#nae theory

[misculenica]

Tearing Down the Veil; what do? (theory/speculation)

(trespasser + inquisition spoilers, obvs)

--long-post--

We've all wondered it, those of us who love him, and those of us who hate him. What the hell is Solas going to do? What will happen when he does it?

This will be a short speculation of Solas' plans to tear down the veil and 'restore his people'.

So having spent a little more time of the Trespasser dlc lately, and exploring alternatives for new dialogues. I've become curious about a particular thing. His plan to tear down the veil; and specifically, what that could mean for Thedas (what I've been coming to name 'the corporeal world', in comparison to the Fade 'the abstract world').

We're still not sure what exactly he's up to - in the 2 year gap between base game ending + trespasser, as well as what he's been doing since walking through that eluvian. I can't offer much on this, other than he 'has plans' of some sort, regarding obtaining the red lyrium idol. My best guess is that he intends on obtaining as much power as possible which remains in the corporeal world through magical objects, given he's had (approx. forever) to collect the knowledge of how to go about his plans from the abstract world and his spirit/demon allies. He needs a powerhouse of arcana to bring the veil down, and now I would like to point out this; just how powerful was the foci/orb that SINGLE EVENT was supposed to accomplish his plans, and yet, he's spending years collecting numerous items to accomplish what I assume is the same effect?

Has the single event become a years long task, then? Going by this, could it then be possible that he's already set in motion a new ritual? By which I mean- there may not be a single 'event' we need to stop, it's already happening (perhaps then, disrupting it could cause something far worse to happen, or equally as terrible).

Another alternative I enjoy is that Solas is taking so long because he's purposefully delaying his plans. I doubt this, given the severity of his people's plight (which I believe to be spirits/demons/etc - not the elves- ancient or modern), he would want this to go as swiftly as possible. He could be delaying for 1 of 2 reasons; 1. He wants to be stopped (highly doubt this), or 2. The best way to ensure a smooth transition between veil-postveil world is to take it slowly, so then there would be less death/chaos. (I prefer this out of anything, honestly - as well as the theory that Solas took 2 years to get back to you during the base/trespasser because he was trying to find a way to remove the mark without killing Inky).

-- I would like to make a step-stone note to say my preferred idea (and speculation) is that the veil coming down is already happening. Just very very slowly, so the world has a less destructive transition - this causes major problems for Solas, but I do feel like he would try and make the death/destruction as minimal as possible (for the Fade denizens, as well as the Thedas). He hasn't told anyone about this, because.... Well, Thedas hates spirits/demons, and telling everyone 'btw I'm going to bring them all here, and change the foundations of your reality' is very.... well, I don't imagine it would go well. Have them all chase the single event, this single entity, think there's hope to win or give up along the years. I don't know XD I really like this idea. It puts me in mind of that one quote from some old movie I watched about a volcano (I'll insert it when I remember); 'if you put a frog in boiling water, it will try and jump out, but if you put it in cold water, and raise the heat slowly, it will let itself boil' - the takeaway, if you put someone in a bad situation, they will resist, but if you put someone is an 'ok' situation and let the 'heat rise', they will not notice how bad it gets. Or, to make it fit this situation with the veil. If he brings it down immediately, both sides will react with resistance or shock (and we know this would harm spirits, which Solas doesn't want), but if it happens slowly, there may come a point where neither side even notices the change happen? --

Now, back to the juicy stuff.

What made me want to write any of this?

These Lines from the final confrontation is Trespasser.

"I will save the elven people, even if it means this world must die."

"I would have entered the Fade, using the mark you now bear. Then I would have torn down the veil. As this world burned in the raw chaos, I would have restored the world of my time..."

"If they must die, I would rather they die in comfort."

"I will do what I must, but there is no benefit in allowing harm to come to innocents before it's necessary."

"I intend to restore them, doing so will most likely destroy your world."

I would like to highlight the amount of "most likely" "if" "would have"'s

The feeling I'm getting from these is that he's assuming a worst case scenario of his plans, but they aren't a certainty. It's also interesting to note that he's (throughout the game) more revealing to a negative approval Inky than a positive one, which I feel is very clear even in Trespasser. With the worst approval rating, he states that 'doing the thing will MOST LIKELY destroy the world' not that it will. But to a romanced Inky he will say.... nothing specific honestly, he has his generic dialogue about it, where he implies a lot about his death/destruction than he says will 100% happen. It's just... Interesting to me how he dances around that certainty.

A conclusion I draw from this is that Solas has plans to try and limit the damage, but ultimately he can't control other people's actions, or predict how exactly things will go.

My interpretation is that he's acknowledging his past failures, in implying a lack of certainty with his subtext. He's also trying to frame this situation in a way that will prepare people for the worst case scenario, because, given his track record-- that's precisely how his plans go. So his plans MIGHT NOT (and that's a definitive possibility) cause insane death/destruction, but perhaps this alludes to the significance of player choice throughout the games (and in Dreadwolf?), and how they impact the road ahead. Perhaps not giving that elf in the Denerim alienage in Origins money will ripple effect of messing with Solas' plans? Have you doomed the world by killing or not killing the Forbidden Ones? (I jest! ... Or do I?)

That's... it, I guess. Just some thoughts to through out into the void.

#dragon age #dragon age inqusition #dragon age trespasser #solas #fen'harel #the dread wolf #dragon age dreadwolf #dai #dragon age theory #dragon age speculation #dragon age dreadwolf theory #the veil #solas fascinates me #nae theory

[forgivenfolly]

my problem is i don't find dnd as a system's concept of good and evil remotely compelling but i DO find the general durge backstory fun

#like the whole thing with certain gods is very... ach... nae.... western obsession with death as an antagonist #like i can vibe with a murder 'god' existing in theory but it has to be like #alongside other forms of evil. like you have got to mix in some banality of evil shit in there too #the moment you start building a world where All evil typically stems from death associated divine forces you have Lost Me

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (4)

Best Friend's Mother Masterlist

Chapter: Four

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: A week has gone by since your late night secret with Seonghwa. You kept telling yourself to not entertain the idea of anything more than a one night stand. But Wooyoung, as always, throws a wrench in your plans.

WC: 4.4k

CW: Suggestive towards the end, kissing, touching, lots of teasing, Wooyoung is a cockblock, fluff, cuddles

AN: I spent a whole day writing this, my body hurts, my brain hurts, but I wanted to get this chapter done so badly. I hope you all enjoy it.

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“Hey guys,” Wooyoung said as he entered the living room. “I have an idea for something we can all do.”

The announcement shouldn’t have filled you with fear, but it did.

The week was a roller coaster, if you had to be honest. You’d wanted to keep your interactions with Seonghwa to a minimum, only talking to him if he talked to you, only if you absolutely needed to.

And it felt like torture.

You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to be nice, you wanted to sit with him and have long conversations about anything and everything. You wanted to give him hugs like Wooyoung did.

But you were scared of what would happen if you let yourself do that. If you fell deeper into him. If your lust for him turned to something more than sex.

You weren’t ready to confront that. Despite Wooyoung constantly dragging you with him to do anything, and “coincidentally” always having Seonghwa be there too, you didn’t think it was something beyond Wooyoung wanting to spend time with you. And of course, you were going to spend time with Wooyoung, so you were in a difficult spot.

