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#and because i used to have shorter hair. but i grew it out so people would stop calling me a boy
sluttywoozi · 1 month
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Nothing But Love | jww x f!reader
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Wonwoo's never had a girlfriend for Valentine's Day before, or a girlfriend period, so this day needs to be perfect.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.5k | Genre: romance, fluff | Pairing: wonwoo x f!reader
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Warnings: food, alcohol, let's pretend it’s the weekend, wonu is loaded (he’s a streamer but i don’t really get into it), wonu’s first relationship aww, wonwoo follows the boyfriend handbook, kissing, some suggestive thoughts, u send him a nude and he malfunctions, no smut in this but i may do a second part if there’s enough interest xoxo
Reader Notes: shorter than wonu (sorry to my tall friends i luv u), wears a dress and heels, has breasts and a vagina
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Wonwoo wakes the morning of February 14th with his stomach full of both fluttering butterflies and hefty sandbags. He’s been anticipating this for weeks now and finally, it’s here. Valentine’s Day. 
His first Valentine’s Day. 
Well, sure, he’s been alive for all the others, but this is the first one he’ll spend with someone, and he’s spending it with you, his girlfriend, his first girlfriend. He begged you to let him take care of everything, made all sorts of preparations, and today, it’ll all come to fruition (hopefully). There’s always the chance things could go wrong, and that’s what has Wonwoo’s mind feeling heavy even as his heart feels light. 
He rolls out of bed and scrubs a hand over his hair, not bothering to put on his glasses before he stumbles to the shower, knowing he would forget to take them off and they’d get all fogged up and wet. As he meticulously scrubs down his body, he goes through the plan in his mind. 
First, flowers. 
He placed an order for a bouquet three weeks ago, one with flowers that were carefully chosen to precisely convey his feelings for you. Red tulips for romance and passion, pink dahlias for eternal love and commitment, honeysuckles for devotion and affection, and baby’s breath spread throughout to symbolize everlasting love. He’s so excited to see how it turned out; you love flowers and have many of the meanings memorized by heart, so he knows you’ll know what they mean as soon as you see them. 
Next, he’ll pick up the strawberries. 
You adore strawberries in all forms - fresh, shortcake, compote, jam, jelly. Things with strawberries on them are an almost instant buy for you, meaning half the things you own are covered in them. You’ve even got Wonwoo buying strawberry themed items just because they remind him of you, evidenced by the red seeded mug in his cupboard and the patterned apron hanging in his kitchen, used only by you. So for Valentine’s Day, he went with chocolate covered strawberries, specially ordered for you with piped white chocolate hearts and edible glitter. 
Then, he only has to wait a few hours before he can pick you up and take you to your favorite fancy restaurant. He made the reservations two months ago, expecting it to fill up as the holiday grew closer and closer, and he’s glad he did considering he checked last night and there’s not a single spot left. He’s sure that’s the case for most of the city, and he almost feels sorry for the people who didn’t plan like he did. Almost. 
He closes his eyes as he rinses the conditioner you bought for him out of his hair, running his fingers through the wet strands until they no longer feel slippery and slick before shutting the water off and attempting to shake the excess droplets out. He reaches blindly for the towel and swipes it over his head and along his body until he’s sufficiently dry, stepping up to the bathroom counter and finding his toothbrush. He loads it up with toothpaste and starts brushing, leaning against the counter and huffing out a laugh when he remembers one of the jokes you made last night. 
You’re so funny, and so smart, and so cool and pretty and beautiful and cute and everything Wonwoo could ever want. He’s so fucking lucky to have you. These are thoughts he has all the time, and he supposes he really should tell you them more often. 
It’s hard to be so open when he still feels so shy around you, though. He’s comfortable with you, of course, but being affectionate or initiating things makes him feel bashful and timid. It’s almost like he’s being granted privileges he doesn’t deserve, and he’s reluctant to take full advantage of them because he doesn’t want to take advantage of you.
He spits and rinses quickly, his phone starting to buzz in his room. He races back, not knowing who’s calling but knowing it could be you. Even with blurry vision, he recognizes your contact picture and swipes to accept, bringing the phone up to his ear and plopping down on his bed clothed in nothing but a grin. 
“Hi, baby,” he says, the smile evident in his voice and surely picked up by you. He still gets a little thrill from calling you that. 
“Hi, Wonwoo,” you respond happily. “I just wanted to check in and see if I could do anything to help today.”
“I’ve got it all covered,” he assures you with pride, feeling his spine straighten and his chest puff out when you tell him, “Of course you do, you’re such a good planner.”
The conversation easily flows from one topic to the next, with you jokingly trying to uncover his plans the whole time. He can tell you don’t really want to spoil the surprise so he doesn’t give in, redirecting you with every attempt until he’s laying flat on his bed an hour later, his hair dry and his heart full. 
“Baby, I wish I could stay, but I have to go,” he reluctantly says, checking his watch and seeing a notification from the florist that your bouquet is ready for pickup. 
You say goodbye with a pout in your voice, but he knows it’s more playful than real so he doesn’t worry about leaving you too much. He still, of course, thinks about you the whole way to the flower shop, your voice and your laugh and your beauty on his mind as he coasts through traffic on his motorbike. 
The parking lot is full when he arrives, bar the motorcycle spots, and he wonders how many people are here for pre orders and how many are here last minute. They’re all in the same line so it doesn’t really matter, and with a small sigh, he joins at the back. 
He wastes time by scrolling through your shared album, the one you made in the early days for memes that swiftly became a repository for pictures of each other. He mostly cares about the ones of you, but it’s nice to see pictures of himself too, to see the way his smile reaches his eyes, to see the love he has for you in them. It’s his turn in what feels like no time, and he gives his name to the clerk, glancing around the shop placidly so they don’t feel like he’s rushing them. 
“I’ll be right back with your bouquet,” they say with a smile, turning and disappearing into a back room before emerging with an arrangement of reds and whites. “Does it look like you imagined?”
He beams as he accepts the flowers, inspecting them and naming every single one in his head before turning back to the clerk and thanking them, “They’re perfect, thank you so much.”
He paid when he pre ordered so that’s all there is to it. The queue is even longer when he leaves, and he tries to hide the sympathetic grimace as he passes the long line of waiting people. He hits a bit of a snag when he realizes he doesn’t know the best way to get the bouquet home, deciding in the end to just put it in his backpack and hope for the best. 
It’s not a long ride back to his apartment, and thankfully the flowers are only a little squashed when he pulls them out of his bag. They perk up when he puts them in water and the vase he bought for you, green milkglass with little painted strawberries dotted all over, and he smiles proudly, knowing you’ll love both the flowers and the vase. 
The chocolate covered strawberries should be ready soon, and he wonders if he should uber to pick them up. Usually, he loves just having a motorcycle, but at times like these, he wishes he had a car too. 
If it were any other day, for anything else, he’d ask you to take him. Unfortunately, he can’t ruin the surprise, so you’re out of question. Who else can he ask?
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Wonwoo | mingyu will u take me to whole foods
Mingyu | Uhhh, sure, why?
Wonwoo doesn’t reply. 
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With the strawberries secured, all Wonwoo has to do is wait four hours. He’s picking you up at 6:15 for your 6:30 reservation, and he thanks everyone he can think of - God, Mingyu, Mingyu’s partner - for the fact that they're staying in and Mingyu is letting him borrow his car. 
He knows you love the bike, but you’ll probably wear a dress tonight (fuck, he loves you in dresses) and he thinks a car might be better. He can always take you out on a late night ride after you change if you want. 
He passes the time first by tidying his apartment and picking out his outfit, and then by doing his streaming for the day, an alarm set to remind him to get ready and go pick you up around six. 
It goes off without him realizing it’s been hours, not minutes, since he started, the games blurring together until they felt like one continuous match. He stands on creaky knees and stretches, his face scrunching with the feeling of the ache in his back releasing, before shuffling to his bedroom and changing into the clothes he laid out on his bed. 
After brushing his teeth, he messes with his hair, combing through it with his fingers and attempting to get it to lay right. It’s getting longer and he doesn’t really know what to do with it, but you love the length and that’s all that matters to him. He slaps on some moisturizer then sprays some cologne, the one he’s found to be your favorite, before jogging to the door and slipping into his shoes. 
The strawberries and flowers are for when you come over after dinner so all he needs are the keys, and still, he almost forgets them. He dashes to the kitchen to grab them, swiping them off the counter and racing back through the door to the garage, telling Siri to text you that he’s on the way as he runs. 
Mingyu’s car is nice, a champagne colored Audi sedan, and it hums to life when he presses the remote start. He feels very debonair with his fancy car and tailored slacks, and as he climbs into the driver’s seat, he hopes you’ll be at least a little impressed. 
Mainly he wants you to feel special and loved, but he has to admit, he wants to prove himself too, prove that he can be a good boyfriend, a great boyfriend, for you. A boyfriend who thinks ahead and plans and provides, who knows your taste and what matters to you. A boyfriend who’s learned how to make you happy and strives to do so. 
It’s not that he thinks you doubt him, it’s just that he feels a little out of his depth with you. This is his first real relationship so he doesn’t have a lot of experience, and while he knows that you’re patient and kind and forgiving, he doesn’t ever want you to feel like he’s falling short.
He tries to remind himself you’ve given no indication you think that as he pulls up to your apartment, sliding into one of the fifteen minute spaces before putting the car in park and getting out. Checking his watch as he walks, he notes the time and smiles. He should arrive exactly when he said he would. 
If the fucking elevator would come, that is. 
He taps his foot, reaching out and pressing the button again, then tapping it incessantly when it still doesn’t light up. 
“It’s broken,” he hears your voice off to the side and whips his head over, his eyes widening when he catches sight of you standing in front of the door leading to the stairs. His hand falls limply to his side, his breath stalling in his lungs as you start to walk closer. You’re holding a purse and your heels, your feet protected by your outside slides and your overnight bag slung over your shoulder, and like he thought you would be, you’re wearing a dress. 
It’s strappy, sleek, and you glow in it, the reds and pinks flattering your complexion and the fit flattering your curves, the watercolor silk gliding over your body like he wishes his hands could. A devious voice in the back of his mind whispers that you may not be wearing a bra but he disregards it, focusing instead on how beautiful you look and how few words he has in his brain. 
Closer and closer you get and still, Wonwoo is speechless. 
He can’t summon his voice, can barely summon thoughts, and when you set your bag down and reach out to feel his sweater, he knows there’s no way he’ll survive a whole night of you looking like this. 
“Landlord’s out of town or there would be a sign,” you whisper, letting your hand smooth up his chest and wrap around the back of his neck, your nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin. 
As if he were in a trance, he leans down, his eyes slipping closed and his lips parting as he presses them softly to yours. He takes his time relearning the shape of your mouth, rediscovering the different ways it can fit with his as he kisses you, his heart pounding in his chest at the way you kiss him back. 
He’s about to swipe his tongue over your bottom lip, about to drop his hands to your waist and deepen the kiss, when the entry door bursts open and voices fill the lobby. He gasps, breaking the kiss and stepping back from you before taking your hand, throwing your bag over his shoulder, and nodding over to the door, “We should probably go. Don’t want to be late.”
Breathless, you blink at him and nod, following when he starts to tug you to the exit. He doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to the car, carefully looking both ways before pulling you across the street. Unlocking the car and turning it on with his other hand, he brings you around to the passenger side and opens your door, waiting for you to get in and closing it once you set your purse down. 
He jogs around to the driver’s side and slides into the car, checking his mirrors before pulling out onto the road and heading toward the restaurant. He was already listening to your shared mix on the way here, so it’s no surprise when your favorite song comes on. You gasp and aww at him like he planned it and he just laughs and takes your hand again, resting your combined grasp on your soft thigh. 
You tell him about your day as he drives, detailing your time at the nail salon and showing him your new set at a stoplight before extolling the virtues of afternoon naps and getting ready slowly over three hours instead of getting ready quickly in one. 
Not everything makes sense to him, like how gel can be nail polish and how one can spend three hours getting ready, but he’s happy to listen and happier to feel you squeeze his hand in excitement at different points in your stories. You pull away only to put your heels on, leaning down to buckle the sides and returning your hand to his. 
For once, Wonwoo can do valet, so he pulls into the loop in front of the restaurant and hands the keys over, glaring at the other valet when he goes to open your door. The man backs away, holding his hands up and heading to the next car as Wonwoo jogs around to your side. He lives for opening your doors (and paying for your nails and sending you money for food and planning your dates and and and), so you know to wait for him to get it for you. 
You told him he didn’t need to do all that in the beginning, but he gently begged you to let him. He’s never been a boyfriend before, he wants to do well, and he’s slightly embarrassed to admit he models his behavior after Mingyu’s. Mingyu and his partner are so happy, so in love, it’s almost displeasing to encounter, and Wonwoo can’t help but want the same for you and him. 
Hopefully with less public displays of affection, though the kiss in the lobby earlier doesn’t bode well. 
He can control himself though, he must, because being physical in public makes you shy and he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, no matter how fucking cute you are when you get shy. You are okay with holding hands though, and he’s thankful for that as he takes yours to help you out of the car. 
He experiences the moment almost in slow motion, his heart stuttering before picking up as you smile up at him and rise, stepping up onto the curb so the valet can take the car. This brings you into his space and his brain goes foggy at the smell of your perfume, his free hand coming up to your waist as if on instinct. 
It doesn’t stay for long as you step past him, pulling him to the gilded glass doors of the restaurant. You’ve only come here once as it’s rather expensive, but the food is incredible and apparently the cocktails are too. Wonwoo isn’t much of a drinker but he may indulge in a glass of red wine tonight, especially as he’s planning on steak. 
He tugs the heavy door open, following you in and stopping at the host’s desk. 
“We have a reservation for 6:30, Jeon Wonwoo,” he waits as the host looks up his name, holding his breath until the host smiles and swipes two menus and sets of silverware from the desk. 
“Right this way,” they smile and turn to lead them through a sea of tables. Wonwoo lets you go first, still holding tightly to your hand as your heels click on the marble in front of him. 
The table is in a nice spot, a corner booth that's actually quite secluded, and you beam excitedly at him as you slide into your side. 
Discussion of what to order begins, with you debating between steak, pasta, and just ordering four appetizers. Wonwoo already knows what he wants so he can devote his focus to helping you choose, though he wants to tell you to just get everything. You’d probably be scandalized by that, especially because this is the kind of restaurant where the menu doesn’t have prices. 
In the end, you order pasta and he convinces you to get two appetizers as well, tacking onto his order the other two you wanted. You glower at him half heartedly but squeeze his hand in thanks, already perusing the drink menu. 
