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thewormformerlyknownasletojrjr · 1 year

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Sometimes self care is rewatching Dune (2021) and going on and on about ‘the symbolism of this or that’ or how ‘something here is a nod to the sequels’ or ‘look how the casting characterizes the house atreides’ or ‘the music here is phenomenal, it foreshadows gurney’s fate later on’ or ‘I think the difference in the vocalizing in the soundtrack here is deliberate’ until whoever you’re watching it with is ready to commit murder to shut you up.

But it’s just so phenomenal that you can watch it and catch new things each time, the visual and auditory storytelling in the background gives you so much! All these little things that go unnoticed until you see and want to jump out of your seat at them, let’s talk about that.

Let’s talk about how Jessica is always hooded when her scenes are associated with her Bene Gesserit powers and upbringing, how you can literally watch her out her hood down or up mid scene as she transitions from mother and concubine to an obedient disciple, how it foreshadows her struggle in the books all the way through Children of Dune.

Let’s talk about how well done the foreshadowing of the jihad is, how even this early on we can see the start of what is integral to Paul’s conflict in Messiah, how that feeling of helplessness about a destiny he doesn’t want will keep him frozen and unable to stop what’s in motion, how Messiah is such an incredible book because it ties into the dystopian trope wherein revolutionaries become like those they once revolted against, but how it’s so much more fascinating than some of the ways we see it in modern dystopias, because it’s the main characters who are following the pattern, not just watching in horror as those they fought with change for the worse, but actually experiencing it, horrified at what they’ve done and what they will continue to do, frozen and so unable or unwilling to do what needs to be done to stop it, how the movie is still in the stage where they are noble and valiant, but it makes sure to show the dread of what it coming, how it does such a good job of showing the burden of foresight that is so integral to Dune, the way that even as they see the future and can attempt to change it, they know that no matter their decisions, horrible things will come, how it shows Paul as scared hating the power he was given and blaming his mother and her aspirations, how the atreides family never wanted to be great, they wanted to be good, how Paul is coming to see that great and good cannot always coexist, how you look at this boy and you can genuinely see how he will become the man saying ‘Believers, all of them’ how Dune is such a hard story to get right because you watch someone devolve and stand by why horrible things are done without seeing him as a terrible person from the start, without the boy and the man seeming irreconcilable from one another, how the movie actually is on the right track even though the end result is unpalatable to the majority of society, how they are showing the white savior trope in a way that is thus far complaint with how it is deconstructed later on, how they have the epic notes of the beginning without going in a direction that makes the ending impossible.

Let’s talk about how they cast the Atreides family as beautiful people, but not soft, not tamed to modern standards, aristocratic in their looks in such a way that you believe they have been nobility for centuries, maybe millennia, slightly untouchable, dangerous, like those in power during the Italian Renaissance, how Paul looks young but also ethereal and formal, the balance between boy and duke and messiah in his appearance, how Leto’s hair and beard make him not only regal but worn by politics, cold and formal yet fatherly all at once, how Jessica’s ghostly pale complexion nods to her Harkonnen ancestry in the books and how she is beautiful in a way that seems not entirely human, how the other members of the Atreides house are each unique and full of character, not designed to fit a palette or aesthetic, whereas the Harkonnens have an eerie similarity that shows how little they value free will, how the Harkonnens are not dramatized to emphasize their characterization but rather understated, devoid of emotion save for rare explosive moments, how they echoed this in their design, making them blank slates, taking away rather than adding, leaving them almost human, but not quite, enough to trigger that ancient animal instinct in a person that says ‘something is wrong here, something is dangerous’ rather than making them fit in with the conventions of a time period or trend as to how to look evil.

Let’s talk about the soundtrack, how the epic music playing when House Atreides lands on Arrakis is echoed as Gurney and his men charge at the Harkonnens who so greatly outnumber them, how this not only ties you emotionally to the battle, hearing this dying cry of the Atreides, more so than the music continuing to be dark and foreboding through it all, but also how it foreshadows the survival of Gurney and the small group of men with him, living to reunite with Paul later on.

Let’s talk about how throughout the soundtrack we have women vocalizing, the emphasis on the power of the Bene Gesserit and how in Leto’s death scene we diverge from this trend, how he was so powerless against all these grand plans but he still took a stand, still ended things on his own terms.

Let’s talk about how Jessica doesn’t answer when Leto asks her to protect Paul as a Bene Gesserit. Let’s talk about the bull and the matador, the symbolism there. Let’s talk about the emphasis on medieval and renaissance headdresses on the Bene Gesserit, the significance of choosing attire from a time when the Catholic Church was in the peak of its power. Let’s talk about the nods to Gurney’s music. Just, look at all this stuff in the movie that you barely even notice, the first time. All the planning that went into it, how to fit in all these little nods, how to stay true to who the characters are in the present while also beginning to show who they will become. Let’s talk about it.

Though maybe not to the people I was watching the movie with. I don’t actually have a death wish.

#dune #dune frank herbert #paul atreides #children of dune #dune messiah #lady jessica #leto atreides #dune 2021 #visual storytelling #soundtracks #movie appreciation #wow this got long #that part in messiah when he says ‘believers’ hits me like a punch in the gut

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animeyanderelover · 5 months

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Anon: May I please request Eren, Mikasa and Armin with a scientist female s/o who is a scientist and half-human, half-robot from a futuristic, dystopian world where everything has advanced technology? The s/o was sent to other planets to explore and discover new life forms and ended up in a whole other galaxy.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessiveness behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, manipulation, threats, isolation

Otherworldly Scientist s/o is half-robot

Eren Yeager

👊It's all jumbled in his head. Past, present, future... It has become all the same to him and Eren is barely able to navigate through his own knowledge and perception of the paths. Yet you... Where do you come from? He can not see you there, inside his head you don't exist, have no spot in the timeline. So what exactly are you? Where do you come from? For the first time in years, Eren can not determine the present not the future as you are a mystery, a phenomenon even the Founder Titan can't see in his abilities. An otherworldly being from a place he can't perceive nor predict. Obviously this imposes a threat on his plan as he can't tell what will happen now since your presence has already changed the future he thought was set in stone. Yet despite all the Yeagerists viewing you as a threat to their plan, as a threat to Eren, Eren himself can't help but feel something different. Obviously initially he doesn't trust you as much as you are something that defies the laws of what should be possible, your body partially made of highest technology.

👊You aren't part of the timeline in his head so you become a pillar, a sign that when he is around you, he is in the present as you've not been part of his past nor are you within the future he sees in his head. You defy his abilities and despite all the fear and caution surrounding you, Eren can't help but suddenly feel a sliver of hope. Hope that maybe the future he thought was unavoidable isn't set in stone after all. You possess knowledge and technology far above what this world has to offer and despite his best attempts to push his hope down, he can't help but wonder if you could help him, save him from his own mind and impending death that crawls closer and closer. Around you the future seems to be still changable instead of one big prediction he has to obey like a slave. The future surrounding you is painted in black, unpredictable and for that full of chances and different ways to go about it. There are options. There is freedom because of your existence in his world.

👊Listening to your stories of your own world, the advanced technology and the fall of your own world in chaos and the end of humanity as he knows it are engrossing and his heart aches when he sees the sadness and defeat in your eyes. Eren's world is filled with life and death, natural things that your planet has lost long ago so despite the terror of his world, you are amazed with everything. This world must look like paradise in comparison to your own world and suddenly he has an idea, a change of heart. He begs you to stay here, help him with your knowledge and the technology you brought with you to create a world where everyone can live a better life free of the fear of war and sudden death. You could stay here with him, live a life worthy of living instead of returning to the hell that your own planet has become centuries ago. He wants it, Eren wants a future with you where he can stay with you for his entire life and suddenly the acceptance he thought he had developed for his own death crushes his soul and heart. He's scared, desperate. So stay with him. Help him. Save him from a fate that was forced upon him and that he has been carrying around all by himself for so long.

Mikasa Ackerman

🧣Imprisoned upon discovery, you are a well-kept secret within Paradise Island as you are an abnormality, something that shouldn't exist. Your body made of flesh, blood and metal and your flying ship with which you ascended from the sky all defy everything they thought they knew. Whether you are a friend or foe has yet to be decided and for now you're kept isolated and imprisoned in the cells. You possess a vast amount of knowledge and inventions far above what Paradise Island has so many try to convince you to work for their course, under them the fraction surrounding Mikasa. They plead for your help to assist them with their task yet your eyes are drawn to Mikasa, the woman who is fairly quiet and often just observes you. Looking at you is sometimes hard for her as your body is human yet also not human, some parts of you modified for scientific purposes as you've told her on a couple of occasions when she came to visit you alone to ask questions she couldn' ask in front of the others.

🧣It surprises her to discover how much human-like you still are and you catch her within her surprise when asking her if she expected you to merely act like a machine as parts of your body have become one. She never admits that to you but you sense slight guilt as she acts a bit more friendly around you after that. Still cold and quiet but a welcoming presence nevertheless in your life which hasn't been this peaceful and quiet in a long time. When you confess this to Mikasa she can't help but wonder what must be going on in your world to describe hers as tranquil and the mere imagination of what your own planet might be like resorts in a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, a lump of nervousness and concern for you. You notice an increase in her visits as both of you often just sit in silence with you occasionally telling her a bit about your own world whilst Mikasa just sits there. It's alright though, you know that she's listening to every word you're saying.

🧣Out of the blue, she promises you one day to make sure to release you from this cell you're locked in, her dark eyes looking at you with an emotion you've never seen anyone expressing in your world before. Infatuation. Suddenly the woman who has been keeping it quiet in regards for you for such a long time suddenly grows active and demands you to be freed. No one knows where this sudden burst of desperation to get you out of that place came from but Mikasa isn't backing down. Hell, she'll break you out of there herself if she has to. The only reason why you haven't done so yourself is because you've come to this galaxy for peaceful purposes and she's boiling with anger on the inside when seeing the Yeagerists coming up with all sorts of excuses why you can't be released. You have more humanity inside of you than all those delusional bastards combined. It's going to be alright, she promises this to you often whilst looking at you through the prison bars separating the both of you. She's going to free you, is going to protect you from anything that tries to label you as a monster and tries to take you away from her.

Armin Arlert

🐚He's send to talk with you when you first land on Paradise Island, ascended from heaven itself as some people rumor. Armin is polite and friendly yet also observant and careful around you when he meets you for the first time. He has no plans to harm you though as he wants to discuss what your purpose is for coming to Paradise Island. It quickly becomes clear to him that you aren't associated with Marley nor with anyone else on this planet. You confess everything to him rather openly in exchange for him providing you with information on his planet. It's hard to believe at first but after considering it and you showcasing him the mystery that is your own body and some of the inventions you have on your starship, it doesn't look all that ludicrous anymore. You've come from an entirely different galaxy and have just gotten lost on your mission of researching new life on other planets. Instantly the chance if you were to stay and support them becomes clear and Armin gives it his best to convince you to stay here a bit longer.

🐚You're fine with it. In exchange of letting you research as much as you want, you provide information yourself and actively get involved with leveling their weapons and technology up, fascinated and bewildered with some of the stuff you find there as this would be ancient for you and far too inconvenient on your planet as it has evolved to high technology. You sense Armin's blue eyes on you though, sense his curiosity and so you invite him to join you on your starship as you spend hours in your laboratory, collecting data and examining plants and animals there, even Armin is being made a bit of a test subject but you promise to not hurt him so he carefully agrees as you use machines on him to measure his brain activity and circulatory system. To your delight he isn't only curious but also smart as he memorizes what you tell him and asks you questions of his own which you gladly answer. Soon Armin even decides to lead you to some places outside of your starship as he hears that life and nature have ceased to exist on your planet in favor of technology.

