#but it doesn't matter anymore. so maybe i shouldn't think about it. whatever i do.. i just want to be good at it. and that's all it matters | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

navstuffs · 11 months

Note

hi dear! how you doing? please don't goo to crazy! could i request maybe a blurb or hc about leon and reader in a silly misunderstanding? like maybe they're friends and the whole situation gets them to confess? lol

A convenient misunderstanding

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

Author's Notes: hey anon, i am okay, how about you? you are so sweet, thank you so much! i made this angsty, silly and cute, so i hope you like it!

requests are open for leon, carlos, poly leon/carlos! | my leon's masterlist

You and Leon have been friends for a couple of years. It felt longer since Leon knew you better than anyone: your favorite flavor of ice cream, the temperature of your shower (not too hot, not too cold), the favorite episode of your comedy tv show, the playlist on his phone that has your name, with songs chosen by you. He cares about all the little things that matter to you because Leon likes to see you happy.

So, of course, you tell yourself you can't fall in love with him because you can't lose a friend like that, but the heart does what it wants, and in a couple of months, you realize you are doomed. Hard.

You keep those feelings bottled up for the good of your relationship, but it gets too much. So much so that Friday night, when Leon arrives at your house to watch the ridiculous-comedy-bad movie night, he finds you miserable by the sofa.

"Hey, what is wrong?"

You sniffle before you answer, opening your arms and searching for his warmth. Leon's hands immediately pull you to him, his eyes staring at you, worried. Leon looks like he is about to kill whatever made you upset.

"I think I like someone I shouldn't, Leon."

The weight of your admission heavily weighs on Leon's chest, and you can feel him freezing. His voice sounds low and almost fearful when he answers.

"Must be a lucky guy. Do I know him?"

"Yeah, you do."

Leon lets go of you, a sad smile on his face, and gently taps your chin. You really, really want to tell him, but you can't. Leon also doesn't pressure, bringing you close to him and kissing the top of your head.

Because Leon Kennedy knows exactly who that man is. His and your best friend, Luis Serra. Leon couldn't blame you: Luis always made you laugh the hardest, and Leon saw the happiness of being around him in your eyes. Leon had no hopes it was him, for more than he desired from the bottom of his heart.

"You should tell him," Leon whispers, his heart breaking a million pieces. You sigh, nodding, holding into his shirt.

So the next time Leon meets you is at a small friend gathering; the first thing Leon notices is you and Luis talking, separated from the others. He tries to be happy for you, and he indeed does, but when Luis pulls you into a hug, Leon can't bear to watch it anymore, so he leaves to the front of the house, ignoring Claire's calls for his name.

No one comes looking for him for a while, and Leon stays alone watching the stars. Soon, he hears footsteps behind him, and you join him, a drink in your hands and an adorable smile on your face. You look happy. Leon looks to the stars again, ignoring the pain in his heart but, at the same time, trying to be content for you.

"Hey."

"Claire told me to come get you. She said you left without saying anything."

"Needed some air," Leon answers straight. You are surprised by his harsh tone but don't argue. You two stay in silence for a bit until you speak again.

"Remember our conversation last Friday? About the guy I liked?"

Badum. Badum. No, please, Leon thinks, a pain deep inside his chest that he feels spreading in his soul. He really doesn't want to hear about you and Luis now, but he doesn't want to break your heart.

"I saw. Congratulations," Leon answers, crossing his arms to hide his shaky hands.

"What?"

"You and Luis. I saw. Congratulations. I am happy you confessed." Leon tried again, and you looked confused.

"Me and Luis? What are you talking about, Leon?"

"I saw you hugging him at the party?" Leon tries again, glancing at you. You still look confused, holding the cup tightly in your hands. He sighs, "Look, I am sorry, but I don't really want to hear it. I am glad you and Luis are together now, but it would be just too much for me."

"Me and Luis aren't together? What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between me and Luis!" You try to argue. Leon keeps talking over you, too absorbed and letting his feelings out, and you two end up talking over each other.

"—but, I can't, I can't see you two together. I am sorry, this is so cowardly on my part, and this is stupid, but I love you, okay? So there."

"Luis and I aren't together because the man I love is you!"

Silence. You and Leon stop, asking at the same time again.

"Did you just—?"

"Leon, did I hear—?"

Silence again, and the realization kicks in for both of you. You look down, embarrassed, your heart pounding in your chest. Leon blushes, trying to understand where he got everything wrong.

"Wait, but you told me you were in love."

"I never said it was Luis, Leon. You assumed."

"Right."

You raise your head to find your best friend completely taken back. He notices you looking at him and attempts to smile, and you close off the distance between you two, his arms going over your body as you cup his cheeks to look at you.

"You are the one I love, Leon Kennedy. I didn't say it before because I was afraid. I didn't and don't want to lose you."

"You aren't losing me. I am yours forever now." Leon whispers, rubbing your cheek. Your whole body vibrates with happiness, and when you two finally kiss, there is a sudden cheering behind you.

You and Leon separate, startled, his arms surrounding you protectively. It is your group friends, most noticeably Luis in the front, the one clapping the loudest and cheering, "Finally!" You hide your face in Leon's shoulder.

"They are never letting go of this, right?"

"Never." Leon doesn't care one bit. As long as he has you in his arms, he will be fine.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #im happy how this turned out #i hope anon doesn't mind angsty <3 #ask #asks #request #requests

672 notes · View notes

sparklingself · 11 months

Text

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

I never barred myself. (Neville)

Your imagination is truly a gift. Everything is possible in your mind. Your mind is the vessel that holds everything, every seed to every physical action, every experience, memory - it is your whole world. Consciousness is everything. Nothing outside of your consciousness cannot exist to you.

Intrusive thoughts

You have many thoughts throughout the day. You may have thoughts you may call intrusive. These are unwelcome thoughts to you. Maybe you're trying to persist with diligence and then you get these unwelcome thoughts. You might try to force them down, to aggressively shut the door to them. But then you see that this manner of trying to be rid of them with all your might isn't the most effective. The trick is to guide them to the right direction, instead of forcing them.

Your mind is your home. You should feel safe. There are no intruders, there are no others, there is only self.

So, whenever you get an unwanted thought that doesn't align with the physical reality you want to achieve through your mind, all you need to do is remind yourself. Say, I want to affirm the reality of being rich. I've been persisting for a few days, but then I look into my wallet and see emptiness. I instantly get the thought and feeling of "who am I tricking, I have no money, I'm poor". Now, you have three options: a) cling to that feeling, b) bottle that feeling, but let it accumulate back when you don't have the energy to force it down anymore or c) remind yourself that the 3D is only a mirror, only an illusion, and isn't objective reality. The true reality is what is within. Once you remember that you can go back to feeling affluent. You're not being delusional, everything is a feeling anyway. You can acknowledge physically having an empty wallet, but you know that what matters is how you feel as opposed to what you see.

What you're doing is letting yourself have that thought, but just not holding on to it by actively reminding yourself of your imagination being the almighty, as opposed to the physical which is just a mirror. This avoids that feeling coming up again, or at least makes it a more rare occasion.

2. Bottling desires

I also want to talk about desiring. I'm sure you've found yourself in the situation of desiring things you "shouldn't" desire. For example, maybe you've lusted over people you shouldn't lust over, or food you shouldn't eat, or whatever. You've had a desire and then you get the feeling of it being forbidden.

Desires should never be bottled. That's what's called sin in the Bible. Not letting yourself have your desires. However, I think there are instances where your desires should be evaluated. For example, an SP that is unavailable. It's not that you can't erase them them being unavailable, it's just that you should ask yourself why you want that person. Maybe they reflect a subconscious need unmet in yourself and it's not the person you want, but something else.

Another different example would be sexual paraphilias that harm you or other people. I hold the belief that if you desire to hurt someone you're not actually happy. And hurting someone wouldn't make you happier. That's where you also have to evaluate what you actually want.