Wonwoo and you are both lightweights, so it’s likely you’ll only get one and he’s sure you want to choose the best. He already ordered his glass of wine, asking the server for a recommendation that would pair well with the steak and that had a relatively low alcohol percentage. 
Wonwoo used to fear you’d run out of things to talk about considering how much time you spend together, but there’s always something to discuss. Some work gossip or scandal in the streaming world to share, plans for the future to draw out, nonsense debates to pass the time that almost never have a winner or a loser. 
He’s generally a quiet person unless you get him going or activate the small part of him that’s a little maniacal, but he hasn’t been quiet with you since the beginning, since you asked if you were annoying him with all your ‘chatter’. He made an effort to engage and respond after, and now, it doesn’t even take any thought. Now, talking to you is as easy as breathing is (when you’re not around, at least). 
The appetizers arrive, you order your cocktail, and before he knows it, mains are being delivered. His steak is perfectly cooked, tender and pink and flavorful, and the sound you make when you take a bite of your pasta is absolutely sinful. It has him thinking thoughts that do not need to be thought in public, has him remembering things that are not conducive to him looking at you and keeping his free hand to himself. 
It’s relatively quiet while you eat, just sprinkles of conversation between bites, you holding out a forkful of your pasta for him to try and him reciprocating with a small piece of steak. You hum in delight and so does he, grinning at the way your shoulders wiggle when you get a particularly tasty bite. 
You’re both too full for dessert and he’s got some waiting for you at home anyway, so when you both finish eating, all the server brings is the bill. He’s sure you’re both itching to peek at the total and distressed at the thought of finding out so he keeps it close to his chest, freeing his hand from yours to get his wallet out of his pocket. He slips his black card into the folder and places it on his side of the table, nodding when you rise and tell him you’re going to freshen up. 
You’ve only been gone a minute when his phone pings, so he figures he has enough time to answer it before you get back. He smooths his face out, letting the phone read it and unlock before going to his messages. 
Oddly enough, it’s from you. 
And it’s a picture? 
Unsuspectingly, he opens it, gasping at what he finds and slamming his phone face down on the table before anyone else can see the screen. 
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he mutters under his breath, forcing a smile when the server picks up the bill and rearranging the napkin on his lap as his dick stirs. Even with his eyes open, he can still see the picture. 
Can see you, the straps of your dress down by your elbows and one arm hugging your waist under your breasts, pushing them up for him. Your skin was radiant, the necklace he got you for your three month anniversary resting gently on your collarbones, and your nipples were pebbled, hard (was it cold or did you touch them? fuck, he hopes you touched them). 
The server arrives with his credit card and you still haven't returned, so he wills his cock to stop thickening and stands, checking over the table to be sure you haven’t left anything before walking to the front of the restaurant. 
Wonwoo | u are evil evil evil 
Wonwoo | need them in my mouth
Wonwoo | im by the front btw
He hears heels clicking on the marble behind him and doesn’t need to turn to know it’s you, doesn’t even jump when your arm weaves around his, though he does briefly let his eyes flutter shut when he feels the warm press of your breast against his arm. God and now he knows you’re not wearing a bra…
It takes all of his strength just to take a step forward, and another after that, until somehow he makes it to the valet stand, reaching into his wallet for the ticket before handing it to the waiting employee. You shiver, stepping closer to him when a cool breeze sweeps through, and Wonwoo kicks himself for not bringing a coat. 
He’s a bit chilly too so he can barely offer you any warmth but he frees his arm and wraps you up against his side anyway, Mingyu’s car pulling up after just a minute or two. The valet leaves the driver’s side door open and jogs around, accepting the cash Wonwoo slips him as a tip before dropping the keys in his open hand and giving him a nod. 
Wonwoo opens your door with his free hand, gently shutting it after you’ve climbed in and gotten settled. He takes large steps around the car, sinking into his side and shifting into drive before slowly pulling away from the restaurant. 
He heads towards his apartment instead of yours - you like sleeping over at his place more because he has a nicer bed - and rather than holding your hand, he holds your thigh, your flesh warm through the thin silk of your dress. 
The drive is tense, quiet, his fingers tightening on the wheel as your thigh flexes under his hand, your legs pressing together, trapping it. He’s not bold enough to work it higher and he needs to focus on driving anyway, but that doesn’t mean his mind isn’t full of thoughts of sliding it up, finding you wet and wanting, bringing you to the edge and then pulling away, over and over until he turns into his parking spot. 
Which happens before he expects it to, his brain so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice the time passing. He shifts into park and exits the car, his hand feeling cold where it used to be touching you, before running to get your door and help you out of the car. He takes a second to grab your overnight bag from the back before accepting the hand you hold out and letting you tug him to the door. 
His keycard grants him access, the door unlocking with a click as he wraps his free hand around the handle, pulling it open and following you inside. It’s hard not to stare at you as you walk, at the slope of your nearly bare shoulder, the curve of your waist, the bounce of your ass, and there’s no reason not to, which is just one of the many privileges of being your boyfriend. 
Another comes after he’s gotten you into his apartment, your heels slipped off and your arms wrapped around his neck as you kiss him for all he’s worth. 
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AN: Happy Valentine's Day!!! lowkey for my bestie @sluttywonwoo ily you're the only valentine i need 💖sorry for the fade to black, i do plan on continuing this! i just had to scrap my other idea and i wrote most of this today so my brain is tired, i hope u understand 🫶
Part II
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sunnylovespickles · 7 months
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2:22 | L. Chan
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Warnings! First time oral, sub!dino, bratty!dino, corruption kink, body worship, use of nickname(puppy), mentions of private part hair, besties with benefits, etc.
Word count | 1k+
nsfw content, minors dni(18+)
Sun’s Notes| This has been sitting in my drafts for so long + i’m in subby dino brainrot
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“No, Chan.”
“Please.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to, I don’t see why you never let me.”
“Do you deserve it?” You perked up an eyebrow, inching and nudging him for a put together answer. Well, did he deserve it?
Dino was huffing and puffing, as always, it wasn’t unusual for him to go on these ongoing tantrums. Although, this one seemed a bit different — usually Dino would let it go after a while, but this one topic he’s been begging you for weeks.
Ever seen Charlie and The Chocolate Factory? Yeah, those people go wild for candy bars, meanwhile he’s going wild for you. It almost as if you’re a prized possession that if he can’t get his hands on it, life is meaningless.
Not to say you didn’t enjoy it.
Hell, you more than enjoyed it, you fucking loved it.
Ever since you’ve became sexually involved with this annoyingly but cute dude you’ve known since he could barely talk, he’s adored you.
Obviously, you guys grew up together. Parents are well acquainted, they even insisted you guys would get married. You hated the idea(you secretly didn’t) and Dino loved it.
It was always just you and your Dino, the scrawny boy who was about 5 inches shorter than you at one point, has now hit a major growth spurt in the past few years. Even though you guys go to different colleges, have different interests, you still hang out more than half of the time.
That’s what best friends do right?
But you guys weren’t just best friends.
Ever since Dino seemingly hit puberty you’ve just seen him…completely different. He was no longer a snotty nose toddler—he was actually a man, a man with thoughts. Dino was, and still is, a pervert. When you started developing a bit of weight on your chest and the area around your thighs, he would call you ‘fatty’ in a jokingly but harmless way.
He didn’t truly mean it, actually he secretly loved the way your body was developing. It made him shy and confused. To him it was completely new…why the hell did he love the way you looked? The way when you guys would hang out you’d slowly bite on a pocky stick, the way you would lay on your stomach on his bed and your ass was exposed.
His best moment of all is when he would catch a glimpse of your cleavage or nipples poking through your shirt, god that was the best.
No, you didn’t know he thought of you this way though. Until one day you guys had a sleepover with some friends, and essentially you got up to go pee in the middle of the night. While rummaging the dark hallways you could hear soft moans emerging from a not-so-closed door.
And yes, you peeked— well, you mean how couldn’t you? This would’ve been great blackmail for future reference. Or maybe that’s what you told yourself, but the fact it was coming from Dino’s room is what really got you going. He tried to hide it, you knew he did because when you looked through that little creak…
He was biting into a pillow, touching himself with his eyes so peaceful but sinfully closed. Not only was he moaning so much, but it was your name. You don’t remember how you felt exactly in that moment, amused, disgusted?
No.
You felt, excited.
Yes, excitement, why were you so excited?
Well, who wouldn’t love to have a new play toy.
It’s not like Dino was a stranger, he knew everything about you. He knew about your sexual encounters because you told him, he also knew how dissatisfied you were with them. Mostly because you hate, and absolutely hate men who try to take control 24/7. It’s annoying, you’re not a submissive type of gal, you assert the rules.
You said these exact things to Dino at one point, who would’ve known he had been listening ever so closely and taking notes ever so slightly. You and Dino were two peas in a confusing pod, and if anyone knew how to fuck you it was him.
To put it simply, after the day—the day you caught him masturbating to his imagination of you: Things changed, for the better or worse, who’s to decide. You enjoyed it though, the way he made you feel. Nothing is better than having someone who knows you in and out the bedroom.
You and him have probably fucked more times than you can count on your dandy fingers. Yes, that many times. Everytime, he didn’t leave room for the term ‘unsatisfied’— and neither did you.
If Dino could write an essay to his professor this very day about every little thing he loves about you and the way you make him feel in the sheets. It would be an 100 right away, not for the way it was written but for how much information he had.
You were his favorite textbook to learn from.
Dino was not all new to sex either, you weren’t his first time (but he wishes you were) so he wasn’t innocent. You ruled over him like he was though, and he loved it. He loved the idea of you corrupting his mind, he could only take so much when it came to you.
When Dino told you he had lost his virginity, you almost for half a millisecond, couldn’t believe it. No way, the Dino that cried when you pushed him off the swing…got laid? The same Dino that snitched when you ate the cookie, your parents told you to not eat.
No, no not the same Dino that would beg to sleep in your room when you guys were 10 at sleepovers. Only because he truly, and wholeheartedly, believed there was someone watching him through the window.
So what is he endlessly begging for like a starving carnivore? You, to taste it, to taste that sweet sweet pussy of yours. Yes he’s been begging for god knows how long, he needs it to survive longer he says. He said the texture and the taste will add 30 years to his lifespan, the dramatic effect is fun follow along.
It’s not like you didn’t want him to, you just like being a villain to tell the truth. You like to see him begging and on his knees like a dog. He would definitely brag about it for the next 3 months—actually, make that three years. Yeah, he would never let it down.
Fuck, just the thought of him makes him tremble at night just imagining your sweet moans created by him, only him. In a enclosed space that’s all he admired was the fact he would be driving his tongue so deep inside you he could touch your heart.
The first time he got to finger you, you ordered him to lick his fingers clean. Ever since then he’s been having this ongoing fantasy that he needs to damn near suffocate in between your smooth thighs.
You had teased him that the next time you came over you’d let him and look where that got you, his whining.
“Y/n, please, i’ll literally do whatever you want for the rest of eternity,” Dino grabbed onto your hands as you sat next to him, shaking them frantically.
“Yes that sounds like a good deal, but you already do that now my Dino.” You rolled your eyes at him just analyzing his desperation.
“I know, but now it’ll be ten times better,”
“How so?”
“I don’t know yet but i’ll make something up.” He slightly giggled at his own joke, as always. That stupid but cute laugh he had just ringing through your ears.
“Funny.”
“Y/n, I promise, I’ll make it worth your while,” he poked out his lips staring at you so …cute. Yes you folded, you absolutely did. More than you’d like to admit you have a super soft spot for Dino.
Even though you make the calls in the bedroom: If Dino wants something done, you’ll get it done. “Fine, stop begging before you basically drench my shirt because you’re drooling so damn much.”
Dino instantly and you mean instantly placed his hands at the hem of your shorts, you kind of flinched at his speed. “Whoa whoa, have you forgotten puppy,” you questioned him, placing your hand over his and he halted.
“Sorry…”
“No, no it’s okay, you can undress me,” you cupped his face as he slightly smirked, appreciating your understanding.
Dino slowly tugged at the cotton fabric and it softly brushed your skin as he took them down.
You were laying into the couch cushion behind you guys, Dino was to the side of you but without your eyes even noticing he made his way to his knees. He positioned himself right in between you, using the couch end to prop him up. He moved your leg up so it bent and your foot was on the couch, just so he could get a better look.
He observed, your shorts weren’t even fully off and he could already feel himself fixing to lose it. His own pants tightening at the crotch area as well.
“Y/n, i’ve dreamed of this literally.”
“Ew stop being so cringey dude,” you ruffled his hair and he put on a little frown at your rejection to his sentimental words.
He always seems to go on long and heartfelt rants, just randomly. Dino finally takes his sweet time to guide the almost discarded fabric down to take them off, immediately positioning you with your legs spread again.
You exhale loudly as he's deep in his own dirty mind, and you clear your own mind. You open your eyes and see Dino. He's staring at your half soaked panties, tongue sliding over his lips before they curl into a cocky grin. He loves how you're already so painfully wet, the large contrast of the dry and wet part of your underwear.
You exhale again, this time saying the words: “Go on, puppy. Touch me.”
And he does. His hands grip your thighs, his lips land on the clothed area of your clit when he dips his head down. You let out a long and dragged out sigh, gripping his hair as his mouth moves over your inner thigh. Even though you put on this nice poker face, you've wanted him to do this for a million years.
 His warm, soft lips and tongue trace circles around your vagina. For almost the first time you felt like he was teasing you, the way the fabric was in the way of you fully feeling him left you bitter. He looks up at you suddenly, you can tell he is nervous.
It's cute.
"I've never done this before...like ate a girl out.." he stammers so stupidly that you actually find it adorable.
You can't help but smirk at his confession. "You were begging and you've never even licked a pussy?"
Dino shyly closes his eyes and says, "Yeah, don't tease me though. I've never wanted to do this with anyone, but you."
You take his chin in your hands and force his head up. Your eyes lock and you say gently but obviously not so gentle, "Then show me how much you've wanted to do it."
"Could it be...you want it as much as I do, y/n." He smiled, but it was an evil smile like he just cracked the code. "Don't get a big head, puppy, I'll start giving you praise when you make me cum."
Dino scoffs mumbling under his breath before leaning down again, "Like I haven't done that before."
His body hovers over you now, and he takes the fabric of your panties in his teeth, pulling them aside so he can fully see your flesh. He loves the you're not completely bald, something about the fact you're comfortable with him.
Also the fact, nothing could make your pussy not pretty to him.
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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year
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ILLICIT AFFAIRS
Summary: You and Harry have a secret affair.
Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (cheating together) Main characters x original characters.
Word Count: 4.5kish
Warnings: Cheating (Harry and Reader together), raw sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight dirty talk, undertones of dom!Harry if you squint, anything else? Let me know!
