#i thought i was over this and then i watched a video comparing the scene to the comic version and now i'm about to become a red lantern

[blueslight]

Man one of my friends has a habit of accidentally saying or doing stuff that hurts me and I never know what to do cuz like I dont wanna be criticizing her/telling her off every 2 days cuz I KNOW she never means any harm so I know when she says/does hurtfull stuff she doesnt mean it but like it still hurts yk ??? But anytime i do tell her i feel like an ass and the thing is it doesnt make me feel any better cuz when she apologizes i just feel bad for her. But likee also i notixe the frustration building up within myself from her repeatedly hurting my feelings. But its never super big stuff and i dont wanna make her feel bad cuz like idk man shes so. Just like, fragile I guess that anything that makes her sad or upset immediately makes me feel horrible like its the emotional equivalent of yelling at a child or.something. BUT ALSO SHE JUST KEEPS HURTING ME !!!! genuinely from the bottom of.my heart askimg wtf im supposed to do like do I just swallow it down and wait for the feeling to pass. Or what. Cuz like its never lingering serious hurt or anything but it just keeps building up but like also she never criticzes me for anything and so by comparison i DO already "criticize" her a lot I guess and like. Man idk genuinely I dont know what to do

#Ok so like for example. I was wathcing a show rn and a character died. and i had been texting my friend a bit about the show over the last #few days as i was watching it so its not like it just came completely out of the blue . and i sent like a video of the death scene and #said something expressinf sadness about it like 'NOOOO WTF' or whatever and she just didnt respond to that at all and started talking about #something else so i thought maybe she missed it so i like drew attention to it again and she was like 'i dont know that character i had #nothing to say' #BRO ???? #I dont. know most of the things my friends ever talk about and i still go along. #and like she does stuff like that at least once a week and its like. idk man obviously its not a big deal but its just something that #stings yk?? #and like she has a lot of idk mannerisms or habits that just make me feel dumb or like im being stupid and its so frustrating idk #and like idk cause sometimes she acts idk normally enthusiastic but randomly out of nowhere she says stuff that makes me feel like im being #stupid if that makes sense ?? #or like she ALWAYS has something negative or disagreeing to say and on one hand it feels dumb to get annoyed by it but like idk?? #for example one time i was watcbing a movie and texted her a pic of the lead actor and said 'his face is like the exavt opposite of mine' #like as a sort of joke cause my face is soft with idk prominent features and that guys face was sharp with well idk sharper features like #he just looked like the opposite of me yk?? and it was clearly a joke #but.like she replied like 'i dont really see it' and started in detail comparing our faces ?? #and like idk cuz like it annoyed me and made me feel stupid and also she has a habit of overanalyzing her and other peooles.looks and i #fucking HATE IT #but like at the same time well if that was her organic reply am I not a dick for getting annoyed ??? but like it just annoyed me idfk #and its always stuff like that but i feek like an ass if im always tellinf her everything she does wrong (obviously i dont do that but itd #feel lime that) and being so idk overly critical but also some small part of me just has started to resent her cause ??? #she keeps accidentally saying stuff that hurts me and makes me feel stupid and in school she always keeps touching me and making annoying #noises and like ???? idk what it is cause i usually really like her and we are very close but sometimes she just does stuff that #IMMEDIATELY drives me up the wall ???? #but like honest to god what if im the problem. ?? like am i overreacting or like accidentally being mean?? #But like . the way she communicates i dont see a point in trying to tell her that she has a habit of accidentally hurting me cuz #what would it change except make her feel bad if that makes sense ?? #and also its like. like then she'd probably be less comfortable around me cuz shes worried abt hurting me . or like itd be #awkward like when you kmow someones only doing smth cuz you asked them to yk ??

[shotmrmiller]

a little prologue before i eventually write the schmeat.

pornstar au!

f!reader

Simon retired from the adult entertainment industry at 38 years old, but he'd been in it for a decade and a half.

He left his mark, going down in history as one of the greatest of all time in pornography. Simon was a living legend, and his cock was equally legendary which even attracted the attention of famous personalities. In fact, he made sure they signed an airtight NDA just to have the privilege of having his phone number.

It eventually became dull, however, and decided it was time to call it quits. He'd had his fun and now explicitly works behind the scenes with the casting and directing.

Not for the lack of trying on his hires' part though. He cannot recall how many times he's had actors trying to entice him into bending them over the black leather couch or fuck them against the walls of their dressing rooms.

Simon had retired and meant it.

That was, until you.

A fresh face, a rookie in the business but he's completely mesmerized by the video he's watching featuring his protege, Johnny. The scene itself was nothing special, just a dad's best friend script, but you...something about you was extraordinary.

He felt his manhood stir as he watched your lips parting in a silent scream as a climax washed over you, causing your toes to curl and fingers to dig into Johnny's biceps as he split you open on top of a kitchen counter.

Your eyes clenched tightly in bliss; head thrown back in pleasure. You weren't faking it in the least, not that it was ever in question— there was a frothy, milky cream around the base of Johnny's cock, your body twitched with the aftershocks of it, and he's had more than a lifetime's worth of women and men underneath and on top of him to know what a real orgasm looked like.

You looked delectable. His mouth watered as he thought of getting a taste of you— he wanted to eat that pretty pussy of yours like it was to be his last meal, push his thick fingers into your slick hole and make you ride his hand until you hunched over and gushed arousal down his wrist and forearm.

Simon palmed himself roughly outside of his trousers and hissed when Johnny covered your mouth with his as he rubbed your slippery clit under the pad of his thumb until you broke away to let out a choked scream— another peak that Johnny takes as his.

He fucks you through it with a slow undulation of his hips, just like Simon taught him, and only when your limbs are loose, syrupy, does he finally relent and in a few thrusts, he's pulling out and covering your glistening slit with his spend.

Simon grips his phone so hard, it makes a cracking sound. He's had A-list celebrities with unrivaled beauty begging for him to see them again. He's had Aphrodite in his bed and Adonis on his knees.

And yet none compare to the sight of you, skin dewy with saliva and sweat, damp hair sticking to your forehead, and another man's cum dripping out of you.

He's enthralled.

Simon tosses his cell and briskly walks toward his kitchen island, where his laptop sits. In a matter of minutes, he's sent an email to the company you work for and told them to name their price, he'd pay anything to get you in his studio.

They readily agreed, of course. No one denies Simon anything.

Simon runs his tongue over his teeth in anticipation; he's gonna lift you to the very stars.

Ghost is about to make his long-awaited return and only for you.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #cod #cod smut #johnny soap mactavish

[mintsvnoo]

CAN I BE YOURS?

PAIRING enha! ni-ki x gnreader

— in which both ni-ki and (name) have been friends since birth. one saturday night, (name) went over to have a sleepover at ni-ki's place where they end up finding ni-ki's mother old video camera memory card. and upon watching the ninth video, they both discover a cheesy love confession from ni-ki to (name)...

GENRE non-idol au, fluff, drabble

WARNING|S none

A. NOTE all writings and reactions from these idols are from MY imagination, it does not reflect their actions and reactions irl!

more under the cut !

“nishi, look at this shell! isnt it pretty? !”

“yeah! but i think you're even more pretty....” your friend, riki, said before handing you a small yet freshly picked out rose with seemingly absent thorns. “here, um, have it.. i already removed the thorns, so you wouldn't get pricked by any of them!” he said enthusiastically, not minding the small cuts on the palm of his fingers. saving you to catch the little reds seeping through the cuts and bits.

“gasp riki! your fingers, i think theres blood on it! are you okay?” quickly giving the rose that riki gave you to your mom who was alongside with his mother, giggling softly. while videoing the scene occuring in front of them. both of your mothers wanted you two to be the bestest of friends while growing up, but oh well, looks like destiny has other plans, with you both being two lovebirds already at such a young age! ehem, now grabbing the right hand of riki and swiftly swiping away the blood going out the cuts.

“im okay, those are just cuts! their nothing compared to a big boy like me! that's what momma said.” riki reassured you, earning a laughter that felt like sweet music to him and a smile which made his heart flutter like there we're butterflies flying both inside and outside of it. but riki did not know why he felt like this way, the way he would always be looking forward on waiting for you and seeing you before pre-school, the way he would always beg his mom and yours to let you both hang out, the way he would steal you away from your mother's grasp to instead get ahold of your warm and welcoming hands... and the way he wanted to just say-

“can i be yours?” silence. both mothers looked up from the camera to stare shockingly at riki, who was looking at you with those loved-filled eyes, waiting for your answer patiently. then to you, staring back at him with those confused-yet unfazed eyes, seemingly not knowing what he meant by that. looking back at your mother to eye-tell her what he meant.

as your mother whispered to your ear what he means, your eyes became a bit wide, once the meaning was out. before looking back at riki, who was still waiting patiently for an answer. “oh.. um, how about, when we are older?..” you rejected, in your well thought mind, dating was supposed to be for adults to worry about, and your not an adult, both of you are not yet adults! so it was only reasonable to say that ..right? well based on riki's reaction, simply smilling wider and giving you a thumbs up. “it's okay! i'll wait!”

quickly pausing the eight year old video that was saved on riki's mother memory card. “woah-ho-ho.. i did not remember that!” you said as you leaned back on your chair, avoiding riki's stare at you. few seconds passed by with an awkward silence before riki's simply chuckled, unpausing and replaying the video to the part where he gave you a rose. “not gonna lie, i forgot about this too..”

he said with that deep voice of his that was far from his younger and more gentle voice that was playing on the video. “can i be yours?” .... “oh.. um, maybe when we are older— riki adruptly paused that part, almost like slamming down the pause button. before rising and turning to you. “so... now that we're older, let me repeat this, um... can i be yours?”

#kpop x gn reader #enha niki #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #enha riki #enhypen riki #nishimura riki #riki x reader #riki fluff #niki x reader #niki fluff #ni ki x reader #ni ki fluff #riki x you #riki x y/n #riki x male reader #riki x female reader #riki x gender neutral

[takeme-totheworld]

Aziraphale and Forgiveness, Pt 1: Not Just A Word

This series is now complete! Here's where you can find the other parts.

Part 2 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here.

There are a lot of aspects to Aziraphale’s character that, when I first watched the show, I vibed with immediately without really thinking too hard about why. He just made deep emotional sense to me as a character. It wasn’t until I waded into the fandom that I realized how much metaphorical ink was being spilled over the question “Why does Aziraphale do the things he does?”

I would always think, “Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it?” but then find that I didn’t really have the words to explain why I thought it was obvious. It was just this ongoing feeling of “Well sure, that’s exactly the kind of thing I did/would have done as a born-and-raised evangelical teenager.” But then I would try to articulate the actual reasons younger-me would have had for doing the thing (and by extension, what I assumed Aziraphale’s reasons were) and immediately fumble because I hadn’t thought it through that far.

One of these elements of his character is his whole deal about forgiveness. Why is he always telling Crowley he forgives him or wishing for God to forgive him? Why is forgiveness one of his favorite things? Why is this such a prominent theme with his character?

(Me: Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it? Everyone else: What do you mean? Me: …uhhh well I definitely mean something, but yes, good question!)

So here’s my attempt at actually using my words to explain why I find this aspect of his character extremely relatable and realistic from an ex-religious-fundie perspective. And it's going to be in multiple parts because I have way too much to say.

The main point I want to make in this first part is that Aziraphale, like Crowley, has a ton of emotional baggage around the subject of forgiveness.

I see a lot of people ask things like "Why isn't Aziraphale more sensitive to the fact that forgiveness is an emotional hot button for Crowley, who fell?" And that's a fair question! But it's very clear to me whenever I watch the show that forgiveness is also an emotional hot button for Aziraphale, or else he wouldn't keep bringing it up. As with many of the things both characters have issues around, though, with Aziraphale it's less straightforward and less on the surface because of the amount of denial and rationalization his character runs on.

I think it's important to start here, because I firmly believe that when he expresses forgiveness:

He's not saying it glibly or meaninglessly.

He's not saying it because he's an angel and it's part of the brand/that's what angels are "supposed" to say.

He's not saying it because he's feeling smug and self-satisfied*.

He's not saying it because he's trying to put himself above the person he's forgiving.

He's saying it because forgiveness means something important to him, something very emotionally loaded and complicated.

*For the record, Aziraphale is 100% a smug, self-satisfied, holier-than-thou bastard sometimes. Exhibit A:

Seriously. Look at how pleased with himself he is while he gives Crowley that little speech about evil containing the seeds of its own destruction. This is Aziraphale being a smug bastard. (I say that with affection. It's one of my favorite Aziraphale moments. But he's totally talking shit here.)

But compare that to these:

Look at his face. He is not feeling pleased with himself (or anything) in these moments. I'm too low-tech to mess with video clips but it's the same with his tone of voice, which ranges from somber to devastated depending on the specific scene. Aziraphale brings up forgiveness when he's experiencing significant emotional distress.

This is already super long so I'm going to end this part here and start digging into what I think his specific damage is about forgiveness in the next post. But I wanted to start here because I've seen the take "Aziraphale is being a superior holier-than-thou prick when he forgives Crowley" several times.

