#THIS TOOK ME AN EMBARRASSINGLY LONG TIME TO WRITE
Text
Resident Evil 4 Remake's story is structured like the plot of a romance novel: master post
A few months ago, I wrote up a very quick and dirty outline/explanation of how Resident Evil 4 Remake's story had been restructured from the original game to follow the story beats of a romance novel. At the time, I didn't think it was all that important to explain it super in-depth, but now that more and more people are looking at it, I figured I should probably explain what I mean with each of these beats lmao
1) Call to Adventure / The Meet Cute
All that a meet-cute actually is is the scene in which the characters that the romance is centered around meet for the first time. The intention is to show an initial spark between the characters -- they meet under bizarre/unexpected circumstances and, at some point, both characters become aware of just how significant it is, even if neither says anything about it.
Leon and Ashley's meet-cute starts with her swinging a candelabra at his head and ends with Leon holding her in his arms out in the rain for a period of time that is absolutely too long to be normal for the circumstance. They lock eyes in this moment, and it's meant to be seen as Significant.
2) Refusal of the Call / Rejection of the Relationship
This is the "I'm just imagining things" reaction to the significance of the meet-cute. Both characters treat the spark as though it never happened -- and, usually, it's because there's other external factors influencing their ability or willingness to follow the trail of that spark and see where it goes. Instead of going "Hey, you're cute, can I get your number?" both characters just jump straight to "Well, anyway --" and go back to living their own independent lives apart from each other.
After they both snap out of that weird trance they were in after Leon caught Ashley out the window of the church, he goes right back to treating her like a mission objective, and she just has absolutely no idea what to make of him at all. Ashley spends the next few sections of gameplay in shock and disbelief with lines like "Seriously, this cannot be happening." and "I just wanna go home..." Leon ignores all of her complaints, keeps her moving even when she asks for a break, and doesn't really speak much to her at all other than to bark orders at her.
3) Acceptance of the Quest / Giving the relationship a chance
Something Happens that forces both characters back into each other's lives and/or personal attention, and they both find that they do Like each other, actually -- even if that feeling of "like" isn't anything super significant. It could be something as simple as realizing that they enjoy the other's company and wanting to see/talk to the other more often.
This arguably starts when Leon and Ashley first run into the cabin and Leon puts a comforting hand on her back that he absolutely did did not have to put there -- but it's definitely in full swing after the cabin sequence is over. Personally, I would say that it's the revelation about Ashley having a plaga in her that's the Something that Happens between them. The whole mission starts to become a whole lot more personal, because now it's not just about surviving and escaping -- now it's about making sure that Ashley stays Ashley.
She starts to open up to him more, and he suddenly becomes much warmer towards her, as well. He's quick to reassure her ("I won't let that happen. I promise.") and not only responds to her when she talks, but also begins talking to her unprompted as well.
This is also the first time Leon ever tries hitting on Ashley with the "Seems this isn't your first time running from creeps" line, and it fails spectacularly.
4) Trials and Temptations / Three Dates
This one is probably the one that needed the most explaining LMAO I shouldn't have let this one go. The "three dates" don't have to/usually aren't meant to be actual, literal dates in romance novels. They're just three significant events that happen between the couple that builds and then reinforces their bond. (It also doesn't necessarily have to be three -- some stories only do two, some do five, etc. The point is that Things Are Happening that strengthen the relationship.)
That is why I said that their three "dates" are:
1) Ashley busting the window open after the Mendez boss fight, helping brush the embers off of Leon, and helping to pull him to his feet. This is the first time the two of them actually smile at each other and the first time they start to act as a team.
2) Salazar's introduction ("The girl's just fine. With me."). Leon wants so badly to be that cool guy in an 80s movie who shows up out of nowhere and puts his arm around a beautiful girl and looks at some dickhead harassing her and goes "This guy giving you a hard time, babe?" This is the closest he's ever gotten to and will ever get to being that in his life. He's not cool enough to ever actually be that guy for real.
3) The road to the Water Hall (Leon jumping across the chandeliers + this is the first time the "knight and the princess" allegory is stated) (You could also include the Garrador here, because if you take Ashley down there after the fact, there's special dialogue that happens that's... God, Leon sucks at this whole flirting thing. He just sucks, dude.)
5) Midpoint Crisis / I-need-you-but-can’t-have-you
Everything is going so well... until it isn't anymore. The three dates have given the couple a glimpse of how special and important this relationship could be, which is great -- until it becomes a problem. One of the characters gets freaked out by the intensity of the relationship and pulls back out of fear, because there's something else happening in their life that's bigger than either character and more important to be addressed.
In Leon and Ashley's case, it's Ashley's plaga. Saddler takes control of her briefly and gets a hold of Leon's knife, stabs him, and then threatens to cut her own throat. When his hold over her breaks, she's terrified. She needs Leon now more than ever because of this, but she's more afraid of hurting him than losing herself, so she runs away from him in tears.
6) The Road Back / Pulling Back Together
Basically, the plot forces the couple back together, and -- due to the raw, open vulnerability caused by the Midpoint Crisis -- their bond is stronger than ever. The feelings change from "yeah, I like them" to "I want them." Real intimacy starts to form and build here, because the interest in and attraction to each other is allowed by both characters to be acknowledged. This is usually where the sexual tension starts to really kick into high gear, and the audience is just waiting for that moment when it all breaks open.
This starts with the pep talk that Leon gives Ashley when he finds her again -- which is romantically framed and coded with its imagery and cinematography. It continues through the entire Grand Hall segment, which includes the moment in the game in which Leon is at his boldest in terms of expressing his attraction to her. This is the point in the game in which their relationship is at its most playful. They tease each other and flirt and pass compliments back and forth -- and, for a while, it feels like the two of them are unstoppable and able to take on the world together.
7) The Fall
"The fall" is the shortened version of "The moment they actually fall in love." It's the "oh god, I think I love them" moment. The two characters do not necessarily have to admit to each other that they've experienced "the fall" -- and usually, at least one of them doesn't. But they both experience that moment where it hits them.
We see Ashley "fall" at the start of her gameplay segment, where she takes Leon's earlier words to heart and draws strength from them. ("I won't run. Wait for me, Leon.") He's inspired her to strive to be more than she is, and she embraces the way that he makes her feel, in that moment.
We see Leon "fall" as soon as he catches the key that she tosses down to him. He looks up at her with stars in his eyes and offers to catch her if she jumps down. An interesting detail to note is that this is the first and one of the only times in RE4make that Nick Apostolides reverts to using the tone/voice that he used for Leon in RE2make. It's soft and sweet and gentle as he makes her an offer that has no reason to be made, just for the sake of getting to hold her in his arms again.
And, in order to drive home the point, this all happens during a scene that was framed, shot, and directed to mirror/mimic the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet.
8) Dark moment / The Break Up
Once again, Something Happens and comes between them -- and this one is way, way worse than the Midpoint Crisis. This isn't "I'm scared to be with you" -- it's "I can't be with you." Hope for the relationship is completely lost, and both characters become overwhelmed in their individual despair.