A/N: I’ve had this idea brewing in my head for a while now, had about maybe 500 words written, and then decided to finish it last night. And I love the way it came out. Hopefully you do as well!! Song inspiration: “Illicit affairs” by Taylor Swift.
Also thank you for 500 followers. 🥹🫶🏻 Thank you all for showing me so much love!! 💓
All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.
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You knew you shouldn’t have come. 
You fidgeted in your seat, trying not to overthink about the situation as you feel the back of your neck start to sweat, you mumble a cuss word as you take a peak at yourself in your compact mirror, and let out a stiff sigh. 
You adjust the top of your satin orange dress. You fell in love with this dress the moment you saw it at the shops. It was a different color than you were used to wearing, but it looked lovely on you. It had semi-thick straps to hold your breasts up nicely, a corset style on the waist that hugged your curves, it cut down up to your shin, and flowed beautifully. 
You admit you wanted to look good today. And you did. You felt stunning. 
You feel your fiancée’s arm wrap around your shoulders, trying your best not to flinch at his touch, because his touch isn’t the one you want. 
But you can’t have the other. 
“Geez, you’re freezing!” He exclaims in his full blown American accent, rubbing your shoulders with his warm hands as he places his lips on your forehead lightly.
You laugh, “Bloody church is so damn cold.” You give him a smile, leaning yourself into his embrace, as you both watch the people around you fill the seats. 
You look up at him, guilt pooling into your belly, and you give him a small smile. 
Feeling guilty for loving him and for loving Harry. For loving them both. 
Your fiancée isn’t a bad man. No, never bad. Has never been bad. You don’t think he has one bad bone in his body.
He was the sweet, golden, all American boy. He is a wonderful man and isn’t rough on the eyes either. 
He’s tall like Harry, maybe an inch or two shorter, bright ocean blue eyes, chiseled jawline, tanned skin from all your beach trips, blonde hair that is styled to his liking, but you love when it’s freshly washed and falls down his forehead. 
He’s a beautiful man. You loved him so much, you had been dating him for two years now, but yet… a part of you was in love with Harry. 
Your first love. You dated Harry before he went to X-Factor, way before that, you were in an established relationship with him. You both had kissed other people before you got together. But nothing ever went farther. 
You got together and it was as if the world suddenly made sense. You fell in love with Harry so fast and it was everything a teenage relationship could be. Then it grew into something stronger, more passionate, and stronger as you both got older. 
You were each other’s firsts, taking the time to find out what made you squirm, and what made you cum the hardest. 
You were with him through X-Factor, his one direction days, even during his first album. 
But then… things happened. Life changed between you two. You both had never been with anybody new. Nobody different. You had broken up on good terms back in 2017. You promised that if it didn’t work out with anybody else, you’d come back to each other somehow. 
That didn’t happen. 
You dated a few different people, some amazing, and some assholes. Harry did the same. You both kept communication with each other, that never faltered. 
Harry released his second album in 2019, a few songs about you that he never wanted to admit, and when you were both single at the same time… you’d end up in the same bed. 
Nothing more. 
2020 happened and you felt tired of the same routine. You wanted something more. You wanted a family. You were going to speak to Harry about what you felt and how you wanted this with him. 
Then… you met Asher. 
It was like a movie. You were texting Harry, walking down the NYC streets to your apartment, not paying attention to your surroundings, when you bumped into Asher, who caught you before you hit the floor, and you remember the feeling of when you first laid your eyes on him. 
You remember your heart fluttering in your chest at this blue eyed man with a wicked smile. He literally swept you off your feet. Long forgotten the text you were typing to Harry about meeting up the same day. 
Instead, you went for a coffee date with Asher. Your belly was hurting that night from all the laughter you shared together. 
He was amazing with a sense of humor so insane, he kept you laughing all day. You have been wrapped around his finger since day one. Now it’s been two wonderful years with him. 
That’s why when Harry reached out to you six months ago, while Asher was away on business, you hesitated. 
You remember staring at the phone, rereading his text message, and biting your lip in thought. 
“Can we meet up tonight? I really want to see you xx” said the text. You were already out and about in the London streets with your girlfriends. Having moved back to your home country with Asher. You were buzzing with liquid courage and replied, “Yeah. Where are you? xx” 
He had sent you the address to his secret London hotel and suddenly, there you were outside the baby blue door. 
Harry had opened the door, messy brown curls, a bewildered look on his face, and wearing only black shorts. 
You stared at each other. Hadn’t seen each other in almost a year. Not since you had dinner at some fancy restaurant in LA when you both had managed to be in the same city for once. There were a lot of lingering touches and twinkling eyes that night in a secluded booth. 
Nothing happened that night. But that was a year ago. 
You with Asher and him with Vivian. Vivian was a model, she was stunning, and you swore you weren’t jealous of her.
“I’m getting married,” he says, his eyes dropping to your lips. 
“Asher proposed,” you reply, your heart racing, and lips parting. 
His eyes leave your face, taking in your red mini dress, your bare thighs, and suddenly you’re in a passionate kiss. 
The night is filled with kissing, touching, fingers everywhere, tongue in places you love, positions he loves to see you in, and countless orgasms. 
That was six months ago and that night ran through your thoughts endlessly. The way his hands touched you that night made you feel on fire, the way his kisses felt as if it was what you had been missing, and the way he felt inside of you… it made you feel whole. 
You snap out of your thoughts when Asher pinches your exposed thigh. 
“It’s staring,” he whispers as you both stand up when the bridal music starts playing. Asher moves you to be in front of him to see the bride better and you instantly tear you when you see her. 
Your heart feels heavy as you watch Gemma walk down the aisle in her beautiful wedding dress with Harry walking beside her, her arm wrapped around his, and tears in her eyes as she watches all the people she loves here for her today. 
Her handsome husband to be, Michal, waiting for her at the end with a breathtaking smile and looking starstruck. 
Harry kisses her cheek as he hands her to Michal at the end, wiping a quick tear away from her cheeks, and you can see the whispered “I love you”. 
Harry moves to stand in the empty seat in the front row, a few rows in front of you, but across the aisle and Vivian wraps her arm around his. 
She looks beautiful. Her long blonde hair falling down her exposed back in ringlets, her tanned skin glimmering underneath the lights, and her perfect body in a long baby pink dress with a slit to show off her never ending legs. You hate the way your gut fills with jealousy. 
But Harry doesn’t look down at her. 
Instead, he slowly tilts his head to the side as the bride and groom exchange vows, while the whole crowd is watching them, and he’s looking for you. 
You glance up at Asher who’s staring at the couple with a big smile. You look back at Harry and his eyes are already on you. 
He smirks, his eyes taking in your outfit, and his expression darkens. He winks at you when you both make eye contact and you blush under his stare. 
You quickly look away from him when you feel Asher wrapping his arm around your waist, on instinct you lean your body back into his, and jump when you feel how hard he is against you. 
Your eyes go wide as he leans down to you and whispers, “I can’t wait to fuck you in your wedding dress.”
“Asher!” You whisper at him with a gaping mouth, but a smile nonetheless. 
Your sex life with Asher was anything but boring. It was never boring with him. 
He was just like Harry in the way that he was a giving lover. He’d rather give, give, give and then take. 
That’s why a part of you feels torn as to why you feel so happy with Asher. So content and lucky. But yet… when you’re with Harry, you feel whole. You feel as if he’s what you’re missing in your life. A part of you can’t let him go. 
You want to tear your heart out for feeling this way because it’s a constant battle with your brain. Because you know what you did was wrong. In so many ways. But somehow, you know you don’t regret what happened. 
You only wish for it to happen again. 
You proceed to sit down, crossing your leg over the other, and listen intently to the couple saying their vows. 
Your eyes glancing between the couple and to the back of the head of curls. The curls you love. The curls you can still feel underneath your fingertips when you’d tug on them. 
Your skin breaks out into goosebumps, Asher notices, and kisses your shoulder. “Gets you nervous too, huh?” He whispers into your ear. You nod without taking your eyes off the couple. He slips his hand into yours and you hold onto him to try to distract your mind from Harry. 
You have no idea how you’re going to make it through the night. 
It happened after midnight. 
You were already four drinks in, sipping on your fifth cocktail of the night, and standing up as you watched Asher dance with Anne with a big smile on your face. 
You feel someone pat your shoulder, you look over to see a young brunette waitress holding a folded up piece of paper, she hands it to you quickly with a smile, and goes back to serving drinks. 
You hum, holding your drink in your hand, and sprawling the note open. 
Meet me in the bridal room in 10 xx 
Your eyes widen as you crush the paper in your palm, eyes searching for him, and you still when you meet his own. 
Harry is standing across from you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his drink, and he smirks at you. Vivian is at his side, laughing at something Gemma said, and without a single clue. 
You lick your lips, drown your drink in one gulp, and go to the dance floor to Asher. The song had just finished, Anne was laughing and waving at her face, and reached to you to kiss your cheek when she saw you. 
“He’s a gem, baby!” She says as she pinches Asher’s cheek and proceeds to walk away. 
You nod at her words, looking up at Asher, “I’m going to pop to the restroom, okay babe?“ 
He kisses your lips quickly, nodding, his eyes searching for something. “Go ahead, babe. Searching for my next dance victim.” 
You giggle as you watch him taunt off to one of Harry’s aunts, who immediately falls into Asher’s hold for the next song, and you search the room for Harry. 
Who had already left Vivian’s side. 
You start to walk off the dance floor when you feel someone catch your arm. 
You stop when you see Vivian holding onto you, you smile quickly, and she does the same. 
“You look beautiful, honey.” Her pink tinted lips expand to show her beautiful white teeth. Her posh southern English accent flowed out lavishly. 
You hold her hands in yours, “Don’t flatter me! You look breathtaking.” 
“Harry went off for a smoke, yuck.” She says with a childish grin and sticking out her tongue in disgust. 
“Gross habit, huh?” You joke as you try not to show how awkward you feel. 
“Has he invited you to the wedding yet? We set the date for October.” 
You nod your head, “Of course! I can't wait!” You lie through your teeth as she sighs happily and hugs you unexpectedly. 
You stumble in your heels, hugging her back, and patting her shoulders slightly. 
She hums in content in your arms, “I’m so happy we can be so civil with each other.” She pulls away and holds onto your elbows. “Especially with you and Harry’s history,” she whispers as if it’s some secret. 
You laugh and wave your hands at her, “Nonsense! But I do have to run, Viv. I have to freshen up.” 
She immediately lets you go, smiling, and she waves you off. Then she continues to go back to speaking to another group of guests. 
You stare at her for a second, second guessing your upcoming actions, but then proceed to go down the long hallway towards the bathrooms. 
You had no idea how to get to the bridal suite. You fumble with a door in the back, which leads you to a stairwell, you shiver with nerves, and start walking up the secluded stairs. 
You manage to get to the second floor, the music sounded muffled up here, and the carpet hid the sound of your heels. You walk slowly as you peer into the doors down the hallway. 
You suddenly feel a hand on your wrist, pulling you into a dark room, you let out a low gasp, and the door shuts quietly behind you. 
You're pushed against the door, the light flickers on, and Harry’s standing in front of you. You hear the lock click behind you. 
“What took you so long?” He says breathlessly, his big  hands falling onto the curves of your waist, pressing his hips against you, and you can already feel how hard he is against you. 
His gaze fixed on you, green eyes piercing into yours, and his hands caress your waist. 
You bite your bottom lip as you take him in, “Your fiancée did,” you reply bluntly. The alcohol flowing in your system makes you feel brave. 
He hums in response, but doesn’t falter at your comment. His eyes taking you in. 
“You look bloody fantastic,” he says as he places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a rough kiss. His hands on your face making your skin feel as if it’s on fire. Goosebumps erupt over your skin and you feel flushed already. 
You immediately wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling him into you, and opening your mouth for him. Your tongue fighting against his, moaning into each other's mouths, his hands bundling up your dress higher and higher. His hand moving down to your core, he gasps when he feels you bare against him, his fingers touch your smooth and soaked core and his knees weaken. 
“Fuck, baby. You’re not wearing any pantries?” He asks in shock, his mouth open in a pant, you’re sucking his bottom lip, shaking your head, and hitching your hips to him so he can touch you. You can feel yourself throbbing and aching for him already. 
He slips a finger into your drenched folds, you moan in pleasure, feeling his cold fingers against your hot skin, he starts peppering your neck with open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of saliva and licks on you. 
“You’re fucking perfect,” he moans against your covered breasts, he slides down the straps of your dress, you help him, tugging down your dress to reveal your naked breasts, and he moans as he sees them. He immediately pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, his finger still working you open, he slips in a second finger, and you tilt your head back against the door in pleasure. 
“Fuck,” you mutter as your hands go into his gelled up hair, tugging at his curls knowing he loves it, and his fingers move faster in you. His thumb slips to touch your clit, you jump at the sensation, and he starts rubbing you. 
He slips another finger into you, curling them in, you let out a deep moan as he works up his speed, you move your leg to wrap around his waist to give him better access, and he continues to lick your breasts. Sucking each nipple into his mouth with pleasure. 
You’re already a panting mess underneath him as his fingers work you open, curling at the perfect angle, his thumb moving delicately at the right pace against your clit, getting you closer to your release, and he knows you're almost there. 
“Your pussy is fucking drenched for me,” he whispers, licking up your neck, pulling your lips into his as your leg thightens against him. 
You start moving your hips faster, knowing his cock must be aching right now, he hisses at the contact, increasing his speed, and you cry out in pleasure. 
“I’m close,” you say with a shaky breath. 
“Let go, baby. Come for me,” he growls into your ear, “Soak my fingers,” he demands. As soon as he speaks your body reacts to his words. Your entire body seizes with your release. 
You feel your entire body shaking against him, your wetness drenching his hand, down your thighs, and Harry continues to praise you. 
“That’s my good girl.” 
“So fucking good for me.” 
“You’re fucking mine.” 
“Such a good fucking girl,” he says as he manhandles your body towards the nearest surface. He slips his fingers out of you, you cry out at the emptiness, he shushes you, and lifts you up by your hips onto the bathroom countertop. 
He shoves your dress up to your waist as he starts unbuckling his belt. You take this time to admire him. His white button down shirt was buttoned down to reveal his butterfly tattoo, the sleeves were rolled up, his hair was disheveled by your touch, his skin was flushed, and his eyes were blown out in pleasure. 
You moan when you see him shove his pants down along with his underwear, his hard cock fumbling out, thick and throbbing. The tip of his cock red and angry, leaking precum. 
“I want you,” you moan at him with grabby hands. He pulls you into a kiss, licking the roof of your mouth, and he pulls away to align himself to your entrance. 