(ETA: I’ve also seen the more positive take, “Aziraphale is just saying I love you the way an angel would,” and I also disagree with this because I don’t think it’s anywhere near that simple. But I digress.)

On the “superior holier-than-thou prick” interpretation: (1) Michael Sheen's acting choices in these scenes don't bear that out at all, and (2) as someone who was raised in a very toxic religious community from which I inherited a lot of Extremely Complicated Feelings about forgiveness that I'm still grappling with...I immediately saw a kindred spirit in Aziraphale in these moments.

Is it an ill-advised thing to say to Crowley of all people, especially that last time? Obviously. But is he being purposely cutting with his words when he says it? I think not.

Stay tuned for Part 2! I plan to write the next part about divine punishment and mercy in Good Omens, how powerless all the angels and demons in this world really are, and the beliefs Aziraphale has developed (especially about forgiveness) to cope with it all.

#good omens #good omens meta #character analysis #aziraphale #forgiveness #i forgive you

[thosewildcharms]

Your rhetorical questions have lit up my brain lol like what if Rick had met Michonne and Andre first instead of Morgan and Duane? 🤯 But anyway on a separate note, it’s so wild to see Rick and Shane’s first scene and Rick laughing along to Shane’s mysoginistic weird ass rant in light of who he is now. He really was just some emotionally repressed small town guy, And while Lori telling Rick “I wonder if you even care about us” in front of Carl was horrible, I wonder what Rick could’ve done or not done that would make her feel that way? And Shane said women’s problem is they don’t know how to turn off a light switch, to which Rick says part of the problem is he’s the one who’s leaving light switches on; I hate to be missing something that’s probably obvious but what did he mean with that?

oh that's a great idea for an AU anon. your mind!

this got long because who am i, so under a read more it goes.

maybe i got my rickgirl blinders on and am giving him too much credit but i thought rick was laughing at least somewhat incredulously at shane's speech (he was at the very least shaking his head a lot until the very end) but yes present-day rick would probably not have entertained that quite so much lol. but to kind of go along with that, my interpretation of light switch thing was rick kind of dismissing shane's, as you pointed out, misogynistic joke by saying he's the one with the issue turning off lights, and also to shift the conversation into the Actual Problems he and lori are having. also in retrospect it kinda feels like the show was lowkey already telling us lori and shane were more suited for each other than lori and rick but i could be reading into that. but listen metaphors have a habit of flying right over my (probably) autistic little head so i could also be missing some hidden meaning there.

as for the fight with lori, there's a flashback (i think in season 2?) where lori is talking to a friend about that same fight and she admits that she was the one who was being the asshole and how she got even more pissed off over how even-tempered and reasonable he was in response. from rick's perspective, he said he would try to talk about his feelings only for it to seem like lori didn't actually want to hear them after all. honestly i think they were just fundamentally incompatible, as we saw over and over in seasons 1 and 2. it wasn't anyone's fault, and their fights probably escalated because they didn't even know how to argue the way the other person wanted them to.

and not to constantly compare rick/lori to richonne, but rick similarly almost never yells or gets mean the few times we see him and michonne argue. the couple of times he did in towl were such an anomaly it set off alarm bells for michonne that something was really wrong with him (and also the situation was just objectively insane). but michonne and rick know how to disagree without getting ugly, and she certainly never has to try to provoke him into communicating because they have a fundamental understanding of each other that rick and lori never had. for sure rick learned from his mistakes with lori but i don't think the rick who was with lori was an entirely different person who said horrible things to his wife. he couldn't express himself the way we see he can with michonne because he just didn't have that type of connection with lori. and to be fair, lori didn't feel that with rick either, and again, that's okay. they probably should have just called it quits well before rick got shot. @cantstayawaycani and @jonesywrites go into this far more eloquently than I did here in their very excellent towl season 1 reaction video that you should definitely watch, because it's wonderful from start to finish.

#richonne #answered #like can i ever be fucking brief #anyway. this was sitting in my drafts for WEEKS i'm so sorry #also re: shane/lori i don't really like to entertain the thought that they should have been endgame or w/e #because he's an asshole who sexually assaulted her but. she seemed pretty happy with him before that tbh #tbh i kinda don't buy that she was just sleeping with him to ~feel something or whatever she said #she was like. giggly and happy. she said she felt safe with him. like. girl?

[onyichii]

The only time I didn't like Yugo 👆

I REALLY wanted them to have a talk about this in season 4. I guess Ankama couldn't fit it in or didn't think it was important.

This occurs after he kisses her and calls it a mistake which hurts her feelings. As she is upset, Yugo tries to talk about it but she gives him a hard time (she does act like a butt). They don’t talk about it but instead sit together in silence. After a while, they kind of have a nonverbal “we’re good” moment.

How do we know this? We see that she is playful with him and still values what he thinks in this moment.

[Click this link to watch the clip]- I can't add more than 1 video per post. So here are screenshots from the “we’re good” scene.]

You're not playful with someone you're mad at. I think she thought about it and understood his dilemma and set it aside for the time being. She loves him and she can’t stay mad at him not now at least. After this playful interaction—HE STILL SAID THAT to Ruel-sipho)!! It’s fair that he’s still a little mad but damn.

Many audiences agreed with Yugo that Amalia was being obnoxious but to me that little playful scene defused their little quarrel. They were good at least from her perspective. From his reaction to her little playfulness it seemed like he agreed…but I guess not.

For the audience agreeing with Yugo…I blame misogyny tbh. It’s easy to hate female characters for the tiniest things. We see it time and time again.

I too agree that she was being bratty when he wanted to talk about it. But…i think she needed a little more time to collect herself. When they got that time to just sit in it we get that playful interaction.

Amalia literally left the side of her sick dying father to help him. He didn’t see her pain?

Then when she comes back (in s4) her father is dead. Missing her opportunity to say goodbye. At least they showed he felt guilty about that.

So then after all of this, when did he realize it was “romantic love.” Or did he always know but try to lie to himself to not give himself hope? I need answers because what they gave is not enough.

But yeah, that was the only time I didn’t like Yugo.

If Wakfu had the proper funding, I wonder if they would have spent a little more time on the interpersonal dynamics. We see time and time that they have a good nonverbal communication dynamic.

This is my interpretation. My perspective of that situation. If your interpretation is different that’s fine. I would love to ask one of the writers about this. Imma try to find one.

I keep comparing it to shows like Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Avatar, and The Owl House who make time to show their characters have these tough talks. But those shows had the funding to do it. Wakfu did not. They had to use what they had to focus on the most important plot points and sum up the others.

Either way, the animated series is over. And they're married now…so that’s a win. I still wish we got more tough-talk scenes though. (But it's an action show with a male target audience so of course)

(I figured out how to screen record! 😆)

#wakfu #wakfu season 3 #yumalia #yugo the eliatrope #wakfu yugo #wakfu amalia #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu elely #wakfu spoilers

[gojosnympho]

spring fling - j.yh

pairing: yunho x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, angst, non-idol!au

word count: 3.8k

content warnings: two smut scenes, strangers to lovers, alcohol consumption, reader is a little bold (queen), oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), protected and unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, public sex, light hair pulling (m and f receiving), marking (m and f receiving), dangerous driving practices, creampie, dirty talk

synopsis: you find the love of your life on spring break

inspired by this video i saw on twitter

author’s note: i saw this video and immediately thought of yunho and i had to write something for my boo! i hope y’all enjoy it! 🥰

the cancún heat was beating down on you whilst you laid in the sand. your friends were busy doing other things on the beach, some of them wading around in the clear, blue water of the ocean. the rest of them joined a volleyball game with a group of guys who also decided cancún was the best place for spring break. you could hear all the laughs from them while you enjoyed your time soaking up the sun. that was until you felt the sun being blocked by someone. you popped open your eyes to get a good look at whoever was interrupting your time. he was fine, whoever he was.

“you don’t wanna play?” he asked you, gesturing to the volleyball game his friends and your friends were engaged in.

“not really into sports.” you replied to him with a shrug.

“c’mon just one game?” he pleaded with you, using his charm to get what he wanted. it worked because you were standing to your feet and making your way over to the volleyball net. yunho watched as you walked ahead of him, following the shape of your body and the way it seemed to glisten under the blistering sun.

“do you even know how to play?” one of your friends asked you and you shrugged at them. you knew the basics: bump, set, spike. what more did you need to know?

you looked across the net to see how big the other players were compared to you and your friends. there’s no way in hell this was fair, but you played anyway. you tried your best to get the ball over the net and each time you failed. your opponents laughed at your sad attempts. you sucked at this, to be quite honest. your opponents weren’t playing fair either, spiking the ball onto your side of the net whenever they had the chance.

“that’s not fair!” you complained to the men on the other side of the net. “you guys are bigger than us!”

“or maybe you just suck, mamí.” one of them teased you, making you roll your eyes behind your shades.

the game continued, you and your girls lost terribly. your opponents cheered happily on the other side of the net. you returned to your spot in the sand to lay back down this time under the umbrella. you were all sweaty now and you wanted nothing more than to cool down. the fine boy who invited you to play came back over and sat next to you under the umbrella. you looked at him like he had two heads and he offered you a smile in return.

“need something?” you asked, sitting up like he was to try to make this situation less awkward than it already was.

“your name.”

“why?”

“so i can ask you out properly.”

“what if i said i wasn’t interested?”

“then i’d leave you alone.”

you took your sunglasses off of your face so you could get a good look at him and his face. “i’m ____.” you introduced yourself

“yunho.”

“so, yunho do you flirt with every girl you see or am i special?” you asked and he shook his head with a frown.

“you’re special, that’s why i wanna take you out.”

“which one of my friends put you up to this?”

“got damn, girl. you’re difficult.” yunho said shaking his head again. “nobody put me up to it. i just think you’re hot and i wanna take you out. so let me?”

“fine.” you agreed. “you can pick me up at my airbnb at seven. it’s the one at the end of the beach.” you told him pointing in the direction of it.

“i’ll be there.”

you found that you were oddly excited to go out with yunho tonight. you didn’t want to go at first, afraid that your friends would be upset you’d bailed on them. they encouraged you to go though, helped you pick out an outfit, and gave you ideas on how to do your makeup. yunho told you to dress casually, so you decided to just wear what you’ve been wearing this entire vacation, a bathing suit and some sort of cover up.

“don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” your friend told you when you slung your bag over your shoulder and slid on your sandals.

“so everything basically?”

“not too much.” she defended herself

you giggled at her before blowing her a kiss, “see you later.”

at seven on the dot, yunho was knocking on the door of your airbnb. you opened the door and shut it behind you, standing in front of the tall man in front of you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you looked so good in what you were wearing.

“where are we going?” you asked him, pulling him from his thoughts just before they turned from innocent to dirty.

“how about a drink?” he asked, sticking his hand out for you to take. you looked at it and then at him. you accepted the gesture, putting your smaller hand in his much larger one.

hand in hand you walked down the beach taking in the sounds happening around you; the spanish music that was playing out of many of the places you walked passed, the sound of people laughing, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. you made it to the bar that was on the end of the beach over looking the ocean. yunho helped you onto the tall barstool and then sat next to you.

you spoke first, “what do you usually get?”

“a beer. let me guess, you get one of those girly drinks?” he teased you, playfully booping your nose with his long index finger.

“a pina colada is not a girly drink.”

“that’s the girliest of them all.” he retorted, waving the bartender over. he ordered in spanish, something you definitely weren’t expecting. that somehow made him that much sexier. “didn’t think i knew spanish, huh?”

“i’ll admit. i’m impressed. don’t get a big head or nothing though.” you told him

“mean.”

you and yunho talked for what felt like hours while you drank. he told you about himself, where he was from, you learned he was from korea. he learned you were from the states. you told him about yourself. it was so easy to talk to him, it felt like you knew him forever. it sucked that once you left cancún you would probably never see him again. you tried not to think about that right now though. you were tipsy now after two drinks. yunho looked even sexier now than he did when you were sober.

“can i ask you a question?” you inquired and yunho nodded, finishing off the rest of his beer. “why’d you wanna take me out?”

“because i think you’re very pretty and i wanted to get to know you.” his answer sounded truthful and sincere.

“so you didn’t have any ulterior motives?”

“like what?”

“like… sex?”

yunho cleared his throat and sat up straight in his seat. he didn’t know if it was the alcohol (even though he had one beer) or the way you were looking at him, but he felt himself chubbing up in his pants. of course he wanted to have sex with you. that’s not the only reason he invited you out though and he told you as such.

“that’s not all i want from you.” yunho told you truthfully.

“so you admit you want some pussy?” you asked and the dirty word slipping past your lips made his dick jump. alcohol made everything so much easier to say.

yunho was never one to back down from a challenge though, “are you gonna give me some?”

“yes.”

yunho paid for the drinks and pulled you out of the bar with him. his hand was wrapped around your hand while he pulled you down the sandy pathway to what you were guessing was the hotel he and his friends were staying in. the elevator ride up to his floor was unbearably slow it felt like. your hands were all over each other, his lips were on yours placing bruising kisses on them. the ding of the elevator indicated you’d made it to his floor, you got off and yunho led you to his room. the key didn’t even make it all way into the slot before you were making out again. his free hand was kneading the fatty flesh of your ass while his tongue was shoved down your throat. it was filthy. he pulled away for just one second to actually get into the room. the door unlocked and he slammed it shut the moment you got inside.