🐚Astonishment of what you and your planet are capable of gradually fade away to horror as you reveal more and more about yourself and your world. Life doesn't exist, even the concept of emotions has been deemed unnecessary on your planet as only technology and science are what makes the world. It helps him understand why you are so fascinated with the simplest of things in his world and his heart beats faster in his chest when he manages to amaze you with something and sees the childish thrill in your eyes. You can sense it, his accelerated heartbeat, his dilated pupils and the hormones his body is releasing which triggers feelings of euphoria when he as much as lays eyes on you. Armin is in love. With you. You don't tell him for now as that may change his behavior around you, you want to observe for a while longer. You notice his cheeks blushing, how he stumbles over his own words when you're physically too close to him. Yet you also notice how he often talks with you about staying longer, carefully choosing his words to convince you to just stay and never return to your old home and seems awfully anxious when not around you, his body in distress. You wonder if love is supposed to work like this.

#yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere snk #yandere eren #yandere eren yeager #yandere mikasa #yandere mikasa ackerman #yandere armin #yandere armin arlert

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mingiswow · 1 year

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Color this cold world | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader (reader has a vagina)

Genre: smut, post-apocalyptic, dystopic, porn with a little of plot

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons, fight, blood, wounds and murder, mentions of father and mother figures, reader doesn’t believe in god, reader is shorter than him, many pet names it gets sickening, not proofread, smut

Smut Warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight degradation, Yunho has a big dick, uses of pet names (baby, bunny, etc), semi-public sex if I forgot anything let me know

A/n: I’m going through a Yunho and Seonghwa brain rot ever since the concept photos were released and when the mv came out I HAD to write something. It’s not completely inspired by Ateez universe (also because I still don’t understand a single thing about the storyline and tbh gave up, I’m too old for this lol), but a little inspired by the mv, and the dystopian novels I grew up reading, so if anything sound similar it might be that.

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammatical error

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⇉Minor DNI ⇇

You paced around the little room. The skin around your nails already hurting from how much you’ve been biting them while waiting for any news from your boyfriend and his friends.

You looked over the small dirty window and saw the grey and ashy sky of the country. You don’t even remember seeing the sun, ever since the revolution started years ago and the opponent side won, the world have turned into a big mess of ashes and destruction, the few pieces of vegetation existing being the small weeds that besides all the pollution and destruction rose upon the cement cracks and dry soils. They are, somehow, the reason you still believe in a better future. And Yunho.

You still remember how you met him and the others, your father was one of the heads behind the rebellion against the state, always busy trying to make this destruction stop. He was a very smart man and raised you and your older brother alone after your mother left you three to run away with the chief of the opponents when you were born. Your dad recruited young children and teenagers who wanted to fight, and Yunho was one of them.

He was your age, his chubby cheeks fuller to make him look stronger but his eyes and the way his knuckles were white from hilding into a fist betrayed him.

The first time you had contact was when you helped his wound a few months after he joined the rebellion, you were one of those responsible for the nursing, alongside his friend Jongho, that joined with him.

“Are you okay, man?” the younger asked and he nodded, clearly scared.

“If you want to be part of this, you’ll have to be stronger. The state army have no fear nor remorse, not even for young people like us” you stated as you prepared the gauze to clean the cut. “I know it’s hard” he nodded and held all the pain he could. That day he promised to fight not only for his family and friends, but for you as well.

As the years passed by, the young chubby boy you used to know grew to be one of the best body combat fighters as well as shooter, his body now tall and well built made every one swoon over him. When your dad and brother were killed, Yunho was the one that held you close and wiped your tears, the one that soothe your pain away and made sure you were strong enough to go back to your duty as the head nurse. All while assuming the combat training chief position.

So when you looked at the watch in your wrist and saw that Yunho was more than half an hour late you panicked. You didn’t even believe in god but started praying for him to come home safe and sound to your arms.

Him, Seonghwa, Hoongjoong, San and Yeosang went to a mission on the frontier a week ago and you marked to meet in the spot this very day at 3pm but so far no news of him or the others. The minutes seem to pass one by each hour yet, at the same time, to fly fast.

It was past 4pm, your eyes betraying you and watering down on the thought of losing Yunho, the hope was almost gone but then a loud noise scared you. The first thought being that they came to get you. The enemies. You stood quiet in your corner of the room, listening to the noises that seemed to be happening a few floors under the one you were. You hugged your legs and more tears spilled as you expected the worst to fund you.

And then you heard silence. Everything went quiet. The only sound being your fastened heartbeat and steps that came closer and closer by second. You closed your eyes and waited.

“Yn? Yn, are you here?” You recognized Seonghwa’s voice and immediately jumped into his arms to hug your friend. “Hey hey hey. It’s fine, big brain. We’re back” he hugged you back and let you cry on his shoulders seeing how overwhelmed you were.

“What happened? Why are you guys late? Where's the rest? Where's Yunho? Is he okay? Please tell he’s fine and safe and-“

“Yn, calm down” the tall man held your shoulders. “We were surprised by an enemy troop while almost arriving at the gates. We had to wait till we could attack”

“And what were those noises before you entered?”

“There were more of them waiting for us here, thankfully they didn’t know you were here as well otherwise…” he went quiet and you understood what he meant. Seonghwa always has been the reason in the group, always making sure everyone was both physically and mentally well.

“And where’s Yunho? And the others?”

“They are back at the HQ, Hongjoong, San, and Yunho were hurt a little. But they’re fine!” He was quick to add seeing your eyes widen when he mentioned your boyfriend’s name. “Let’s go back eh? I know you want to see him” you nodded and quickly started to go down the stairs, a few dead men over the floors and some of your people collecting everything useful they had.

You couldn’t help but notice the number of dead men, especially on the first floor and your heart squeezed thinking about how many of these Yunho and the boys had to fight knowing that they were at a disadvantage. “There were many but you know how good San is with traps and Yeosang in bulk killing” Seonghwa spoke as he could read your thoughts. You nodded and sat in the passenger seat of his van, more anxious than before.

As soon as the van stopped in front of the nurse HQ you jumped out of the vehicle and ran to find Yunho.

“Wing four” you hear someone scream to you and you went straight to the place.

You opened the door and there he was, sitting naked on top of the doolie, his back facing you and you could see some cuts, burns and scratches. He heard your footsteps and turned around, a smile finding its way on his lips amidst the dry blood and wounds.

He left the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him and before you could even think about hurting him more, you ran to his arms, burying your face in his chest and crying all over again.

“Sh, little one. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere” he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“You scared me, I almost thought I had lost you” you confessed to him, feeling the anxiety finally leave your body, legs becoming a bit weak after the tension vanished.

“I’m not going anywhere, love” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes and wiped your tears, his smile never leaving his lips. “I love you too much to simply leave you like this, you have to make more effort to get rid of me”

You chuckled, even after being beaten and hurt, even after almost dying, he still had the energy to be playful and make you feel better. “I love you so much, Yunho” he nodded, pecking your nose. “I love you too, my love”.

You kept in each others’ arms for some time, just enjoying the presence and warmth of your bodies before you remembered you had to treat his wounds and clean him.

“Go to the bath to clean the dirt and relax your muscles. I’ll grab the things to clean your wounds and patch you up, k?”

While he did as you said, you grabbed the necessary items from the other room and prepared some ointments and medications.

“Were you waiting for me to come and stitch you?” You asked as you entered back the room, putting everything in its place and going with gauze and some antiseptic spray to disinfect the cuts and bruises. You sat at the edge of the tub, bending towards the bigger cut in his chest.

“Always. Only my little bunny knows how to treat me” he sniffed your neck making your skin shiver.

“You could have had an infection with that” you could feel him tense up his muscles under your touch as you spread the ointment and analyzed if it needed stitches. He smirked when he saw you bite your lips when you felt his broad chest in your hands. You always have been obsessed with Yunho’s body and, for some wicked reason, every time you saw him with some type of bruise your body heated all up knowing that those were symbols of his strength and that he could kill someone with his bare hands.

“I knew it was not that bad. Besides…” he slowly ran his fingers through your exposed arms and legs, the hairs getting bristly at the touch. He smirked. “I was dying to touch you”

“You almost died and that’s all you can think of?” you were scolding him but deep down your thoughts were the same. Such as that you locked the door before entering the bath area. That also didn’t go unnoticed by the man.

“Of course! What if I died before claiming you mine one last time?” He put you on his lap inside the bath, wetting your whole uniform.

“Yunho! My clothes!”

“I’m gonna take them off anyways, bunny, you won’t need them to be dry” his lips attacked your neck, kissing, licking, biting, marking you like a hungry animal with his prey. “The last thing you should be right now is dry”. You threw your head back and enjoyed the touch of his lips on your skin. You had missed him dearly.

His hands started to roam your body up and down and you could feel and see his erection underneath you. The cold bath water already welcoming the warmth in your body, cooling the fire that seemed to consume you both.

Finally, his lips met yours, hungry and desperate, fighting against yours as he needed your air to live, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. His hands held your hips strongly and started to rub your clothed core against his dick that you could feel hard even under the thick fabric of your pants. “Fuck baby, all I could think about while fighting those men was coming home alive so I could fuck you senseless” Yunho whispered in your ears as he kept you rubbing yourself on him. “Did you miss me, bunny? Did you miss my cock buried in your pussy?” You could only nod, too caught up in the feeling building at the pit of your belly. “Are you already close? Are you that cock starved that just rubbing your cunt on me is enough?”

You did not answer, not being able to form any sentence, everything coming out of your mouth being nonsense babbles and moans.

It didn’t matter how many times Yunho had touched you or made love to you, every single time felt like the first. He had a special power in making you putty in his hands just by touching you, whispering dirty things into your ears. He knew exactly how to get you worked up and desperate for him.

But on his side it wasn't any different. Every time his nervous system felt the texture of your skin on his hands it was like he had never touched something so sublime, it was almost as if he could taste you in the tips of his calloused fingers. The roughness of your skin was something he could only feel by touching. The years of helping people and handling the apocalypse that became this earth marked up in your body, in the way your skin reacted to his touch, the scars of your own battles adorning you like you were a hand-crafted fabric. He loved each and every part of you. The visible and invisible signs of your strength, determination and will. He loved the strong and determined person you were. He could admire you for days but he always thought that nothing showed his love and adoration for you as the way he made love to you.

And that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

The man started taking your wet clothes away from your body, slowly, feeling every inch and bump from your skin. The shirt being the first one, the fabric clinging to your wet body like a vice but Yunho was more vicious than a simple shirt.

Your chest, now fully in disposal, rising up and down with your uneven breath caught his eyes immediately and he listened to his intrusive thoughts and dipped his face in between them, smelling your scent and enjoying the warmth of your skin.

You reached his face and grabbed with both hands, making him look at you. His eyes black, dilated with lust yet still covered in love. “I love you, Yunho” you spoke in a whisper, joining your foreheads. His smile was bright as he nodded and joined your lips in a slow and sweet kiss. The one he expects to feel the day you get to get married. “I love you too”.

He kissed you again as his right hand enclosed what he could get of your left boob, squeezing and massaging it. You cut the kiss to breathe, throwing your head back. Yunho took advantage of your position to put your other breast in his mouth. Sucking it, biting it, and licking it. You were far too gone in the pleasure, your hips starting to move again on top of his dick, making him moan on your chest, the vibrations sending shivers down your body and concentrating in between your legs, your walls closing against nothing.