And yet, the whole time you were trying to subtly avoid him, Seonghwa wasn’t dumb. And unfortunately, he was more observant than you’d thought he was.

And he hated to admit that he thought about it every time he laid down to sleep. He’d lay in his bed for hours and think about you. About the night you had together.

The way you’d look away when he tried to talk to you, the slight red tint in your cheeks when he’d call you “dear” or “sweetheart,” the little tremor in your voice when you talked to him. He was hopelessly attracted to you, and he knew you felt the same way about him.

And you both were battling with your desires in your own ways.

If only you knew that the gorgeous man you were daydreaming about was doing the same thing just one wall away.

You force a sweet smile at Wooyoung as you come back to the present. Seonghwa also looks up at him.

“Eomma, you know that restaurant you’d take me to as a kid?”

Seonghwa smiled and shook his head. “I’ve taken you to many restaurants.”

“The really expensive one that we went to for special occasions?”

“What’s the occasion?” You wondered. In the back of your mind, you wondered if Wooyoung was about to reveal his “relationship” with San to his mother. But the smirk Wooyoung was giving you shot that theory down quickly.

“Isn’t our presence enough of an occasion?” He answered, standing up straighter, puffing out his chest a little. Seonghwa laughed and shook his head again.

“Your presence is always an occasion, nae sarang, but I can’t just take you. That place-”

“Requires reservations,” Wooyoung interrupted, finishing his sentence. “Well what if I told you I already took care of that?”

You and Seonghwa both blinked, not completely believing him. You had no idea where this was going, or what restaurant they could possibly be talking about. Even if you did know the name, it wouldn’t have helped, because you could never afford to go to a restaurant nicer than Olive Garden.

“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa started, in the signature disappointed parent tone that said everything without having to say it. The tone that meant “you shouldn’t have done that.” But it didn’t dissuade Wooyoung in the slightest.

“Come on, why not? I haven’t been there in a long time, and it’s something we can all do together.” He put extra emphasis on the word “together.”

You turned your attention to Seonghwa, and he was looking at Wooyoung with nothing but love in his eyes, with a little smile on his lips. He knew that no matter what excuse he made up, he was going to relent. He was going to say yes, because there was no reason to say no.

Part of him wanted to see how serious Wooyoung was. Part of him wanted to see what else Wooyoung was up to. He had his suspicions, but couldn’t tell for certain.

“What day do you have this reserved?” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head back a little.

“Tonight,” Wooyoung said proudly. “The perfect night to go out to eat.”

Time had started to warp and bend for you since you were thr0wn off your usual schedule, but Wooyoung had mentioned to you earlier that it was a Saturday. You realized now why he bothered to point it out.

Seonghwa still pretended to roll the idea over in his head. Both you and Wooyoung knew he was faking it based on his smile, but you two were still waiting with bated breath for his answer.

And finally, Seonghwa sighed and nodded. “Okay, when do we have to be there?”

Wooyoung did a little happy dance and squealed. You smiled and sighed in relief.

You didn’t feel so scared about the idea of going to dinner with Seonghwa knowing Wooyoung was going to be there. You’d have to throw together a decent outfit from the clothes that you brought, but you were sure you could do it.

And that’s what you did. About an hour before you were going to leave, you had taken a shower and made yourself look nice before you went to sort through your clothes. Just a simple outfit, but it still made you look put together. It wasn’t luxury, but it would pass decently for an hour or so.

As you were going to leave the room, there was a knock on the door. When you called for them to come in, Wooyoung peeked in. He took one look at your outfit and shook his head.

“No, that’s not gonna work.” He left and went back into his room. You followed him, befuddled.

“What do you mean, I look fine!” You protested, but Wooyoung was already going through his closet to look for something better. He frantically grabbed at different clothes, looking them over, and rejecting most of them.

“Fine isn’t good enough, this is a high class restaurant.” Wooyoung pulled out a shirt that he was satisfied with and tossed it onto a nearby chair. “Thankfully, your awesome best friend is here to help you.”

You sighed and looked at his outfit. He wore black slacks with a belt, with a white button up tucked into the shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his arms. This was the nicest you’d ever seen Wooyoung in the entirety of your time knowing him, Wooyoung never dressed up for anything. Not even to the formal events your college hosted.

Realizing that, you decided to listen to him and accept the clothes. You let Wooyoung dress you in the outfit he’d picked, and he helped fit and adjust it so it looked good on you. He accessorized you as well, with a couple of necklaces and rings.

You had to admit, when Wooyoung was done with you, you looked much better than you did before. Much more worthy of a fancy restaurant dinner.

Wooyoung also put a coat over your shoulders. “To match the outfit,” he commented.

“I have a jacket, Wooyoung.”

“Not one that goes with your clothes.” You rolled your eyes, but buttoned up the coat regardless. He had a point, sure, but you mostly just wanted him to shut up.

You and Wooyoung made your way to the front door and waited for Seonghwa.

“How do you have all these nice clothes anyway?” You asked, remembering that you never asked what Seonghwa did for work. With his nice house and Wooyoung’s extensive wardrobe, he had to be doing something amazing.

“My mom is a model,” Wooyoung says nonchalantly, looking at his phone.

Oh. Of course he was.

“What does he model for?”

“Mostly shoes, but he does a lot of other stuff. He has a couple deals for a few different luxury brands.”

Of course he does.

As you were about to continue, you heard a bedroom door close, and the familiar click of heels across the hardwood and down the stairs.

Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa came down the stairs. Good Lord, he looked fucking stunning.

He’d dressed himself in black slacks, a white, long sleeved turtleneck, and heels. Heels.

His silky black hair was curled and fell down in beautiful waves, his bangs framing his face perfectly. A few gold chains hung from his neck and rings on his fingers. He’d even put on makeup, with small wings by his eyes and sparkly eyeshadow, with sparkly, glossy, pink lips.

You had a sudden urge to kiss him.

You knocked yourself out of your daze when Seonghwa came over to the door. “Are we ready to go?” He asked as he reached into the closet for a coat.

Wooyoung pushed off the couch, already having a coat like you did. “Yeah, we-” And then his phone began to ring. “Oh-Sorry, let me take this.”

Wooyoung took a few steps away as he answered the call. “Hey. Oh, no. Oh, that sucks. Do you want me to come help? Yeah, I can come over. I’ll be there soon. Okay, bye.”

“Who was that?” Seonghwa asked, fixing his coat, which was white and fluffy, and long enough to cover his entire body, leaving it open. You tried to focus your attention on Wooyoung instead, who was putting his phone into his coat pocket.

“A friend from college, he needs me to come over.”

You had a strong feeling who that “friend” was.

“What happened?” You asked, but Wooyoung was already making his way to the door hurriedly. You grabbed onto his arm to stop him, and as he looked at you, you could see in his eyes that he was scared.

There was genuine fear there. Your stomach suddenly filled with dread wondering what could’ve happened to this unnamed “friend.”

“I’ll explain later, I just really have to go.” He pulled his arm out of your grip and opened the door. “I’m sorry, you two should still go enjoy dinner!”

“Wait, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa tried to stop him, but Wooyoung was already gone.

And you and Seonghwa were alone. As the silence stretched on, another realization dawned on you.

You were about to go to a restaurant and have dinner with Seonghwa. Alone.