The Bible speaks of "godly" desires and "ungodly" desires. I would interpret godly as something you truly, really want. A desire you know is pure and coming from the deepest crevices of your heart. And ungodly would be a desire that is not actually align with you. You are mistaken with what you actually want. The ungodly desire reflects the godly desire and you must find it within.

#loa #loassumption #law of assumption #neville goddard #mental diet #self concept #living in the end #affirm and persist #law of attraction #manifestation #manifesting #law of abundance #law of manifestation #manifest #edward art #spirituality #void state #meditation

715 notes · View notes

butterflysonnets · 4 months

Text

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

#eve text #elmike #stranger things #byler #only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol #tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS #god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear #i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable #i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts #elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about #even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike #i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up #the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me #and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me #and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin #also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK #so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows #i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk #tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO #stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest #anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul #i need frivolity #ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show

146 notes · View notes

spiraledfaun · 1 year

Text

I'm fast asleep in my bed, absolutely wiped from fatigue. Whether it's through my window, from my balcony, my closet, whatever, Someone enters. They put headphones over my ears, and settle into position, ready with other equipment. Audio begins to play, instructing me to become horny, docile, and obedient.

After almost 30 minutes, maybe an hour, maybe 2 hours, I begin to stir. My visitor quickly moves in front of my eyes, and waits. I come to, disoriented, hazy, and... incredibly aroused. My fear spikes as I remember there shouldn't be anyone in the room with me, but before I can think much more about that, the headphones are temporarily removed, and a VR set slides over my head. A pulsing, beckoning, seductive, all-encompassing Spiral begins to fill my vision. My mouth, my muscles, my will, all go slack.

The audio whispers to me that I want more, and I can't possibly fight it. It tells me to request more, to ask for the drugs that will make this feeling permanent. But I must ask.

I struggle, at first, but my arms won't move. I battle with closing my eyes against the Spiral, but it really seems as though I'm just finding new ways to stare deep into It. I haven't asked for anything, but maybe I don't possess the braincells to do so anymore. I don't know. I haven't tried. I haven't tried anything in what feels like ages.

Finally, I manage, "Please..."

Nothing.

"Please, I need it..."

Nothing.

"Please, give it to me, put it in me, I need it!"

My chin is tipped up, and cool, tangy liquid pours down my throat. I swallow it greedily, going even more limp as I turn over my body and mind.

A buzzing starts, somewhere in the distance. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is the Spiral. All that matters is giving in. All that matters is the Spiral. All that matters is giving in.

The buzzing moves closer, and closer, until it's touching me, and oh, fuck I realize that The Spiral gives me pleasure. All that matters is the Spiral. The Spiral gives me pleasure. All that matters is the Spiral. The Spiral gives me pleasure. All that matters is the Spiral.

#spiral slave #brainwashing #hypnokink #hypnosub #conditioning #my writing

863 notes · View notes

beanghostprincess · 3 months

Note

Sanji transitions to a woman living her best life with her crew. The vinsmokes find out the typical reactions indifference (They're kind of like kaido. Yeah, they're terrible, abusive, neglectful but they're not transphobic Jud is but the siblings are not).

Her sister is upset that she never got to spend time with sanji as sister.

Ichiji doesn't like that she looks so much like their mother it makes his feel something he doesn't know what it is happiness sadness maybe both but not enough to truly care about his sister.

yonji feelings are complicated. He's really angry, really angry. Looking at her bounty just makes him scowl she looks so nice and pretty. She also looks so happy and free not worried about judgment or slander from family and peers he hates it. He hates this weird feeling and he hates sanji. She's happy and living her life with her loving and accepting crew and he's stuck at home unable to open up about anything without backlash

( the weird feeling is envy specifically gender envy. Trans girl yonji she would be the most cold hearted girl on the planet but she'd be so pretty)

Niiji stopped caring about Sanji when she left the second time. Her being a girl now doesn't change anything and besides you could see the signs from mars of course she's a girl. He used to watch her play with her sisters doll all the time before throwing them in the moat

Jud nobody cares about his opinion

Transfem Sanji my beloved yayyyyy I love these asks!!!!!!

Reiju would be extremely happy for Sanji, of course, but a bit sad she couldn't be able to help her sooner. Because maybe- And this is unfair but- If maybe Sanji had been born a girl, perhaps Judge would've let some of the stuff she did slide the way she let Reiju be a little bit more emotional. Everything would've ended up the same, yes, but Reiju can't help but wonder. And also, she's dying to see her and her crew again to finally spend time with her sister. She isn't sure if she'll ever be able to do it, but Sanji's wanted poster kind of keeps her hopes up.

Ichiji is conflicted. Because he shouldn't care about Sanji at all. He doesn't care. Is she a girl now? Good for her. Whatever. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with her life. And yet he keeps finding himself staring at her wanted poster rather often, and seeing her mom in her. And he- He didn't care about his mom either. She's dead. It doesn't matter. But there's just something about Sanji now that makes him feel... Warm and melancholic and he hates it. He tries to avoid the subject completely.

Ohmygod- I love the idea of trans girl Yonji being jealous of Sanji's life and having gender envy. That's- That's so good. She shouldn't be able to feel like this and she should not want these things like her sister but she wants to be like that. Be free like that. And that makes her so, so angry and violent and she's constantly talking shit about Sanji only to feel better but it only makes her feel worse.

Niji is... Complicated. Because he doesn't care. But I think he'd also be jealous of her. Like- Jealous of her being happy and free. But he accepts it better than Yonji because Yonji goes all sentimental and violent and visibly jealous about it while Niji tries to be more like "Huh? I don't give a fuck about her. Why should I? Why do we even keep mentioning her? And besides, you didn't know she was a girl? It was obvious from a mile away. Not that I care. Because I don't care. She rejected our pretty kind invitation to the family again because she's an ungrateful bitch, anyway" but he actually does care and it frustrates him but, anyway, it's not like she's here anymore so he doesn't think about her. I also think he'd be annoyed about her looking like their mom btw he says she doesn't deserve it since it was her fault she died (and then he realizes what he said and he shouldn't have said it because in theory, he doesn't care about their mom dying).

And you're right, nobody cares about Judge. But I think it'd be funny if he complained about Sanji and misgendered her all the time while the siblings keep getting the pronouns right and they kind of... Defend her? To some extent? They start to develop stronger feelings as time passes by and I just think it'd be great for them to finally lose it with their dad because "at least she managed to find herself, we don't even know who we're supposed to be" and it doesn't matter which one of them says it, because it affects all of them equally and they have the biggest identity crisis ever only because their sister finally is happy and they want to be like that too.

#vinsmoke siblings my beloveds i love them they're so complex i am going to put them in the microwave and watch them spin #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke judge #vinsmoke siblings

86 notes · View notes

elmhat · 6 months

Text

// dsmp rp

"sunset" — a drabble based on @hiding-in-the-vault's power trio au

“Hey, can we stop for a second?”

Sapnap and George turned back to Dream. As tired as he might be, as tired they all were, Sapnap still had the wherewithal to be suspicious. “Why would we stop?”

“Well, I mean, just— I think it'd be good.” Dream looked out over the vast fields they had just traveled through, to the dense patch of forest they were about to enter. It would be dark soon.

Sapnap looked at Dream like he had murdered his family. “This was your idea to find Punz, bro, you’ve gotta have a better reason than that.”

“Look, I— Fine, it doesn't matter!”

“No, it fucking matters now! What is it, what's up?”

“Sapnap,” George interjected. From behind Sapnap, he yawned theatrically, as he had been doing for the past several hours.

“What's in the forest, Dream?” said Sapnap, eyes narrowing. “Do you know something?”

“No!” Dream insisted. “You’re— ugh, I was just thinking that, like, maybe it would be nice if we, like… saw the sunset.”