You both take a second to look at each other, staring into each other's eyes, and he enters you slowly. Your jaw falling slack as you feel him enter you. 
His cock spreads you open, slowly and tightly, never getting used to how huge he is. Your walls are burning around him, feeling him throbbing inside of you, you pull your legs to your side to allow him better access, one of his hands on your waist to hold you and the other against the bathroom mirror. 
He bottoms out inside of you, his public hair rubs against your bare core, you moan at feeling him so deep inside of you, and you wrap your arms around him. Pulling him closer to you as he starts to move. 
He starts off trusting into you slowly, letting you adjust to him, you can feel him so deep in you, both panting, he puts his free hand underneath your dress on your lower stomach, he moans when he feels himself there, “Fuck. Can you feel me here, baby?” 
His raspy breath is on you as you nod against him. You push your hips against his to show him how deep he is, his hand grips your naked thigh, “Fuck!” He curses out in a whisper. 
You clench your teeth together to stop yourself from being too loud, his thrusting becomes faster and more erratic, he allows himself to get lost in your pussy, feeling blissful and euphoric as he thrusts deeply into you. 
You kissed him frantically, savoring every second you have with him, his hands never stopped touching your skin, and he continued to thrust into you at a relentless pace. 
“Harry,” you moan out, “You’re so deep.” You cry out, your head tilting back against the mirror, and letting the feeling of pleasure overtake your body. 
“That’s it, sugar. Let the pleasure take over you,” Harry says slowly, letting his cock thrust into you, admiring the view underneath him, your chest heaving up and down, your nipples perked up and hard, and your skin flushed in a slight coat of sweat. 
You whine as you continue to roll your hips against him, “I’m close,” you whisper. Your hands moving to his shoulders, holding him in the right position, his hands moving down to grip your waist, allowing you to move on his cock as you wished. 
“Come with only my cock, Princess.” He demands, his lips swollen by your mouth, and you can only nod. Drunk off his cock. 
“I..” you start, feeling your release coming closer, “I’m almost there,” you whisper sweetly to him, you pull his face to yours, kissing him, and you feel yourself come undone underneath him. 
Your mouth falls open with moans, eyes squeezing shut, your walls clenching around his pulsating cock, and he continues to thrust into you. 
“That’s my good fucking girl,” Harry praises you as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, he follows your release as he lets his orgasm take over him. He releases into you, his cock pumping his seed into you, your pussy clenching on him, and you both pull into each other. Lips wrapped together. 
“Fuck-such a good girl. Taking all of my babies,” he whispers into your mouth as your pussy continues to milk him dry. You both slow down, letting yourself come down your orgasms, and you smile when he peppers your face with kisses. 
He slips out of your sensitive pussy slowly, he walks over to the spare sink, wetting down a washcloth, he walks up to you, eyes never leaving yours, and he reaches down to clean you up slowly. 
You gasp at his touch, his finger slipping into your wet pussy, and he pushes in his sperm deeper inside of you. His eyes watching you drunkenly, “Filled to the brim with my babies.” 
You kiss his cheek when he pulls out, cleans you up nicely, and you slide off the counter. You adjust your dress, fixing your straps, and wiping away any makeup that got messed up. 
Harry is standing behind you as he watches your every move as he cleans himself up. He tucks himself back into his pants and zips himself up. He washes his hands, with a smirk on his lips, and you do the same. It’s quiet now. No more moans or cries or whines anymore. But it’s a calming silence around you. 
You both finish cleaning yourselves up. You turn to look at each other, eyes locking, hands intertwining, and you both lean into each other. His big palm on your cheek, lips brushing against yours, and he pulls your lips against his. 
Kissing slowly. 
His forehead leaning against yours, “Just say it.” 
The unspoken words he wants you to say. You know you can’t. Because you know the minute you say them, he'll do it. He'll leave Vivian without a second thought and you can’t bear the thought of you both breaking the hearts of people you love. 
But are you really doing any better? 
You’re still fucking Harry every chance you get. You just had sex with him with both of your fiancés downstairs.
“We can’t,” you whisper sadly, gripping his hand on your cheek, and you give him one last longing kiss. 
His lips reach for yours when you pull back, his thumb on your lips, his eyes open back up, and you give him a sad smile. 
“Let’s get back to them?” You ask. He nods and unlocks the door. 
“You go first,” he says. You can hear the hurt in his voice, but decide to not comment on it. Knowing what he will say. 
You grip his hand tightly then let go. You fix your dress one last time and give him one last look before heading back downstairs. 
You stop at the bar to get a drink to not look too suspicious before finding Asher. 
Your eyes move along the dance floor to see Vivian dancing with someone you don’t know and Asher is sitting at your table, talking to a friend, with a drink in his hand. 
He’s leaning against his chair, sipping his drink, and looking flushed from all his dancing. He notices you immediately and stands up when you reach him. 
His hands going to your shoulders, eyes worried, and you fake a pout. 
“You okay?” He asks, concerned. His puppy dog eyes wide with worry. 
You nod, kissing his cheek, and whisper,  “That lobster ravioli did not sit well with me.” He laughs at your comment and rubs your belly. 
This would be funny if it wasn’t so horrible. 
“Oh, baby.” He pouts at you and you both sit down. You sip on your drink as he continues his conversation with the person next to him. 
Your eyes catch Harry as he walks down the venue, buttoning his suit jacket in a swift motion, fixing his hair with his hand, and he cuts in with whoever is dancing with Vivian. He wraps his arms around her, her doing the same, and his eyes meet yours. 
He dances around the dance floor with her, but his beautiful green eyes never leave yours. 
You feel jealousy pull the pit of your stomach as you watch them. 
Asher notices the song playing, “Let’s dance, baby.” 
Before you can say anything, he’s pulling you up to your feet, you’d stumble to set your drink down, and you fall into his arms in a slow dance. 
His back is facing Harry, arms around each other, and you continue to dance together. 
But now in a slow song, your eyes never leave Harry’s. 
And you wish it was you in his arms. 
Harry wishes the same. 
But you both know it’ll never happen. No matter how badly you both want it. 
It’s an unspoken acknowledgement between you two. 
You wish things were different. 
You both do. 
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celebtf · 1 month
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Harry and The crown
I was so done, I had been working too many hours for this, serving meals, cleaning all 17 floors and all 30 room in the castle, I never get any respect around here for all the work I do.
If you haven't guess it, I work as a server for in the Royal castle in England for Prince Harry. I been working there for 15 years and I still get treated with such a disrespect. I deserve more, I clean, serve him food, fix his paper work, at this point even being his body-gaurd, he has people for that but it's me who still needs to do it.
" You can leave now for today, I need to sleep and everything that needs to be done is done" Harry said to me and I turned around and rolled my eyes and started walked towards the end of the castle.
" I wish he could feel how I have it everyday " I said to myself quietly and started to leave. I opended the gate and I started to walked the road and down to the city where I had my car parked.
" Hey you, I heard what you said. You wish somebody else could walk in your shoes, right? " I man came up to me, young, handsome, I didn't think I was speaking so loudly.
" Go home and sleep and tomorrow when you have the chance take it" the man said and later walked away, I countined to walk, thinking about what the man said and drove home.
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The next day Harry had to be in the Royal church, it was a sunday, he always was in the church during the sunday-service. I just walked alone in the kitchen, cleaning, doing the dishes. It was as boring like yesterday. I checked my watch " 10:30 " well Harry will be away for atleast two more hours, I can walk around a little.
I went upstaires to check all the rooms, to see if I missed any, I never did but I had some time. I was walking around, I came to Harry's room, I'm usually never in there but maybe it needed some cleaning.
Then I saw it, on a display in harry's closet, I saw the royal crown. It was so beautiful.
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I took out the crown from the display, and I put it on my head, it was so heavy. I was being very careful not to drop it. " It should've been me, why does I never had any luck".
I knew I had time so I put on one of Harry's suits, I wanted to see how it would feel to be a Prince just for a Moment.
" What are you doing with that and why are you in my room " Harry had come home earlier then I thought, shit, I was so screwd.
I was about to unbotton the suit when I felt my body starting to fill it out, my muscles started to grow, so did my feets, the shoes was not big anymore. I felt an electric touch and I felt myself grow a few inches. My face was on fire, my nose got smaller, my jaw shaper and freckles started to appear. My dark hair bleached to a ginger color and my hair got shorter. I felt this wave of pleasure down there and I felt myself grow harder. I grabed my hard bulge and laughed.
I saw Harry and he looked at me in terror, I looked in the mirror in the closet. " Looks like I'm the Prince now " and Harry's body started to change in to my old, his ginger hair darkend, he grew shorter.
" Guess I have a new Butler " I said in my new brittish accent. I picked up my new phone " Hey Henry, can you pick up this butler, he isn't doing his job right " I saw the fear in Harry's new eyes.
" I have places to be, but good luck in life and your car is parked down the road " I laughed and went outside to the cab waiting.
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I steped out the car, heard hundets of screams, only for me, because I'm the Prince of England and nobody knew the diffence, I laughed to myself and walked up the staries to watch the Tennis game that was playing.
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I started to think about earlier, how I had become the Prince of England and nobody here knew it, I felt myself growing harder in my suit-pants " Harry, you have hide this, well later when I get home, I will have some fun in my new bed and might have to explore under to see if I can find some toys to use " l laughed and pretended to know the game.
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morganalatina21 · 10 months
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Manipulating Death: Chapter Twelve
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Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.
a/n: yo yo! (Timmy's voice). I know, I know, it's been a rough couple of months since I last posted something but i was just starting college (i passed in one of the top best in my country so I'm really glad), and now that everything's outta the way I can go back to writing so better get used to receive some news from me baby!
Aaand, Ik this one's a little shorter than usual but i just wanted to announce that im back so... yeah
(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)
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When summer came and Harry had to go back to Hogwarts and then back to his uncle’s house, Sirius was ready to throw hands.
The remaining marauders grew a very solid anger towards their old headmaster after everything Y/n and Regulus told them about, and were ready to disobey him one more time, however after some long days of talking, they decided to play the game.
If Dumbledore was allowed to lie to them and risk their lives as if they were a bunch of pawns, so could the Order.
So Harry, Hermione and Ron went to Hogwarts to finish their fifth school year, the Potter would write letters to his sister everyday and once every two days they’d talk through the fireplace.
He’d tell her how his day was, how he missed the twins fooling around, how Umbridge was such a pink bitch he could throw up; and Y/n would give small hints about how their search for the Horcruxes was going, and the best way to hex his professor without her knowing.
He avoided referring to her as a sister, and just went with “a very dear friend”, and also never mentioned Dumbledore, just in case he decided to somehow capture Edwiges and read the messages.
But they were so happy being able to talk to each other basically everyday after being almost sixteen years apart.
The boy was happy he, for once, could write home, to someone who was actually interested, some family.
Of course, before, he had Sirius, but the man saw him as a replacement for James, and Harry viewed him the same way; this was different, he didn’t saw Y/n as his mother, neither did her.
But it was pretty clear he was jealous whenever someone else interacted with her.
Like this time when Hermione told him she sent a letter to Y/n to ask about some potions and how she was healing, Harry turned red immediately and wondered why she was so worried if she wasn’t her sister.
Or whenever they were talking through the fireplace and Regulus would be right beside her in the room.
“It’s like” He mumbled, “You guys have your own families and I don’t interfere, let me have mine!”
Speaking about her healing, it took longer than expected, and she hid that from Harry, not wanting the boy to worry over nothing, but Regulus only allowed her to step out of the bedroom when her brother was going back to Petunia’s house.
“Honestly, I do think I will die here.” She confessed one day when he came in with her meal. “But of boredom.”
The day Harry had to go back to his uncle's, he decided to see his sister one last time before spending the entire summer without her.
And everyone got a pretty clear view from Harry's jealousy that day.
Remus left the house to receive the golden trio outside, not knowing an exact hour they'd be there, so it was just Regulus and Sirius downstairs and Y/n in her room.
The kids' presence not being exactly announced when they arrived, both Black Brothers thinking she'd be asleep and didn't wanted to bother the poor girl.
Well, they were wrong.
Because her voice came loud and clear, not even a little groggy: "Hey Reggie?"
They perked up at that, the man standing up.
"I'm bored, do you wanna come lay with me so I can play with your hair?"
Their eyes widened, staring at the younger Black in pure shock. He nodded his head at them, as in greeting goodbye and started going upstairs.
Mid-way he started running towards her, knowing she'd probably change her mind if he took too long. "Yes!"
Harry was fuming, as red as Ron's hair.
He busted into his sister’s room and finding her messing with Regulus’ curls. The boy shooed him away harshly and dropped his own head on her lap, staring at the Black with a cold glare that made Y/n laugh.
After a couple minutes, they decided to hang out with everyone else, and Harry would never leave his sister, following her around like a shadow and even making Regulus jealous, and it was so comic for his brother.
She told Harry things they couldn't talk about through letters, like the possessor's training that Reggie was responsible for, or how the Horcruxes hunt was going in full details.
"That reminds me, I got something for you." Y/n announced before sprinting upstairs, to which Regulus was really unhappy about. But she then came back a few moments later, with an old and messy hairbrush on one hand. "It was our father's, it's the only thing I have from him and I want you to have it."
"Are you sure?" He reluctantly asked, holding it as if it could break and disappear if he as much breathed on it. But Y/n shook her head yes with a huge smile.
"Consider it an early birthday gift."
The boy felt his eyes watering, sucking in a hiccup and holding the Potter in a tight hug that almost made him cry his eyes out.
Throughout the rest of the year, Harry would look at the hairbrush almost as if he was begging for his dad's guidance. He felt back on his third year, standing by the lake, with Sirius and his own image passing out on the other side, waiting for his dad to come and save the day.
Except that right now, he knew it was basically his own mind giving him advice. The boy was desesperately trying not to get his hopes high that Y/n could bring them back to life.
She sure was powerful, but after her death she appeared to get weaker and weaker by the day.
He'd get letters from Remus or one of the Black brothers saying she was too sick to write, that they'd keep him uptaded on any important news.
But how could Harry stay fucking calm? Deep down, he felt lied to. He had no reason to suspect his godfather or his sistser's godfather, but Merlin there was something wrong.
And he was right.
Because a week after he arrived at the Dursley's, Regulus Black woke up to an empty bed except for himself.
Calling out her name, no answer.
The basement just as empty as the bed.
Sirius and Remus? Clueless.
Kreacher? Obliviated.
Y/n Potter was, once again, missing.
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sundrop-writes · 2 months
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Opening up requests for Criminal Minds for MLTs, Reactions, and Headcanons.
Requests are CLOSED as of March 17th, 2024. I am simply keeping this post up in case I have use for it in the future.