“come fuck me.” you told him, plucking off your pieces of clothing one by one until you were bare and laid out on his big king sized bed. your legs were spread so he could see exactly what awaited him between your legs. yunho pulled his clothes off too and decided he wanted to eat you out first before he even thought about splitting you open.

he spread your legs even further and laid flat on his stomach while he flicked his tongue on your clit. you tugged on his hair while he slurped up everything your pussy dribbled out. you were a moaning mess, bucking your hips up in his face whenever something felt just a little too good. yunho used one of his long fingers and pushed it inside of you, his tongue and lips still working mercilessly on your clit. you pinched your nipples with the hand that wasn’t pulling on yunho’s inky black locks.

“that feels so good, yunho.” you praised him. you gasped when he slipped another one of his long fingers into your tight hole, he was making sure your pussy was prepped enough to take him. he pulled away from your pussy his face covered in your juices. he kept his fingers in you though and peppered kisses on the insides of your thighs.

“your moans are so pretty.” he told you. he pulled his fingers out of you and bought them to your lips for you to suck on. you took them in your mouth and sucked your juices off of them, your big eyes staring up at yunho as you did. he felt his dick twitch again and he didn’t think he could wait anymore. he needed to be inside of you. he leaned over to grab a condom and made a point to look you in the eye while he ripped the gold packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on his dick.

“lay on your side.” he demanded

you did as told. yunho laid behind you, also on his side. he grabbed your leg and gently raised it so he could rub his dick through your wet folds. he pushed in and both of you gasped. when yunho felt you adjusted to his size he started to rock into you. it was slow at first, probably because he was scared to be rough with you.

“harder please, yunho. you’re not gonna break me.” you told the man behind you who only grunted in response when his pace started to pick up. he was slamming inside of you now, his dick hitting the very bottom of your pussy whenever he pushed into you. his hips were hitting your ass so roughly all that could be heard were the sounds of clapping.

not satisfied with the position you were in anymore he pulled out of you and positioned you how he wanted, face down ass up. he pushed into you again and this time you were screaming when he started drilling into you. your cries were muffled by the pillow you buried your face in but yunho wasn’t having it. he grabbed the back of your neck and turned your head so that he could hear every sound that came from your throat.

“let me hear you baby, c’mon.” yunho said, slapping your ass and watching as it rippled under his touch.

“yunho! please don’t stop! please don’t stop!” you cried out and he chuckled at your desperate cries and the way your pussy was squeezing around his dick.

yunho took it a step further, he grabbed your long ginger braids and pulled you up. he wrapped his hand around your throat ever so delicately while pounded into you. this new angle had tears gathering in your lash line because you were sure you could feel every inch of the man inside of you. he bowed his head to suck hickeys into your shoulders and collarbones while you whimpered and cried. you were so close to cumming but you didn’t want the moment to end. you wanted to be like this with him forever.

“oh, baby. i feel you squeezing me.” he said, his deep voice in your ear, his warm breath dusting the shell of your ear. “cum all over this dick i know you want to.”

“yunho…” you whined and the man behind you chuckled at how light and airy your voice sounded.

“cum for me, baby. please?” he pleaded, peppering kisses all over the side of your face. “cum all over me, make a fucking mess.”

“yunho!” you cried his name out when the band in your belly snapped. you were cumming so hard that your legs were shaking and you were panting. yunho held your body upright so that you wouldn’t fall in the heat of your orgasm. you could feel the way he was pulsing inside of you after you finally came down from your orgasm.

he thrusted into you one, two, three more times until he was pulling out of you, pulling off the condom and cumming all over the small of your smooth brown back. he calmed himself and laid you gently on the bed, he cleaned your back off with a towel and then laid next to you in bed.

“how do you feel?” he asked you

“like i just got fucked really good.” you told him a giggle following after.

“i’m glad i could be of service.” he told you and then placed a kiss on your cheek.

for the rest of the week, there wasn’t a day you weren’t seeing yunho and there wasn’t a day he wasn’t fucking you into his mattress. by the end of the week your skin was littered in hickeys and so was his. unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. it was your last day in cancún which meant you had to face the truth you’d been swallowing whenever you ended up in yunho’s bed; you were probably never going to see him again. it hurt you to think about. he was more than just a spring break fling. because it was your last day you and yunho decided to spend your final moments together. he rented a car and all day you went sightseeing, taking pictures at every place you stopped. you’d never forget him if you had pictures to remember him by.

“i am so happy i met you, ____.” yunho told you, kissing the back of your hand while he drove down the street in the all red convertible he rented for today. you felt a pang of sadness shoot through your heart however you brushed it off with a smile.

his hand was on your thigh now. he looked so beautiful underneath the sun, his tan skin and his soft features. you couldn’t keep your eyes or your hands for that matter off of him. you leaned over the console and began to pepper kisses on his jawline that already had a purple mark that you left there last night. yunho who was trying to stay focused on the road tried to wave you off but you weren’t budging. you were probably never gonna see him again you might as well enjoy the little bit of time you have left with him.

“what are you doing?”

“kissing you.” you said

you leaned over even more until you were almost completely sat on his lap. yunho decided to play along, his hand that was resting on your thigh now going to grip the fat of your ass through your jean shorts. you still kissed his neck, your soft lips and your teeth making him hard already. you looked to see if the road ahead of you was clear before you climbed all the way in his lap, blocking his view. yes it was dangerous and no you didn’t give a fuck. whenever he tried to peer behind you, you blocked his view.

“oooh we’re gonna crash, yunnie. what are you gonna do?” you asked him. you giggled and finally nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck and you stayed like that the whole time he drove.

you ended up at a secluded beach, he parked the car on a cliff that had the prettiest view of the ocean and the now setting sun. you were still sitting on his lap while he rubbed up and down your bare back.

“am i ever gonna see you again?” you asked him, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. he noticed the way your eyes glossed over and you were about to cry.

“baby…” yunho trailed and he wiped the tear that slid down your cheek with his thumb. “of course you will.”

“you promise?”

“did you think i was kidding when i said i liked you?”

you shook your head and dropped it to rest on his shoulder again, “so you wanna keep in touch?”

“yes and i’ll visit you and you’ll visit me. we’ll make it work, okay?”

“you promise?” you repeated, voice cracking and yunho hugged your body as tight as he could in his strong arms to offer you any comfort he could.

“i promise. now stop crying before you make me cry.” he told you, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “say ‘we’re gonna make it work.’”

“we’re gonna make it work.” you repeated after him

“that’s my girl. now i don’t want our last day together for awhile to be sad. so what do you wanna do?”

“i want you to fuck me goodbye.” you told him

yunho squeezed your hips in his large hands when he felt you grind down on his half hard dick. he’d been trying to keep his composure since you pulled your little stunt earlier while he was driving.

“anything for you, princess.”

you ended up on the hood of the red convertible, your jean shorts thrown somewhere on the ground and your skimpy little bikini top was pulled down while yunho sucked on your breasts. he gave you even more hickeys, something else to remember him by. he kissed and licked all over your body not letting a single inch go untouched. he pulled your bikini bottoms off as well and moaned when he saw how wet you were for him.

“are you on birth control?” yunho asked you when he eased one of his fingers into your soaked pussy. you bit your lip at the welcomed intrusion and nodded at his question.

“yes,” you answered verbally in case he didn’t see you nod your head the first time. “why?”

“i wanna cum inside you this time. if you don’t want to i still brought a condom but—.”

you cut him off, “do it. i wanna feel you.”

“you sure?” he asked you, ever so so slowly pushing another finger inside your hole and you nodded at him sucking in a breath when he curled his digits inside of you and started to massage your g-spot.

“yunho, i want you inside of me right now. please.” you begged him. you didn’t need to be prepped as wet and as eager you were right now.

yunho pulled his fingers from your cunt and licked the juices off, moaning at the taste of your pussy. he pulled his bottoms down and ran his mushroom tip through your folds to collect your arousal and pushed inside. feeling him inside of you raw was a whole different experience. you could feel every ridge and vein on his dick and simultaneously yunho could feel just how warm, wet, and tight you were. he started a steady pace, his hands keeping your body in place.

“you’re crazy if you think i’d leave you and this pussy.”

“yunho, please.” you begged him again not even sure what you were asking for but somehow he knew. he started fucking you harder, the car rocking back and forth underneath your body. “yes! right there!”

“this pussy is so good. you’re so fucking tight.” yunho said to you through gritted teeth. he pushed your legs up and watched as his dick disappeared inside of you and came back out with a white ring of cream around the base. “that’s so fucking hot. you’re creaming all over me baby.”

“you just feel so good, yunnie. so so so good.” you mumbled. he fucked you so good every time that you couldn’t even think straight.

yunho smiled down at you and brought his lips to yours to kiss you. it was so passionate and so messy and you loved it. you think you loved him. his lips were on yours while he kept bucking his hips into you. you were gasping and moaning into his mouth. he kissed down your neck and sucked hickeys into your neck while he fucked you. you moaned, bringing your hand up to card through his hair.

“i’m gonna cum in this pussy.” yunho growled in your ear. “and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl.”

“cum in me, yunho. i wanna feel it.”

he came inside of you so deep that you could feel each hot spurt of his cum as it came out. the foreign feeling of having somebody finish inside of you had your orgasm coming closer. yunho kept rocking his hips into you, fucking his cum deeper and deeper until you were cumming too with a long moan. you caught your breaths and yunho kissed you again before pulling out of you.

“we can never have sex with a condom again.” yunho said, grabbing your arm to help you sit up on the hood of his car. his cum started to seep out of your hole and you both watched in awe as the creamy seed formed a small puddle on the hood of the car. “that’s so hot.”

“do you have anything to clean me up with?”

he kneeled between your legs and slurped up the mess he and you made much to your sensitive pussy’s dismay. you were whining and crying trying to push him away but he didn’t stop until everything was clean. he came back up to kiss you so you could taste both of your cum on his tongue.

“i love you.” he said when he pulled back

without skipping a beat, “i love you too.”

#ten writes 🧚🏾‍♀️ #kpop x black reader #ateez x black reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #jeong yunho smut #yunho smut #yunho x black reader #jeong yunho x black reader #yunho x reader #jeong yunho x reader #jyh smut

[kess-in-the-perthchimzone]

In defense of Dangerous Romance

I am genuinely so confused by like 80% of the criticism I have been seeing of Dangerous Romance and since it increasingly has moments it drowns the tag, I felt compelled to take some time to put thoughts to paper in defense of the show. Obviously there is always going to be an extent to which a piece of media just doesn’t work for someone personally, which is totally fine! For example, I will never be obsessed with OF no matter how much I enjoy seeing the gifs on Saturdays, because at my heart I’m a big ole romantic sap and it is REAL MESSY (affectionate).

But there are two things I really don’t understand I’ve seen said about DR —

Feedback about the overall tone of the show — specifically that it wasn’t as dark as expected or that the bully scenes weren’t more dragged out. And the reason this one confuses me is because I feel like people just made up this expectation in their minds?? There were TWO trailers and TWO (now three) music videos about Dangerous Romance and they are absolutely chock full of two boys being obsessed with spending time with each other — smiling at each other, giving each other cheek kisses, holding hands, etc. Did people not watch those? It’s not really fair to say that a show isn’t what you thought it would be when the show pretty accurately so far told you exactly what it would be.

Complaints about the B plot being prioritized right now. Let me explain this one a bit. To use a very familiar example, there’s been a lot of discussion this week comparing Bad Buddy and DR. Bad Buddy had two major plot points: the conflict with the friends, which was prioritized in the first half of the show, because it was lighter and more prone to shenanigans; and then the conflict with the families, which ripped our fucking hearts out.

Right now, Kang is yes, getting a little more development (the B plot). But here’s the thing — he had to develop for Sailom to be able to be with him. He had to start growing and changing as a person for that to be possible. And at the end of the day we are watching a BL — where the end goal is for the two main characters (because there are two) to end up together.

I also find some of the criticism of Kang’s storyline to be inadvertently condescending towards Sailom. Because while the show has Kang saving Sailom repeatedly via external actions (primarily getting him money), Sailom is also doing the same to Kang. But his saving is internal, so less visible. Kang would have continued to drown in his own misery and anger and cruelty if weren’t for all of Sailom’s interventions. To me, Sailom is the hero in Kang’s story.

It seems pretty undeniable to me that Sailom’s story is going to become the significant focus in the back half of the show. Going back to the trailers, we know we’re going to see Saifah get arrested, Sailom returning to escorting, and Sailom getting held hostage (not sure this is quite the right word) just to name a few.

All of these are focused on Sailom. All of them are either directly tied to his poverty or will have repercussions on his financial situation. Yes, Kang is present for many of these moments that we’ve seen, but he is the second love interest in the show?? So I would be pretty freaking disappointed if he wasn’t.

