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roguelov · 10 months

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Bubblegum Pop

Summary: An annoying habit of yours - popping your gum - finally pushed Miguel over the edge. So, he decided to finally take action.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not specified)

Warnings: Brief heated make-out (nothing more, just a hint of spice), a little arguing, unestablished relationship

Pop.

Hunched forward - back aching slightly from the uncomfortable position - at your new desk in Miguel’s office, you blew yet again another bubble. It was the umpteenth one within the short hour. Miguel gritted his teeth, each pop grated on his ears.

Why? Why did he agree to this?

Ah, yes, your scientific background.

You had offered your assistance to try to find a more permanent way to prevent anomalies from spilling out into other universes. He was obviously reluctant at first, but before he could say no - as per usual with any help - Lyla appeared saying yes for him. Sighing, he relented. He did need help, he happened to also be very stubborn too. But, he definitely did not agree to deal with your annoying habit.

Wherever you went, and at most times of the day, a piece of gum was slotted between your teeth. You always chewed on a piece, enjoying the simple habit. You like rolling it over your tongue and throughout your mouth, savoring the always fleeting minty taste, and of course blowing bubbles. Sigmund Freud might say you have an oral fixation.

Worst of all, in Miguel’s opinion, the sweet minty aroma clung fiercely to you. One brush by and his senses were assaulted by you.

And it drove Miguel insane.

Dear god, he wanted to kiss you, knowing exactly how you would taste on his tongue. He wanted to have you pinned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. He wanted to nuzzle his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply and running his tongue over your skin. He wanted to -

Pop.

Miguel flinched.

His spiraling thoughts were viciously cut short; thankfully before he got too heated and distracted. His lips thinned. His anger wasn’t all directed solely at you, but mostly at himself for delving into such lustful thoughts. Again.

It was just easier to be angry at someone else.

Miguel peered over his shoulder, glaring a little at you. He stood at his desk on the circular platform that rested a foot off the ground, rather than raised high above towards the ceiling. He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke, “Can you stop that?”

“Huh?” You glanced over at him slightly confused. The piece of gum rested on your bottom lip and teeth before your tongue swept it back into the dark corners of your mouth. “What?”

Oh, that only further irritated him; your genuine obliviousness to how annoying and frustrating your popping was to his sensitive ears. As if proving his point, you absentmindedly blew another bubble.

“That. Stop doing that,” he huffed.

You blinked, “Oh, uh, sorry.”

You quickly turned back to your screens. You felt a little embarrassed. It wasn’t intentional - it never was - and you felt somewhat guilty for upsetting him. You thought about spitting it out, but you enjoyed the minor stimulation. Then again, you supposed you should act a little more professional. Maybe, you will try to cut back.

Maybe.

Miguel eyed you for a moment. Your figure was hunched forward again. Yet, there was a new tension woven into your body, as if you were trying to shrink away. He sighed. He shouldn’t have snapped, and he should apologize. However, he didn’t. Not surprising. So, he spun around focusing back on his own work.

An hour must have passed. Another agonizing hour with no progress or improvements to show for it.

What fun.

You leaned back in your chair, looking up at the high vaulted ceiling. Crossing your arms, you let out a disappointed sigh.

One act - one simple sigh - and Miguel had to suppress a groan. He was instantly overwhelmed by the sweet mint. He dug his fingers into the edges of his desk. The desk creaked under such strength. His talons definitely made small dents as he desperately held himself back. It was all so enticing. He wanted to taste you, and his body craved you.

Oblivious to Miguel’s struggle, you allowed your thoughts to consume you. Some were important - like the multiple ideas to seal the leaking portals issue to possible new ways to improve Spider Society in general - to the completely irrelevant - such as a song stuck in your head from this morning, thoughts about what to have for dinner, to the more perverse ones about a certain hot headed spider. Thoughts about anything and everything, but not about what Miguel asked of you. No, that one thing had been quickly brushed aside and forgotten: don’t blow any more bubbles.

Your tongue was already going through the habit, a muscle memory at this point. You flattened out the surprisingly still minty gum, rolling over it a few times. Moving it around, you pressed the now stretched piece of gum to your teeth. And without a care or sparing a second thought, you blew.

The small pop was quite deafening in the silent, vast room. So much, it reverberated and echoed just a bit. Almost cartoonishly so.

You instantly flinched in your seat. You almost didn’t dare look over at him. His wrath already emanated from him in waves. Slowly peering over, more so out of curiosity, all you saw was Miguel’s back. His muscles were wrought in tight agitated nerves. You hissed through your teeth and sheepishly mumbled, “Sorry.”

Miguel exhaled loudly, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, can’t you do the one thing I asked of you?”

The main problem of Miguel O’Hara was that his anger was infectious. Your embarrassment, and regret, vanished instantaneously. His snide comment set a fire inside of you.

Pop.

Miguel whipped his head around. You leaned causally back in your chair with a bored expression. You cocked an eyebrow and blew another bubble in his direction.

His eyes widened, the gall of you. He stepped down from his desk area, and marched over to you. His eyes burned with a firey irritation. You should be intimidated - and admittedly you were. However, you wouldn’t outwardly show it. He grabbed the back of your swivel chair and whirled you around. He bent down. His hands landed on the armrests, caging you in and looming over you threateningly. “Spit it out.”

You popped another bubble. “No.”

A waft of mint filled his nose. He gritted his teeth. “Spit it out,” he repeated, seething in anger.

You puckered your lips. You didn’t answer. Miguel thought you had finally come to your senses at least.

Nope. He was wrong.

Your lips parted. The pale blue gum was stretched over your tongue. Pressing it to your teeth, you blew. The pop echoed louder than all the others before, or it seemed like it did. A bit of gum stuck to your lip, but you quickly licked it away.

Miguel twitched.

He reached out, grabbing your face and smushing your cheeks. His talons started to dig into your cheeks. You thought he was going to force you to spit it out. You tucked the gum in the back corner of your mouth, then glared ferociously up at him. You tried to jerk your head out of his grasp, but he kept you firmly in place.

He leaned in. His crimson eyes burned brightly. You expected more heated words, calling you such things like childish or immature. Hell, for a brief second, you expected him to reach inside of your mouth. But, he surprised you.

His lips collided with yours.

You inhaled sharply, eyes going wide.

Yet, he did not falter.

Oh, he had you now, and he was ready to devour you. He wanted you. His teeth - his fangs - grazed over your bottom lip. You shivered, and piece by piece you leaned more and more into the kiss. Your resolve, and confusion, melted away. Your eyes fluttered close, thoroughly enjoying this strange turn of events.

Why? Why was this happening … why do I care? Enjoy it.

His hand moved and wrapped around the back of your neck. Tugging on the edges of your hair, he tipped your head back further. He deepened the kiss. His tongue skimmed by, begging for entrance. You happily, almost too eagerly, obliged. Humming pleased, his tongue slipped inside and swirled around. You reached out, bunching up the front of his suit. A moan rumbled in the back of your throat.

And he swallowed it up.

Fuck.

His tongue explored, tasted, and continuously drew out such desires. Your thoughts seized, and your skin ignited with passion. His lips were the gasoline to a small kindling fire inside of you. You were set ablaze. Your heart pounded in your ears, nearly drowning out the sensual noises of him attacking your lips. Your body burned hotter and hotter with each passing second. You were aching for him. To be fair, you always did. But, you never thought the day would come. And you never expected for him to make the first move.

It was too much, and somehow not enough.

Unfortunately, this bizzare dream ended. He pulled away, breaking the kiss. You whined very faintly.

Why? Why did it have to end?

Opening your eyes, you saw a thin trail of spit connecting to his lips from yours. He easily wiped it away with his tongue. You shivered. His eyes shone with such amusement. He greatly enjoyed the effect he had on you. You were breathing heavily, gasping for air. Your whole body slouched forward, drooped with the desire he brought out.

Why? What -

Miguel then smirked mischievously. Ever so slowly, he parted his lips, revealing a piece of gum nestled between his front teeth. You blinked, a jolt ran down your spine. No. Your tongue searched your mouth. Oh yes indeed, that was your gum.

Your eyes widened.

He turned his head, spitting it out in the nearby waste bin.

“Next time,” he began and bent back down to your level. His eyes dropped to your swollen, abused lips. Smirking, he teasingly wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He gently held your chin, tipping it up. Leaning in, he whispered to your lips, “Listen.”

Your mouth just hung agape in stunned silence.

“Now, get back to work.” He let his fingers trail along your jaw, before heading back to his desk.

He was utterly satisfied with the outcome, and pleased to think he made his point perfectly clear. You, on the other hand, made a mental note to always carry a pack of gum on you at all times from now on.

A point was made, just not one Miguel had hoped.

#across the spiderverse #astv #spiderverse #spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #astv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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behindthesoul · 5 months

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Your MK men as parents headcanons are very interesting. Would you write other MK men as parents? Especially I want to read Rain and Havik!

MK Men as Parents pt2

Masterlist || Part One

Characters: Rain, Havik, Quan Chi, Kenshi

Note: Combined a couple of requests into one. Also, sorry this one took forever to come out!

Rain

Probably one of the more normal parents.

He’s a lot more chill compared to himself in other timelines. I can see him being a proud parent to one or two children. Maybe twins?

Teaches his kids to be a better mage than he is. He tries to make his lessons as fun as he possibly can.

Though, he can become frustrated if they aren't taking their teachings seriously. If something were to happen, they need to learn how to defend themselves.

In some MK1 intros you can tell Mileena (understandably) has a lot of distaste for Rain. So much that she wants his mother banished.

I can imagine his children are involved in this banishment which irritates him. His family, especially his innocent children, do not deserve to be punished for his actions.

The main driving force behind Rain’s mission to atone for his actions is his children. He wants to show that if you make a mistake, you should try to make things right. He also wants to be a man his children can be proud of.

Havik

A pretty hands off parent.

I can’t imagine him ever having a complete grasp on this parenting thing.

Just has one kid and refuses to have more.

His kid just kind of does whatever and Havik doesn’t care. Just as long as they don’t make a mess he has to clean up.

Has the “world’s your oyster” mentality.

This behavior is boosted to 100% after his burns. He embraces the chaos, and what’s more chaotic than having a kid?

Havik and his kid are public menaces, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s less of a parent and more of a cool older friend.

Don’t come to him for emotional support or other things like that. Having to actually parent his kid makes him feel tied down.

If his kid wants too much from him he’ll somewhat drift away.

You’ll have to hope their other parent is in the picture.

Quan Chi

Totally the parent who somehow knows their kid’s every move.

He knows when their kid has done something they shouldn’t so there’s never any use in lying to him. He just has this look on his face and his kid knows they’re in trouble.

Excuse my only child self for HCing every character as being a single parent but Quan Chi definitely only has enough energy for one kid.