“Well,” Seonghwa began. “Do you still want to go?”

“Yes,” you blurted, way sooner than you wanted to. Seonghwa’s lips curved up into a smirk.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore, sweetie. He’s gone.”

Your heart stops and you can feel sweat break out all over your body. Of course he knew, of course he’d seen how you were avoiding him and being shy around him. But you weren’t prepared for him to confront you about it.

And all that you can say is a soft, strangled, “What?” Seonghwa laughed softly and closed the gap between you two, standing over you. He made you feel so much smaller than you already were.

And you wanted to grab him. Desire burned in your bones to reach out and hug him, pressing your face into his chest, being safe and happy in his arms, letting the rest of the world fade out.

But you held yourself back, and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. And he was loving the panic in your eyes.

“You can relax. It’s okay.” Seonghwa grabbed your hand and held it gently. “Enjoy this night with me.”

“But Wooyoung-” You tried to argue, but Seonghwa shook his head.

“He’s an adult. He’ll be okay. I’ll leave my phone on if he needs me.” He squeezed your hand gently. “Please. Come with me.”

And who were you to tell him no, when Seonghwa was asking you to go with him?

You followed Seonghwa into the restaurant, and you were already impressed in the first few seconds.

The entrance had little lanterns on the walls with candles inside them, illuminating the small hallway to the hostess stand and the rest of the building. There were large potted plants along the carpeted walkway, and the walls were adorned with large, gorgeous paintings of different landscapes and animals.

You stayed close to Seonghwa, but still far enough away to not touch him. He didn’t allow that, he grabbed onto your hand and laced his fingers with yours. The small gesture made your stomach flip over.

The hostess looked up and smiled at Seonghwa, and she started speaking in Korean. You heard her say “Mr. Park,” but you couldn’t understand anything else. Seonghwa responded, but there was a slight stutter in his voice.

You looked up at him, but before either of you could say anything else, the hostess motioned for you to follow her, and she led you into the dining area.

The dining area had the same theme of decor as the hallway. Dark moody lighting, lanterns, paintings and plants everywhere. The tables ranged in different sizes, from large to small, and nearly all of them were full.

But there was one open small table, with only two chairs with it.

You and Hwa took your seats, removing your coats first and leaving them on the chairs. You turned to Seonghwa and you nearly choked seeing him in the low lighting. Highlighting the bright parts and increasing the shadows, he looked like a character from a movie.

“It’s funny,” Seonghwa began, looking at you. “The reservation was under my name. For only two people.”

Your heart stopped for a second. And then you couldn’t help but laugh.

Wooyoung, the fucking brat. He set you two up. He was never going to come with you two.

Seonghwa laughed too, a soft, beautiful sound. “Did you tell him?”

You shook your head aggressively. “No, he told me not to.” And as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to you, and chills ran all across your body as when his eyes met yours. A smirk appeared on his lips again.

He was about to make a comment when a server came over and, in Korean, began to speak to Seonghwa. The look on his face disappeared and was replaced with a bright, award winning smile.

And somehow, jealousy began to burn in your bones, seeing the server clearly flirting with Seonghwa. You couldn’t understand what either of them were saying, but the way the server was smiling, giving him half closed eyes, laughing at what he said, it made you angry.

You balled your hands into fists by your sides, trying to keep your face neutral as the conversation went on. It was brief, but it was enough to piss you off.

The server walked away and Seonghwa turned his attention back to you. You forced a small smile and unclenched your fists. Seonghwa smiled back and crossed his arms, leaning on the table. You awkwardly kept your hands in your lap, not knowing what else to do with them.

“I’m sorry you’re getting left out of a lot of conversations. All I did was order for us, I hope you don’t mind what I got.”

“We’ll see when it gets here, won’t we?”

“Of course, we’ll see.”

And silence went over you both. You weren’t sure how to do this. This was less of a simple dinner and more of a date, and you’d been working to avoid this. But now you were sitting in front of him at a luxury restaurant waiting for food.

You had no idea how to fill the gap, since you hadn’t ever planned for this. You could see in Seonghwa’s eyes that he had ideas. But he just watched you.

He delighted in how you squirmed under his gaze. Holding eye contact, but nervously fidgeting and shifting around. Maybe he was just a little bit of a sadist.

“So,” he finally said, sitting up to take a drink of water. You let out a heavy breath and gulped, suddenly needing the water too. “Should I teach you a few words? Just for fun?”

“Sure.” You set the glass back down and put your hands back in your lap, still fidgeting with them. “That sounds fun.” You smiled, but it was weak and forced. Seonghwa was living for your nervousness.

“Okay, first word, eomma. It means ‘mom.’”

“Wooyoung uses that one,” you piped up. “I guessed that’s what it meant.”

“Yeah, that was easy.” He went quiet as he tried to think of more words to teach you, and one popped up in your head.

“What about the one you call Wooyoung?” Seonghwa looked at you, and his smile spread across his whole face.

“‘Nae sarang?’ It means ‘my love’.” His smile made butterflies burst in your stomach.

“That’s cute,” you squeaked out, reaching for the water again. Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled in delight.

“I thought so too,” he mused, leaning back on the table.

He was playing you like a goddamn game and you were falling right into it.

He was teasing you, toying with you. Trying to break you and admit that you wanted him as badly as you knew you did. He saw it all over you, but you refused to admit it.

But he’d made you. He knew he’d make you crumble for him.

“How about another cute one? ‘Jagiya’ means “baby,” like the pet name.”

The looks Seonghwa was giving you while he was teaching you these words was obvious. You knew the game he was playing. And you were powerless to stop it.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” you said softly. Seonghwa moved so he could prop his head up on his hand, under his chin.

“Why don’t you try it? Go on, say it.”

You gave your best attempt at the word, and Seonghwa’s heart fluttered hearing you say it. He was already imagining you calling him that.

And maybe someday, nae sarang.

No. That’s ridiculous. That would never happen. That’s not possible.

But what if it was?

The food came not long later, and the same server from before was the one to deliver it. The server was more bold this time, putting a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder while she spoke to him.

The jealousy bubbled up in you again. Aren’t servers not allowed to touch customers unless it’s an emergency? This had to be a violation of some kind. Could you report the server for being inappropriate? Maybe, but you don’t know how you would.

“Sweetheart?” Seonghwa called softly. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him. You realized the server was nowhere to be found. How long had you zoned out?

“Sorry, I-”

“If looks could kill, that server would’ve been dead and buried.” He said as he picked up a pair of chopsticks. He spoke so matter-of-factly that it almost sounds like a lecture. Your cheeks burned hot and you looked down at the food, which looked delicious. A noodle based dish. “Go on, try it. I think you’ll like it.

So you did. You struggled with the chopsticks for a bit before you got a hold of them, which Seonghwa found adorably amusing. You grabbed a small bite of the mixture and took a bite.

And he was right, you loved it.

“Oh, this is so good,” you mumbled as you continued to eat, trying to remember your table manners and restrain yourself. Seonghwa could only smile as he watched you.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You both ate with minimal talking. Mostly because you were starving and hadn’t eaten in a long while, and you were loving the food. Seonghwa didn’t mind, because he was happy enough being here with you.

You were adorable. Plain and simple. You were stuck in his head.

Which is why he wanted you to admit that you wanted him to.