If at the end of these 12 episodes all that happened is Kang played the rescuer over and over, then becoming Sailom’s sugar daddy, I will join people in critiquing the plot. But I’m willing to be patient because I believe they are going somewhere and I think it’s going to lead to a beautiful payoff.

But right now, as fun as it is as a plot device, DR is showing us pretty clearly that the way Sailom is financially dependent on Kang’s family is NOT healthy for them long-term, despite the ways has allowed them to bond and develop feelings (exhibit #1: Sailom having to ask permission to go home to sleep the night Kang rejected his confession). What will matter is if Dangerous Romance will allow them to meet on equal footing at the end - to not have Sailom be reliant on Kang, but instead be a more equal partner (who can still be allowed to occasionally enjoy what Kang might want to give him).

This is (hopefully) ultimately a love story about two people from very different backgrounds who will make things work despite all odds and I, for one, am so excited to be on this ride.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #meta meta meta #kess babbles about dangerous romance

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

I ask my dictionary the definition of “cute”

(Idia Shroud x Reader, Reader’s world AU)

(hello, this is a self indulgent thing that i’ve been thinking abt writing for a while now. sorry if the reader’s reactions don’t fit with you tho :[ also if u could guess the movie then that would be cool too :D)

It’s been two months.

Two months since you came back to your home world…with someone else. Ignihyde’s housewarden, Idia Shroud.

He never thought he’d jump in and reach for you like some hero, but here he is now, in your room. It took some time to adapt to all of this, but you were still able to provide for him so it wasn’t too bad for just two months. While there are some bad things to coming here, like not seeing Ortho or sacrificing his daily streak in his video games, there are some good things about it too. He helps you around the house while you’re away, you keep him company and show him some of your world’s media. To him, nothing beats Precipice Moirai or Star Rogue, but he will admit that he did enjoy some of the things you show to him.

Today, you both had a day of free time so you decided spend some time with your reclusive roommate. You walk to the basement and knock on his door. No answer. You open the door and find him tampering with something. You have no idea how he managed to get the materials, but you already know he’s always full of mysteries.

“Idia.” You called out, you see his head perk up. “Hm, what do you want?” He mutters as you walk to his desk. “I was just wonderi-“ you pause as you recognize what was on his desk. “Wait… Are you disassembling my old console?!” You look at him with worry as he keeps a nonchalant expression. “Relax, I’ll put everything back together afterwards.”

You sigh, “Fine, I trust you. But you owe me if you break anything. I still have some games there I like to play from time to time…” You’re usually the one who makes money here, but you’re sure he’ll manage if he does actually do some damage.

“Okay, deal. So, what were you gonna say before you saw your console tragically torn apart by your isekai’d roommate?” Idia remarked. Back to the intended topic, you explain why you’re here.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie together today.”

“What kind of movie?”

“It’s probably not much, but I’ve been wanting to watch it with you.” Idia looks at you curiously, “You don’t want me to put your console back together?”

“You can do it afterwards.”

Idia then lifts himself out of his seat and follows you upstairs to your room.

You both lay on your bed, searching on your TV for the movie you wanted to watch. Afterwards, you click on what looks like a romance anime with soft yet lively visuals. Idia had seen some of the romance anime content here, but he wasn’t so into it compared to the action or sci-fi genre.

“A romance movie?” He asks. You nod, “Again, it’s not much, but it’s one of my favorites.”

“Oh boy, I wonder how I’d feel about your taste in movies after this. Fui-hi-hi…” You puff your cheeks and bump his arm in response before playing the movie.

The visuals were sweet, yet energetic. The characters had familiar tropes, yet they have a little bit of uniqueness to them that fits the plot wonderfully. Idia even finds himself somewhat relating to the main character who’s a shy boy that likes to tune out the world with his headphones.

It was nice and warm, but he thought there were better anime films out here. Though, seeing your smile, filled with nostalgia and softness, didn’t seem like a terrible bonus…

After a while, the confession scene came in. The shy boy yelling out a heartfelt poem to who was his dear friend and the one who stole his heart. Idia looks over to you and finds a few tears flowing out of your eyes. While he didn’t think it’d be enough to make him cry, he did thought it was a special confession. It was enough to paint a small smile to his face. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to do what the main character did though… wait, who would he even confess to in the first place..? No, he couldn’t, could he?

The end credits rolled and he spoke up, “Umm, you okay?” You wipe your tears, “Yeah, don’t worry. I cried the first time I watched this too. Did you like the movie?”

Idia shrugged “It’s was alright.”

“Good enough.” You added.

You pause for a moment, “Hmm, if you get my console fixed up, do you wanna play a game with me? I have an extra controller for you… and you can pick the game this time.”

Idia accepts your offer with a soft smile.

#rin’s writings >—❥ #idia shroud #idia shroud twst #idia shroud x reader #twst idia #idia x mc #idia x reader #idia shroud twisted wonderland

[chaifootsteps]

Welp, Chai, I rewatched the entire Hazbin Hotel pilot on the night of the 18th. It's been well over a year since I even watched it. Now onto my thoughts...

The Good 😊

The Animation: I know a lot of us complained about Viv's style of animation. But compared to the current HH animation style, it's a lot more pleasing in my eyes. I especially love the smear frames in the pilot (often referred to as "cursed images") as they really make the animation very dynamic.

The Voice Acting: I still absolutely adored the voice acting in the Hazbin Hotel pilot. Jill, Monica, Michael, Edward, Mick, etc. really brought their A-Game and really brought these characters to life. Frankly, I should've been way more upset when they were replaced back in December 2021.

Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow: Man, I have forgotten how much of a banger this song is. I don't know how to describe the genre/genres of this song, but I view it as a strange yet effective mixture of a piano ballad, pop rock, and speed metal. I actually headbanged pretty hard during the song, something I can't say about the new Hazbin songs.

Vaggie: Still love that little grey moth sinner with an unfortunate name. I view her as the most rational (if not the only rational) character in HH. I still enjoy the scene where she explains to Angel Dust the legend of Alastor, very reminiscent of a Hey Arnold urban legend scene.

The One Scene between Angel Dust and Alastor: I don't know why, but the scene where Angel Dust offers a dick sucking to Alastor and then Alastor bluntly rejected him still makes me chuckle to this day. That's probably the only sex related joke I laughed at in my recent rewatch.

The Bad 😡

Seeing Red: This is a complaint nearly all of us had with the pilot: Too... much... RED! I don't know why didn't bother me years ago, yet it bothers me now. Granted, compared to the current series, the pilot has a little more variety of colors, even though it's still red dominated.

The Humor: Unfortunately, aside from the Angel/Alastor exchange, a lot of the jokes in HH fell flat with me during my recent rewatch. It just makes me wonder how I thought HH was funny back then. Maybe Viv's rose-tinted fog really clouded my judgement.

Vaggie's Treatment: One thing I still dislike about the pilot, even back when I was a fan, was how Vaggie was treated. Despite being the most/only rational character, Vaggie was treated quite poorly. From being ignored by Charlie, to being insulted by Angel, to being slapped in the ass by Alastor. *sigh* Why do cartoons have to torture characters with a hint of rationality?!

Too Many Characters, Not Enough Time: Not sure if this is nitpicky or not, but I feel the pilot "introduced" far too many characters in a 30-minute video. Yeah, I put quotes around "introduced" as many of them got only a few seconds of screen-time or were only there in portraits. Even "main" characters like Husk and Niffty got the short end of the stick in terms of screen-time. It also took me long to realize that Viv really favors her male characters over her female ones. Female led show, my ass!

The Ugly 🤢

The Wasted Potential: This is the only ugly thing, but the wasted potential of HH is so ugly that the Ugly Barnacle would die. Under Viv's rose-tinted fog, I foolishly grew emotionally attached and had high hopes for this show. Unfortunately, thanks to Vivienne Medrano's micro zepto-management, she pissed all the great potential away. *sigh* It could've been great... 😔

Well, that was a load-off. Now I feel like I've made some closure. 😇

-Metallica Anon 🤘

Thank you for reminding me just how Gerald Urban Tale-esque Vaggie's Alastor exposition was...between that and the constant little sound effects, the whole thing felt like a Nicktoon, and I know that's part of what I loved about it.

This was a bittersweet walk down memory lane just reading it, but I'm glad you got your closure, Metallica Anon. It really could have been so great.

#Anonymous #Metallica Anon #Hazbin Hotel critical #viv stuff #Hazbin Hotel #actual blog post

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Luolan Date (Eng Translation)

“It appears I’ve already found the rose from the legend, one that will never wither.”

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 楼兰之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

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[Anika's Notes]: tbh ig the VAs were told to soften their voice 10x than usual for this event LOL. The amount of nonverbal sounds—— 😩 also, since Tumblr wants to reduce my workload LOL and won’t allow more than 30 pics, PLS DO WATCH the video for the god-tier voice acting, new bgs, the bgms and sprite alterations too~💕

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【Chapter 1】

Victor: If you keep crying for any longer, your eyes might become swollen.

MC: [sobbing]  The ending was simply too unfair. Who can resist crying…

Through the hazy veil of tears, I see the lights in the living room flicker on.

The time-traveling drama I’ve been following all summer aired its series finale tonight. Victor even joined me in watching the web series together after getting off work.

We were chatting about the storyline just fine, until the final scene when my tears began streaming down uncontrollably––

Upon returning to the present day, the heroine enters Luolan once again, only to discover that the once prosperous city has eroded into the long river of time.

But the rose that the Prince of Luolan had carved outside the palace walls still blossoms on the crumbling ruins, quietly awaiting her for a thousand years.

Victor places a towel, radiating warm steam, over my eyes, gradually soothing my emotions.

MC: Don’t you find it beautiful?

Victor: Carving a rose into a stone is quite romantic. I can understand why you like it.

MC: I see absolutely no hint of being moved on your face…

He slightly furrows his brows in response to what sounded like an odd statement to him.

Victor: You’re not expecting us both to cuddle up and cry our eyes off, are you?

A rather peculiar image flashes through my mind, and I can’t help but burst into laughter.

Victor: Crying one moment and laughing the next. Your emotions are truly fickle.

MC: Precisely. Compared with my vivid and overt emotional display, this audience member’s emotions are too composed.

Victor: The selling point of all time-travel dramas mostly revolves around the theme that love can transcend time and space, with endings that can either be joyful or sorrowful.

Victor: This ending was predictable.

MC: But this series is adapted from the legend of the last prince of Loulan!

MC: Additionally, in the last century, a foreign explorer claimed to have seen flower-shaped carved patterns on the stone tiles at the Luolan ruins.

Victor listens quietly, then turns his gaze to me after a brief pause.

Victor: So, is this why you want to visit the Loulan ruins?

MC: Well, it’s not the sole reason. The legend of Luolan’s overnight disappearance has been widely known as a mystical tale. I was originally–– hang on, how did you know I wanted to go there?

The answer to my question is a document he hands to me. Upon closer look, I realize it’s actually the official permit granting access to enter the Luolan ruins.

MC: Why do you have this document too?

Victor: …dummy, it’s yours. Could they have sent it to the wrong person?

I flip through a few pages, and sure enough, find my full name written in the applicant’s box.

MC: I had just woken up when I filled in the address… I guess I subconsciously thought it would be safer to have it sent to you?

Victor: Sweet talker.

He raps my head.

Victor: But I heard that it’s no longer open for public visits.

MC: Yes, indeed~ Currently, only teams on scientific expeditions or those with permits are allowed in.

MC: The conditions for obtaining the permit are so incredibly stringent. I even tried leveraging all my connections, but still couldn’t succeed!

Hearing my words, he gives me a sidelong glance but doesn’t interrupt my unceasing torrent of complacent monologue.

MC: Luckily, I was able to negotiate a documentary collaboration with the local government and received an invitation for sightseeing~ I even signed multiple agreements to protect cultural relics.

Victor: No wonder a certain dummy’s tail is raised high into the sky; it indeed was no easy feat. However––

Victor: [sulking] You just said you had leveraged all your connections. How come I don’t remember myself being among those connections you leveraged?

MC: Because this was meant to be my Qixi Festival surprise for you…

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【Chapter 2】

Victor: Is this abrupt emergency break also a part of the surprise?

He pinches up the coffee-spattered shirt clinging to his body and stares at me sitting in the driver’s seat, lost for words.

MC: That pit just now was really too tricky…!

Just a few short hours ago, we landed at Luolan Airport. However, upon arrival, we were informed by the airline that our checked luggage had been delayed in the transit city and wouldn’t be delivered until two days later.

To avoid delaying our itinerary, we agreed to deal with the matter of collecting them on our way back. With that settled, I confidently got into the driver’s seat of the RV, and alongside Victor, embarked on a self-driven journey into the desert.

Yet, as expected, things aren’t as uncomplicated as I initially thought.

Looking at his shirt– practically soaked through and with coffee still dripping from it– I promptly grab some tissues and wipe it off for him.

The next second, my gaze suddenly falls upon the carry-on suitcase on the luggage rack. My eyes light up, leading me to pause in my actions.