Verdugo breaks them up physically -- not once, but twice. And that second time involves Leon being forced to watch Ashley endure Salazar's weird "ritual" and be unable to stop it or do anything to help her. He just has to sit with that failure and suffer through it until he's literally thrown away and discarded while Ashley screams his name.
When Leon finally finds Ashley again, we see him confront the one moment in the game when he honestly, truly loses hope. He sits down on the floor at Ashley's bedside, and there's nothing more that he can do than wait for her to wake up. Some part of him has already become convinced that they won't make it out of there alive -- not both of them, at least. Not together. And he's ready to commit suicide as a contingency plan.
9) The Sacrifice
This is the "do or die" moment for the relationship in a romance novel. This is the moment where the decision is made to confront not just the external force keeping them apart, but also the internal flaws that are feeding into that avoidant urge. The couple decides that their desire to be together is stronger and more important than whatever fear or force is holding them back, and though it's terrifying to do it, they stand up for the relationship in the face of opposition.
In RE4make, we see this play out through the sequence in which Leon carries Ashley to Luis's lab and how the two of them, against all physical and mental odds, manage to remove each other's plagas. This is especially emotionally significant for Leon, who says the words out loud: "This time, it has to be different..." He's openly acknowledging that his trauma from Raccoon City is what made him so ready to pull the trigger on himself back in that holding cell. Here, now, he puts his foot down, confronts that trauma, and says "No. I have to beat this."
And he does, even at great physical cost to himself. But the sacrifice was worth it, because it was for her.
10) Declaration
In a very literal sense, it's the declaration of love. It's an outward, spoken confirmation of the bond they share, now that the trial from the Sacrifice has been overcome. Traditionally in romance novels, this happens with the actual words "I love you."
But RE4make isn't a traditional romance novel, and Capcom has an entire fanbase of angry nerds who take fictional relationships too seriously to navigate through. So, instead of an explicit "I love you" what we got instead was an explicit verbal confirmation of their bonded status as a team.
"Hey... We're a team, right?"
"Keep this up? I'll be out of a job."
11) The HEA
"HEA" stands for "Happily ever after."
While I could (and did) say that Leon and Ashley literally ride off into the sunrise together, that does feel disingenuous. Even though it's true and the imagery is there, they don't really have a happily ever after. Not really. This is the only part that's missing from RE4make.
And that's because RE4make isn't just a romance on its own -- it's a fairy tale set inside of a story that's self-aware and knows that fairy tales aren't real. And so both Leon and Ashley wake up from this shared dream of a romance they've been having, as reluctantly as they do, because it's time for them to come back to reality.
Fairy tales aren't real. Romance novels aren't real.
Their feelings are real. But life doesn't work that way. Not for them.
They may not have a happily ever after, but they do have this moment to be together -- and for them, it's enough.
Because it has to be.
#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#ashley graham#eagleone#meta analysis#THIS TOOK ME AN EMBARRASSINGLY LONG TIME TO WRITE#i thought i'd just whip this up real fast after work#BRO SHIT TOOK ME LIKE FOUR HOURS NO FOOLIES#mostly because i had to take all my fantasy mods off and then go back and re-cap all of these scenes with the defaults on#pain in my ass#so i hope ppl fuckin appreciate this!!!!#the next time someone asks you why/how eagleone is canon#just light this son of a bitch on fire and throw it at their head
110 notes
·
View notes
Text
Asmodeus
General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety
Specific Content Tags: making out, grinding, swearing/dirty talk, straight up sex (riding)
Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞
I feel like I'm going to die.
I was going to my room to take a nice, long bath and wait until the chaos was over. Before I could even get to my door, however, my periphery goes dark, and I nearly trip over my feet and fall flat on my face. Out of reflex, my hand hits a nearby wall, and I lean up against it to maintain my balance.
The tightness in my chest causes me to slide down into the floor, and that's when the smell makes its entrance. It's followed closely behind by the voices. Even though I know that everything's occurring in my mind, I still bury my face in my knees and cover my ears to block out the sound. As expected, this only amplifies things.
"Asmo."
Is someone actually calling my name, or is my brain tricking me?
"Asmodeus."
A hand on my leg quiets the cacophony enough for me to look up.
"What's wrong?" MC asks. They're kneeling in front of me, face full of concern. I want to answer them, but a wheeze escapes my mouth when I try to breathe.
"Don't talk. Just move your head. Can you do that?" I nod my head.
"Do you need help getting up?" Nod. MC stands up and extends a hand out to me. Grabbing it, I allow them to pull me up. The movement unfortunately makes me dizzy, and I end up collapsing into their arms. They thankfully steady me before I knock us back onto the floor.
"Do you have something in your room that might help you feel better?" Nod. MC adjusts the two of us so that we're standing side by side with our hands wrapping around each other's backs, and they gently guide us to my room. Once inside, I direct MC to my bed before having them open one of my dresser drawers and pull out my inhaler.
I was prescribed it after my first attack, and while I haven't had to use it very often, it does come in handy. I have multiples all over the Devildom for this exact purpose.
Once I puff on my inhaler, my vision opens back up, and I feel more stable.
"What just happened?" MC asks. I sigh. I still sound a bit raspy, but I think I can at least talk.
"I had an attack."
"Clearly. Was it triggered by regular allergies, or was this a magically-induced one?"
"It's a side effect of my sin."
"Lust gives you asthma?" Shaking my head, I pat on the bed, and MC comes over to the bed and sits next to me.
"As you may know, demons need sin in order to properly maintain their power."
"And that Avatars of Sin are most attracted to their own sin and will act like vampires if they're not careful." I snort in amusement.
"Honey, we are vampires. No acting required." I pause. "But that's a conversation for another day. What's important right now is that you know these things, because otherwise I'm not going to make much sense to you."
"Got it."
"Now, demons can experience sin as well as consume it. The more powerful the individual, the stronger the sin they produce is. I'm sure you noticed by now that the seven of us are rather intense in that regard, and that's just with our assigned sin. Imagine what it would be like to see us experience each other's sins. There are places we can't go--places that we wouldn't enter normally--because of particular episodes that caused severe damage. And it's not just in an 'oh, you're banned from here' way, but in an 'if you step foot on our property, you will be legally prosecuted' kind of way."
"Remind me to get more details about that later, because now you got my interest piqued." I smile.
"So, since my brothers are under the influence of the syrup, their lust is essentially sprinting towards me and is demanding that I take it all in at once. It's bad enough if one or two of them experience it, but five at the same time?!"
"It's a miracle you didn't die."
"Or kill anyone."
"Over jealousy?" I didn't realize that MC paid that close attention to me to pick up on that. As if reading my mind, MC looks at me in disbelief and adds,
"Do you seriously not remember our last conversation?" Oh. Oh. "You yourself admitted that you couldn't have me to yourself because of your brothers. Does that not upset you?"