Dream actually, physically recoiled at his own words. Fuck, did that sound dumb. He was tired, he was aching, he wasn't thinking straight. Sapnap was just frowning back at him with that specific brand of confused anger. Like a big, stupid ravager.

“The sunset?”

“It was dumb! Okay? I get it!” Dream shook his head. “Forget it.”

Sapnap didn't look any less confused. For far too long, he studied Dream’s face so intently that it felt like he could see through the mask, searching for the lie that wasn't there. Dream wished there was one.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” said George. “I'm not walking anymore.” Without any further conversation, he went and sprawled out on the grass, gazing up at an orange sky. Not the muddy orange of Dream’s hidden prison jumpsuit, but a vibrant, pretty orange. The color of life, not death.

With a shrug at Sapnap, Dream made his way to George’s side, half suppressing the wince as he sat down. He drew his knees up to his chest.

“No way you're serious,” said Sapnap, but Dream didn't respond. He was too tired for this argument; hopefully, Sapnap was too. But Dream still kept his hands free, hovering near his axe, just in case. Nothing was worse than getting complacent.

It felt so good to finally be sitting down. They had been walking all day, dragging themselves from one side of the server to the other, and while that wouldn't have bothered the Dream of the past, it was undeniable that he couldn't go half as long as he used to without several breaks. Which was fine, he could manage, he had come this far. It was just frustrating.

The sky really did look amazing right now. Between fleeing bases and collecting scraps of his old resources, Dream hadn’t thought about sunsets once since his escape, but something about being around George and Sapnap brought back the urge. It was more nostalgia than anything; the hours and hours they had spent outside as kids, camping out after dark when they knew they shouldn't. It would sound stupid to say that the color reminded Dream of Sapnap’s eyes, but here he was.

Eventually, Sapnap relented. Dream heard the clank of armor as he thumped down beside him, jostling around a bit before exhaling deeply through his nose. After that, the whole world went quiet. It wasn't as awkward as it should be.

“What are you really doing with Punz?” Sapnap finally asked him, tone hushed and weirdly soft.

Dream didn't look at him; he couldn't take his eyes off the sky. “I can't tell you that,” he whispered back.

“He revived you.”

It should have been an accusation, but there was no heat to it. “Yeah.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dream saw Sapnap nod. “Dream, listen.” A gentle hand on his arm made him look up at Sapnap’s face. “If this is gonna work, if we’re gonna actually work together, you need to tell me what's happening. Punz is whatever, you have your old secret shit, but from now on? You’ve gotta share, dude.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Dream.

“No. Clearly, you don’t. I’ve gotta look after myself here, and George too. You’re not gonna lead us into some bullshit that’ll get us killed.”

Sapnap was looking at him like he was in pain. Dream broke eye contact; something twinged inside of him. “I'm sorry. About— that.” It was obvious what he meant. “For not telling you.”

Staging the betrayal with Punz, orchestrating Sapnap’s grand hero moment behind his back—that had been rough. As necessary as it was, just as much now as at the time, it didn't fully take out the sting, not even for Dream. Sapnap certainly wasn't taking it well. One day, maybe, he might understand the importance of it all. After all, it wasn't like Dream was the first of their little group to betray the others.

Dream couldn't tell Sapnap everything, but he could tell him some things. He could tell him about threats and traps and elements of plans that didn’t require too much prying to understand. That was more than before. As hard a pill as it was to swallow, there just wasn't the same trust that there used to be. Not after Sapnap killed him.

“That works both ways, though,” Dream told him. “You have to tell me stuff too.”

Hesitantly, Sapnap nodded. “Of course.”

They left it at that.

It was nice being able to talk to Sapnap like they were friends again, even if it was only a mirage. Dream couldn't let himself get used to it. They would both be fighting again tomorrow, and eventually, it would end up being more than just words. But the past year had taught him a lesson, and he had learned it well: the cruelest thing to endure was false hope.

#c!dream #c!sapnap #c!george #dreblr #power trio #drabbles #my writing #elm fics

85 notes · View notes

kookslastbutton · 2 years

Text

Still got it ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: "Say it again. I dare you to say that shit again, y/n."

On your 10th wedding anniversary you decide to voice out some slight marital concerns to your husband Yoongi. You also slip out that you don't think he can get you off given the fact that the last time the two of you got it on was months ago. Yoongi makes you eat your words.

Pairing: doctor!Yoongi x wife!reader (f.)

AU/genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, marriage AU, non-idol AU, aged up (Yoongi is 38)

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: slight brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!yoongi, oral (f), swearing, begging kink, rough sex, biting kink, edging, penetration, vaginal fingering, foreplay, some nipple play, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, doctor kink, slight marital issues (Yeah, sex mostly lmao)

Now Playing: Yeah, I said it - Rihanna

A/N: hey thanks for stopping by 😊 husband!yoongi is such a dream so i wrote this 😍 anyway pls enjoy.

You had to admit, he was still quite a catch but watching Yoongi re-adjust in his seat for the hundredth time and tap his fingers on the table impatiently wasn't how you pictured celebrating your 10th anniversary. Oh wait! Actually, you're anniversary was last week but there was an emergency at the hospital and Yoongi being an ER surgeon was called in last minute.

"I'm sorry honey but work just called and it's urgent. I have to go in. I know we were going out for our anniversary tonight but we'll have to postpone those plans."

You gave him a nod in response before he pressed a quick peck to your lips and slipped out the door. This was becoming the norm. Yoongi practically lived at the hospital. Being recently promoted as the Director of Operations at your job caused you to be out of the house quite a bit as well. The only time you and your husband spent together was in bed, sleeping. Maybe mutually passed out too, depending on the day. Enough was enough. You needed to resolve this.

Now back to the present. You spoke up.

"You're anxious."

"I'm not." He denied, stilling his fingers.

"You are. I can tell you want to leave."

"I don't want to leave y/n. I'm completely fine. Here, the food is coming."

Your waiter placed the dishes in front of you before moving to greet the next table. Yoongi watched you as you picked up your fork slowly. You hesitated before placing it back down on the table.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The look on your face was one he was familiar with. You had something to say and he wasn't going to like it.

"Our marriage is hitting a wall."

"What? That's not true. Where's this coming from? Our marriage is fine." The look on your husband's face was nothing short of confusion.

"How can it be fine? We hardly see each other anymore. You rushing in the door at 5am while I rush out doesn't count as quality time you know. We're like two ships in the night." Your voice grew harsh but Yoongi's stayed nonchalant.

"Honey we're busy adults. I know we haven't had a ton of time on our hands lately but-"

"Lately? Nothing exciting has happened between us in months Yoongi. Don't you see? I feel like I don't even have a husband anymore."

"Y/n, what are you talking about? Your husband's right here. I'm Min Yoongi and your Min Y/n. We don't need every moment of our marriage to have earth shattering romance for that to be true."

"I know we don't need constant romantic gestures but it'd like some. It shouldn't all just go away because you think it should."

"Since when did I say I want it to go away? Are we not on a date right now? Doing romantic things and all that shit."

"All that shit. Wow, how did you ever woo me?"

"Well, it wasn't that hard after getting you in my bed. You were all over me."

"Oh don't get cocky. It was my bed, not yours."

"Whatever, it was still me drilling into you while you screamed, 'Argh Yoongi faster, faster'. You were ready to marry me right then and there. And oh look, that's what happened."

"You know what? It doesn't even matter. Especially since we haven't had sex in months. You probably can't even get me off anymore it's been so long." You crossed your arms.

"You don't mean that." He scoffed, looking straight into your eyes.

"Have I ever not meant what I say?"

"Hurry up and eat y/n. We're leaving in 10 minutes."

"Have something to prove do you?"

"It certainly seems that way, given that my wife doubts me."

Wanting to rile him up more you smirked. "Well good luck convincing me, Dr. Min."

Any form of amusement left your husband in that moment.

"We're leaving. Now."