I will mainly be writing for Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, and Emily Prentiss. And I may include Will Lamontagne, depending on the context. And for group prompts, I may add Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, and maybe (platonically) Jason Gideon.
Please read everything on this post before sending in a request.
To clarify:
MLTS - 'Most Likely To's aka a short description explaining which character of the group (or two, or three characters) would be 'most likely' to do something or enjoy something. This could be exploring their potential enjoyment of a kink or how they would behave on a date, how they would be as a romantic partner. It can be anything you want, get creative. (Ex: mostly likely to seek revenge if you were harmed by an UnSub, mostly likely to have a breeding kink, most likely to enjoy PDA, most likely to want kids, etc.)
Reactions - 'how would they react to...' aka a short description explaining how the characters (two or three, you can choose) would react to a certain situation. (If you want this format done with the whole group at once, it will likely be much shorter.) (Ex: how would they react to seeing you in lingerie for the first time, how would they react to seeing you punch someone, how would they react if someone insulted you, etc.)
Headcanons - a collection of bullet points that creates a shorter, quicker, more efficient style of fic by taking the reader through a tour of ideas, the character's reactions and thoughts in a shorter format. (These are like full fics, but can usually be done faster.) (Ex: headcanons for friends to lovers with Emily, headcanons for JJ being possessive of the reader, headcanons for the group finding out that the reader has been hurt, etc.)
General Rules and Guidelines for Requesting:
Requests should be sent to the ask box on this blog. I don't accept requests in DMs because it is too disorganized and difficult to keep track of them. Finished fics may be posted as separate posts, or they may be posted as a response to the ask.
Every single one of my fics includes a reader character. I don't do character x character fics. If you are making a request, I will assume that you want to read character x reader fics, and if you don't specify the gender of the reader character, I am most likely to write the reader character as a cis female. Also, I am very likely to include the term Y/N in my fics. (If you think that's too cringe, run along. I grew up in a time where Y/N was sacred and cringe didn't exist.)
Speaking of which - in your request, please specify if the reader character is female, male, or gender neutral. When I write gender neutral fics, I do not describe the reader’s genitals or gender presentation in any way, so I don’t write ‘GN AFAB reader’ fics. If you want the reader to be described as having a vagina, that would be a fem reader in my fics.
Also typically, I don’t describe the reader character as having specific physical traits. I like my reader character to be as broad as possible to appeal to as many people as possible. I don’t write a character that has a specific race, height, hair color, etc. but one exception I have to this rule is that I love writing fat/plus sized readers in my fics. I love spreading love for fat bodies, especially through fics - I love making people feel good about their fatness through the gaze of a fictional character. So definitely feel free to send in requests for a plus sized reader character, as it’s one of my favorite things to write. 
For reference, I will also write about a reader character with autism or chronic illness (someone with chronic pain or a fainting disorder, or someone who uses a cane or a wheelchair), because these are groups that I am a part of and I know that they are not portrayed in fiction often enough. If you have any questions about these aspects, please let me know. 
Also, if you do want to include in the request that the reader has certain non-physical traits, that's okay. Like describing the reader being nerdy, outgoing, artsy, being a single mother or a parent, etc. in your request - then I am likely to include those in the fic. Those kind of traits help to aid in the plot and differentiate the reader from my other fics.
I will accept requests for poly ships. (Character x Reader x Character.) I am a huge fan of requests like this, and for Criminal Minds specicially, I am very open to writing many different poly ships - like Elle x Reader x Spencer, JJ x Reader x Emily, Will x Reader x JJ. Maybe other combinations, I’m not sure. I will field them as they are suggested. I won't do more than three characters in a poly ship for this fandom, including the reader character. (But I might do some kind of headcanons or something for the entire group being a polycule just because it's fun.)
I will write smut, angst, or fluff, but I mostly prefer writing smut or angst. When requesting smut (or smutty themed things), please specify if you want the characters to be dominant or submissive. In your request, write ‘sub!reader’ or ‘dom!reader’, something to denote the dynamics to let me know what you want it to be. I am a big fan of writing submissive men, so I won’t shy away from things like that - but I will write any dynamic as long as it’s properly communicated to me. 
I will write for a lot of dark topics and different kinks. In general, the list of things that I won’t write is a lot shorter than the list of things that I will. So if you’re wondering if I’m okay with a request or not, just ask. 
For reference, my big ‘nos’ are: virgin!reader fics, or fics where the reader is sexually inexperienced or portrayed as innocent. I am okay with doing a ‘faux’ innocent reader (someone who is only pretending to be innocent), and I am also okay with writing about a canon character being a virgin and having their first sexual experience with the reader. (That’s something I love writing about, actually.) I am okay with writing about sexual coercion, sexual blackmail, or dubcon. (Or even noncon or cnc, under certain circumstances.) 
Also, I don’t write fics about miscarriages, safeword use, or extreme choking kink. And while I don’t write about miscarriage, I am okay with writing about pregnancy - it’s something I enjoy writing about, actually. I also enjoy writing parenting fics and family fics with children.
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allur1ngs · 3 months
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could you give more information on hyo? we all know bada + bebe because they’re of course real but since hyo is an oc, we don’t know a lot about her. like her hair color/style, height and age, hobbies and personal things like that <3
okay, here's an official deep dive on Hyo!!
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this is her official face claim, kim hieora's appearance in bad and crazy!! (i actually haven't seen the show...lmfao)
full name: kim hyo
she's 5'8, making her slightly shorter than bada and lusher, has dark brown (black in low lighting) hair, fair skin, and is 25/26 years old (i haven't decided yet hehe).
style: she loves a super laid-back and casual style when she's not wearing her normal suit, which is basically almost never...
hobbies: ...she doesn't really have time for any... but if on the off chance she takes a day off (literally once in a blue moon) she enjoys reading!! she's an avid reader and loves history!! she did very well in her studies, but history was always hyo's strong suit!!
likes: she LOVESSSS chocolate. that might be her only weakness. she likes sweets in general but not to the extent that she likes chocolate. she also likes cold showers and cold weather.
dislikes: disappointing bada. i feel like i've beat this point into the ground but it's such an important part of hyo's character!!
i'm going to go into a small rant so you've been warned but...
i'm not sure if anyone picked up on it from AWOOL, but hyo is the daughter of chung-hee, bada's bodyguard when bada was younger. hyo always looked up to her father because he was so dedicated to his work and she thought that the idea of protecting another person is such a noble cause/job to choose in life. so when she grew up she idolized her father greatly, and the few times she met bada while she was young, she also grew to idolize her too. bada has always been strong and independent, even before the death of her mother, so when hyo got to see how she took charge in her life without being arrogant and using the influence of her parents, hyo was like "yeah, i want to be just like her."
adding onto that, the lees basically kept hyo's family afloat. they paid her father an incredible sum of money for his work, and before that hyo grew up very poor, so she was basically taken out of poverty by the lee family.
(let's also not forget that chung-hee and mr. lee were also best friends since like childhood, so naturally hyo appreciated him a lot)
so after her father retired, bada--still recovering from the lingering affects of her mother's death and having no trust in almost anyone, somehow managed to trust hyo (because she was chung-hee's daughter)--who was now much older, to become a part of bebe.
hyo wasn't bada's bodyguard although she wanted to be--lusher got that privilege--but the second you stepped into bada's life she was assigned to protect you, and after that hyo felt like that was her calling. to protect the person most precious to bada like ji-ah (the man who killed bada's mother) didn't do. because of all that, she greatly respects you and thinks of you as a little sister she has to protect with her life.
okay rant over🤗
other things hyo dislikes includes, traitors--i'm sure you can guess why--snobby rich people, which in her line of work are literally everywhere so..., and people who disrespect those who have given them so much. in bloody knuckles, you'll see a bit of hyo's frustration with reader come out when she realizes that she lied to bada. she does, to an extent, understand and sympathize with reader's reasoning, but she sort of grows cold with her after that.
and before anyone starts to get any ideas, because i'm sure they will...hyo would never NEVER date reader or bada!! she thinks of reader as a little sister (not to mention bada is in LOVE LOVE with her and hyo would never betray bada like that), and bada is hyo's boss and someone she idolizes, she would never be in a relationship with either of them in the canon. and even out of canon bada is NOT hyo's type at all
okay that's all i can think of for now so let me know if you'd like to know more :D 🩷
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angry-trashcan · 7 months
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Foxglove
Chapter five to Braided Lilac
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Warnings: Mentions of past abuse. Reader uses they/them pronouns.
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Going through a portal was never a fun time. Especially when the whole camp had finally settled for a much needed night of sleep. You were laying on your back, Four across your chest when the ground gave out from under you. Your scream along with everyone else’s startled groans came to a sudden stop when you landed on your back, the sun bright in your face as the portal closed over you.
Four groaned heavily over you, eyes wide when a sudden wave of nausea came over him. He could barely get a ‘fuck’ out before he scrambled off of you. You sat up slowly, the hard landing on your back doing you absolutely no favors. Looking around, it seemed like the portal had managed to pull the whole camp through, fire and all. Though small logs from it were scattered about along with belongings spilling from bags. Groans and complaints were coming from everyone, even Time mumbling as he started to stand. “Is everyone okay?”
“Yeah, I have a question. What the fuck was that?!” Sage was rubbing his head, glaring at the older man.
“A portal. We told you they pull us through places.”
“Like that?! You never said anything about that!”
“Because it’s never done that before.” You interjected, slowly standing. Warriors appeared next to you, grabbing an elbow as you swayed a bit. You gave him a small smile, leaning into him. “Of course, it has to be daytime here.”
“I say we go back to sleep anyway.” Wind complained, curling back into his now very muddy blanket. Wild kicked him.
“We can’t rest until we figure out where we are.” Time explained, pulling his chest plate over his head.
A suddenly very awake Sky pulled his shirt over his own head, “I know where we are!”
“So, we can sleep?” Wild kicked Wind again.
“We’re on the surface, really close to the settlement. Come on! We should get going!” Sky was rushing pulling his boots on now, nearly forgetting to tighten his baldric completely.
“Slow down there, Knight. We’ve all got to get out stuff together.” Time put a hand on his shoulder. His gaze went around the destroyed camp, landing on you for a moment. Your arm was still being held by Wars as he helped you step into your boots. You acted like you didn’t notice his harsh glare.
The camp was picked up as fast as sleep deprivation would allow everyone to move, bags thrown over shoulders and groans coming nonstop from Wind as Sky paced around. “Oh goddesses, I wonder how much has changed since I left. Do I look different? Have I gotten taller? Shorter? I-“ Sky continued his mindless mumbling even as he lead the way to the settlement. Wild would pause on the path occasionally to take a picture of a weird plant or simply stare up at the trees.
Your own mind was racing as Hyrule talked to you. What was Sun going to be like? Would she approve of you? Would she be upset that you get to travel with Sky? The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming even as you stepped over the threshold into the settlement. People stood on wooden ladders, hammering into half-built buildings. A few kids ran in the street together as their mothers called after them, begging for them to come to eat. Sky ruffled the hair on one of their heads as they ran past the group, a smile plastered to his face.
“It’s gotten so much bigger!” He exclaimed, arms thrown wide.
“It has been over a year.” Time pointed out, patting the knight’s back.
“Don’t remind me, but now we’re here!” His pace picked up even more as he narrowed in on a small home in the middle of town. His knuckles hit the door rapidly, stepping back and shaking his leg in anticipation. The door creaked open only slightly, enough for someone to peek out.
“Who is it?” A woman’s voice carried out.
“Take a guess.” Sky’s smile somehow grew even more as a blonde woman launched herself at him. He caught her, spinning her around before putting her on the ground and placing a hard kiss on her lips. They both laughed through it, her having to push him away to breathe.
She looked up at his face, “How have you managed to look much older yet younger at the same time?” Still laughing through her words.
“Maybe it’s the missing you that’s done it.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, sleepyhead.” She ruffled his hair, eyes falling past him to the group standing awkwardly behind. “Oh! I assume these are your companions?” She stood a bit straighter as she turned to face everyone.
“They sure are, this is the team!” He motioned towards everyone as he introduced them, saving you for last in his roll call. “And this is Y/N.” He outstretched his hand to you. You looked at it for a moment before taking it, taking a few steps to be next to him.
“It’s great to finally meet you, Sun- Zelda. I’ve heard so much about you.” You smiled slightly, bowing a head towards her.
“And the same to you! Link here doesn’t shut up about you!” You looked up at him through the side of your eye.
“Is that so?”
He groaned, “Zelda-“
“It’s all good things, don’t fret. He just seems very-“ Her talking paused suddenly as her eyes fell to your shoulder. “Very… happy.” Her hand fell to her side, fingers twiddling with a red feather hanging from her waist.
“Well, I hope he is. I try my best to keep him that way at least.” You smiled at her, your own hand coming up to fumble with the red feather braided over your shoulder.
She hummed, her smile faltering ever so slightly. “So, I do believe you lot will need accommodations. Thankfully, I have enough room for you to stay here. You see, we don’t have an inn. Don’t exactly have a use for one.” She motioned towards the open door to her home. “Make yourselves at home, everyone.”
You smiled at her, “Thank you, I truly do appreciate it.” You bowed your head to her again before following after the rest of the chain.
Sky started to follow after, though he was stopped by Zelda’s hand on his elbow. “Is everything okay?” He asked in a hushed voice.
She motioned with her head for him to come with her to the other side of the small porch. You left the door open as she had it so that they could come in when they were finished. It had been a while since they had seen each other.
The inside of the house was modest. A small sitting area in the middle of a large main room, a door to the right which you assumed went to a bedroom, and a small cooking area on the left with a large pot over a pile of ashes. You couldn’t help but smile. This is domestic. Everyone took their time settling into places around the sitting area, bags and weapons being thrown into a pile in the corner. You did the same, taking off your boots before sitting on a cushion next to Four. He put his arm behind you as he leaned against you. “I’m still tired.” He groaned.
You laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders and bringing him into you. “Me too. And we were cuddling so good, too.” He groaned again, nodding into your side as his red-glazed eyes fell closed for a moment. The door closed shortly after, Sky and Sun came into the room with red faces. Sky avoided eyes as he made his way to the bedroom, closing the door hard behind him. You looked around the group, Four sitting up off of you.
“Is everything okay?” Hyrule spoke up.
Zelda seemed to just notice that they were all there, looking down to where everyone was sitting. She shook her head, seemingly an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, everything is fine. Just a little conversation is all.” A few nods went around the group as Zelda took a seat among it. She sat across from you, eyes falling back onto the red feather.
“I know it’s only midday, but if you’d like I can start cooking. We fell in the middle of the night into the day here. So, we’re all hungry and tired.” Wild’s voice snapped her out of her trance on the feather.