"It does." I grab MC's hand. "Do you have any idea just how much I missed you after you went back to the human world? I was never in the mood to go out, even when I was invited to parties."
MC doesn't say anything, but they don't seem to be judging me for what I said, so I decide to continue.
"And at night, I dreamt that you were holding me close, keeping me warm. It never progressed past that, but it didn't need to. MC, I felt lonely without you. I knew no one would take me seriously if I told them that, so I had to keep those emotions to myself. All the while, my brothers would freely lament about how much they missed you, and it angered me."
"You didn't think it was fair."
"It wasn't fair!" MC stands up and faces me, grabbing my other hand and looking into my eyes.
"I wish I knew you felt this way sooner," they state. "You could have come see me."
"We weren't allowed to. Lucifer forbade it."
"In whatever case, I have to make it right."
۞۞۞
MC lets go of my hands and grabs my shoulders to keep their balance as they straddle my lap. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around them and pull them closer to me.
"My pretty Asmo." They reach over and tuck some of my hair behind my ear. "Would you like me to show you how much I love you?" Too stunned to speak, I can only nod my head. MC smiles as they lean in and kiss me.
The make-out session that ensues is unlike any that I've ever participated in. I tend to be the quick, fiery hot type, but this...this is sensual. Even though we're going slow, the passion is just as intense, if not more so.
I know that MC has to attend to my other brothers at some point, but at the moment, all their attention is on me.
Pants fill the room as our clothes seemingly melt away. Pants turn into moans as our hands travel each other's bodies and our most intimate parts brush up against each other.
Before I know it, I'm laying on my back, watching MC finish undress themselves.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." The words slip out of my mouth before the thought fully registers in my brain. "I'm not under the influence of the syrup."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but your worries are unwarranted." They lean down to unbutton my pants. "I want to do this."
"Are you sure?" Why am I doubting MC when they are in the process of pulling my dick out?
"Look, Mammon has always bragged about being my first, and he never specifies that it's about pacts."
"True." Where are they going with this?
"And I'm sure you heard about Beel and I fooling around a bit, but we only ever made out."
"Okay..." I'm completely exposed now.
"I want you to be the first demon that puts their pretty little cock inside of me." Oh my. MC has gotten rather bold since the last time.
I like it.
I sit up on my bed and reposition myself so that I can both rest my head on some pillows and have easier access to the lube that resides in the drawer of my nightstand. If we're doing this, I want to make sure that neither one of us experiences the discomfort of chafing.
MC asks if they could apply the lube, and I happily oblige. They're surprisingly thorough, making sure that I'm well covered in all the right places. Not wanting to waste whatever's remaining on their hands once they're through with me, they apply the rest onto themselves. Then, MC climbs on top of me, and I help them ease their way down my shaft.
"Are you okay?" I ask once they can't take anymore in. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"It's a little uncomfortable, but not painful," they answer. "Then again, it's not like I've done this a bunch of times, so maybe that's to be expected."
"Do you want me to set the tempo, or do you want to be the one in control?"
"Would you mind?" I smile.
"Not at all. I'll be gentle." I grab their sides to keep them steady before slowly thrusting in and out of them. After a few moments, quiet moans escape their lips.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to go faster or keep my current pace?" I know that there are plenty of people that would scold me for asking so many questions, but I feel like it is my responsibility to ensure that my partner gets the most out of the experience. If they are unsatisfied, then I haven't done a good job, plain and simple.
"Could you go a little faster?"
"Certainly." Soon, my moans mix with theirs, and we both start complimenting each other. Or at least, we try to. The closer we get to our climax, the harder it is for us to string words together to form a coherent sentence.
As much as I'd like to keep MC with me for a few more hours, I also don't want my brothers to suffer any longer than they have to, so one round will have to suffice for right now.
#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#this took me an embarrassingly long time to write#like a few hours#my laptop battery was full and now it is at 44%#so there's that#and then there's the fact that this went in a different direction than intended#first i thought it was going to be a simple kiss#and then as i was writing i thought that this would stay sfw and that there would be no kiss#and then the smut happened#hopefully it's not disappointing or weird
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.
Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen
A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death
#hellsing#alucard#kouta hirano#translation was found in a comment by u/lazyfoxheart on r/Kurrent#fun fact this is the highest quality version of this image that exists online#i know because i've been looking forever for a version that's clear enough to actually read what hirano wrote under '1443'#but there weren't any so i had to take matters into my own hands#the real image on the back of the guidebook is only 2 inches tall so i had to take this with my smartphone and will my hands not to shake#anyway i'm pretty sure it's supposed to say Eğrigöz (the location vlad was imprisoned) so yeah. thank you hirano very cool#if i might rant for a sec it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out because i didn't have the guidebook at first#and in the images i could find online that part was just a blur that looked suspiciously like a person's signature and i was like. who tf#i was thinking matthias corvinus since he issued some political propaganda against vlad iirc but it didn't match his signature on wikipedia#then i thought it might be vlad II dracul's since he probably had to sign an agreement to send his sons over as hostages at some point#but that didnt seem right either so i kept skimming vlad's wiki page#and then i was like goddammit...hirano.....you just misspelled Eğrigöz didn't you.. ....#i maybe should've made a separate post dedicated to this instead of writing a novel in the tags but eh#the hellsing brainrot runs deep#also- i put it in the source link at the bottom of the post but the german inscription is copied off a real woodcut of vlad from 1491#except instead of depicting him as an adult hirano drew him as a child which gives the inscription a very different feel imo#the one final thing that interests me about this is the fact that hirano published this calendar in 2002#which is REALLY early in the series. like this was before volume 5 came out??#i have no idea why he decided to do a massive spoiler drop in a random piece of japan-only merch#sandwiched between a drawing of alucard as john travolta from saturday night fever and integra as a fish no less#it makes me really curious to know what the fan response to this was back then. like did people even know who this was#maybe im just an idiot and everyone back then was like 'ah yes its alucard as a 12 year old. how very informative'
85 notes
·
View notes
Note
Okay so, for that Gunil pic I was imagining how he looks like the perfect boyfriend when you're around friends and the other members or just out in public. So sweet and doting. Always has to be touching you in some way, in an non sexual manner, just to feel you. Never takes his eyes off you and fondly smiles at you. Overall he's such a gentleman. But when you're in bed together, he's completely different. His dominant side comes out. He's so rough with you, treating you like his own personal whore (affectionate.) Doesn't hold back from calling you that, probably calls you a slut too. Teases you for not being able to talk properly when he's slamming into you. Says the most absolute filthiest things. Tells you to scream his name when you're cumming. After he's made you cum multiple times, he's back to being his sweet and attentive self. Gets you anything you need and asks if you're okay. Holds you in his arms as he whispers how well you did for him. He definitely melts if you fall asleep on him right away. He feels proud of himself if he's fucked you to sleep ❤ - 🍑
cw: hard dom!gunil, cussing, face slapping
oh, but he IS the perfect boyfriend; the perfect gentleman who’s fully aware you’re in love with his duality that fulfills all your desires, even the ones you didn’t even know you had. gunil treats you like a princess, and always makes sure you have everything you want - some may say there’s a chance of spoiling you too much, but he doesn’t care. so it’s only fair that you show him how grateful you are, right?
