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suguruplsr · 7 months

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All you know..

✰ ✰ ✰ “are we dating? are we fuckin’? are we best friends? are we something in between that?” — heartbeat , childish gambino

જ⁀➴ i fucking love this. idk what it is tho <3

,, fuckboy! suguru x fem!reader , situation-ship , toxic (both kinda) , reader is mentioned to hook up a bit (w/ boys n’ girls) , slight angst , smut , sex at a party , mirror sex , mean! suguru , degradation , choking , slapping , brat taming ? , idk i wrote this at 4 am

fuckboy! suguru who you met at some party your friend took you to, hosted by his best friend, gojo satoru. surprisingly enough, suguru was the exact opposite of satoru, sure he had the sexual appeal that he definitely used to his advantage, but he was more respectful and quiet. rather than hitting up on girls like his counterpart, the girls were lured to him with just looks alone. his dark eyes and low voice wrapping them tightly into his web until he’s asking them to get out of his bed at 6 am in the morning, needing to clean his room and air out the stench of sex.

— but he never told you to leave, in fact, he let you stay in bed while he cleaned, gathering up your clothes to wash them and leaving out some of his for you to put on when you woke up. suguru wondered if he was just pussy whipped or just too tired to deal with a person that early in the morning. but he was in fact whipped when he found you fixing up his bed after waking up. actually making small talk with him, something he wasn’t fond of, but after your conversation drifted off from the topic last night, he found himself talking with you for hours on his couch, eventually watching a movie and all.

fuckboy! suguru who you see more, from random calls of ‘needing him’ to late night drives to get ice cream. or smoking a thick blunt at 8 am while you two watch some rom-com you picked out. getting picked up straight after work to go to his house and get your feet rubbed, loved on with small praises murmured into your thighs. sometimes he’s taking you to the club or to fancy dinners. you like it, the diversity of being.. well, something, with him. which leads to what you don’t like, not having a name for what you two are.

— two months. it took you two months of good dick, soft moments, fun dates, and getting spoiled for you to question everything. you almost felt guilty, but you were too headstrong for that, you know any other girl in your place would never complain or demand an answer as to what relationship you two have formed. but you know that’s probably why he likes you, so stubborn and always knowing what you want. the first time it came to mind, you asked him straight up.

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“suguru?” you finish cutting your steak, before answering his small “hm?” , “what are we?” your voice was probably softer then you wanted it to be, confidence faltering as he stayed silent. perhaps this wasn't the best time? well yea, no shit, you think. you two were at some well known restaurant downtown, both of you dressed up and eating delicious food that suguru was paying for. you didn’t know where his money came from, but you knew better than to press when he gave an indirect answer the first time you asked, guys like that usually do some shady shit. and you have enough experience to know to just accept you found a man with good money and go about your business.

“how about you just eat mama? we’ll talk later.” and later never came, just subject changes and avoidance that had you rethinking this whole thing you had with him. it’s not like he has eyes for other girls, obviously committed to this growing.. situationship.. you two have going on. he turns down girls in a heartbeat, and nearly yelled at satoru when he found out his best friend was giving out his number to shy admirers. he was very clear that he wanted you. just not clear enough. and it’s not like you’re looking for others, but you can’t help but just want something more, wanting to be in an actual relationship rather than walk on this thread of string that you could tip over at any moment.

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fuckboy! suguru that you have an argument with for the first time after 3 months of knowing each other. annoyed by your nonstop questioning that he’s been desperately trying to not answer. and he goes off, making it painfully clear that no matter what you two do, you guys aren’t even completely serious, meaning that those moments of vulnerability, kisses that were way more than just the ‘heat of the moment’, the drives to walmart at 2 am for snacks, everything that made you fall in love, was just nothing. and that he doesn’t owe you an explanation as to why it’s nothing, as to why those soft touches that explored your body in a language different from just sex, was nothing. the tiny shifts in your dynamic together was just nothing. there was never something, and you were just friends with benefits. nothing more.