Your boyfriend kept his assault on your chest for a few minutes, enjoying the way he could make you squirm just by playing with your boobs. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

When he was satisfied with the purple marks all over your chest he lifted you both up from the tub and took you to the bed he was previously on, sitting you and standing between your legs. He started kissing you again, his mouth and hands eager for you. “Baby please do something” you moaned against his mouth and grabbed his hands to put on top of your clothed core. “I need you"

“Your wish is my command, Princess” he gave you one last kiss before getting on his knees and taking your pants and panties off. The cool air hitting your labia and making you shiver in anticipation. He gently opened your legs more so he could be inside them, his lips ever so gently touching your inner thigh. Yunho was a strong man and he knew you loved when he used that on you, so he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to his face, thighs resting on his shoulder as his lips finally touched where you wanted the most. His tongue licking from bottom to top, lapping every single drop of your wetness that rested there. To him, your taste was the same as dionysus wine should taste, bittersweet, intoxicating and addicting, he could live just with your taste.

His fingers spread your labia open as he made sure to give a powerful suck at your clit, a particularly loud moan leaving your lips as you quickly covered them trying not to be too loud. He kept his assault at your clit, alternating between circling and licking up and down and left to right, spelling the whole alphabet against your little bundle of nerves that sent desperate signals to your brain, the fire in the pit of your stomach rising dangerously fast. When he felt you squirming against him, he held you down on the bed and lowered his attack to your hole, entering it with the tip of his tongue, provoking you, tickling your insides, making you want more.

“Baby, fuck, please” you managed to moan out in midst all the pleasure. “Do something, please” he chuckled but nevertheless he gave what you wanted, what you needed, and started to fuck you with his tongue, thumb going to your clit and drawing circles to help with your pleasure. Your moans started to get louder and louder, your hands that covered your mouth were now attached to your boyfriend’s hair, pulling his face closer to your vulva. You were so lost in the feeling. The fire in your belly snapped and you came undone in his mouth, him never stopping his movements, riding you through your orgasm. His mouth then replaced his thumb and he inserted two fingers knuckles deep inside you. An obscene scream left you as you felt your belly tighten again.

“You’re doing so well for me, bunny. Such a good girl taking everything I give. Can you give me another orgasm, huh?” His deep voice praised you, his fingers going faster and faster inside you, your clit swollen and sensitive from all the pleasure and friction against it. Your voice betrayed you, a high gasp coming out instead as you nod your head. Legs shaking on top of his shoulder.

Soon enough another orgasm waved through your body, leaving you already in shambles on top of him. Yunho helped you ride out your orgasm again, this time stopping his ministrations and getting on his feet again.

He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself in his tongue, your mind dizzy with pleasure. “I could taste you all day, bunny. But my little friend down here needs a little help” you chuckled at his words and pulled him close to you again, locking his hips with your legs and rubbing your sensitive vulva on his dick. You hissed at the feeling, still sensitive with the previous orgasms. “Can you take me, Princess? Or are you still too sensitive?”

“I can always take you, baby” you grabbed his dick in your hand and started to put the condom on him, torturing him with how slow you were sliding the piece and how sometimes you’d squeeze his member in the process. “After all, you were the one who got me addicted to your dick, isn’t it? Made me your cock slut”

“Fuck yn don’t talk like that” you smirked at his reaction and aligned the tip of his dick in your entrance.

He slowly pushed inside you, the burning of the stretch making you lay your back flat on the bed, hands grabbing the sheets. To say Yunho was gifted with his dick was just a fact. He was just the right size for you but it was the girth that always made you cry. In a good way. In a delicious way actually. No matter how much he preps you, stretches you open with his fingers, nothing will compare to him slowly entering you until he’s balls deep inside you. He always waits for you to get used to his size and start moving by yourself.

“You are made for me, baby bun. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He pulled you by the back of your neck close to him, foreheads glued as your eyes stared at each other. His hips ever so deliciously moving at a punishing slow pace, getting as deep as he could.

“Faster… please” you moaned and threw yourself back against the bed, back arching with the feeling. “Need… more…”

“Is my baby cock drunk already? Can’t even speak properly?” He mocked you but still gave you what you wanted, pistoning his hips against you, one of his hands going to your clit and the other wrapped around your neck. Your eyes rolled at the overstimulation, feeling so much at the same time. “Good god bunny you look so hot right now. Wish you could see yourself, all fucked out and cock dumb for me. Such a good girl. Go on baby, cum for me again. I know you can do it” you nodded desperately, a string of whispered yes leaving your lips as you felt the burning feeling take you over for the third time and snap a few minutes after. Your juices starting to fall down your legs, an obscene squelch sound reverberating in the room as you weren’t even able to moan anymore.

Suddenly Yunho took his dick out of you and before you could even question it, he turned you around, bending you on the bed, legs falling wobbly from the edge. “I’m not finished yet, bunny” he spread your ass cheeks and entered you again, the new position and the sensitivity almost knocking you out, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as he went even faster this time. “If you give me another orgasm I’ll reward you. So be a good girl and cum again, okay?” You nodded, body too weak to resist.

Yunho then slithered his hand under your chest and pushed you flush against his chest, his hand once again going up to wrap around your throat, getting you even more dizzy and light headed than before.

“Yunho… p- please” your voice was hoarse and low, the next orgasm ready to snap at your pussy once again.

The man wasn’t so far from coming himself, his cock twitching inside of you and you both could feel your highs approaching and his thrusts losing its rhythm. He let go of your chest and neck, letting you fall limp onto the bed as he grabbed your hips to get more stability.

He kept thrusting, a bunch of profanities and praises to you leaving his mouth as he came, his hips losing its speed but going as deep as he could. His right hand reached your clit with some difficulty and started playing with it to help you reach your high as well, his hips never stopping its slow and deep thrusts.

Within seconds you reached your fourth and last orgasm of the night. Your whole body aching in delicious pain and overstimulation. Little whimpers left your mouth and finally Yunho stilled inside of you and felt on top of you, his weight being comforting against your completely gone body.

“I fucking love you so much” he whispered against your ear, leaving small ticklish kisses against it.

“I fucking love you so much too, Yunho” you smiled against the bed, sighing happily.

After a few minutes he lifted himself and got out of your body, going to the bathroom to take the condom out and clean himself. He damped a piece of cloth and came to clean you, careful not to hurt you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to exist after today” you chuckled as he cleaned you, your whole body aching now that the pleasure was gone and the adrenaline went down.

“I’m sorry, bunny. I went a little overboard” he gently kissed your shoulder blades, caressing your back.

“No, I loved” you tried to move but your legs were still weak. He grabbed you and put you on top of the bed, throwing the wet cloth away before laying by your side and cuddling you. “I missed you so much” you whispered as you played with his fingers wrapped around your tummy.

“I missed you too” he deep sighed and held you stronger. “I just want this to end so we can have a peaceful life” you nodded, your eyes getting heavy. “I can’t wait for us to be free and have a huge farm with many animals and our little kids running around and playing with no fear and worries in their life” Yunho nudged his face against your neck, scenting you and feeling his chest warm with love and hope.

“Soon, baby. Soon” you said as you both drifted asleep, both dreaming with a better world and a future together.

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"Have you guys seen yn?" Jongho asked his friends as he helped the hurt soldiers that came back that day, San hissing at the feeling of the antiseptic spray sting. Seonghwa just chuckled as he exchanged looks with San and Yeosang. "Again? Great! Now I'll have to clean all that wing again because Yunho can't hold his dick inside his pants". The man rolled his eyes as the others laughed at how predictable the couple was.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x yn #ateez scenarios #ateez one shot #ateez reactions #ateez #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho x yn #yunho scenario #yunho one shot #sorry if this sucks #i had to take out of my chest #and pants lol #anyway #i'll probably write one for seonghwa as well

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This is from a while back buy I'm super curious, why do you hate Fahrenheit 451?

Hahaha. Oh Fahrenheit 451.

So I just read it for the first time this year. All I knew about it beforehand was that it was a highly praised classic, often taught to people in high school, and that it was a dystopian novel that involved bookburning. I thought that because of these things it was going to be like a 1984 book about how censoring literature for containing controversial material, regardless of the context/meaning/purpose of the story, is a dangerous thing to do. Something that is probably good to think about and continue to teach kids!

Instead what I got was some half-baked dystopian world that is very much just Ray Bradbury whining hysterically for several hundred pages about how TV is rotting everybody's brains. ESPECIALLY the brains of women/housewives, it seems. Society is burning books in the novel mostly just because they can't be assed to read anything anymore now that TV is here, so they make it highly punishable by law to read at all? And somehow erase all record of people ever reading for pleasure in less than a couple of generations (there are old people in the world who still like reading, so it must have been fairly recent - but I don't know, the worldbuilding really doesn't make a lot of sense and left much to be desired for me).

The scene that really cemented my hatred for this book is the one in which the protagonist (who very randomly has an epiphany that reading is actually GOOD because of an underage manic pixie dream girl neighbour who flirts with him) barges in on his wife trying to have a nice time watching TV with her housewife friends and rudely shuts the TV off and forces them to have awkward small talk with him instead. At some point one of the housewives mentions having C-sections when she gave birth because she was scared of being in immense pain (which somehow is supposed to help prove to the readers what godless lazy morons people have become since the invention of TV? As if C-sections aren't often medically necessary and also a painful major surgery). The protagonist then yells at his wife and all her friends, calling them monsters, then starts forcefully reading pretentious poetry to them. The whole time my jaw was on the floor and I was not on his side at all, like. OMG! Shut the hell up and let the ladies enjoy watching a show together and to have a C-section when they give birth if they want to, hahaha. It was like the cringiest r/iamverysmart thing I'd ever read...

THEN to top it all off there was an afterword by Ray Bradbury where he essentially blames minorities, POC, and women for being the enemies of "good aesthetics," which is apparently the main "censorship" he's concerned about in books:

I enjoyed the prose in the book and some of the more creepy off-the-wall parts of it, like The Mechanical Hound (a robot dog with 8 legs that runs around and euthanizes whatever its programmed to smell). But overall I thought it read like the temper tantrum of a conservative asshole man-child who doesn't bother recognizing his own privilege and who looks down his nose snobbishly at anyone who doesn't share his hobby of reading or his exact taste in literature. The argument the book was making didn't ring very true to me, and the dystopian future it presented didn't make a lot of sense to me, so the fact that this is STILL considered one of the best books of all time really annoyed me and threw me for a loop. 😅

#ask #anon #books #p

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respectmyhustle · 1 year

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the internet is too much all the time for no reason and I hate it so much I've decided to accept my fate an participate in my own supposed most non embarrassing way.

my participation on the internet is minimal and discreet. under 300 followers on my main Instagram account which has one post and I never post on my story. my shit posting account has less than 20. I have no internet friends. no one will read this. and yet I consume. I consume everyone else. I am a cannibalistic voyageur. but because I know this blog is essentially just speaking to myself but in a obscene way cause I'm not whispering, it's just that I have found a space where no one cares to listen. this is from me to me for me because of me. hypocritical and self fulfilling at the same time. I also have bad memory (a side affect of my unhealthy digital diet) so this is from past ken to future ken. who obviously since you're reading this we are two different people because you are surprised at the words being read as they are somehow new and unfamiliar and yet we are the same person. lol.

I also don't like social media as it truly does feel like a dystopian religious affair. be honest, BeReal™, cancel culture, moral policing. show who you love, let me see what you got for Christmas, tell me about the time you had sex and cried because you came so hard and someone in the comments will tell me Jesus loves me. I can see people shoot themselves and can see wars are happening but then I swipe past them and watch 7 Korean men dance on stage singing a song about a love affair that ended in pain and because I can't understand, I just dance along to the future bass melody. I'm like what are we doing??? like what am I doing??? what's the point ???