You got back into Seonghwa’s car as he did, settling back into the seat.

“Thank you for that, Seonghwa.” You looked over at him. “I really appreciate this. This was really nice.”

“You’re welcome, jagiya.” He started the car and began the drive home. He’d made the drive many times before, with Wooyoung, who had set you both up. It’d be an interesting conversation when you both got home.

You were sitting in the seat beside Seonghwa with your brain shorting out from the pet name. Jagiya. You knew there was a chance he’d use it on you, but it still broke your brain.

“Jagiya?” Seonghwa called softly. He glanced over at you, and he smirked, seeing your eyes glazed over.

Seonghwa placed his hand on your thigh. Gently, very gently. He didn’t move, he just kept his hand there. Just a gentle, steady pressure.

But he felt how your thigh tensed under his hand. He glanced up at your face, and your eyes were wide and clear, but your hands were gripping onto the seat below you.

“Do you want me to stop?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“No,” you blurted.

It shouldn’t have made him so happy to hear that, but he felt the desire bloom in his bones. He gently squeezed your thigh, massaging it.

And it made fire shoot up your leg and all over your body. Your stomach was churning inside you, your head was growing light. You didn’t think you could melt so badly from a simple touch, but you felt like you were actually turning into a puddle in the seat.

Every night, all week, he was in your head. You were thinking about your night together. His hands on your body, his arms around you, how his touch lit you on fire. You craved it more than you knew.

Seonghwa’s hand moved up your thigh, and you couldn’t cover your mouth in time before the whimper fell past your lips. Seonghwa bit his lip at the soft sound.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” His voice had slipped into a deeper octave, something more sensual. “I wanted you back in my bed. Don’t deny it anymore, you wanted it too, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stifle the rest of the noises that tumbled out of your mouth. The constant circles he was rubbing into your inner thigh, right next to where you needed him most, mixing with his voice, his confessions, you were a mess.

A mess just like he wanted.

“You wanted me too, jagiya. You thought about me, you wanted me. You wanted me to fuck you again just like I did before.”

Somehow, you were back at the house already. You hadn’t paid attention, how could you? Your brain was wrapped up in Seonghwa, all in him. Just him, and how badly you wanted him again. He was right, of course he was.

He turned to look at you, with his eyes half closed, his hand still on your thigh. He squeezed tighter than he had before.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, jagiya. Tell me.”

Fuck it.

“I want you to fuck me, Mommy.”

“Good doll.”

You both quickly got out of the car and into the house. You pulled your shoes and coat off, and dropped it onto the couch. You turned to Seonghwa and choked on nothing as he stripped his coat off, tossing it aside, his eyes trained on you.

The only light in the room was a lamp by the door, making him look fucking angelic. An angel here for you.

He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall, his hands on your waist, his body pressed against yours. Your hands locked around his neck and pulled his lips to yours, beginning a messy, passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth.

Desperation clawed at you both like a frantic, wild animal. Seonghwa’s hands wander to your shirt, pulling it up and rubbing up against your skin, his lips traveling down your neck.

“You don’t want to go to bed?” You breathed, gripping onto his pretty silky hair.

“We’ll get there eventually, I need you now.” He gripped onto your waist again, pressing against you harder, almost pushing you up the wall.

Your legs fell open for him almost embarrassingly easily, but all pride had been thrown out the window.

Seonghwa’s hands ran down and grabbed onto your thighs, and you grabbed onto his shoulders, ready to jump into his arms.

Until you both heard the front door open.

You and Seonghwa both immediately jumped away from each other, trying to pretend that you weren’t just all over each other as Wooyoung came in the door.

Seonghwa had gone over to put his coat away, and flashed a fake smile to his son. They exchanged a brief “hi” before Seonghwa tried to cover up the sin you were about to commit.

“We just got home too! Did everything work out with your friend?”

“Oh, yeah.” Wooyoung took off his coat as well, and you couldn’t help but smirk when you saw his messy clothes. His shirt was untucked, his collar wasn’t properly fixed.

And oh, what’s that, just under his jaw? A little bruise. And how would Wooyoung get such a small bruise in a spot like that?

It took everything in you to not burst into giggles knowing exactly where Wooyoung had run off to.

All three of you agreed that everything worked out, everyone pretending they didn’t know anything about each other, before you headed up to your separate bedrooms. Not without you giving a little smirk to Wooyoung.

You’d give him shit in the morning about his dirty little secret. You knew you would.

But you were back in bed, laying awake, thinking about Seonghwa.

Fuck. This was a new level of desperation for you.

And realizing how badly you wanted to be back with him sucked any sexual energy out of you. You just wanted to be in his arms now.

As quietly as you could, you snuck out of your room and went to Seonghwa’s door. You didn’t bother to knock, you couldn’t risk waking up Wooyoung.

You slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Seonghwa was already waiting for you, and happily pulled his blankets back to let you into bed.

You crawled in and laid next to him, putting your head on his chest. He held you tight and close, and finally, what you craved was yours.

“Too risky to continue?” You whispered.

“Too risky,” he whispered back. And that was fine with you.

At least now you had him. You had his arms around you. You were in his bed. He was rubbing your back. Your head was on his chest. And everything felt right. Everything felt good.

Whatever your future held, you knew it would have Seonghwa in it. You would be sure of it. How could you ever let him go?

“Stay with me,” he whispered. “I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered back.

And you stayed.

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

#ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez ff #ateez x reader #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa fanfiction #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fic #seonghwa ff #seonghwa x reader #best friend's mother

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

"Better late than never" Part 12

Ghost gets a cold <3

Ghost got sent on a mission to Russia, it was supposed to be a quick job for Ghost and in theory, it was. He entered the hostile base situated on the northern side of the country, retrieved the documents Laswell needed and escaped unnoticed. The problem was that after he got to the safe “house” which most people would rather call a glorified shed in the middle of a forest, a goddamn blizzard began. 

So the chopper that was supposed to take him back to the base couldn’t land. Even Nikolai didn’t want to risk flying in that weather, so Ghost ended up stranded, freezing his ass off in that forsaken shack for three days until the storm passed and the chopper could land safely.

Not one day after he got back to base he was already feeling under the weather. The first thing Price asked him after he came back was if he wants to take a few free days. Of course, Ghost declined thinking he can power through it. Yet, he was feeling worse and worse with every passing hour and now he was miserable. He woke up with a stuffed nose, and a splitting headache while also sweating like he run a freaking marathon.

But did he go to Price to request a free day? Still no, he instead proceeded to get ready for training with Soap, ignoring the fact that he almost lost balance while putting his sweatpants on. He missed Soap even if he was gone only for a few days, especially since something shifted between them recently. He looked forward to that training and no flu was going to stop him.

He walked his way to the gym. Soap waited for him in the changing room already stretching, bending over and making his t-shirt ride up a bit. Ghost told himself that his heart beat fast only because he wasn’t feeling well.

“Lt! Ready for our workout?” Soap perked up when he noticed Ghost’s looming presence. “Although I must say, working with Gaz, Alex and Farah for those couple of days was a pleasant change.”

“What do you mean by that?” Ghost cringed at how rough his voice was, there is no way Soap didn’t hear how stuffed his nose was.

Soap’s smirk disappeared and he looked at Ghost unimpressed.

