so, so tired and shed so many tears of RAGE. Chat Noir became a sidekick, plain and simple. Not even "just" a sidekick the protagonist would respect, like Robin, but a simple fill-in, a "partner like any other" as LB so amicably put it in Kuro Neko. I feel like the writers wanted to write conflict and all but... it's so badly written and only served to make people hate CN.

Chat's trust was abused so many times (Ephemeral, when he and LB were supposed to show the other their identity but what he didn't know was that Viperion was to know too, instead of just... explaining the situation ?), he was kept in the dark many, many times, not only by LadyBug, but also by his Father (interesting parallels) and Fu, all which, somehow, have a position of power over him. He felt replaced, which is entirely valid, because as much as he didn't communicate this, he offered LB his help so many times, and tried to open up, and all these have been either ignored or rejected. (now I'll talk about Mari's side after, but just know that i absolutely do not blame her for being stressed ! I am just critizing her actions which hurt her supposed best friend and partner very deeply) Not to mention Scarabella, whom he never knew the existence of, and could've killed. Chat probably doesn't care much that someone knows her identity, but she never told him, or even considered telling him to find someone to tell, too. I'm sorry but LB has been so strict on these rules but now she doesn't follow them, yet expects Chat to. (also, i'm mad they stripped Chloé of her miraculous because apparently "Hawkmoth knows who she is". Well, Hawkmoth knows who Ryuko is too, as well as Rena, or Viperion. Yet they still have theirs ?)

Chat has no support !! no circle to support him whereas Mari has Alya, even the Kwamis, her parents, and her friends ! Adrien's parents are off the list, Nathalie is way too close to his Father, the Gorille isn't much help, and it's not like he's actually close to anyone if not Nino (their only memorable interaction is in Rocketear in s4). Then, he loses his miraculous and is actually blamed for getting hurt by LB's behavior and reacting harshly (he should yes apologize however) LB has provided NO apologies, instead making Chat feel guilty ?? I remember this episode SO well because I was HOPING for a sweet Ladynoir scene, but NOOOOOOOO. Also this showed how shallow Mari's love for Adrien was -- she's basically in love with his mask, not very different from Kagami "Stop acting like a clown" Tsurugi

I think, however, that showing why Adrigami and Lukanette wouldn't work is a great idea ! Was it greatly handled ? Not really, but it could've been great ! I love Kagami and Luka and I wish for them to be in good hands (mine)

One last thing about Chat, then we'll talk about Mari's side ; I HATE HATE HATE how they ignore his struggles or act as if they do not exist. The creator himself calls Adrien "perfect" and act as if Adrien is totally fine, when the situations the boy is in SHOW how distressing his situation is. Adrien is CANONICALLY shown to : accept death and die, more than once, try to cataclysm himself, eat very little, have weak boundaries and doesn't know how to say 'no', isn't really aware of others' boundaries as well, shut down as soon as his father raises his voice, been hit by his Father (both in normal and Hawkmoth form), still hasn't been able to properly grieve his mother. ALL of this, and none of it has been explored, because the focus is not on him if Mari isn't there. The writers HATE abused kids and I'm not afraid to say it, because s5 spoilers showed how they're (Adrien, Chloé and Kagami) treated and considered by the writers.

Now, onto Mari ! You're heard everything I complained about, now let's hear something else ; I loved seeing her under the pressure and how it affected her, though I find it cruel, it was interesting to see since she learned a lot about herself and other people. Too bad the writers refuse to make characters change, huh. Also, nice that she tries to move on from Adrien ! Still not over the statue thing, but it's refreshing to see her move on, if only for like, three episodes. I wish we could've seen genuinely learn how to treat her partner better, how to not take him for granted. Maybe her resenting Master Fu for putting such a heavy burden on her shoulders ? She's the class president, a full time middle schooler, guardian and super hero, and that's it. She cannot indulge in her hobbies anymore and that sucks, because she deserves to be a kid. The writers obviously want her to be the most important character by pushing every single thing and events on her, even when her presence is not even necessary.

Since Mari is pushed to be the centre of everything, where she shouldn't even be, it means she gets both privilege by the writers, and also pain. It was nice though to have a character I could empathize with and also critisize, though the writers want to make her as lovely as possible.

As for the romance between Mari and Adrien... I stopped wanting them to be together in s4, because truth be told, they're incompatible, and the Universe obviously doesn't like them together either lol. It was so weirdly put in s5, and I stopped watching the show since then, so I don't know much, except for big, big spoilers which make me want to barge in the writers' room and strangle them one by one.

The ship is no longer something I enjoy, for many reasons, and I think they should've ended up with someone else (Adrien realizing he's gay and Marinette kissing Kagami on the lips for example)

Okay and for s5 just know that I hate it.

-> Marinette, of all people, learning who Hawkmoth is and then CHOOSING not to tell Adrien, as well as offering Gabriel to die as a hero, is just horrible. The conscious choice of taking away his agency, ONCE AGAIN, hiding secrets from him, hiding from him the fact that his father, his abuser, is HAWKMOTH is horrible. I wanted the confrontation between him and his father, but NOTHING. Mari got the spotlight and Adrien is nothing more than a bird in a cage I hate the writers.

-> Chloé got disowned by her (incompetent) dad and forced to leave with her Mother. What a way to get rid of the bully ! Giving her to her abusive mother ! Who doesn't know her name, doesn't care about ! As if Chloé didn't cry "why don't you love me, mom ?" ! God.

-> the senti reveal. I hate the senti theory i hate that it's real. They can't fight back, otherwise they can just be erased of existence, and even taking back the amok is useless because what if it breaks ? what if you lost it ? someone steals it ? I hate it so, so, so much, and making abused kids sentihumans is the worst thing ever.