“Oh, yeah that would be great.” She smiled weakly at him before looking around at everyone else. “Link has told me much about each of you and your travels. I hope that our small town will treat you all right during your time here.”
“Thank you, Zelda. We do appreciate you letting us stay here.” Warriors smiled at her.
Time cleared his throat, “I know we are a bit of a rambunctious group, so if you ever wish for us to leave then just tell us.”
“You talkin’ about me Old Man?!” Wind cried out, “Because I’ll have you know that I’m the most well-behaved pirate on my damn ship!”
“Example A.” You mumbled, motioning towards Wind.
Zelda laughed, “I promise you are all no bother. Though I would encourage you to explore the settlement. I’m sure you will find something to keep yourselves busy with.”
“She’s trying to get rid of us.” Sage shook his head, “I know a cue to leave when I see one.” He stood from the ground, stretching his back. “I’m going to go take a look around. You lot can join if you want.”
“I’ll come with.” Hyrule added, standing and following him to the door. After a few moments, everyone except you, Warriors, and Zelda had left. He stood, offering a hand for you to join him.
“Actually, I’d like to speak with Y/N. If you don’t mind giving us some time.” Zelda smiled softly to Warriors, who in turn looked to you.
“Is that okay?”
You nodded, smiling. “I’ll come join when we are done. Will you see if there is a bakery?”
“There is, on the opposite end of the settlement.”
He agreed, “Of course, dear. I’ll meet you there.” He closed the door with a soft click behind him.
Silence fell between the two of you. It lasted for a long few moments as you fiddled with your hands and loose threads on your pants. You could count every breath she took, timing them. It wasn’t until you muffled up the courage to look at her did you see her still looking at the feather. Your hand rose to it and grasped it softly. Your voice was even softer as you broke the silence, “He gifted it to me about two months ago now. He told me you had one as well.”
She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. She took the one on her waist into hand, “I do. He gave it to me when we were engaged.”
You smiled gently, “I know. I think it’s a wonderful gift to mark the occasion.”
She hummed, “Do you know what loftwings mean to us? And how significant they are to us?”
“I do, they are said to be the other half of your soul.” Your words sounded more like a question, trying to figure out where she was going with this.
“Yes, but there is more to that.” She shook her head, taking another deep breath. “When you are betrothed, you are supposed to give a feather from your loftwing to the other. Think of it as similar to an engagement ring. It is an important part of our culture and history.”
Your breathing hitched, going for the chain that held the feather in place. “Zelda, I wish I had known this. I am so sorry that I have overstepped.”
She put her hand up, stopping you. “There is no need, it is not your fault. I just wish that he had told you that it was an engagement.”
The door to the bedroom creaked open as Sky walked out, looking to you both sitting across from one another. He closed his eyes, and for a moment you thought he would retreat back into the room. Instead, he came and took a seat next to both of you. His hands fell into his own lap, lacing them together. Another silence came, this time, the both of you were waiting for Sky to break it.
So, he did. “I’m sorry that I gave you the wrong impressi-.”
You cut him off, “You didn’t just ‘give me the wrong impression’. I asked you if this was an engagement and you told me no.”
Zelda sat up straighter, looking at him for an explanation. He shook his head, looking down. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Do you know why I’m not talking to Time? Lying. And look, now you’re lying too. Have you lied about anything else?”
His head shot up to face you, “No, I-“
Your voice got louder, your hands lacing into your hair and pulling it. “No, once a liar always a liar. Which other ones of you are lying about something? At this rate, probably all of you.”
Zelda's eyes fell onto you, watching you take rapidly faster breaths. “Y/N, I do think we should talk about this.”
You shook your head, hands falling onto your knees. “No. There is nothing to talk about. You lied to me, Sky. About something this important, too. And to think, I was just telling you the other day that I would be willing to marry you.”
“Y/N-“
You stood before he could finish, “I’m going to find the others. Who knows, maybe Sage won’t lie to me.” You closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath as you heard shouts of protest on the other side. Your hands shook when you pushed off of the door. You stepped off of the porch, feet crunching leaves. The others weren’t in the street. Probably off somewhere else.
Your feet carried you aimlessly through the street. Searching for someone, anyone. But did you really want to be around any of the others right now? That makes two liars in a month. Two too much like him. You hit the palms of your hands to the side of your head, groaning. You knew in all rational sense that they weren’t lying to hurt you, that they weren’t him. But even the small betrayals felt like a knife twisting in the still-bleeding wound. You wandered through the half-built houses until you reached a marketplace. Tears slipped down your cheeks, the overwhelming thoughts flooding through you showing their teeth.
You found yourself sitting on a wooden bench, staring blankly in the distance as people wandered by, making little notice of you or your tears. A weight sat next to you, but you didn’t care to look. Tears continued falling as you grip your hands together, the people becoming a blur in your eyes.
“Seems that didn’t go well.” Sage spoke from next to you.
You hummed, not giving him a real response.
He sighed, leaning back onto the bench. “Wars is waiting for you at the bakery.”
You didn’t give any answer that time, blinking slowly to let the tears out.
“Want me to walk you over there?”
Again, nothing.
“Y/N, I can tell you don’t wanna talk. But I’m not just going to leave you here alone.”
You looked over at him, puffy eyes finding his. “I do wanna talk.”
He nodded, “Then let’s talk. What happened?”
“No, not about that.” You looked at his hands in his lap, “Talk to me about anything but that.”
He took a deep breath, “There’s this town in my Hyrule, it’s called Tarrey Town. I have a house there that I built myself.”
You smiled ever so slightly, “That sounds nice.”
He smiled with you, “It is. I have a stable for my horse and everything. Bolson, the mayor of the town is a real treat too. He’s fun to be around. He has a wife and daughter. They’re Gerudo.”
“I like Gerudo Town.”
“Me too, the people are great. That’s where I got this.” He pulled his sleeve up, showing a tattoo on his bicep. The intricate lines laced together to form a sword, pointing down into a line of triangles that wrapped around to the other side. “It was designed for me since I helped protect the town.”
“That’s really nice of them.”
He lowered his sleeve, covering the design. “What wasn’t nice was how it felt. Hurt like a bitch.”
You snickered, watching the way his mouth ticked up when you did. “I can only imagine.”
“I almost made them stop half done. It was horrible. I don’t know how people can cover themselves in them.” He shook his head, “The woman doing it just had someone come hold my other arm down so I couldn’t move too much. I’d rather get fire blasted by a dozen Wizrobes than do that shit again.”
You laughed this time, hand coming up to wipe away the remaining tears. “That bad, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“Can’t say I do.”
He watched you for a moment, “Do you want to head back or go get the others?”
You shook your head, leaning back into the bench. “I think I want to just stay here for a while. If that’s okay with you.”
He smiled again, “I think that’d be okay.”
(NEXT)
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eluminium · 2 years
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Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post
Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst  @tsukinouta  LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022
-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3).  (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)
-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious
-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.
-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.
-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)
-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son
-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.
-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though
-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.
-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)
-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.
-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3
-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?
-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.
-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.
-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.
-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.
-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.
-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)
-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials
-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.
-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.
-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.
-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.
-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)
Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022
-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.
-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)
-Impulse has a collage degree in computer information systems, because he was too spooked by a full on computer science degree.
-Despite being born in Iowa. Impulse has lived in Arizona since he was 5 years old.
-Impulse was born in 1981. Skizz is 2 years older. You do the math.
-Impulse ain’t no single child, he has a sister who once saved him from drowning. This was after he had colided with a boat on a Jetski as a kid.
-Impulse is a father of 3, his oldest is heading to collage (at the time of writing) and his youngest is 10.
-If any government or HOA people asks what Impulse’s new studio is (at the time of writing), it’s totally just a guest house. nothing else. nothing to see here.
-He met his wife in collage.
-His channel was originally made to be a sort of memory box of him and his son playing games together.
-His wife has a Etsy store where she sells custom made jewlery. It’s called Desert Medows Design (it’s actually pretty sick ngl)
-Impusle is a pretty big “sportsball” (aka Sports) fan and usually brings it up in streams. Not for long though considering he recognises that most people who watch him aren’t that into sportsball (his words not mine. honestly though it is pretty cool to listen to, could be just a me thing.)
Third addition of facts 12th of August 2022
-Impulse has a back injury that appearenly reappears to cause problems sometimes. He got it from playing Volleyball one time and messed up a muscle in his back when jumping. According to the man himself, when that pain flares back up it can leave him stranded on the couch with ice packs and heatpads for a fair while.
-According to Skizzleman, Impulse doesn’t handle blood very well. He got hit in the face with a pizza box once and the bleed he got from that made him serverly nauseous.
-Impulse has a slight gluten intolerance Fourth addition of facts 18th of August 2022
-Impulse has back teeth retainers.
-Impulse hates olives. Like “Will throw up” levels of hate. He shares this hatred with Tango.
(thats enough for now but i’ll probably add more as i think them up)
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for @monicafave who asked me about my opinions on Lucius Malfoy.
TW: very brief mention of sexual assault (DE crimes).
Honestly, one of the (few) improvements the movies made on the books. Jason Isaacs is hot. And has so much charisma when playing the villain I cannot see anyone else doing the character justice in the remake. Also, Lucius doesn't have long hair in the books, but it's the only way I imagine him (my headcanon is that Draco grew his hair out eventually too). Also, the choice to make him unshaven in the last movies? Gold. 10/10.
He wore his hair a little shorter in the First War, but still long enough it could be tied back with a ribbon.
Is a victim to one of the worst takes in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom of all time, which is of course abused!Draco. It angers me more than abused!Black Sisters, or abused!Remus... grrrr, it makes me so mad. If there is one (1) character in the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom, only ONE that we can be sure wasn't abused by his parents, that was Draco. Where - where? - do people get the absurd idea that Lucius was a cruel father and husband, who routinely cheated on his wife and beat her and their son?
(Also, imagine beating/cursing Narcissa Black, who was not only vicious herself, but also the beloved only sister of Bellatrix Black Lestrange. Like. Who would do that? Madmen wouldn't do that.)
Abusive Lucius for the sake of being cruel makes me laugh. It makes me giggle. The man wouldn't be able to correctly use a Stinging Jinx, never mind the fucking Cruciatus Curse, on either of them if Lord Voldemort was pointing his wand directly between his eyes. Although-
Yes, he is a coward. Which, by the way, there is a big difference between being unable to actively hurt your family members and passively standing by when they are threatened/tortured. The big, realistic failure of Lucius, the one that would sour his image in both Draco & Narcissa's minds by the end of DH, is not that he hurts them directly, it's that he says nothing, does nothing, when his son is branded by the Dark Lord and sent on a suicide mission, is that he says nothing, does nothing, when his wife and son are openly mocked by the Death Eaters, who do as they please in his own home. If Voldemort threatened to torture either of them, Lucius would probably fall to his knees, beg for mercy, but he would not, could not bring himself to stand up and dive in front of the curse. He would watch, horrified, as they are tortured- that is what spoils their view of him in the end.
As the author herself has said, the Malfoys' saving grace is that they love each other.
His fault is cowardice, not cruelty (to family at least) and that's the hill I'll die on.
Lucius, as a character, represents the banality of evil. Indifference. Cowardice. Casual cruelty. Upholding of unjust systems. Not sadism. If you don't understand the difference, you're a bad writer.
Moving on.
He was highly competent in the First War. And by competent I mean competent. There is no way this guy was Voldemort's... second in command (?) or at least one of his top-ranking Death Eaters if he acted anything like he did post-Voldemort's rebirth.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh at his character, actually. He's so petty (he tries to ban The Fountain of Magical Fortune from the Hogwarts Library because it depicts the relationship between a witch and a Muggle, which he deems obscene, and when Dumbledore replies “Nu-uh, suck it, I know about all the Half-bloods in your family tree you hide”, the response prompted several further letters from Lucius, consisting of "opprobrious remarks" on Dumbledore's sanity, parentage, and hygiene).
He's a simp for his wife, whom he loves more than anything in the world (except maybe for Draco). He tries to send Draco to Durmstrang, where Karkaroff is headmaster and no Muggleborns are allowed, and Narcissa says “No, I want my son close to home” and that's the end of that. He puts up with having Bellatrix in his house (she really doesn't like him), and the two of them don't kill each other merely for Cissa's sake.
In my headcanons, they didn't hate each other in the First War. They weren't best friends by any means but they respected each other well enough and had a somewhat cordial if a bit prickly relationship (although, I love fics that get their bickering right). But then Halloween 1981 happens. I have a lot of headcanons for that night and I don't think I've ever really detailed them, so I will now.
They have an early dinner all together - Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan - and then the Lestranges leave. After the clock strikes ten, they feel a searing pain in their forearms. The Mark is gone. There are a few minutes of what the fuck do we do now and two very distinct ideas pop up. Bellatrix would rather die than forsake Voldemort, she's willing to battle every soul in Britain if it means finding him. He is not dead, he is not. He is immortal. They have him, they've captured him with some weird trick and are holding him hostage. Lucius, on the other hand, takes a good, hard look at his left forearm and decides well, this fucking sucks but at least we had a good run. He is not about to risk his family name by picking duels with the Aurors. The second after he's waltzing in the Ministry, telling everyone who'll listen that he's just woken up from the Imperius Curse, and blackmailing/bribing/threatening his way out of Azkaban. You must do the same!, Lucius and Narcissa tell Bellatrix. Traitors, backstabbers, vermin, is the reply. She is truly, seriously, hurt and furious that they would denounce the Dark Lord. To her, it's the most horrid of betrayals.
This is when she loses her second sister. It's the moment Narcissa makes it clear that not only she will denounce Voldemort with every breath, but she will stop Lucius from going after a dead master. We have a son, Bella, he is our priority. We have a son, and you do not. You don't know what it means. It's a nice little parallel to the end of Deathly Hallows - I cannot stress this enough: Narcissa's lie to save her son causes her sister's death. Narcissa indirectly kills her. Bellatrix and Narcissa's relationship is never the same after that.
On a lighter note. It's canon that Lucius has little hobbies: peacocks and collecting Dark artefacts!
Also, he has a sick interior designer because the secret chamber beneath their living room is a marvellous idea, I need one of those.
A bit of a germophobe.
Cruel, but again: casual cruelty. Yes, he enjoys tormenting Muggles because they are less than human to him; no, he does not enjoy watching little Mudblood children get bitten by Greyback or Muggle women being raped (and no, before you ask, he would never lower himself to something like that, even if Narcissa wasn't in the picture).
Inspired by the movies, of course, but he has great fashion sense.
He was nice looking, definitely not incredibly handsome (unlike my boy Rodolphus who is hot) but he was very charismatic, so much so that Narcissa Black fell desperately for him, much to Andromeda's dismay and Bellatrix's perplexity.