“I meant that they know their limits and don’t force themselves to do shit when they don’t feel well.” Soap crossed his arms.

“I don’t know what are you getting at, Sergeant.” He walked past Soap to the lifting bench, to avoid Johnny’s judging glare.

“You are sick, Ghost.” 

“I am fine.” He said, sniffling.

“You are already wet and you didn’t even move a muscle.”

“It’s hot here.”

“Ghost-”

“Will you spot me or do I have to ask someone else?” Completely ignoring Soap, he grabbed the bar.

The sergeant looked at the ceiling, asking whatever looked over them what did he do to deserve falling for someone as stubborn as Ghost. He went to stand behind the bench either way.

“Lik' talking tae a wall…” He muttered while focusing on Ghost’s weight lifting.

After a few lifts Ghost started to realise that it might have been a dumb decision. He had trouble breathing not only thanks to his runny nose but due to the fact that he had to breathe through his mouth, his balaclava got damp and clung to his face.

A cold shiver went through his body and he was ready to give up, and maybe go on a treadmill when he started coughing in a fit. His arms buckled under the weight and it would fall on his throat if Soap didn’t grab it in time.

When his hands were free he sat up straight still coughing.

“For fuck sake, Simon…” Soap patted Ghost’s back. 

“I am fine-” He coughs again.

“Ah kin see how fine ye are.” The Scot touched Ghost's hand, and was swatted right away. “Ye are boiling hot and nae in a good sense at the moment, ye are going to bed.”

“Johnny-”

“It’s not an argument. Ye either go to bed now or ah’m telling Price and he will put you on leave. Tae yer room- now.”

Ghost was a little taken aback at how commanding Soap got, but he also realized that he didn’t mind it at all, maybe he even liked it. Maybe. 

But Soap didn’t need to know that.

“Whatever, I have paper work to do either way.” He huffed and got up to go to his room.

“Sleep- not work, Ghost.”

Ghost only waved his hand and left.

But Soap wan now on a mission.

****

“Hi, maw! I have a wee question…” Soap called his mom, right after he left the gym.

He knew what he could do to get Simon back on his feet at a record speed. “Ah need yer soup recipe, my… friend is not feeling too good.”

“A friend huh? A special friend?.” His mother asked softly.

“A friend.”

“Och, yer something tae ca' me efter sic a lang time, ask fur hings 'n' nae even tell yer mither yer mukkers name!” 

“Mah, I called ye a week ago.”

“....”

He sighed resigned. “His name is Simon and he needs the soup, can ah get the recipe now? Please?”

“Ahh.. that’s a lovely name… Is he Scottish?”

“No…?”

“Well that's a shame… bit a'm sure he is a crakin' lad.”

“Mah.. he is not my boyfriend, don’t get any ideas.” No matter how Soap wished for it, they still were figuring out their… relationship.

“Och, bullshit ye wouldn’t cook juist fur ‘a friend’” 

“MAH!” Soap grabbed the bridge of his nose. “The soup, PLEASE.”

His mother chuckled.

“Ok, ok… let me think.”

****

Of course, the communal kitchen didn’t have all the ingredients his mother listed but he managed to make a good chicken soup non the less.

Making it took him some time, so when he entered Ghost’s room he expected the man to be asleep. It turned out to be wishful thinking, Ghost was sitting slouched at his desk, sniffling over his paperwork. His mask was nowhere to be seen as he had a handful of tissues pressed to his nose.

“First of all you were supposed to be resting, Two- aren’t you putting your balaclava on?”

“Do you want me to put it on?” He looked up at Soap.

Soap smiled softly when he saw Simon- very snooty and wet Simon, but Simon non the less.

“No.”

“Great, because it’s suffocating me.” He said relieved. “What is that?” Ghost pointed at the bowl Soap was carrying, reminding the sergeant how hot the thing is.”

“Ah, shit!” He placed it quickly on the desk, shaking his hand frantically. 

Ghost snickered at that, but it resulted in some coughing.

“Yer medicine.”

“You made that?” Ghost stirred it with the spoon.

Soap nodded.

Ghost tasted the soup and he sunk further into his chair as the stew warmed his body. It was pleasing and rich in flavour. 

“Thank you, Johnny… It’s nice.”

Soap beamed at the prize. “Ah asked my mah for help, she would make it way better. We don’t have everything on base, but I tried.”

Frow the way Ghost was devouring the soup, he didn’t mind at all.

Soap leaned on the desk.

“Will you please lie down after you eat?” Soap asked.

Ghost ran his hands over his face. “Soap, I am fine. I have been through way worse and I have work to do.” 

“Ye are a bambot! Bullets won’t kill ye, you will work yerself to death with that cold!”

“No one would care either way, Johnny.” He signed.

And that made Soap’s blood boil very quickly.

He grabbed his Simon by his shoulders and spun him in the chair so they were face to face.

“Wha-”

“Don’t ye fucking dare tae blether shit like that. Ah would care ‘n’ ah care aboot ye very much every bloody second. Not only me but our whole team, Simon.  We a' care, sae let yersel' be cared for.” Soap’s voice wasn’t leaving any room for argument, accent thickened, his eyes were set on Ghost’s- making sure that the man will understand how much he means to him. “You got it, Si?”

 Ghost looked at Johnny in awe, not able to break eye contact. He blushed not being able to understand what did he to deserve someone like Johnny in his life.

“Yes, sir.” Ghost finally whispered.

Both of them were surprised, by Ghost’s wording. Both blushing, not being able to hide behind a fake bravado or a mask. The eye contact broke.

Soap cleared his throat and stepped away.

“Then please go to bed already. Ah promise ye will feel better.”

Ghost did as he was told. He snuggled under the warm but rough military blankets. He left some space on the bed.

“Stay?” The question was hesitant- like the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Always.”

So Soap lied on top of the blankets, not yet sure how much touching Ghost wants.

He seemed content with that arrangement.

“When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to get sick.” The confession was unexpected, even by Simon. It just slipped out, his mind wanting to share with Johnny, explain why he acts the way he does.

Soap turned to look at Ghost. 

“What does that even mean, Si?”

Ghost fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

“You don’t have to explain-”

“I want to.” He cut in. “Just need to collect my thoughts… When I would get sick as a kid, my father would get furious. Call me useless or weak… He would get… aggressive whenever I would say I wasn’t feeling well.” He could feel Soap shifting beside him. “So I started to just pretend I am fine whenever I felt bad, but mom would always know something was wrong. My old man wouldn’t let her take care of me, saying she is going to make me even more useless. So… yeah.”

There was a silence and Simon began to worry that maybe he had overshared, made Soap uncomfortable.

But it wasn’t the case.

“Can I hug you?” 

Ghost didn't know that he needed it, but now that Soap asked he really wanted that hug.

“Yhm” That was enough for Soap to give him a bone-crushing hug. Ghost grabbed Soap’s shirt and hold on to it, hiding his face in the crook of Johnny’s neck. He took a deep breath of Soap’s cologne and the smell of gunpowder. This was nice.

“I would love to skin your father alive.” Soap squeezed him harder.

It made Ghost giggle.

“Get in line.”

I had SO much fun writing Soap's mom! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Have a great day/night!