Once the front door of your house slammed shut Yoongi practically jumped on you, shoving you to the nearest wall. Gripping on both sides of your hips he connected your lips together. You let out a small moan which Yoongi took as his opportunity to push his tongue between your lips and into your mouth. You tried putting up a fight with your own tongue but you loss quickly.

"Stop it," he mumbled before lifting your right leg up and hooking it around his waist.

He began grinding his bulge against your center, causing you to bring your hands up to his hair and yank on the soft strands. He was definitely hard. That you can guarantee. He moved to your neck moments later, sucking on the delicate skin before biting down on it.

"Yoongi!" You cried out in pleasure.

"Too hard?" He asked.

"No, no keep going."

With your approval he continued licking, sucking, and biting your neck. You knew there were definitely going to be marks tomorrow. Thank god it was the weekend.

Releasing your leg from around his waist he lifted you up in his sturdy arms and carried you into your shared bedroom. He threw you on the bed.

"Undress," he commanded. If it were any other time you'd definitely refuse, just to test his patience a little. But you hadn't had sex in months so without hesitation you pulled the silk blouse over your head quicker than you could think. He loosened his tie from around his neck before ripping his own shirt open, exposing those muscular shoulders you loved digging your fingernails into.

Skirt now on the ground, you reached behind your back to unhook your bra. Your breasts bounced slightly as you moved to pull your lace panties off and toss them with your skirt on the floor.

"Fuck." You mutually swore when you both gazed at each other's nakedness. His cock was already leaking with precum and you were sure your come was going to spill out any minute just by looking at it.

Eagerly, he joined you on the bed and took your face between his palms to pull you into a rough kiss. His hands moved down to your breasts seconds after, gropping them harshly.

"Your nipples are quite stiff," he observed.

"No shit, your gropping the hell out of my tits right now."

He smirked slightly before taking the hardened buds between his fingers. He rolled them between his thumb and third finger, causing a shock of pleasure to rush through your body. If he doesn't get to your pussy soon your fingers might slip down there themselves. Just saying.

After giving your nipples a harsh tug, Yoongi bent his head down to your chest. Your back arched as he licked around your left nipple teasingly.

"Just suck it. Can't wait much longer," you demanded.

"You should try saying that again. I think you're forgetting something."

"Pl-please?"

"Please what?"

This fucker, you thought.

"Please…Dr. Min."

Satisfied, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking it firmly. He moved to your right breast and repeated the motion. After a few minutes of sucking your tits he guided you down on your back. He began planting open mouth kisses down your stomach but stopped just above your cunt. Prying open your legs he smirked again.

"So I can't make you cum anymore, but apparently I can still make you wet."

"Who said I was wet?" You argued. Yes, you knew you were obviously soaked down there. But you couldn't just let him win that easily.

"Hm," he began, fingers gently grazing across your clit, "you're telling me that if I push my fingers in your cunt, curl them a bit, and pull them back out, they won't be completely drenched?"

Before you could deny it a spark of pleasure surged through your body. One of Yoongi's fingers had slipped into your aching sex in one quick motion.

"Ah fuck, I knew you were lying. You're picking up a bad habit baby." He slipped in another finger, pumping and curling them both between your walls. You forgot how much further his fingers could reach compared to yours. "Shit, it's a fucking lake down here."

"This is-argh, nothing," you protested.

Without hesitation Yoongi slipped in a third finger. You gasped loudly at the new intrusion but it was nothing compared to the moan you let out when he began lapping at it your cunt with his tongue. And yes, he continued pushing his fingers in and out of you at the same time.

"Ah shit! Don't fucking stop, Yoongi. Feels too good."

Wanting more, he pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his mouth completely over your cunt. His tongue licked across your sex hotly before dipping between your folds.

"Arghh fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" You cursed, pulling at the bed sheets. Hips arching up and thighs spread even more apart, you pushed your cunt into Yoongi's mouth. A deep groan come out of him in response.

"Well, I think I still remember where your g-spot is Mrs. Min."

"Don't flatter yourself, you're a doctor. Of course you know. Also I still haven't come ye-." Before you could finish that sentence your first orgasm of the night ripped through your body. Your husband's lips now glistened with your arousal to which he gladly wiped off with his tongue.

"What was that? Sorry, you didn't get to finish what you were saying since you were too busy coming all over my mouth." Smart ass.

"I need your cock in me, and I need it fast," you spat back.

"Not until you say it."

"Say what?"

"That I can't make you come."

"Yoon-."

"Say it again. I dare you to say that shit again, y/n."

"I-I meant with your cock!" Hey you wanted to keep your pride a little longer. Had to think of something.

"You're fucking unreal," he scoffed before taking his cock into his hand and stroking it a bit. "Alright, I'll fuck you. But you're not just coming. You're gonna squirt all over me."

Hovering over your body he urged you to wrap your arms and legs around him. The tip of his cock brushed over your folds gently before sinking into your wet heat. You both moaned in unison at the delicious stretch.

"Fuck, you're still soaked down here. Tell me when," he said.

After giving him the go ahead your husband started moving himself gradually in and out of you but it wasn't enough.

"Mhmm Yoongi faster," you pleaded.

"Now where have I heard that before?" He teased, eyes shimmering with playfulness.

"Yoongi!"

"Alright, alright. Hang tight baby." Yoongi sped up his movements in an instant. His cock began digging so far down your cunt it had you screaming and clenching like crazy. The scratches on his back were going to be quite the sight when all was said and done.

"That's it baby. Keep squeezing around me. God I missed your sexy cunt. Wanna be in it all night."

"Nghhh, Yoongi! I want that! W-we don't work tomorrow so we can. "

"Fuck, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you. I love you. Shit, my cock is so drenched right now!"

"Arghh Dr. Min!"

"Scream that louder baby! I love it when you use my title." Yoongi took his cock all the way out before slamming back into your wet heat. And yes, he was still fucking hard as a rock.

"Dr. M-Min! Oh god. Yeah, keep going. I love your cock!"

Continuing to fuck you into oblivion was going heavenly, until you had to come.

"Please, Doctor." You begged your husband.

"Please what? What do you need?"

"I gotta to, I need-."

"Need what?"

"I need to come! Fuck!"

"You need a plum?"

"No, I said I need to come!"

"You're numb?"

"Dammit Yoongi, this isn't time to fake deaf. Let me come!"

"Oh you need to come? I'm sorry but my wife said I couldn't do that anymore. With my cock at least. Sorry to disappoint you. But if you'd like, I can edge you for all eternity."

"No! Don't! You're wife is a fucking liar who was just mad about being apart from her husband for so long. She didn't mean it. She just missed you. She's also gonna make a mess of your cock soon whether you let her or not!" Screaming you dug your nails into his shoulders. The fucker decided to thrust his hips further against your own, as if he wasn't already deep enough.

"What's this? Is my wife saying she was wrong?"

"Yes, yes she was wrong. She says she's sorry and that she really needs to come. Please, Dr. Min."

Happy with your declaration of defeat Yoongi decided it was time to let you have your release. "Damn right she needs to come. Coat this cock baby. Want to feel you gushing arou-AH FUCKING HELL!"

Ropes of his come suddenly shot through your cunt all at once, making you feel so full. You were going to say something smart but your own orgasm interrupted you. And what a fucking mess that was. You ended up squirting all over the bed and all over your husband.

"Oh hell yeah baby!"

"Oh my god! Are you-are you okay? Yoongi!"

"Are you kidding? I'm living for this! I told you I was going to make you squirt, didn't I?"

"Yeah but…"

"But what? Didn't think I could do that either?" He snorted, pulling himself out of you.

"Hey! I said I was sorry."

"I know. I'm sorry too. And you're right, we've been apart for too long. I promise I'm gonna fix that but right now, I think we should clean up."

Biting your lip slightly you looked into his eyes. "We're going again aren't we? After we clean up a little? I mean if you're tired then-"

"Ride my cock or let me take you from behind?"