“thank you for taking me out tonight, i had a great time,” you tell him after you two get home and you prepare a vase for the beautiful bouquet of flowers he got for you. “thank you for being the best boyfriend..” your whisper clashes with the sounds of his belt getting undone, as he instantly takes the lead when you brush your lips against his. you gasp, wondering how even his soft sensual lips can hold such power.. nevertheless you love it, and it always makes you anticipate how he’s going to dominate you next. you’re already making noises just from his kissing when you feel his fingers crawl up the back of your neck only to pull on your hair. “down.” he demands and you listen
you’re still on the kitchen floor - messy hair and smudged makeup, red knees and breasts sticking out of your dress, - when a puddle of your drooling forms around you causing gunil to chuckle at the desperate sight. “aren’t you gonna ask if i’m gonna fuck you or not?” he squats, lifting your chin with one finger, looking into your dazed eyes. “what is it? too pathetic to even ask for it? tsk, what kind of a whore you are then…” wordless, you only press your lips gently against his palm while he cups your face. he reacts to the kiss by giving you a quick slap that rings harshly in the kitchen. “better start talking, pretty one. i want you to fuckin’ scream my name when i give you my cock, okay? that’s what sluts are for.” you nod obediently, letting out a raspy yes, watching him stand back on his feet. “i’ll take you to bed now cause you did well with your dirty mouth,” he smirks hearing you thank him while getting up with wobbly legs. “don’t dare go silent on me again, got it?”
despite being gunil’s whore at this hour of the night he still lifts you up and takes you to the bedroom while holding you in his arms
#this took me an embarrassingly long time to reply i’m SO sorry#for some reason i have trouble writing gunil almost every time.. hope you enjoy it 🫶🏼🫶🏼#also him fucking you to sleep? >>>> oh gosh he would love that (me too *cough cough*)#💌: xhdream inbox#🍑 anon#xdinary heroes smut#xdinary heroes hard thoughts#xdinary heroes hard hours#xdh smut#xh hard hours#gunil smut#gunil hard thoughts#gunil x reader#xdinary heroes x reader
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dude, I Love Fishing
A few days off between comeback stages and your boyfriend wants to go fishing, he's pretty lucky you love him.
pair: Yunho x Reader
w/c: 1.3k
a/n: Just another fluffy Yunho one-shot, also the number of times I accidentally deleted this post while editing is embarrassing, anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!! Any feedback is appreciated, and any interactions are welcomed and loved! Also ironically the use of a Seventeen song has no correlation with my recent dive into them. Also I definitely did not take or make any of the photos just used them for the header....that I did make....Okay enjoy!!!
tags: @yunbug, @starillusion13
Masterlist
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Comeback season was rough, between recording, rehearsals, outfits and fittings, photoshoots, stage testing, and shooting music videos, promos, teasers, and doing interviews…you could say it’s a full time job. Yeah, comeback season was rough, Comeback season for Ateez? Never stops, with the boys getting bigger and better every comeback it was hard to get them to sit still for even a moment, not that they would, it’s like babysitting hyperactive 3 year olds who just got told it was nap time but they “don’t need a nap they can stay up forever.” but probably less spit and more “you’re not the boss of me.”
“Wooyoung in this moment I very much AM the boss of you.” I groaned trying to get him to stop so I could hear the directions the GPS was taking us. “Do you want to get lost?!”
“We’re in Seoul! We can’t possibly get lost!” he threw his hands up in the air.
“And you know Seoul well enough that if I turn off this GPS you can get us there On Time?” I raised my eyebrow and he looked out the window. “That’s what I thought.”
“I can-!” he started
“Wooyoung-ah, please don’t torture my poor girl, I do that enough at home.” Yunho spoke up from the middle row.
“EWWWW!” came a chorus of voices.
“Not like that!!!!” he waved his hands in front of his face.
“Even I knew that one was coming Yu.” I sighed now on the receiving end of questions of my personal life.
His torture by the way is the sweaty hugs after dance practice before he showers because he just can’t wait that long to hug me, the way he lays on top of me while watching tv or a movie and I mean FULL BODY WEIGHT almost like that scene from Disney’s Lilo and Stitch where Nani goes “Oh no gravity is increasing on me!” only he does it because it’s “much more comfortable”, the endless times he’s had me read the Spider Man comics to him because he likes the character voices I make, not to mention we’ve seen every version a few times. He’s decided to cook dinner a few times only he’s wanted to experiment and try things without a recipe, which is fine, but it’s always stuff he’s never tried making before, last time he mixed up sugar and salt….again….Yeah, I would say he puts me through a few trials at home….I wouldn’t change them, in fact I kind of miss it when he’s away on tour and I’m stuck back home.
“y/n!?” Yunho called out from the kitchen. Here comes the soup popsicles again…
“Yeah?” I sighed and put down my book.
“We should take a trip!” he announced coming into the room. “Why are you closing your eyes with your hand out?”
“Huh? Oh uh….nothing. A trip? What kind?”
“Let’s go to the lake! We can go fishing! Bring the guys along and everything!”
“Fishing? Yunho you know I don’t like fishing, it’s…hard (weird)”
“Oh come on Jagiya, pleaseeeee, it’ll be like a beach trip or something, water, swimsuits, picnic!”
I sighed. “Fine.”
It was in fact, NOT like the beach, I’m covered head to toe in waterproof clothing, the most shapeless pair of waterproof overalls or waders, wellingtons, a vest with way too mant pockets, a floppy hat, and a waterproof shirt…oh and a life vest.
“You look beautiful” he smiled, I took a photo as he put on his life vest.
“You look ridiculous.” I chuckled at his outfit, it was normal…save for the Spider-man life jacket that was too small…
~~~~
“Yunho that’s for kids…” I said as we browsed our local Department Store.
“Nuh uh!!” he shook his head and smiled. “It says 5 plus y/n! I’m plus! I’m over 5!”
“I’m starting to doubt that.” I mumbled as I put it in the cart.
“Aw no way!!! Jagiya!” he called from behind me.
I turned and nearly fell over laughing, he found a pair of wayyyy too small goggles as well, he looked like one of those watermelons with rubber bands stretched around it until they burst.
“Yu, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you get those.” I snorted…never did that in my last relationship.
~~~~~
“Well good thing I don’t have to impress anyone then hmm?” he gave me that face. “Come on I’ll catch the best fish for us to eat tonight.”
“We could’ve just gone to the store.”
“But this way it’s a date.”
“Grocery shopping is a date.”
“Okay fine you got me there.” he smiled. “But it’s nice to get some fresh air during comeback season!”
“Yu….it smells like mud…”
“Earth! I love it!” he smiled. “Come on I figure we can try the boat first.”
How did I let him talk me into this?
“Yunho?”