He feels guilty for bringing a child into the world when he can barely take care of himself. Spending hours and hours in the mines, Quan Chi is exhausted by the time he sees his kid.

All his child knows is a dad who always looks tired and dejected.

That is, until he gets an opportunity to live a better life. A place to sleep, clothes that aren’t tattered, and fresh food - all necessities that his child now gets to experience.

Whenever his child asks how he was able to provide their new life, he just smiles and gives a cryptic answer.

Kenshi

His child was kept hidden. Kenshi thought it best to keep his child away from the whole Earthrealm-Outworld war.

None of his allies knew he was a father til the day they were all thrown in jail with Baraka. Thinking it was his last day on earth, he let the secret spill. Kenshi told everyone all about his child.

He mourned the fact he’d probably never see his child again. Of course, he did; after he helped defeat Titan Shang Tsung.

Kenshi was very nervous to meet his child again. What if they don’t react well to his blindness? Johnny pulls him out of his negative thinking. If your kid is as kind as they say you are, then why would they have a bad reaction?

It eases him a bit, but he’s still a little nervous. He feels like a fool for having those thoughts when his child runs to him, screaming his name. The last few weeks of fighting for Earthrealm was all worth it for them.

His child is a bit confused when they see the mask over his eyes.

“You can’t see me!” They say with a frown.

Sento glows, and Kenshi suddenly sees all the details of his child’s face. He smiles, assuring them.

“Yes I can.”

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@mortal-kombat-shitposts

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat 1 fanfiction #quan chi #mortal kombat havik #rain mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi

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rinkkuma · 10 months

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rin and his love for horror movies. something you were surprised to find out when you started dating him, but hey, he seems to enjoy them.

you didn't mind watching them with him sure, but some of them have made you have sleepless nights and made you shit yourself. rin of course didn't force you to watch them with him if you didn't want to—but you always insist you'll be a-okay. although you slightly hate horror movies, surely you'll get over the movie eventually, and anything to spend time with him right?

wrong. a new horror movie had just released and rin decided to spend his sunday night watching the movie. unbeknownst to you, the movie was one of the most gut-wrenching, butt-clenching, daunting films released this year. you sigh as you plop down on the couch, unaware about what you're about to get yourself into.

jump scare after jump scare, rin seems to be unfazed, almost like a statue, while your heart pounds out of your chest and you dramatically scream quietly. you begin to wonder how he stays so unfazed. sure, he’s watched a lot of horror movies, but this one seems next level.

“you okay?” rin turns to you with concern in his eyes while pausing the movie to make sure you're fine with continuing on watching.

“y-yeah! i mean, it can't get worse than this right?” he hums, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to give you some sort of comfort, and unpauses the movie.

and it did get worse. you wonder how one even has the imagination to create something this horrifying. trying your absolute hardest to push through and hold in your screams, you settle for snuggling closer to rin, hoping you feel somewhat safer.

he looks down at you response to your actions, and pulls you closer to him, aware that you're terrified. he's been aware since your first scream, but being a little more alert now that you seem even more scared than earlier.

rin thinks you're cute like this. being comfortable enough around him that he's the first thing you come to when you're scared.

after what seemed like decades, the movie comes to an end as you're still taking in everything that had happened in that movie. you have to admit the storyline was great, but god, did they really have to make it scary too?

rin is the one to break the silence. “you know, you don't have to watch scary movies if you want to, right?” he's been mentally noting your reactions from the very first horror movie you watched with him, and it's clear that you hate them, but still continue to watch them with him.

“yeah.. but i get to spend time with you, rinnie.” his eyes widen at your confession, and rubs the back of his neck feeling slightly guilty that you watch them for his sake.

he flicks your forehead in response. “idiot. there's so many other things we could do instead. could've told me from the beginning if you wanted to spent time with me..”

“ow! well, you seem to enjoy them so much, so..” you murmur, you move closer to him, your thoughts still full of the jump scares replaying.

rin pauses and thinks about what you had just said. he's grateful you try to invest into his interests, but if you hate it, he doesn't want you do it at all costs.

without a word, rin picks you up and walks to your shared bedroom. he gently places you on the sheets and pulls the comforter over you before joining you.

he brings you into his chest and hugs you tightly. his warmth immediately washes over you and you feel at peace.

“won't let anything ever hurt you.” he whispers as he places a kiss on top of your head.

you laugh at his somewhat cliché, but sweet statement, but still content with his words. you close your eyes and doze into a deep, comforting sleep in rin's arms.

#blue lock x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #blue lock #blue lock fluff

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artmelody · 2 months

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Ice Corruption AU Stuff

In case you’re new to it, Part 1 and Part 2 of its story are here :)

After the crown’s curse got corrupted, Simon’s gotten permanently linked to it, so it affects him even when he isn’t wearing it.

However, the farther he is from the crown, the less likely he’ll fully go into his corrupted form. Instead he’ll just look a little bit more like Ice King minus the beard and nose. Plus, depending on his emotional state, he can summon ice claws.

The curse worsened his temper, so Simon gets mad a lot easier than in canon. He tries his best to work on it because he doesn’t like hurting the people he cares about.

Marceline is always happy to help Simon feel better, and it’s pretty effective in calming him down.

Simon’s fully corrupted form is completely made of ice that’s sort of covered him and taken the shape of a dragon-like creature.

Simon feels extremely guilty and thinks it’s completely his fault that Betty was put into a coma. After all, he was the one who opened the time portal that allowed her to jump into the future.

It doesn’t help his mental state, and Princess Bubblegum usually restricts him from going to visit Betty because his emotions trigger his curse.

Bubblegum determined that there’s a strange energy that Betty absorbed in the explosion that’s keeping her from waking up. She continues to do research on it alongside her studies on the broken crown.

So now, Simon’s basically trying to get used to his new life in Ooo since he’s technically regained his sanity a lot earlier than in canon.

Of course, the curse still poses as a big problem, but Marceline, Finn, and Jake are all there to offer support and are ready for action in case something were to go wrong.

That’s it for now for this art and info dump. I have some ideas for Part three and a lot of scene ideas that wouldn’t really have a specific place in the timeline, but are still somewhat relevant to the story.

I also have a big plan for what I’ll do with Betty, but until I fully flesh that out, I won’t reveal it yet.

This au feels kind of self indulgent to me, but I’m hoping that whoever’s reading this also enjoys it.

Stay tuned for more! :)

#adventure time #adventure time au #ice corruption au #simon petrikov #betty grof #marceline #finn the human #my art #my au art #my au

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sirenjose · 4 months

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Norton is Alive in the Final Game

This is going to be less of an organized post and more just a collection of points. I wanted to post a theory I wrote about Time of Reunion here based on quoththeowl31's request, but I wrote the original theory right after the event (I needed hope) and it's been quite some time since then. I would've felt guilty just copy pasting it here considering how long its been, but I didn't have the energy to make it nice and neat. So I'm just going to take the important points from my previous theory, revise them based on what info we currently have, and go from there.

(Sorry, I only had the energy to be lazy for this. Hopefully this is good enough for you.)

Alice (Little Girl) is running from Orpheus during Time of Reunion in-game.

She disappears in Da Capo after Orpheus beats up Norton, leaving only her diary behind. The same thing happens at the end of the Time of Reunion event in-game. The diary is left on the ground near where Orpheus lies.

Possible Orpheus scared Alice due to his actions, even if he thought he did it to defend her.

This is the “final game”. No bodies are found except Orpheus’. The fire didn’t consume everything, so if Norton really were dead, his body should be around there somewhere, but it isn’t.

Melly and Alice are never found either, but if they did manage to leave, we’ve heard nothing about them.

(Reusing an idea I read from quoththeowl31 that I really liked)

Little Girl helps other survivors. If Orpheus was Nightmare, that’d mean she’d have to help Norton, Melly, or whoever the 4th survivor is (whether that’s Frederick or otherwise). Novelist was banned in this mode, meaning Little Girl couldn’t support him (and it’s possible this could have been meant to also signify Little Girl didn’t support him in the story either).

Alice is a rescuer. The only person we’ve seen hurt and chaired during the in-game cutscene was Norton. Ergo, it’d be her responsibility to rescue him.

Norton is a survivor built to harass the hunter (and potentially by-time for others/help others escape from the hunter), while Melly is built for kiting and running. This could explain why Norton is the one who is the one wounded during Time of Reunion

Norton and Melly, each time they appear as hunters during the animations, are always reaching towards Little Girl aka Alice, not Orpheus.

Norton was using the axe to break the door to the room Orpheus had locked himself and the girl in. The axe disappears right after he makes a big enough hole, meaning Norton didn’t intend to use it to hurt either of them.

Melly in Alice’s diary was said to be trying to persuade Alice to leave, but she refuses due to not finding the answer she’s looking for yet.

If Alice/Little Girl knew Norton and Melly were trying to help her, she likely would’ve sided with them. That could also be why she disappears after Orpheus beats up Norton (as well seeing how Orpheus truly is/how messed up he is). Or she disappeared so Orpheus, upon losing sight of her, she’d be freed and could help Norton without Orpheus stopping her.

Orpheus isn’t a reliable perspective. The memories we’re seeing are because of the Hydra drug, which “rebuilds” memories. “Rebuild” rather than “regain” or “remember” means the “rebuilt” version can look the exact same as the original, but it’s also possible for it to somewhat differ from the original version. For example, the memories Hydra gives Orpheus has Orpheus being chased by Nightmare, which we know is impossible as Orpheus is Nightmare, as well as shows Alice as Little Girl rather than her actual, present day version as Alice the Journalist. (Similar to what happens to Sora during Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories.)

There are inconsistencies in the animation, which can help show that it, like the Time of Reunion event in-game, isn’t the exact truth. Besides Alice appearing as Little Girl rather than Journalist Alice, as well as how we can see hallucinations exist considering we see Melly and Norton appearing as hunters, but we know this is a hallucination as, for example, after Orpheus punches Melly, we see the real Melly briefly afterwards.

Norton doesn’t have his signature burn scar over his eye

Norton doesn’t have his nose piercing

Only Orpheus and Little Girl are in color. Norton and Melly are in black and white.

Only Orpheus and Little Girl have real eyes. Norton has button eyes.

Norton isn’t fighting back. When Orpheus tries to punch him a 2nd time, Norton actually grabs his hand, struggles to keep him still while Orpheus continues to try to attack him, and then grabs Orpheus’ other hand when he tries to swing that at Norton too. In the second or so that Orpheus can’t attack, we see Norton trying to say something to Orpheus, but Orpheus isn’t listening and continues to attack. Norton this whole time hasn’t made any moves to attack Orpheus himself.