— finding your answer, you decide that perhaps it was best to leave nothing and to find something. not talking to him for weeks and responding to those guys who ask for your number, which leads to very few that you see outside of your bed. maybe you were desensitized after him? only knowing the name of geto suguru, a taste on your lips that was oh so sour. yet a taste on your lips that never leaves, no one fills the lost warmth when they hold you, it’s not the same as his, they may be a good kisser, but it’s not the same as his, they could throw dick down good, but it wasn’t the same as his. you only knew geto suguru.

— and you fucking hate yourself for that. you hate that he suddenly appears outside your door after 5 weeks and 4 days since your argument. you hate that you let him in and fuck you in such an intimate way that it doesn’t feel like fucking, you hate that you swear up and down you’ll set it straight with him in the morning only to be greeted by his lazy smile, making you breakfast and apologizing for everything except for not giving you a simple answer. you hate that you let him walk back into your life so casually. and it happens, you ask after two weeks of ‘normalcy’, in which he doesn’t answer. and you try to make it clear you won’t be seeing him again. but it happens again, again, and again. because no one can love you in the way geto suguru does. and you only knew geto suguru.

fuckboy! suguru who makes you fall into a swirl of emotions you hate. 6 months. you don’t ask anymore. that cute guy at starbucks? you had three dates with him. the hot tattoo artist down the street? yea you two fucked after she finished her work on your back. the same one suguru kissed all over after it finished healing. gojo satoru? he’s been in your bed a few times. that makes you confident in knowing that suguru isn’t oblivious to the fact that you’ve been seeing others without a care in the world. but you also know he won’t do anything, because according to his logic, you two weren’t anything serious. so he has no right to judge you, no matter how well he treats you. it was nothing in his eyes right?

— maybe that’s why you have to try breaking his patience again, one last time. maybe he’ll finally cut you off and let you move on or he’ll give you an answer you can take and hold onto, without hesitation. you’re going to a halloween costume themed party, everyone in their typical final girl outfits, or wearing iconic outfits of killers you’ve all grown to know. you wear a skimpy killer nurse costume, painting fake blood in places that forces eyes to linger for too long. i mean, if it made geto suguru, of all people, to stop and give you a look that may have been a warning for you to keep your act together, then was it really a defective plan?

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“man, this mansion is fucking creepy.” your friend groans, taking in another sip of her ‘blood’ (wine), after you two walk over the creaking wood. you two were on the 2nd floor, watching the dancing that happened below you two. mainly coming up here after you two realized this is where mostly everyone looking for a quick fuck went to. but your friend only gave you a sigh when your eyes stayed on some broad guy at the end of the hall. “you serious about this? what about that guy you came here with?” she raised an eyebrow, nudging your side as you rolled your eyes.

“and he’s precisely why i’m doing this babe.” you grin, finishing off your drink and getting up once you see the familiar cloak of suguru’s classic ghost face costume from the corner of your eyes. he was finally taking the bait and coming up stairs. you only knew it was him from the gray glowing paint at the ends of it, something he did when he found out a lot of people were going to dress up as the famous killer. but you also knew from how his eyes stayed on you, they may be covered by the creepy mask, but the slow turn of his head from downstairs when he had first seen you walking up the stairs said enough.

you strut over to the guy with a ditzy smile, his eyes quickly finding themselves falling to your busty breasts as you rub a hand along his chest, making it ‘apparent’ to him that you wanted to take him to some random room and have him fuck your brains out. which wasn’t really the case to be honest. sure he had a good figure, but from his constant stuttering and nervous body language, you knew wasn’t your type. he was lost, definitely a virgin. maybe you’ll hit him up when he gets some experience under his belt? well, probably after you delete the one number that always stays pinned in your messages.

you almost have the poor guy falling for your slutty act when a gloved hand grips your wrist tightly, the masked figure pulling you away with no words. “suguru? fuck are you doing? hey—“ you tried playing dumb, almost tripping when he slams the door of some guest room and pins you to it harshly. you stay silent, almost holding your breath at the sounds of his heavy one, the white mocking mask staring at you eerily. “i tried to be patient with you.” suguru’s voice was filled with bitterness that made you scared for a moment, his hands moving your body. “i even tried to fucking ignore whatever stupid shit you got going on, since you wanna fuck everything that exists.” he sneers, gripping your throat and ignoring your whimper of his name, acrylic nails scratching his gloved hand, which he swats away. “i even let you get away with having my best friends dick down your throat.” he chuckles darkly, pulling you off the wall and pushing you to the bed, his hands letting go.