"Both. But I was thinking, can I suck your cock first?"

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as an author and put out more fics for you all to enjoy. 💕

Masterlist

#yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts au #bts x reader #bts scenarios #btswritersclub #fic:stillgotit #kookslastbutton

2K notes · View notes

dabiekql · 1 year

Text

HQ Kuroo - Fear of Marriage (Angst to Fluff)

-----

I personally think that Kuroo is afraid of marriage since I have this theory that his parents might have argued a lot before their divorce. Most probably the reason why Kuroo developed the habit of squishing his face with his pillows to block the sound of their argument.

However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't like the idea of loving someone. It's really just the thought of marriage since he is scared that he might end up like his parents. From once a stranger to lover and back to strangers, or even worse, an enemy. He probably decided that he probably shouldn't date someone since you never know. You might fall in love with someone to the point of marriage.

But he couldn't help but fall in love with y/n. Although he knew it might be selfish of him, but at the back of his mind he thought: you never know. They were still young, so you never know. He thought no matter how much he loves her, it might be a high school love experience, but in a blink of an eye, they were adults.

At this point of their age and their years together, marriage shouldn't be a surprise anymore. And deep down, he knew. He knew she was the one. She was one the who always supported him with his every decision while simultaneously giving him her insights. He was happy with where he was, but he was unsure if it was the same for y/n. So he began to observe her for the past few days, trying to get a glimpse of her thoughts.

From his observation, he could tell, he was certain that she wanted to get married. She constantly mentioned about having children with him or what their marriage life might be like or where they should live if ever they got married.

This put him in an awkward situation. How was he supposed to tell her that he cannot get married? How was he supposed to admit to her that he let her waste her youth love on him? On someone who didn't even consider the thought of marriage? If y/n was the type who didn't really care about marriage, it might have been okay, but right now, that was certainly not the case.

It doesn't change the fact that he loves her deeply. He was ready to do whatever he can for her, but marriage? He was still very scared of that idea. He knew he was selfish and he doesn't know if he can continue to be selfish. Was he suppose to let her go before it gets even later? He knows that it won't be a problem for y/n since she was a beautiful person, in and out. Any man would love her as their wife, as their lifelong partner. Anyone will be lucky to have her by their side.

But deep in his mind, he wanted to be the one to make her happy. He wanted to be the reason behind her happiness. He clenched his fist tightly at the thought of her going to a different man. However, he loosened his fist as the thought of marriage was a border he haven't overcome yet. What was he supposed to do? What was the right thing?

As Kuroo could not decide on what he was supposed to do, he didn't notice that he always had a pained expression whenever he was with y/n. She initially didn't try to pry as she thought he will tell her when the time is right and if he doesn't want to, that was fine as well. However, since it has been going on for a long while, she couldn't help but ask him of the matter. "What's wrong? Maybe I can help?"

Kuroo hesitated for a while, but took a deep breath as he made up his mind. He has decided to be straightforward with her regarding the idea of marriage. "Princess.... you see...." he gulped before continuing his words. "I don't think... I don't think I can get married..."

At his words, y/n didn't know how to absorb his words. What does he mean by that? Does he mean that he doesn't love me anymore? At her conclusion, she could feel her eyes becoming hot as tears were ready to fall. "Y-You... You don't... love me... a-anymore...?"

At her words and teary eyes, Kuroo panicked as he quickly wiped her tears gently. "That's not what I meant... I... I never told you about it, but... I... I'm scared... scared of getting married..."

At his words, y/n looked at him with confusion. "What...?" That was when he began to explain to her what made him develop the fear of marriage. Between his story, he apologized to her time to time as he knew he was being selfish for going out with her and maybe even leading her on.

Kuroo expected her to maybe break up with him, but when he hesitantly made an eye contact with her, he saw her apologetic face. He couldn't understand why she looked apologetic and as he was about to ask why, she beat him into it. "I'm sorry, Tetsu... I didn't mean to make you pressured about getting married. Honestly, yes I would love to get married with you that I naturally thought about what our marriage life might be like..."

Kuroo bit his lips as he looked down at her words. "But I didn't know about your fear of marriage and I completely understand where it is coming from..." She then looked at him with determination as she held his hands tightly. "We don't have to get married! We can just continue to date! I can give up on the dream of marriage if I can be with you! I'm happy as long as I am with you! As long as I can stay by your side, that's enough for me...."

At her words, Kuroo was lost of words. At his expression, she smiled at him gently and gave a big nod. "I am certain! Marriage isn't the only way for me to be happy with you!"

Tears dropped down from his eyes involuntarily as he hugged her tightly. "I thought... I thought I really had to let you go... I knew I was being selfish..."

"Don't ever let go of me! Don't ever think that way!" Y/n said as she hugged him back.

This was probably the moment when Kuroo really realize what true love was like. It's like as if he could overcome his fear of marriage. Maybe.... Maybe if it's her, he won't end up like his parents. Maybe... Maybe he can be her lifelong partner. At those thought, his arms tightened around her as he made up his mind.

He can't lose her to anyone. He was determined to make her the happiest person in the word. If it was her, he doesn't mind getting married.

385 notes · View notes

mastercherry · 1 month

Text

This is for my Buddie friends. My buddies, if you will.

I'm recently super in love with Eddie and Buck are already married when Buck joins the 118 and it just never comes up. Or they don't believe him. Or I don't know. It doesn't matter. Whatever the reason, the 118 fam and friends don't know that Buck is married. I've been reading fics like this recently. They're fun.

But there also aren't very many of them. So, first of all, if you have any recs, please send them to me.

Second of all, I had to come up with my own idea for something like this so keep reading to see what it is.

Trigger Warnings: canon typical violence and abuse (Maddie and Doug plus Buck), life threatening situations typical and atypical to the show, witness protection, Eddie potentially thinking Buck is dead so maybe tempory character death, and I think I'm going to make it where the Buckley parents are killed in a car accident or something. I would tag more things if I actually wrote this or anything.

So. Let's start at the beginning. Evan and Maddie Buckley are living with their parents when Doug comes into the picture. Maddie is so in love with him, it's a little concerning. At least, according to her parents. They are very adamant that she needs to stop seeing him.

She doesn't. She fights them tooth and nail to be with Doug. Her little brother Evan is torn between supporting her and agreeing with their parents. But he's young. He doesn't understand.

Sadly, their parents are killed in a car accident. Maddie fights to keep Buck and she's able to become his legal guardian. Doug becomes the dad Buck always wanted. For a while, it's good. It's great even. They're a small little family, but they're so, so happy. It's amazing.

Until it isn't. Until Doug shows his true colors. He gets so angry so fast. And might be young but he's not stupid. He knows that Maddie is hurting. So he starts acting out. When Doug is mad at him, he leaves Maddie alone. That's all that Evan cares about. If only he could do more. But for Maddie, he can at least be the one who ends up in the ER. Not her.

But Maddie can't let him keep doing this. She has to protect her little brother. They live in this horrible limbo for a few years until Evan is 18. He crashed his new bike that Doug bought for him. He's going to be so mad. He has to warn Maddie. Or maybe... maybe he can convince her to leave with him.

"You and me, Maddie. Come on. Let's go. Just the two of us."

And she wants to leave. She does. But she knows that Doug won't let them. Won't let her. But she agrees. She knows what she has to do. The next day, she watches him leave in the Jeep. She's battered and bruised, but watching him leave actually feels like a weight lifting off her chest.

Evan travels. He goes everywhere he can, trying to find somewhere he belongs. He worries about Maddie every day and sends post cards to her work so she knows he's okay. She holds onto them like a lifeline.

Evan eventually ends up in Texas. That's where he meets Eddie. Helping out on a ranch. It's hard work, harder than anything else he's done up to this point. But being there with Eddie actually makes it fun. He never wants to leave. He even gets invited over to the Diaz house where he meets a tiny little Christopher. The Diaz family is the one he always wanted. So warm and fill of love. They take him in, teach him Spanish, teach him how to make the best food. Teach him about family.