MC: Why not take it off and wash it immediately? Although, while waiting for the clothes to dry, it seems like you’ll have to either be completely naked––

Unsurprisingly, as I deliberately prolong the final note, his reaction of furrowing his brows is true to my expectations.

MC: Or you could wear the couple’s outfit I packed inside the carry-on luggage for taking photos~

Victor: It seems like occasionally; one can still count on––

However, as soon as I take out two sets of lavish Western Region attire, his voice ceases to be heard.

The gold-plated ornaments chime with a delicate tinkling sound, aggravating the crease between his brows.

Victor: What are these?

MC: Compared to my dancer’s attire, yours is actually a collaboration with the museum, an exact 1:1 replica of the half-sleeved garment worn by the Prince of Loulan back in the day~

Victor: So?

Seeing that he is unmoved, I extend my hand and point to the sign denoting the “uninhabited area” by the roadside.

MC: There’s no place to purchase clothes around here. If you don’t change soon, that coffee stain won’t come off. And then, regardless of what outfit you wear on the return trip, it’ll end up on the news––

MC: 《The CEO of LFG’s Grand Cosplay Elevates Airport Fashion》 or 《The CEO of LFG Spotted in Stained Shirt - Speculations of Bankruptcy》. Your choice?

After quite a while, he compromises with a sigh, taking the clothes from me and walking towards the bathroom at the back of the RV.

Not long after, the sound of water seems to quiet down. In anticipation, I turn my head––

The soft crimson robe barely conceals the glimpses of sculpted and muscular contours underneath, complemented by intricate gold ornaments that adorn him with an air of regal nobility and grace.

Faced with my unblinking gaze fixated on him, he displays a somewhat unnatural expression, which is rarely seen on his face.

Victor: Why aren’t you changing?

MC: [still busy gaping]  What?

Victor: Why am I the only one wearing the couple’s outfit?

MC: Okay, okay, I’ll “accompany” you.

Watching the awkward expression on his face, I can’t contain my laughter and let out a chuckle. Just before his gaze can shoot my way, I hurriedly grab my attire and head to the bathroom.

The desert weather is always fluctuating and unpredictable. Right after I finish changing my clothes, I notice a sudden sandstorm brewing outside the window.

Seemingly catching a sound, his gaze lingers on me for a brief moment, and an almost imperceptible tenderness crests on the arches of his brows.

With the scope visibility diminished, Victor assumes control of the steering wheel, deftly maintaining a steady distance from the swirling sand and wind.

After who knows how long, we finally spot a single-story house coming into view at the end of the yellow sand. Brimming with excitement, I tap the navigation icon to zoom in and get a closer look.

MC: It’s the cultural relics preservation station!

—

Initially, our intention was only to charge the RV. But with the yellow sand swirling around, we find ourselves invited by the stationed personnel, Maizi, to come inside and rest for a bit.

Just as we step inside, a dense mass of sand and stones outside the window surges forward, closing in rapidly.

The sandstorm has begun.

Thoughts of how an entire kingdom was once buried under this very sand spring to mind, and an instinctive fear begins to loom large within me.

The delicate brick house trembles subtly amidst the raging wind, and at this moment, a crisp sound resounds in my ears.

Several pairs of shimmering gold-plated earrings illuminate my dusky field of view. Taking note of my reaction, Maizi places them in front of me.

Maizi: Don’t be scared. Here, we’ve been wearing these kinds of earrings since childhood. They’re like protective charms for children in the desert.

As Maizi speaks, she turns slightly and shows me her earrings. The luster has dimmed a touch, suggesting she’s been wearing them for a long time.

Maizi: These are the ones I made for my kids. If you don’t mind, would you guys like to choose two pairs?

MC: Thank you, but it’s alright.

With a hint of bashfulness, I gesture with my hand and point at Victor’s ears.

MC: Besides, my boyfriend doesn’t have ear piercings.

Maizi: It’s no problem. My eldest son doesn’t have ear piercings either.

With a smile, Maizi offers me a pair of clip-on earrings.

Maizi: Consider them as a wish for your safety and well-being. Take them.

—

As the sandstorm eases up, not wanting to impose any longer, we say our goodbyes and ultimately accept the two pairs of earrings before returning to the RV.

Perhaps due to how terrifyingly unnerving the sandstorm was, Victor doesn’t refuse when I offer to help him wear the clip-on earrings after he’s put the earrings on me.

I take up the clip-on earring and carefully trace my finger over his earlobe to figure out its placement. However, after spending a good amount of time, I still don’t find the ideal position I’m entirely satisfied with.

Victor: Still not done?

MC: Have a little patience. I don’t seem to recall rushing you when you gifted me earrings for the first time~

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[Tidbits]: AHHH YESSS the call back to their first “kiss” kiss date– “Dazzling Date” 🥺

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At long last, I find the right spot and fasten the clip. Following this, I can’t help myself and imitate the past actions in my memories, gently cradling his face and leaning in to take a closer look.

The glistening golden pieces dance softly. However, in the next second, a subtle blush at the corner of his eyes captures my attention.

Seeing this, I mischievously continue leaning closer and closer to him. As I catch a momentary hitch in his steady breathing, I deliberately reach out to stroke his earlobe.

MC: Oh gosh, could you be allergic to metal? The corners of your eyes have turned red. Maybe I should take them off…

Before the words fully leave my mouth, I find myself abruptly pulled into his arms.

Victor: They’re on just fine, don’t mess with them.

His arms tighten around me a little more, and I obediently nestle into his embrace, letting the cocoon of safety enfold me.

The swirling underlying tension caused by the dreadful weather finally dissipates, akin to feathers drifting in the air. As drowsiness slowly sweeps over me, I register the sound of my last question being put into words.

MC: Victor, what if we can’t find the remains? What should we do then?

Victor: If we don’t find them this time, we will come back next time.

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【Chapter 3】

[Anika’s Notes]: While I’ll talk about this later, just wanted to say— that the way we get a mere glimpse into how extreme level of PTSD this man has given MC from the main story like— I’m counting fingers for the number of times she got nightmares when he isn’t next to her— (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

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A man sits in solitude beneath the palace walls, gazing towards the east for a long, long time.

He has probably repeated the act of carving a million times before. It seems as if the carving knife in his hand has a soul of its own now, each stroke finding its mark with precision, etching deep scars.

Fresh blood trickles down along the blade’s edge, staining the rose with a blood-red hue. Yet, he appears unresponsive to the pain, persistently carving stroke after stroke.

Only when the red headscarf is lifted by the wind does a familiar face emerge before my eyes.

MC: Victor!

I reach out in a panic to touch him, but a sudden onslaught of sand and wind surges forth, engulfing him in the blink of an eye.

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Startled awake from the nightmare, I instinctively reach my hand to my side, only to find nothing but an empty space.

Victor is not in the car.

Amidst the boundless silence, a distant chime of camel bells suddenly reaches me. Compelled by the sound, I push open the car door––

The sandstorm has ceased at some point, revealing a sky that’s now crystal clear and brilliantly bright.

The curtain of dusk hangs low, but the luminous moon has already ascended in the vault of the heavens, radiating its brilliance alongside the sun.

Among the endless sand dunes, Victor, attired in exquisite garments, guides a pure white camel through the terrain, advancing his way through the light.

Stretching behind him, across the infinite expanse of Lop Desert, stands several silent, solitary, and enigmatic remnants of ancient civilizations.

The breeze dances by, causing his knuckles to gently clasp the upper garment brushing against his grave and stern visage, setting the accessories on his splendid attire to chime with delicate, tinkling sounds.

Perhaps dazzled by the light, he squints his slender eyes and immediately spots my presence. He appears slightly taken aback, but then quickens his stride as he approaches my direction.

In the boundless landscape, with each step he takes toward me, I feel as if he is crossing through a thousand years to reach me.

The scene from the dream resurfaces in my mind once again, and before I can even fully comprehend it, I’m already sprinting toward him with large strides.

I practically crash into his arms.

Victor: [breathes sharply]  Running so fast––

Seeing that I’m breathless and staring fixedly at him without even blinking my eyes, he freezes for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, he envelops me in his arms.

Victor: The Luolan ruins we are heading to are in that direction. We can’t drive there, so I borrowed a camel from Maizi for transportation. 

Victor: It was released to wander in the desert, and I needed to go and guide it back myself. You seemed to be sleeping so soundly, so I didn’t wake you up.

His words are extremely slowed, spoken one at a time. Listening to him, rather than an explanation, it sounds more like he is comforting me.

MC: You weren’t here just now and… I had this strange dream.

With his questioning eyes upon me, I feel compelled to respond honestly.

MC: I dreamt that you turned into the Prince of Loulan and were swept away by the sand...

Victor: [sighs with infinite indulgence and helplessness]  …

MC: You find this amusing?

Hearing my grumbling, he finally can’t hold back a muffled chuckle, drawing his arms around me a little tighter.

Victor: Have you confirmed it now?  – that I haven’t been swept away by the sand?

MC: Who knows, maybe you had gotten swept away! And it was this camel that rescued you and brought you back.

I huff angrily and bicker with him, effectively dispelling the uneasiness that the nightmare had triggered.

However, the camel seems to have caught on something, suddenly swaying its head and coming closer to me.

Momentarily taken aback, I then laugh in spite of myself and reach out to pat it. This gesture seems to act as a signal of some sort, prompting it to obediently lower itself to the ground.

MC: Huh, could it be that I have a natural talent for taming camels?

Victor: It’s more likely a stroke of luck.

As he speaks, he nimbly mounts the camel’s saddle and reaches out to hug me, lifting me up onto it alongside him.

The camel stands up in due course and suddenly leaps into the air, prompting me to let out a subconscious cry of exclamation.

MC: Whoa!

Victor: Hold onto me firmly and sit tight.

After he tugs on the reins, the camel pivots to change its direction and heads toward the ruins.

Probably due to Victor’s presence, I swiftly adapt to the bumpy ride. I even begin swaying my ornaments to create a pleasant sound, echoing in harmony with the camel’s bells.

MC: I feel like I’m a dancer being offered to the Prince of Luolan~

Victor: How come I’m not aware of any dynasty where a prince would rush out of the palace to welcome a dancer?

His teasing leaves me momentarily dumbfounded. It takes me quite a while before I open my mouth to speak, unwilling to resign myself.

MC: I never said the Prince of Luolan is you.

For an instant, Victor seems to stiffen up. When he speaks again, his tone takes on a slight rigidity.

Victor: [sulking] Who is he, then?

MC: …that’s not the important point!

MC: The important point is that you’re the Mr. Husband of my dreams– whom I’ve long set my heart on, and now you’re stealing me away to elope.

Victor: Childish.

A gentle tap lands on my head, and as I tilt my head up, I find myself ensnared by the light of his tender eyes.

MC: You clearly look really happy~

He doesn’t banter any further and only gives a tug on the reins, prompting the camel’s steps to become a bit brisker.

Receding into the distance amid the boundless expanse swept by the northern breeze, the glory and decline, the prosperity and withering of ancient Luolan have long frozen into eternal slumber.

MC: How wonderful!

Victor: What’s got you so moved again?

MC: The weather has cleared, which is wonderful. We’re heading to the ruins without any hiccups, which is also wonderful. But the most wonderful thing is having you by my side, chatting about all sorts of nonsense.

MC: No matter what, everything is wonderful as long as Victor is around.

The jingling tinkle of camel bells accompanies his gentle laughter close to my ears.

Victor: It’s only possible with a certain dummy around.

As the outlines of the ruins become distinct, I turn my head back in exhilaration.

MC: Even if I have to turn this place upside down, I’ll find that stone-carved rose!

His gaze lingers briefly on my arms waving around in excitement, and then he arches an eyebrow.

Victor: It appears crucial for me to remind you that you signed agreements for the preservation of cultural relics. If you do turn this place upside down––

Victor: I won’t be able to save you, even if I were to sell LFG.

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【Chapter 4】

MC: …it’s all completely weathered away.

As I look at the historical ruins of the ancient kingdom before my eyes, which have gradually been devoured into nothingness by the endless expanse of yellow sand, I can’t resist pouting my lips.

MC: Locating the ruins of the imperial palace itself is akin to a far-fetched tale, let alone finding the stone-carved rose.

Victor: Why are you so hung up on that legend?

MC: Just a bit of anticipation, you know. After all, you see, If I were in that position, I’d surely leave behind some traces for you.

MC: The speculation is that the woman in the tales possessed an Evol similar to yours, which led her to go there. But, due to certain factors, she had no choice but to leave.

Victor: It won’t be the same.

He softly counters my statement, his gaze filled with seriousness.

MC: Hm?

Victor: With me, those factors you mentioned won’t come into existence.

A warm and fuzzy feeling suddenly envelopes my heart. I grin, drawing closer to him.

MC: Guess there’s no way around it. It seems I have no choice but to concede that the legend is, indeed, bogus.

He pauses for a moment, and his lips twitch. But in the end, he doesn’t say anything. Soon, a glimmer of a smile sparkles in his eyes, and immediately after, he tightly clasps my hand.

—

While I’m still in the midst of my puzzlement, a sudden glaring sunlight makes me reflexively squint my eyes. And then, a hot and humid breeze, carrying an exotic fragrance, hits me in the next moment.

