#(side note: i have after seeing the predicted releases)

[wikitpowers]

u know what’s actually kind of funny about waiting so long for twp? all we do is always talk about how painful it is for ty and kit to be separated for three years and here we are waiting for twp for more than DOUBLE that time meaning we somewhat actually have first-hand experience of their suffering😭

#like it’s gonna be 6 years since qoaad this year… #and tlkof isnt supposed to be out this year but in like 2 years probably… #that means we are gonna do 8 years of waiting… #and that’s 5 years more than kitty’s separation like??? #im SORRY #i am unwell #and this sounds like i’ve kinda lost my mind #(side note: i have after seeing the predicted releases) #but we be doing some mathematics up in here #and it hurts #but there really is some irony in all this ngl #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #kitty #the last king of faerie #the wicked powers #tlkof #twp #tsc

[thirteenducks]

feverish

(wriothesley x wife!reader) [sfw]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader is referred to by ‘wife’ and "she/her"), established relationship, marriage, reader has hair long enough to reach neck

༻❁༺ word count: ~1.5k

༻❁༺ tags: sickfic, banter while sick, this is just wrio taking care of you and being a butt while doing it, feat. sigewinne who does not get paid enough for this, if you are sick and reading this rn im so sorry and i hope you get well soon, coldsink wrio x heatsource wife agenda

༻❁༺ author’s note: my friend @mmmairon is sick and i am in another country and cannot help so i'm sending wrio on my behalf. pls enjoy especially if you don't feel well right now :(

After a restless night, Wriothesley is thrilled to hear that you're awake now. He wastes no time in rushing to your side.

Wriothesley’s pen scratches unpleasantly against a disciplinary notice, its point threatening to carve into the wood of the desk beneath. The owner mutters darkly under his breath as he completes a signature on the offending paper and slides it to his left. Immediately, another takes its place from the stack on his right.

For two hours, nothing else has broken the quiet of the Duke’s office. Two hours too long, by Wriothesley’s measure. He glances at the clock, hand continuing to sign his name by sheer muscle memory.

Are you getting any rest? Did the chamomile from your tea an hour ago help at all, or are the throes of fever keeping you awake? Does he have the right ingredients to make you beef stew? Preoccupied, he writes “soup” on the signature line of a prisoner release form by mistake.

He sighs, pinching the crooked bridge of his nose between his fingers. They’re as cold as ever. He misses the warmth of yours unspeakably.

The next thirty minutes pass like an eternity. Surely, Sigewinne would be at his side in an instant if you were awake. His presence there now would only serve to wake you from much-needed rest and defer his backlog of paperwork even more. Neither of these points keeps him from staring the clock down like he’s in the ring again.

Suddenly, there’s a quiet knock on his door and Wriothesley snaps to attention, nearly knocking over an inkwell in his haste. Sigewinne enters without his bidding, an unreadable expression on her kind face. She doesn’t wait for his question before she answers it.

“Yes, the tea put her to sleep, and yes, she’s awake now.”

His features relax in a moment, the furrow in his brow smoothing.

“I’m afraid she’s not any better than she was this morning, however. I would have really liked to see her fever come down by now...” The Melusine trails off, her small hand on her chin and a pout on her face. “The chill probably isn’t doing her much good, either.”

Her boss, however, is already halfway downstairs, pulling his coat on as he takes the steps two at a time. Sigewinne sighs as she turns to follow him at a much slower pace. So predictable when his wife is involved.

In contrast to the speed at which he crosses the fortress to your shared living quarters, Wriothesley’s steps are soft as he nears your bedroom door.

“Sweetheart? Are you up?”

A weak cough answers him. He’s by the bedside in a moment, kneeling and pushing aside the curtain that hides you from him. Your eyes squint a bit as the sickly light of the fortress filters in, and his hand moves up to shield your face as he appears in your field of vision.

Despite the red ringing your eyes and nose and the congestion in your breathing, you smile up at him and his heart almost jumps out of his chest.

“Hi, darling.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. “Hi. Feeling any better?”

You shake your head slightly, your hair fanning out on the pillow beneath you. He silently gathers it in one hand and moves it away from your neck as he waits for you to continue. The brush of his cool hand against your flushed skin feels incredible and you bring your hand to rest on his, a silent entreaty to keep it there.

“Sigewinne says I’m in the worst of it now and that from here-” you stop to cough, Wriothesley’s eyes raking over your frame as it shakes with the effort. “-from here it should be uphill. As long as I can rest up today.”

He pushes the hair back from your forehead with his other hand, stroking it absentmindedly. “Well, we’ll have to stick it out until tomorrow then, huh?” The grin he shoots you, all teeth, does more for you than you think any of the medicine on your bedside table has.

That’s why you’re as surprised as he is when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. You hadn’t even known they were there until now, but suddenly it’s so much harder to breathe than it was and Wriothesley is a swimming blur in front of you. The shooting pain in your head, dulled to an ache until now, comes back in full force as your body curls in on itself and your temple meets your husband’s shoulder.

You don’t know if you’re crying from the headache, from exhaustion, or from something else, and your mind is too foggy to care. All you can do is be held as his arms come to rest firmly around you and he pulls you to him, murmuring words of comfort.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry... I wish I could do more.” Your hands grip his collar a little tighter as you sob into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I know, love. You’ll feel better soon, I promise. Sigewinne and I are gonna take care of everything, okay?”

There’s an edge of concern to his voice that you can hear even through the haze of sickness. You hate it. It’s likely just the seasonal flu; half the Fortress has had it at some point this winter. The thought of how much you were making him worry over something so small as this...

“I know what you’re thinking. Stop it,” Wriothesley gently reprimands, his cool fingers stroking your forehead again. You can feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against the heated skin. “You’re not being a baby about anything. You hear me?”

Your silence speaks volumes. He laughs a little, the sound loud in the silence of your bedroom. “I know you well, don’t I?”

It takes a while for your tears to completely subside. When you’re finished sniffling against his collar, he props you up against the headboard with pillows behind your back. You’re more congested than ever, something your husband has the nerve to laugh at as he hands you tissues, but there’s no unkindness in his tone.

He disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes as you doze, exhausted from the effort of crying for so long. When he eases the door open again, he’s carrying a tray with a teacup and pot (of course) and a bowl of something that smells warm and comforting.

“Hmm. Excellent room service this place has. The waiter is a little scruffy, though,” you say as Wriothesley places it on your lap, tucking in the covers around you.

He gives you a fake look of injury. “How dare you, ma’am. I’ll have you know I’m too worried about my wife to shave, who I’m afraid is deathly ill,” he sighs, stroking the stubble on his jaw. He spoons soup into your mouth before you can retort, stifling a smile.

Once you’ve drained half the soup, Wriothesley seems satisfied. He removes the tray from your lap and takes your hand, bringing it to his own forehead.

“Oh, no. How awful.” He shoots you a glance. “It appears the Duke of the Fortress has come down with something.”

You raise an eyebrow. His forehead is as cool as the rest of him is. “Really.”

“Oh, yes,” he says, flopping onto your lap. “It looks like he’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day.”

You laugh, wincing when it makes your head throb. “The Duke sounds like a slacker, if you ask me.”

“Well, everyone knows that,” Wriothesley murmurs, burying his face into your thigh. “They’ll have to tell my boss about it.” You feel him grin against your leg.

You sigh, feigning exasperation. “What a shame. I was just about to ask him to dinner, too.”

Wriothesley has migrated to his side of the bed by now and is nestling into your side with the stubbornness of a dog. “Don’t worry, I hear he’s a messy eater. Absolute carnivore.”

Your hands come to rest on his head, the soft grey strands tickling your palms. “You know you’re going to get sick, right? I’m highly contagious.”

No answer.

“You’re the head of the Fortress, Wrio. If you get laid up, Sigewinne might put a bounty out on you. She seems like the type.”

Your husband murmurs into your side, already half-asleep. “She’ll have to catch me first.”

Despite your many blankets and the body next to you, a sudden chill runs through you and you stiffen. He feels it, arms tightening around your waist.

“Fever pills are on the bedside in the white bottle. Water is next to it.”

You smile. “Thank you, darling.” He hums in response.

A few days later, you’re well enough to leave your room again. Sigewinne would be thrilled, if not for your husband, who looks more smug than any sick man has a right to be.

He sniffles, burrowing into your sheets again as the Melusine glares daggers at him. “I’ll be fine. My wife loves me and I have leftover soup in the fridge. What else does a man need?”

#wriothesley #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley x reader #fem!reader #mairon if u see this please feel better #this is also lowkey for me the next time i get sick #just planning ahead ig #anyway. simp wrio agenda

[archivernon]

WALTZ OF FOUR LEFT FEET.

SYPNOSIS: for a while now, you've been admiring jeon wonwoo from afar, not bothering to confess nor disclose such information about your feelings—you've fully accepted that maybe... maybe he see's no interest in you none other than a great friend.

wc: 2.2k (and a few changes)

notes: angst? fluff? nonidol!jeon wonwoo, fem reader, ft. yoon jeonghan. title and plot is all&all fully inspired by the song: waltz on four left feet by shirebound & busking, a really great song btw! not proofread so any grammatical or typographical errors are all my fault TT. lmk if i missed anything!

you're sitting across the jet-black haired man, his glasses peacefully sitting just below the bridge of his nose, the fringe of his hair dancing as the wind blows ever so gently inbetween the gaps of his hair. the butterscotch sunrise was pulchritudinous, painting itself behind the man—being able to excuse as watching the sunrise, but god knows you were not looking at the view at all, not even once when he came in sight. sighing in defeat as you uncomfortably shifted on the bench.

"and there she is." jeonghan's voice echoed through your mind, taking a seat next to you without asking if it was taken, in which it was totally not but it is reserved in case wonwoo wants to sit next to you. "pardon...?" breaking out of the trance and loosing eye contact over wonwoo's figure.

"oh, my y/n." jeonghan sighed, slouching on the bench. hands on the chair making you distance yourself away from him. "what a gentleman." you murmured, rolling your eyes on him. for a while, you were slouching too. resting your weight on jeonghan's shoulder as you, once again, watched his figure from afar.

"so, when?"

the question floated around your mind, going round in circles.

"jeong... you know i appreciate your concern. i do, really." you paused, trying thinking of the right words to use for a reply. "but i also want you to respect my decision on keeping quiet about my feelings." internally cursing, miserably failing.

he remained quiet, as if mimicking the gesture you did earlier—thinking of the precise words to use in this situation. yoon jeonghan isn't the type to get sentimental, you'd rarely hear him getting serious and be involve in deep talks such as what you guys are having at the moment, it's unfamiliar of him to do so.

"sweetheart. how about... thinking about yourself hm?"

"don't bottle your feelings in a bubble, it'll force itself to pop, would you rather that than going at your own pace?" he questioned, almost interrogating you. his eyes scrutinizing every of your reaction, feeling shy under his gaze.

"for instance, see that cloud?" he pointed at the area where it predicts an upcoming rain, the grey cloud floating lonely and slowly moving towards your direction.

"that cloud... is going to burst as soon as it stops above our area, why? because... it's holding itself back from breaking down; and there's someone i know who also bottles up their emotion." he winked at you before comfortably sitting, as if the bench is pulling him down as one.

"are we talking about me or..." you choked out a laugh, at the corner of your eye you see him pouting. "what i'm saying is, if you don't take the risk now, there will be a time you will end up unintentionally confessing, you know what i mean?"

mid-way his sentiments, your eyes drilled on the ground. his words lingering around your mind once again, crossing your arms and choking out a sigh. "that's unusual of you."

"huh?"

"you're not... like this or maybe i just haven't seen this side of you." you mumbled out, letting your mouth release words that pops out of your thoughts and not bothering to think about them.

he merely chuckled at your comment. successfully drifting your mind off of wonwoo who left the area more than a while ago.

"are you okay?" asked wonwoo, the man who you least wanted to be the one talking to you at this state, especially right after what jeonghan just said. "you look like you've read the secrets of the universe."

"shut up."

you expected him to at least chuckle or laugh but the way he looked at you, is like a cat in a shelter begging to be adopted, especially by you. "wons— i didn't mean literally."

"what's on your mind, pray tell?"

you kept quiet, wanting time to pass by until he bids you farewell—but yet wanting time to stop just to be by his side for a little longer. "if... would you rather take the risk or no?" you bit your lip in anticipation.

"take the risk. i mean, it is better than losing a chance or opportunity on something great." he replied, no hesitation nor a thought behind those eyes, almost as if he's heard of that question loads of times. "i don't want to be haunted by the regret of not knowing what the other person was thinking about me or... what they think about my feelings." you bit the inside of your cheek, and you swear that response is directed to you.

"why do you ask? do you have someone in mind?" he teased, and you swear you heard dejection mixing in his tone of voice. your eyes met his, his chocolate irises staring at you, you can't read on know how long he's been staring.

just like yesterday, the sunset painted itself behind the tall figure, the cerulean blue mixing with the honey color of the sun's hues; and for once you felt grateful for being alive. it felt like you were in a museum and is looking at the painting of vincent van gogh's starry night.

"sorry... what?" upon realizing time doesn't stop, you snapped out of your trance. "don't worry about it." he smiled, annoyingly, by instinct you showed a small smile after his. he was as beautiful as the starry night.

"let me guess, my dear beautiful y/n." jeonghan paced back and forth infront of you. "you haven't told him?" you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes for the nth time.

"don't pressure me!"

"i'm not!"

he teasingly smiled, laughing at your face. jeonghan stopped and looked at you, his eyes displayed a worrying emotion as he placed his hand just above his hips, a sigh forcing itself out of his mouth.

"i... i can't."

"i-i swear sometimes i think... i think i ha-have a chance but most of the time i think... that's-that's just how he is." you stuttered, blabbering away your feelings to your best friend, not giving any thoughts on what you're saying. another sigh leaves his lips, this time a bit more loud and deep.

"jeonghan! it's not like i'm gonna die if i don't get to hold his hand at least once in this lifetime."

"so you think in another lifetime you guys are together?" he raised his brows, amused by your mind. "it doesn't hurt to imagine..." and he laughed, hands clutching his stomach and dropping on his soft bed. "it also doesn't hurt to confess."

"that is!... out of topic."