The strange scene where Melly is hiding in a locker, Norton touches something on the floor, walks over to the locker, shakes it once, hits it once, shakes it one more time, then runs out. It’s kind of nonsensical. If he was running from something, we’d see Norton moving quicker and more furiously, yet the nonchalant way he goes about his business before slowly walking to the locker says otherwise. Right after this, Melly opens up a trapdoor once Norton leaves. It’s possible Norton’s actions were a signal to Melly, potentially signifying that it was Norton, not Orpheus, and him trying to potentially say Orpheus wasn’t around, and that could’ve been why Melly only opened the trapdoor afterwards. This could mean Melly and Norton are working together, and as both of them seemed to be trying to reach for Little Girl specifically, that could help further prove the idea.

The only time we see Norton and Melly going against each other is when Norton punches Melly and causes her to drop the flashlight that Orpheus then picks up. I think the only reason this happened was because they might’ve known Orpheus was watching and had to pretend. Even when Orpheus firsts locks himself in the room with Little Girl, closing the door right as Hunter Melly appears in front of the door, in a few seconds, we see the axe coming through the door, signifying Hunter Norton is right outside the door now. Both Norton and Melly should be nearby, outside the door, but they’re goal is getting into the room, not fighting each other.

We also see both of them running past Orpheus at about the same time.

There’s also how Melly during Time of Reunion is shown to be using her bees to try to get Orpheus hit and killed by the hunter.

“Da Capo” is a music term and means to “go back to the beginning” of the music. This only happens once, with the second time you reach this symbol it doesn’t repeat, and instead goes to a different measure. This basically seems to symbolize doing things over but reaching a different ending.

Da Capo and redoing something can connect to COA 4, as Highway Cavalier and the others repeatedly die and are forced to redo the race over and over. Highway Cavalier does defeat Molten Hound and win the race in the end, receiving a “powerful life force” as his reward in the end. Molten Hound, who is absorbing the life force of the racers forced to redo the race in loop after loop, can parallel Orpheus as Nightmare, who does something similar with the participants of his experiments. Highway Cavalier obviously parallels Norton, while Melly can parallel Reflective Mirror, someone who at first did not get along with and was on different sides from Norton, but after Norton changes and starts to care, he saves her from dying at one point, and they become allies.

Considering what we know about Alice based on her letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary package, where she says she’s going to save him (Orpheus) this time, she could parallel Pumping Tires, who sacrifices himself for Highway Cavalier to ensure Highway Cavalier can win the race and defeat Molten Hound.

There’s also how the COA 4 races were taking place in Yidhra’s Dreamlands, and Yidhra in canon seems to relate to Oracle and Orpheus’ drugs via the fern, as well as to Darkwoods where the Final Game takes place.

Norton in his 2nd letter was asked to assassinate some female in exchange for a lot of money. Despite this, we see in this letter that he (Hunter Norton/Fool’s Gold) is trying to convince himself (Survivor Norton) to go through with the job and kill the female for the money. This is similar to Norton’s backstory trailer, where we see Norton fighting with himself before he sets off the explosion in Golden Cave. We see him holding his head, as well as both him and his hunter version at the same time, before seeing Fool’s Gold win and cause the explosion.

It’s possible during the Final Game, Norton chose to reject the assassination request and side with Alice instead, similar to Highway Cavalier’s change from selfish to working with others during COA 4 to the point in previous loops he gets himself killed while trying to help them.

Norton in Time of Reunion is shown to be eliminated via chair rather than bleeding out. This means there is a chance he survived. (Orpheus is also shown with scars on his hand from the wires on the rocket chairs, meaning he survived despite being chaired. It’s possible he was rescued, but in-game, if you’re eliminated via chair, it does say “returning to manor”, which could be what happened to Norton).

Little Girl, as well as Nightmare, disappeared because Orpheus forgot about them. Because the gas he released via the valve is shown to have the Dionysus/Mnemosyne symbol, which is the drug that makes a person forget.

Strange split screen during the scene Orpheus attacks Norton. Suspicious we can’t see exactly who the shadows are, even though the left side shows us Orpheus and Norton. Considering we know the hallucination drug can cause people to see someone as something else, it’s possible the fact we can’t see who’s on the right may hint that maybe they aren’t who they seem to be. It’s possible rather than attacking Norton, he’s actually attacking Alice, which could also tie to why she sees him as Nightmare, as well as why Little Girl runs away from Orpheus during the Time of Reunion event.

Orpheus is focused on the past before the tragedy. He is “looking back”. He also “looks back” after attacking Norton in Da Capo, and when he does, Alice is gone. And like in the original myth, when Orpheus looks back, Eurydice vanishes forever. The fact Alice is gone could mean he did in fact attack her and caused her to disappear despite what he thought he saw.

Last thought. We see Little Girl disappear at the end. And based on Alice’s letter to Orpheus, this seems to echo this. If Yidhra really is involved, what if she made Alice, as well as Norton and Melly, disappear. Similar to what happens to the Lakeside villagers. And potentially similar to what Eli describes in his 4th letter, as he describes “dissipating” just like how we see happen to Little Girl in the animations as well as in-game at the end of Time of Reunion.

As Yidhra’s letters seem to connect her to the fern used in the drugs, as well as to Darkwoods, where the final game is, and where we can find a bonfire that Yidhra’s form can appear in, it’s possible she could’ve made Alice, Norton, Melly, and potentially all the other participants of Orpheus’ game disappear, similar to how she makes the investigators who wander into her territory see the steps to the Dreamlands.

Alice in her letter to Orpheus in the 2nd anniversary package does say “As I gradually regain my consciousness, I’ll find a way to escape from the prison that locks me in”, and though I don’t see how she could write a letter to Orpheus if she had already been sent to the Dreamlands, I still wanted to suggest the idea that the “prison” she refers to is the Dreamlands. In which case, the “hunter” Alice references she could potentially use could be Yidhra: https://www.tumblr.com/sirenjose/738327507924828160/oracle-orpheus-drugs-and-yidhra-theory?source=share.

That or Joseph. Both him and Yidhra seem to be potential solutions: https://www.tumblr.com/sirenjose/737972149259829248/did-joseph-make-the-portraits-are-they-still?source=share.

Joseph is all about saving people from death, which he does by taking a photo of them, causing their souls to be trapped within the photo and their bodies to seemingly go missing. He had a wall of portraits of people that went missing, and we are now getting portraits of survivors for their 5th birthday. In which case, the “prison” Alice references could be that photo, and the hunter she suggested wanting to use could be Joseph.

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shakesqueers13 · 7 months

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Looking beyond the traditional interpretation of Ophelia’s Death:

Okay, @wokecola !

So, I wasn’t sure how to answer this at first because Ophelia has been analyzed so much, I wasn’t sure I had anything to break down that you wouldn’t be able to read somewhere else. But then! I was reading an article about the parallels between Anna Karenina and Ophelia (as they are similar characters - I will link the article), and this article opened my eyes to something I have never realized before in all the times I’ve read the play.

Shakespeare never explicitly tells us that Ophelia killed herself.

I’m sometimes guilty of accepting traditional interpretations at face value, but I was so fascinated by this point, I immediately changed my perspective on the character!

I always find Ophelia to be kind of a weak spot in the masterpiece that is Hamlet. She’s so, so strong in the first couple of acts. I dearly love her first scene with Laertes, and in many versions, her non-verbal blocking with Hamlet can make their relationship quite compelling. However, post-Polonius’s death, I struggle to connect with her grief. The best Ophelia I’ve seen is probably Jessica Brown Findlay in Andrew Scott’s production, but even the best Ophelia can’t overcome the stilted, awkward flowers scene, and the difficulty of singing madly on stage. The Public’s 2023 production’s choice to make Ophelia a singer throughout the play somewhat successfully mitigated this awkwardness, but… not entirely. This is just my opinion. But I’m always a bit taken out of the action when I hear Ophelia start to repeat ‘goodnight.’

All to say, Ophelia is an interesting case. Whereas Hamlet and Lear’s madness on stage, for example, both seem entirely natural, Ophelia’s… doesn’t. To me, at least.

But suspend your disbelief for a minute, and let me present an alternate theory.

What we know:

In act four, scene seven, Gertrude tells us that, Ophelia was making heartlands of flowers and stringing then around the trees when she “fell into the weeping brook” and continued singing in an unnatural way until her clothes got too heavy with water and pulled her “to muddy death.”

(I am obviously paraphrasing.)

But at no point does Gertrude state that Ophelia’s death was a suicide. It’s the gravediggers who suggest this, and in fact, I would argue that the grave digging scene weighs against the probability that it was a suicide, because the gravediggers specifically comment on how odd it is that she is allowed a Christian burial after taking her own life. They speculate on how else it could’ve happened.

So, if Ophelia didn’t kill herself, was it just an accident?

Well, let’s take this one step further.

I want to direct your attention to Act one, scene four, when Hamlet is pursuing his father’s ghost.

At this point, Horatio says, “What if it tempts you toward the flood, my lord? / Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff / that beetles o’er his base into the sea, / and there assume some other horrible form / which might deprive you your sovereignty of reason / and draw you into madness? Think of it.”

Okay. So. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Horatio is afraid that the ghost of Hamlet’s father will lure him into a body of water and drown him, or drive him to madness.

And what exactly happened to Ophelia again…?

Obviously this isn’t a watertight (heh) argument/analysis, but I think it’s fascinating!

Shakespeare, as we know, does everything for a reason. And Horatio’s fear is… specific. It’s very specific. Maybe he had knowledge of something like this happening before. Hell, maybe the ghost heard him and took inspiration.

My primary assertion here is that a ghost may have indirectly killed Ophelia. It may have even been the ghost of Hamlet’s father.

Additionally, Hamlet and Ophelia are, in a way, foils. When Hamlet’s father dies, he takes it out on others. When Ophelia’s father dies, she internalizes the pain and takes it out on no one but herself. Is it possible that she saw a ghost too? Is it possible that Hamlet Sr. wanted her dead?

I mean, we don’t know about Hamlet and Ophelia’s relationship before the play. Maybe Hamlet’s dad kept them apart. Maybe he didn’t approve of her.

We just don’t know.

The idea, to me, that Ophelia may have been tormented in the exact same way Hamlet was, is mind boggling and transformative.

I also love the idea that she didn’t kill herself!!

What do you think? Let’s have a discussion!

The article I referenced above:

https://www.jstor.org/stable/43909432

#shakespeare #william shakespeare #hamlet #dark academia #hamlet and horatio #academia #ask #hamlet x horatio #if we were villains #Ophelia #what was hamlet’s dad like before he died?