“wait— suguru i—“ you nearly choke on your words, your eyes watery as he keeps walking towards you, boots dangerously clacking against the wood floor as you fall to the bed, cornered. he pulls the mask up to his nose, strands of his bang showing and you can hear his words clearly, panties pooling in fear, “i want your ass naked and face in the fuckin’ sheets when i come back.” is all he says, you scramble after he closes the door, rolling off the two piece outfit and feeling humiliated at the sight of your cum stained panties.

but nothing is more embarrassing than the possibility of someone walking in, considering his orders weren’t for you to lock the door, or to even look in that direction. you were forced to wait, face deep in the blanket, scared of hearing that door opening and not hearing the dark tone of suguru’s voice. sure it had you aching in dread, but you’ll take whatever sick punishment suguru has for you than someone seeing you in such a state. did you really take it too far this time? but it’s not really your fault.. he’s the one pent up on you seeing other people when you two aren’t even dating.

fortunately, you’re smart enough to know not to even say any of that when you hear the door open, quickly slammed closed and locked. your hands grip the blanket tighter at the sound of his boots. those fucking boots, why do they have to be so loud? it feels like you’re about to be killed or somethin’..

and killed you were. your pussy at least..

“fuck are you cryin’ for huh? this what you do on the daily, nothin’ new right?” suguru chuckles with a hand wrapping around your neck, and pulling your teary ruined face back towards him. he was taking you from behind, cock filling you to the hilt and making you feel him even more as you leaned back to him. you weren’t sure how many times you came on him. time doesn’t even feel real anymore.. what were you even doing before this? it didn’t matter.

you try to talk, words mushing into gibberish as he tightens his grip, making a sound of disappointment before pushing your face back into the sheets, slapping your ass and fucking into your sloppy pussy with thrusts that had you thinking of nothing. only able to just take it, moaning loudly with dark spots forming in your vision, the music downstairs hopefully drowning you two out. suguru’s mask was long gone, most of his hair pulled into a ponytail with his bangs falling. he looked so hot when you two were getting ready, and he still does, your face twisted to the mirror across the room, your blurry eyes watching him put you in your place.

“you’re droolin’ princess, gonna leave a stain for satoru to see later.” suguru smiles, you weren’t even shy about how the thought turned you on, clenching around him so tightly it was almost hard for him to drag his cock through your walls. “oh you like thaaat. let him know this pussy’s mine kay? bet you want him to see you like this.. always slutting yourself out with everyone, only to keep comin’ back to me.” you knew that was an underline for something you never forget. no one’s as good as him. no one will ever fuck you as good as him. and no one will love you as good as him. no one gets to keep playing with your heart like he does, taking you home at 5 am and staying in your life like it was nothing. no one tastes like geto suguru.

that’s all you knew.

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arieslost · 1 month

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i have an oscar thot 😋

imagine oscar fucking reader in front of a mirror as "punishment" for being a tease all day and he's being all "look at the mess you're making of yourself", maybe a little overstim 🤭🤭

(ignore this if it's a bit much i'm just feeling self indulgent rn, maybe it's that new photoshoot lmao)

anon this was delicious. thank u for sending this in, i went feral for this and wrote it all in one sitting at midnight so i hope it’s good 😩

18+ content (smut & one instance of choking) under the cut, MDNI!!

mirror | op81

you knew exactly what you were doing. every teasing touch, whether to your boyfriend’s biceps encased in his suit jacket or up the expanse of his thighs under the table, was calculated; a means to an end that would hopefully leave you gasping for air at the end of the night. yet when oscar finally grabs your arm and drags you to the car, your heart still begins to race.

he keeps his grip on you all the way home, all the way through the door, all the way down the hall to the bedroom. you’re quick to sit on the bed, leaning back on your hands and pushing your chest forward to entice oscar more than you know you already have.

you expect him to stalk towards you, rip your clothes off, and do whatever he pleases with you. it’s what you want; you know it, and he certainly knows it. instead, he takes his time closing the distance to you. he takes far too long to turn on the bedside lamp, giving you a coy smile the whole time. he takes his time maneuvering himself between your legs and cupping your face in his hands before leaning down and placing a searing kiss on your lips that only escalates as he reaches behind you to unzip your dress.