"it's a suggestion! i'm just saying, y/n. it's doesn't and will never hurt." he said, face planted on the sheets as his arms rest straight on his side, barely even hearing what he said as it's muffled by the sheets.

"whatever you say, mr. know-it-all." you teased, elbowing his back.

"since you're so good at this, maybe you're eyeing someone huh? or or! maybe you do already have someone." you gasped at your own nonsense, dropping down on your back as your hair sprawled around the bed in the process.

"before you assume, i have no one." his head peeked at your figure. "though i am eyeing someone."

"who who!"

"it's a secret!"

"y/n..." wonwoo called out, peeking from behind the wall that separates the kitchen and living room. "wonwoo..." you called out back, also peeking behind the tv, giggling once you see the four-eyed man who's trying and struggling to cook dinner for the both of them. "help?"

you rushed over to his side of the room, discarding the controller and pausing the game. taking lead of the food who is clearly gasping for water as wonwoo put a little more less amount of water required.

"your future husband will be lucky to have you." as if air prohibited itself from entering your lungs, you choked out a cough. "too weird?" he smiled, the crease of his cheeks being visible than normal due to the scrunch of his nose—you swear every time you're with him, the description of his presence is always detailed.

"coming from you? definitely." you laughed, turning off the stove. "let's eat?"

you two ate in piece at the counter, once in a while hearing a slurping sound. "wonwoo... do you have anyone in mind?" you asked, mid-way of consuming your noodles.

he didn't say anything, for a while you thought maybe it was a personal question. you worry that you made him feel uncomfortable knowing he doesn't like to open up about his feelings, your fingers fisting itself as you cursed under your breath.

"yeah, actually i do. it's just that... i don't think they feel the same way as i do, i often see her with a close friend of mine. i don't expect anything anymore."

you looked at him and he was already staring at you. "eh?"

"i try not to think about it. but i always fail, she just looks... more happy with him." he sorrowly responded, you almost feel regret at asking such a question. "well... maybe she's just... i don't know." oh how you failed miserably at comforting wonwoo, making him chuckle at your attempt.

"don't worry about it, i'm glad that she's happy, it makes me happy too."

regardless of the fact that you're already eating ramen yet your mouth felt dry, gulping every now and then as each minute passes by with no words exchanged. "how about you?" he asked, breaking the awkward. "me...? oh, yeah." you licked your lips trying to wet the dryness of it. "i don't think he feels the same way."

"why?"

"it feels as though... his gestures or... or the way he is with me, i feel like he's like that with everyone, y'know? i can't predict or read him like usual when it comes to this, he's way too unpredictable." emphasizing on unpredictable. you sighed in relief, finally getting that out of your chest—now the next thing you need to get out, is in your heart.

"is that so? but if you don't do anything about it then you're never gonna find out what his actual feelings are." he toyed with his food, not having the appetite anymore.

you felt uncomfortable. guilt is eating you up instead of the untouched ramen on your bowl, the conversation feels like two people pinning and misunderstanding each others feelings.

"but who am i kidding? it's your decision, y/n. do what you feel is best for you." he smiled.

and for once you wished he never smiled nor said anything after. each of his expressions and words felt like a grappling hook, pulling you towards him even more than you want. you wished you never invited him to your place, you wished you never sparked up that conversation.

"i like you."

...

what?

"i've realized all these advise that i give about taking risk, i never actually applied it to myself. but now we're on this topic why not just give in to my fears?" he smiled, leaning on the marble counter, his muscle flexing. his glasses slowly dropping down his nose, eyes closed; indicating he's afraid of the present time.

"wonwoo..." you called out, mouth agape. "well i guess now i can say... maybe he's not like that to everyone but me?"

he looked up at you, pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose. "wait..." slowly, a smile appeared on his lips, the same crease on his cheeks showing as his nose scrunched. "holy— for real?"

"aren't i too obvious about it? by now i thought you'd know since you're so good at reading others."

he shook his head, the fringe of his hair swaying side to side at the gesture. "i always figured you and jeonghan had something, considering the fact that he has a crush on you too."

wait... what?

"so, wonwoo told you?"

you never really noticed anything about jeonghan, but now looking closely he was just as beautiful as the sunrise and sunset behind wonwoo every time you admire him. jeonghan has always been by your side at times when you're being hopelessly in love with his best friend.

"unintentionally."

he laughs at the thought that his own words backfired at him, unintentionally confessing.

"why did you never..."

"tell you?" he finished the sentence, looking down at your shoes, the shoes he bought on your birthday.

"i know i know, i make such good advises yet i never apply it to myself but how could i? my own love was too busy noticing the details of another. i'm not too cruel to ruin that, i don't want to be a homewrecker."

you've no words to respond to him, it has always been him to be the first to speak. you never once did the first move on him.

"i kept asking when you're finally going to tell him so i know how and when to brace myself for when the day comes. i've known about wonwoo's feelings for a while now and hearing you both talk about each other? that's why i kept on pushing you."

you apologized, a small 'sorry' but you know that doesn't stop you from hearing the break of his heart, shattering into pieces that is hard to see, an atom shard glass that can't be fixed again.

"you know? if wonwoo never confessed. you gave into your fears and opened up—then maybe, just maybe i could've given you a chance."

he chuckled, annoyance lacing his voice. "and you say this just now?" your shoulders shrugged.

"we're chasing each other, going in circles jeong, and you yourself know, no one is stopping from chasing unless someone gets tired."

#hoshitags #seventeen #svt #wonwoo x you #seventeen wonwoo imagines #svt wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #jeonghan #wonwoo #wonwoo angst #seventeen imagines #jeonghan x reader #wonwoo x reader

[mazeinthemiroh]

you need a holiday [part 3]

pairing: hongjoong x best friend! reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn / slow romance, comfort, slight crack

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, allusions to mental health issues

summary: hongjoong is surprised to find himself at the airport. he didn't think he could do it, but here he was, a suitcase clutched in his hand as he marched to find you.

author's notes: you can find part 1, part 2 , and part 4 here. thanks for all your support for the past two! this part is getting more into the romance/fluff territory, which you guys have been awaiting! i hope you guys enjoy <3 part 4 will be coming out soon ~

'I think your little friend will be joining you after all.'

That's the text you received last night from Wooyoung. And God, you hoped he was right. But still, there was a lot of uncertainty with Hongjoong.

Considering how he has been recently, you couldn't predict his behaviours. He was usually quite a predictable guy. He ordered the same drink at the coffee shop, he painted his nails to match his current hair colour, and he reacted the same way each time when you told him to take a break.

Take a break.

Those words echoed through Hongjoong's mind as he bounded through the airport, the handle of his suitcase clutched in his hand as his pace quickened. His face was covered by a simple white mask, and he wore a black beanie on his head, pulled down to cover his forehead fully.

He felt stressed, agitated. It was only when he saw you, sitting in the seating area and scrolling on your phone, that he felt himself relax. His shoulders dipped as he let out a deep, hearty sigh. 'Breathe,' he told himself, 'Breathing is good.'

Honjoong finally decided to move, before he stood in front of you, releasing the suitcase from his hands so that the handle collided with the floor, making you look up from your phone.

Your eyes were wide at his abrupt appearance, but soon replaced by a knowing look and a small grin.

"Hey, sexy. Fancy seeing you here."

The plane was completely full. A baby in the back was already screeching at the top of its lungs, and the plane wasn't in the sky yet. Many people get themselves organised into their seats, some arguing over which seat number was who's. Suitcases and backs were flung into the compartments at the top. It wasn't was Hongjoond was used to.

Recently, due to his lavish work lifestyle, he had the privilege of travelling more privately, with the comfort of himself and the members, no one else. Travelling so publicly was putting him on edge a bit, along with the fact that he had felt he had abandoned his work for a couple of days of bliss.

Was it going to be worth it?

"Nice fit," you complimented him as your eyes flicked through the brochure of good the plane service provided. Hongjoong was, in fact, wearing a hoodie you bought him for his birthday. He exhaled through his nose and nudged you playfully, before smoothing down his clothes and making sure he was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you could be when you had limited foot room.

"So," your voice was bright and chipper. You seemed to thrive in the morning hours, while Hongjoong was a night owl. It made your dynamic feel a bit off, with Hongjoong behaving unintentionally like a grumpy cat. You wanted to squish his cheeks and ruffle his hair aggressively, but you figured he'd probably bite you. "What made you change your mind about this trip?"

Hongjoong sighed and gazed out the window. He eyed the stairs being taken away from the side of the plane. The engines were on and rearing to go. This was it.

"You hounded on at me. Then Seonghwa. And then Eden," Hongjoong's hands reached up to touch his chapped lips, before diving into his hoodie pocket in search of his lip balm. "So what choice did I have?"

You hummed, not sure how to feel about his answer.

"Sounds like you're getting weaker, Captain," you teased, whilst dragging out your own lip balm for him to use (he seemed to be having immense trouble trying to find his own.) He gave you a nod of thanks and smoothed the balm over his lips, letting out a small laugh at your comment.

"My friends and my crew have eroded my fierceness over the years," he joked, "I'm all soft now. People will no longer fear me."

"People never feared you," you snorted and rolled your eyes, "you think you're an actual pirate?"

Hongjoong was always very aware that he might intimidate people. He never wanted to. But perhaps he was so serious about work or so focused on saying the right things in social situations that, when he was by himself, he would think he was too intense. He was oh so aware of himself, and it drove him crazy.

But he always assumed the worst. You knew no one disliked him because, well, how could they? A leader, trying his hardest to get everything into place, striving for perfection whilst being considerate and compassionate and caring for everyone involved. There was nothing to be afraid of with him. He was honest, truthful, genuine; people knew what they were going to get with him. And there was nothing to be afraid of about that.

The cabin crew went through all the safety procedures. The usual seat-belt, life-jacket, oxygen-mask shenanigans. And then you felt the plane move onto the runway.

"It's like in Turbulence," Hongjoong hummed, trying to make light of the situation despite his confused emotions as he gazed out the window, "it was so cool watching Wooyoung film his part on the runway-"

He turned to face you and his face turned to be full of worry as he caught sight of your low gaze and heavier breathing.

"Hey, what's up," his voice was filled with concern. The plane shook slightly.

You raised your gaze to meet his slightly, "It just freaks me out when the plane takes off. The shaking the loudness, the uncertainty. I know, it's me being silly but-"

"You're not silly," Hongjoong shook his head, "It's going to be okay."

You nodded and stared intently, eyes sparkling a bit. He was a very affirming presence, and would always put other's worries ahead of his own. It was how he coped. If he wasn't focusing on his own problems, he was less likely to worry about them. Caring for other people was such an alluring conviction for him.

"Can I hold your hand?" You asked quietly, so quietly that you thought he had imagined it at first. "Just for the lift-off?"

Hongjoong's lips parted as he looked at you softly, his hand already edging to yours. And when he grasped your hand in his, it was strong and affirming. A gentle squeeze of reassurance, telling you it was all going to be okay.

The plane shook as it sped up, shooting down the runway to gain momentum. Your grip on his hand tightened and your eyes were closed, trying to relax your breathing. He kept an eye on you, his thumb stroking the outside of your hand for an extra tingle of assurance.

A moment more, and the plane was in the air. You let out a sigh of relief and opened your eyes. Still alive.

"You alright?" Hongjoong asked, a small smile on his lips. He already looked like he was starting to relax, himself. Being up in the air must have confirmed to him that he was going on holiday. A vacation. A break. And no matter how bad he felt for leaving work so abruptly, he couldn't help but feel a small, guilty pleasure about it.

"Yeah," you nodded, "thank you."

You both smiled at each other and gazed down, suddenly realising you were still holding each other's hands.

Releasing your grip on each other, you laughed the brief awkwardness away. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, trying not to think much of it.

But Hongjoong started to miss your touch already.

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[sugar-petals]

[✖︎ sub!Lee Felix] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

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⇢ PAIRING. boyfriend!lix + femdom!reader

words. 2k

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, dom!reader, submissive felix, d/s play, fluff & various kinks

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | because which domme doesnt like cute angelic subs 💕 felix was requested plenty after i published a chan (soft sub) and lee know (hard sub) version lately, enjoy!

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

snuggles. snuggles. and more snuggles. and love noises. and he’s singing something cute to come down. it’s all very random, but also predictable in some way: felix is a safe person, he won’t do anything overly wild and disruptive. felix likes to have coffee for aftercare with lots of milky foam on top. or a classic hot chocolate, big mug.

he doesn’t expect you to make it, but is happy when you do. and tell me: which dom wouldn’t want to be a bit of a service top for felix every now and then. it’s only polite for all the extra miles your sweet sub will go in bed. making it together is more likely, anyway. it defies all logic in the world to leave felix in the bedroom by himself with you at the coffee machine when he is just so clingy.

that’s a general golden rule to begin with. at any point of play or during a precarious situation, a dom stays with their sub, especially when bondage is concerned. since felix is open to ropes and other toys, long as they don’t look too scary, he’s in need of your presence and won’t leave your side. complete trust. you’re in the kitchen together very often, so it only makes sense that you prepare hot drinks side by side. unless you need to rest, a heavier session might need some minutes of pure cooldown and a final release of tension.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

felix loves his mullet, you love his mullet, everyone does. especially with his natural hair color, anyway. it’s a terrible-sounding name for something so pretty, mullet. you really need to come up with better nickname.

another body part in your constant top 5 would be his kissy lips. because of how much pleasure they are capable of giving you, and how cupid-shaped they are.