I feel like a god seeing everything and not knowing what to do. the joy and the pain, coexist in too close a space in time because of tiktok and short films and songs under 2 minutes that have been sped up and reverbed and yea wtfed??? I know everything and yet my mind is completely devoid of anything. my phone a place of privacy from my real life, opens up an exposé about other people's so called real life.

why do I care? why do I love it and hate it and it makes me broke (trying to keep up with stupid microtrends that i can never seem to embody properly) and teaching me how to make money (thank you white investerbro) and connecting me to others while separating me wheter is through race class or gender. it's too many things at once.

who was I before this place? and would it be okay to leave? can I kill myself online? digital death and social suicide mmhh how painless would that end be? could I actually survive (I'm too scared to find out) okay after all that it's funny cause I'm posting this and going to keep scrolling. I am insufferable. I am not god, I am a slave.

#if you know you know #if i have to suffer so do you #life is crazy #help help help #emergency intercom #fan #happy new year

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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The Tenth Tier

The Tenth Tier by Ria Hill

So uh, this is not the usual angsty fantasy romance I put here, but rather some dystopian horror. Apparently every so often I do need some Fucked Up Shit :) If you’re also interested in some Fucked Up Shit, read on.

In a society where death is orchestrated by the government, the Tiered system keeps people honest. It keeps people from running. It keeps people scared. Lawrence Nero will never forget the day six years ago when the mysterious Captain Black appeared at his home to “retrieve” him. Lawrence didn’t go. Now his little sister, Amy, is volunteering to die for the same government agency that has been after him since he ran.

In the future, the government controls the population by deciding who gets to have children and who dies. When your name is called, your time is over, and the more time you waste when they come to get you, the more unpleasant it will be - the “tier” increases. Tier ten is for those who run and are brought back. No one knows what it means, but there are rumors...

The story follows the lives of four people, all entangled in this system in their own way. There really isn’t much about it I can say without spoilering a lot, and that would take the fun out of it. For the same reason, I can’t really give content warnings; but I can say that nothing is graphic, and the ending was better than I had expected :D

And that Amy has my whole heart.

[ID: The book cover shows a closeup of a hand, knocking at a wooden door. The person knocking seems to be wearing a suit. The title of the book, “the tenth tier”, is written across the door, and the text “a novella”, as well as the author’s name Ria Hill are written at the bottom of the cover. End ID.]

#salad-books #The Tenth Tier

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twisted-tales-told · 10 months

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Thank you @boydykepdf for the (forced) tag I totally did not hold them at gun point I promise

A book that pleasantly surprised you: The Book Of Dreams by Nina George. She was a new author and the plot seemed a bit wishy washy but the way it explores the unconscious and experience of those within a coma vs those outside of it was SO interesting and complex. She also explores neurodivergence in a very interesting way with one of the characters having synesthesia. Considering my girl Nina George dropped out of school incredibly young this book is very scientific in it’s exploration and understanding of how the brain works.

A book that disappointed you: I was really let down by an autobiographical graphic novel called Blankets by Craig Thomson. It starts off so wonderfully exploring his relationship with his younger brothers, but then the majority of the book is really not about that and is about a fling he had with a girl for two weeks, and I just feel like he was really scared of exploring his familial relationships in it. Which. I guess valid but I felt disappointed for him because of it.

Current read: *cw for racism* I’m all over the place. I just finished the first poppy war books but I don’t have the next ones yet so on paper I’m reading a book called Gutter Child by Jael Richardson which is a Black Dystopia, I would describe it. She explores the history of racism within this created dystopian world where every black child is born with an acquired “debt” and they have to work to pay it off. We follow a young child named Elimina who is being admitted to one of these training schools to prepare her for a life of work and paying off her debt. It’s incredibly heartbreaking and well written, I really recommend it (mind the content warnings)

On iBooks im reading The Captive Prince! It’s a trilogy im only on chapter 3 but the world is fascinating but definitely not for the faint of heart.

Books on TBR: so many but mostly ones I’ve told my friends I’m going to read. Both Kerry and Soph have recced me books that seem so fucking interesting I must devour them! Also I want to reread annihilation because I didn’t read it as thoroughly as I wanted. I only had like 3 hours to be fair.

An author you’re loving: Neil gaiman. I just will read anything he writes forever. Every single one. All of them. Also if M.L Rio ever writes again I will be picking it up. Also R.F Kuang, I will be reading yellowface as soon as I can. I also want to read anything Jael Richardson writes in the future.

Rec a book to the person who tagged you: Rae I’m reading u the book: balzac and the little chinese seamstress. It takes place in a work camp in the 1970s in china and follows two boys who have been exiled from the capital and find this suitcase of illegal translated books. The narrator is kinda a 3rd wheel between his friend and the girl he likes, who is a seamstress. The book kinda feels like it’s wandering around a lot as you read it but I really love the ending even if it is a bit predictable.

It just feels like these two hopeless boys find something that is so priceless in this fucking horrible situation.

Tagging: @messrsage @sophsicle (do ur school readings I dare u) @euphorial-docx @motswolo

#Rae tag #ask game

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sunny6677 · 1 year

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Villainy - A Spooky Month AU.

TWS: MURDER, TORTURE MENTIONS, INSANITY, DEATH, A DARK AU IN GENERAL, PUMP AND SKID KIND OF HATE EACHOTHER IN THIS, EXTREME VIOLENCE, VIOLENCE, ETC.

AU Backstory: The Cult ended up taking over the town, causing it to be like some sort of dystopian society. As a result, many of the people there have been mentally fucked up due to the cults actions and gruesome sacrifices.

Summary: Its the future—Roy, Robert and Ross are sort of criminals/robbers now due to The Cult sort of fucking them up enough for them to be that way. They rob a bank together one night, but end up being caught, and arrested by the now cult-controlled government. They are thrown into jail, and do plan on busting out of there—but for now, all they do is rest.. until suddenly, in the middle of the night, Roy hears a slightly loud sound. He assumes it to be an officer, but then is proven wrong when a familiar person walks in front of his cell with the most polite yet scary look on their face. It's Skid! But he appears visibly.. different. He reveals that he's been a criminal too this entire time, though they never catch him due to him being good at escaping. He's well known amongst all of the criminals of the town, but his name is not known, meaning as of now, Roy is kind of the only person who knows its him now. Skid tells Roy that he needs him for a bet/deal between him and Pump, and that he's going to bail Roy out of there. Roy refuses at first, saying that his buddies will have to come too, but Skid seems insistent on them not coming. After a while, Skid just threatens him with a weapon, and Roy just accepts his fate. Roy comes to accept his fate slowly, and begins to basically kind of work for Skid so Skid doesn't have to get his hands dirty when it comes to things he has to do. Due to this, he bumps into Pump plenty of times—who appears to also be.. different. Long story short, Roy sort of sabotages Skid, and ends up escaping and bailing his buddies out—but now Skid is pissed off due to "losing the bet between himself and Pump". With all of the other spooky month characters that he had met while being forced to work for Skid, he has to stop him and Pump so they don't destroy the town entirely. They do end up managing to be able to—and ,a age to defeat the cult as well.

Personalities of the characters that have changed:

Skid: Passive aggresive, polite, sarcastic, very manipulative, intelligent, kind of sassy sometimes. Gets really tense when talking about his mom or the cult. Can't decide whether he hates Pump or not. Power-hungry, and fully intent on actually taking over the entire town one day.

Pump: An absolute maniac, off the walls insane, even more so than Skid. Trigger-happy, a bit murderous, sassy, sarcastic, and has a bit of anger issues. Most of the time he hates Skid, but sometimes he treats him like his bestie. Is actually very intelligent, though he doesn't use it as an advantage very often. Will go legit nuts if anyone mentions the cult or his family.

Fates of the characters:

Lila - She's dead because she was murdered by the cult—this is why Skid is very tense when speaking about her.

June - Missing.

Hatzgang - All three of them actively oppress the government that had been forced upon the town, and actively despise it, so they show it in their own way by committing small crimes like stealing stuff or robbing banks. They are still good friends even so, though they do argue a lot more, they care about eachother a lot though.

Skid - The top criminal in the town—he has gotten his way multiple times, and will get it again if he wants to. He is constantly hiding and on the run so he never actually gets identified, since he's kind of scared of that. Both he and Pump want to take over the town someday, and actively compete against eachother in this sort of want. They can and will fight eachother, but will treat eachother like besties the next moment like nothing happened.

Pump - A scientist, but also a criminal. He has managed to cover up most of what he has done, and takes out his anger by committing crimes. He sees Skid as sort of a rival almost, and plans against him most of the time. He has a laboratory that he has mostly taken as his home and hiding place—since he rarely leaves there anyway.

Kevin - He began to go into hiding, but obeyed the government out of his own fear, especially considering with what happened to Streber and what they threatened to do to him afterwards. Is in constant mourning due to Streber being gone, and hasn't stopped grieving since the moment he died.

Streber - He was killed by a cult member.

Susie and Pumps grandpa - They were both killed by the cult, right in front of Pump—they forced him to watch, so this is kind of why he's been driven insane.

Frank - he vanished mysteriously after a bit, so no one knows what happened to him.

Rick - Is living with Kevin due to the cult members kind of taking his house from him. Don't ask, you don't wanna know why they took his house. /j

Clarification: Both Skid and Pump can't exactly decide what their relationship is, since it goes through dramatic mood swings due to them both being insane. Sometimes they'll be besties and help eachother out, and sometimes they'll despise eachother and actively try to destroy the other and whatever they're planning. Yet even so, they still call eachother friends—even though they aggressively taunt eachother all the time, and have nearly killed one another multiple times.

Designs for Skid and Pump(purple suit is Skid, lab coat is Pump):

#read the tws #villainy au #spooky month #spooky month au #spooky month skid #spooky month pump #au

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 1 year

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i couldnt stop laughing at the basically “kissing up the homies to hide the women” theory. it also made me feel kinda weird however like this is the world we’re living in? MEN HAVE TO HIDE THE WOMEN THEY’RE GETTING INVOLVED WITH (heterosexuality getting that closet treatment) it’s so very dystopian but also so fcking funny. these are grown men doing all of these things and for what: fame, money, fans lol. i mean at the end of the day rather than “damage control” it just causes more damage. so many 2nd gen idols were publicly involved w ppl. like g dragon and miko kizuhara that was very much fcking public with photos from thousands of angles they didnt seem much bothered and im sure theres many others. no need to directly confirm anything (it can be kind of unsafe for the woman involved) but atleast dont do all these things thinking ppl wud actually believe ur ass

It really does sound crazy to say it "out loud". It makes sense in my mind, but actually saying it to other people makes me feel kind of insane. It's also one of those things that if I saw someone else say, I'd roll my eyes so hard and think that they're stupid 😭 that's why I keep delulu thoughts to myself. Because I know how hard I'd judge people if it were someone else saying it.

Definitely, any damage control in situations like these (dating) only causes more damage in the long run. It might be enough and it might work for the near future, just to get people off of your back, but ultimately following your rumoured girlfriend on instagram and then acting like the app suddenly came to life and threatened you into following her and you were just a victim, it just enables people to keep thinking they can dictate what you do and who you date. Situations like that also continuously feed a wrongful idea of who you are. I mean, Taehyung "accidentally" followed two people, and people reacted the second time based on the way HE reacted the first time around -acting like a victim, like he didn't know what he was doing.

Anyways. Fact is that idols, male idols especifically hide their relationships all the time. Period. How many idol groups are there and how many do you know have girlfriends? Yeah. Do people really believe that the 30 members of NCT are celibate? Or that they're all gay because they were never seen with women? Without going too far, just take hybe groups. 7 men in BTS, 13 in seventeen, 5 in txt. That's 25 guys who've never dated publicly but they've most certainly been in relationships.

Male idols just don't admit to dating women, ever. Sometimes they get caught dating and they either deny it or confirm, like gdragon and miko who never confirmed but the info was out there. The great majority just gets secretly married because their girlfriend got pregnant. It's not even just idols, actors and actresses too. There are several, seriously so many hot, rich male actors well into their 40s who were never seen with girlfriends. They're not all gay, and they're not all virgins. It's just the way Korean entertainers go about their life.