he gets you naked with practiced ease, shedding his jacket and white button up as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows and let your eyes slide over every inch of his newly exposed skin like you’ve never seen him naked before. he completely bypasses your lips when he joins you on the bed, moving directly to your neck, lightly biting and sucking marks into your delicate skin.

the only warning sign of your impending punishment goes mostly unnoticed— you go to put your hands in his hair, and he doesn’t let you. he disguises it well, though; he simply laces your fingers with his own as his lips continue their downward descent before finally reaching their destination between your legs. that thoroughly distracts you, and he knows your body so well that he has you on the edge before you can comprehend the fact that he’s being so nice to you.

“oscar, ‘m close, don’t stop—” you’re saying, and then he’s doing the exact opposite, retracting himself from you entirely.

he’s being so surprisingly romantic about this that when he’s gone, your eyes fly open to stare at him in disbelief. he simply licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before fixing you with a look of faux sympathy.

“oh, i’m sorry, did you think you were getting rewarded for the shit you were pulling all night?”

there it is.

your breath gets caught in your throat as he stands up and walks to the corner of the room where your full length mirror that you always use for fit checks stands. he picks it up and places it against the wall directly across from the bed before he turns his attention back to you. “cat got your tongue, honey?”

“i- i’m—”

“don’t waste my time. hands and knees facing the mirror, now.”

you bite your lip, heart knocking against your chest in anticipation. he’s never fucked you in front of a mirror before, and while you’d rather look at him than yourself, that’s how you know that your mission was successful.

you situate yourself on all fours like he told you, looking down at the way your hands are spread over the duvet as he gets back on the bed behind you, hands sliding down your back and over your ass.

“think you can just get away with being such a tease?” when you don’t answer, he reaches up to fist your hair and tugs harshly. “answer, or i’m going to leave you here all needy and desperate.”

“no, don’t wanna get away with it.” you say immediately, and he scoffs.

“oh, i see. so you want to be punished.” you try to nod, and he pulls your hair again. “god, you’re such a brat.”

“‘m your brat, though,” is all you can think to say, and luckily he seems to like that because he loosens his grip on your hair and leans down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“fuck yeah, you are. now pick your head up.” he instructs, pointing towards your reflections in the mirror. “i don’t want you looking anywhere but right there. if you look down once, i’m stopping. got it?”

“yes,” you reply, pushing yourself back against him. “please, oscar—”

“behave,” he warns, before he’s pushing into you without any notice and your mind just goes completely blank.

you almost look down immediately, nearly unable to keep your eyes on the mirror when he feels so good inside of you and you finally have what you wanted since you saw him looking nothing short of tantalizing in his suit. neither of you have ever been fans of all the fancy events, but you’d happily go to a million more if the night always ends like this.

oscar doesn’t hold back at all, immediately setting a blistering pace that has you gripping the sheets even harder than you already were. you chance a look at him in the mirror, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you when you see how good he looks behind you. the longer strands of hair sticking to his forehead, the slight flush of his cheeks and chest from exertion, the way his eyes meet yours in the mirror and a breathless laugh escapes him when you tell him you’re close again.

“go ahead, baby, let go f’me.” he says, and you do with a cry of his name, fighting against your instincts to collapse as your legs shake and his hips slow, helping you ride it out.

but this is still a punishment, so he only gives you a few moments reprieve before picking right back up, making you yelp.

“no, no, too sensitive, please,” you manage to say, and he reaches forward to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you up so your back is flush against his chest.

“what did you say?” he asks, and when you open your mouth to respond his hand tightens just enough that you can still breathe, but you can’t get words out. “that’s what i thought. just take it and keep your eyes on the mirror.”

you obey silently, wishing that you weren’t blocking him now because he looks beautiful even when he’s disheveled like this and you… well, you look like a complete disaster. oscar seems to come to the same conclusion, because he keeps talking, lips brushing against your ear as he continues to rail you within an inch of your life.