interestingly, he’s not as breast-obsessed as you thought he would be. the likes of han, lee know, you know the mood, these guys are so into it. they can’t stop thinking about their partner’s chest. felix is like changbin in a sense of thinking wow, they’re amazing, that shape, so nice to the touch — but it’s not a constant source of neediness for him. it’s cuddly, that’s what he appreciates.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when everything’s a mess, felix is just getting started. he gets excited by the texture and, as you quickly find out, he’s a certified cumslut. unafraid by anything, anywhere. cum play makes him smile, he enjoys it that much, the little pervert. you’d have a hard time ever seeing him disgusted. felix just doesn’t roll that way. eats you out forever because he wants to thank you, it needs to be sloppy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

king of fingering his own hole, won’t even try to hide it. feels amazingly stimulated. jacks himself off with the other hand while doing so. although he’s embarrassed by his horny face, it’s a huge wave of pleasure.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced. as nice as it would be to deflower him, to baby him like a virgin, felix jokes that he’s a little ran-through. he loves sex and meeting new people, he can set a great atmosphere, and he does know damn well what he’s doing. never let the cute face fool ya. he’s skilled as a sub.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

in any position where he’s getting squeezed. strongly or softly, both is good.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

enjoys rough sexuality, but only to a degree where it’s still possible to make a joke. he can be serious during some play scenes but, well honestly: sunshine is sunshine. felix and his soft sex hours just wouldn’t make sense. he likes it when it’s romantic and pampering. he’s not the only spoiled one, though. he spoils his domme a lot.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

a little bit’s running wild sometimes. othertimes, not a trace. you actually prefer him with a little fuzz, short, thin, and almost curling up from dampness. forgets it sometimes, but asks how you like it. same thing with clothes, really.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sweet talker. in fact, he chats constantly. what is silence? the opposite of lee know if you can picture it, felix is definitely an open book with close to no walls up (at least that’s how his behavior comes across, of course he has boundaries and all). chan has encouraged him to be more like this, so felix owes it to the leader to be more transparent with his top. that is not to say lee know is a manipulator by comparison: he just communicates more briefly and to the point. felix is more flowery for sure.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

constantly. when the lights are out, his palm goes down south. he jacks off fast and passionately, noisy and desperate.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

let the peggery begin. does felix even spend any time off the strap? he can do this forever. however, he’s not the one to take it deeper and deeper. shallow is where it’s at, though he avid in his movement. teasing and longevity over quick and hard: more fun for the two of you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

even on a damn train if that’s in any way feasible. perfectly spontaneous. caters to your every whim, anywhere. if he’s doubtful of the location, if it’s too risky, he will find a quick alternative. felix is polite and considerate to others as well, not just you, which is the greenest ever flag. you’re not a jealous domme. those kind of tops like hyunjin or chan. the girls that felix attracts are more easy-going and easily endeared, not really bothering with envy or possessiveness.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

no-brainer: body contact. what would felix do without cuddling and feeling your skin’s warmth. and hell, lix as a cuddle counterpart is naturally healing. this guy is good for your health inside out. and, that’s why he likes being together with you seeing how his presence benefits you a lot. hey, that’s why he’s your boyfriend.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

blood and pain play. felix is not your local masochist like han `certified screamer‘ jisung, hyunjin or even lee know. felix prefers the gentle femdom aspects of play, making your sexy time filled with crazy stuff just wouldn’t be his cup of tea. though he can be daring. cheeky felix is not a pillow prince incarnate. that’s chan! felix is super flexible and a tinge of brattiness won’t hurt. keeps it interesting.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

felix is going to lap you up like a cat drinking milk. he also loves it when you ask him to suck on your breasts. not very firmly, just lustful enough to make some nice little noises. and with his sexy tongue of course. your hands in his hair, gripping his ponytail.

when it comes to receiving, he throws his head back, yup. sloppy fast blowjobs… he loves it. not a fan of destroying your throat, it’s all about the lips for him, and some lush tongue teasing.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

you call him buck because that’s what his hips do. felix is already pretty, but even more beautiful in lustful ecstasy. it has to be in a cozy environment, though.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s a semi-quickie. felix won’t like the hit-and-run style that, say, seungmin talks about.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is. playfully, with a smile. felix should never ever be underestimated. however, his romantic side is super strong. he makes sure you never feel like you’re lacking someone to squeeze and hug and socialize. if he’s preoccupied with work, he randomly sends a friend of his to check up on you just because. the friend will bring food and flowers signed by lix, and sometimes other presents. small ones, this is not a dramatically lush birthday party every time. just something to make his goddess smile for the day, no experiments, just love.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

neither long nor short but just right.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

pink bondage rope and a bad dragon. his classics. felix is prone to experiment, his open mind and dexterity with toys has lead him down many a kinky path. he prefers to use them on himself rather than you, pretty much constantly. solo time is super important for your boyfriend, that he’s attached to your hip can be misleading. he misses you a lot, but he won’t despair on his own, felix is his own best company when you’re busy and loves the thrill of toys.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

well. have you seen him dance? he can be a big tease with that banging body of his. felix tagging you on his socials to send you and stays into a frenzy with his thirst traps is a seductive move that you quite enjoy, to be honest. he can shake it, his outfits are dazzling, and he’s too cute and kind to ever ignore. felix makes sure he’s a bit more modest than during his single days, though: some things are for your eyes only. the company understands… sometimes. but when he comes home, you always make sure he knows where he belongs anyway with a freaky play session and lots of snuggles.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the girl group songs and solo female artist albums he will blast might as well drown out his immense groaning. but hell, felix is pretty vocal. you always get feedback and `right there, yeah´ replies… he’s the sweetest and most gorgeous.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a sexy phone screen. completely unafraid of saucy material in general. writes rated fanfics here and there. polaroid king next to chan and seungmin who tend to keep things a lot more secret, however. but he’s definitely a child of the internet, so he’s unafraid to use google alrighty. when he has a question he thinks is too silly, he won’t bother his domme and ask the world wide web instead.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

cute man, cute dick. very upright, compact, not huge aka two fists, not short aka one fist, it’s all nice and balanced, and a midrange length does feel best. doesn’t come with some freaky levels of girth — more sleekness, skinnier below the top. a bit column-like as a whole, no? in one word, handy is probably the right way to describe it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his cuddle-o-meter and need to flirt is actually much higher. foreplay is life, and life is foreplay. all else is just the cherry on top. that is felix’ number one very practiced motto.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t tire until he voiced his every compliment. which will take a long time, and no, he doesn’t want to take center stage for its own sake; it just comes out like a waterfall naturally. felix has plenty of commentary on how it all went, and it’s mostly positive anyway. when something went a bit wrong, he won’t sweat it. if there was a terrible mistake, he’ll be downtrodden — and the whole scene is safeworded in an instant, from either you or him, anyway. felix has no incentive to push himself to keep going when something is just faulty. in other words, he’s not the type to just adapt and go, pushing the limits, being tough, like lee know would. felix being a soft sub at heart will always show. which also means he has plenty of energy left during aftercare. no dozing off in sight when you could do all the pillow talk in the world. felix will shoulder your worries and thoughts of all kind and massage you all you want.

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[gaysindistress]

Sad Girl - two

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with. 

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass 

word count: 1.5k

part one: 1 | series master list

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Once she’s in her room, she slams the door and slides down it, sobs leaving her mouth. Her body shakes in effort to release all of the emotions she’s feeling. A hand clasps over her mouth in vain to keep her quiet but anyone within a 20 feet radius of her door would be able to hear her. Suddenly the necklaces that decorate her neck feel suffocating and she blindly claws at her neck. Her nails catch on the diamond “S” her dad gave her for her twentieth birthday and she rips it away from her body as if it’s burning her. It clatters on the floor, sliding across the room but it’s not enough. She stumbles to stand and stomps her heel down on the charm as hard as she can. Cracking and crunching combine with her sobs to create the saddest song she’s heard in a long time.

Finally satisfied that she’s destroyed the charm, she kicks the pile of ruined jewelry and drags herself to her closet. A black hard-shell suitcase is yanked off the top shelf and she begins to shove whatever clothes she can into it. The tears make it difficult for her to see what exactly she’s packing but a part of her knows that she’ll either buy new clothes or James will have all of her belongings brought over. She slams it closed and hauls to overpacked suitcase to her bed. In her haste, she doesn’t hear the knock at the door or the following sound of it opening. Rifling through her night stand drawers, the person who entered takes a seat in a corner chair she only keeps to throw clothes on when she’s trying to decide an outfit. 

“Fuck!” she yells to herself when she can’t find the pistol she keeps hidden in her nightstand. 

“You father said you’d go looking for that so I had his men take it,” the person says from the corner. 

She whips around to see James sitting with his ankle on his knee, that very pistol resting in his lap. 

“Glad to know you went through my panty drawer before agreeing to kidnap me.”

“First of all no one went through your panty drawer. Second you father had someone take it and lastly I’m not kidnapping you. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. The decision is yours.” 

“Yeah right. I stay here and my father risks losing his contract and god knowns what will happen to me. I go with you and I’ll be locked away in some bullshit cage for the rest of my life. Sounds like I have some real great options,” she mumbles as she pulls a safe from under her bed. 

“I never said that they were good choices, just that you had them,” James examines the safe, “A safe under the bed seems too predictable doesn’t it, Doll?”

She doesn’t answer him, only rolling her eyes and grabbing out the few documents and jewelry box that sit inside of her predictable safe. Shoving them into her overcoat pocket, she puts her blazer and overcoat back on. At this point, she isn’t sure what the hell else to pack and she doesn’t feel like thinking about it anymore. She grabs her phone charger and shoves that into the purse she left here before storming her father’s office. Next she goes to her own desk on the opposite side of the room from James. 

James tilts his head in observation, making an inventory of the things she’s grabbing:

Computer 

Charger

Files

Pens 

A book that he makes a note to figure out the title

His list taking is broken by the sound of heels and rolling wheels coming his way. The woman stands in front of him, hand out stretched and asking for the gun he holds. Shaking his head, he stands and slips it into the back of his waistband. 

“I know you’re more than capable to handling your guns but I’m not giving you the chance to prove that,” he chuckles lowly and grabs the rolling suitcase from her. 

“After you, Doll.”

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Descending down the stairs that lead into the house, James has a hand placed on the small of her back with her suitcase in his other hand. She keeps her head down, hair creating a barrier from the real world and the one she’s trying to construct in her head. Her father is standing at the bottom of the stairs and in the way of the car door. Steve is talking to him, keeping him occupied so James and her can get into the car quickly. James stops to hand the bag off to one of his men and gently nudges her away so she can slip in before her father stops her. 

“Where is my goodbye hug, darling?” Mr. Stark exclaims with his arms wide open, daring her to make a move. 

Sighing, she grabs the gun James tucked in his waistband earlier and points it at her father in one movement. 

“Fuck you,” she sneers, leveling the gun and her gaze in between his eyes. She is seconds away from squeezing the trigger but James wraps a hand around her wrist and pulls the gun away from her. 

“Don’t. It won’t make you feel better,” he says to her, passing the gun off to Steve and ushers her into the black SUV. 

The world is blur as she climbs into the middle seat, tears starting to well in her eyes again but she can’t let them see her cry again. James slides into the place next to her and muffled voices can be heard from around the vehicle. The truck opens and her suitcase is tossed in, the conversation becoming clear that Mr. Stark is less than pleased with her ‘goodbye’. Steve is the next to get in on her right side, saying something to James and then to the driver. She stares at her hands, rings staring back at her. Internally she’s hoping that her hair is providing enough cover that no one will notice her tears or the blank expression she’s wearing. 

A hand comes into her view, placing itself on her knee. She knows that it isn’t Steve’s because there isn’t a watch and the signet ring has a “B” engraved on it. She doesn’t hear what James is asking her because she’s too focused on his hand and whether or not she should push it off. It squeezes her knee and she barely steals a glance at him. 

“Do you want me to have someone pick up the rest of your stuff tomorrow?”

She nods. 

“When we get to my house, I’ll have Nat show you around and if you want, you can join us for dinner. You won’t offend me if you choose to just stay in your room.”

She nods again, staring at that “B” signet ring. 

The rest of the drive is silent aside from the occasional comment from one of the men in the car. She doesn’t say a single thing and the signet ring doesn’t leave her view.

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“I’m not sure what you want to see today but this is the kitchen. Feel free to take whatever you want,” the red head explains pointing to her right as the two women make their way through the dark industrial house.

“Down there is his office. He has this door policy but he can explain all of that later. Your room is up here,” she leads the quiet woman up the stairs, “His room is over here and this is yours.”

They stop at double black doors and Natasha opens them into a rather simple bedroom. There is a bed centered along the back brick wall, a desk in front of the window with the closet next to the bathroom. There aren’t any decorations, leaving the brick and black walls bare. It feels sterile compared to her old room but she doesn’t believe she’ll be staying in here for much longer. 

“He wanted to leave it as simple as possible so you could change whatever you wanted. Tomorrow some of the guys will go get your stuff so you can make a list or they’ll just pack everything,” Natasha tells her, “he said he already told you but dinner will be at 7 so you can join us or I’ll have someone bring it up for you. He really does want you to feel comfortable given the circumstances.” 

She nods and sets her purse down on the desk. Tossing her suitcase on the bench in front of the bed, she turns to Natasha. 

“Thank you. I think I might just stay here for a while.” 

Natasha offers a sad smile and closes the doors, locking the fallen Stark daughter in her cage. 

She sinks to the floor and draws her knees into her chest as she finally lets out the sob that she’s been keeping in since her father’s house. 

From outside of the door, Natasha’s heart breaks at the sound of her sobs. Expensive shoes hit the stone stairs loudly and draws her attention away from the door. James appears at the top of the stairs, giving her a questioning look. She just shakes her head meeting him and leads him back down the stairs. 

“I would just leave her alone for the night. She isn’t in the mood to handle visitors. And yes I pointed out your office and room if she felt like seeing you,” Natasha answers before he can even ask. 

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[abeautylives]

Imperfect Moments - Chapter Two

a/n: Strange Horizons Nashville twins. That is all.

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pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: 2.3k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

warnings: 18+ minors stay away, language, emotional pain if you’ve ever seen them live and miss them terribly, unwanted attention (discomfort, unwanted touching, nothing graphic but could be triggering to some), mentions of sexual situations and masterbation (m.)

Strange Horizons. You know Josh penned the lyrics that inspired the name, but Jake’s obsession with piracy is written all over it.

The band was going back on tour, but they’re starting at home and you were finally going to see them do what they do best. Josh had offered you some kind of special seat reserved for friends or family, but you told him you wanted the full experience from the pit.

“Are you gonna turn into a groupie, darling? We plan to put on quite a show, you might just fall in love with one of us,” he pokes at you, but doesn’t seem to notice the evidence of the heat that rushes to your cheeks.

“Maybe I’ll just find a spot on Jake’s side, then we don’t have to worry about it.”

His sharp laughter warms your cheeks further.

By the time they’re set to take the stage that night, you’d found yourself exactly where you’d predicted, though not intentionally. You hadn’t expected the crowd to be quite so dense, but it seemed that after their album release earlier in the year, a ton of people were eager to see them perform. Despite the horde, you’d wiggled your way toward the front and though you’d tried to make it to center stage, the mass of fans there were steadfast and rooted to their spots.