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seung-mong · 11 months

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hyunchan - guilty guilty pt. 2

includes: sub! hyunjin x dom! bangchan x switch! fem reader, slightly darker themes, CHAN IS SO MANIPULATIVE IN THIS LMAW, mentions of infidelity, dacryphilia, heavy angst, oral (f and m rec), cum play, spit play, praise, hyunjin is soooo subby, some mxm action, use of "sir", use of petnames, slight degradation, fluff to make up for it at the end<3

a/n: finally!! someone decided to get off their ass and actually start writing! sorry it took so long i wanted, nay NEEDED it to be perfect and my creative juices were not juicing so i had to wait for inspiration to come to me JHDJSH but anyway here it is! i hope you enjoy it, i had so much fun writing it and tbh im blown away by how well received the first part was!! okay bye love u

wc: 4143 :0

hyunjin stares blankly back at bangchan, blinking slowly as he tries to process what he just heard. he almost feels like he's in a dream, but everything's too real and suddenly he's hyperaware of every little detail, as if all his senses are heightened. the silent hum that hangs in the silence. the way chan's eyes are honest, sincere, tired. the sound of his own shoe hitting the leg of the chair he's on as he nervously (subconsciously) bounces his leg.

"im... im sorry you want me to.. what?" hyunjin is taken aback by his own voice, surprised that he actually gathered the courage to repeat the question that's been on his mind. he's proud of himself for not screaming the question at chan, his friend, the way he's been screaming internally at himself.

"to fuck her." chan's voice is gentle, but it's a slap to the face and a punch to the gut as hyunjin winces, eyes squeezing shut as he tries t control his breathing, willing himself to calm the fuck down. obviously, he misheard his hyung. no one, i mean, no one. would ask for their friend (who is obviously in love with his girl by the way!) to fuck said girlfriend. hyunjin swallows thickly, convincing himself this is some sort of sick joke, a way for chan to test him.

"i dont know what you're talking about. why would i want to fuck y/n?" hyunjin's laugh is hollow, and he almost feels pathetic when chan smiles sadly at him, shaking his head.

"you dont think i've noticed how you look at her hyune?"

hyunjin feels sick to his stomach. if this is some kind of cruel prank, chan has gone too far. but. but if there was even a small chance any of this was real, hyunjin's still equally fucked. you noticed? god he feels like such a creep, he thought he was being discreet.

"chan, i-"

"it's okay, hyune." chan chuckles, scooting his chair closer to hyunjin, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "look, i- i'm not exactly the most present boyfriend." hyunjin looks up at his hyung, can see the bitterness in his still somewhat gentle eyes, and hyunjin almost pities him. "i'm always busy, never home, i try to make time for her, god do i try. and she's always so sweet, so patient and understanding and it's unfair for her." chan rambles, shoulders drooping as he shakes his head.

"i want her to feel loved. even if i'm not the one doing it."

hyunjin swallows but his throat has gone dry and it feels like sandpaper. he can feel his heart ache a little when he sees how sad chan is, tiredness evident in his very being, his eyes, the slowness of his breathing, his posture.

"but.... how's that fair for you?" hyunjin's voice is small.

chan shakes his head, running his fingers through his messy hair. "that doesn't matter to me right now. i just need to know she's happy. cared for. you can do that for me, can't you hyune? you'll take care of her for me, won't you?"

hyunjin frowns. chan's using his sickly sweet voice, the one he knows holds so much power over hyunjin, knows hyunjin could never say no to him when he pouts. it's unfair really, chan knows how bad hyunjin wants to be good, eager to do anything just for a little bit of praise and attention.

"f'course." hyunjin mumbles, eyes fixed on the plump of chan's lower lip as it juts out.

"see? knew i could count on you. you're a good boy f'me, aren't you hyune?" chan smiles, placing a hand on hyunjin's head and gently ruffling his hair. hyunjin scowls at him, but he can't hide the blush that spreads to his cheeks at the praise.

oh, he's so fucked. why did he even agree? how the hell will he manage to fuck you take care of you when he can barely hug you without wanting to tell you how down bad he is for you? it's all so messed up, how chan knows how he feels for you, and yet asking this of him? his self restraint can only go so far.

"there's just one more thing." chan clears his throat, placing a gentle hand on hyunjin's still bouncing leg.

"you can't tell y/n. promise?"

"chan."

your voice is barely even a whisper, pure fear settling at the pit of your stomach, your heart is beating so loud you can feel it in your head, can literally feel your blood run cold as you sit up in bed, hugging your knees to your chest in an attempt to put as much distance as you can between you and hyunjin. you dont even dare to look his way, gaze fixed on your boyfriend who stands in the doorway, letting his duffel bag hit the floor with a loud thud.

you hope you can play it cool, praying it doesn't look like hyunjin was just fucking your brains out. but there's no way to hide it, the way you're both slightly covered in sweat, sticky. chan wasn't stupid, could easily put two and two together once he registers that you're naked under the covers, hyunjin still shirtless and just in his boxers that were quickly shimmied on. you feel like imploding, want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. god, anything to get you out of this situation.

chan cant help but feel a little mean, the way he enjoys watching you shake as sobs rack through your entire frame, eyes full of guilt slowly pooling with fresh tears. you bite your bottom lip in worry, unsure of what to do, what to say. chan decides to play it out a little, taking a small step towards his side of the bed, eyes coldly fixed on you, completely disregarding hyunjin.

"chan." you repeat in a pathetic whimper, hands shaking from fear, pain, guilt. the whole situation is so overwhelming to you, and you hate that you can't read your boyfriend's stare, so intensely fixed on you yet no emotion can be read.

you let out a little sob, and chan can feel blood rush to his cock. he's dizzy now, feels so powerful with how you're looking at him. there's so much chan wants to do, with so little time and no idea where to start.

"hyung. say some-"

"quiet, hyunjin. didn't say you could talk. did i?" chan harshly cuts him off, glancing at him as he sits swakwardly on the edge of the bed.

"no, sir." hyunjin hangs his head, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks in embarrassment as he sees you turn curiously to him in his peripheral vision.

"i told you to fuck her. not profess your love for her like some pussy drunk slut." chan's words sting, but he manages to say it in a cool, gentle tone, which somehow makes it worse for hyunjin, but he can't stop the shiver that goes down his spine. he simply nods, mumbling a small 'sorry, sir.'

you look back at chan, confused, but the tears have not yet stopped flowing, cheeks yet and silent sobs escaping you as he approaches you.

"and you? my poor, sweet, baby." chan's tone is surprisingly sickly sweet as he places a knee on the bed, hand reaching up to wipe away your tears. you can't help but nuzzle against his palm, desperate for some sort of affection from him, a silent promise that you were okay, that he could somehow forgive you despite the horrid thing you've done to him.

"what happened to my sweet, good girl, hmm? where'd she go?" oh chan feels so mean, guilt tripping you for something he's so masterfully orchestrated.

"i'm still your good girl." you whine, shifting so you're sitting on your knees, a pathetic attempt to prove your point, hoping to show chan you still remember how to be obedient.

"no, no." chan tuts at you, watching as fresh tears pool in your eyes, threatening to spill over and down your round, rosy cheeks. "my good girl would never do this." oh he's so mean, it makes him hard as a rock watching your lower lip slightly quiver.

"sir, please." you whine, your last attempt at proving your obedience to chan has hyunjin's eyes growing wide. huh. chan had you calling him sir too.

"you need to make it up to me. understand, baby?" chan whispers, leaning towards you, hand wrapped gently around your throat. not putting any pressure, but still a reminder that you were his. you nod in understanding, but chan just clicks his tongue at you.

"yes, sir. i understand."

chan seems pleased with your answer because he finally kisses you, soft lips latching onto yours and you suddenly realize it's the first time chan has kissed you in so long. your heart aches at the realization, and you start to sob against him.

"oh my poor baby," chan mumbles against your lips, cradling you into his arms, settling you in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. "you just missed me, isn't that right angel?" he hums, gathering all your hair and swooping it down over your shoulder, allowing him access to one side of your neck. you rest your head back on his shoulder in instinct, hands searching for his.

"miss you so much, channie. m' so so sorry." you whimper, eyes closing at the feeling of chan's puffy lips leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck, onto your naked shoulder.

"no, no. no need to be sorry, baby. i'll take care of you now. we'll take care of you, promise." he whispers against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you against his chest.

he reaches down with one hand to spread your legs, leaving your cunt exposed to the cold air and heated stare of hyunjin, who still sits cautiously on the edge of the bed, cock straining in his boxers. chan pins your legs under his, fingers now ghosting just below your belly button, leaving you squirming against him.

"hyunjin." chan calls, his tone low, commanding. "don't be selfish. don't you see how she needs you?"

oh chan is so fucking evil.

"tell him how much you need him, pretty."

"please, hyune." you call for him, and hyunjin groans low in his throat at how pathetically needy you look. "need you to do anything. touch me."

"no, i think you deserve hyunjin's mouth." chan grabs both of your hands, muttering a low "keep them there." as he pins it under your thighs.

"hyunjin. come over here." chan coos, watching with a small smirk as hyunjin crawls over, gaze still unsure and confused. his eyes meet yours, glazed over and still full with tears, and hyunjin can feel his heart tighten. oh, he can see why chan was being so mean now. you're too pretty when you cry. hyunjin lowers himself in between your thighs, nose just barely grazing your clit. he's just about to dive in when chan stops him with a scolding click of his tongue.

"what do you say, hyunjin?"

"thank you for the meal."

a gasp leaves you when hyunjin eagerly laps against your cunt, tongue licking once from your slit to your clit, groaning lowly at the taste.

"smell so good," hyunjin hums when he fully buries his in between your thighs, nose nudging at your clit while he thrusts his tongue in and out of your hole.

"what do you say, baby?" chan lightly slaps your thigh when you try to close them from the pleasure, pinning down and granting hyunjin more space to move around as he laps at your cunt like a starved man.

"th-thank you." you whimper, squirming under chan's hold as hyunjin's full lips wrap around your clit and suck, tongue flicking just the way you like and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"so pretty like this, angel." chan hums, nudging your jaw with his nose, a gesture too romantic for the situation you find yourself in. "hyune's making you feel good, hmm?"

"yea, f-feels so good." you moan, hand instinctively going to reach for hyunjin's hair in an attempt to ground yourself, but chan holds you back. you whine from the back of your throat, and chan just clicks his tongue at you.

"is he making you feel better than me, hmm?"

chan's question catches you off guard, and you try to twist away from his hold. you feel like you can't breathe, from the sudden pressure hyunjin's hand places on your lower stomach, holding you down so he can lick into you more violently.

"n-no, channie. only you. you- you make me feel best." you're not sure if you even sound coherent, and chan only chuckles at you.

"but our hyune's doing such a good job." he coos down at the blonde who's eyes are fixed on you, so wide and full and glazed over and you feel the coil in your stomach tightening when hyunjin groans against your pussy.

then chan reaches down, fingers tangling in hyunjin's hair and holding him down against you. this takes both you and hyunjin by surprise, has you cumming violently in hyunjin's mouth as he ruts into the mattress, cock hard and raw and so painful.

"finish your meal, hyune." chan commands in a low tone, sending a shiver down your spine as hyunjin licks you clean, to the point of overstimulation that has you writhing in chan's hold.