So I've always thought the pity parties BTS shippers throw for their ship were so ridiculous, because it's not like taekook are in love and having the worst time of their life because they can't hold hands publicly (only) because they're gay. If they were dating women you wouldn't know it either!!!!!!!!!! Jimin and/or Jungkook could very much well be dating women for years and you wouldn't know it unless they wanted you to know or unless they suddenly messed up and got caught. It's not that they have to "hide" because they're so scared of homophobia; trust me, if they have girlfriends they're using every possible method to go under the radar. Like, do people honestly believe that Jimin, who doesn't even show what color his walls are, would willingly say "everyone say hiii this is my girlfriend."

So in the end idols are also straight people having to have secret dates and secret partners because that's what it's expected of them, OR they could simply not want to talk about their private lives.

Obviously if a gay couple unfortunately "gets caught" is a whole different story, but let's pretend for a minute that being gay and straight is the same -BTS members love life IS and WILL remain a mistery no matter their sexuality. So the pity parties never made sense to me, "it's so sad that jikook have to hide" "they can't be themselves" "they have to be careful". Girl! If they are sleeping with women you would not know either and they would hide anyways.

Not to mention that gay couples within group of friends go sooooooo easily under the radar. I was in a relationship with my female friend for years and nobody knew, our other friends thought we were just like that. After we broke up, I told four other friends and only ONE, literally only ONE friend was like "I suspected something was going on". I'm talking about people I went to school with, people me and my girlfriend hung out with for 8 hours a day, and then whole weekends, have sleepovers, people we traveled with. In the same way, nobody is ever getting suspicious about a BTS member going into the house of another BTS member, be for fucking real. So I don't get what's all the fuss and the sob stories about oppressed BTS ships.

Normal people in the real world sometimes look at BTS and just see friends; shocking, I know.

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the devil : is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit?

judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ?

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From canon, Piter is implied to be addicted to 'sapho juice,' a drug that boosts quick thinking by a lot. It's a highly addictive substance that will permanently stain your mouth red over time, & that's an ordinary tool of the trade for a Mentat. Seems pretty dystopian to me, honestly?? That something so invasive and personal is a normal requirement of showing up to work? I'm reading between the lines of Dune! I'm reading that neurodivergence is like a prized trait for a servant class that supplies intellectual workhorses for the ultra-rich! Like, the meritocracy aspirations of today's world are maybe just not there (bc feudalism) & if you're super smart or something it's like Oh! A Resource! Don't get me wrong, the Atreides main character family of nobles & their inner circle is pretty awesomely brain-weird too (they've got movie quote guy, compulsively moral guy, teenager who's so dang observant, woman who mysteriously fails repeatedly to get on peoples' good side even tho she means well, etc), so it's not like there are bold lines dividing classes by neurotype or anything. But dang, I just read a lot of thanklessnes into the Mentat role. (I'm imagining the more bitter folks have the inside joke that 'Mentat' stands for Managing Eminent Neurotypicals' Tasks, Albeit Thanklessly)

Piter is also heavily addicted to 'spice,' the setting's famous miracle drug that extends lifespans, lets you see into the future a little, and makes safe space travel possible. Rather than being an expectation, this is a very intentional choice, and a sign of his commitment to hmmm greed and hedonism. Like, this little man saw moderation and ran straight past it with his hands reaching out.

Lastly, in one of the scenes in the book where Piter shows up, he's being annoying & the Baron sarcastically asks him something along the lines of, "Are you high?" and mentions a third, completely unrelated drug. So I interpret that Piter is just really open to experimenting with drugs & that there are a few he's quite heavily addicted to. He already lives in a world that wants him to be addicted to drugs because it makes him useful, so I wonder if the rest is like, he might as well act like it was his idea. He's very evil & I don't write that as good (he is some sort of meow meow, i am microwaving him, etc etc), but like oh shit there's some righteous rage there.

judgement

Piter is hard on himself for making big mistakes, especially when it comes to not predicting or calculating things accurately. Part of it is the huge pressure to be useful, and the fact that everything from his basic safety to his absurd wealth is conditional on not only being useful but being extraordinary. Another part of it's pride; as much as he doesn't like the thought of being used, he truly takes pride in doing good work. Like, I bet he can play an instrument, I hc that he owns a racehorse, he has other shit going on that he might conceivably be proud of. But getting Results for his House is like the one singular situation where it's not just him patting himself on the back, he's really made an Achievement as defined by culture.

In many contexts though, he's got everything he needs to see failures as a natural part of the road to success. Like, okay! There's a problem or a goal & i am going to do a while loop about it.

I feel like Piter isn't one to get revenge against every specific person who wrongs him. In the book, the Baron laughs at him and tells him about a bet he made with someone else about what Piter would do in a situation. So he's not scaring people away from gossiping about him. In another part in the book, he says he'd really get a kick out of seeing the Baron's castle sacked and destroyed. I think his big grudge is against the Empire and the nobility, for all of the scary and personal ways he was shaped to be a tool for their use; and he'll never forgive that. I think he might be so obsessed with the specific wound and anger that minor shit still hurts but seems trivial.

#drugs tw #fluxofthemouth || headcanons #thx for sending!

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Jungkook: Starry Skies

•Dystopia • A/B/O • Mentions of folklore & religion•

In which Jungkook, alpha and member of a Nomad pack, stumbles across you, right before you run away from your Resident pack, uncaring of the risks you're taking.

Tags/warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, superstition, folklore and religion, violence, blood, fighting, dystopian future, fantasy elements, smut in future parts, fluff, angst, romance

"Oh my.." Namjoon gasps as he lifts some of the dirty blankets inside what's left of the wreckage they've found- checking for anything else after having buried the others.

It's an omega- clearly so, he thinks to himself as he see's the bruises on your skin, dirt covering you from the dust and scrap falling onto you. "They never stand a chance, do they?" Namjoon sighs, as Jungkook squats down, shaking his head a little.

"They all become too reckless these days. Poor thing." He says, before he reaches over to at least get you out of the broken wood and dirt- when he notices that you're not as cold as the rest of your pack. "Namjoon." He says suddenly, eyes becoming serious as he gets closer, inspecting you a bit more thorough. A hand on your neck gives him the final answer. "She's still alive." He says, and it makes Hoseok who stands close perk up.

"I'll make space in the carriage for her. Jimin! Come help me!" The beta shouts, the other one quickly complying as they climb inside, preparing a spot for you to rest until they'd reach fresh water, informing the rest of the pack of what's happened. "Careful.." He muses, as Jungkook carries you over, giving you into Hoseoks awaiting arms before you're finally safe inside. He remembers your face from the last time they'd ran into your pack a year ago. Back then they'd warned them about listening to the Residents, to remember that they're not the same, and that there's a reason Nomads live the way they do- but they didn't want to listen, it seemed. Maybe it had been Lupus' cruel way of evening out the odds- finally granting them an omega of their own.

Maybe their journey had finally been blessed.

"Lets go." Namjoon says, everyone finally gathering to continue your way- this time however, taking a different route to find fresh water and a place for the night, sun already slowly descending. Jimin in the back already makes sure you're as comfortable as can be, a worried Jin checking for any major injuries or reasons to be very concerned.

"I think she just passed out from exhaustion." He explains after a moment. "She's just very weak right now. I believe they might've faced a drought before they were attacked." He hums out.

"That explains why they were such an easy target." Yoongi mumbles from the side, sitting across from you as he watches with a serious expression.

"Probably." Jin sighs out, as you slowly open your eyes, unfamiliar environment making you instantly nervous as Jin tries to keep you laid down. "It's okay, you're fine." He says, and you stay where you are- primarily so, because you don't want to agitate anyone.

"Is she awake?" Namjoon asks from the front, before Jungkook peeks into the back, eyes finding your scared one's. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable, he turns his back again, nodding towards Namjoon. "I was scared she might be too far gone." He mumbles out, a small river finally coming into view as he maneuvers the carriage into some bushes and trees for coverage.

"Maybe we've been blessed." Jungkook mumbles, before he jumps off.

Yes. Maybe they were.

----

A few days later, you've become more at ease with them.

Jin had finally deemed you ready to travel again, the carriage finally moving again while you look outside from the back. They're all a lot more peaceful; you haven't heard them fight amongst each other once ever since they picked you up. Everyone had their own job- while you still struggled to find your own.

"Do you know how to gut fish?" Jimin asks you as he watches you from his spot in the back, amused by the way Jungkook sits close to you- eyes watching over you like a hawk as if you're in danger of tumbling out the moving vehicle any second. Namjoon had noticed your favoritism to the alpha as well- he was the least intimidating to you out of the group, you've decided. And while you didn't talk much, he always tried his best to include you in conversations. You look over to Jimin, before you nod.

"That's great!" Hoseok beams at Seokjin, before he looks at you. "We'll be riding past a large riverbed soon- Namjoon!" He says, before he dissapears to talk to the lead alpha about his plans.

"We don't have to stop because of me." You say softly, and Jungkooks voice chimes up instantly from his side, arm reaching out to adjust the blanket over your shoulders.

"It's okay." He says. "Namjoon wouldn't make us stop if not for good reason. Hoseok just got a little too excited." He explains, and you nod, before you scoot back inside, making Jungkook visibly relax as you crawl between the furs they'll use for trading soon at the next Resident camp.

"Namjoon said we're too close to the next camp to stop now." Hoseok informs, as he sits down. "Can't be helped, I guess." He shrugs, before he lays down close to Jimin.

"I'm not very good at remembering paths." You say, before you turn towards Jungkook. "I hope that's not too much of a burden." You say- but everyone just smiles.

Seems like you've found your place, at last.

----

"Come." Jungkook simply says, holding out his arms before they help you jump down the back of the carriage. The Resident camp is bustling with life; people working, children running around, and the smell of food is in the air, while Jungkook leads you towards a small what seemed to be stall for jewlery and clothing. "We need to choose your gift." He explains, as you nod, before he speaks again. "And some clothes. We can't have you freeze." He says, as you're about to complain. "Don't even start." He playfully glares, as you simply nod, albeit reluctantly.

You can spot Namjoon with Yoongi standing close to what you assume are Resident leaders- probably discussing the trade. He seems like he fits right in; a picture-book lead alpha; determined, but not too confident either. Yoongi's eyes meet yours for a second before you're pulled a little by Jungkook- the younger alpha having spotted something of interest, it seems. "How about this?" He asks, pointing at a piece of jewlery hanging on the wall of a small sale stand. "You don't seem to have any jewlery on you, omega." He says, and you nod.

"My past pack didn't care much about offerings or traditions." You explain. "They believed in the Resident ways- trying to find a place to set up a new camp." You tell him, as Jungkook nods, carefully pushing you a bit out the way when a man walks through, seemingly eager to get to wherever he needs to be.

"And you?" He hums out, questioning as he browses different things, not looking at you as to not pressure an answer out.

"I've been raised to believe in Lupus' ways." You say. "And I still do, even though I've been told not to hold onto it." You mumble out, and Jungkook smiles at you from the side, looking at the store lady.

"Good." He tells you, before he looks over at the woman. "I'd like to make a purchase, please."

----

"He chose well." Yoongi comments from the side, as he spots the dangling ear piercing you now carry. "It looks nice." He says, before he goes back to eating.

You simply smile to yourself, happiness still fueling your veins with excitement over it. You've never been gifted an offering before, and to finally own one makes you feel like you finally are a true part of the pack. It's a little odd, considering you've just met merely a handful of days before- but the connection you're starting to feel towards them as a pack couldn't ever be compared to what you lived like in the past.