“Hmm?” he turned towards me.
“How much longer are we going to be out here?” I looked at him. “We’ve been out here for hours already.”
“Until you catch one too.”
“I’m fine not catching one.” I chuckled. He’s caught 5…who knew he was so good at it.
“Maybe if you don’t catch one in an hour.”
“Okay, fair enough.”
We waited…he started humming….it sounds kind of familiar.
“생각처럼 쉬운 게 없네요
매일 생각해요 난 어떻게 해야 할지
도착했다 싶을 때, 다시 시작이네요
앞이 깜깜할 때도” Yunho hummed softly.
“Whatcha singing?” I looked at him.
“Just something stuck in my head.” he smiled.
“소용돌이치는 하루 속에
사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서
비어 있는 내 두 손에
세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서”
“Seventeen?” I raised an eyebrow as he got louder.
He started swaying a little.
“Yunho be careful, you’re rocking the boat.” I looked at him….it was too late.
“소용돌이치는 하루 속에
사소한 행복을 나에게 줘서
비어 있는 내 두 손에
세상의 모든 미소를 쥐여줘서
가파른 길에 숨이 찰 때도
추운 날 길 잃은 때도
따듯한 온기와 함께 손을 내밀어주는!!!” he exclaimed standing up and what do you know the boat tipped over. “YUNHO!”
I broke the surface of the water.
“You owe me a new phone.” I looked at him after we swam back to the shore with the boat.
“Gladly.” he smiled and wrapped a towel around me still humming.
“You’re lucky I love you.” I huffed.
“I’m very lucky indeed.” he kissed my cheek but grimaced at the taste left on his lips.
“Yeah let me guess I taste how the lake smells?”
“No no just a piece of algae in my mouth…”
“I don’t believe you.” I sighed and we made our way to go get cleaned up and the boathouse.
“You know what they say, shower together and save water.”
“Are you seriously horny after tipping the boat over into a fish pond…and there’s mud in my hair?”
“What can I say…the mud really adds texture.” he chuckled.
“New phone and a new boyfriend.” I nudged him.
“Awwwwww come on.”
After I took my shower…alone. We sat on the deck to eat the lunch/dinner we brought along. I didn’t catch a single fish, I got knocked out of the boat and I lost my phone….
“You didn’t catch a fish but you caught one thing?”
“....yeah?” I looked at him knowing it was going to be bad.
“This boot!” he held up the waterlogged boot I got before he knocked us over dancing.
“I totally thought you were going to say ‘My Heart’” I laughed a little.
“Nah, you caught that a long time ago.” he smiled and pushed my wet hair behind my ear.
“You’re so annoying Jeong Yunho.”
“And you are the light of my life l/n f/n……D.I.L.F” he spelled out.
I spit. “What!?”
“Dude I Love Fishing!” he smiled and looked at me.
“Yunho! That’s not what that means!!!!” I laughed and hit his arm.
As we walked back to the car Yunho held up the boot again.
“Should we-”
“No we are not keeping the boot.” I chuckled. “We can get matching phone cases this time.”
“Well I am keeping you, so I guess I win.” he smiled. “Can I pick out the phone case?”
“Fine…you win.”
I am never going fishing again.
#ateez#ateez x reader#ateez fanfic#my writing#yunho x reader#ateez fic#dude i love fishing#my writings#my blog#me#yunho#this took me an embarrassingly long time to post because I deleted it 3 times#also Yunho posting as I tried also posting#it was a sign.....probably a sign I need to go to bed.
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
for a person who has very little sex in real life ( i am very autistic and it’s just very overstimulating and i hate being touched in any way like 85% of the time ), i sure am a slut for writing smut.
#ooc.#i was diagnosed w asperger’s in the late 90s#do you know how long it took me to stop saying i have asperger’s??#embarrassingly too long#idk what that has to do with anything#omg i think my edible is kicking in#like 5% of the time i’m like OMFG I NEED SOMEONE TO SQUEEZE ME AS HARD AS THEY CAN OR I MIGHT SCREAM#and then a squeeze will regulate me so quick and then once i’m chill i;m like#ew okay your skin is touching my skin and i need it to stop#pls tell me i’m not the only one lmao#anyway lemme shut up and write some replies before i pass tf out#what even was this post?
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
you know what the worst thing about the shirtless russ atbb incident was btw. it's that the person that came into my inbox literally like TWO hours after i posted a very nonsexualized shirtless skeleton and told me they wanted to ride him all night long did so Off anon. and i recognized them. because they were a past commissioner. a past commissioner who called me "dear" the entire time i was working on their commission and acted very very motherly in a way that at the time was very sweet but ever since that message feels so god damn gross to think about like what the ever loving fuck dude
#took me an Embarrassingly long time to actually block them#(meaning like a couple days at most but still too long lmao)#but every now and then im like. dude. we TALKED its not like that was an ACCIDENT#IM STILL THE ONE WRITING THE GUY#HE WOULD MAYBE BE RECEPTIVE TO THAT BUT HE IS NOT THE ONE READING MY FUCKING INBOX MA'AM#YOUR MESSAGE WAS READ BY A HIGH SCHOOLER MA'AM
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Are there any fic ideas that you'd want to see but don't want to write?
Oh boy! Of course!
To be honest, the Green Lantern story is one of the big ones lmfao. It would be a massive undertaking for an audience of maybe five people. A niche audience normally doesn't stop me, but for such a long story, there's other uses of my time. There is also the fact that it just feels made for television. Same with my Legion of Superheroes Zoobomafoo thing - it just doesn't feel right in a text format. It's webcomic coded. I wish I could draw sometimes!
Then there's the story ideas for my AUs and other fandoms I've moved on from. There's still a few ideas for the No Chip AU in my back pocket (Cody redemption feat. Boba Fett following him around Tatooine yelling at him; Fox as the vigilante sidekick to his insane PA) and my normal Roleswap (Luke & Leia embark on a Great Father Mystery Hunt and bother Fox in the woods). There's also the continuation stories/sequels I've started but haven't finished and don't know if they will get finished (Roleswap Obi-Wan meets his birth family; my Buffy fic Angel and Cordelia through the years). There's other unfinished stories there (the Frenchie story which is literally only missing the final scene, the Heroes For Hire meeting story which is literally only missing the final scene) which I'm pretty sure I'll finish when I feel like it. I don't consider those WIPs so much as 'when I care again I'll go finish them'.
Then there's the stories that I just couldn't make into a decent story (the Naruto fix-it; the roleswap(ish?) story with adult bounty hunters Boba and Omega teaching runaway clones Luke and Leia the power of family and incredible violence). Not every idea is good outside of concept lol.
TL;DR: If I have a fic idea but haven't written it, it's because of one or more reasons: a) the idea itself is too big, b) the idea just doesn't seem right for fic, c) I've moved on from the fandom and don't want to work on it at this moment anymore, d) it just wouldn't make a good story.