#soap cod #soap mctavish #ghost x soap #soapghost #simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #ghost #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap x ghost #ghost call of duty #soft simon riley #soft soap #they are in love #bltn soapghost fic #soapghost fluff #soapghost fic

[idsfantasy]

i like your glam bonnie video because it goes into more depth than most, although i've noticed smth about everyones theories on him

all glamrock bonnie theories that i've seen look at the situation from a perspective of "murder mystery"

but glam bonnie isnt a person, he's a robot, more than that, he's an idea, a character. if he got killed, faz ent would just fix or replace him with a new one (they have plenty of spare endos, and casings are the cheapest part, the books show that they replace highly damaged glamrocks, and even ingame they talk about fixing shattered monty over and over cuz he keeps going on the catwalk. so it is 100% in line with faz ent to just fix/replace him)

whatever happened to have monty take his spot and remove him from the roster/branding has to be bigger than "he got nae nae'd real hard and is dead in bowling"

no clue what it would be, maybe you got some ideas?

Yeah, that's totally true. People focus on who killed him (myself included) but not why he would have been killed. Cuz with the wet floor bots, it definitely seems to be something important.

Issue is, outside of the wfb connection, I'm not sure what it would be. Was Bonnie protecting a kid like Freddy did with Gregory? Did Bonnie figure out something was up and try to get to the bottom of things? Not sure. Hopefully we'll be able to figure it out eventually.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #fnaf wet floor bot #fnaf ruin #ruin dlc #answered asks

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

Yknow, I think that at its core, YouTube has always been intertwined with its golden era, always connected to the voices of the past that linger on. As much as I’m distraught that MatPat is retiring, I know why. He’s joining the ranks of our favorite people who are just getting older, those are DanTDM, Stampycat, Jacksepticye (i cant ever spell his name right lol), Markiplier, and now MatPat of the Game Theorists.

i don't think that anyone manning the Theorist Channels will ever have the same gut impact that MatPat did. I think that at its core, youtube has fundamentally changed, wether that be for the better or worse. I think that while even after MatPats final theory releases, even after becoming GrandPat, I think that the new people manning the channels just can’t get the same huge impact that MatPat did

Part of MatPat’s impact was growing up with the channel, growing up alongside a channel finding its footing, finding its style if you will.

Know what? MatPat, Go and whip and nae-nae into the sunset, join the ranks of the voices of our past that have either been taken from us, simply hasn't had the energy to go on, and the voices that have gotten older, and grown up with their audience.

MatPat, thank you, thank you for creating childhoods since April 8th, 2011 <3

#MatPat #Game theory #Film theory #Gt live #Food theory #Style theory #feels respectful to tag in order of creation :>

[snootlestheangel]

Of Earthly Things

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

6: Search for the word “dream” in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

This reminds me of what Ghost's forest looks like. I kinda struggled finding the right things

And then I found this and I think it fits pretty well. Especially with the ending and Ghost having the life cycle similar to a Phoenix. Just Soap's constant state of awe over something so unlike his fragile human nature

Dream:

"I wonder if- nae, it doesn't matter."

"What?"

"I wonder if he dreams, like me."

This comes from the first time Soap and Simon are on an overnight assignment to handle a nocturnal creature. Soap talks about sleep and shares his theory about the guardian sleeps at night. (Simon sitting there like o.o) Soap, ever fixated on the idea of something so timeless as a guardian needs to sleep.

Theres more to this and it's great but I'm saving it ;)

#of earthly things #wip game #snootles's askbox #snootles answers

[charmedreincarnation]

I have a theory..

Affirm and persist was very popular because it’s easy to understand exactly what to do. You know you’re doing it when you’re doing it. It also brought about a lot of doubt because it was often used to try to force the 3D.

States are also obviously popular but bring about a lot more questions because it’s not super clear exactly what to do, when to know you’re definitely in a state, how to maintain, etc.

The void is SO popular because you’re sure you’re in it, and results are instant.

Yep exactly anon. Whatever you assume is easy will be easy. I’ve said this before, but all methods (even no methods) are the same key that opens the same door to your success. The void became super popular because it seems more feasible to believe that there is a form you can take to have your beliefs in an instant, rather than accept that you can have your desires in an instant right now, just because you can.

At the same time it’s that same mentality that keeps you from entering the void state in the first place. I personally don’t think putting it on a pedestal is bad thing or whatever as long as you work on your self concept and accept the fact that you’re god and can get your desires whatever way you want. But most people don’t want to do that, so it becomes super counter intuitive.

Same with people asking others to manifest for them when they don’t even believe the fact that others can manifest for you. It’s literally always in your belief. I hate to bring this back up since it’s over.. but even though unique probably lied about her entire experience, people still undoubtedly got in the void with her methods. Because you all believed in her and her methods. Now that she’s gone and outed.. I don’t see anyone using her methods for success stories even though they were working amazingly before? And it’s not possible for those methods to just suddenly stop being effective.

It’s because like everyone says, it comes from within. If you think it will work it will work. If you think that doing 10 push ups and doing the nae nae is a full proof method to getting your desires, then it will work. If you think robotically affirming is easy and is the key to getting your desires because science confirms repetition works, then it’s going to work. If you think states is the way because Neville Goddard says feeling is all that matters, then that will work. If you think you can get everything you want, no matter what method you do just because you say so, then that’s the truth and it will work. That’s why I don’t engage with the useless debates over methods or affiliate myself with states, affirmations or whatever bc it Fr shouldn’t and doesn’t matter. You do you, and it’s valid regardless.

And we should be happy it doesn’t matter. If you’re not methodical and we claim everyone is god, yet everyone had to use the same formula e.g sats or something, how would we be able to have our desired realities if we can’t even choose how to do it. I get it we all wish there was a rule book to manifesting but that kind of takes away the free will aspect, no? You’re gonna live your best life regardless and you’re gonna forget the method and time it took to get there, so we should all just chillax a little and enjoy the journey that I undoubtedly understand can be very annoying at times.

#law of assumption #void state #manifesation #law of attraction #reality shifting #manifesting #self concept

[eepsy]

My ass studied color theory and watching many YouTube videos to find a color palette I like on them…BUT WIP!!(nae nae)

Not just one skrunkly but two?!

#sun fnaf #moon fnaf #the skrunkly #twoskrunkly #fnaf dca #my wips #art wip

[ace-angel-judas]

Star getting the gossip that Jiyong is dating Sunhee from Jinae would have been an event

“I need to tell you something,”

“It’s one in the morning, Nae,” Star yawned, clicking on her night light.

“You sleep with a night light?” Jinae asked.

“You still sleep with a baby blanket,” Star shot back.

Jinae waved her hands, “Look, my brother is dating someone,”

Star sat straight up, pulling the covers off her body. Mino stirred beside her, opening his eyes, a confused look on his face.

“Why is Jinae in our room?”

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Star hushed him, “Whose he dating?!”

“Sunhee from SHINee,” Jinae barely kept in her squeal, “Can you believe it?”

“No way!” Star stood up, pulling a book from her bedside table drawer.

She opened it, flicking through the pages, “That was never a theory! I always had my bets on it being a foreign model, I never imagined Jiyong with another idol!”

Jinae stared at the book, “What the hell is that?”

“It’s my BigBang theory book?” Star answered, “It’s all my theories on the members and the albums! I have a whole chapter on Daesung and Queenie, did you know that Daesung went to every solo concert of hers in Korea and Japan during her last tour?!”