You tiredly lean against Jungkook next to you, closing your eyes at Jimin's gentle humming from the side, voice softly lulling you to sleep it seems, while the pack simply smiles at the sight. "I've picked up some medication." Jin says after a moment. "She might be up and walking, but just in case. She's not yet fully healed." He explains, and everyone seems to agree. "I also noticed you coming down with something as well." He says with a glance towards Jimin, who sheepishly shrugs his shoulders.

"Its going towards winter." Namjoon simply says. "He always gets sick a bit prior to snowfall." He reminds everyone, as Hoseok stuffs the last bites into his mouth.

"Better now than later." He says, coughing a bit which makes Yoongi hit his back- partially to help, and partially to scold. "When the snow falls again it'll be harder to get around as quick as we do now." He says, after having recovered.

"We'll be fine." Namjoon reassures the pack. "We're blessed now, after all." He says, as Jungkook smiles, looking down at you sleeping next to him.

----

Jungkook sighs out as the last body had been buried- the five Graves now finished, while you bring flowers and small offerings. He's quiet as you lay them out carefully, more occupied on being respectful and keeping his thoughts clear as to not interrupt their final passing.

But after a few moments of the pack gathering and praying, he lets himself calm down again; a gentle hand on your back enough to gain your attention. You couldn't stay forever; after all, it was bad luck to sleep near the dead- and the goal wasn't that far ahead anymore either.

"If we keep our pace now we might make it before sundown." Namjoon says, as he watches Jungkook help you back onto the cart, your strength still not up to what it should be. He's worried about it; it's getting colder after all, first snow only a breath away it seems.

He hopes that all those problems- Jimin's condition and yours combined together with the lowering temperatures, won't be as much of a danger to his pack as he fears it might become. He can't afford to leave anyone behind, especially no omega. Their journey as a pack would be over without Lupus' blessing.

"We'll be fine." Hoseok says from his spot next to Namjoon in the front, holding the rains of the horse tightly. "Dont worry." He says, and the alpha is unsure if he says it to himself, or not.

But as he looks into the back of the carriage, Jungkook making sure that you're warm underneath some furs while Taehyung keeps an eye on Jimin who smiles back encouragingly once he notices the alphas look, he can't help but believe it, even if it's just wishful thinking.

He wants to believe they'll be fine.

----

It's easy to see why some believe the great End had been more of a blessing than a curse to the earth.

Deer and wild boar cross your ways no matter where you go- even the old cities and streets full of animals and vegetation. With the way the buildings slowly tilt every year, green life growing on every corner seemingly putting old memories to rest underneath, it almost looks as if nature was simply reclaiming what had belonged to it in the first place.

Mankind had simply been allowed to start again, so to say.

For Nomads, it had always been considered bad luck to ask about anything before the great End- most even believing that the current year was all that counted.

And in a way, you understood them- having been raised with the same believes as well after all. And while you'd never open any of those books the Residents teach their children with, you couldn't deny that there was a tempting charm about learning how humanity lived before.

But your thoughts quickly disappeared as Jimin holds one half of a fruit towards you; stone inside already removed.

----

Jungkook mentions it for the first time after everyone's gone to sleep- leaving only the two of you awake at the small fire outside the carriage. "Do you see me.." He starts, before he moves around a bit, visibly nervous before he continues. "..do you see me as a potential partner?" He asks you, eyes fixed on the fire in front of him, honey-colored gaze unable to lift to look at your reaction it seems.

If he's saying it like that- it meant that he was serious about his own emotions towards you already, considering that he'd have to have spoken to the rest of the pack about this topic prior to talking to you about it. You certainly knew your own feelings for sure; he was a capable person, not hesitant in asking for help if he needed it in any way. He didn't shy away from problems either- his stubborn attitude balancing everyone else out, keeping them on moving forwards instead of staying in one spot for too long. It also didn't hurt that he was.. physically very attractive, rather tall for Nomad standards, although Namjoon still stood a good chunk higher than him. It cam with the position, you assumed. Lupus never decides without reason, after all.

So you simply scoot a bit closer to him, suddenly craving his presence closer to you as you simply laid your head against his shoulder like you've done so often in the past. "I don't see you as a potential partner." You eventually say, and he's a bit bitter about it- but appreciates the soft rejection, having been worried about making things complicated down the line for both of you- and admittedly the rest of the pack as well. But as your hand reaches out to rest over his larger one, his heart begins to stop at your next words.

"I see you as the only one I'd consider giving my heart to."

----

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #alpha jungkook #starry skies

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a little bit of a shorter list, but full of longer fics. mind the tags for a few of these! (marked with **)

masterlist. requests always open!

We Get to Feel It All by maybeamystery

“Look, if you feel like this in the future, you can always come hang out with me,” Eddie tells him. “I’ll hold your hand and…I don’t know, pet your hair or something.”

Buck stares at him, surprised.

“Why would you do that?” he asks.

“Because I like you,” Eddie says. “I think we could be friends.”

[5 times Buck and Eddie hold hands platonically and 1 time it's not platonic at all, or Buck has weird ideas about intimacy. Eddie is here to disabuse him of those with the power of Friendship and Platonic Hand Holding.]

in red blue green by hammersmiths

The commissioner signs off on a workplace documentary set in the 118 to better community attitudes towards the fire department.

Unfortunately, whatever is going on between Firefighters Buckley and Diaz is a much more interesting story.

Love in the Time of TikTok by evcndiaz

"It seems kind of dystopian to let millions of people know he’s in love with his best friend before telling said best friend first, doesn’t it?

Whatever. Fuck it.

It’s not like anyone he knows in real life watches his Tik Toks anyway, so he can be a little freer with the truth even if doesn’t tell his followers everything. He already keeps a tight cinch around his emotions when he’s at work, he can let his guard down a little on here, right?"

Wrong.

the comedown by eddie_diass

The morning after the Breakdown(TM).

Eddie wakes up with the emotional hangover. Buck stays.

(added on to what you might have seen on tumblr)

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Eddie Diaz is a professional.

It’s not like he didn’t know who he was going to shoot when he got the call. He’s good at his job, even if he’s a bit of a recluse by industry standards—he knows who Buck is. Knows the name, the pictures, the reputation.

A bit of a wild child. A bit of a party boy. Maybe more than a bit. Rumor has it that right before he made it big he almost got dropped by his agency for being a little too reckless.

But that's fine by him—Eddie can handle beautiful people, he's around them all the time.

Eddie doesn't sleep with models. And Buck doesn't sleep with photographers. They're professionals.

Until they aren't.

i'll be yours forever (till forever falls apart) by Nymika

The sound of the water quieted some of the noises in his head, and he stared as it ran pink off his hands, carrying the worst of the blood away with it. But it left some behind, wedged into the creases on his palms, caked under his fingernails. He wondered how long he would have to scrub to clean the red away completely. He wondered how long he would keep seeing it there—feeling it there—even after it’s gone.

He lingered with his hands under the faucet for a long time, maybe hoping that the water would take with it not only the blood, but also the fear, and the uncertainty, and the vicious images of that night that were burned into his mind. It didn't. He turned the water off.

Finally, Eddie looked at the hoodie that Bobby had brought for him, and felt his heart break all over again.

It was Buck's.

Or: Buck and Eddie stop for groceries. Things don't go well for them.

when the weight we carry breaks us by farfromthstars

Are you with the firefighters? The question echoes in his mind and Eddie’s smile slips off his face. No, he’s not. He may still wear the uniform, but he wasn’t with them on the call, shouldn’t even have been there in the capacity that he was. He handles the LAFD twitter, and that’s the extent of it. “No,” he says, “I’m not.”

see it with the lights out by trippedandfell

“Okay,” Buck says, voice tinny through the car speakers, “before you freak out, just know that I’m like, ninety percent sure nothing’s broken.”

For the prompt: "Don't be scared. I'm right here."

we'll be forever, you'll see by rarakiplin

Eddie reaches a hand, slowly, towards the cat, palm up and open like he was taught to greet dogs, and the beast hisses at him.

“Oh, relax,” he says, rolling his eyes, and inches his hand closer. “I’m bigger than you.”

The cat’s eyes are narrowed into slits, zeroed in on his hand, but she doesn’t hiss again. Eddie’s not sure how she does it, but he gets the distinct impression that she’s doing him a huge favour when she finally lets him get close enough to run gentle fingers over the top of her head.

Her fur is dry and chalky, like she’s got a layer of grime settled on top of her. Eddie’s familiar with the feeling.

or, eddie finds a cat

never wished for you to go by ShyAudacity

Christopher stays by the couch and Buck takes a steadying breath as he turns away; not knowing what to expect is the worst part of this. His heart rate kicks up a notch when he sees Eddie’s door is ajar. At least some things never change.

Buck pushes the door open as quietly as he can, poking his head in just enough to see. It doesn’t take long for him to spot the Eddie shaped lump in bed, or the way that he seems to have all the blankets pulled up to his face. From here, Buck can see the way that Eddie’s shoulders shake with every passing second, his eyes clenched shut.

Oh, no.

it's just goodnight and not goodbye by lecornergirl

In the end it’s simple. In the end it comes down to the fact that he’s had one beer, just enough to loosen his tongue, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he knows something, and every time he shifts like he’s about to leave Eddie puts a hand on his arm to keep him in his seat.

“I mean—unless you want to leave,” Eddie finally says, the fourth or fifth time this happens. Buck stopped counting after two. “I don’t—I’m not trying to keep you here against your will or anything.”

Buck sighs, tipping his head against the back of the couch, and the words pour out before he even knows he’s saying them. “Every time I leave, it carves out a little piece of me.”

a thousand words (and then some) by tkreyesevandiaz

When Buck and Eddie get roped into a photoshoot for the friend of a friend, neither of them expect what they'll have to do.

Or what it'll cost for their relationship.

Or, the photoshoot fic that got a little angsty, then a little sexy.

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) by allyasavedtheday

Of course, all of that comes to a grinding halt when he stops outside the locker room to find arguably one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen getting changed right by his locker.

He stands there, gaping and trying desperately to get his mind out of the gutter – but Jesus, those abs – when someone bumps his shoulder and he turns to find Hen sidling up to him.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

Buck raises an eyebrow, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk of his own. “He from B shift or something?”

Hen’s about to answer him when Bobby appears on his other side. “That’s Eddie Diaz, our new recruit.”

Buck’s brain does some approximation of a record scratch and he whirls around to face Bobby. “New recruit? Why?”

In which Eddie joins the 118 during season 1 instead of season 2 and Buck has a lot to say about it. AKA Eddie meets Buck 1.0.

all of us (you and me) by withoutthetiger

"The park is so loud, and the sun is so bright, and there are so many distractions that might have pulled Buck’s attention on any other day, but today he notices nothing except the smile on Christopher’s face as he rides his makeshift skateboard, and the weight of every look Eddie gives him when they’re not too busy running alongside.

It’s gratitude, maybe. Or just joy. Relief. Pride. Any of those or all of them, heavy and unspoken and absorbed by Buck until they might belong to him, too.

He thinks Eddie wants to share."

*****

Coda for 3x12, written for the prompt "Can I stay the night?"

taken or freely given by jay (tofupofu)**

Eddie wants to be submissive. He really does. Something in him longs to be taken out of his head, but he just... can't seem to find the words. He has trouble asking for what he wants directly. It takes time, and lots of talking, but eventually, they end up here.

i wonder if she knows that i touched your skin by sunshinexbomb

“Do you want to stop?” Eddie asks, words slow and surprisingly steady.

The thing is that he doesn’t—Buck really, really, doesn’t want to stop and that’s the problem. He searches Eddie’s face, not exactly sure what he’s looking for, but Eddie’s impossible to read at the moment. All Buck sees is familiar brown eyes, pupils blown with want, and Buck can’t deny that he wants too.