So here you were, staring over a few rows of heads at an empty portion of the stage where you knew Jake would soon appear. Great.

Luckily your view of the middle section of the stage seemed to be mostly unobstructed, and no matter what you’d be able to hear Josh’s voice. You’re smiling to yourself when the person next to you taps your shoulder and starts speaking over the pre-show music.

“How’d you get that pass?” She’s referring to the lanyard hanging around your neck, granting you backstage access if you wanted to head that way toward the end of the show. “They weren’t selling those, I checked.”

I know the band sounded smug, even in your head, but… it’s true. “I, uhh-“

The lights go down and your nonexistent answer is cut short by the roar of the crowd. A recording of Josh’s voice is playing, paired with a video displayed on the jumbotron screens.

And finally, one by one, the guys take the stage. Jake takes his place third, and when Josh appears the crowd is completely gone. He looks beautiful in white, which of course you knew, but he’s radiant right now. Home at last.

Sam takes to the keys and as the opening notes of Heat Above ring through the amphitheater, somehow Josh’s eyes find you. His smile is bright but you know he’s nervous, they’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. You give him the biggest smile you can physically manage before shouting “You got this!”

And he truly did. As the seemingly impossible notes burst forth from his lips, only enhanced by the thousands of people singing along, you think that you couldn’t love him more than you do right now. You know the entire audience is enamored with him as well.

You moved with the crowd, sang with them, eyes only leaving Josh momentarily as your view was interrupted when Jake joined his side to share the microphone, and again as he worked the stage nearer to Sam at the start of a drum solo. It’s during those few minutes that for the first time of the night, you allow yourself to assess Jake’s appearance.

His tailor made suit is a dark blue, embroidered with a floral design, and fitted perfectly to his body. His chest is bare underneath, which is a normal occurrence and nothing you haven’t seen before.

He looks good, but he always does. Right now though, on stage and living what you know has always been his dream, he looks… really fucking good.

Aside from some plucking at an acoustic guitar and videos Josh had sent you to watch, you’ve never actually seen him play. As just another face in a sea of them, you let yourself drown in him for the next couple of songs. This Jake is different from any other version of him you’ve encountered - he looks happy, comfortable, completely in his element with a guitar slung over his shoulder and laying across his hips. The fans are eating it up, yelling his name and screaming when he moves close to the edge of the stage.

You can’t help but notice that he’s also sweating, his face is glowing with it, his hair stuck to it on his cheeks and the sides of his neck.

Unable to take your eyes off of him, you don’t even realize how long you’ve been watching until he goes into a guitar solo that you easily recognize, and suddenly Josh is bouncing into your line of sight again with a tambourine in hand. He’s not necessarily the star of this particular part of the show but you focus your attention on him as he seems to get lost in his brother’s music.

They really are meant to be experienced this way, live and loud, and you’re terribly proud of them. All of them.

When they leave the stage the crowd is buzzing, but the girl from earlier is tapping on your shoulder again. “Do you know them or something? I asked my friend and she said I was right, they didn’t sell any backstage passes. How did you get it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah I know Jo- the singer. Well, all of them. We’re-“

“Are you his girlfriend?! I didn’t think he had one, I've never seen you before.”

You can feel the blush creeping across your skin as you try to figure a way out of this conversation, but there’s nowhere for you to go. You could push your way through and out of the pit, but you want to see at least most of the encore. Fuck.

“Um, no, just friends. Like I said, with all of them.”

“Oh, okay. That’s really cool.” She’s already turned to her other side to whisper into her friend’s ear, so you take your opportunity to tune her presence out. Just in time, Sam reappears onto the stage and all focus is back on him. You’re uncomfortable now though, flustered and barely able to pay attention to what is easily one of your favorite songs. You keep your eyes on Josh as he makes his way back to center stage and he’s able to find you again, a smile and a wave in your direction calm your unease but the girl next to you notices it.

“Holy shit he does know you!”

Ignoring her, you smile and wave back before moving your gaze to Jake. Shit. He’s found you in the crowd for the first time and his eyes are definitely not sparkling with the same light that you’d found in his twin’s, but they’re locked onto yours and you can’t look away.

You’ve seen the look before, distinct aversion shaping his features. Instead of returning fire with your own look of disgust, you grin at him. The way his eyebrows shoot up in confusion is a memory you’ll cherish forever, and it only encourages you to stretch your smile even bigger. Right before your eyes, you watch his face transform as his fingers move into position to play.

Jake Kiszka is smiling back at you, a close-lipped, almost shy looking thing. You feel your mouth drop open slightly, paralyzed by it. He’s smiled at you once, the entire time you’ve known him, and it was the first time you met him.

Your shock is not lost on him, his thoughts are similar to your previous ones. He’ll remember this moment. To really cement it in his mind, he puckers his lips at you and juts his chin in your direction. Your jaw drops further and his smile is now nearly splitting his face in half.

What. The. Fuck?

Frozen like that for a few seconds too long, when you shake yourself out of it you realize he’s back to focusing on his craft and his fans, playing to the crowd, smiling at the faces on the barricade. You’d like to think his attention to you had been the same, nothing but a performance, but it certainly didn’t feel that way and you can feel the eyes of the girl next to you burning holes in the side of your face. When you chance a glance in her direction, she looks as dumbfounded as you feel.

Time to go.

Pushing past her and through the crowd as politely as you can manage, you feel like you can breathe again as soon as you’re out of the pit and moving toward the side of the stage. You flash the pass around your neck to a security guard who holds you up for a few minutes as he confirms that you have permission to go further. Once he does, he passes you off to another person to lead you to a green room where you sit on a well worn couch picking your nails for what feels like a very long time.

When the door bursts open and the guys bound into the room, your eyes find Josh immediately. He’s sweaty, they all are, but he’s glowing and the excitement is rolling off of him and electrifying the stale air of the green room. You can feel it hit you as you stand to congratulate them, but when you move toward him he breezes past you to grab a bottle of water.

Jake watches as your face drops in disappointment but you resituate a smile into place quickly before directing your attention to Sam and Danny, offering them each a hug and a congratulatory kiss on each cheek.

Still high on adrenaline, he can’t stop himself.

“Where’s mine then?”

All heads snap to face him.

“What? I don’t deserve a kiss for a job well done?” A smirk is gracing his lips and once again he’s caused you to feel unnerved and off-balance. You’d prefer if he’d continue to ignore you the way you’ve become accustomed to.

No one else has said a word, this display is uncharacteristic enough to stun you all into silence but he’s decided he’s not done yet.

As your wide eyes stay trained on his face, you feel them threaten to bulge out of your skull when he saunters over to you, wraps an arm around your waist and circles the other around your back. With a hand pressed between your shoulder blades, he pulls you close until the tip of his nose is almost touching yours.

Lowering his volume, but not so much that the others can’t hear, he murmurs, “Tell me I did a good job, sweetheart.”

What the fuck is happening here?

His proximity has effectively sucked the air from your lungs, the heat rolling off of him is suffocating, so it leaves you as a whisper, “Jake… what are you doing?”

He drops his volume again, to match yours. “I know you enjoyed it, I just wanna hear it from you.”

Without moving your face away from his, you scan your eyes past him to find the others are staring. Waiting to see this play out. Josh’s expression is difficult to read but he mostly appears entertained, curious but not upset at all that his brother has wrapped himself around you and pressed his body against yours.

Clearing your throat so that the others will hear, and this will be over, you tell him, “You guys were all amazing, you should definitely be proud of yourselves.”

It’s not good enough for him so he doesn’t release you. Maintaining his hushed tone, he asks again, “So where’s my kiss?”

You don’t know what else to do, so you lean in closer and peck your lips against his cheek, pulling away immediately after. Satisfied, he lets go of you.

Josh is instantly swooping in and scooping you off of your feet, laughing loudly as he swings you around. “See darling? It’s not so hard to be nice to each other, let’s celebrate!” His joy is infectious and you feel the tension of the last few moments melt away as you laugh with him.

Once you’re set back onto your feet you throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight.

“Josh, you were perfect out there. Really, it was so great.”

He’s beaming back at you before he presents his cheek to you and taps it twice with his fingertip. Without hesitation you press a kiss there and giggle as he turns for one on the other side.

That night, you have trouble falling asleep. Very specific moments are running through your mind, but there are two intertwined that you can’t help but over analyze.

Jake had rattled you after the show, for sure. You’d never seen him behave that way, and especially not with you, but worse than that… Josh didn’t seem to care all that much that his brother was making you uncomfortable, touching you, begging for your approval. You’re upset with yourself for expecting anything different.

Inversely, Jake had knocked out as soon as his head hit the pillow. After a few celebratory drinks, you’d all gone your separate ways and the guys intended to get enough rest in preparation for another show the following night.

Not totally unusual for him, he dreamt of you. You popped up there every once in a while, which could be expected considering you were always invading the space he shared with Josh. More atypically however, this dream version of you was naked in his lap and riding him slowly, whimpering his name and words of praise. Not telling him how good he was fucking you, but how well he had played, how talented he is.

The next morning, you woke up groggy and unrested. Jake woke up hard, painfully so, and he didn’t even try to stop himself from replaying his dreams behind his eyelids when his fist was wrapped around his dick in the shower.

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[paraliveimaginesblog]

hello, may i request a scenario of iori giving his s/o one of his rings? whether it’s for recognition, protection, or proposal purposes is up to you. thank you!

Iori Suiseki:

You had spent the night before drinking.

You always had a good time with Iori, it was hard not to have a smile on your face with such an infectious laugh constantly ringing in your ears. Anyone who knew him would say he felt the same, that it was hard for his angry thoughts to catch up with him when he was with you. There was a semblance of peace that spread through his heart throughout his entire body, his shoulders finally relaxed as he leaned against you.

The trip to the bedroom isn’t anything you thought it would be either, the two of you tripping over each other in a fit of giggles. It was rare that he chose to stay the night but it always made your heart soar when he did, knowing you’d get that extra cuddle time in the morning as you always convinced him to stay an extra hour or two. Tonight had been no different, an arm around your shoulder as you walked back to your room, your bed a welcoming sight after a long day.

You collapsed into bed beside each other, a hush coming over the room as you looked up at the ceiling, thinking for the first time in forever that you didn’t know what you were to him. There’s not a chance you were just some person he slept with, as flippant as he appeared Iori was a family man through and through, and if you were just a good lay you wouldn’t know his family as deeply as you did. But there had never been an official title assigned, never a question posed that implied he wanted anything more, the three little words implied each time you gave a kiss goodbye full of longing, begging him to come back soon lest you wither away.

“What are ya thinkin’ about?” Iori poked at your cheek, and you turned your head to face him, wondering how to articulate your thoughts.

This wasn’t the kind of conversation you had when you were tipsy but you had both drank considerably less than normal that night; it would usually mean you were about to be ravished but if that was the case then your clothes would already be on the ground and you’d be partway to a third orgasm now. Did he have something on his mind, and that’s why he asked you?

“Us,” You finally responded, wetting your lips with your tongue; Iori hummed in response, reaching over to thread his fingers with yours. “I just wonder… how you see me.”

“…Hm.” Iori contemplated the question, rubbing his chin with his free hand. “I wonder. The most beautiful person I laid eyes on. Cutest laugh that could brighten up a stormy day. I think lots of things about ya.”

“Yeah, but…” Not quite what you meant, though his compliments make your heart flutter; to know he sees you that way has the butterflies in your stomach kicking up a fuss. Maybe it was best to leave the evening on a good note, especially when you predicted that Iori knew what you meant and purposely drove the conversation in a different direction.

You didn’t want to think about that.

“You know what else I think?” Iori released your hand so he can turn on his side, propping himself up on his elbow with one arm and using his other to reach out, pulling you closer to him. Once you were close his hand rose to your face, cupping your cheek. “I think that I love you.”

“…I know that I love you.”

“…One uppin’ me, huh?” Iori chuckled, lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss. Your fingers dug into the silky material of his shirt, letting out a relieved puff of air when he pulled away. “I won’t let ya have the upper hand for long, just you wait.”

“I look forward to your next challenge~”

When your eyes slide open the next day you can’t help but pout when you see Iori was missing, an usual thing but likely because he had plans that couldn’t be ignored. His spontaneity was something you were familiar with and his coming over last night, even staying, was likely something he chose to do spur of the moment. Your hand suddenly feels odd, a little heavier than normal, and when you reach up to look at it in the thin sliver of sunlight filtering in the room you’re temporarily blinded by the gold sheen reflecting in your eyes.

A ring?!

One you recognized at that.

As you sat up and moved the covers off you the crinkling of paper hits your ears, and after feeling around the bed, you come across a little note written in Iori’s handwriting.

‘Guess I’ll have to stay the night again to explain. See you then. Love ya.’

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling giddier than ever.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive Imagines #Paralive x Reader #Iori Suiseki #Suiseki Iori #iori suiseki x reader #Scenario

[camillescreations]

FINAL PART of my ofmd season 2 teaser analysis!

The last thing I want to talk about before I get into my predictions for the order of events is the constant "Ed wants to murder Stede" imagery and dialogue. We get Olu asking Stede "Do you think Blackbeard's gonna murder you?" And several other hints, like the knife throwing shot

And this shot, where it's clearly meant to represent Ed pointing a gun at Stede (near his heart?)

And then we get this shot of Ed holding the groom cake topper and saying "Fuck you, Stede Bonnet."

So clearly, there's some serious tension on Ed's side. I don't think their reunion is going to go very smoothly, at least at first. But I don't think it'll go bad in the end, as it's super clear Ed still loves Stede. Like, a lot. He's just mad at him for breaking his heart.

And, I'll add, while we are getting all of these hostile vibes from Ed, on Stede's end, there's NOTHING but love. He says he loves being near Ed, breathing the same air as him, he's always thinking about him (okay poet go off). Stede is so smitten and it's so heartbreaking and adorable at the same time.

Okay! On to my very loose prediction for a possible order of events, simply based on this trailer and the images Vanity Fair released.

So we will likely open with Olu looking through his telescope, spotting Stede approaching. They all reunite, and Stede asks where Ed and everyone else is. They explain what Ed did, and then Stede decides that they're all getting off the island and finding the Revenge. I'm guessing they all row away in stedes little boat (is it big enough for all of them?). They go to the nearest land mass, and end up on an island. I'm thinking this is the place where this picture is from.