If you notice, these are all active choices on my part. I only mention this because a lot of my friends can't relate, so I don't know how common it is even though I assumed it was common, and it's kind of hard to describe: there's no barrier between me having an idea and writing it. Does that make sense? If I have an idea and it'll make a good story and I want to write it I'll write it, at least until I realize that it wouldn't make a good story and I scrap it. If I think about something for too long I write it [this is why I am easily egged on][this is also why I write things I swore never to write very frequently].
Writing is like. It's easy. You just write stuff. You just think something and then you write it. It's uncomplicated.
If it's bad. Writing is easy if what you're writing is bad. It's easy to write 100k if the 100k is bad. There's a ton of shortcuts you can take, which are really useful for beginning writers and was really useful for me a few years ago. I can describe those if you'd like. It's much, much, much harder to write something good. It's hardest when you need something to be good. Writing a good 100k is really hard. I am constantly telling people not to jump into the novels kjlsdf.
Double TL;DR that has nothing to do with the topic: You can write whatever you want if you're okay with it being bad. Making bad art rocks and is a lot of fun and completely necessary towards my emotional well-being. I highly recommend it.
#for example: new wave is 117k and took 2 years and covid puppy is 120k and took 1.5 months.#wow I really digressed there lol#it felt like the most important thing to mention though#to be absolutely clear: for every one high effort good story#I NEED to write three low effort bad stories#I think making bad art is necessary for your creativity and if you want to make good art#im not joking#i struggle explaining this to people in a remotely succinct way but like#skill scaffolds#there's a lot of skills you have to develop and for a polished work they need to stack#and it took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to develop those and you can track that skill development thru my AO3#and reading fanfic I can usually pick out what skills people have finished developing and which ones they're still working on#it has a lot to do with like The Two Different Ways To Write Fanfic#which aren't like better or worse than each other#but one is muuuuch easier to write than the other and as a result is harder to do well#and is an excellent palate cleanser of writing in between doing it the other way#which is really hard#(the difference is like 90% pacing -.- )#my writing#my asks
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
honestly i kind of accidentally created my own (lesbian, historian) answer to mulder and scully, so who knows?? my years in x files fanfiction might provide me with some good material down the line
#it's mulder and scully if mulder and scully were grad students who grew up in haunted houses and ran a support group#and eventually started going around helping people deal with their haunted houses#while taking along one's younger sister bc she can see ghosts#..... honestly they're more my answer to the (fictional!) warrens asdfgjkllll it took me an EMBARRASSINGLY long time to make the#msr connection#but yeah! now i have a supernatural fighting duo/occasional trio#whom im resisting the urge to shove into the climaxes of all my unfinished drafts to make things easier#have to finish their introduction novel first!!#writing
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
for the sleepy prompts!
pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late
So I sort of adapted this prompt a bit to fit my recent brainworm, I apologize its not spot on!
"Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I to learn this from Hythlodaeus of all people?"
"I was trying to find the best way to tell you, Hades. I never wanted for you to find out like this." She pleads, please understand.
"More like you were going to leave first, lest I had any means of convincing you to stay." The hurt is plain in his voice.
"Hades… the convocation is wrong. How will sacrificing our people save them?"
"They will have a better chance compared to inaction. You doom them by not trying, but most importantly you doom yourself. A world without you…" Golden eyes burn into her with an intensity that makes her want to drown in them, "I cannot fathom."
She has no time to argue further, as he all but crushes his lips to hers, each kiss igniting every nerve in her body. Her back hits the wall behind her, and he takes that moment of surprise to lift her. She wraps her legs around his waist, and weaves her hands into his hair. Each kiss leaves her breathless; she has to tug on his hair for him to relinquish his claim on her mouth. He does not stop, trailing kisses along her throat, teeth marking her at her collarbone. Another pull of his hair brings forth a groan, and finally his eyes meet hers.
"Astraea, please." A broken whisper, a plea. This gets her attention.
Hades had always been restrained, taking great care in each action. Slow, calculated, never one to beg. The man before her now, this was a man who was clinging to her as though he were starved and she was the only source of nourishment; as though without her he would have nothing left.
The pain of her departure would have to wait, and she loses herself in him.
--
The argument replays in her head, over and over, keeping her from sleep. She never meant for her leaving to be a secret, yet at every opportunity the words never came. It was no better, now that he knew, because she wanted more than ever to stay. Stay for him, convictions be damned.
The dawn light was beginning to show through the window. Their lovemaking had been thorough, neither wanting to stop until exhaustion forced their hand. Hades, who so dearly loved to sleep, had fallen victim immediately, arms wrapped around hers and face buried in the back of her neck. She feels each breath against her bare skin, steady with sleep. She decides to forfeit rest, and rise before he wakes. Its cruel, she knows, to leave when so much remains unsaid, but she fears she won't if she faces him again.
His grip only tightens around her as she tries to extract herself from him, "Leaving, are you?"
"Can't sleep anyway, I figured…"
He pulls her closer, entwining his fingers with hers, "Stay. Give me one last morning with you."
The finality of his words sends a sharp pain directly into her chest, his resolve to let her go even if it wrecks him too.
She kisses the back of his hand, "Okay."
One last morning… she could do that. She settles into his warmth, and waits for sleep to take her. When morning comes and goes and she wakes long into the afternoon, she can't help but chuckle. He convinced me to stay after all.
#it took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with a name I liked for my azem sooooo#what a surprise more angst! i am insufferable!#idk this took me a while to write i'm sorry for the delay#thanks for the ask <3#my writing#ffxiv#azem x hades#azem x emet selch#wolemet#wol x emet selch#ffxiv writing
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
Powers and Prejudice #1: Origins
It didn't take Lizzie's enhanced observational skills to notice that Mom was upset. Sparks crackled in Mom's hair as she paced the living room end-to-end. Mary, sitting by the window with two open books, ignored her reading and followed Mom with her eyes. Kitty sat invisibly on one end of the sofa, but Lizzie could tell by the sound of her rustling hair that she was following every movement. Only Dad--the habitual cause of Mom's outbursts--was unaffected, sitting in the armchair as calmly as if he were alone.
"You have no compassion on my nerves!" Mom moaned, electricity sparking down her arms.
Dad lifted a hand, and a book flew from the shelf, opened itself to the first page, and hovered just below his eye level. "On the contrary," he said, his eyes on the page. "I have great respect for your nerves. They have been my companion for the past twenty years."
The lamp beside Dad's chair dimmed and flared with Mom's emotions. "With one phone call, you could secure us invitations to the university's fundraising gala, and you refuse to do anything!"
Dad turned a page of his book without lifting a finger. "I was unaware you were so passionate about education. If you like, I can write a check. Seems rather a waste to return so much of my hard-earned salary to my employer, but if it pleases you, my dear--"
Mom cut him off with a wave of her hand. Sparks crackled around her fingertips. "Why are you so difficult? You know very well that we need the tickets so Jane can debut as a Netherfield superhero."
Dad said, "I should think organizers would object to our eldest daughter smashing through walls in the middle of such a prestigious event."