Buck swallows thickly against the lump in his throat and shakes his head.

In which Buck and Eddie both make some bad decisions.

#buddie #buddie fic rec #rec list #buckeddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #911 #fic rec #fanfiction #9-1-1 fox

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hey hey. I feel so awkward for this lol but I really resonate with the things you write on tumblr - whether on the whole world situation rn or stuff in general - and (un)fortunately have like 4 people to talk to who feel the same way. I was wondering how you cope with anxiety about the future, I am sometimes falling in a spiral of being scared there’s no hope, as I don’t want to have my job and life in some metaverse type shit world 💀 sometimes struggling with hope to live a fulfilled life as an unvaxxed whatever person. n its so lonely with most people around me being completely not like this, who really think things will change back to normal bla bla. Point of story I wonder how you as a young woman deal with these thoughts and feelings because I think we share the same viewpoints. + wanted to say I’m beyond thankful you’re sharing those with the world because they also made me feel less ~isolated~ 🙃 love !

Hi 💌

To be honest this took me a while to respond to because I had a really emotional week about the way the world is. I cried and cried and cried, and sometimes that’s the only way I know how to cope. At least the tears get it out of my body. Sometimes I feel strong and confident and sometimes I feel defeated. I think the biggest way I am coping is by being really gentle with myself and taking time to validate my own experience. And accept that we are in between realities right now, so it’s natural for life to be uncertain. We’re still universally becoming. I lean into prayer and meditation, and astrology gives me insight about what’s going on. I’ve become quite hedonistic and cope by preparing myself meals I love and having good sex and listening to music like my life depends on it. Where I am right now, I can only be a part of society if I choose to get vaccinated and life’s become pretty bleak not being able to work or being allowed to go to things my friends go to. I am coping with that by preparing to move. My life is here, so it brings a bit of heartache that I will move my whole life instead of just complying, but it feels right to me. I cope by listening to my body. I’ve been around many people who have covid and feel really grateful i have the skill set to and am comfortable caring for them. I cope with the way the world is by reminding myself to be grateful. I do my best to be grateful because when I’m grateful I am able to trust why I’m living though this.. I low key spiritual bypass myself a bit but it gets me though lol. I’m not telling you that being grateful while living through these really dystopian heinous painful horrible stacked catastrophes is the way, just know it sometimes works for me. And sometimes doesn’t which then becomes funny. I cope by not taking it so seriously sometimes and looking at good memes. Or chatting with cute girls on tumblr lol. I cope by developing ancestral skills which can be used as an alternative to relying on the society which wants me to be dependent and ill. I see myself becoming a part of a pretty off grid autonomous community. I see society getting way more integrated with technology that I am not okay with, so I’m gonna dip out and hope and pray I find a handful of good friends who want to do it together. Most importantly I have to do everything in my power to keep the candle in my heart lit for what I envision for the future of life on earth. I believe in healing and I believe all people can be free without abusive authority mandating every aspect of our lives. I believe I can arrive at this place if I keep preparing for it, and keep honest and true to myself, and continue finding people who accept me as I am, and allow me to think and feel whatever I want to, freely,And still love me. Obviously people who can lovingly keep me in check when I get too far out. But I’m learning to stop giving a fuck what people think, which is funny because it seems to be lifelong process.. i always think I don’t care what people think until I stop caring what they think and feel like my concept of life is expanded again. I think taking it day by day, working to form community, speaking our truth. I was so terrified to speak about what I feel because I was terrified to be rejected by my community. A certain part of me realized that if that’s the case then they might not be the community for me. I can have fulfilling relationships without shrinking myself. And so I’ve barely begun being honest about what I feel and think, and people like you are messaging me from across the world in solidarity. It’s great meeting people from other places who feel the same as me. My light shines for u. we’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna get through it. Reach out any time. I’ve read too many government documents and dystopian sci-fi books to think this is casual haha. We can look at the past to determine the future… it’s really not a crazy concept that these horrible evil motherfuckers would continue to harm and distract people for power and capital. Thank u for reaching out ❤️

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On the run

Authors note - this is a series of closly related one shots hence tagged as soft!reader. This is for Ambers challenge! Hope you like it! This is like there was only one room instead of there was only one bed.

Please do not steal or repost my works on any other site. Reblogs are welcome.

Run through - You have to go on the run with your husband and share a room with Bucky.

Warnings - smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (fucking right next to Bucky lol), cockwarming, angst

Pairing - Steve Rogers x soft!reader

Word count - 3.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You paced back and forth in your living room. It wasn’t exactly yours but it had been your home for the past four years. Your floor to ceiling windows gave you an extensive and broad view of new York City. You were on the highest floor of the tower, it made the huge city seem so city. Usually the lights soothed you whenever you were anxious. But you weren’t sure if you had ever been so scared. Scared for your husbands life, scared for your future.

Steve had broke the law. Your Steve, the Captain America. It was so ironic. He was declared a terrorist and a wanted man. You felt as if this was a fever dream. Never in a million years did you think something like this would happen.

From what you knew Steve refused to sign the accords. Which you understood, he had his reasons and they were completely valid. You hoped the team would work it out amongst themselves and come to a compromise somehow. But from the looks of it, that will never happen. No one really asked for your opinion. Even if you were like family to them, at the end of the day you were a simple accountant turned stay at home wife. A job you had to give up to be with your Steve. When it got too dangerous for you to go out in the world. You hoped maybe just maybe, Steve would do the same for you. He talked of retiring, becoming a high school professor or working on his art. And like an idiot you let yourself indulge in that fantasy and got sweeped away.

Your life wasn’t bad by any means, in fact it was too perfect. Your friends were often envious of your perfect marriage and your dutiful husband. But you wanted more for Steve. You wanted him to slow down a bit, enjoy life, to not wake up screaming in the middle of the night in a pool of his own sweat and tears. You loved all of him, but you loved him the most when he was happy. Being an Avenger took a huge toll on him. You just wanted him to be happy.

You were being ‘escorted’ to the interrogation room. You had only been there once, to see Steve. You never thought you would be the one being interrogated.

You couldn’t help but feel resentful. You were in this grey room, under the harsh fluorescent lights, being asked all sort of intrusive questions as if you were a criminal, because of him. You gave up everything for him. You completely gave yourself to him. You didn’t have much left.

“Are you sure?” The man in the black suit asked again.

“Yes I’m sure! I think I would remember if my husband contacted me” you snapped.

“Alright. Please calm down ma'am” He said and you rolled your eyes at his patronising tone “You can leave for now but you’re not allowed to leave the premises. Let us know as soon as Rogers contacts you. If you don’t you will be an accomplice to his crimes”

His words echoed in your head on the way to ‘your' apartment. You sat back on your couch ready to drown your worries and your sorrows in some wine. The portrait Steve painted of you in a short white sundress, playing with some birds like a Disney Princess, hung on your wall almost taunting you. It was all superficial wasn’t it?

All the gifts he gave you, all the sketches he made of you. Every time he held the door open for you or tenderly made love to you, looking into your eyes and staring deep into your soul. Did all of that really matter? If he didn’t consider you or your relationship while doing something as brash as – you didn’t even know what he did. His duty won over his love for you. It always would.

You should’ve known. Your mother warned you. Told you you’re not the kind of person that would be fine with being the second or even fifth priority. Too possessive, too loving. People like you only ever get their hearts broken.

What did the future hold for you? You knew Steve, or at least you thought you did. You knew he wouldn’t help a war criminal. A terrorist. Sure said terrorist was Steve’s friend, but Steve was the kind of person that held others accountable. But at the end of the day Steve was just a human and a softie. You could see him being so loyal and going till the end of the line for his buddy.

You hummed as you felt a hand caressing your cheek. The feeling of his calloused fingers felt so familiar. It was a nice dream, an escape from this dystopian reality. You’d like to live in it forever but then your eyes snapped open as you heard him call out your name.

You sat up quickly sat up straight “Steve” you blurted out as you looked at your husband. In a dark blue, red, and white which was dirty enough to be black, suit. His short blond hair a bit frizzy, his left cheek blue and purple, unlike the neat and tidy look he usually sports. You looked into his eyes, which looked so tired and exhausted.

“We have to get out of here right now” He said gravely. But then his face softened. “It’s not safe here for you doll. I can’t leave you here, where I won’t be able to protect you” he said cupping your face with his hands.

You should have asked him a million questions. If what they were saying was true. Did he really help a terrorist? Attack his friends, whom you considered your family. But you didn’t. You simply crashed your lips upon his, taking his breathe away. It was soft, sweet but needy. Just like most of your reunion kisses. “I’ll follow you anywhere Steve” You said pulling away and looking into his sky blue eyes.

He gave your forehead a soft kiss before pulling you up. Telling you to collect your things as quickly as you can. You changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, packing a few more t-shirts and pants.

“Hurry up doll we don’t have long” he urged you.

You made your way out of the apartment. You were walking to the elevator thinking you would be going down on it. “No, y/n we have to take the stairs. Come on” he took your hand.

He lead you to the emergency exit, one you didn’t even know existed. He was always good at reading and remembering maps. You smiled thinking of the time he easily got you both out of a very complicated Halloween maze.

“Steve why are we going upstairs?” You asked panting and trying your best to keep up with his face. You weren’t blessed with the super serum, you weren’t a huge fan of working out either.

“We have to take the jet and leave the country” He said rubbing your back. After a few seconds he hauled you over his shoulder “Hold on” He said sprinting up the stairs.

“Wouldn’t they notice us leaving in a literal quinjet?” You asked “What happens if you get caught Steve? What will they do to you?”

“Don’t worry about that right now” You wanted to laugh. Not worry? You were literally fleeing the country. How could you not worry.

You finally made it to the terrace, shivering in Steves hold against the chilly air Steve set you down in the jet. Before working on the kinks to get it started.

Surprisingly you made it out without anyone following you but you held your breathe. Not letting your guard down until you knew you were completely safe. As soon as you were in the air Steve put the jet on stealth mode. Finally letting his back rest against his chair and letting out a deep sigh.

“Steve” you couldn’t help the quiver in your voice trying your best to hold in your tears. “what is going on? Is it true? What they were saying?”

“What were they saying?” he said quirking a brow at you.

“That you helped a terrorist and you’re like a... war criminal now” you struggled to get the words out. Uncomfortable to even think such a thing could happen.

“You really think I could do something like that” He rested his elbows on the arms of his seat staring you down.

“I don’t. That’s why I’m here. But I have a right to know what happened”

His brows remained furrowed, as if he didn’t believe you. You had no idea how he managed to turn the whole conversation around and put you on the spot. “It’s Bucky” He said, his hard face softening.

Bucky, his best friend. Steve had carried the guilt of his death on his shoulders for years. Which only got worse when he found out that Bucky was indeed alive, being used as a weapon by hydra. “They tried to frame him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s been suffering for years”

You briskly got up from your seat as you saw the tears escape his eyes. You were selfish. Only caring about how this whole ordeal was affecting you. You couldn’t even imagine what Steve must have gone through. You sat on his lap, hugging him close to you as he held onto you so tightly, as if you would disappear if he didn’t. “Promise me you’ll never leave me” he choked out against the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair lightly scratching his head with your nails, in the way you knew he liked. “I would never leave you Steve. I promise”

Over five hours later you made it to Moldova. A small country in eastern Europe. Steve hid the jet, saying he would need it later, since he had to come up with a plan to rescue your friends. Which would be much harder than rescuing you, they were in a maximum security prison, in the middle of a freaking ocean.

You tried your best to not think about that when you were on your way to a motel. You were nervous to meet Bucky, who Steve said would be there with you. You had never met any of Steve’s family. Since well they were dead. Back when you started dating he wasn’t really friends with his coworkers, so you never really received ‘the shovel talk' from them.