"en-enough. please, too much!" you sob, closing your legs around hyunjin's head. he finally pulls away from you, lips wet and shiny with your slick, cheeks red from being in between your thighs.

"my good girl." chan hums, hand coming up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to turn your head towards him as he kisses you with vigor, leaving you breathless. "what do you say to hyunjin, love?"

"th-thank you, hyunjin." you mumble, limbs going slack from your orgasm.

"but we aren't done here, baby. get on all fours." chan moves from behind you, slipping his shirt off and throwing it off your bed. you whine when chan manhandles you on all fours, already tired from the effort of keeping yourself up.

chan's hand lands on your ass with a harsh slap, sending you forward and almost collapsing into the mattress.

"so hyunjin gets to fuck and taste you, and i get nothing? i thought you wanted to make it up to me, hmm?" chan harshly reminds you, palm of his hand going over the red mark on your cheek, soothing the sting with his gentle touch. you can only nod, arching your back against him and wiggling your hips in apology.

"see? you can be a good girl." chan hums, rolling his sweatpants down his legs before kicking it away. "now, you're gonna take what i give you while hyunjin fucks your mouth, okay baby?" his hands find purchase on your hips, gripping so tight as his fingers dig into your skin, making you wince. you can only nod, shy eyes looking up at hyunjin, who's already kneeling eagerly in front of you.

chan holds the base of his cock as he teases you, tip leaking with precum dragging against your folds until it catches at your entrance, but he refuses to slide in. he chuckles meanly when you squirm against him, pushing your ass against him in hopes of enticing him to just fuck you already.

"stop teasing," you whine, turning your head to look back at your boyfriend who only smiles at you. he leans forward, lips finding yours in a sweet kiss. "but it's my pussy, baby. i get to do what i want." he coos, licking at your lips before he pulls away. he lines himself up with your entrance, spitting directly on top of his cock before he slides in, pushing all the forward until his hips are flush with your ass.

the initial contact makes you both groan, jolting you forward and against hyunjin's thigh. he cups your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him while you adjust to chan's cock.

"gonna suck me off good, baby?" hyunjin whispers, thumb swiping across your lower lip before he pushes it in, lips instantly wrapping around the digit and sucking. you nod up at him, hooded eyes staring right into his soul and he feels guilt eat at his stomach. wasnt he just telling you he was in love with you just an hour ago? now here he was, about to fuck your face like you were nothing but a slut.

the thought makes his cock stir. he lifts his tip to slap against your cheek, sticky precum leaving a stain on your skin. he gently eases the head into your mouth, watching in awe as your mouth stretches around him.

from behind you, chan's trying to keep his composure, trying to resist the urge to just hold you down and fuck into you until you can't walk straight. but he decides to have mercy on you, pulling out to the tip before he harshly shoves himself in, making you moan in surprise around hyunjin's cock.

with chan's every thrust forward, it sends you to choke and gag even deeper around hyunjin's cock. your eyes start to water every time hyunjin's tip hits the back of your throat, and you struggle to breathe, but god hyunjin's moans were worth it. eyes closed and head thrown back, hyunjin loses himself in the feeling of your throat wrapped around his dick, and he almost wants to cry from how good it feels. teeth sinking into the plump of his lower lip he decides to risk it and look down at you, all teary eyed and obedient for him.

"chan, 'm gonna cum." hyunjin's voice is strained with the efforts of not blowing in your mouth. he pulls out of your mouth, edging himself as he slowly pumps his shaft with one hand, the other looking at chan for directions, a command.

"hold it." chan groans, not even sparing hyunjin a look as he continues to fuck you, tip kissing your cervix so good it brings tears to your eyes. he can start to feel your thighs shake, a telltale sign that you were close. chan decides to pull out, making you almost scream from the loss of contact. you open your mouth to protest but chan maneuvers you onto your back before you can get a word out. he gives hyunjin a look, and he immediately scoots closer to you, settles in between your legs as chan pumps himself from beside you.

"just the tip." chan tells the younger, nibbling on his lower lip when hyunjin slowly pushes into you. hyunjin wraps his hand around what isn't in your pussy, pumping himself as he watches you with hooded eyes.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum." hyunjin gasps, hips stuttering against his own hand as he empties himself in you, a high pitched moan leaving his lips as he holds himself over you with his other hand, careful not to crush you. hyunjin has no time to rest before chan is shoving him out of the way, eager to sink back into your pussy.

"my turn, baby. you can take my cum too, can't you?" he asks so sweetly, hyunjin's cum making it easier for him to slide in until his hips are flush against yours.

"cum for me channie," you coo, fingers tangling into his curly hair as you pull him in for a kiss.

he groans against your mouth as his thrusts pick up, heavy thighs slapping against yours at the sheer force as he fucks you deeper into the mattress.

"m-missed this pretty pussy." chan slurs, and you know he's close. always got this way before he came- he loses his filter and starts to ramble. "almost go-got me crying, baby. hyunjin can fuck you all he wants but you're.... you're fucking mine. and mine only. arent'cha baby?" he drools against your neck, hair tickling your chin as he thrusts frantically against you.

"only yours, channie. promise." you whisper against him, kissing his cheek as he looks up at you.

"i love you so much." he groans, hips stilling as he cums, making sure to finish as deep inside you as he can, silently wishing for it to catch so he could tie you to him forever.

there's a beat of silence after chan pulls out, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. hyunjin lays beside you, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to still his pounding heart. you quickly glance at him, eyes landing on his plump lips as his tongue darts out to quickly lick it. you're about to turn to him when chan's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him and overwhelming you with his embrace.

"me. only me." he mumbles into your hair as he wraps himself around you.

"only you, channie." you kiss his chest, clinging tightly onto him until there's no space between you.

"i'm- i'm sorry. i'm never around anymore." his voice breaks towards the end, and you look up at him, surprised to see a single tear rolling down his cheek.

you quickly shush him, grabbing his face with both hands and forcing him to look at you. "don't you dare. don't apologize channie, there's nothing to be sorry for." you whisper before you lean in and kiss him.

"you deserve someone who takes care of you, y/n. not someone you can barely call a boyfriend cuz he's missing so much from your life." chan sniffles, and hyunjin's heart drops to his stomach when chan's eyes flicker quickly to him.

but you shake your head, wiping away the tears that continue to flow from chan's face. "don't say that, baby. i knew from the start what i was getting into and it doesn't matter to me. not when i can call you mine." you coo, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. from behind you, hyunjin awkwardly shuffles and sits up on the bed.

"i... i guess i'll get going now." hyunjin's voice is small, but he doesn't move right away, as if hoping either of you would tell him to stay. and to his surprise-

"shut up and get back here," chan orders, his tone soft yet playful. "come here and cuddle my girlfriend or i'll kick your ass."

hyunjin's cheeks go warm when he cuddles closer to your back, arm wrapped around your waist in an awkward embrace. he flinches a little when he feels chan 's hand rests on his, fingers grazing his wrist as he hugs you too. then hyunjin can't stop the smile that finds its way to his lips, and he buries his face against your back, planting a soft kiss on your nape. briefly, he wonders what it would be like to call you his, for you to call him yours, if it was just the two of you safe in your little bubble. but then he looks at chan, who's eyes are closed in pure bliss and watches the steady rise and fall as he breathes and then there's a new thought. one he quickly shakes away as heat rushes to his cheeks.

subtly, he grazes his fingers against chan's palm.

you fall asleep like that, chan's strong arms wrapped securely around you with hyunjin's lips pressed to your skin. you feel at peace, sure in yourself that all the questions the three of you have would be answered when the sun rises.

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xzho-writes · 1 year

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fine pieces of gravel crunch softly beneath two pairs of feet as you stroll across the pathway that leads towards the ragnvindr estate.

your right hand is snug within the grasp of your lover. with intertwined fingers you begin to absentmindedly swing them in an easy motion, back and forth and back again.

it’s well past midnight now. mondstadt is still. serene. there’s not a soul in sight, save for the man whose existence fills you with nothing but peace and an aching fondness.

diluc walks by your side in tandem with your gait so as not to overtake you. his presence, reminiscent to that of a steady and burning flame, is a welcome comfort against the chill of mondstadt’s cold night.

he’s awfully attentive like that. much more than he likes to admit.

it makes you want to kiss him silly sometimes, for spoiling you with such silent yet gentle care. makes you want to shower him with as much love as he gives.

and sometimes you do. quite often, actually.

within the private confines of your shared bedroom you would litter kisses along the expanse of his bared skin, along the trails of his scars both old and new— your lips a lowly pilgrim and his body the holiest site.

yes, perhaps that’s the first thing you should do as soon as the pair of you settle in for the night. kiss him into a stupor.

a small thank you in exchange for how often he pampers you— which, in fact, is very often indeed. physically and emotionally speaking. financially too, if you were being completely honest.

not that you were complaining. no, never.

you bask in his love and adoration like a flower under the sun.

“tell me, my dearest darknight hero. was this your way of courting me? taking me on a moonlit stroll by the lake.”

there’s that familiar lilt in your voice that diluc knows all too well. he sours at the mention of his egregious alibi, grimacing at you with his pretty face before sighing halfheartedly.

he’s cute, really. he always is. especially when the tips of his ears glow just the faintest hue of carmine.

“how strange,” diluc grumbles lightly at your jest. there’s no malice in the sound, though. only that of feigned exasperation. “i was under the impression that what we have is merely platonic.”

you truly do love it when he takes your bait. diluc is a lot of fun like that, not that anyone else would know given his stoic demeanour.

it’s one of your many guilty pleasures, having the privilege of experiencing this side of him.

there’s a grin stretched across your face that you can’t seem to quite control. “i don’t suppose you go on scandalous, romantic rendezvous like this with your other platonic relations?”

“this is hardly anything scandalous.”

“perhaps. but,” you drawl, “you don’t deny that this is rather romantic, then?”

a minute hitch in his voice as he tries to counter your accusations satisfies something within you. you can’t really help but snicker.

diluc gifts you with another unamused frown as you beam and titter at him cheekily.

with your need to pester him somewhat sated, your arms snake upwards to wrap themselves around his bicep as you snuggle into his warmth.

you’re quite sleepy now that you think about it. diluc is terribly cosy, too. who could blame you for your growing drowsiness?

“i’m only teasing you, ‘luc.”

the man shakes his head softly, fluffy bangs swaying with the movement. “you always do, love.”

well, he wasn’t exactly wrong. a small yawn slips past your lips— a telltale indication of fatigue. diluc doesn’t miss it despite the way you attempt to hide it behind your free hand.

“yeah… ‘m sorry,” you offer.