After struggling to open my eyes, I curiously peer in the direction of the light, only to find myself frozen right where I’m standing––

Before my eyes lay a quaint-style courtyard adorned with fragrant blossoms. A flowing river winds its way through, its glistening waves reflecting in the sunlight with water that is clear and pristine, hosting schools of fish swimming within.

Compared to me who is filled with utter incredulity, Victor’s expression remains unchanged as if the current sight before us holds no element of astonishment for him.

Could this be a mirage? Puzzled, I gingerly brush the river’s water with the tips of my toes. The cool sensation of the flowing stream leaves me bewildered, prompting me to lift my gaze to the person next to me.

MC: Victor, am I dreaming again?

Victor: Just earlier, didn’t a certain someone say that she wanted me to take her away to elope?

He smiles as he looks at me, and in his eyes, the magnificent beauty and grand scenery of an ancient landscape are reflected.

The lofty dome of the circular palace hall is embellished with ceramic glazed tiles on its overhanging eaves, each detail unmistakably declaring the opulent and prestigious nature of this place.

Atop the roof stands a wooden pagoda reminiscent of those unique to ancient Luolan, and a lush canopy of greenery veils the gray-red palace walls I’ve seen in the drama.

A somewhat daring conjecture surfaces in my mind.

MC: This wouldn’t be the Imperial Palace of Luolan, is it?

Seeing the originator of all this noncommittally raise an eyebrow, I feel my heart tighten and rush to examine him thoroughly, circling around him.

MC: [anxiously, PTSD x2]  A-are you feeling any discomfort?

Victor: [?? laughs helplessly. *screams* DO YOU SEE HOW BADLY YOU GAVE HER AND US MAIN STORY PTSD––] Dummy. I’m not that fragile.

Victor: As long as we manage to sidestep the butterfly effect and avoid impacting the course of history––

Probably noticing that I’m tensely staring into his eyes again, he slips my restless hand into his palm and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Victor: Don’t be so anxious. There won’t be anyone else here for the time being.

Hearing him say this, I poke my head out and gaze at the rare and magnificent view that lay before me.

MC: So, can we take photos?

Victor: Ask your phone.

But I soon realize that my phone is entirely frozen on the lock screen interface and is refusing to respond whatsoever, leaving me with no choice but to resentfully lower my hand.

MC: The phone says it’s not possible…

Victor: That being the case, simply keep your eyes wide open and commit it to your memory.

I let him lead me toward the depths of the courtyard, and along the way, we see the flowers bloom all the more luxuriantly. Unwittingly, I find myself mesmerized by the vista.

It’s not until a glazed table adorned with delicacies and fine wines appears amidst the blossoms that I stop in my tracks in astonishment.

–– Everything unfolding before my eyes is gradually starting to align with the scenes from the time-travel drama in my memories.

MC: It turns out that the drama is actually so detailed. It seems that I, who diligently watched every episode without exception, am about to become a walking encyclopedia of Luolan––

From the garden on the other side of the wall, there suddenly comes voices of conversation. I hastily hush and excitedly prick up my ears to listen to their dispute.

However, all that reaches my ears are unfamiliar and garbled sounds, and soon I start feeling my head beginning to spin a little. Once the women have walked farther away, I find I’m already frowning without even realizing it.

Victor: Looks like a certain encyclopedia trained through time-travel dramas is really just a half-filled bucket of water sloshing around.

MC: Says who!

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[Anika’s tidbits]: HAHA as you guys know, I’ve long stopped explaining the thousands of idioms and intricate phrases Li Zeyan writers use unless they’re absolutely necessary/ crucial– or else my translation notes would be bigger than the content itself LOL– and this is one of those and it’s one of my favs 😂 the full idiom phrase is “一桶水不响， 半桶水晃荡” – it literally means while a full bucket of water doesn’t make noise as it is heavy and stable, a half-filled bucket sloshes around– i.e. those wisest among us prefer being quiet and are self-confident, while those who are in the less wise/ smarter group often try to compensate their lack of knowledge/ understanding by asserting that they do~ 💀

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Displeased with his jest, I swiftly focus my gaze on a copper utensil.

MC: Believe it or not, this was designed for storing spices, and it’s a very rare and expensive item.

I open the lid as I speak, and sure enough, a strong and fragrant aroma assails my nostrils. I can’t help but lift my chin complacently.

Victor: [laughs indulgently]  Alright, I underestimated a certain dummy.

I vaguely feel that the aroma is somewhat familiar, so I lean in to take a whiff, and a powerful fragrance of mugwort instantly invades the tip of my nose.

MC: [sneezes]  Ah-choo!

I rub my nose and look up, only to find that I have blown most of the scented powder onto Victor’s body, causing his figure to be coated with a drizzle of white.

The next second, he narrows his eyes and swiftly scoops me behind him. The smell of bone-chilling danger subtly spreads through the air.

MC: You’re not angry––?

Victor: Hush.

Looking in the direction of his gaze, I instantly become dumbstruck where I’m standing.

A massive leopard is peering at us from beneath the poplar tree, its face obscured by the shade of the tree, its pupils gleaming with an eerie and chilly light.

MC: L-Leopard…

Victor: [smiling]  I’m familiar with it.

Despite being faced with a ferocious beast, this man actually still has the mood to crack jokes!

MC: But according to historical accounts, this should be one of those leopards raised in captivity by the royals and aristocrats. It’s probably quite docile… it wouldn’t eat us, right?

Victor: [still smiling]  Being raised in captivity doesn’t mean it has lost its ability to hunt.

Seeing the leopard arch its back, fear grips me so hard that I cling tightly to his arm.

MC: Do we still have a chance to slip away secretly?

Victor: [still smiling]  We’ve already made direct eye contact within its territory. Stay calm for now.

Pressing my hand against my wildly thudding heart, I raise my gaze to see it take a whiff of the air and then proceed to saunter leisurely in our direction.

After a while, it approaches Victor and sniffs gently. My heart leaps to my throat, but leaving me stupefied, it actually lays down, its shape reminiscent of a fluffy cushion. It even nuzzles him affectionately with its head.

What follows is a fuzzy ticklish sensation, and I stare in startled shock as the leopard’s tail merrily swishes against my lower leg.

MC: …didn’t we just make eye contact with it? Yet you’ve actually managed to tame it?

I cast an incredulous glance at Victor, while he is staring at the incense burner with furrowed brows.

Victor: This scented powder probably isn’t intended for human application.

The enormous creature rolls over, laying bare its soft belly, exceedingly similar to the way Pudding behaves coquettishly after sucking on catnip.

Victor: It might not necessarily be us who drew it here. This fragrance is not just on me.

It’s only now that I realize a subtle aroma of mugwort is also lingering in the air. Following the fragrance, my eyes land on one side of the path lined with densely grown nepeta herbs. I immediately heave a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the leopard flexes its limbs in an inviting gesture, signaling for Victor to pet it. As I watch his rare expression of being at a loss for what to do, I can’t help but break into laughter.

Victor: [laughs helplessly]  …look at what good deed you’ve done!

MC: Being approached by an imperial leopard is a rare blessing that can never be obtained even if one beseeched it.

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[Anika’s tidbits]: ANOTHER ONE OF MY MOST FAV PHRASES EVER! The term MC uses here is 求都求不来 (qiu dui qui bu lai), which is a play on this phrase: 可遇不可求 (ke yu bu ke qui), which means “can only be obtained (serendipitously) but not be sought after” – which paints the perfect imagery for “destiny, sth/sb being destined for someone”~ and a very important thing to note, which I’ll come back to later. 🥺 

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Likely attributed to my overly bright gloating, Victor curls his fingers as he pinches up a small amount of the scented powder, which he then dabs on my face.

Sure enough, the leopard turns around and nuzzles against me. Seeing that I’m not putting up any resistance, it then straightens itself up and buries me completely in its soft fur.

MC: …ngh, Victor! Save me!

Victor: Nope. This “rare blessing that can never be obtained even if one beseeched it” is now being given to you.

Nudged by the leopard, I’m prompted to draw a few steps back, and as I let out a startled cry and tumble backward, I find myself landing in a soft embrace.

Amused, Victor pats the leopard on the head, and it obediently sits back down on the ground, reminiscent of a docile house kitten.

–

Even as he enfolds me in his arms and sits us both down on the grassy lawn, I remain a bit indignant.

MC: Why does it only listen to you! We both clearly have the same scent.

At this moment, I happen to glimpse at the golden silk embroidery on his clothes shimmering in the sunlight. I then contemplatively look at my own dress, which is somewhat plain.

Victor: You don’t think it’s because of the clothes, do you?

MC: …who can say, perhaps its owner has clothes identical to yours.

Victor: Well, a certain someone must be thinking to herself, “Had I known earlier, I would’ve chosen a fancy princess gown for myself.”

Seeing me choked silly by his spot-on guess of my thoughts, he studies me with even more and more interest.

Victor: [IN THE MOST DOTING AND ADORABLE VOICE EVER]  But however you slice it, a certain dummy still looks like a certain dummy.

Disgruntled, I lean closer to the water’s surface to check my reflection. A pouty face suddenly jumps out at me, which indeed is in disharmony with the dancer’s attire.

However, when I turn around and notice the wine cups on the table, an idea immediately strikes me.

I pick up a cup and lean in to bring it to his lips, working hard to make my voice sound soft and enticing as I speak.

MC: Your Highness~

He pauses for a brief moment, almost imperceptibly, before swiftly locking eyes with me.

Victor: There’s no wine in the cup.

MC: …you spoilsport!

Huffing, I sit up straight from his arms and shoot him a glare.

MC: Isn’t it because I’m afraid that if I spill the wine just like I sneezed earlier, it could result in altering the details of the history!

Victor, however, lightly quirks the corners of his lips, pours the glass to the brim with wine, and once again draws me closer to his side.

Victor: What did you want to do to me? Go on.

MC: You…

Before I can fully comprehend why he is being so cooperative at this moment, I feel a gentle force gripping my chin up.

I find myself falling into those serenely deep and unceasingly approaching pupils, and my breathing becomes rapid, beyond my control.

Victor: Weren’t you quite bold just a moment ago?

Victor: Seeing how you’re being so tentative like this, do you want me to teach you how one should drink this wine?

My slightly trembling hand is gently lifted by him with an irresistible force, and the small wine cup is soon raised to the level of my eyebrows and then even higher.

His fingers trace a slow path from my wrist to the palm of my hand, making the wine in the cup ripple, mirroring the swaying of my heart in tandem.

Just as his waywardly mischievous fingers are about to enter between the crevices of mine, he applies a slight pressure. The teetering fine liquid finally spills out, and the cool sensation quietly trickles down my forearm.

Along with the soft sensation, a rush of warmth suddenly washes over me. I stare wide-eyed, completely unguarded, and am rooted to the spot.

That pair of deep eyes, which has been fixed on me all along, makes it clear that he has no intention whatsoever of letting me go.

The scorching tip of his tongue gently licks and sucks on the continuously dripping nectar-like fine liquid, sending a wave of tingling shivers coursing throughout my entire body. 

The incessantly rising, delicate sensation of itchiness makes me a bit restless. I have the urge to escape, yet simultaneously, I can’t help myself from pandering to it.

He looks at me with slightly half-lidded eyes, his lips curling up into a triumphant arc of someone getting their way.

Victor: Have you learned it now, dummy?

MC: !

I suddenly snap back to my senses and hastily pull my hand back, tossing the ceramic glazed cup back onto the table as if I were holding a hot potato.

MC: W-What am I learning this for…

Victor: Clearly, it was a certain someone who started it first––

Before the words even leave his mouth, I notice a skylark swooping down. Seeing this, he swiftly pulls me to the side to dodge.

While I’m still amidst my puzzlement, a black shadow suddenly flashes before my eyes. Much to my astonishment, the leopard has scampered into the air to catch the bird.

“Clang” –– the table is abruptly turned upside down by it, sending fruits and vegetables tumbling and leaving the cups and dishes in a complete disarray.

When I see him calmly looking at the spilled wine, as if he’d already foreseen it, I realize where his confidence in pouring the wine earlier came from.

And also, the uniqueness of this “trip.”

Looking up at this world that doesn’t belong to me, I can’t bear to tear my eyes away from the courtyard blooming with vibrant and luxuriant flowers––

The abounding blossoms of crimson pomegranate adorn the trees, while the light purple clovers form dense clusters, and the red lotus stretches wantonly by the riverbank…

MC: I’m still finding it hard to believe that I’m able to see the ancient Luolan with my own eyes…

Victor: So, have you found what you were searching for?

At his reminder, I belatedly recall the original purpose that I had cast to the back of my mind.

After casting a surveying glance all around, I don’t find that rosy color I was expecting to see and can only gaze at him with a sense of bitterness.

Victor: During this period, roses hadn’t been cultivated yet.

As if he can sense what I’m thinking, he explains in a calm tone.

MC: So that means, the stone-carved rose doesn’t exist either… Since you knew this all along, why did you go through such great pains to bring me here?

Victor: Compared to simply answering you whether the legend is true or false, bringing you here to see for yourself is more just.