Jinae looked at Mino, “You knew about this?”

“She also wrote Daesung fanfiction,” Mino answered.

“Mino!” Star gasped.

Jinae snatched the book out of Star’s hands, “Wow.. this is.. extensive,”

Star fumbled with her hands, cheeks red, “Can I have it back? I promise I’m not a saesang-“

“Oh no,” Jinae pointed to the book, “Jiyong wouldn’t go back to that bitch,”

Star nodded, “So, he’s really dating Sunhee? Like, dating dating?”

“Her toothbrush is at his apartment,” Jinae whispered.

“Oh my god!”

[mjlovescm]

13- The high of mania

Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader

You knew since you were both young that Rue was, in Leslie and Robert's words, “different”. Meaning many things, and her spiral into mania and the investigation of the Nate and Jules situation was one of them. By investigation, you didn't mean anything regular or well calm. She wasn't gathering gossip on the latest bit of stupid teenage drama. She was investigating. Waking up at awful hours and going to sleep at worse ones, drinking coffee that was made with old coffee instead of water, and wasting all the ink in the school's printers to print hundreds of photos.

At first, you weren't going to say anything to let Rue play dress up as long as no one was getting hurt. But instead, this time, she pulled you in and gave you a three-minute-long ramble about how something was up with Jules and Nate. And honestly you felt kinda bad about how invested in it, you were after that. On top of that your dislike well now hatred for Nate Jacobs had only intensified.

After Halloween, Jules didn't go to school for a full week. And even though I sent her about 50 text, she didn't respond. I could tell something bad had happened. And that it had something to do with Nate. Tyler Clarkson was booked for assault. But this shit wasn't adding up. And I was putting together the pieces of the puzzle. I wasn't gonna stop until I got the truth.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at the annoying announcement that was being made on the P.A system. It was bullshit you knew Nate wasn't innocent, everyone knew. A notification pined your phone, and before you even looked at it, you knew it was Rue.

𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝

Although you were reluctant, you still went to the bathroom. You greeted Lexi and throw Rue’s cigarette away, only for her to pull out another one.

“Unless Jules is in love with Nate.” She says, striking a match and bring it to the loosely held cigarette between her lips.

“Why would Jules be in love with Nate?” Lexi asked.

“You should listen to me.”

“Bennett, the cigarettes are killing me.” Lexi walks away from Rue as she approaches her, and you smile, amused that the smoke was bothering her the same way it bothered you.

“Listen the night of the carnival she said she wanted to meet up with this guy she met online okay? He’s some fuckin’ jock, he’s from a conservative family, and they were talking and texting. They've been texting for weeks. And when I say Texting, I don't just mean regular fuckin’ texting. They were sexting.”

“Like Nudes.” You and Lexi say.

“Yeah. Side note, very nice dick. Very clean room.”

“Oh.”

“EW.” You mumbled.

“She never fucking saw his face.”

“Never?” You said surprised.

“Never.” Rue repeats.

“Yeah, so Jules was catfished.”

That was it, the answer was obvious, but in this state Rue took different routines to figuring this out. Quickly she tells you both, Jules went to meet the guy she was talking to, something happened that made her sleepover in Rues bed and that he didn't look like his pictures. It was literally the definition of catfishing, just with extra steps.

“No, but you know what his nae was?”

“Nate Jacobs.” Lexi Guesses.

“Not Nate Jacobs.” You guess.

“Tyler.”

“Like Tyler Clarkson.”

“The guy who got arrested for Nate and was fucking Maddy in the pool in front of him.” You spoke surprised you were surprised, somehow this was starting to make sense.

“You goddamn right.” Rue looks at the two of with wide eyes, and you could almost feel things kicking up a notch.

The next time the three of you met up was at lunch. Watching Maddie and Nate play all cutesy made you sick, so you focused on the task at hand instead. Which was mostly babysitting Rue. And more than that, listening to the theory she was putting together. The Tyler catfish account was one thing, but statutory being a lighter offense than assault after everyone saw Maddy and Tyler in the pool was another. It was a loose idea, but Nate was capable of evil things, so it made sense. Some sense. Some.

But her dragging Fezco into this made none.

“Yo, you hear this shit.” He calls to you and Ash from his grandma’s room.

“I don't know Fez it kinda makes sense.” You tell him, unaware of what she was asking of him.

“See, she sees the big picture.” Rue says quickly.

“Are you serious ? I'm not pulling a gun on nobody.”

“What!” You jump out of your seat and join the two in the other room. “Who’s talking bout guns?”

“She is.” Fezco nods to Rue. “Dumbest shit she said all fucking day.”

“You don't have to fucking point it at him. You could just-- You could, like--. You could flash it.” She demonstrates this by lifting her shirt slightly.

“You really have lost your fukin’ mind, Rue.”

“Fuck, it's a bad fucking idea, okay? I was just fucking spit balling, here.”

“How you start spit balling and go straight for guns.” You said to yourself.

“Fr.” Fez agrees.

“I mean he fucked with me, he fucked with Jules. And I want fucking revenge. Okay? Sorry.”

You both understood somewhat where she was coming from, but if Nate could get Tyler and Jules to work for him was fucking with him, really the best idea. No probably not. Fezco’s phone dings with a notification.

“Fuck mouse is here.”

A cold shiver of fear ran up your spine.

“The guy with--.” Rue circles her face with her finger, meaning his tattoos.

“All right, so stay in here. Be quiet--”

“Fez I can't say in here. Like I’m not good with awkward silences.” Rue cuts him off.

“Yes the fuck you can. Shh! Be quiet. Listen, I’m really serious right now. You just need to sit your manic ass down, and be quiet for five fucking minutes, Rue. I'm not fucking playin’ with you.” He tells Rue before turning to you. “Watch her and don't come out till me or Ash come back in here.” He turns back to Rue. “Sit down and shut the fuck up.” He says before slamming the door shut.

You left your seat from beside the bookcase and cover Fezco’s grandma’s chest before sitting at on the edge of her bed. Rue took the empty seat and maybe for a second she was fine, but after that she quickly left the room. And in a panic, you followed her. The conversation coming from the living room seemed tense, but right now you were too focused on getting the hell out before you or Rue was seen by Mouse.

The two of you find your way into an alley and Rue stops.

“Rue, I’m tired of shit, okay, let's just go home.”

She stares at the sky but doesn't respond as she can't hear you or maybe doesn't want to. After a moment, her gaze returns to the ground, and she begins to walk with a defeated tone handing over her. It stays that way until you got home, she crawled into her bed and that was the end of it. Well, you thought it was the end of it.