“somehow i question your sincerity.”

there’s a soft pressure against your head. you know the feel of his lips more than you know the sound of your own name, and you recon you know diluc well enough to discern his innermost thoughts voiced through his actions.

but i forgive you. i’d let you tease me forever if that’s what you so please.

it wasn't always so easy to figure him out. truthfully it was quite the struggle initially, what with how guarded the man is considering his past. you couldn't be more grateful for the patience and trust he's extended to you.

alas, your train of thought is cut off short when diluc suddenly stops to scoop you into his arms, one hooked below your knees and the other around your back. to his credit it was a seamless action, but it doesn’t stop the startled yelp that jumps out of you as you instinctively cling to his neck.

“now this is definitely scandalous, you brute! a warning would be nice at least.”

“my apologies,” he chuckles, securing you tighter in his hold. “want me to put you back down?”

you feign annoyance with the furrow of your brows, pretending to ponder for a moment, before pecking his cheek. “don’t even think about it.”

diluc is kind enough to heed your wishes (he almost always does). though, you doubt he would’ve set you down regardless actually.

the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence as diluc continues the journey home, and you take this time to finally rest your eyes. it’s easy to let yourself go like this with him around.

diluc had always exuded such dependable warmth but it was even more noticeable now, what with you being nestled in his arms. you’d have fallen asleep right then and there if it wasn’t for the sudden recollection that hits you.

when the both of you were lazing beneath a tree by the city’s waters just half an hour ago, you couldn’t help but notice a strange bump on his finger as you played with his gloved hands.

you didn’t need to see it to know what it was, though. after all, the physical manifestation of diluc’s devotion to you is not too dissimilar to the one on your own finger.

a simple golden ring.

it was a pleasant surprise to discover him adorning his wedding band. the both of you had agreed upon hiding your marriage for a number of reasons, but the greatest by far was to do with your safety.

unbeknownst to many, diluc is an enemy to a large number of dangerous individuals. an entire nation's military, even. he cannot afford, cannot bear, to place a target on your back.

perhaps it was for the best.

with your head resting comfortably against his chest, you slowly extend your left hand towards your husband’s face, just beneath his nose.

no words are exchanged as diluc reverently presses his lips to your ring finger. it’s nothing but a chaste kiss, but diluc seems to linger on your skin even as you try to pull away.

you can’t help but sigh contentedly.

“someone wore their ring today. when we were by the lake earlier— i could feel it. underneath your glove.”

“hmm? ah,” it takes diluc a moment to figure out who you were referring to, but he gives you a simple nod once it dawns on him. “i did, yes. it seems that you did, too.”

“mhm.”

diluc doesn’t bother to stifle a smile at the progressive grogginess of your voice. silence ensues for a moment or two until another thought crosses your mind.

“it’s really pretty.”

your husband hums. it’s a low and soothing sound, one that comes from deep within his chest. “mine or yours?”

“my one, of course,” you quip matter-of-factly. “but yours is pretty too, i suppose.”

diluc finds himself chuckling at your forwardness. “ah, i see.”

usually you tend not to think too hard about the tenderness often heard in his voice when he speaks to you, lest you end up bursting with intense emotion.

you swear to the archons you’re normally not this emotional, but diluc seems to have a knack for rendering you so.

you're glad the sentiment is mutual.

it took a great deal of time, patience and understanding to get this far in your relationship. diluc isn’t, has never been, an open book. it was a privilege to even skim through a few of his well-worn pages, so the fact that he willingly let and still lets you read and indulge in all his chapters is something you hold most dearly in your heart.

you've seen countless pages blotted with the tears he had shed in his past. pages stained in crimson with the blood of his late father, of his brother. his own. diluc held you close that night as you wept for him and his tragic past, wiped your tears with your face cradled in his palm.

you couldn't have guessed the significance of that vulnerable moment at the time, nor could you have guessed the impact it would have on your budding relationship.

following that night you noticed certain pages within his novel that had your name etched in graphite within them. sometimes smudged and illegible, other times neat and with clear purpose.

what you found out much later was that he hadn’t just written you in pencil— hadn't just left you as a scribble amongst the sea of ornately written words.

diluc had inked you in. engraved your name into the parchment of his skin, immortalising you within the story of his very soul.

with the sound of your husband’s steady breathing, coupled with the rhythmic rise and fall of his firm chest, you're finally lulled to sleep.

kissing him stupid will have to wait until morning comes.

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#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc fluff #genshin fluff #genshin diluc #genshin diluc ragnvindr #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fluff

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lttleghost · 4 months

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El Camino makes me want to Chew My Arm Off

(I know I’ve made several posts about this movie and my problems with it but I just have to put all of my thoughts down or I’m going to explode)

so, Breaking Bad's sequel movie, El Camino… I’ve tried to like it so long, I’ve seen it 5 or 6 times, and the first few times I saw it I was firmly in denial and thought I enjoyed it even if I had a couple of arguments with it… but I’ve hit this tipping point where I just can't pretend anymore, and I just… hate this movie. and it seems like I shouldn't, right? being a Jesse lover I should be happy that he gets a hopeful, if slightly bittersweet, ending, right? because he does get a somewhat happy ending… right?

except… does he? like even when I was trying to force myself to like El Camino, I was a bit upset by the ending; it seems to be asking a lot of me to believe that Jesse is really getting a particularly hopeful “new beginning” when he’s still alone and without support and now can’t even ever confide in anyone without majorly risking revealing his identity and getting arrested. I also always felt that after the first half of the movie Jesse’s PTSD was kinda… downplayed? and I just have this feeling that might’ve been done with the purpose of making Jesse’s “hopeful” ending a lil more believable considering the circumstances, but I admit that particular aspect might just be in my head.

so that’s not great obviously, or at least it pokes a bit of a hole in the tone of El Camino’s ending for Jesse, but what really tipped me over the edge was realizing what the story communicates in presenting it’s ending as more hopeful and bittersweet instead of just kinda depressing. it communicates that what Jesse needs to do to have a happier life is just make the right choices from now on. BECAUSE YA KNOW, THIS DRUG ADDICTS PROBLEM WAS HE JUST WASN’T MAKING THE RIGHT CHOICES!!!!

and I want to believe that this wasn’t intentional, I know the writers at least sympathize with Jesse, but there are scenes within El Camino that just make it really really hard for me to believe that on some level that isn’t what you’re supposed to take away from it, primarily this one -

and this scene which follows it a short time afterwards -

I think that we’re supposed to agree with what’s being said by the disappearer guy and Jesse in these scenes, that Jesse is in fact at least somewhat responsible for where he ended up. It’s hard for me to imagine that they’re scenes where you’re expected to say “oh fuck OFF!!” and “sweetheart I understand why you think that but no, they fucked up” at the screen respectively.

now, it’s very in character for Jesse to say what he did to his parents. children who are neglected tend to blame themselves for their own hardships - and I bet Jesse also just wants to lessen the guilt that his parents might feel in general if he can cause he’s a sweet person… but I don’t understand why it was necessary to have the disappearer guy say what he said. he could have said any number of things besides “you made your own luck” to Jesse in response to Jesse not quite having enough money for an identity change, including something simple like the cost of his services is the cost of his services, no exceptions.

and since Vince Gilligan does seem to believe that there is possibly a perfect way to pull off the ending where Jesse did end up in jail even if he couldn’t write it himself I’m even more sure that he’s got a fundamental misunderstanding of the responsibility Jesse has in his actions and what might actually be useful for solving the problems Jesse does have. like yeah, Jesse’s gonna feel guilty whether or not his actions were in his reasonable control because he’s a person who cares about others getting hurt, but I’m sorry, is repentance the actual solution to that? really?

cause, tell me this; how is it useful in any way to continue to “hold Jesse accountable” for his actions by the end of Breaking Bad, isn’t the purpose of doing that to prevent someone from doing the same harmful things again? what is the point of this in Jesse’s case? the only genuinely shitty thing that was his full responsibility and was something that he had a reasonable choice to not do was his attempt to sell drugs to the rehab group, but GUESS WHAT!? Jesse snapped himself out of that idea without much of the way of people telling him it was bad to do. I think this is a lesson learned! and I keep using the term “reasonable choice” for a reason, and it’s because sometimes someone has a choice to do something sure, but it’s unreasonable to expect that every single person will make the “right” choice, like most of the worst things that Jesse does are because he is backed into a corner and/or being manipulated by Walt! oh and Jesse being a drug dealer in the first place? a) selling drugs to people who are seeking them out isn’t actually this massive act of harm long as you’re honest about what you’re selling, people will always use drugs and need to get them from somewhere, also alcohol is more toxic and kills more people than meth does, and b) so while Walt had the choice between selling meth and… accepting help from other people who think that they owe him anyway, Jesse had the choice between selling meth and poorly paying jobs, one of which we see offered is ACTUALLY humiliating, not just “ooh I have to accept help sometimes”, and actually he’d have to do this all while lacking support or help from anyone except maybe his friends who are still very involved in the drug trade because his parents are shitty fucking people who weren’t prepared or willing to have a child that wasn’t “normal”. and it's not like this makes anything that he did good or that he didn't do anything wrong I'm not suggesting that he's a perfect person, but I don't think that what he did is uniquely bad in any way.

and even if I’m wrong and the movie is actually trying to get across that Jesse didn’t USE to have choices but NOW he does I think… the ending still wraps it up badly and it still communicates a bad message. like why are we led to believe that Jesse is going to make different choices from now on? not only does he still have no outside support or resources, but he has LESS options in regards to acquiring those things than he had at the beginning of Breaking Bad and a FUCKTON of new PTSD on top of that. like I think it’s unlikely that Jesse is going to get back into the criminal world but instead of me thinking that because his life circumstances have actually improved in the ways that they should’ve it’s because he’s been through so much horrible trauma in the past that he’ll “know better”. Jesse received trauma that we’re sorta meant to interpret as him learning from, punishment that he learned from, so that now anything genuinely miserable coming up in his life will simply seem better than what he’s already been through, again rather than actually having resources to make his rough patches in life better. El Camino still puts all of the pressure onto Jesse alone to have a better life. and I think that ultimately leaves us with an ending that is bleaker than it wants to admit

I don’t know how I could write El Camino to have the happy ending for Jesse that I both want and think he deserves, at least I’ve not been able to come up with anything that feels believable enough, so sadly I think that the best way to fix it is by changing the tone of the ending so that it does feel bleaker. maybe add in a little more focus on Jesse’s PTSD and that he doesn’t really know how to deal with it later in the movie as well, but still keep in everything that show’s Jesse’s kindness, like him feeding the spider Todd was keeping and the scene with the beetle that always brings the Undertale quote “despite everything it’s still you” to mind. if nothing else I’d hope that it’d make people think about how nothing about Jesse’s life circumstances have changed in a way that actually will allow him to thrive, and feel upset about it because he continues to persist in being a caring person in a world that never wanted him to be.

#El Camino #Breaking Bad #BrBa #Jesse Pinkman #meat.txt #this is my girlfriend dont touch him #this is long but I'm refusing to put it under a readmore #also I'm gonna elaborate more on parts of this and it'll become my second video essay probably

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 19 days

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Am I The Asshole for comforting my friend’s ex-partner?