Elaborate courting ritual (peacock-like, get it? ah ah).
The second most extravagant wedding of the century (Bella & Rod take the cake on that, you have no idea).
I am fascinated by his relationship with Voldemort. By the end of the second war, the two pretty much despise each other (and if Cursed Child is to be believed - which I don't - Lucius had a Time Turner tucked away and never once tried to use it to bring Vold back). But what about during the first war? Lucius' loyalties were always to the Cause more than to the man, and yet he is given the Diary. First War Lucius must have been fascinated by Voldemort - we see a hint of this in GoF when he asks Voldemort to tell them how he managed to survive the Killing Curse.
I think Voldemort saw this fascination and somehow, in his usual arrogance, misunderstood it. You see, the way I think of (and write) the Death Eaters is very Succession-y: everyone wants to be Voldemort's favourite, the one to sit to his right, the closest to him. During the First War, Lucius would have sold his mother to be closest to Voldemort. His entire worldview shifts when Draco is born, and as Lucius grows to love him. The same went for everyone else, including Snape. This is why, to me, Voldemort doesn't see their betrayals years later: he is used to thinking that they would do anything, sacrifice anyone, for him. He doesn't see that the love they feel for others is stronger than whatever fucked-up bond is there.
And, if you think about it, the two Death Eaters that are truly, fanatically, loyal above everything else are the two that are in love with/love him. Bellatrix and Barty.
Stopping now because my head is falling on my keyboard from sleepiness. Hope you enjoyed! I probably have more somewhere.
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zappedbyzabka · 3 months
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Ftm/transmasc Johnny thoughts...
(tw for everything on that topic)
His white-knuckled grasp on masculinity and the way he thinks he should perform it—all these arbitrary things he and others have applied manliness to, like how much meat is in his food, sucking up his feelings, and how attractive women find him: It all just feels like a person who thinks that if they don’t keep up a strict image of masculinity then everyone will take away that ‘Man’ title.
Just like any boy worries—especially trans boys.
Johnny wants to be perceived as and live as who he is. It’s hard when if you’re a nonconforming guy, you’ll be seen as just a girly boy, but when you’re someone who has to take more steps than that, who has to put in way more effort to even receive that “boy” title, anything could end up with you thrown back in the box of “girl”.
He had the privilege of having a rich stepdaddy who just wanted him to be quiet and behave however he could get that to happen—which happened to be testosterone, cutting his hair even shorter than it was, and being called “He”
Plus, a white lie that he was just an effeminate little kid who grew out of it to anyone who was confused as to where Laura’s pretty daughter went. He just had to avoid anyone who really knew him before.
Because people accept that more than the truth, which is that he was a girl who was always a boy.
Kreese was the only man besides Sid whom he had as a male role model—and of course, Kreese was the only one he loved. The one he thought he should be like—and we all know what a wonderful impact Kreese has.
He wasn’t allowed to care like his mother. He wasn’t allowed to cry. He wasn’t allowed to be a pussy. He wasn’t allowed to be anything but what he saw in front of him, what he saw in movies—stereotypical and obvious.
If he said he enjoyed the dresses his mother used to buy him, he's a faker.
If he mentions that he always loved little soldier toys and monster truck jammies, then he’s not faking. When he’s in the locker room talking about girls and football, isn’t faking. If his towel slips, he’s faking.
That’s how it is. It doesn’t matter who he is inside if people can’t see it.
It’s tiring. He didn’t really enjoy playing a whole new act.
But he clung to every shred of “proof” he had, even when he started to pass. Even when all the “Mis—I mean, Sir”s stopped, even when there was no trace of Joanie.
When she was dead to him and everyone that knew her.
Bobby was there the whole time, he watched Johnny’s progression, was the first to call him Johnny, and was the first Johnny felt comfortable changing in front of. Bobby had some difficulty with his parents over it, and it made Johnny feel terrible. It felt like he was a burden, and his freakiness would always get in the way. That’s why he took so long to be open with any of the the other Cobras about it, besides the fear of getting thrown in a lake for what he is.
Just his existence caused ripples.
He could always tell when his mother missed her daughter—some days he felt like a murderer.
He didn’t like the pressure he felt with the girls he pursued to be this overly masculine meathead. Ali never pushed him into anything—she actually seemed to hate his macho act—but there are rules to being a boyfriend, like there are rules to being a girlfriend, right? You gotta be dominating and tough, and you can’t let her touch your ass even if you want her to, and you can’t talk about other boys you find cute because only girls can like boys, and he’s not a girl just like he’s not a fag. That’s what it is to be the man of a woman.
He didn’t want to be questioned. He didn’t want to see doubt in anyone’s face.
Maybe it was one reason he was so fucking angry about Daniel.
It felt like Ali went off to find herself a real boy. One who couldn’t fight, had no muscles, and probably didn’t even know who Rocky was- did none of the things Johnny had to do.
He wasn’t even taller than Ali like Johnny!
He got to just got…relax into the role of being male.
But maybe it was his view of women that he learned from Kreese that drove her away. Maybe it’s how he forced himself to act. Maybe it’s because his strive had him stepping on women by accident.
Johnny found himself wanting to be more like Daniel. Unquestioned in his shortcomings. Effortlessly masculine yet not always doing what’s expected of him. He could do things like...keep his own hair silky without feeling like a gender traitor.
It was infuriating. It was unfair. It was embarrassing. It made him wonder if he slipped up with Ali and she lost attraction to him. He wondered If he wasn’t enough.
Kreese “had no issue with such a strong appreciation for the male lifestyle.” Saw that unique pain in Johnny as another way to mold him. Told Johnny that if his parents failed him, he’d be there to provide his hormones. You really can’t fuck up with a kid that desperate to be accepted, can you? Desperate, glowing potential Kreese needed to keep hidden under his wing. Doesn’t matter what he calls himself, as long as he does what Kreese tells him to.
He could drip alcohol into the cut when Johnny misbehaved with a simple pronoun slip up.
When Johnny got choked by Kreese and completely lost a pillar in his life, he fell completely into his persona, even when he was with the Cobras who always had a way of making him forget he wasn’t born like them.
Beer and chicks and cars and meat—hell yeah, right? Yeah. Yeah. Those are his favorite things. That’s all he wants. Men are supposed to want to fuck things and they’re supposed to look at porn, so he tries to want it. He’s a man’s man, and he never wants to do any of the feminine shit he used to.
He was near-frantic when he kept having rough patches and couldn’t afford his hormones without Sid’s allowance. His life was in that old man’s hands, and when Daniel raised the rent, he felt sickeningly afraid that he’d have to choose between giving up his dojo or giving up the shots that made him feel just okay enough to keep going.
It feels like the comfort of being the man came with a whole new torture caused by the weight of what it really means to be that man—The feeling or the performance? Is he still man enough if he misses a shot?
He never had any surgery. He honestly never really thought about it–he was the only trans person he knew growing up, and he didn’t really…want it? Whenever he told people his condition, that was always the question. “So...did you get surgery yet?”
Yet.
Like he had to do it. As if it were required of him, like all the countless other things, if he wanted to be who he was on the inside.
His chest was the same size as a man with pecs on the plumper side, so who cares? He liked the way he looked there. No one ever commented on his chest, because it’d be rude to say anything about that that to a man.
He didn’t want doctors touching him, or observing him. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it.
He still wears binders like he used to and stuffs his pants every now and then—on hard days when he’s worried someone will look into his eyes and just...know.
I imagine Daniel having zero idea until he happened to find Johnny with his binder halfway on. Ending up ruddy and panicked and slamming the door closed to give Johnny privacy.
And Daniel’s old and not all that well-versed in such things, but he tries to be gentle with delicate topics and delicate people.
The talk he and Johnny would have would be awkward. Snappy and defensive on Johnny’s end.
He would somehow be more knowledgeable on the topic than Johnny and it wouldn’t go to far the first time, but slowly and surely Johnny would open up for him. Tell him more and more. Reveal what the big driver for his anger with him was.
There’s something sweetly validating about the man you considered an enemy for so long accepting you as you are and validating you—even with all the details.
Maybe Johnny starts to cry again. starts grooming himself again. Gaining his “I don’t care what you think because I could kick your ass” attitude.
Maybe all the joy of having people that care about him in his life—reconciling with his kid perhaps—has him relaxing his shoulders for once.
Maybe he lets himself try a queer bar. Lets his eyes wander over to other men, easy and guiltless unlike the other times, because truly what’s manlier than liking other men? Maybe he lets himself go home with one, lets himself ask for what he wants because the guy seemed to already understand everything, like he’d been with people like Johnny before. He had no expectations.
(There’s also a world where Sam confides in him about her feeling like she has to be hyper-feminine and palatable to be liked when maybe she wants to shave her head and still wear skirts—)
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gravedigginbbydoll · 9 months
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Hair Care
curly hair! gn reader x Eddie
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AN: Absolute Fluff and short! This is inspired by the fact that I am STILL trying to learn how to treat my hair because it's been so damaged from all the bleaching and I haven't been treating it like curly hair/ am still learning the ropes. Pls any other curly/wavy hair people (esp those of you who have bleached or dyed your hair) give tips if you can :) anyways, like and comment and reblog pls, as always!
Content: GN! Reader, no description of appearance other than shorter than Eddie + soft and voluminous curls. Eddie learning Curly Hair Routine, established relationship, fluff.
“Are we almost done?,” Eddie whines from the seat below you, his hair still visibly wet and his lips in the most adorable pout. You want to kiss the little spot between his brows that furrowed but instead roll your eyes at his dramatics, smiling softly. 
“Eds, it’s only been like 5 minutes. Don’t be such a drama queen,” You joke, smiling at how he seems to further slouch in the small chair you set up for him to sit in as you tried to help with his hair. 
Eddie prides himself on his hair, loving the length and the curls, bragging about how similar it is to Kirk Hammett from Metallica. He also loves your curls and how they always seem to look so full of volume and soft. You two have been together for some time now, but it wasn’t until today that Eddie caught you on a wash day. 
He had excitedly jumped into the shower with you, helping wash and condition your hair. Brushing softly while your hair was wet, and you had done the same to him, humming as he bent down to let you get to his scalp. When you had exited the shower and started working on your hair routine, Eddie had cocked his head at you like a confused puppy. He mostly used leave-in conditioner after a thorough wash and let his hair air dry for simplicity. Your heart leapt at the sight and you shyly offered... 
“Want me to do yours too?” 
Which is what led you here. You explained to Eddie about the curl cream, the curl gel, the mousse, and the serum that you used in order to protect and hydrate your curls. You know Eddie grew up with Wayne mostly, who is a simple and gruff man, and definitely has lived his life with straight hair. He hadn’t grown up with a routine or guidance on how to keep the wild mane soft and protected. You also know Eddie did take care of his hair despite this, the soft locks usually kept tousled and effortless with the teeniest little bit of hairspray (his biggest secret) . And the last thing you’re sure of, is that despite Eddie’s grumbling over having to sit in a chair for longer than 5 minutes, he loves to be taken care of from time to time. 
You take your time, working the curl cream into the hair first, curl gel next, then the mousse. You get him to scrunch his hair a bit and then wait a minute before beginning to work on using your diffuser on him, his pout deepening because for the next few minutes he couldn’t speak over the roar of the blow dryer. You could see his shoulder relax, however, and his eyes seem to stare at you in the mirror, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. No matter what you did or how long you were together, his gaze never seemed to fail at making your heart skip a beat. 
After the whole thing is said and done, you softly work the serum into his hair, and scrunch out the stiffness from the gel. You smile down at your handiwork, admiring his soft and voluminous curls, then look at him in the mirror as he stares at you, eyes soft with clear affection. 
“So…whaddya think? Am I the top hairstylist this side of the Mississippi?”, You joke, feeling his eyes on you, his mouth tilting up in that crooked smile you felt your heart flutter for. 
“It’s amazing, baby. Thank you,” He says softly, kissing your cheek and squeezing your hand. “Now I gotta brag to Harrington that I’m ‘The Hair’ now,” He grinned, dimples making an appearance. He raced out of the bathroom, heading straight for the phone.
You laughed, shaking your head. 
Steve is never gonna let you hear the end of this.
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five-rivers · 5 months
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Ancestral Chapter 20
A shorter chapter today. Written for ectober 2023 day 26: cult.
“What–  How?  How could you possibly do that?” asked Danny.  “How could you even be sure it’d show up on a– In a ghost’s clothing?”
“What?” asked Matthew.  “The Key?”
“Yes, the Key,” said Danny.  “It’s supposed to do that?”
“Yes,” said Gwensyvyr.  “I helped create the enchantment myself.  It isn’t the only one on the key.”
“The compass part?” guessed Danny.  
Gwensyvyr nodded.  “There is already a construct of magic in it, and that makes it so that it stays with the one who carries it, if they should become a ghost, until it is touched by a syvyr of our line.”  She shrugged.  “I could show you the schematic, but I fear it would not mean much to you.”
“I mean…”  Danny trailed off.  “Probably not.  I guess.  But… why?  And is it a new key, or–?”
“Oh, we could have done that.  In some ways it would have been easier.  But, no.  This is the same key, brought from a distance.”
“But… why?”
“Because it is in the nature of those who fight to die, and sometimes far from home,” said Gwensyvyr.  It would be… ill advised to leave any Key in the hands of the enemy.”
“Danny,” said Jazz.  “What are they saying?”
“Oh,” said Danny.  “Oops.”  He quickly summarized the conversation from the point where he’d stopped acting as a go-between.  
“What did they mean by the ‘last Key?’” asked Jazz.  She seemed to be the only one put together enough to really ask questions.  “Vivian, do you know?”
Vivian shrugged and shook her head.  “That’s just what they said.”
“I don’t like that,” said Matthew.  “There are other Great Gate Keys, but they should be… they aren’t out and about where anyone could get them.”  He bit down on his lip then started typing on his phone.  
“So,” said Eugene.  “Who were they?  The people who…”
“I don’t know,” said Vivian.  “Evil bastards.”  She blinked tears from her eyes that vanished as they fell.  
“I have a thought of who they might be,” said Gwensyvyr.  “Or who they might originally have been.  It is suspicion, only, mind, and to understand you must learn a history that has been forgotten.”
Everyone leaned in again, as if that would make them hear better, faster.  Danny saw hands on knife hilts and fists bunched in clothing.  
“You remember, Dannyl, Yazmyn, what I have said before: all kinds of people leave ghosts.  The House of Dyrys has old enemies.  Enemies as old as I am.”
“The viking kings,” said Lewis.  “The ones who killed your husband.”