And we get the scene of Stede grabbing the Wanted poster, telling his crew that Ed isn't a bad guy, etc. I'm guessing it's here that Stede asks around for information on Blackbeards' whereabouts. Maybe Stede doesn't find anything out, so he assumes Ed could be sailing to China, like they discussed on the beach. So they're off to China. But before that, there's a scene of Stede throwing his message in a bottle into the ocean. Also, my guess is that he wrote the note on the back of the wanted poster. Maybe he crossed some things off on the other side, like crossed out all the bad stuff and rewrote good stuff. All sappy-like.

Then, I'm guessing still in the first episode, maybe the beginning of the second, we see our first scene of Ed's crew. It starts with the wedding scene, and then we cut to Ed saying "objection" and the chaos ensues. Ed grabs the cake toppers and then later on we have the scene of Ed placing his painted bride topper next to the Stede one. Also maybe when he says to the stede topper "fuck you Stede Bonnet," he'll throw it overboard? That would be another symbolism of "Ed is gonna try and kill Stede, or at least he feels like he wants to in the moment." We can get a nice ominous shot of the topper sinking into the murky ocean.

So Stede's group is on their way to China, and stop at the floating market maybe? And maybe thats where they meet Anne Bonny. Not sure how that will go down. But later on they arrive at China, somewhere along the way meet Susan, and we get the scene of Olu asking Stede if Blackbeard will murder him, and also we'll get Stede's crew in their Chinese outfits. Also probably the scene with Buttons and the Chinese pirates.

What I'm wondering about this image in particular is what are they so surprised/happy about? They are probably seeing a familiar face(s). If it's the crew of Ed's Revenge, this could be where they all find each other again (without Ed, because he's on a beach somewhere). Or maybe it's just Lucius somehow?

So at some point in the middle of all this we might cut to the knife throwing scene with Ed and Izzy, and then maybe after the big storm will hit. That will throw Ed overboard, and the Revenge will be left without a captain once more. Izzy will be very concerned and determined to find Edward, but maybe he will unwittingly lead the crew back to Stede's group in the process?

Okay so once everyone is reunited, Izzy isn't on great terms with Stede, but he could use his help finding Ed, so they form an alliance. Stede gets his ship back, and they are on their way to find Ed. Along the way, we see the "I did a punch!" scene, I'm guessing that happens because the Revenge stormed another vessel? And Izzy agrees to train Stede, hence the sword scene with the candles. Maybe they're training for an upcoming battle? The Vanity Fair article did mention that two armies would be present during the season, one side being Chinese pirates and the other side being navy officers.

And of course we will get scenes of Ed on the beach, having to fend for himself. His makeup will be gone and his beard will have grown a bit longer, which is how we know a bit of time has passed. I wonder if Ed's time on the island will be good or bad for him. Maybe the isolation and time to think, and cool off, will allow him to warm back up to Stede? This could lead to him finding the message in a bottle, too. It would be a pretty funny coincidence.

So I'm thinking that Stede and Ed reuniting happens after a few episodes, maybe episode 4? It would parallel the first season, as Ed didn't show up until episode 3/4. And there's some animosity at first, but they still love each other, so they make up again. Hopefully with that "major romantic moment" Vanity Fair mentioned! And then there will be a build up to the final battle.

And then there's this image, where Ed is wearing Buttons' jacket and sitting next to Spanish Jackie, who looks to be dressed up.

This seems like a potentially sweet scene. Ed has no makeup, his beard is longer (like this photo)

So its obviously later in the season, and he appears to be staring at something/someone lovingly. I'm guessing he's looking at Stede, and this is near the end of the season where everything has calmed down and the whole crew is having fun. Maybe they're finally doing their talent show?

Then of course we have the "Izzy loves Edward" plot line that will surely tug at our heartstrings. I'm looking forward to seeing how that plays out!

Ok, so that's all I've got at the moment. Feel free to tell me your thoughts/predictions in the comments! Here's hoping we get a full length trailer before October so I can analyze some more!

#ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd #stede x ed #edward teach #ed x stede #stede bonnet #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #lgbtq #trailer analysis #analysis #theory

[vodika-vibes]

it’s me again~

and very predictably I’m back for Mereel 😅

May I request either the „then take me“ response to one saying „I want you“ oooor the „Fuck it, I told them to give us two beds!" "Hmm, did you, though?" "I swear I did." because who doesn’t love a good „there was only one bed“ moment 😅🫣

Thaaaaank you ❤️❤️

One Bed

Summary: When you have to go on a mission with Mereel, you're thrilled...right up until the sandstorm starts.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None, some heavy kissing, but no smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I couldn't decide which prompt I liked more, sooo...I used them both, lol. I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

When you found out that you were going on a mission with Mereel, you were excited. Well, about as excited as you could be seeing as it was a work mission, and you’re an inherently lazy person, but having one on one time with Mereel, even if only for work, wasn’t exactly a hardship.

After all, he’s handsome and funny and charming…and just about as perfect a man who's ever existed.

So you put your annoyance at it being a work trip rather than a vacation to the side, and focused on the fact that it was Mereel that you were working with.

And the mission had been going well. Or, well, as well as it could be, given the situation.

And then the storm started.

You tug the collar of your shirt higher, trying to keep the sand out of your mouth and nose, and you squint at Mereel. He’s protected from the sandstorm by virtue of having armor and a helmet, but you aren’t. And your eyes are already burning from all of the fine sand and dust.

“There’s a hotel not far from here,” Mereel says, his voice raised to be heard over the wailing wind, he takes your hand, his visibility better than yours, and he tugs you close, doing his best to shield you from the sand.

True to his word, the hotel wasn’t far away, and as soon as he pushed you inside, and then stumbled in behind you, several people swarmed you. 

“Oh dear,” An old woman said as she ushered you to a small first aid stand near the door, “Let’s get the sand out of your eyes.”

Mereel pulls his helmet off, and he keeps his eyes on you for a moment, before he walks over to the front desk to get a room, or a pair of rooms, for the both of you.

By the time your eyes are cleaned out, and the skin irritation has been cleaned and treated with bacta, Mereel has a room for you to share.

“The hotel is packed, they only have a few rooms available, so we have to share.” Mereel explains as he scans your face, a frown crossing his face when his gaze lingers on your healing injuries.

“That’s alright.” You reply with a small smile, “I’m alright, Mereel.” You add softly.

“Should have given you my helmet,” He grumbles.

“By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late.” You reassure, “The lady who was helping me said that this is a massive storm, she thinks it’s going to last all night.”

“Of course.” Mereel sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go see our room.” He checks the key card once more, and then turns and heads towards the stairs. 

He unlocks the door, and steps into the room, with you hot on his heels, and then his head falls back and he releases a deep, deep sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?” You peek around him, and then look up at him quizzically. It looks like any other hotel room in the galaxy. Bland and boring, with a splash of color from a single painting on the wall. 

“Fuck it,” Mereel grumbles, as he tosses his helmet on the bed, “I told them to give us two beds.”

You flicker your gaze across the room again, and finally take note of the single bed in the room. You feel your face heat in embarrassment, and your stomach flips nervously, but you just flash a teasing smile, “Hm…did you though?”

His head whips around to stare at you, “I swear I did!” He almost yelps, “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

You laugh softly, “Mereel. It was a joke. I know you wouldn’t.”

Some of the tension drains out of his body, “Right. Right, of course.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck, and you smile at him soothingly as you enter the room properly, and sit on the edge of the bed to pull off your boots. “So, I can sleep on the couch-”

“Don’t be silly,” You interrupt, as you drop your boots on the floor, and then kick them against the dresser, “We can share the bed, Mereel.”

“We can…what?” Mereel asks as he turns to look at you.

“We’re both adults,” You point out, “Surely we can share the same bed for one night.”

“Uh…right…”

Your eyebrows creep up your forehead, “Unless you don’t want to share a bed with me, in which case I can sleep on the couch.”

He stares at you for a moment, and then he releases a quiet laugh, before he sits on the bed and starts removing his armor, “Trust me, cyare. I definitely want to share a bed with you.” He says lightly.

“You do?”

He strips himself down to his blacks in under a minute, and he stacks his armor on a chair, and then he looks at you, his gaze heated, “Yeah, mesh’la. More than I should.”

“Uh…what does that mean, exactly.” You ask.

He arches a brow and considers you for a moment, “It means, cyar’ika, that I want you. Have for an embarrassing amount of time, actually.”

Your lips part, and your heart races, “Then take me.” You whisper.

This time his jaw drops, and genuine surprise flitters across his face, “You…seriously?”

“What, you think I’m lying?” You ask.

Mereel doesn’t move for a moment, you’re not sure he’s even breathing. He just stares at you for long enough that you start to get uncomfortable, and you shift your weight on the bed.

And then he’s on top of you, his lips crashing against yours as you topple backwards on the bed. Your fingers slide under his top, pressing into his solid muscles, and he groans in sheer bliss. You feel a surge of delight as you pull that noise from him.

You slide his shirt up, and one of Mereel’s hands slides to cup the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, using his lips and teeth to pull delicious sounds from you.

And then he pulls away, gently tugging your hands from under his shirt, and he moves away from you to lean against the headboard. You make a noise of disappointment and sit up to crawl over to him.

He stops you with a single raised hand, “Hold on, sweetheart.”

You sit back on your heels and you watch him curiously. He takes several deep breaths, and then he opens his eyes, “You’re gorgeous, and perfect…and I am not having sex with you tonight.”

“You’re not?” You ask, sounding disappointed enough that a laugh falls from his lips.

“No. One, you’re injured. Two, we’re on a mission, and three,” He reaches out and lightly trails his fingers over your still irritated skin, and you cringe in discomfort, “And three, I don’t want to rush this. You deserve for me to do this right.”

“I don’t-?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to take you on dates and picnics and buy you flowers and chocolates and make you giggle and swoon over bad poetry,” Mereel says quietly, “I also want to kiss you until you’re breathless and the only thing you can think about is me.”

You turn your head slightly and kiss the palm of his hand, “You want to go slow,” You murmur softly.

“Yes.”

You favor him with a small smile, “I can do slow. But can I still kiss and cuddle you?”

Mereel laughs and opens his arms for you. And you immediately crawl over to him and press your face against his neck. He folds his arms around you, and you feel his lips against the top of your head. You feel safe and warm and protected, so your eyes close and you snuggle closer to him.

#star wars #tcw #mereel skirata x reader #mereel x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Sorry for not posting this yesterday, life got a little too crazy. Two posts will be done today.

Smut-tember 23, Day 22: Warriors x Reader(Fem) - Panic

Summary: A playful night in bed triggers Warriors into a PTSD panic attack. Cia had done a number on him and all he wants is for you to make the memories go away.

Content caution: A blinding PTSD panic attack gets a little physical, but no harm done. (I will be doing something related to Cia for Febuwhump where she unlocks all of Wild's memories. It'll be a 2pt thing, but the second part is Warriors x Wild smut and Wild just wants better memories. I'll be posting the two parts seperatly on here and Ao3.)

Word count: 1,230

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“GET HER OFF! GET HER AWAY!”

The sudden scream coming from Wars startled you, especially since you were the one in his lap, riding him just as he asked you to, his hands tied behind his head with his own scarf. He had been laughing as you playfully nipped at the tip of his ear, collarbone, close to a nipple and at his upper ribs. He had tried to catch your lips with his own, but he was too slow.

Outside the window, the weather took a turn. White filled the room as lightning struck somewhere nearby, the building shaking in its wake. Rain pounding the ground, creating music with the howls of the wind. It was your favorite type of weather. You hummed a happy note, enjoying the sounds outside and it caused you to miss the warning signs of Warriors slipping into a panic attack fueled by his PTSD. You didn’t see his pupils grow wide in fear, breathing growing shorter and the slight tremble in his hands and legs until it was too late.

In shock, you couldn't predict that he would nearly rip his scarf in half to get his hands free and you didn’t think that you would ever have to fight against him, but here you were with him on top of you with no recollection of who you were.

You locked your legs around his midsection, restricting his breathing to slow him down. He didn't try hurting you, just getting you to a more submissive position for his own control. You tried snapping him out of it by saying his birth name. His eyes tried to see through the fog, dilation getting worse then better.

You two rolled off the bed with a loud thud before continuing to grapple. You cursed after screaming for Time and Twilight’s help, remembering that you casted a silence spell. You tried to use Warriors name again to wake him from the images that were playing, but it wasn’t working. Freeing one of your hands for more than a second was proving to be difficult, but finally you did and you did the only thing you could think of. This was something you had seen Sun do to Sky when he became impossible to wake and it worked like a charm. You apologized the whole time you reached for Warriors nipple and gave it a hard twist, stimulating pain to override the panic.

Warriors hollered and released you, sitting up on his knees. You let your legs fall to the side, sighing and thanking whoever was listening for that small trick. Wars rubbed his chest while giving a curse or two. He stopped and looked down at you and you could see it all clicking together in his mind of what happened. “Oh gods… I’m sorry, I am so sorry! Are you okay, did I hurt you? Please tell me I-”

You made him stop by pulling him back down on top of you, arms around his neck. “I’m okay, I swear. I should have been paying more attention, but I wasn’t.”

He was stiff, not holding onto you until you squeezed a little bit firmer. He relaxed into your embrace and buried his face into your neck.

“What happened?” You asked in a voice barely a whisper.

“Memories.”

Carding gentle fingers through his hair, you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head no. You didn’t mention how your shoulder began to feel damp when you asked, “Is there any way I can help?”

“Make me forget? I just want to forget, even if it's only for tonight.” He lifted his face to look down at you. “Help me forget?”

You placed both hands on his cheeks, enjoying how he sighed and pressed more into your palms. If there was anything you could do for him, you wanted to. You brought him down to your lips for a delicate kiss that became dire. He whined beautifully into the fierce lip-lock, robbing you of air as his tongue caressed yours.

The night went from playful tease to a passionate dominance that he needed so he could erase the thought of being under Cia’s wickedness. You pulled his hair when he bit harsher than normal, leaving angry red marks. His grip was bruising on your hips while rutting between your legs and you knew that once there were bruises, that he would lift your tunic at night and apply affectionate pecs to the area without an apology.