Victor: In this boundless universe, there will always be a kind of beauty worthy of a certain dummy’s pure yearning.

Only at this moment do I realize that this voyage across time and space is precisely his answer.

MC: You… don’t you think it was quite naïve of me?

Victor: I do. But it’s also a precious trait of a certain dummy, and I think I can help you maintain it in moderation.

My heart suddenly turns into a mush. I settle my gaze on the edge of his lips before lifting my head and kissing him.

The aroma of wine and fragrance of flowers gradually fade away, and I find myself drenched only in his pleasant scent. Amidst our closely interwoven breaths, time seems to slow to a crawl, stretching ever so slowly.

It’s not until the familiar dryness lingers around the tip of my nose that I slowly open my eyes, slightly gasping for breath. What greets my eyes is the view of the endless sand dunes.

Apt to the occasion, my phone starts vibrating and powers up automatically. Only ten minutes have passed.

I feel as if I have just woken up from a dream. I gaze at Victor in a trance, and the rose-colored kiss mark on his lips enters my field of view, making me unable to help the smile spreading across my face.

MC: It appears I’ve already found the rose from the legend, one that will never wither.

In those eyes, brimming with unending tenderness, I see him lowering himself——

Victor: Then, allow it to bloom for a little while longer.

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[Anika’s Analysis & Ramblings]

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#DUMB. I CALL DUMB. THE SHOCK AND CONSTANT PAINED FEELINGS THIS BROUGHT BACK— #DO NOT EVER FREAKIN' DARE CALL ME A DUMMY WHEN YOU'RE THE BIGGEST DUMMY AND LOVE-BRAIN IN THE UNIVERSE #HE IS JUST UGGHHHH i empathize with MC so much like if i were her i too would keep this silly man under 24 hour surveillance like!!!! #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #李泽言 #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[lifmera]

OH MY GOD I TYPED UP A WHOLE THING AND ACCIDENTALLY LOST IT OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I HATE IT HERE- anyways *ahem* attempt no. 2 of me asking you for a Hazbin Hotel match because I have never done this kinda thing before and I'm curious :)

GENDER AND SEXUALITY: I'm non-binary, they/he/she pronouns. I generally don't have a preference between the three tbh but I do appreciate ppl mixing it up! I'm sex-repulsed asexual and gray-biromantic. Again no real preference lmfao

APPEARANCE: White, dark blonde hair, green eyes, just below 5'3, pretty basic looking all things considered. I've got a pretty angular face I think. I'm afab and don't shave cuz it's too much work. I wear pretty much exclusively graphic tees(band shirts, dumb jokes, fandom stuff... that kinda thing) or button ups with funky patterns paired w/ the comfiest pants I can find, but occasionally I'll pull myself together enough to make a dencent(?) outfit, typically reminiscent of shit scene kids in the early 2000s would wear. I also like dying my hair but usually don't bcuz I procrastinate on it for too long.

PERSONALITY: If I had to describe it in one word? Unhinged. I am unhinged. 7/10 people will agree I am a very frightening person to be around. I say out of pocket shit(ranging from vile sex jokes to just straight up threats of violence) pretty regularly. I also like to sneak up on ppl and make very loud noises just to see their reactions... *ahem* anyways, despite all that, most of my friends would also describe me as caring and loyal! I have low empathy, so the only way I ever understand any of my friends emotions is by using my own experiences to compare and contrast until I have a decent idea of what's going on in their head, but I AM very good at psychoanalyzing people and providing objective, unbiased thoughts & advice on their situations. I would also literally go to war for my friends. Like, if you hurt one of them say your goddamn PRAYERS because I am coming to your location with a knife and murderous intent. I'm kinda awkward & shy at first, but at my core I AM an extrovert. I just don't know how to talk to ppl bcuz I am ✨neurodivergent✨(autism & ADHD) and have a hard time approaching ppl bcuz I don't know if they'll like me or not. Typically I make friends by making very loud jokes and waiting for somebody to approach me because they like my sense of humor. Which speaking of, I am very funny! Most people I interact with regularly would agree I am a very funny person!!! I'm also really good at media analysis and making arguments. I don't do well in debates because I choke under the pressure(gotta work on that tbh), but I'm good at writing argumentative essays. Plus, I'm pretty good at just bold face lying to people so overall I can be pretty damn convincing. I like adrenaline rushes and try to actively seek out new experiences as long as I'm confident they won't cause me any significant damage(socially or physically) in the long run. Which is unfortunately not many because I am INCREDIBLY paranoid. Like to the point of accidentally staying up til 3am cuz I'm convinced someone's gonna break into my house and kill me... I also have depression, severe dissociation issues, and existential dread which is. Fun. That's fun. I also have a tendancy to go down random rabbit holes and obsess over inconsequential details in shows I like to the point of making whole ass conspiracy theories :)

LIKES: Cartoons, drawing, writing, acting, singing, reading fanfic, watching YouTube, long drives, listening to music, jumpscaring ppl, being funny, ziplining, problem solving, video essays, ghost hunting shows, supernatural stuff in general, psychology, media analysis, frogs, sharks, ferrets, cats, violence, chocolate, Drawfee(YT channel), glitter, and just. So many fandoms. Just so many.

DISLIKES: Slimey shit, being touched(most of the time, there are occasional exceptions), being touch starved DESPITE not liking being touched, ppl insulting my interests(only I get to do that), media illiteracy, projects I'm not invested in, ppl putting preasure on me, mosquitoes, existential dread, dissociating, being tired all the time, being wrong, taking risks, feeling vulnerable, and stories with a lot of potential that just. Don't do anything with said potential.

PREFERENCES?: Uh. Someone significantly taller than me(shouldn't be hard Hazbin characters are fucking huge) that'll listen to my insane rants and is able to match my energy.

Akdncksmfnsmdsn I rlly hope I did this right again it's my first time doing anything like this-

HEYYYYYY!!! FINALLY GOT TO YOU 😜

Honestly I was debating on like a few different characters BUT!

I’ve decided to pair you with… LUTE!

Honestly I think she’d also be sex repulsed. She’s definitely more of a romantic lover! Though she doesn’t show it.

I think she talked to you at first because your style choices reminded her of Adam- and obviously, she misses him like crazy

If you did dye your hair often with her, she’d probably want to help you! I think she’d apply the color so it doesn’t get messy :)

She LOVES your personality. She thinks you are similar to her in many ways!

She also would need to experience it herself. She’s pretty stoic and doesn’t show her emotions. She’d probably think it’d make herself look weak.

I think you both would definitely fight back to back 24/7! You both would fight to the DEATH for each other.

She loves how caring you are for other people- it gives her a different sense of pace. Someone new!

I think Lute would see a TINY BIT through your lies. Lute is very observant with EVERYTHING.

She’d love if you made jokes. She need’s something less boring in her life than just standing there.

Adrenaline rushes? Totally join the exorcists- and you can be her right hand!!

She’d try to help you through paranoia, but you shouldnt worry much. She’s STRONG asf!

She’d LOVE TO HEAR CONSPIRACIES!! she would think they are SO COOL.

Although she isn’t much taller- I think she’d around 5’8 personally. She just looks small bc shes always next to Adam who’s HUGE!

She may not be able to match your energy, only because she’ll need to come out of her shell more- she’s always listening. She has ears EVERYWHERE.

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HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ❣️

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin husk #hazbin nifty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin adam #hazbin mimzy #hazbin art #habin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vox #hazbin spoilers #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin velvette #hazbin carmilla #hazbin rosie #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin emily #hazbin zestial #hazbin sera #hazbin lilith #hazbin lute #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie

[nerd4music]

I think overall there’s one of two „big“ problems happening for people who have a problem with TOWL (racists and the likes aside… 🙄).

1- The misunderstanding that this was truly much more a Rick and Michonne story than a TWD one. This was not TWD S12. It was about telling the story of these 2 characters and being able to put a dot at the end (or a dot dot dot). And you’ve laid all of that out perfectly. Like yes, in TWD, Beale (& the CRM) would have been draaaaagged out. But this was much more of a Terminus approach than a Saviors one if we will…

2- TWD was never the most ..subtle show. They tended to hit the audience over the head with stuff. And I’m not sure I would go as far as calling TOWL subtle outright either (idk, didn’t think about this until right this moment lol -obviously elements of it are, sure -just as elements on TWD could be on the subtler side) but compared to TWD, it certainly is lol. And there has been a very big „media literacy“ and „basic comprehension skills“ problem happening for a minute now. And I really don’t say this to be mean or make fun of people or anything but these are just facts. Some people really struggle with getting the information when they are not being hit over the head with it, over and over and over again. After the finale I saw several posts on my tl of people wondering why this, that or the other was not addressed or how/why this, that or the other did happen… and I was utterly confused because those things they claimed were missing were very much shown? I was like, there was literally a scene dealing with all of this? And it didn’t require any reading between the lines to be honest, no subtext, it was very much the text of the scene?! So it seems like some people just didn’t get a lot of things that were happening 🫤

(BTW I don’t mean that even if someone didn’t have these specific problems with the show, they MUST love it then. Likes and dislikes etc etc. As much as I really loved the show as a whole, if I decided to put down the Richonne-colored glasses I wanted to and did watch to the show with.. I’d definitely have a few complaints lol, though still very much enjoyed the show even then)

That's definitely what happened. And to some extent, I get why, considering Rick and Michonne are 2/3 of the main show's Big Three. But when the press and promos started, and people were still talking about some Marvel-style meet-up, I was like...oh they're definitely not listening to what's being said, because it's six damn episodes, and also The Richonne story, not the Team Family jamboree. And then acting as if it's somehow 'insulting' to the rest of the characters if Rick and Michonne didn't talk about them. The man had PTSD so bad, he couldn't remember his own son's face. Why would you think it would be good time for him to pause in the middle of his wife telling him about a traumatic moment during her pregnancy to ask about anyone else? Please be fr.

I feel you on the comprehension thing, which is nothing new for this fandom. The fact that so many people legit thought Rick didn't know how to drive stick and questioned the 'realism' of it but never stopped to think that it was because he only has one damn hand. Y'all were fine with every silly ass moment that happened in the main show, that was either sheer dumb luck or handwaved away, but now we need a complete breakdown from experts on how Rick managed to fight off walkers one-handed. Now y'all want the realism, when you've been so giddy for weeks because you need one of them to die for the show to be 'interesting'.

I'm really not listening to people who need the narrative to hold their hand through everything, or need to see every piece of the plot onscreen for it to be considered 'legitimate'. (I'm officially banning the phrase 'plot armor' for the foreseeable future).

People didn't get things, because they don't take a minute to sit with the damn material anymore. From live reactions videos to live tweeting/blogging, people are just watching TV to make content and have an online moment, not for what's actually being shown. And yeah, TOWL isn't perfect, but the minor criticisms I have for it doesn't take away from the fact that it is very enjoyable and easily the best material from the TWD landscape in a long time.

(sidenote: I will say one of my favorite things from these past six weeks is everyone struggling to figure out the overall TWD timeline, lmao.)

#.answered #towl spoilers #twd: the ones who live #richonne #I am once again rambling #but I appreciate the message!

[ecosystem-administrator]

the road to Horizon

I was watching a video recapping someone's journey through FFXIV and it made me think back on the start of my own, so I have some thoughts to ramble here, on my departure from Azeroth and arrival into Eorzea. From the perspective of a WoW refugee who arrived before the big waves of exodus, who left before all the bad news broke at Blizzard.

I don't talk about it much. At first it was because I was still grieving what I'd left, adjusting to the new normal I'd found for myself and trying not to be that person who compares everything to their only other experience in the genre; then, it was because the news had broken about all the things broken in Blizzard behind the scenes, and suddenly it no longer felt cool to have ever enjoyed what they were doing. But I started playing WoW during Wrath of the Lich King, and I continued to play until somewhere in the patch cycles of Battle For Azeroth. 2009-2019, a full decade of investment in the lore, of anticipation and disappointment, of theorycrafting my way around plotholes so I could keep enjoying the things that were enjoyable.

At some point, there was a news announcement coming, and I found myself anxious, dreading the possibility that the plot would focus on some of the characters I'd come to like, and in doing so wreck the stories I'd been building in my head. I had to stop and replay that moment for myself: I was dreading my favorite characters getting spotlight time, because I was afraid of what the writers would do to them. This is, I had to finally admit to myself, no way to live. I had reached my limit. My trust was broken, years of disappointment having finally dismantled my hope. I had to walk away. I wouldn't uninstall, not yet - but I would instead try out that beautiful Final Fantasy game my fiancee and some of her friends had started playing. I had watched over her shoulder one time a good while back as a tiny pink cupcake of a girl drank a goblet of poisoned wine, and at the time I had envied the power of the scene on display. Perhaps starting fresh with a new story would help ease the grief of finally stepping away from a decade of giving my heart to a game that was simply no longer giving back.