Gwensyvyr raised a finger.  “A little too fast, grandson, but, yes.”  She let her finger fall back to the surface of the table with a tap.  One that, by the flinches, everyone heard, not just Danny.  “It is difficult to speak of even now, and there are rites older even than myself which I have tried to follow, though the years flow like sand in a glass.  Needs must.
“You know some of my story.  I was born on Myz, near what is now Sy Roch.  Then I was called only Gwenn, for my hair was as white then as it is now.”  She touched one of her braids, pulling it back behind her ear.  “We were not one country, then.  Nor were we even nine countries.  There were few raiders in those days, and no one desired to be beholden to another.  Yet even so, there were things we had in common.  Language, names, rites, knowledge, and the knowledge that is beyond knowledge.  So when a priestess of the sacred pool came from Myrgyn to seek a successor for one who had passed, it was considered a blessing and an honor.
“There were nine of us.  Three for the pool itself.  Three for the spring that fed it.  Three for the apple tree that grew on its banks.  They were wondrous things.  Their magic was apparent by sight alone.  They glowed with it.  Some days, when the stars were right and the correct sacrifices were made, the surface of the pool would glow green, and become a door to the beyond.  A drop of the water of the spring in the mouth of the living might cause one to see spirits.  A drop in the mouth of a dead body might cause it to seem to live again for a time.  A drop in the mouth of a spirit - or mere proximity - might cause them to be seen and heard and other things besides.”
Definitely a portal, then.  
“The tree bore red apples and green, as you might see on any tree, but it also grew apples of gold and silver.  The silver apples could heal any ailment.  The gold granted power.”  
Gwensyvyr paused.  “It was a matter of great importance that the pool and its gifts be guarded.  Some few could be granted to any who asked.  But even something as small a bird or a fly that fell into the pool, or a worm that ate of an apple, could become a horror.  Evil, vile things would come from the pool as often as the good, or they traveled from elsewhere to seek it out for their own ends.”
“You were doing what I do in Amity,” said Danny, before he could stop himself.  “You were guarding a portal.”
“I’m not altogether sure what you are doing in Amity,” said Gwensyvyr, “but it would not surprise me if it were so.”  
Danny ducked his head, feeling eyes on the back of it.  Everyone was looking at him.  He knew it. He was going to have to explain that in more depth before too long.  
“But when I was not much older than you, the vikings came.  They came with great ships, with weapons, and with their own magic-weavers.  And, of course, we fought back.  We had our own weapons, we had our magic, and the sacred pool at our backs.  For some years, this was enough.  And yet even these things could not stall our enemy forever.  Not when he had been eying the riches of Myrgyn and the bounty of the sacred pool.  One by one, my sister-priestesses were killed, and I ran to the only escape I had available.”
“The portal,” said Danny, starting to see where this was going.  He swallowed back nausea.
“Yes.  The pool.  I was not fast enough.  With one foot in the pool and one on the shore, I was felled by an ax.  But I fell forward, and that was sacrifice enough.  The pool granted me its gifts, and by extension, life.  But I was so very weak, and when I crawled from the pool, the raiders were still there.
“They did not recognize me as one they had slain - who would?  They had not even truly seen my face.  Instead, they took me as a slave for themselves, and took me to the one who had led them.  The one who, in those days, thought to make himself a king.”
“He called himself Erik the Dark in those days, though I learned enough of him later to know that had not always been his name.  But Erik was a name for kings, and so he took it.  In this age, you might know him by another.
“Pariah Dark.”
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all4seth · 3 months
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seth clearwater x female reader
lower case intended
i sat down at one of the empty tables and let my right shoe slip off my foot for a moment. it hurt my feet; my dress was also too tight and it started feeling itchy, my hair wasn’t sitting right and i could have ripped my bracelats off my wrist right then and there.
i closed my eyes and replayed seth’s promposal in my head. he had brought me flowers and asked me in private, because he knew i would get shy if it had been in front of other people. of course i said yes; seth has been my boyfriend for so long now, yet it didn’t feel boring, not one bit. my love for him only grew day by day.
i opened my eyes and searched through the crowd. there were so many people, many of whom know my boyfriend, yet i know none of them. i wish it was easier for me to talk to people.
seth was out there, surrounded by his friends. he looked so happy. he patted one of the guys’ arm and then his eyes quickly searched for mine. when his gaze met me, a huge smile grew on his face, and i couldn’t help but smile back.
i got up from my seat and waited for him to reach me, and when he did, he gently caught my waist and spun me around as he kissed me.
“you look so beautiful” he whispered.
“thank you. i love you”
“i love you too, baby”
“who’s the pretty lady, seth?” a voice asked from behind us.
we flinched and quickly pulled away, only to see the group of guys that seth was talking to earlier.
they burst into laughter once they saw our faces.
“don’t be jerks, guys. this is y/n, i’ve talked about her to you” seth said.
i could feel my face getting red.
“we’re joking, of course we know who you are”
“seriously though, seth talks about you all day, every day” a shorter boy said.
“quil…” seth murmured, faking annoyance while he was clearly embarassed.
“he’s driving us nuts” an older boy laughed “i’m jared cameron”
“i’m y/n. wait, actually, you said you know who i am. sorry, i’m a little nervous” i giggled, stiffly.
seth rubbed my arm, in an attempt to calm me down.
“we won’t bite” embry laughed.
“speak for yourself” jared replied.
seth gave the boy a dirty look; you could see just how jealous he was.
i intertwined my fingers with seth’s and squeezed his hand.
he looked at me with soft eyes, as if asking “do you want to go somewhere else?”
i nodded.
“it was great meeting you” i told the boys that were still joking around.
“see you guys around” seth greeted them and the two of us walked away.
“leaving so soon?” paul pouted, as a joke.
seth rolled his eyes in annoyance but kept on walking.
“i was just getting to know your little girlfriend, too bad she doesn’t speak much” paul added, but no one laughed this time.
my heart sank. not when paul’s words reached my ears, but when seth turned to him, his body shaking, trying as hard as possible to keep composed.
“don’t speak about her like that” seth demanded.
“calm down, dude” paul mocked.
i brushed my fingers against seth’s and he instantly calmed down, just as our eyes met.
he and i left the school without adressing another word to paul.
seth drove us to my house and entered with me.
my parents were gone for the weekend, meaning it was only the two of us. we made our way to the second floor, into my room.
he was still visibly angry so i rubbed his back, but he didn’t look at me.
“oh, seth” i sighed and kissed his cheek.
he looked into my eyes and i could see the anger vanishing, sadness taking its place.
we sat in silence, as i rubbed his back, replaying tonight’s events in my mind. i didn’t want seth to feel pressured into talking to me, so i silently let him know he could talk to me, whenever he felt ready.
“you know paul wasn’t actually hitting on you, right?” seth said “i’m not saying you’re not pretty or anything, because you’re obviously the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, but he’s just such a jerk and i-“
i kissed him.
“i know, baby, it’s ok. i only want you” i reassured him.
he kissed me back, more passionately this time. his tongue made its way into my mouth and i ran my hands through his hair. his right hand was holding my waist, while the other was cupping my face. his left hand fell on my waist as well.
he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
“i love you, y/n”
“i love you too”
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tokillamockingbird427 · 2 months
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I finally remembered to Mich post at a convenient time. (Get it? Mich post? Sounds like shit post?)
Mich is an OC I created with @callofdooty and he is a massive meme! Half of the shit we gave to him character-wise was done with the thought "This would be funny." and we were 1) Right 2) Also somehow added depth+feels to it.
Mich, pronounced like Mitch, is actually named Michael. Full name, Michael Rorke. And he is Gabriel Rorke's older brother. Oh no, there's two of them! *Screaming* (Credit to Doot for naming him, the genius.)
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Mich and Gabe grew up in a classically patriotic household, and were pretty close siblings, even with the latter having a temper for everyone. (Mich has a scar on his chin/side of his mouth because Gabe whipped a rock at him once.) Unfortunately, Mich was a bit of a black sheep and felt he didn't really fit in with his family, for various reasons. So once he could leave, he did, and just never really looked back. Which left Gabe feeling abandoned. (Mich's reasons range from not vibing with his parents authoritarian structure to being queer+trans and them not really being the best people to support that.)
After he was out of the house Mich went on to live his best life. He is best described as an anarchist weed-head woods-hermit survivalist. Quite the description! My favorite idea for him was that he'd live in "No Man's Land" post ODIN because the only government presence is the military, who doesn't really bother with random people in the woods.
Here's where the depth comes in: We decided the reason Gabe is the way he is, Americas ugliest lap-dog, is because he was upset with Mich for leaving and more or less rebelling against him for it. (I have a quote to sum it up "Rebellion for Mich was running away from their parents. Rebellion for Gabe was running away from Mich.") Mich didn't really intend to abandon Gabe, it's more or less something that happened and only tried to correct once they were both adults. (Which didn't really work out well. Gabe is very iffy with him.)
Now there's not a lot more to his "canon" because he just gets tossed into various scenarios and then reacts, but I do have a list of what are more-or-less "fun facts" about him.
Mich fun facts: -Isn't bald, unlike Gabe, but does keep his hair on the shorter side. -Regularly dyes his hair random colors and patterns, the latter of which he free hands. (Has never in his life set foot in a salon. Somehow hair hair isn't crunchy.) -Likes to use "Pal" and "Little buddy" whereas Gabe is always using "Jr" and "Kid" -Wrinklier and smilier version of his brother. They look hella alike, to the point that he wigs Hesh out when they first meet. -100% can and will adopt Hesh. That's his lil guy. Logan is not exempt from this either. -Has zero problem with Gabe joining the Federation. Is more upset about the whole "Murdering his homoerotic "best friend" and traumatizing both his sons" thing. -Fluent in Spanish+Portuguese. -Has no formal military training but finds no problem wielding firearms or finding himself in combat. (I mean, he lives in NML. That place always got some kinda battle. You gotta know some fighting skills.) -Bandannas and cowboy hats are his favorite headgear. -Keeps photos of him and Gabe on his person. -Constantly jokes that his full name is actually "Michigan" and that's what "Mich" is short for. -Performed his own top surgery. /J -Very laid back personality, though he's smart enough to know when/if he needs to be more serious/strict. -Incredibly annoyed that Rorke kinda stole their last name like it's his first name. -Very aware of whatever Elias and Gabe have/had going on. Very amused by it. -"Protect trans kids" flag in his front room. -Has multiple spouses. Romantically or just legally has yet to be decided. Not that he'd tell anyone. -Has kids. Mini Mich's causing chaos. (Just don't ask where the kids came from, mf made them from clay for all we know.) -Mich and Merrick are besties. (At the very least, Mich is the person Merrick tolerates the most. Outside Hesh.) -For all the quirks he really is just some fucking guy. -Daniel and The Cooler Daniel meme.
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sodium-chloride-blog · 8 months
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Forgot to type up the red team face hc's thought process, but I'm back from Quebec now, so...
Sarge was — fittingly — the biggest enigma. His design came to me almost instantly, and he went through basically zero changes. Somehow I realized there wasn't really anything for me to add except for maybe a few extra scars as time went on. The first design felt accurate right off the bat.
Somehow I just knew the first design I drew up for him was also the only design necessary. dude just looks like that.
I had a bit of a harder time figuring out what to do for Grif, but I had a few designs I had in mind and used them all the same way I did for Tucker.
Shorter hair in BGC like everyone else, except I gave him some stubble too because Grif would 100% rarely ever bother to shave.
Obviously added the stitches where Sarge used bits of Simmons to stitch Grif back together.
Hair grown out by the time the Recollection trilogy starts up, casually tied up in a messy bun because Grif definitely wouldn't put in the effort to cut it.
Finally a full on ponytail and much more facial hair by Chorus by the time he's matured and gained some confidence.
I was admittedly a little conflicted on whether to give Grif a bun for Recollection or Chorus, since putting his hair up might have been visually symbolic of his character development as he starts to put in effort for things/people he cares about. I'm still unsure if I made the right call leaving the bun in Recollection Grif's design and letting his hair grow out in Chorus.
Lopez is just Lopez lmao
Simmons felt somewhat easier since I had a clearer idea of what I wanted him to look like from beginning to end.
Same military-appropriate length haircut in BGC as everyone else.
Freckles because they just fit perfectly on him.
Awkward nerd smile, complete with dimples and long face/nose for maximum nerdy charm (or lack thereof).
Slightly grown out hair but not too much by Recollection, plus he has the cybernetic replacements on his face now. I tried to make the pupil on his cyborg eye more rectangular than his natural eye but I don't think it's very noticeable.
Finally grew out his bangs. I was torn between this haircut and the shorter, nerdier one, so I used them both. Plus he finally grows some facial hair by Chorus as he matures into his own person.
I like the idea that Simmons gradually growing his hair out past what the acceptable length is in the UNSC is a good representation of how he's grown as a person and doesn't adhere to the rules as strictly as he did in BGC. Something about becoming less of a suck-up and gaining confidence in his own choices and leadership.
Thought it would be a neat detail that he eventually gets a scar through the eyebrow that matches the one I gave Sarge.
Please please PLEASE tell me someone noticed where Grif and Simmons are each looking.
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I struggled with Donut's design the most since he seems to have the most variation in design. I knew I wanted baby-faced blonde for BGC but coming up with a design that felt right afterwards was rough.
I ended up going through a few sketches for Donut before settling on a face with rounded cheeks and nose for a sort of boyish look.
By Recollection he has the face scars thanks to the plasma grenade. I ended up keeping Donut facing left even though it covered the hearing aid since I didn't want to throw off the balance on the page. (sorry)
I also had to give him an ear piercing. I just had to.
Some hair probably got burned off thanks to the explosion, so I imagine Donut probably gave himself an undercut on the undamaged side to make the hairstyle symmetrical. I don't think Donut had access to any hair dye during Recollection, so chances are his roots started to grow out.
By Chorus I wanted him to fully accept his face scars, so he ditched the eyepatch by then. Self love, baby.
His eyebrow on his scarred side has somewhat grown back by then, but not completely. The same goes for Donut's hair, though I imagine it grew out just enough for Donut to settle on a very stylish slicked back undercut, cuz y'know. 🫳💁‍♂️✨🌈
Donut got most of his character development post-Chorus during The Shisno Trilogy which is... Technically retconned now(?) thanks to Reconstruction coming out this Fall, so the last design for Donut probably would have fit season 15-17 more than Chorus when he really grew into his own. However, I think the design still works for Chorus to show how he matured over time.
ngl I kinda just threw something together for Doc. I couldn't really think of a design for him since there's a LOT of variation online. I'm not entirely happy with it, but it'll do for now unless I come up with something better later.
Maybe I'll draw more rvb characters sometime... Maybe the AI?
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