It's no surprise to anyone when he and Eddie start dating. He keeps Maddie updated through his post cards until one day he gets one in return. He recognizes her hand writing. She says she's so happy for him. And how she wishes she could meet Eddie and his son. But she also says that Buck shouldn't send her anymore cards. How Doug found one and how he had wanted to go to that place and bring Evan back home.

And, well, Evan can't do that. He needs to let Maddie know that he's okay. So every so often him and Eddie take a little road trip to send a postcard to Maddie from somewhere else. Just to let her know he's okay. Plus, him and Eddie are going to get married and she has to be there.

But on the day they're supposed to get married there's no sign of her. He's disappointed but he doesn't let it get him down. He's marrying his best friend. He's adopting a son. His life couldn't get any better.

And then, of course, it all comes crashing down. Maddie's friend at the hospital, her only friend there, calls Evan.

"Maddie hasn't been to work in a couple days. She hasn't called or anything. I'm worried about her."

Evan has to leave. Eddie wants to come with him, but Evan won't have his family anywhere near Doug. And he's coming back with his sister this time.

Long story, short, Evan goes back home to check on Maddie. She's hurt when he finds her and he's already called 9-1-1 when Doug finds them. It's ugly. And they watch Doug kill someone. One of their neighbour's I guess. And the police show up. And they're all rushed to the hospital. And they're met with even more police. And the FBI. Turns out Doug wasn't just the bad guy. He was A bad guy. A bad guy in a whole family of bad guys.

And so Buck and Maddie have to go into Witness Protection until Doug and his family are taken care of for good. Evan doesn't even get to say goodbye to Eddie and Christopher. He just gets carried away to a new place to start a new life.

Alone.

He ends up in Los Angeles, CA. He's going crazy. He can't talk to Maddie or Eddie or Christopher. He can talk to his agent. That's about it. Despite his agents better judgement, he goes out for the fire department. He's too restless to do anything else. He has to help someone. He needs to do something useful. Meaningful.

And that's how Kyle "Buck" Jones joined the 118. How'd he get his nickname? No one knows.

#buddie #911 #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #evan buck buckely #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #buck is christopher’s other dad #christopher diaz #buddie prompt #secretly married #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

32 notes · View notes

boyfhee · 1 year

Text

DISTANT MEMORY · pjs

synopsis · jay seems like a stranger, you wish you were dreaming ( ~ 1k )

genre · angst :/

notes · for my lovely @homelycat bff again. btw im still on hiatus i just wanted to drop this promised jay angst, i hope u all read this suffer a lot

silence fills your kitchen, a wisp emerges from your coffee and vanishes into thin air. your fingers tip press a little harder around your cup; there's something wrong with jay today.

you notice the way he hasn't looked at you since you've sat at the table for breakfast, you've been noticing for a while; his actions— antics, watching him do things he usually doesn't, making decisions he generally wouldn't, say things he doesn't mean otherwise. you've been noticing for over a month, and it feels that the jay you knew has simply became a distant memory. the more you think about it, the further it drifts away, morphing into ancient history.

sometimes, you think you're dreaming.

"jake asked if we're down for movies this saturday, with everyone else," you break the silence, but your eyes are fixed on the ceramic plate in front of you. "told him we have other plans for the day, you know, my highschool reunion, since you're supposed to join me,"

"i see," he nods, and those words mark the end of your small talk. frankly, you miss the days none of you would shut up, no matter what time of the day it was. it doesn't matter now, not really, jay talks about whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and other times, it's just silence communicating with itself. "are you done shopping for the reunion?"

just like now.

for some reason, the empty plate in front of you seems more tempting than the question he asked. you remember winning the whole crockery set at a couple game around two years ago, or three, maybe. you're not sure, the timeline is getting blurry inside your mind. you leave his question unattended like the coffee in your cup, to see if he cares about a response.

a second passes, then another, one more, jay grabs the newspaper kept on the further right corner of the kitchen counter. it's as if the question doesn't mean anything— your response doesn't mean anything, perhaps, would be a better conclusion. you hope you're dreaming, because the jay sitting in front of you doesn't seem like the person you fell in love with.

"you know, i think we shouldn't attend the reunion either," you give in either way, putting your plate aside, leaning on the counter with a forced smile in an attempt to make yourself feel better.

and jay looks up. "oh," but, he's looking somewhere else. your hair, shoulder, the paining behind you, anywhere, but your eyes. there's a certain look in his eyes, grief, guilt— remorse, and you want to ask him, what is it that turned you into someone so unfamiliar?

his eyes shift back to the newspaper. "suit yourself. i have a few other stuff scheduled for that day, either way,"

you wonder if he cares, you realise he doesn't.

and you can't take it anymore.

actually, there's a question you've been wearing on the tip of your tongue for days now, finding the right moment to ask him. it would be a lie if you said life didn't give you any opportunities, you just weren't able to bring yourself ask it. you aren't brave when it comes to such things, never were, never would be, talking about love scares you. you never know how the conversation would turn out. there are too many risks.

falling for him was the first one you took, confronting him would be probably be the last one with him.

"i think you don't love me anymore,"

a pause; you notice the hesitation laced in his expression, it doesn't faze you anymore.

jay nods faintly. his eyes don't leave the sight of the empty cup in front of him, as if it's staring back at him. his lips press into a thin line as the unsaid words intoxicate the silence spinning in the air. he sighs; the empty cup reminds him of something, of himself, his heart,

and so, jay finally musters up the courage to look into your eyes. "i know, i've noticed."

#—approved.#kflixnet #k-labels #enhypen jay #jay scenarios #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jay imagines #jay fluff #jay x reader #enhypen jay imagines #jayhours #enhypen x reader #jay park #jay fic #enhypen fic

190 notes · View notes

theamityelf · 2 months

Note

How would Hajime, Makoto, and Komaeda dynamic after Komaeda framing Makoto? And if the fun house motive still the same would Komaeda found out Makoto title? How would he react and their change in dynamic? How much it would change chapter 5 because I don't think he would risk a literal symbol of hope

Great questions all around.

I feel like when it's revealed that Nagito framed Makoto, and more broadly that Nagito orchestrated for the killing game to start, Makoto would be really horrified and hurt and looking for an explanation from Nagito, while Nagito is in that state he entered in the latter half of trial 1 where he falls really hard into his hope thing while his personal relationships are crumbling.

So Makoto is like, "Nagito...did you really frame me? Were you really trying to start the killing game?"

And Nagito is just like, "I had to be sure. What Monokuma said suggested you could be an important player in all this, despite being a mere Lucky Student. So I had to test you a little."

"What Monokuma said? You mean...?"

(Flashback to Monokuma saying "If you were just a lucky student..." or something of the sort, because for some reason I'm writing this like an actual Danganronpa game.)

Cut back to Nagito with a big smile, like, "And you performed wonderfully! Far better than I expected. The hope of the spotless outshone the hope of-"

"Nagito," Hajime finally interrupts, looking at him like he's never seen him before. "He's asking why you would do this. Why would you do that to him, to [first victim], to any of us?!"

"Ah...[first victim] really did get the short end of the stick in all this, didn't [they]? I do blame myself for that. Or, I suppose...I blame my luck. But none of that matters anymore!"

"You blame your luck?" Makoto repeats. "You mean-?"

"Getting to see all of you work together like this, to see the Ultimates all contribute and rise to the occasion!"

"Nagito, does that mean [first victim] wasn't the intended victim? Who did you mean for Teruteru to kill?"

(Because I think he still would have arranged for Teruteru to be the murderer, no matter who ends up dying. And also because I want Makoto to pick up on the assumed subtext of that case.)

"I wasn't in control of that part. Things just played out the way they were meant to."