It takes time to adjust to a new game, of course. New controls, new abilities, what do you mean crafters are classes just like combat classes, wait what's the difference between a class and a job, how do I know whether I'm where I'm supposed to be, what do you mean dungeons aren't optional content, etc. I stumbled my way through the start of ARR, increasingly enthused to be learning a whole new set of lore but still anxious about how new I was. In FFXIV, we call new players 'sprouts' and tend to them; but I hadn't yet learned that mindset. I had to be told not to remove the sprout icon that flagged me as new and learning, because to me it looked like a 'kick me' sign on my back, a bright waving flag that said "Fresh Meat". That's what it would have been, where I had come from. I didn't know any better yet.

I made my way out of Gridania, around the capitals, through the baby dungeons, back to Ul'dah to get my invitation to the Scions, doing my best to absorb new lore, new controls, and new attitudes simultaneously. So it wasn't until I was leaving Ul'dah and headed out into Western Thanalan toward the Scions, on foot because I hadn't unlocked mounts yet, because I hadn't yet gotten the Horizon aetheryte, that I suddenly had a series of revelations.

I couldn't see player levels just by looking at them. I would have to click on a player and examine them in order to identify what level they were. Conversely, no one could see my level unless they went to that effort. They couldn't tell at a glance if I was overleveled or underleveled, if I was out of place in a zone or where I was meant to be.

The plot I had been through so far had gradually converged on this point in a way that suggested the story was melding with the starting storylines from the other two cities. In WoW, there are overarching plotlines for zones sometimes, but the presence of a Main Plot is a very recent development. Players rarely take the same path from starting zone to max level; but here, we were all walking the same road.

There were no factions. We were all walking the same road, and this was what struck me the hardest. From level 1 to level 70 (at the time I started lmao), every single player around me was somewhere on the same plotline. No one was a threat. There was no world PvP. I would never be ganked, griefed, have to wait for critical NPCs to respawn after max-level players from the other faction had come in and killed them.

Me, to me, at level 15 as the light began to dawn:

This is really how it felt, after all those years of WoW. The road to Horizon was the place where I finally realized I wasn't a soldier anymore, an erstwhile mercenary trying to dodge getting drafted back into a forever war. Of course there were still enemies, but all of the enemies were NPCs. I didn't have to worry about enemy PCs coming in raids, about staying out of their way or deciding to stand and fight. There were no such thing as enemy PCs. The war was, finally, over.

And so I trod onward lighter, still on foot until someone saw fit to give me a chocobo, my faction tabard abandoned in the dust of Thanalan, only an adventurer at last.

#ffxiv #thorn rambles #arr spoilers #there isn't really a point to this #except gratitude I guess #and personal journaling as I track the journey of my life #somewhat melodramatically

[magicbystarlight]

My Omega - Part Two

(Alpha!Bruce Wayne x Omega!Reader)

Part One

Summary: Bruce’s guilt after the night he Marked you leads to a difficult relationship.

Word Count: 1668

Warnings: 18+, Noncon/dubious consent, angst, heavy guilt from Bruce, A/B/O dynamics. Minors DNI.

A/N: Angsty Bruce is a favorite of mine

The video replayed again at a quarter speed, crawling through the scene at a snail’s pace. It was pointless. There was nothing. No clues, no missed signs, no hidden messages. Still, he watched intently in the vain hope that there was anything that could lead him to the deranged husk of a human. 

"Again, Master Bruce?"

The younger man's eyes stayed glued to the screen rewatching every movement he’d already memorized.

Alfred didn't attempt to hide his exasperation as he sat a tray of food on top of scattered papers. "She's worried, you know. She thinks you're trying to leave her again."

Bruce said nothing, though the image in front of him blurred to meaningless blobs.

"Do you know how horrible it feels to have to lie to her face and tell her you're not down here trying to figure out how to do just that??"

Yes. "It's not the same."

"Isn't it?" Alfred was not a large man, especially not compared to the imposing figure that was Bruce. But he had a way of speaking that managed to make Bruce feel like a scolded child again.

"It's not." A high pitched alert sounded throughout the converted station that had Bruce reacting. Months before life in Gotham had been completely upturned he had upgraded the Bat Signal to send alerts to his system whenever it was turned on. It had made it quicker to respond during emergencies.

Shrugging into his hood and pulling the backpack up his arms, he was already halfway towards his motorcycle before he spoke to Alfred. "Don't let her wait up for me. She needs her sleep."

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Soft snores met Bruce’s ears hours later as the door quietly clicked shut, his body exhausted beyond measure. It had been a long night, the sun already beginning to rise. A lead on the Joker had turned up nothing but empty disappointments. 

He took in your sleeping form, nestled in a circle of rolled blankets and clothing. Clad in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs, it was his favorite sight. And the one he hated most.

The weight of the life he’d stolen from you all those months ago rested heavily in his chest. The things he’d done to you disgusted him. They had disgusted you too until the Alpha was satisfied with the hours of begging and Marked you as his. Eleven days later, when the Rut had finally ended and Bruce was mostly himself again, he brought you to Wayne Tower. He’d kept his distance at first. Hoped if he denied his own wants he’d spare you the fate of most Omegas. It wasn’t enough to hope, though. 

The distance had made you inconsolable and barely able to function. Alfred had brought in different doctors daily for a week out of pure concern. They all concluded that the only thing that could help you was your Alpha’s presence. Bruce thought with time it would get better, but one day he’d walked in to find you exactly like this, curled into a nest on his bed. He hadn’t been strong enough to walk away since.

“Alpha,” you mumbled sleepily as he slid into the empty space next to you. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him and pressing a kiss into your hair. Nuzzling into his chest, you let your arm fall over his waist. “I’m here.” A content hum vibrated against his chest as his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep, snores returning to their uneven tune.

He couldn’t change what he’d done, no matter how much he hated himself for it. But he was going to fix what he could. He owed you that much.

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“Bruce!”

He winced as you witnessed the efforts of his cooking. Half the pancake was still bubbly white goo, the other side completely blackened. He’d only left it for a minute. It was almost as pathetic as the time he put whole beans in the coffee pot.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

You shook your head, smiling as if you found his ineptitude enduring. “Well you certainly did that.” The pancake landed with a thud into the empty bin.

He stood out of the way as you went about doing the simple task he’d been unable to do. Another way he’d failed you. 

“Come here,” you called over your shoulder after a few pancakes had been stacked neatly on a plate, the warmth in your eyes for him undeserved. Obediently he came to your side as you poured more batter into the pan.

“You did good on the batter,” you said, the teasing tone of earlier replaced with one of patient adoration. “Next time you make them, set the heat to medium and let the pan heat up…”

It was on the verge of impiety to watch something as unexceptional as a pancake when a seraphic creature like you stood beside him. He’d once thought you an angel, come to earth by misguided prayers. Now he knew you were more: a goddess worthy of temples and a religion in your name. Darkness had stolen you from nirvana, thrust you into a cruel world without care, and left you unprotected from the creatures hidden within the shadows. Creatures like him.

The pancake sizzled as you flipped it with more instructions. Probably more than someone needed for something so simple, but your voice was his favorite sound. At least, the favorite one he could enjoy without being entirely consumed with guilt.

“Your turn,” you said after plopping the perfectly golden pancake with the others.

He tried to focus, to do as you instructed, but you’d nuzzled beneath the arm not holding the spatula while you watched. 

Bruce wasn’t someone who enjoyed being touched. His mother had wrapped his life in warm embraces, his father’s hand always gentle as he guided him. Physical affection felt empty and cold without them.

Until you.

“It’s going to burn again.”

The warning had his eyes regrettably pulling away and back to the inane task. It was worth it to see your proud smile as he successfully presented an adequate pancake shortly after.

“Well done, Mr. Wayne.” Your movements were quick. Turning off the heat, moving the pan, sliding your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss.

Things were so easy with you at times. Moments like this when he was not Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham. Or Batman, the Caped Crusader. Or Alpha, the rapist. When he was just him and you were just you and this was real. He clung greedily to these moments. When he could pretend that your whispered “I love you” actually meant something. Like anything good in his life, however, these moments were always fleeting and left behind a sting of remorse and disgust at himself. 

“We should eat,” he said as your hands snuck down his sides to push under his shirt. Your warm touch was inviting everything he needed to stop.

You hummed against his lips before kissing along his jaw. “The pancakes won’t get up and walk away.”

“They’ll get cold,” he tried, his cock already twitching to life.

“They’ll taste just as good.”

Another argument died on his tongue as he caught sight of your neck. The outline of teeth, his teeth, were pale scars now against the darkened patch of skin, an Omega Patch as it had been labeled recently. His thumb traced over the Mark, mesmerized.

And the smell.

When Bruce had described the odd phenomenon that occurred when an Omega Patch was brushed over or scratched, you’d smiled and called yourself a Scratch-N-Sniff. It was an oddly adequate description. The slightest touch released pheromones, though the scents were usually barely describable to anyone other than a Rutting Alpha.

But your scent still managed to overwhelm his senses.

“If you’re really hungry, I’ve got something else you can eat.”

That snapped the last of his resistance. He lifted you with an ease that seemed inhuman, walking you to the table and gently setting you on top. Bruce was a man of contradictions, his lips light against the skin bared as he easily ripped apart your clothes. The clothes were expendable. You were not.

Each angelic sound that escaped your lips as he worshipped at the apex of your thigh enticed the demonic creature he’d chained inside his mind. Nothing as unholy as the Alpha would claim you again. Not that Bruce’s hands were much cleaner, but at least he would never take pleasure in hurting you.

Your legs were quaking by the third climax, your wor. “Bruce, please,” you whined, tugging at his hair as he lapped at your overstimulated core. “I need you.”

It was too easy to relent to your pleas. He kissed along your stomach, between your breasts, greedy lips finding yours in time to swallow down your gasps as pushed slowly in. It was a perilous place as he rocked into you, balancing his lust with keeping the beast at bay while you writhed beneath him.

It was only after that he saw the finger marks he'd imprinted on your hips. He'd had enough experience in injuries to recognize the first stages of bruising. Bile burned at the back of his throat, threatening to spill the nonexistent contents of his stomach. If it weren't for the hurt etched across your face as he looked at you, his own expression twisted in disgust, he would have walked away. You deserved better. But better wasn't an option.

Schooling his expression into something softer, he scooped you into his arms. "I think you deserve a nice warm bath."

"Do I smell?" Your voice sounded small and hurt. It made his nausea worse.

"Like heaven," he managed to tease, kissing your hair. 

It eased you enough, nuzzling against him like you always did. "We should eat first."

A smile that didn't meet his eyes spread across his face as managed to pick up the plate of pancakes. "Who says we can't do both?"

Taglist: @freakinglizzy @daughter-of-the-king-bc @emberenchanted @bamboozledflamplant

#bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #bruce wayne smut #battinson #omega!reader #my omega

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

Here are some Shaw pack headcanons

Marie has a picture of younger Milo and Asher when they first got their powers in a dog cage

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Christian and Sweetheart were taller than Tank before they left to Washington and decided to have a random ass grow spurt and come back almost as tall as David

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Sweetheart is very strong, they can pick up David when his shifted with no effort which is pretty impressive but my sweetheart oc has a little bit of a temper that was way worse when they were younger and you can ask David a pissed off sweetheart is not something you want to mess with

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Asher has a video of Milo Sweetheart Darlin and David crushing watermelons with their thighs that he posted on the Shaw Security's official twitter that everyone went crazy over he sadly had to remove it

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Sam and Milo can both pick up their mates without a sweat which surprises them because sweetheart and Darlin are pretty tall compared to Milo and Sam

The first time Sam said he can pick them up Darlin thought he was bluffing until he did it and they were a blushing mess

Darlin "yeah right I think you have a little too much confidence in your vamp strengt-"

*Sam cut off Darlin by picking them up bridal style*

Sam "You were saying" *sam said with a smirk*

The first time Milo picked up Sweethearts was just cause they wouldn't take a break from working

Milo "Sweetheart ya need to take a break your going to over work yourself"

Sweetheart "Milo I'm fine just a few more minutes and I'll be done"

Milo "have it your way then" *milo said wall tossing Sweethearts over he's shoulder*

Sweetheart "MILO GREER!! if you don't put me down this instead!!!"

Milo "I'm not listening I'm not about to stand here and watch my mate work themselve to death"

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Milo can pick up Sweetheart with ease but if anyone else trys to pick them up they'll go limp in their arms and make it super difficult for the person to pick them up

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My Sweetheart oc has a southern accent which to say Darlin has a thing for southern accents

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David weirdly doesn't know Spanish with is weird because most of the Shaw packs first or second language is Spanish (Angel is teaching him Spanish)

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Asher Babe Angel Sweetheart Darlin and Chrissy have weekly or monthly sleepovers were they gossip about pack drama and watch crappy ripoff movies

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Sweetheart and Chrissy were a little salty when Darlin showed up to their first park meeting scenes being back saying they made a new friend that was helping them look for Quinn because they would consider themselves two of Darlin's best friends and they weren't going to let some random Solaire vamp(aka sam) Darlin only met a few days or mouths ago take that away from them

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted verse #redacted hc #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted marie #redacted sweetheart #redacted christian #redacted chrissy #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted david #david shaw #redacted shifters #redacted asher #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted babe