You wrapped your legs around him for a different reason now as he plunged back into you, ridding the emptiness you had been feeling. There was no keeping you two quiet as the brutal pace was set. Your back stayed arched nearly the whole time as is cock reached parts of you that made your toes curl, lungs aching from rowdy moans forced from them.

When he pulled you up into his lap, not relenting on his desires related to your body, you left long red welts along his skin. The action had him gasping and begging for more. You bit his bottom lip while doing the next set of lines and in return, he tugged on your hair (properly).

He refused to stay in one place as he fucked all coherent thoughts from both his and your mind. From the sitting position of the floor, you two somehow made it to your feet, well Warriors feet since he was holding you. He had you against the wall, hands spreading you apart, mouth sucking and nipping harshly on any exposed skin he could.

From there it was the bed, him below you. You rode him until he pulled out of you, telling you to face the headboard. You hung your hands up on the top, wiggling your hips at him. He gave a few delicious slaps to your ass before his cock made its way back inside your clenching in want entrance. This quickly became you new favorite position as he kept his front flush to your back, hands switching their attention from your hips, clit, breast, throat then back down to wherever he wanted to be.

You laid your head back on his shoulder, presenting your neck for him to assault with his lips and teeth. He of course did, neither caring that it was going to be seen by the others in the morning. With an animalistic growl that could put Twilight to shame, Wars wrapped a strong around you so you wouldn’t move away. He never once eased his thrusting, but now he was doing things to your clit that had you grabbing his thigh and arm just to hold onto something and it all came crashing as he manipulated your body into hitting one of your greatest climaxes, him following second behind you.

Warriors went from ruthless passion to the attentive lover, soothing your nerves and skin with a soft touch. Neither were in any way shape or form able to move from the spot you collapsed to on the bed to do more than just cover with a thin sheet.

His forehead rested on the back of your neck, warm puffs of air telling you that he had fallen asleep. You smiled, praying that he didn’t see whatever he saw earlier, allowing him to forget just for tonight the horrors of the war.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #warriors x reader #wars x reader #sorry this took so long

[darsynia]

Repeat After Me | Oneshot

(Tony Stark/Reader, Soulmate AU Canon Divergence 'Mob AU')

Summary: You're thriving in Loki's Empire as the most respected smuggler out there. You earned that reputation by remaining neutral, traveling between the city-states run by powerful Magnates like Loki's thrall Tony Stark in NYC or the relocated Wilson Fisk in Miami. It's lucrative business, but the real reason you have to stay moving is written on your arm.

Length | Rating: 3,635 | T (for language)

Notes: Set ten years after Loki successfully mind controlled Tony Stark and took over the world in 2012. My tongue-in-cheek take on a mobster-style AU, series potential if folks are interested.

THIS IS MY VOTE FOR 'SOULMATES' IN ROUND 1 OF TROPE MADNESS 2023 which is run by @thestanceyg! (note: also posted on AO3, same title tho!)

Also written for @caplanbuckybarnes's Three Words Challenge, using 'Don't look back.'

Tags: @ronearoundblindly @chickensarentcheap @themaradaniels @starksbf @tiny-anne @starryeyes2000 @my-soulmate-is-mycroft

Repeat After Me

You might be the only person who has both soulmate Words written on your body.

Repeat after me: don’t look back.

At first, you’d found them comforting. After all, they’re predictable in a way almost no one else’s Words are: if you’re right about them, it means you can choose whether to speak those fateful Words aloud. Then Loki came with his Chitauri army, and everything changed.

It’s been ten years since Lord Loki became the ruler of the world; ten years of societal restructure and bleak acquiescence. It turns out that humans are well adapted to be ruled, just as he’d said-- but perhaps not quite in the way he’d intended. Everyone has figured out their own way to survive, whether it’s in one of the densely populated city-states, the agricultural backwaters, or the uneasy suburban sprawl that straddles both extremes.

You’re one of the few who can travel easily through all three, and you pride yourself on that. Pre-Empire, you’d been a top exec at a shipping company, and your talent for managing large egos, ability to memorize maps, and knowledge of machinery was easily translated to a life as a smuggler. Your top rule? You do not take sides. Ever. It’s what made you successful, what kept you alive.

And no one knows the real reason.

“Zephyr, how long before you head out?”

You’re half-in, half-out of your truck, the open door heavy on your ass thanks to all the armor plating. “Weather looks like it’s gonna hold for another hour and a half, I was thinking forty-five minutes?” you guess, squinting up through the tint on the upper part of the windshield.

“Got time to meet with a potential?” Karl laughs at your obvious groan, adding, “Fancy suit says D.C., maybe New York. Probably shouldn’t risk skipping.” You trust your second in command, even if you don’t want to take his advice. Karl Mordo is pragmatic, honest, and a baronic pain in your ass sometimes.

“Fuck. Okay. But I’m going right now, before I de-grease for the trip.” You hop down and hold up your dirty hands, wiggling your fingers.

“What if they’re from Stark?”

You clench your jaw. “His people should know better, even after two years. We just did Fisk a favor, maybe he’ll remind Loki’s strongman that there’s a reason he relocated to Miami.” 

Karl nods and heads back to the house, and as soon as he’s gone, you hold still and count to ten to calm your breathing. Tony Stark rules the northeast with a literal iron fist, and no one’s sure whether the mind control has turned him cruel or he’d been released years ago and just likes it. Only people Stark trusts have been close enough to know for sure. 

Despite your reputation for neutrality, a few years back he’d sent his clever and ruthless ex-turned-CFO Pepper Potts to ask you to spy on some of the biggest players on the Eastern Seaboard.

It had been the first time you’d gotten close enough to see the electric blue of Loki’s mind control first-hand. Her threats had been articulate and terrifying, but your response ended up having a lasting effect on the way Lord Loki does his business. Word is that the emperor includes additional spells and enchantments to prevent a simple blow to the head from releasing a thrall and undoing years of work. 

You still get messages from Potts, filtered heavily by word of mouth, through the Resistance.

When you get up onto the porch, you note with approval that someone’s already gotten the burly, suited visitor some sweet tea. He turns around, and your heart sinks as you recognize him from news articles. Tony Stark’s sweet-faced associate, Happy Hogan. 

“Zephyr, is it?” he says warmly, reaching out a hand to shake. You offer him your left hand, and he immediately grins. You wear a binding on your right forearm, and it’s basically an open secret that your Words are there. Words you’ve made very clear you intend to remain a secret, on pain of death. “We have a job for you.”

“That’s truly unfortunate,” you say with a smile. “Your boss burned that bridge years ago. All I have is my integrity, I’m sure you understand.” Leaning up against one of the porch pillars, you send all of your anxiety to your legs, to hold you up and maintain the illusion that you’re not distressed. “Since you’ve come all this way, I can offer to connect you to one of the reputable smaller orgs.”

“Interesting you mention integrity. Did you know your right hand man is a known member of the Resistance?” Hogan’s tone is light, almost teasing.

You do your very best not to react, but on its face, you doubt the accusation. Karl had come to you deeply disillusioned by the Resistance, after working with them openly for a year, spending double that in prison, and being released with an interdict that prevented any employment but fieldwork. By the time you brought him in, he was full of quiet fury and determination to survive. The money you spent to clear his interdict was some of the easiest you’ve ever spent.

“I assume you have newer information than 2013?”

Hogan pulls an envelope from his lapel pocket and hands it over. Inside is a set of pictures showing Mordo speaking with and shaking the hand of Steve Rogers, the most wanted man on the continent. Karl’s hair has only been in that particular style for a few months.

You hand them back, keeping your hand steady. “If you can point and shoot pictures, why not point and shoot that particular problem?” The question is important to your public front, but you also want to know what kind of answer you get, whether it’ll be something you want to pass along.

“One step at a time,” Hogan says, walking over to you. He stops only inches away, a physical power play that masks the psychological threat.

“Which step are you on?”

“The one where you come with me to speak to Stark in person, or we reveal how thin your claims of neutrality really are.”

You nod as though you’re considering it, then say, “What if I dismantled everything and moved to Arizona? Started over.” It’ll sound like a joke, but you’ve considered it. You want nothing to do with Stark.

“You’re welcome to make that decision after the meeting.” The guy’s so confident he slides his hands into his pockets, fully relaxed except for the way his pulse is jumping in his neck. There’s zero chance that Hogan’s anxious because of you, so that means it’s important to his future that you leave with him today. If you have to, you’ll use that.

“You act like meeting with Stark won’t destroy my reputation just as much as your false accusations would,” you point out. 

Happy Hogan shrugs. “Stark is prepared to offer you one alternative. Meet with him or give us a credible way to contact Pepper Potts.”

You want to swear under your breath, but instead, you channel all your frustration into a single act of defiance. Lifting your grease-stained right hand, you press it right in the center of his chest, fingers spread so you get his white button-down and both lapels.

Then you shove, letting your hand slip against the resistance he immediately puts up to avoid moving backwards and show weakness. You would have expected anger, maybe even to be thrown to the ground, but Hogan just chuckles. It’s dismissive, diminishing, and does nothing to lower your level of fury. Especially not since he’s got you over a barrel.

You push past him toward the house. “I’m sending Mordo with my load. Your guys fuck with him and I’ll tear down every fucking thing you’ve built or die trying.” Given the clout you’ve accumulated in the last decade, which one depends on whether the emperor is in town to shield his pet Avenger or not.

You hadn’t told Hogan you’re coming with. You both know you have to.

The flight to New York City is stressful, but most of that is because you know how much effort and care it takes to maintain a fleet of airplanes. Now that flights are nearly all restricted to just the Magnates, you doubt the due diligence of their maintenance teams. This is reinforced when you land and walk down a presidential-style rolling staircase instead of into the abandoned airport. It’s hard not to think of what air travel could do for your business. One flight would take so much food from one place to another-- but the safety margins are horrifying.

“What’s with the face?” Happy Hogan asks, after the two of you get into the waiting limo.

“Just imagining how much work it would be to get an orange to Maine nowadays.”

“You don’t have to live in Georgia, you know. The offer’s always open.”

“Fuck your offer, and fuck you,” you say coolly, crossing your arms and looking out the window. There’s a non-zero chance he’ll kill you, but you’ve got a trick up your sleeve that might just carry the kind of irony that would make even a man as powerful as Tony Stark cry. It’s the reason why Hogan wants Potts back, the reason she won’t go, not while he’s in Loki’s thrall.

Midgard hadn’t been interesting enough for the trickster god. No, he’d grown bored by the way most of his new subjects had responded to his rule. Too many of you had accepted that you weren’t strong enough to resist him, and so, with the power granted to him by the staff he always carried, Lord Loki had bestowed each soulmate pair on the planet a random power set.

Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan’s version had been the ability to detect lies.

Tony Stark’s inability to find his soulmate had been newsworthy before the attack on New York, but now that he’s the de facto ruler of the place, his search has become an obsession.

It’s the reason you live in Georgia, the reason you wear the distinctive binding around your right forearm, the reason you’d balanced yourself on the knife-edge of neutrality instead of choosing a side that’s not Stark’s and then leaving yourself vulnerable to being discovered.

Stark’s Words are well known: ‘Don’t look back.’

Ironically, you don’t think he has connected your well-known quirk about protecting your forearm with his soulmate search. He wants you because Lord Loki wants Pepper Potts’ lie detecting powers, and Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff’s soulmate bond is keeping her hidden. Karl Mordo has forsworn his connection to the Mystic Arts, but a man will do many things to prevent his own death, including oathbreaking, so instead of putting pressure on him, they’ll put pressure on you.

And somehow, you’re going to have to resist without speaking a word.

The car is underground when it stops. You nod at Hogan in thanks for his hand as you exit the vehicle, and he cocks his head to the side and looks at you.

“Passive resistance, eh? Good luck.” He leads you through a warren of hallways, stairwells, and locked doors. This display of strength is clearly designed to intimidate and/or give you time to think and fear what comes next, but you wonder whether it’s annoying to Hogan. Undoubtedly he’d be taking the short way if it weren’t for this task, and that kind of time-wasting adds up.

Sure enough, the last leg of the trip is an elevator ride. The doors open out into the wide expanse of the penthouse, a rich space with wall-to-wall windows looking out over the city. A man in a well-fitting white suit walks out from behind a bar area, and you recognize him to be Tony Stark himself. Instead of a tie, the signature blue of his arc reactor glows against the buttons of his shirt, and as he approaches you, you see that it’s matched by the blue tint of mind control in his eyes.

That knowledge is dangerous; already, this man’s leverage over you has doubled. You wonder what you’ll have to promise to get out of here alive. 

Tony Stark stops a foot away and looks you over. His brown-blue eyes linger on your right arm, and as you’d planned during your pseudo perp-walk, you shift into a challenging pose, popping your hip out and lifting your chin. Stark’s lips curve into an appreciative smile. It’s attractive, he’s attractive, and you’re annoyed that you’ve even noticed. Everything about him exudes the confidence of a man who is never challenged, and that’s always been your catnip, your kryptonite. You love to bust egos, it could even be said that you live for popping that bubble. This man might be the first one you’ve ever met whose arrogance is well-deserved, though, and that could be a problem.

He gestures, and behind you, Hogan answers.“No weapons that we found, multiple scans.”

Ah, so the many doorways and long hallways had more than one purpose, you think to yourself. Well played. You stay still and expressionless as Stark looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your chest and your arm. He lifts his glass in an appreciative salute before finishing off his drink. Something about the way his throat works makes you feel the burn of the alcohol in your own chest.

“What’s under the armguard?”

“A nasty burn. Sunlight makes it worse.” It’s the truth-- you’d tried to burn off the words as soon as you’d heard about Tony Stark’s search for his soulmate. The magic of the mark protects it, so all you’d managed to do was destroy the skin around it, causing a wound that never fully healed. The vambrace you wear is for concealment, yes, but it’s also there to keep the damaged skin protected and dry. You turn your head and direct a grumpy look at Hogan. “To be honest, this whole meeting could have been an email. What is it that you two want?”

Before you can stop him, Stark steps forward and slides his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes.  With a fierce, determined expression, he says, “Repeat after me: don’t look back.”

You can feel the strength in every single aspect of the man, voice, personality, grip, but that just fuels your need to fight back. With all your might, you manage to shake your head just enough to convey your refusal.