Next chapter ;)

All chapters :)

#black fem reader #fezco o'neill #mjlovescm #euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco

[ratuszarsenal]

sorry for the ask overload :(

no reason to be sorry my friend, I just couldn't answer all of them since I had to be up at 6 today. the inbox is open for a reason >:)

I love your analysis of the 'I could nae remember ye were just a bairn ' moment. personally the moments where david receives help from strangers are some of my favourite of the book - I love Riach as a character - and it's interesting how that is true parallel to David's attempts to be seen as a serious adult. I think he expects general decency from people, but never on account of his age, and he's eager to prove himself as a capable young man, which is partly why, I think, that alan treats him as his equal and why that dynamic works so damn well. it's very strange that the italian translator decided not to use bambino for that moment? I have to check what the Polish translation decided on (and I'll report on it of course)

davie is So delightfully strange and a huge YES to what you said about their relationship being 'neurodivergent who never speaks, neurodivergent who never shuts up solidarity'. so true. if you want to write about how the 1995 film deals with this then the inbox is still open! I will watch the film today hopefully

all in all many a good point raised, I'd love to know what you think about the Covenant crew too - there was an old theory that I read on @pyshechkapushkova's blog iirc that Ransome is named this way because he was essentially david's ransom to leave the ship? in any case I loved that part of the book and if you have any Thoughts, feel free to come back

#seriously you had some very good analysis #I'm saving all that #sorry everyone this is a kidnapped blog for now #ask

[sprite-real]

Mother, I’d like to remind you of my fictional husband’s crimes <3

Attempted mass murder

Murder

Organized crime

Fraud

Attempted populicide

Maleficium

Abuse of Power

Stalking

Defilement

Aiding and abetting

Attempted theft

That is all <3

Let’s not forget about the possible cannibalism as well lol, from what you said were other people’s theories anyways

Other than that get it LmAo 🗣 *whips and nae naes*

#q&a #just talkin #what a simp #genshin impact #childe #genshin impact childe #my daughter is a simp #a childe simp

[unlimitedhorsepower]

heres my wild t&b2 ending theory (sorry this is a joke kinda but also like oof that shit hurted) (but spoilers still so a readmore)

Just saw a post that said some shit like "t&b2s portrayal of abusive parents is so interesting with how the children remain compassionate towards their parents. Tender...you saw it with Yuri and lara" (written in a way that implied this was Purposeful and Good instead of Pure Shit)

Well since we're just making shit up now this is what REALLY happened in t&b2 btw

Ryanyuri was real and lifesaving because Yuri was like life literally can't get worse xoxo but then this happened to him

Spontaneous thought he had while trying to think of a serious monologue and like oh bother.... kotetsu & barnaby can't help him now. Better fake his death asap... that's what we saw

Ryan was doing his part by making sure he was wearing his tightest shirt and Yuri had a pair of secret binoculars he was using to see his boobs from across sternbild. (He has special eyes, you wouldn't get it)

Not like Ryan had anything better to do when he was in his apartment thinking about how hard it is to be a guy who would love to catch Gregory and maybe kill and maim him a bit too but ach nae better not do that bc I need to stay here to protect karina to undermine my feminism moment about not needing to protect karina

He did that for the misogynists in the writers room!... he's always playing both sides so that he can come out on top... King!

That's also why he off-screen smoked fat blunts with kotetsu and barnaby to commemorate Apollon trio so understandably none of them was reacting fast enough to anything and just saying random shit and going to eat lunch immediately like they got hungy

And after all cour2 was just a really wacky prank sequence given how OOC everyone was acting so like I know this happened too...

Can NOT wait for the secret movie they're about to release in which Ryan and Yuri have gay sex though, it's a really avant garde direction to take t&b in but kinda like gay rights of them you know?

Source: I saw it in a dream. Don't worry about it. My uncle works at t&b. I'm really good at media literacy so you just don't get it like I do

#???

[blueonwrestling]

wwe ppvs are just no heart or soul these days, just content.

all fart nae poo.

just a bunch of do nothing shite thats there to waste time and make up content until the next show and the next show and the next show and the next show and the next show and the next show.

a babyface cashed in on another (so called) babyface and it was just accepted, plenty of “you deserve it” chants from the fans, does anyone care about the chase? does anyone care about yet again the women’s money in the bank being a useless prop to transition the title to another women booked squarely in the middle of the card for the past 3 years?

why not let liv HOLD ONTO the briefcase for a while? is it just so we can get it back on charlotte?

and as for fucking austin theory the fuckin’ good for nothing industry plant shitebag.

no logic, no nothing.

all a bunch of NONSENSE.

another case of wwe’s ppv’s not mattering.

#wwe #money in the bank #liv morgan #austin theory

[stars-below]

i don't know how much overlap there is between the ofmd fandom and rdr2 fandoms (or if modern reader aus are a common thing- i haven't encountered them elsewhere yet) but...

The next thing you know, you're warm, and while not /dry/ not completely soaking either.

You sit up, trying to get a look around and-

"Be ye Man, Spirit, or Selkie?"

Suddently there's a tall man pressing into your personal space. He stares down at you with eyes seemingly ready to pop out of his skull, and stands with his .

"I-"

You can't get out more than a squawk of confusion out before a voice from behind the man draws his attention.

"Actually I don't think that it's possible he's a selkie." For a half-second the second person seems reasonable. "Seeing as there isn't such a thing as a male selkie, is there? Or mermaid either, that's why there always trying to seduce sailors, isn't it?"

A low rumble of disagreement from the several people you now realize are gathered at the far end of the room, seemingly having sent the man in front of you to delegate.

You hear a wid barrage of theories about your apparent situation, from - to wondering if you're under some sort of curse, all cut short when the man at your side gives a sharp reply.

"Except for the fact that there /is/ a male equivalent to the selkie; that bein' a Sea Lord!" The man calls back, with all the familiarity of an argument long-repeated. "Though the title does nae mean he's born of any sort of status neccesarily."

That sends a ripple of disagreement through the group, and you can't help but be a litle mischevious.

"Yes." You eventually manage, pulling your voice as deep as you can. "Something like that."

A [knowing] nod from the man. "And I suppose you'll be in search of your coat, then?"

You go blank at that, but the man doesn't seem to care if you have an answer or not. Instead, he turns back to the other end of the room, where a figure has emerged at the door.

"What's going on down here, guys?" The figure asks, his , "I thought we'd agreed to let the [stowaway] [rest for a bit]?"

"He claims to be a selkie, Cap'n." The man at your side states, completely disregarding the question. "Likely tossin' him overboard now would be [highly cursed]."

The man- who you can now see is [notably] more [well-dressed] than the men around him, as he steps closer into the light- gives a small sound of disbelief, face wrinkling in confusion, and instantly you want nothing but to confound him further. "A selkie? Buttons, I can't imagine that's *real*?"

"Oh, they're definitely real, captain," the same dissenting voice from before pipes up, met with a murmur of agreement from the room, "and it's actually good luck to keep a selkie around. Usually don't hear about them on ships though."

You shrug at that, not liking the implication of being a living luck-totem, but knowing that it's your best bet to not get tossed back into the sea.

The captain gives you a scrupulous look, but he doesn't really seem to know what to think either way. His gaze flips from you to 'Buttons', and then back to the group gathered behind. You wonder if he's actually in charge here.

After a long moment, he seems to make up his mind. "I don't suppose you have any experience in more, ah, *niche* forms of work here on the high seas. For example, say, piracy?"

His tone is, if anything, hopeful, and there's a collective groan from the otherside of the room, making the attempt at 'deception' largely futile, but the captain doesn't visibly react, still waiting on your response.

You nod, making no move to give an example. You've had more than you're fair share of on-the-ground managers in training in your time, and it's not *technically* a lie.

#ofmd #reader insert #trans mas reader #wip #fic preview #in other news andrew the neosmart is *hella* helpful actually