And then Monokuma butts in, like "Now then! Time for the extra special, heart-pounding punishment!" or whatever that speech is, and the subject is dropped.

After that, Makoto and Hajime bond over their messy feelings about Nagito. When they find out Nagito has been tied up, Makoto is the first to bring up, "But he has to eat! And...go to the bathroom! We can't just dump him in a room and forget about him. Hajime?"

Hajime just looks conflicted. It's not like he wanted them to tie Nagito up, but dumping him in a room and forgetting about him sounds better than having to deal with what happened between them.

Mahiru is the one who says, "Makoto's right; it's wrong to just tie him up and leave him there without food." (Maybe to Kazuichi and Nekomaru, she adds, "And if you two are going to start acting like wild animals this early on, then you should run your decisions by the rest of us before acting on your own.")

And I don't want to steal Mahiru's moment of going to check on Nagito, so I think I'm going to have her suggest to Makoto that he bring Nagito some food, and Hajime tags along when Makoto goes because he feels he shouldn't have to go alone to see the guy who gleefully framed him for murder.

Nagito is super excited to see both of them, and Hajime is just as restrained as in canon, and Makoto is his own version of restrained, which contains a more imploring side than Hajime really has; he still want Nagito to just explain himself and agree to not cause trouble. Really, he wants to just untie him, because he doesn't like seeing him like this, but Hajime is like, "No, this is for the best," and also he doesn't want to cause more violence.

So he just makes a point of visiting Nagito from time to time, to make sure he's okay and not lonely. Chiaki goes with him, so it becomes this weird vibe where Makoto and Chiaki are having free time conversations and Nagito is just tied up and also there. Very much that scene in UDG where he's like, "Ahh, friendship. 😊"

After Nagito is untied, he's in a perpetual state of third-wheeling either Hinaegi, Hinanami, or Naenami. (Especially in investigations.) Actually, a perpetual state of either fourth-wheeling Hajime, Makoto, and Chiaki together, third-wheeling one of those pairings, or pairing himself with whichever one of them is alone at any given time. Like, he pretty explicitly favors their company.

Hajime and Makoto are the closest within that cluster, kind of inevitably, since Nagito is Nagito and Chiaki can't help being a little bit distant. Hajime feels this complex mix of concern that Makoto's willingness to engage with Nagito (or really anyone) is going to get him hurt and worry that he'll trust Makoto and be betrayed again. In a way, he is both scared for and of Makoto, and both of those things require trust.

As for the Chapter 4 stuff, Monokuma still gives them the information on the killing school life at rollercoaster time, before the fun house, so the group at large learns that Makoto was in a previous killing game then. I'll say Nagito finds out that Makoto is the Ultimate Hope from that book, and promptly his treatment of Makoto goes from "You're cool, you exceed my expectations, I believe in you," to "Actually you're amazing; everyone should learn from Makoto; we're so lucky to have him here, even if he's unlucky to be in another killing game."

Whenever he talks to Hajime, during that period of time between finding out about the killing school life and the Final Dead Room, there's a tone of, "You must feel so lucky that you traded up. You almost got stuck being friends with me, but now you're friends with the Ultimate Hope instead. I'm so happy for you! And Makoto made a good choice, too." And whenever he talks to Makoto during that time, there's a tone of, "I'm so lucky you wanted to talk to me! We can talk about anything you like! Ah, you're hungry. That's no good. If you want, I can probably get someone to kill me. That way, you can get out of here! No? Okay, I guess we'll just wait..."

Then after the Final Dead Room, he learns about the Remnants, and he gets super hostile to them and himself. Now, not only is Makoto amazing, but everyone around him is both unworthy of his company and a huge threat to his life.

(I wanted to keep those revelations separate, so that we can see every stage of his treatment of Makoto: the friendly but un-invested way he treats him when he's just another lucky student, the intrigued way he treats him when he might be more, the sycophantic way he treats him when he's the Ultimate Hope, and the fanatically devoted way he treats him when he's the Ultimate Hope among Remnants of Despair.)

His treatment of the others is about the same as in canon, except more wary. In canon, he has scorn for them, but he doesn't particularly have anything to lose to them. He wants the traitor to win, but it's more important that everyone else lose. Now, he has the Ultimate Hope here, and not only is the Ultimate Hope not allowed to die on his watch, but also his own sense of self, and his sense of his own use, has a tangible outlet. He doesn't have to weed anybody out in a last ditch effort to put his life to use.

I think his interactions with Makoto take on a desperately self-destructive edge at this point. Kind of a "You should insult me! Call me trash!" energy. And Makoto is able to diffuse the feverish rambling, but that just takes him down to a low energy, "You really shouldn't waste your valuable attention on someone like me."

But I like to think, with all these raw feelings flying around, Makoto is able to get some honest answers out of Nagito. He might have to go behind Hajime's back to have that conversation, but I think Nagito is so convinced of his own idea of hope that he might expect Makoto to be on his side about the others deserving to die, once he finds out that they're Remnants of Despair.

In fact, telling him might be a despair thing, too; kind of punishing himself by, in his view, making sure that Makoto hates him and wants him dead. That way, Makoto will agree to let Nagito help him win this game, as hope is meant to triumph over despair, and he can finally do something right with his life.

But of course, Makoto doesn't react the way he expects; he doesn't want anyone dead.

#danganronpa #makoto in sdr2 au #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #komahinaegi #komaegi #hinaenami

33 notes · View notes

iglowlilac · 7 months

Text

listen,

let's say you forgot something at work. maybe it's your pen. maybe it's a water bottle or, i don't know, your everyday scarf. maybe it's your little notebook. In either case, you forgot something at work, but it's that One Thing that pretty much makes you, you. a signature, in a way. it's as part of you as all of your bones; it's very you, like your dna, but made trivial. you don't even think about it like that, like it's something that holds that much significance to who you are.

but your boss does.

your hot boss, the one that now gets on your nerves just in the same intensity you used to adore him. professionally speaking, of course. probably. you think (i mean: with your credentials, you could've been working somewhere waaaay better than... than whatever it is your boss has going on right now). he used to be your inspiration… but It doesn't matter anymore. it shouldn't matter anymore.

your boss... he's great at what he does. he is. no doubt about that. but maybe he's also a little bit too much sometimes. maybe he's a little bitch. a piece of shit, sometimes.

and maybe you're overworked and have been disappointed with him for months now. he's a mess, and at this point in your life, you should've been able to know fucking better. so, naturally, you decide to quit.

your boss kept asking why: why were you quitting. but you tried to talk to him for too long now. and when you quit, you're angry and exhausted and feeling frustrated with life, really, so you leave that workplace in such a hurry that you end up forgetting your signature stuff in there. let's pretend (assume?) it's a little notebook, the one that's very you. you're always carrying it around with such a devotion, it could be your own heart.

then again: you don't think about it like that. but your boss does. you don't think about retrieving this ordinary yet sacred little notebook (it's... whatever. you can get another one), but your boss finds it and, knowing very well it belongs to you, he caress its pages - the ones you've written out most of your creative ideas, the ones maybe you've drawn out, in sharpie, silly faces, when you were spacing out a little bit.

your boss holds your little notebook with such a devotion… he can't take his eyes, his hands, off it. he knows he fucked up with you. he doesn't know how to fix it, tho (he knows he can admit to you he was in the wrong, of course. but how could he have you back? would you even be back? and why would you do that, when now, more than ever, it's pretty clear you deserve more than everything he's been offering to you, which is stress, for the most part).

he's sorry. like, really, really sorry. he's actually pretty sad you left, but because he's feeling shitty all the time, he doesn't even have the language to admit it or articulate this sadness just yet. for now, he's nothing more than a coward. he'll keep your notebook to himself. he'll never say a word about it.