Perhaps overhearing her name, and knowing from experience how dangerous it was to let Mom plan her future unimpeded, Jane entered from the other doorway, still wearing leggings from her dance class. Jane, the kindest and most unassuming of the Bennett girls, also happened to be able to stop trains with her bare hands, and was thus the focus of Mom's hopes in getting her daughters established among Netherfield's superheroes.
Mom said, "The only reason these events exist in Netherfield is to give supervillains something to attack! If Jane is on the scene, she'll be in a perfect position to help with the rescue efforts."
No one but Lizzie could have noticed the slight flush in Jane's cheeks or the quickening of the pulse in her neck. Jane had been preparing for this future her whole life, but Lizzie alone knew how much the expectations weighed on her. She met Jane's gaze and gave a reassuring nod. Jane gave a slight smile and shrugged a shoulder, as if to say, it had to happen sometime.
Dad turned another page. "Your public-mindedness is admirable, darling, but surely, if the event is in such grave danger, Netherfield's established defenders will already be providing security."
"That's why Jane has to be there! The Blur is back in town, and the Captain will no doubt be on patrol. I've even heard rumors that the Archer has been spotted in Netherfield."
Lizzie glanced around the room and saw that all her sisters were as surprised as she was.
"The Archer?" Lizzie asked. "Outside Pemberley?"
"Mrs. Lucas swears on her life that she saw him prowling near the river last night."
Lizzie shuddered. Bad enough that the creature hunted the superhumans in the city of Pemberley. Had Netherfield come under his dominion, too?
Lydia raced into the room, streams of electricity crackling behind her. Lydia saw little reason to rein in her power, so even at the age of sixteen, she always sparked like an overexcited toddler. She even bounced like a toddler who'd been promised a treat. "The Archer? This one doesn't have a sidekick yet, right? Can't I go? I'm more powerful than any of us."
Lizzie gave her a disapproving glance. "Which is why the Archer would skewer you."
"Oh, Lizzie," Mrs. Bennet said. "Overthinking everything. The Archer is known to partner with superhumans."
"The old Archer," Lizzie replied. "This new one has had to fight an awful lot of superhumans to keep Pemberley from falling back into chaos, and he hasn't exactly been friendly."
"Which is why," Mom said, "Jane must make connections with established superheroes before displaying her powers. We don't want the Archer or anyone else mistaking her for a villain. And here we have the perfect opportunity for a public debut, and your father refuses to act!"
"I don't see why it falls to me, my dear. You're the one who wants your daughters to risk their lives in combat. If you wish Jane to debut in the company of a known and trusted superhero, you could dig your old costume out of the mothballs. You're nearly as trim as you were in those days, and about as suited to hero work as any of our daughters."
"You know that I have nothing like enough power to be of use in a fight these days," Mom said, though she blushed slightly. (Did she even notice Dad's sarcasm?) "And it would be far better for her to work with superheroes who are already working in Netherfield."
And the best way to do that was to hope someone attacked a charity fundraiser? Lizzie could have pointed out a dozen flaws in the plan, but Mom didn't like to be logic-ed at. Best to let Dad take the brunt of this one.
"Why just Jane?" Lydia asked. "Why can't we all go? I'd be so good in a fight."
"You're also sixteen," Lizzie pointed out.
Softly, Jane said, "I'd really like Lizzie with me."
"I'd rather stay home," Mary said. "Violence is an unfit use for our extraordinary gifts."
From her armchair, Kitty coughed and asked, "Can't I go?"
Mom jumped in surprise--Kitty was still invisible--then threw up her arms in distress. Sparks singed the ceiling. "None of you will go because we can't get tickets!" As the girls babbled protests and suggestions, Mom stalked out of the room with her hands to her temples. "Quiet, all of you. I'm getting a headache. I don't want to hear another word about the charity ball."
Dad's book floated shut. "Is that so? I wish you'd have mentioned it earlier. It would have saved me a call to the university office." He lifted a hand, and a drawer opened in the writing desk on the far side of the room. An envelope rose from it and floated into his hand, revealing three tickets to the university's fundraising ball. "They were happy to give them to a professor of my standing, but if you're not interested, I'm sure I could pass them off on someone more willing."
Mom lit up. "You had them the whole time? I should have known! You're far too good a father to let an opportunity like this pass by."
"This is for the sake of promoting education," Dad said, "and as such, Lizzie is the only one of you with any right to go. But if the university is in as much danger as you fear, it's only right that you go, my dear, and take Jane with you to protect you from any falling debris."
Lydia and Kitty whined in protest, even after Dad explained that they had to be eighteen to get tickets, but none of that seemed to affect Mom's headache. It seemed to have vanished with the good news.
While Mom paced the room and praised her husband, Dad floated the tickets toward Lizzie while looking at Jane. "I'd wish you a good time, but given the circumstances, I hope your evening is beset by a dozen disasters and you managed to defeat them all."
Lizzie took the tickets. Jane smiled tightly. Mom made plans for costumes.
#powers and prejudice#jane austen#superheroes#adventures in writing#what the hey#i've spent too much time plotting this silly au not to write something on the p&p side of things#this is very rough and very silly but here you go#for as rough as it is this took me an embarrassingly long time to write#more than two people in one scene? i hate it#how do people do this?
46 notes
·
View notes
Text
A fun thing about having written primarily original stories and spn fic is that I am only now realising that have a, writers block inducing, lack of understanding of what a healthy supportive conversation with a parent figure looks like...
#Genuinely stuck#These elders are actually trying to help#Nothing I write reflects that#My instincts are WRONG here#Took me an embarrassingly long time to realise why
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Race Details - Terranian
For those of you wondering about my OC Danny from book 1 of the Garden that Burned series - Kindling. He is a Terranian teen who does his best despite his anxieties. His ethnicity is Edenkiin, and he's an adept Geomancer (someone with the ability to manipulate rock, stone, and dirt).
If you'd like to know more about his race and the way they perceive the world, check out the link below!
My personal favorite category of the article is the "historical figures." I had a lot of fun thinking them up :P
#original race#writeblr#creative writing#TGTB#this took me an embarrassingly long time#writers of tumblr#writerscommunity
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Angsty/fluffy pynch inspired by the waiting for Greywaren brain rot.
In Mister Impossible, there’s reference to Adam and Ronan digging a pond together in the summer before Adam goes to college and you thought I wouldn’t latch onto this tiny, probably insignificant detail and write 3k+ words about it?
#this took me an embarrassingly long time#to write#like it’s not even that deep#I was just sitting on it like a chicken with an egg#this is my little chick I give to you#pynch#ronan lynch#adam parrish#mister impossible#the dreamer trilogy#tdt#greywaren#angst#fluff#the best combo#ao3
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
oc(s) of choice who you think would have the clearest or strongest feelings about it, perhaps: what do they want done with their body when/after they die?