People in this story: Me (19M), my friend, Jason (17M), his ex-partner, Leon (16M) [All fake names]

So, my friend Jason recently broke up with Leon, after a year of them being together (like, right after their anniversary). This was honestly a long time coming, as Jason has been venting to me about all these little things that Leon has done (he never visits Jason at work, he rarely buys gifts or pays for dates even though Jason always does, he’s too clingy, etc) so I wasn’t surprised, and I don’t think either Jason or Leon were very surprised either.

Jason is actually very happy he finally ended the relationship, and now that it’s over, he started to open up to me more about things Leon has done. He’s saving the in-depth conversation for when we can talk in person, but he told me there was manipulation and gaslighting going on, I just don’t know how or to what severity. Although, despite this, Jason says he doesn’t really have much ill will against Leon, and while he doesn’t want to remain friends (and now has him blocked on socials), is still fine interacting with him. (Of course, they’re in high school together so they’ll have to interact pretty frequently.)

Leon on the other hand… is pretty torn up. Which is understandable, even if it is his fault Jason broke up with him. He was publicly (but subtly) venting on social media, and Jason told me that during the breakup he was also very visibly upset and talked about thinking he (himself) deserved to die. (Which is… possibly a manipulation tactic, possibly a depressed teenager thing, but most likely a mix of both.)

Now, I’m friends with both of them (it’s hard not to be, since they’re almost always together). I’m closer with Jason and we talk almost every day, but Leon and I are somewhat close as well, so it wasn’t surprising to me when Leon messaged me to talk about the breakup.

Leon send multiple paragraphs venting about the breakup. He basically just told me he feels guilty, and hopeless, and he felt like his efforts in the relationship could only be seen by himself. He also told me he understands and won’t judge if I start to dislike him now that Jason broke up with him, and asked me to take care of Jason now that he won’t be able to.

Some of his message seemed a little manipulative-y? (Like the self-depreciation, he was also somewhat implying he wanted to kill himself…?) Which makes sense with everything Jason told me about him, but I still tried to respond the same way I would respond to any friend who just had a bad breakup, while also throwing a little “I hope you learn and grow from this” in there for good measure.

Because, see, I believe Jason when he says Leon was manipulative and a toxic partner. And I know Leon is probably fishing for sympathy, at least a bit. However… He’s also 16 years old. Which doesn’t make any of Leon’s actions okay, obviously. A 16 year-old should know right from wrong. But I know 16 year olds have a lot of growing up to do, and I don’t think Leon is an irredeemably bad person.

I can’t know for certain if Leon was purposefully acting malicious or if he was just too immature to understand what he did wrong. But either way, I’d feel like a dick telling a 16 year old who sees me as a good friend that I don’t want to hear him vent or I don’t care about his problem because it’s all his fault anyway. So, I just listened, told him I hope he grows from this, and told him to take care of himself and I hope things get better for him.

I’m definitely going to distance myself from him going forward, probably especially when Jason tells me the rest of the details of their relationship, but I figured the breakup is so fresh (happened the day before Leon came to me) I can at least let him vent for now. Break ups do fucking suck, even if it is your fault or you deserved it. So, I don’t know. Jason didn’t seem too bothered with what I said to Leon, but idk. AITA? I hope that all made sense :’)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bigupsdog · 19 days

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I'm creating intro dialog for every character in Guilty Gear because im bored.

I'm writing these all where the character of the post talks second and I'm doing it in reverse character order because I wanted to start with ABA becausei like her. I'm also redoing dialog for characters that already have unique dialog with each other because I know I'll forget who had unique dialog with who.

Sol: You cause any mayhem and you'll get a high bounty on your head.

ABA: I am no fool in a china shop.

Ky: All my life I've killed those I thought to be monsters, then I realized I was the monster, so I won't judge you.

ABA: I've heard about your actions during the Crusades, you were the king of the kill.

May: You're married huh, you know I've always wanted to get married too.

ABA: Was that a coy attempt to flirt with Paracelsus?

Axl: I know what it's like to be ripped away from the person you love, I wouldn't do that to you mate.

ABA: I love Paracelsus more than anything in this world, no one will take him from me.

Chipp: Nothings faster than me.

ABA: You are the tortoise and I'm the snare.

Potemkin: If you're still looking for a way to give Paracelsus a body Zepp is always open to you.

ABA: No, I still don't trust you, your arms are too big.

Faust: Your… Injuries… need… Doctor...

ABA: An apple a day a doctor i'll slay.

Millia: Speaking from experience, no one likes a possessive partner.

ABA: I am not possessive of my Paracelsus, you just want him for yourself!

Zato: Love? I think I once knew that?

ABA: You seem to be haunted by shadows from your broadcast.

Ram: I also find the world confusing but that's what makes it beautiful.

ABA: Perhaps we can carve a place in this world for people like us.

Leo: You're about to hear me roar!

ABA: He's more meow than bite.

Nago: I sense an inner bloodlust coming from that ax.

ABA: His name is Paracelsus and you should fear me more.

Gio: My report says you can see invisible spirits.

ABA: Not all spirits are like that dog, some just want to be on their own.

Anji: If you love something you should set it free.

ABA: No, the saying is, if you love something don't let it flee.

I-No: Here's some dating advice, no man likes the jealous type.

ABA: My Paracelsus loves me just as I am and I won't let some harlet tell me otherwise!

Goldlewis: Two cryptids for the price of one.

ABA: You simply label anything different a cryptid.

Jack-O: That's a great Frankenstein costume, just needs the green paint.

ABA: Keep away from me I like how I look, as is.

HC: Never seen a romantic comedy like this before.

ABA: There is nothing comedic about our romance.

Baiken: You'll fall by my blade.

ABA: Fall down seven times, get up with hate!

Testament: You both seem to be doing better.

ABA: I suppose that was somewhat your doing, thanks.

Bridget: Hay, Roger and that key could have a playdate together.

ABA: Paracelsus is a living being, your not going to force him to do something he doesn't want to do like some toy!

Sin: Jezz, why do you use such big words, do you even know what they mean?

ABA: This fastidious fool has the gall to insult my vernacular!

Delilah: Is she using a giant living key as a weapon? That's weird.

ABA: Is she using a giant living bed as a weapon? She's copying us!

Asuka R#: Well, if it isn't the inspiration for my creation.

ABA: Another artificial lifeform? Perhaps I'm not so alone?

Asuka R Kreutz: You know I've created some life forms as well.

ABA: From what I've heard about you, you've only created death.

Johnny: I think you hold the keys to my heart.

ABA: Save it, my heart only belongs to one man!

Elphelt: Sooooo, what are you going to name the kids?

ABA: This is my love life. You don't need to chaperone every part of it.

#guilty gear #a.b.a #aba guilty gear #guilty gear strive #fighting games #intro dialog

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ransprang · 5 months

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thank you anon for your ko-fi request <3

if anyone wants a match up like this here is our link!

Ekko SFW Match Up

How you meet: You were a Zaunite, growing up with the underprivileged children on the street. In your neighborhood, Ekko was somewhat of a legend (who was also in a league some might say), and everyone looked up to him, you included. He was integral to keeping people’s spirits up and your community’s way of life. You tried to be involved in improving Zaun, handing out food to the poor etc. but it broke your heart whenever the Firelights decided to launch attacks on the Piltover police. Afterall, they were people too, so you always kept your distance from that part of the gang’s activities. Until one day you accidentally walked into one of their attacks. You tried to hide but in the chaos you glimpsed an attack headed right for Ekko which would have been fatal. You knew you had to save him, he was a symbol of hope for your family and friends.You had to do it for them. Before you knew it you were pushing him out of the way. You got hurt in the process and Ekko was touched by your actions and felt responsible enough to take special interest in you as you recovered, which eventually led to you both developing feelings for each other.

He finds your innocence and positivity refreshing especially in the darkness of Zaun. Your innocence is a source of inspiration for him, reminding him of the purity that is worth protecting in the world. This especially helps when he’s making hard decisions as a Firelight.

Ekko is a savior at heart, a hero to his people. He would save tiny cats on the street, including Heimerdinger and bring them back to you.

You can totally introduce Ekko to crocheting and he’d start tinkering with different materials. He’d experiment and make strange gadgets. If you’re down for it he’d teach you a bit of his futuristic engineering too. He may even make you some gadgets that’ll spruce up your crocheting.

Ekko is more on the quiet side enveloped in his thoughts. If he has something to say he won’t hold back at all. But overall he doesn’t mind if there are silences between you both.

He’d enjoy reading futuristic and sci-fi related books with you if you’re into that. You both can have a mini book club of sorts and discuss how the books are.

Intrigued by his hoverboarding, you decide to try it out nervously, but don’t worry! Ekko will hold your hands and be patient about teaching you how to ride that thang. He’ll chuckle a bit if you mess up, so it’s fun for him too. Once you get the hang of it Ekko will take you to pretty spots and you both can read there.

You sometimes have to scold Ekko while tending to his bruises about all of the violence and harmful situations he gets himself into. He doesn’t mind getting lectured by you really, he kind of likes seeing you get all worked up for a guy like him. He’ll reassure you everytime that he’ll come back alive to you.

During fights Ekko will take extra care of you and would never scream or say anything hurtful as even the thought of you flinching or crying will hurt him so bad and he cannot bear it. He feels guilty even imagining this.

Ekko is such a big boi bossman and leader of his gang, so no one really teases him but you do and you have all the power to do so. In front of you he pouts and blushes at your sarcastic jokes.

your yarn,

admins sar, san & sav

#arcane #arcane x reader #ekko #ekko x reader #lol #lol x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #kofi commission #ko fi support #artist on kofi #kofi #fanfic commissions #writing commissions #commissions open #open commissions #commissions #commission

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dottorcs · 5 months

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Clingy Roomates Oneshot NSFW

Clingy! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

a/n: This does contain sexual themes. Fluff is everywhere. Satoru is extremely touchy and clingy. Slight angst referring to Suguru. Satoru does walk in to see Y/N naked. This alternates between 3rd person and Y/N's POV. Y/N gets cream pied.

"Oops," Satoru says with a mischievous grin. "Didn't mean to interrupt," he has a bad habit of not knocking before entering your room.

Maybe agreeing to be roommates with him right after high school wasn't the best idea, but his company was appreciated.

"Are you ready to grab a bite?" He sometimes acts more like your boyfriend than your roommate, constantly urging you to go out and cuddling with you on the couch. But deep down, he's just trying to fill the void left by Suguru. He's afraid you'll leave him too. You're all he has.

About 2-3 months ago, Suguru disappeared from both of your lives. Leaving nothing but a note and his cell phone for Satoru to find in the kitchen of their once shared home. Ever since then, Satoru has moved in with you, finding the quietness of his once shared home painful.