Tony Stark’s expression lights up. You realize your mistake immediately: if it didn’t mean something, if the words weren't important, you would have had no trouble repeating them. A million impossible escape routes spill out like marbles in your mind, scattering every other thought.

“Go on, Hap. Keep this to yourself for now,” Stark says. The triumph in his voice is as frightening as it is sexy. 

“You got it, boss.”

You fight back a strong feeling of desperate inevitability. Really, your only hope now is to wrench free and follow your contingency plan: to say the words and play them off, avoiding the physical contact that reinforces the bond. If you can convince this man that you planned to trick him into thinking you’re his soulmate, you might still get out of here with your free will intact.

That’ll be easier to do without Hogan there, so you force yourself to remain still. Stark sweeps a broad, warm caress along your neck with his thumb, and god, it’s been so, so long since anyone’s touched you like that. There’s something insidious about it, like some part of you is already lost to him if you enjoy it even a little bit. All you can do is close your eyes, clench your fists, and wait.

The elevator doors close, and Stark starts pulling his hand away, stroking your neck possessively on the way. You do your very best not to like it. In truth, Tony Stark the billionaire, Tony Stark the Avenger was absolutely your type. You imagine that after ten years of mind control and cruelty, there’s probably little of that man left. 

“You might as well say it,” he tells you with a smug little quirk in his voice. You open your eyes to see that Stark’s headed back to the bar. “Got a favorite drink?” You shake your head. “You strike me as a Tequila Sunrise type. Fun to look at, goes down easy.”

You cross your arms and glare at him, but it was a cute line for such a tense situation. Wrong, but cute.

Stark gestures to you with the Tequila bottle. “So, what, did you think you’d just stay quiet and run back home to Georgia? Happy says it didn’t take much persuading.”

You smile at him, but not warmly. One thing you hadn’t considered was that Stark might be pleased, might be looking forward to the other… perks of having a soulmate. That might make him more inclined to be kind to you, at least until you try to bluff him. You can use that.

“Don’t think I can’t see how furious you are, little one,” Stark purrs. “I’m still figuring you out, but I’ve had a file on you for years. You want to know what people say about you?” 

He rests a large hand on a folder you hadn’t noticed before, pushes it across the bar in invitation. You shrug and turn your head to look out the window, the picture of indifference. You hope it pisses him the fuck off.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s all trash now anyway, now that you’ve met with me.” Stark holds it up. “They’ll never trust you again.” He tosses it behind him. When it strikes the wall, the many single pages that made up the bulk of the file fly out around him like some kind of monstrous confetti, to the accompaniment of breaking glass. You wonder how many bottles he just wasted, whether they’re even replaceable in this brave new world you’re all trapped in.

You nod, feeling the weight of the coming moment. Mentally you gird yourself, but physically you try to adopt an attitude of casual discourtesy. You want Stark to hate his soulmark, to hate you, enough to send you away or destroy you.

Anything, anything but touch you again.

Letting out a sigh, you spread your hands in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture and say, “Don’t look back.”

The words strike him, so much so that he chuckles ruefully on an indrawn breath. A bitter disappointment sweeps across his face before it hardens into anger. You're grateful; you'd expected something-- a thunderclap, a rush of adrenaline, a gust of magical wind, but there’s nothing to indicate that you’ve both said the Words. Maybe, maybe, you can get out of this, if you’re careful. If you’re just the right level of heinous bitch.

“Did you practice that?” Stark finally says. He walks out from around the bar, and you take the opportunity to make your way over to the window, the picture of unconcerned, unattached, unbothered.

“What do you want, Mr. Stark?” Shit, your voice is shaking.

“I want a challenge,” he snaps, his voice closer than you expected. He’s just a foot away, and you can’t hide your shock fast enough. “You think that file was just for show? I read the whole thing.”

“Then you know I don’t want to be here. I have a business to run, a business you’ve fucked over with--” you back away in the guise of making a dismissive, furious gesture; “--whatever this is. What do you want, so I can get the fuck out of here?”

“What’s wrong, pet? Foot caught in a trap?” he asks, tone suddenly gentle, soothing. You scoff, turning on your heel to stalk away from him--but Stark reaches out swiftly and catches your hand in his.

A jolt of pleasure-fueled electricity floods you with an almost overwhelming need for closeness, companionship-- to be known. It's as if until this exact moment, you’d been empty, and you gasp, screaming against the sudden, insidious desires that have cropped up in your mind.

Oh god, no, this is too much, this is--

What you don’t expect is for Stark to answer.

Oh FUCK yes, telepathy. My second favorite superpower, right after flight.

You snatch your hand away and fall back onto the window, eyes wide. Stark shakes his head almost imperceptibly, then throws both hands in the air as if in disgust.

“You really had me, but there’s just… nothing. I should toss you off of the roof, you know that, right? Faking soulmark words? Ballsy.” He twitches his lips as though he can’t decide whether to be angry or not, and steps closer. “Hold out your hand?”

There’s vulnerability in his expression, something you hadn’t at all expected to see, but you are still reeling from what had passed between the two of you. Tony Stark is one of the smartest men on the planet, and certainly one of the most ruthless. He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants-- and it’s well known that every inch of his penthouse is under surveillance, not to mention whatever Lord Loki has monitoring his most powerful thrall.

Just like the words written on both of you, neither of you can look back.

Sullenly, you lift your hand, and immediately, Stark engulfs it in an angry grip.

Okay here’s how this is going to go: Do as I say, and we can keep this our little secret. Resist me and I’ll tell Loki I’ve finally found my soulmate. Believe me, you do not want anything to do with what he has in store for us.

Possibly TBC if there's interest...

#threewordsforcaplan #trope madness 2023 #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark imagine #tm2023 #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #tony stark fic #tony stark fanfiction #soulmate au #canon divergence #mob au #but only if you squint #tony stark x f!reader

[poly-lights]

PART 2 TO MY II PREDICTIONS/WISHES/QUESTIONS (technically) SINCE YALL ACTUALLY KINDA LIKED THOSE?? and i have more!

please note btw that most, if not all, of this is not gonna happen bc they can't pack EVERYTHING into a 30 minute or so episode and not gonna lie some of these are my fixation talking and me being delusional. it's good to theorize though!!

lots of bias. let's get into it

i told my gf this BUT it'd be cool if there was a scene of trees changing, to represent seasons passing because it has to have been a year at most right

more lightbulb using her electrokinesis scenes plspls?????? like. she can just casually DO THAT....maybe have her use it for evil/J IM KIDDING. don't have her kill anyone

............................yet

another knife and suitcase scene, elaborating on the "making your presence known", how suitcase took it a different way, just a conversation if that makes sense

yknow. what was that roboarm in the gemory cave. and is it Still working after lightbulb powered it on.

unrelated but still.more so a question have we or will we ever get the full roommate list drop?? unless they're gonna wait for when s2 is done to not spoil anything

baseball and lightbulb friendship scene :] team captain style!

i think it's gonna release on OR near the anniversary, if the iii finale is so soon early into 2024 it gives slight time

can we get parent lore drop??? like hello?????? they cant just said what they said in iii ep 14 and never expand on it, so i have a heavy feeling its gonna get mentioned in s2 if not ep 15 specifically

im just hoping for lb centric, even if her lore doesn't match up well with the slams. pls im so autism abt her at this point its anything BUT funny

now here's some iii 18 predictions!! for fun :] and also me just rambling abt it (spoilers for iii 17!!!!)

those who left to the hotel come back for jury voting!! more importantly fan and pb please💥

bot and springy and gonna be near each other again next episode. springy may still try to pull some shit with bot, and, assuming so, if TEST TUBE IS BY BOT'S SIDE......

springy made that suitcase bot, so clearly he knows about season 2

we may just get ii 14 tt again. which i am HOPING for. idk i love seeing test tube ENRAGED for the people she cares about she's so fun and unique bc MAN that girl is angry. she's holding grudges against Two People

also. fan meeting bot? he is going to have such a big and hopefully impactful reaction!! pls he has his patterns and the sudden changes make him uncomfortable they need to mention this

if he knows about season 2......could he make, or has he made, toys of the other final four? again im just gripping at straws for an iis2 final four appearance

think abt it though. it's the iii finale. you think they won't do something big? considering mephone knows he has to go back? springy could easily torment him w that considering the whole "facing your past" theming

also walkie talkie is Totally associated with meeple. ik we've all figured that out but i just had to say something. very heavily focused on using electronics to better the future? implying robots taking over others positions?

also??? past contestants coming back SEEING the toys?? maybe. Maybe.

the entire episode could also just be a discussion and play on the ethics of ai and how it's affecting the writing industry by putting people out of jobs due to its advancement and im reading way too much into it but hey im putting my hard hat on and channeling my inner matpat for this stupid show about objects with limbs (/pos btw)

also. are they gonna leave floor behind??? or will they scoop him into a terrarium, then plant him into inanimate island?

can he teleport that far?? how far is paradise?????????? ae drop the map pls/silly

ALSO ALSO. WHAT ARE THE INANI-MATES?? IS N/A THE LAST OF THEIR KIND??????? i doubt it but STILL everyone else in that group died

hey. why is the background of the recap song the background used when the gemories formed the silhouette of cobs. hey now.

#inanimate insanity #ii #oaugwhs. i hate this show /affectionate

[restlessmaknae]

2023 drama recap

Note: these are dramas (webdramas & one cdrama & one Western show as well) that I’ve watched this year, but not all of them were released in 2023.

Shadow&bone s2: not gonna lie, this one felt messy and a bit all over the place, but I guess when you read the books and the TV show is a mix of different book series, it's expected

My review: 6/10

Use for my talent: the supporting couples carry this show on the back, I have nothing more positive to say because the main leads' love triangle is super annoying and the kiss scenes are so forced and unrealistic, it's not even funny anymore :') I haven't yet watched it until the end, but so far:

My review: 6.5/10

When i fly towards you (cdrama): this was a charming drama that got me until the second half of it when it lost its charm, and I realised that it's way too unrealistic, there were a lot of cringey scenes, the end felt dragged and repetitive, and I didn't really see any character development even though we saw the main leads growing up (but props to the second leads, I really loved their dynamics!)

My review: 6.5/10

User not found (webdrama): it was more enjoyable than annoying, but overall, it did have some unnecessary drama and the main female lead's acting wasn't up to my liking

My review: 7/10

Tracer: I'm pretty sure it would have been more enjoyable if we had managed to find good subtitles for it because the acting was really good, but I didn't get the plotline fully because of the Google Translate-like subs, so yeah, that's why it's only 7.5 (but Im Siwan's acting is 10/10 as always)

My review: 7.5/10

The witch store reopens (webdrama): it was perfectly fine considering that it was a webdrama (so expect some overexaggerated acting and such), it was cute, funny, and the leads (Yonghee and Yerin) did well

My review: 8/10

The heavenly idol: I've watched it for Kim Minkyu, but it was unexpectedly serious at times (touched upon bullying, double standards for idols, the nasty parts of the showbiz industry), so it did surprise me positively - however, the special effects were a bit odd at times, and you can't take the storyline seriously, but if you let go of reality, it's pretty enjoyable

My review: 8/10

Revenge of others: it was pretty dramatic at times and I didn't necessary like the big plot twist at the end, but I really loved the investigating part of it and the whole storyline wasn't that predictable

My review: 8.5/10

Seasons of blossom: this definitely delivered some emotional punches (read: I cried), and the acting was really good on the leads' part, some other acting was kind of forced, but overall, it was a meaningful drama

My review: 9/10

Crash course in romance: me and my mother both really enjoyed this show, we were waiting for the episodes to come out week after week. It was really funny, had some serious topics to touch upon, and the acting was overall really good. I deduct 0.5 point because sometimes I didn't feel the balance between the crime part (yes, there's one like that) and the main storyline, it wasn't that annoying, but I have to mention it

My review: 9.5/10

King the land: it was similar to Business Proposal to me in terms of how much I enjoyed it and why I deduct 0.5 point - it was funny, it was cute, the acting was really good, but there were a lot of clichés that you can't help but shrug off because it was really enjoyable

My review: 9.5/10

Castaway diva: I have 3 episodes left, so this is not my final verdict, but it's been really good so far, I really love the way they touch upon such sensitive topics, and the acting ranges here on the three main leads' parts are just wow! (I only deduct 0.5 point because of Yoon Ranjoo and her whole showbiz team, it's like they can't decide which side they want to be on)

My review: 9.5/10

Twinkling watermelon: my favourite drama this year, genuinely a 10/10, it was funny, heart-warming, heart-breaking, and very meaningful, would highly recommend

My review: 10/10

#2023 drama recap #kdrama recs #kdrama recommendations #cdrama recs #cdrama recommendations #twinkling watermelon #king the land #castaway diva #crash course in romance #seasons of blossom #revenge of others #the heavenly idol #the witch store reopens #tracer #user not found #when i fly towards you #use for my talent

[shade-pup-cub]

My take on how Fierce Deity was sealed inside the cursed mask. Chapter 11 of 'A Deity's Son'.

Content Warning: Behind the scene death, description of the body (not too graphic), wings being removed.

Notes: FD has the gift of seeing already faught battles through spilt blood.

“Link? Link?!” Fierce went around the makeshift town of tents filled with Hylian soldiers. He made his way to Hylia’s tent and opened it up, hoping that Link was there with her. Of course he wasn’t.

“Fierce, what’s wrong?”

He growled at the realization. “He left! We explicitly told him to stay put until we had a full proof plan. We need to find him before he does something stupid, like play hero against Demise.”

Hylia grabbed her hooded cloak as well as her bow with an infinite amount of light arrows. “Demise’s pet would love nothing more than to get his dirty hands on Link.”

“We must hurry then. They have not stayed in one place for more than a few days at a time.” He walked out of her tent and whistled. A large six legged, black horse galloped to his side. He mounted the beast and stuck his hand out for his sister so he could help her up behind him. Once she was, he spurred his horse on. They knew where Demise had recently been and that was their first stop.

They weren’t there.

Fierce and Hylia traveled the whole land looking for Link and would not stop until they found him. Their hope for finding him alive decreased everyday, but they still hoped for the best. After over three weeks, that hope too was fading.

They happened to stumble across an abandoned castle ruins and at first glimpse, thought they met another dead end. That was until someone started clapping from the third story where what used to be a window and now an open room was. “I was starting to get bored waiting for you two to get here. It took you long enough.”