#and that's s1 sydcarmy #tell me how this is not romantic tell me how this platonic #I DARE YOU #anyway #sydcarmy #still ......... truther 😭#syd x carmy #IT'S THE WAY HE CARESSED THAT LITTLE NOTEBOOK #it could've been syd's face 🥺🥺 or syd's pussy idc

91 notes · View notes

genericpuff · 7 months

Note

Sorry but I think you’re being super negative about the whole “Rachel Presents” announcement.

Rick Riordan is a white author who is passionate about mythology. After Greek mythology and briefly going into egyptology, he used his influence to give People of color a chance to write modern mythology stories from their own culture and experiences—and most importantly he stayed in his lane.

I think Rachel choosing to step back and give other people a voice is a great outcome, considering you guys all joked about how horrific it would be if she tried to appropriate another culture in her next series.

You also said she should have given LO to another creator who had the passion and dicipline to finish for her. That’s ESSENTIALLY what she’s going to be doing with RP. Maybe her true calling is just…being an Idea guy. She has wonderful concepts and cool ideas, but lacks commitment. In this scenario, we could end up with super amazing stories, with proper editing from Random house and proper commitment from new creators. I don’t really see the issue here, everyone wins.

(And lots of authors do the whole “___ presents” format. I don’t think she deliberately copied RR. Most likely her books sales did well and Penguin House approached her with this offer.)

lmao what? I was against the folks saying she should give it to another creator. I don't think not liking the series should mean she's obligated to "give it to someone else." The series is hers and so it's her responsibility to finish it. I do think she should have ended it a long time ago or if she was really miserable making it then she should step away, but she shouldn't be giving it to someone else to finish for her just because "boo you suck at writing your own comic". She started this, she should finish it.

And this is literally her doing exactly that - appropriating other cultures - with extra steps. Just instead of being on the front lines with her own work, she's sponsoring other works based on her own bar for quality (which we know is EXTREMELY low) and slapping her name on them so she can take a "backseat". It's really icky to see from a creator who practically failed upwards and is now using "herself" as a selling point, when she has no real legitimacy outside of LO, which was only as successful as it was because of WT constantly sinking money into it and advertising it over other series on the platform (and because it's based off a story that was VERY popular to romanticize at the time, the H x P myth. Like it was literally what was popular on Tumblr when it started as a hobby comic on Tumblr.)

I'm outlining all of these posts with "speculation" because obviously I don't know what's really going on behind the scenes here, but I think it's really disingenuous of Rachel to sell herself as some top tier brand name for mythological works as a whole when she's caused so much actual harm to the Greek myth community and its sources. It's furthering the notion that she has any credibility as a "folklorist" when really she just pulls whatever comes off the front page of Google. And the similarities between herself and Rick Riordan do matter here because of how commonplace it is these days for Rachel to rip off other works rather than take inspiration and make it into something that's organically her own.

That's my two cents. It's not me trying to be "negative", it's me being genuinely concerned over the blatant appropriation from a white woman gaining even more control over the depictions of cultures and mythologies that she claims she's educated on and isn't. Unlike Rick Riordan, Rachel does not have any formal education in the subject she's claiming to be educated about. Unlike Rick Riordan, Rachel allows her fanbase to use her work as a source on Greek myth and she obfuscates the line between "fiction" and "fact". Rick Riordan started Rick Riordan Presents after he had multiple hits under his belt that were celebrated and loved. Rachel is starting Rachel Smythe Presents after a one hit wonder that could be chalked up to a total fluke that wasn't even able to go out with a bang.

Rick Riordan writes fictional stories inspired by Greek myth for children. Rachel is writing fictional stories claiming to be "retellings" of Greek myth - and now other mythologies if the implications of this project follow through - for adults. It's disingenuous and it frankly deserves to be paid attention to and called out.

I do genuinely want to see creators given an avenue to monetize their work and that's why I think the thought of it is nice, but any amount of further digging just makes this feel like a grift that will lead young and inexperienced creators down a path that won't benefit them (or take advantage of them) due to the blatant lack of care and management exhibited by Rachel over the past 5 years. Just because Rachel had one massive hit that lined her pockets for years does NOT qualify her to be a titan of the industry. Not by a long shot.

To quote Super Eyepatch Wolf,

"Let's say you decide you want to become a carpenter, and particularly, how to build a nice chair. Think about the kind of person you'd want to learn that skill from - would it be from someone who's built nice chairs every day for 30 years, or would it be the guy who built ONE nice chair 5 years ago out of a special kind of wood that doesn't exist anymore, who has NO experience with the kind of wood available to you now?"

EDIT to add: it was more likely Rachel's representative, Britt Seiss who landed this deal for her, not Penguin House themselves. That's what agents are for.

EDIT EDIT: this is ALL assuming she even FOLLOWS THROUGH with this project, because god knows the only reason LO has even gone on as long as it has was because she was being held responsible via a contract, she's NOTORIOUSLY bad for committing to things and has even admitted to it in interviews. She barely even works on LO as it is. Spring of 2024 could roll around and this project could entirely fizzle out. Again, not me trying to be a negative nancy here, I'm just stating my own concerns based on what we all know about Rachel at this point and how she operates.

#ask me anything #ama #antiloreolympus #anon ama #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #anon ask me anything

76 notes · View notes

crownmemes · 7 months

Text

Supernatural & Paranormal Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences from various sources for muses exploring the unexplained. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"These sightings only occur on nights when there's a full moon, which tells me something."

"It happened just the way you said it would. How did you know?"

"What's the matter? Don't you believe in miracles?"

"The truth is out there. Maybe you should find it for yourself."

"You can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality."

"The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings."

"The crimes we are investigating are paranormal, I can say that with absolute conviction."

"There are things you just don't know."

"Why can't you just go for the simple answer?"

"What would you do if you were a werewolf?"

"Lost time is a common symptom of close proximity to anti-gravity propulsion systems."

"We are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue."

"You never believed in any of this stuff. This paranormal or whatever you call it. So, what changed your mind?"

"If you're waiting for my usual theory as to that is going on, I don't have one."

"Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it."

"I'm delusional? Did you just hear yourself?"

"You just jump at whatever explanation is the wildest and most far-fetched, don't you?"

"I don't buy your hollow threats."

"I have seen my share of the hideous, of the disgusting, and the repellent, but you are the most perfect expression I will ever see of all that is vile and hateful in life."

"What are you saying you believe now?"

"I believe that you will find all of your answers. You will find the answers to the biggest mysteries, and I will be there when you do."

"This isn't my life anymore. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark."

"Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else."

"There has to be a scientific explanation for this."

"Don't go looking for something you don't want to find."

"Have you considered that something else might be going on here?"

"The way I look at it, calling something paranormal is just a way of avoiding a real explanation."

"Are you monitoring my life? Bugging my phones?"

"Human logic doesn't apply to me."

"You have to believe me. Nobody else on this whole damn planet does or ever will."

"What are you even after out there? Do you ever even think about that?"

"If you look too hard, you can go mad, but if you continue to look, you become liberated."

"Just because there's magic in one place doesn't mean there's magic in every place."

"It's easier to believe in monsters out there in the world than to accept that the real monsters dwell within us."

"It's hard to believe in something when you can't understand it."

"The guy that we're after knows what it's like to have died and be dragged back."

"No, it doesn't matter that aliens from out of space have no genitalia - they still have groins, and they shouldn't be kicked there!"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I think the facts speak for themselves."

"Ghosts are benevolent entities. Mostly."

"What does that tell you? That I'm crazy, or that I'm right?"

"Next thing I know, you're going to tell me I'm the crazy one."

"What is this? Another one of your whacko conspiracy theories?"

"If there were secret experiments going on here, I wouldn't tell you."

"You have no idea about true evil."

"The conspiracy is not to hide the existence of extraterrestrials; it's to make people believe in it so completely that they question nothing."

"Without proof, we're nothing more than conspiracy mongers."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #supernatural;#assorted;

81 notes · View notes