"TORU!" I yelped. "I'M NAKED, KNOCK NEXT TIME!" I squealed, trying to cover myself up with whatever I could find. My cheeks dusted with pink as I stare at him in disbelief.

"Sorry," Satoru says, chuckling softly. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." He backpedals out of the room, leaving you feeling a bit embarrassed, but also somewhat reassured that he didn't take advantage of the situation. You take a deep breath and finish getting dressed, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the moment. As you step out of your room, you catch sight of Satoru cooking in the kitchen. He's dressed in a white shirt and black sweatpants, a pink apron wrapped around his neck and torso, with the words "Kiss The Chef" written across. He turns around and flashes you a warm smile. He motions for you to come over. You hesitate for a moment before joining him at the kitchen island. The smell of food is comforting, and you can't help but feel grateful for your clingy roommate who always seems to know just what you need.

As you sit down next to him, he places a plate in front of you, steam rising from the delicious-looking meal. The pasta is cooked, perfectly al dente, and coated in a savory sauce with bits of tender meat. You can't help but look up at him with appreciation.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you 'Toru, I was caught by surprise, please don't be upset." I said as I rubbed the back of my neck. Feeling guilty about my previous actions, I put my hand on top of his, feeling his warm and soft yet scarred hands.

"It's okay," Satoru reassures you, squeezing your hand gently. He chuckles softly before taking a bite of his food. You follow suit, savoring the flavors on your tongue. The pasta is perfectly cooked, and the sauce is tangy yet sweet, reminding you of the times Geto would come over, seemingly attempting to teach you how to cook.

You feel a pang of sadness wash over you, but Satoru's warm presence next to you helps ground you in the present. As you continue eating, you find yourself relaxing a little. Maybe being around your clingy roommate isn't so bad after all. You glance up at him, noticing the gentle way he's chewing his food, the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he's passionate about.

There's something about Satoru that draws you in, even if it's different from the intense connection you had with Geto. You decide that tonight, you'll give him a chance to explain why he's acting the way he is. After all, maybe he just needs someone to lean on too.

We finished our pasta in a comfortable, warm silence. As I grab our bowls to start washing the dishes, I feel 2 familiar hands wrap around my waist. Satoru's chest pressing against my back as I feel him snuggle in the crook of my neck, white soft hairs tickling my cheek. "So, do you want to talk about why you've been so clingy recently?" I say in a gentle tone, a smile creeping onto my lips as I breathe in his expensive yet comforting cologne.

Satoru hesitated for a moment before he exhaled softly, his warm breath tickling your neck... "I can't help it. You're just so amazing, and I want to be with you all the time." He shifted slightly, his arms slightly tightening around you. "But please, give me a chance. I want to take care of you, and I want to make you happy." He lifts his head from your shoulder to kiss the top of your head.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a strange surge of emotion welling up inside you. You turned around to face him, your faces inches apart. Satoru's eyes widened slightly at the sight of you so close, his face flushed with an adorable blush. He reached up to gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones.

"Anytime.." he paused.

"Anytime what?" I looked at him, admiring his features.

Most people found Satoru's presence intimidating, mainly due to his height, but under that is just a soft, gentle, giant. His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue. I always loved getting lost in those eyes of his. I gently raise my hand to cup his cheek, rubbing my thumb against his soft skin.

"Anytime you need me," he whispers, leaning in to press your lips against his, leaving a gentle and soft kiss. As you pull away, a small smile plays on your lips. You can feel Satoru's heartbeat quicken under your touch, and it sends a wave of warmth through your body.

I wrap my arms around his neck, tippy toeing to shower his face with kisses.

Satoru's hands snake around your waist once more, pulling you closer. He leans over, his lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He nuzzles into you, inhaling your scent.

"I will always be there for you. I never want to lose you." He said.

Your heart swells at his words. You know there is still healing to do, both physically and emotionally, but with Satoru by your side, you feel optimistic about the future. You press your body against his, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin.

The soft texture of his clothed chest is enticing, and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch it bare. Satoru's hands move from your waist to your back, and then down to your bottom, squeezing gently. He pulls you closer, his erection pressing against your thigh.

You sigh contentedly, pressing your body against his, wanting more. You know that with Satoru, you have found someone who will cherish and protect you. And for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace.

He pulls you into a kiss once more. This time long and needy. The kiss deepened, soft moans escaped from the two.

My hands ran through his soft hair. I pull away from his kiss, looking at his eyes, his beautiful eyes with a soft expression on my face. "Satoru... Please.. I need you in me." I said. Lust filled both of our eyes. He doesn't hesitate to pick me up and bring me to his room, where he gently placed me on his bed.

Satoru removed his shirt, revealing his toned torso, and the soft pattern of hair that trailed down to his navel, your heart skipped a beat.

You took off your own shirt next, eager to feel his skin against yours. Your bra came off with a gentle pull, and Satoru's eyes were drawn to your perky breasts, already hardened with desire. He helped you undo it, and then stepped out of his pants, releasing his member from his boxers. It was already fully erect and glistening with pre-cum. You marveled at its size, the thought that it would be inside you sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

He alined himself up as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. As he's pushing his hips forward, you gasped at the sensation of being filled up so completely, but also moaned in pleasure. He began to thrust slowly, his hips meeting yours in perfect rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his back, urging him to go deeper. His tongue found its way into your mouth, dancing with yours.

Soft moans escaped my lips, as I feel him completely fill me up. '''Toru.. please.. come in me." I said desperately. "I need you, I need all of you." I said, moaning his name.

Satoru groaned at the sound of your voice, and with one powerful thrust, he plunged his whole length into you, filling you completely. He let out a deep moan of pleasure as he felt you tighten around him. It was a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

His hips began to move faster, his body rocking against yours in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate. You felt him hit your sweet spot with every thrust, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

Satoru reached around to touch your breast, pinching the nipple gently as he continued to pound into you.

The friction between your bodies was creating a heat that seemed to consume them both. Their breathing became heavier, their moans louder, as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of desire. He moved his hand down to stroke your clit, adding another layer of pleasure to an already intense experience. The feeling was overwhelmingly amazing, and it wasn't long before you both climaxed together, crying out each other's names as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. They collapsed onto the bed, still connected and panting heavily. Their hearts beat in unison as they looked into each other's eyes, their souls truly connecting for the first time.

"I love you 'Toru," I said. I stared at him, my eyes full of love. Satoru looked into your eyes, his heart racing. He pulled you closer, his lips pressing against yours in a deep, long, and passionate kiss. You could feel the love and desire that flowed between you, binding your souls together. As the moments passed, the kiss became slower and more tender, a reflection of the love that had been growing between you. You both knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

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PAIRING ➔ toxic!jack harlow x gf!reader

WARNINGS ➔ none

AUTHORS NOTE ➔ listen to needed by brent faiyaz

DISCLAIMER ➔ in no way am i portraying jack’s behavior in this way! it’s just for shits & giggles and heart break!

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“save your breath, don’t even speak on me now.”

“you and your friends ran my to the ground.”

“you left me then so i figured it out.”

“save your tongue, don’t even give me a call.”

“if i was a bum, you wouldn’t call me at all.”

“i don’t say it enough, i’m getting tired of y’all.”

“you say you’re so happy for me, you’d always know what i would be.”

“where was the love when it was needed?”

you knew better than to keep messing with jack, the first time should’ve been enough. he was having you make yourself look like a fool, all over social media and behind the screen. countless times you’d convinced yourself that one day, you would get up and leave him.

easier said than done though, right?

jack has you constantly making yourself look idiotic. when he told you he was going out to clubs to promote his albums, he was, but that was partly true.

blogs were all over it, posting a copious amount of pictures with girls all over him and in his section. nobody in your life understood why you chose to be with him.

it was evident he wasn’t treating you the way any normal person would treat their significant other. on some nights, you find yourself with tears spilling out of your eyes, jack had constantly ‘promised’ that he’d turn his life around because he ‘truly loved’ you.

a part of you wanted to believe that he was partially telling the truth and that he was being honest. you already knew how this game went though, he tells you he’ll change for you and yet, he turns around and does the exact same thing.

the small led clock read 1:57 am, the faint sound of cars honking and occasional blow of the wind were the only things that were keeping you awake.

you could hear the sound of the front door unlocking. you knew it was jack since he was the only other person to come in at this time of night and he was quite literally the only other person who has another key to the house.

your back faced faced the bedroom door and you closed your eyes to avoid whatever foolishness jack was up to. the bedroom door opened.

jack’s somewhat heavy footsteps could be heard leading up to the bed, you hoped that he’d just go to bed and not fool around. the bed dipped beside you as he now made his presence known, his lips softly pressed against your cheek and made your way down to your neck.

“hi baby, i missed you.” he mumbled, the rasp in his voice obvious. in that moment you thought your heart would probably burst out of your chest, yet you were growing annoyed with him and his actions.

“jack ..” you grumbled while pushing his face away, “i’m not in the mood.” you could hear him smack his lips, and you wanted to smack his entire face off his head. you reached over to the nightstand and turned on the bedside lamp.

who did he think he was, for him to come in during the late hours of the night and think that he’ll get whatever he wanted?

you sat up against the headboard and scoffed, “with that attitude, you can go sleep on the couch.” you told him, the look on his face almost made you want to laugh.

“i’m not sleeping on that damn couch.”

“and you’re sure as hell not sleeping in this bed. find a blanket and a pillow, and lay down on the floor.”

“y/n why are you acting like this.” he questioned like you were the one who did something wrong.

“cause you ain’t shit jack. don’t think i haven’t seen those blogs. i’m not stupid.” you looked at him and suddenly he looked guilty.

just like you wanted him to.

you got up and walked towards the closet which had jack questioning what you were about to do.

“and you don’t even like me, neither do your friends. i’ve heard about the things y’all say about me. and if you claimed you ‘loved’ me, you wouldn’t even let the shit come out of their mouths. jack who do you think i am? some bitch that’ll wait on her hands and knees for you?”

you occasionally dropped his clothes near a window, until you opened it.

“i’ve dealt with your shit for too long jack, i really did and i loved you. but clearly the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.” you faked a frown before you threw the clothes out the window.

jack swore he never reacted faster, he made his way to you and pulled you away from the window and looked out of it, “y/n are you serious!” he tried to restrain from yelling.

the smile on your face was very clear, meaning there was no regret for what you did.

jack left the room quickly and you followed him out to the doorway of the backyard, he grabbed as many clothes as he could, hoping to come back for the rest that he couldn’t grab.

without thinking you locked the door behind him, you watched as he twisted and pulled the knob.

“y/n, i’m not playing with you. open this door!” he yelled but you shook your head.

“have fun sleeping with those other bitches tonight!”

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just a lil sum as i’m coming back from my unannounced writing hiatus, i missed you guys sm

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