Hylia slid off the back of the horse, never taking her eyes off the person in front of her. “Ghirahim, where is Link? I demand you release him.”

“You are in no position to make demands, Goddess.” The Demon Lord twirled a black dagger between his fingers.

“Where is Demise?” Fierce asked as he also dismounted his horse.

“If it isn’t the runt of the litter, Fierce Deity.” Demise slowly walked over and stood near his pet. His smile said a thousand words. “Are you looking for Link? Hylians are so predictable and stupid. I can’t understand what you see in them. This one does have a stronger spirit about him though. Made things fun.”

“If you have hurt him.” Hylia took a few steps closer. “I will end you.”

From somewhere behind the walls, a voice rang out. “Hylia! Get out of here! Fierce, get her out of here!”

Demise told Ghirahim something, leaving the siblings to talk. Fierce glared at his older brother. “What have you done to him?”

“What haven’t we done, is a better question. Let me show you.” There was the sound of chains and something being dragged.

Fierce could smell it before he saw it. Blood. There was so much of it. They watched as Demise flung something over the edge and hooked it to an exposed beam of wood. It was Link. His green tunic was more red than green, red cloak was in shreds around his thinned shoulders. He looked nothing like he had just a few weeks ago. Crimson liquid was still dripping from his freshly cut throat onto the ground below. He could see the bruising around the blue eyes that were partly open, showing his last emotions. The once thicker muscles were thinned and bones were more prominent for them to see. White webbed lines traced across exposed skin and only one person was able to do that.

It took Hylia a few moments to register the sight in front of her and when it did, Fierce’s heart broke not only for himself, but for her. She screamed and put her hands over her mouth. Fierce spun her around quickly from the sight and held her close. “This is your fault. You were supposed to help him. Supposed to save him. He is dead because of you!”

Fierce took that blame upon himself. He had told Link to stay put due to Demise playing baiting games. Unfortunately Link took the bait and paid for it with his life. Demise’s goal was to get Fierce and Hylia to him, away from everyone else. He still didn’t agree with Hylians helping with the sibling’s war, but Link loved Hylia and wouldn't sit on the sidelines. Fierce charged himself with the care of Link, something he had just failed at.

He ran his fingers through the golden hair of his sister’s. He kissed the top of her head as she sobbed into his armored chest. “I’ll make it right. I can’t bring him back, but I’ll give you the opportunity you need to seal Demise.”

She sniffled. “He will kill you, Fierce. You know that he wants you out of the way since I am not as strong as he is.”

“He won’t kill me, but I will wish he had.” Demise had a plan for him and told him a few details of what it was. Did he want to do it? No. This was going to be the most painful thing he ever did, but Hylia couldn’t do this without the distraction. “I’m so sorry, be ready when the time comes.” He kissed her head one more time and his heart raced.

When his sister’s fingers let go of his silver armor, he walked towards his older brother. He unclipped his blade, holding it with both hands, eyes locked on Demise. He needed to fight them just enough that it wasn’t obvious that he wasn’t giving the fight his all. He needed their guard down and he desperately needed this plan to work or else the world was going to suffer.

Ghirahim unclasped his cloak, allowing it to disappear in a flash of diamonds. He twirled a dagger between his fingers and held his thin sword in his other hand. “The favorite son has come to play.”

“Hold your tongue, demon.” Fierce demanded.

The Demon Lord growled at him before he flicked his long and pointed tongue at him. He disappeared in a flash of diamonds and predictable reappeared behind him.

Fierce fought violently against his brother's pet, showing his strength, speed and his nature for battle. He used his wings as shields since they were almost indestructible. The only area that was weak was the base of the white wings.

He wasn't ready for what came next, but Ghirahim was wearing out from the encounter. The next time the demon appeared at his back, he let him strike. The thin blade sliced across the back of his knees and in the next second, five black daggers were flying at him with a trail of red magic behind them. His left wing swatted two away, his blade deflected another. He allowed the remaining two to get past his defenses. One of those daggers went into his left thigh as the other embedded itself just above his armor, under his armpit.

He hissed in pain since it actually did hurt, but in a real fight he would have left them were they stuck. This wasn't a real fight though. He reached for the one under his arm so he could pull it, only to have a sword rake over his armored chest and across his unprotected upper arm.

He curled his wing around himself so he could still pose as if he was in the fight. That was when Demise stepped forward and summoned lightning down on him. The metal in and on him sparked and made the effect much more unbearable. That was something he didn't have to fake. He dropped his Helix sword and his hands continued to twitch with the pulsing electricity.

Demise was right next to him when he kicked Fierce to the ground. He stepped on Fierce's back with one foot and grabbed one of his white wings near the base. Fierce knew this was going to happen, but he still thrashed under his brother's weight. Ghirahim walked over with a smirk, dagger in hand and made the first cut.

Fierce screamed out in pain as the left wing's bone snapped in half, then the final cut was made to take it off. Searing white pain engulfed his nerves, blocking out everything else outside of the uncontrollable pain caused by the bone, skin and muscles being ripped from his body.

When he felt Demise grab the other wing, he nearly gave up on the whole thing so he didn't have to go through with it. When he made it to his hands and knees, he caught the glimpse of Link hanging lifelessly. This was on him and he needed to do this. He didn't feel the skin or muscles get cut, but he felt the bone shatter, then twisted to break it off. The jagged ends of the bones dug into his skin when he made the remaining bits retreat to under the skin of his back between his shoulder blades.

Ghirahim handed something to Demise before he took Fierce's hair into his grip, wrenching his head back and forcing him up into his knees fully.

Demise let out an ominous chuckle. "Baby brother, it seems the table has turned with who gets put in a mask this time. Tell Majora I said hello. I'm sure he has missed you."

A wooden mask appeared in Fierce's line of sight. It radiated darkness from it. It wasn't just going to hold him, but it was cursed.

"Oh and enjoy the visions too." Demise added. Only then did Fierce notice the unnatural crimson color on the inside of the mask. Blood. Link's blood. He was going to see every second of Link's torture and ending. That was worse than his wings being removed by far.

He screamed as the mask fused to his face, then absorbed his being inside of it with his sword.

#ao3 writer #fierce deity #a deity's son #goddess hylia #first link #canon and non canon fic #demise #ghirahim

[catgirledteach]

okay ive reached the point where i need to get my season 2 theories out. i am going full red string cork board please feel free to lobotomize me at any time

i'm breaking these down by the batches of episodes as they will be released, as last season they said episodes were broken up very intentionally to convey certain story beats, and i think that's what they're doing this season as well

First three episodes:

we catch up with what each separate crew has been up to since season one left off i.e. a recap of how stede and the folks abandoned on the island managed to make their way back to society, how the now unhinged crew under ed has been running wild, how i suspect a lot of them are enjoying serving under a successful pirate captain but are confused and unsettled by how and why blackbeard has become so aggressive and unstable

i think the above will be the first episode for the most part. i think this will establish their goals/conflict - i predict some of stede's crew will be supportive of trying to go after ed and some won't. particularly i expect pete will get a storyline of him turning on the blackbeard persona he once idolized now that ed potentially did god-knows-what to lucius, and the only way he'll agree to go after blackbeard is if stede agrees to try and find lucius as his first priority and the rest of the crew backs him up

episode two follows stede's crew as they search for lucius and make new allies (lesbian pirates fuck yeah), meanwhile ed becomes more and more unstable and the crew starts to turn. ESPECIALLY izzy, but we'll come back to that. end of episode two they finally find lucius and they're ready to pursue the revenge

episode three ends with stede's crew finally catching up with the revenge, in no small part helped by frenchie, jim, and maybe even izzy quietly trying to sabotage ed so that stede can catch up and hopefully make things right again. izzy at this point is starting to realize that ed has gone off the deep end and not in a good way. he is seeing that underneath the violence and rage that ed is unhappy and he maybe even feels responsible - things have gone too far for even him and it's not what he wanted either. he maybe even confronts ed in a final attempt to set him right and after being unable to get through to ed, knows that stede is the only one who can fix this, much to his disappointment that he can't be that for ed

the reunion goes BAD, a standoff of sorts happens but ed refuses to forgive or listen to stede despite being heartbroken. however at this point his crew has turned on him so much that there's a blowout that separates them again, and stede maybe manages to take back the revenge or at least they manage to get jim and/or frenchie out of there. and MOST importantly i think this is where izzy defects, approaching stede with the deal that he will help him bring ed back, training him to fight and track down ed together

Episodes 4 and 5:

Episode 4 covers izzy and stede having a tenuous relationship, so starkly at odds yet understanding that they need each other to help ed. stede gets better at fighting/strategy, and despite some initial conflict they come to a place of peace and maybe even friendship?? this is also likely helped by lucius once again being the resident therapist onboard and talking izzy through his shit. izzy begins the tentative journey of realizing he was toxic, wanting to make up for that, and also finally acknowledging that his feelings for ed were more than what he originally thought they were.

also side note i think this may be the episode where one of the B plots are lucius and black pete getting married. sort of a "lucius almost died and there's nothing like being separated and potentially losing the love of your life to make you want to commit to each other for the rest of your life" and so they decide to throw the party we saw in the trailer. and also maybe this starts getting stede's mind going in the direction of marital thoughts

meanwhile the remains of ed's crew have had fucking enough, especially after the blowout that just happened, and throw him overboard. and with ed also being thrown into an emotional spiral after seeing stede again and not knowing how to deal with it, he kind of just lets it happen as he feels like giving up

This brings us to episode 5 which i think will be the "ed stranded on an island and slowly losing his mind" episode, which i think will be the main plot after a stede/izzy-centric episode prior. however, the B plot i do think is izzy and stede getting wind of ed being deposed, and going off just the two of them to find him, and again having some more honest conversations between the two of them about their histories and relationships to ed. (izzy maybe starts developing a crush on stede idk????????)

ed is going THROUGH it on the island, reckoning with his past and his shame, very similar to stede's fever dreams in season one. ed's imagining hornigold and maybe other memories that formed this discomfort with being seen as weak, vulnerable, not masculine enough, etc. and i think after going through some rough fucking soul searching and lowkey starving and dehydrating, he realizes he was just scared of stede bringing out this more vulnerable side of him, and that stede leaving was one of his worst fears coming true and that's why he lashed out. he knows he loves stede and deep down he knows stede loves him too but was just as scared as ed was, and that's why he left. episode ends with ed nearly fucking dying and stede and izzy finding and rescuing him

Episode 6:

An interesting choice to have one week with only one episode and im very intrigued. it's either meant to just be kind of a bridge episode that's a lot calmer after the previous intense episode with ed and a calm before the storm of the last two episodes, or it's maybe the most climactic episode yet.

i lean more the former, potentially a very quiet episode that is focusing less on the action and more on the emotional states of characters as ed is reintegrated into the crew, met with mixed reactions from different people. this could be the time for lucius to have his reckoning with ed about, y'know, lowkey trying to kill him after being nothing but supportive.

izzy is also very uncomfortable with his emerging new identity and having defied blackbeard once again being afraid of what ed might do to him now that they're back on the same ship. stede is likely the only one who has faith that ed will be okay and is the only person really defending him and protecting him. this is maybe the episode where stede and ed actually have a conversation about everything that's happened, how they feel about each other, and what this means going forward. things are still uncertain but they're recovering slowly

i also think a side plot that's been going on throughout the season is something related to jim's revenge quest, them maybe running into another one of the bandits who killed their family or maybe even their sibling we saw in the flashback (dear god i hope it's that one). so maybe that becomes the more action-heavy plot for this episode while every other plot is more subdued and emotional.

i think the end of this episode is a catalyst of conflict that will kick off the action for the last two episodes. this is so far out that i can't even begin to predict what that could be, but maybe something about being pursued by another country's navy again (i don't think so though, it would be a bit repetitive from last season's ending) or more likely being pursued by other pirates as word of blackbeard's wild behaviour and then subsequent disappearance after being mutinied got around. also he has a fucking price on his head

Episodes 7 and 8:

Just as the crew is starting to get on the same page again, they're thrown into a conflict of some kind. feelings have to take a backseat for a while, although they're still very much at the forefront of people's minds. more pirate conflict, more of jim's sidequest maybe, more seeking/returning of allies (returning lesbian pirates fuck yeah), very hero's journey-esque. i think this is where the clips with jackie maybe fit in, as the crew reaches out to other pirates and strike deals to get assistance with the brewing conflict? this is also what makes me think that the conflict is likely with other pirates, enemy of my enemy and all that.

episode 7 ends with the crew having put all their ducks in a row and prepare to enter the fray.

episode 8 is the climactic conflict, both in the battle-sense and also the emotional sense. stede and ed (and also maybe izzy?) can't hold back their feelings anymore, even in the midst of the current insanity, and maybe even BECAUSE of the insanity because they're worried what might happen to them going into danger. some sort of emotional confessions or proposals (?!!?!?!) occurs, everything coming to blows at once very dramatic and all that. this is perhaps the dramatic cliff scene that the vogue article mentioned??

and heartbreakingly, because there's still supposed to be one more season, i think it will end on another cliffhanger. my theory is that the revenge crew wins the day, but either stede or ed are captured in the process. the beaten pirates or officers or whatever know one of them is valuable to the other and takes them in hopes of maybe manipulating the other towards some goal or even just ransoming them off as they are both wanted fugitives. and by now stede and ed have had their emotional confession and know how the other feels, so we know that the final season will kick off with one of them forging an intense rescue mission to take them back and rain hell on whoever took the other.

BONUS PREDICTION: season three ends with ed and stede faking both their deaths in order to 'retire' peacefully, no longer wanting to live a life that puts either of them in danger of losing the other. maybe im reaching across the atlantic for this take, but i think the High on a Rocky Ledge song from episode one foreshadows all of this, implying they fake falling to their death together so that they can live out the rest of their lives in peace.

Full disclosure i wrote this all this morning before i even knew the trailer was releasing tomorrow so all of this will likely be completely irrelevant in like 12 hours. i have also intentionally avoided looking at any of the leaks (i liked some posts though to look at after i see its release) so if any of this is already contradicted ssshhhh you saw nothing

we still have three weeks to go gang and i'm literally on the verge of writing the whole fucking thing myself i am unwell please help me

#uh oh boys he's started writing paragraphs-long prediction posts time to put her down #ofmd #ofmd s2 #long post