This was nerve wracking. What if he thought you weren’t worthy of Steve? Bucky was the only link to Steve’s past, his oldest friend, surely his opinion would mean the world to Steve.

“Hey it’ll be okay” Steve said squeezing your thigh from the drivers seat, something he liked to do whenever you both drove together. “I would never let anything happen to you. You know that right?” He looked at you before looking back at the icy roads.

“It’s not that. I know you’ll keep me safe Stevie. If nothing else I believe in that” You said as he gave you a small smile “this is all just overwhelming you know? I mean would we ever get to go back?” You asked although you knew neither of you knew the answer. “and then there’s Bucky”

“What about Bucky?” he asked.

“What if... he doesn’t like me? I know it’s silly!” You whined before he could make a snarky comment “We have other things to worry about and whatever but I want to make a good impression. Is there something I should remember not to do? Or to do?” You scrunched your nose at your strange question and this stranger reality. Where you get to meet your husbands best friend at the worst timing.

“Uh...” He contemplated your words for a minute “Well don’t hug him. I know you like to do that” he let out a laugh at just how sweet and likeable you are and how Bucky would love you the second he lays his eyes on you “Don’t worry sweetheart. Bucky’s the last thing you have to worry about. You wouldn’t have to even try to get him to like you”

You finally parked at the motel. Ever the gentleman, Steve held the door open for you holding your hand as you made your way up the shaky stairs. Steve knocked three times on the door before the tall brunette whom you recognised as Bucky from all his old pictures opened the door. He let you both in. You took off your coat the room wasn’t as warm as you’d like but it was definitely better than the harsh cold outside.

You watched as Steve embraced Bucky in a hug asking him how he was doing. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but you couldn’t help but admire him. He was a few inches shorter than Steve, but he had the same alert soldiery stance as Steve and the similar Brooklyn accent. Not to mention he was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. He definitely looked more aged and somehow different than in the photos.

Steve introduced you “This is my wife” He said and Bucky gave you a small smile.

“This punk couldn’t stop talking about you” He said grabbing Steve by the back of his neck.

You were happy to see that even if they both had changed over time, their friendship and bond remained the same. “Good things I hope” You playfully squint your eyes at Steve.

“I’d never say anything bad about you doll” He walked towards you kissing your forehead and putting the backpack you packed on the bed. “You must be tired, you wanna go to bed?” He sat down on the bed cracking his neck, the stress of the last few days getting to him.

You finally had a chance to look around the room. It was what you’d expect from a shady motel. White floors which were now almost yellow, torn wallpaper and an old television. But then you looked at the twin beds. Looks like you’ll have to share one with Steve. You hoped he would be able to get proper sleep, with how tired he looked he really needed it. “I’m tired?” you teased him.

After freshening up and changing into your night clothes, you settled on the bed, sighing in relief as your sore back touched the hard mattress. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Bucky settling in on his bed beside you and his metal hand peeking out of his long sleeved shirt. You wondered what it looked it, did it hurt him? How was he able to move it so naturally as if it’s a part of his body? You really had to bite your tongue to not let your curiosity get the best of you.

“This will have to do for tonight sweetheart” Steve said spooning you from behind and pulling you into him. You sighed out as you felt his bare and warm chest through your tank top. You wouldn’t have to worry about being chilly. Bucky turned to lay on his side away from the both of you.

You hummed as Steve snaked a hand past your tank top and resting it on your soft tummy. Drawing small random patterns on it. Bucky turned off the lights, it wasn’t completely dark, there was plenty of moonlight coming through the window. You insisted on helping Steve out of his steath suit, so you could check in on his wounds and treat them, it was a post mission ritual for you both. But Steve refused to let you in as he changed in the bathroom alone. You feared that his wounds were worse than he was letting on.

“I missed you princess” he whispered in your hair, snapping out of your thoughts. “did you miss me?”

Bucky was snoring and seemed to be in a deep slumber but just to be safe you kept your voice low “I did” You said wiggling your ass against his crotch. You weren’t surprised to find his pretty hard erection there.

“Yeah?” He smirked ghosting his fingers at the elastic of your shorts “how much” before he could dip his fingers your hands stopped him

“Not now” you whispered harshly “Bucky is sleeping right there” you scolded. How he could even think about sex right now you had no idea. You would be mortified if you Bucky woke up to find you both in the middle of it.

“We’ll just be quiet” He said slipping his fingers past your shorts and panties and between your thighs. You wanted to stop him. You really did. But you realised just how much you missed him when he brushed his fingers against your warm folds.

“I can’t be quiet! You know that” You whined as he dipped his finger in your heat. You had no idea what had gotten into him. He loved making you moan, scream and cry. Did he want Bucky to hear you both make love? Steve was more perverted than he let on but this was something even you didn’t know.

“You will try for me won’t you?” He rolled your clit between his fingers and kissed your temple to sooth your thrashing “don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he asked driving three of his fingers inside of you to warm you up.

You should be embarrassed at the sinful noises that your cunt was making, you could hear them clearly since you had to be quiet. But you weren’t. In the moment you just needed to cum. “I wanna cum daddy please” Your voice muffled against the pillow you had pushed your face into to drown out your moans.

“Then cum doll” he said thrusting his fingers into you with purpose.

“I wanna cum on your cock daddy” He groaned at that.

Pulling his fingers out of you. He pulled your panties and your shorts down, bringing the blankets up to your neck “You comfy princess?” You nodded. He pulled his cock out of his sweats nudging it between your buttcheeks. He pulled your bare leg placing it over his hip and holding it there as he slowly pushed into you. He pushed his other hand under you to hold onto and fondle your breasts.

In any other situation this position would be uncomfortable but right now you felt as warm and safe to be surrounded by him. You didn’t feel the need to cum anymore, content with the warmth and the weight of his cock inside you. His steady breathing and heart beat lulling you to sleep.

He didn’t like that. He snapped his hips and pushed his cock deeper inside you. “Don’t fall asleep on me now princess” He warned as he slowly fucked into you.

You dug your nails into his hand which was squeezing your breast as you tried your best to contain your moans. You let out a mewl as Steve stroked your clit while making slow love to you. You were tipped over the edge, cuming hard around his cock and on his fingers.

“Shit” He said as the pace of his thrusts increased “you’re so tight doll. So snug” He bit your ear to keep from groaning out loud. He was about to pull out of you, to clean you up with a washcloth. He wouldn’t trust the towels the hotels provided but he did see you pack a couple, he could use those.

But you tightened the grip of your leg on his hip, forcing him to stay in place. You looked over your shoulder and he could barely make out your pout in the dim light “Stay inside please. Keep me warm” You requested. He had never been good at saying no to you.

So he pecked your lips and chose to forget about the myriad of problems facing him and all of you. At least for now.

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The most recent ask i replied made me question if there have been scientific advances for men to get pregnant in the future and i found the most disturbing answers:

- “ To our knowledge, there has not yet been a case of pregnancy in an AMAB individual. However, advances in reproductive technology could make this a possibility in the near future for folks who have had hysterectomies and those who were not born with ovaries or a uterus.Pregnancy via uterus transplant. The first baby born from a transplanted uterus arrived in Sweden during October of 2014. While this procedure is still in its early experimental stages, several other babies have been born through this method. Most recently, a family in India welcomed a baby from a transplanted womb, the first such case in the country. Of course, like many such technologies, this method was developed with cisgender women in mind. But many have begun to speculate that this procedure could also apply to transgender women and other AMAB folks. Dr. Richard Paulson, the former president of the American Society for Reproductive Medicine, suggested that uterine transplants for trans women and AMAB folks are more or less possible now. He added, “There would be additional challenges, but I don’t see any obvious problem that would preclude it.” It’s likely that supplementation to replicate hormonal phases during pregnancy would be necessary. Cesarean section would also be necessary for those who have undergone gender confirmation surgery.” This part says it is not possible but the fact that it has been considered in the first place is genuily creepy: “It has also been suggested that it may be possible for AMAB folks to carry a baby in the abdominal cavity. People have made this leap based on the fact that a very tiny percentage of eggs are fertilized outside of the womb in what is known as an ectopic pregnancy. However, ectopic pregnancies are incredibly dangerous for the gestational parent and typically require surgery. A significant amount of research would need to be done to make this a possibility for folks who don’t have a uterus, and even then, it seems incredibly unlikely that this would be a viable option for a hopeful parent.”

- A fertility doctor says that in theory, men could attempt to become pregnant as soon as "tomorrow" thanks to advances in uterus transplant surgeries. But other experts say that such a procedure won't happen anytime soon because many more studies are needed to know whether it could be done safely.Dr. Richard Paulson, the outgoing president of the American Society for Reproductive Medicine (ASRM), said he thinks it would be possible to perform uterus transplants on transgender women, who are born male and transition to female, according to The Telegraph. Speaking at ASRM's annual meeting, he said he sees no biological reason why the procedure wouldn't work in the male body."You could do it tomorrow," Paulson was quoted as saying. "There would be additional challenges, but I don't see any obvious problem that would preclude it. I personally suspect there are going to be trans women who are going to want to have a uterus and will likely get the transplant."But other experts point out that the procedure isn't even mainstream for women, let alone men.Uterus transplants are "still highly experimental," said Arthur Caplan, a professor of bioethics and head of the Division of Medical Ethics at New York University's School of Medicine. This means that the procedure is still being studied for its safety and effectiveness in women, and it is performed only as part of experimental trials.Because of the additional research needed to understand the risks of the procedure and its effect on the fetus, performing a uterus transplant on a man right now would not be responsible, he said. "Surgically, could you put [a uterus] in a man tomorrow? Yeah, but it would be completely irresponsible."

They say all of this now and say it’s not possible yet, they make sure to leave the idea that it may be possible in the future. you know that with how many advances trans people have done to get their “rights” recognized in first world countries, i could actually see a future in which they fought for this to be a right for them or something. I personally don’t think it’s possible for science to beat and oversmart nature completely, but it has been tried and there have been things we thought impossible before, and i’m kinda scared for our future.

- “Dr Richard Paulson, outgoing president of American Society for Reproductive Medicine said that with advancements in science, it is possible to now allow similar operations to be carried out on those who started their lives as men. He also mentioned that people who have gone under sex-change operations may want to avail this opportunity which would allow them to conceive a baby. He further explained that there was not anatomical reason why a womb can’t be successfully implanted in a transgender woman. He added that men and women may have different shaped pelvis but both have room for an implanted womb. The process would however, be highly complicated and transgender women will have to deliver through caesarean. Moreover, hormones will have to be injected to replicate the changes that take place while a woman is pregnant. Despite advancements, the womb transplant is still an experimental procedure. Many British experts warn that pregnancy in transgender women can be deemed unethical as it could pose risk to the fetus. While carrying a baby may give psychological benefit to the mother, it needs to be “weighed against any psychological harm to the child being born in this atypical way,” said Julian Savulescu, professor of practical ethics at Oxford university.”

Notice how they say the only reason that men getting pregnant would be unethical is because it would bring risk to the fetus, nothing else, they don’t even care about what this would represent for women.

I think about the way that women who can’t get pregnant are stigmatized and demonized to this day because the only worth women have in society is the ability to be mothers, I think of the way women have been seen as a reproductive resource for men during centuries and the way they have always tried to control women’s reproductive rights, I think of the way some cultures are highly misogynistic to the root but still “respect” women because they’re the only ones who can create human life. And i think about what would happen if men realized they don’t need women for that. What would happen if science became so advanced that they could have children on their own? How would they start treating and seeing women as? I can imagine that trans women wouldn’t be the only ones taking advantage of this. It’s so disturbing. I know this possibility seems very unrealistic and like something that won’t happen any time soon. But they’re trying to make it happen, maybe it could happen. And this sounds like a highly dystopian future to me.

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