[OOUUUGGHGH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION i'm gonna do this for morgan]
MORGAN: so so very torn here because on the one hand, i want to be composted. because that's something you can do with bodies now which is very, VERY cool actually. but i also want my skeleton to be kept as a halloween decoration - or just a year-round decoration - because it would be really funny. maybe not to anyone else, though. but i think it's hilarious. you could dress me up for any and every occasion. weekend at bernie's type beat, y'know. but i also want to, like, become a mushroom. that'd be cool. just like, some little guy out in the woods, chilling. god, that'd be so good. not a care in the world. but can i, as a mushroom, be dressed to the nines in the shadows of a haunted house? absolutely not. but i would have friends as a mushroom, though. i hope i don't die before i decide what i want, because otherwise everyone's gonna put me in a box. i've made it VERY clear i don't want to be put in a box. lou knows this. i will not stop reminding her of this. i know she knows but i need to KNOW that she KNOWS. if not i AM gonna come back and kick her ass. as a ghost. we both know i have the potential to do that. ghosts have kicked us in the ass before. and they'll do it again! AND I'LL DO IT TOO IF I DON'T GET TURNED INTO A SPIRIT HALLOWEEN PROP YOU FUCKING-. [dial tone] [end of transmission]
#oc tag#i like to imagine she went on a REALLY long tangent about this. like. a good half an hour#bc Lord that girl can talk. imagine waking up and you have a missed call and this is the voicemail.#morgan ranting about soil types and mushrooms for what feels like years#i would have had her do that here but thats much more research than i am willing to do at this time HGFGJH#anyway does this give off her vibe. does this answer the question 'how does morgan talk'#i hope so. this took an embarrassingly long amount of time :pensive:#i was trying to write formally but it didnt feel write i kept re-writing again and again#and then i decided. just turn my brain off and strat writing words. that's what morgan would do. and here we are#and now you get me rambling in the tags hii <3 love you
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
. . .꒰ PEEKING . ꒱
╰┈➤˗ˏˋ kai peeks in on his friend fucking his girlfriend-- little does he know, they're fully aware he's there.
PAIRING ── choi yeonjun x fem!reader x huening kai
GENRE ── pure smut, NSFW MDNI!
WARNINGS ── exhibitionism, semi-public sex, voyuerism, perv!kai, threesome mentions, vaginal sex, spanking, degradation + name calling, mean dom!yeonjun, hair pulling, breath play if you squint
WORDS ── 0.7k
A/N ── i’ve been in a huge writing slump recently despite all of my ideas and this took EMBARRASSINGLY long to write despite how short it is omg. will try to write a few more short drabbles to get inspo back before working on bigger wips :3 hope you enjoy~~
♡⠀⠀⠀ ⠀︵⠀ [ m. list ] ⭑ [ reblogs and feedback appreciated! ]
guilt and shame weighed heavy in kai’s chest, rotting away at his insides as he pressed his ear to the door, but he just couldn’t stop himself.
he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
the squeaking of a mattress, the dull thud of a headboard against the wall. the slapping of skin on skin, dripping wet and obscene. and moaning— your moaning, rattling around inside of his empty cotton head, so shrill and loud he can almost ignore the other voice moaning too. almost.
“fuck, you’re such a slut!” yeonjun hisses with a cruel laugh, barely audible over your cries of pleasure. “just couldn’t wait for my cock, huh? had to act like a brat ‘n get me to fuck you raw in kai’s bed? nasty girl.”
kai thinks, just for a second, that maybe he should be disgusted at one of his best friends fucking his girlfriend in his bedroom, just a short distance away from where kai and the other boys were watching a movie on the couch… but his cock strained hard against the fly of his jeans, his head swam with the sound, the thought of you. he’s wanted you forever, so close but so unobtainable held possessively in yeonjun’s arms— and there you were, just behind his bedroom door, getting fucked hard and sounding just as debauched and beautiful as he had dreamed you would time and time again.
yeonjun’s words make you whimper, staccato with his thrusts into your dripping pussy. you were so wet that kai could hear your sweet gummy walls squelch around yeonjun’s cock, so slick and loud ringing in his ears— “jjunie!” you gasped, so pretty and pathetic, “slow— slow down!”
both you and kai gasp when a harsh slap echos through the air, no doubt aimed for your pert little ass. the one that’s haunted kai for months now. “shut up, take what i give you,” yeonjun huffs, those wet smacking thrusts growing faster, harder. “be a good girl ‘n just take it, fuck. this is what you wanted, right? wanted me to fuck you where he’d hear?”
you moan, choke and gag around a broken “yes, yes!”, and kai stops cold. his breath grows ragged, and the little gap in the doorway laughs at him, mocks him.
it’s all a little too perfect. staged, even— though that may just be kai’s perfect excuse for why he inches closer, peeks into the bedroom with burning cheeks.
your face is buried in kai’s pillow, hands fisting his blankets as yeonjun plows into you from behind; kai admires the curve of your back, the spanked red globes of your asscheeks ass they jiggle with your boyfriend’s thrusts. yeonjun seems to admire them too, one of veiny hands kneading greedy handfuls as the other presses you into the bed by your neck. “fuck, fuck, you’re so tight, squeezing me so good—!” yeonjun whines, throwing his head back. “you ‘gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over kai’s bed, baby?”
kai’s breath hitches, his hands sweaty as they brace themselves against the doorframe, and the door creaks open just a little bit more. just enough for yeonjun to notice.
when his and kai’s eyes meet, yeonjun just grins, wild in a way that kai had never seen in his friend before. “he’s watching, baby, just like you wanted,” yeonjun coos, sickly sweet, “gonna watch you cum oh my cock.”
despite his hand still holding you down, you lift your head out of the pillows just enough to lock eyes with kai too. pretty tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, so wrecked and ruined, and kai finds himself moaning aloud when you reach out for him with shaking fingers, whimper his name like a prayer.
this is what you wanted, what you planned. Kai’s too shocked to move, to say anything as yeonjun snickers at his dumbfounded, blushing face. he’s still fucking you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge as you cry out for release.
“she wants you,” he laughs, releasing your throat to grab a fistful of your hair, tug you up to his chest. “we both know how bad you want her— won’t you help her? make her cum? her jjunie’s being mean to her, won’t play with her pussy right… look, she’s even begging.”
he whispers into your ear something that sounds an awful lot like “beg, whore.” kai gulps, so hard it’s almost painful… the pain reminds him that this is real, that this isn’t just another one of his embarrassing wet dreams.
“kai, hyuka, please—“ you hiccup so pitifully, perky breasts bouncing as yeonjun continues to buck up into your wet cunt, and kai just can’t help but give in.
he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty anymore.
#k-labels#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut#txt x reader#yeonjun x reader#hueningkai x reader#yeonjun hard thoughts#yeonjun hard hours#yeonjun smut#hueningkai hard thoughts#hueningkai hard hours#hueningkai smut
642 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
bratfiction
𝟅𝟈
gliyo
Forget and forgive because life is to live.
annachibi
classy as fuck
milliesdiary
millie
blu-bax
the blu-bax blog