“look at the mess you’re making of yourself,” he whispers, free hand snaking down your front and slipping between your legs. “what happened to my pristine, put together girl from earlier, huh? posing so prettily for all those pictures. now look at you.”

letting out a whimper at his words, you have no choice but to look. you’ve never watched yourself get fucked, but you know you’ve never looked this out of it before. your vision is blurry from tears of pleasure, but you can see the mascara running down your cheeks. your hair is a mess from oscar grabbing it, and your jaw is completely slack. you bring a hand up to curl around his wrist so he doesn’t let go of your throat. if he wasn’t holding on to you, you’d be face down and too out of it to care about his threat of stopping.

and maybe you like having his hand there too.

“oscar,” you say, voice hoarse from his grip. “i-i think i’m—”

“fuck, i feel it.” he grits out when you clench around him. “you can give me one more, yeah?”

“mhmm, for you,” you moan out, head falling back against his shoulder.

he doesn’t even care, a higher pitched moan escaping his mouth that tells you he’s not going to last much longer. “that’s right, all for me, all mine. my little fuckin’ tease.”

his words send you over the edge again, and you feel all your energy leave your body as your second orgasm takes everything out of you and leaves you slumped against his body as he follows suit, falling forward and barely holding himself up above you when you fall limp onto the mattress. you can feel his heavy breaths against the side of your face as he pulls out of you and rolls to the side so he can lay face down as well and get his eyes on you.

he flashes his polite cat smile at you, and you smile back, finding it hard to comprehend that this cutie with the side of his face smushed against the mattress is the same guy that just had you seeing stars mere seconds ago.

“still with me, honey?” he asks softly, reaching out and running his fingers down your spine.

you shiver at his touch, nodding slowly. “the mirror?”

he has the audacity to blush. “caught my eye when we first came in here and i went with it.”

you touch his flushed cheek, brushing his hair out of his face. “i should tease you more often.”

he tries to give you a menacing look, but with half his face squished it doesn’t work very well. you both dissolve into giggles, and as he kisses you softly, you start thinking about what you can do next time to make him get the mirror again.

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bri-cheeses · 30 days

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Evan’s busy reaching across the bar for a couple of drinks, arm outstretched and easy smile on his face, when Regulus walks up next to him.

“Two butterbeers, please,” Regulus nods to the bartender.

Evan turns his head in surprise, clearly not expecting to have been followed. “I was getting you guys drinks, you know. You didn’t have to get up.”

“Yeah, I know. But I needed a bit of a break from all… that.” Regulus tilts his head towards a booth in the corner, indicating the chaos currently taking place there. He’s just escaped the aftermath of Barty attempting to flirt with Remus just to make Sirius mad, which has not ended well. Just like Barty intended. Honestly, Regulus doesn’t know why he puts up with him.

Regulus opens his mouth to continue, feeling somewhat hesitant. He’s not sure how Evan will react to what he’s about say, but he’s going to try anyways. “And also because I wanted to ask you something in private. Or at least, away from them.”

“Hold on,” Evan replies. The bartender’s just handed him his drinks, and he’s trying to find a way to carry them. “Okay, carry on.”

Regulus doesn’t waste any time. “You’re in love with Barty.”

Evan doesn’t look up from the drinks, not giving Regulus’s accusation even a slight reaction. “That wasn’t much of a question, Reg.”

If Regulus didn’t know better, he’d say Evan was completely unbothered by this whole situation. But he does know better, and Evan’s completely straight face as he fiddles with the glasses is a dead giveaway.

“You’re not going to deny it?” He’s genuinely curious. It’s unlike Evan to not, at the very least, try to avoid answering directly.

“Why would I? It’s the truth, and I know you’re not going to tell him.”

“But you’re not really the type of person to be okay with… sharing this sort of thing.”

Evan looks up now, small smile making its way to his face. “No, I’m usually not. But honestly it’s been going on so long that it’s more trouble than it’s worth to keep it hidden. From you, at least.”

“I—” he pauses, not entirely sure what to do with that. “How long has this been a thing?”

“Oh, about…” Evan squints, as if he can look back in time and pinpoint the exact moment it started. “Five years now?”

“Five years?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Reg.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s really not that out of character for me.”

Evan flashes another smile and makes to leave, but Regulus blurts out, “Why haven’t you done anything about it? If it’s been so long?”

Evan glances over at their booth. Regulus follows his gaze, where Barty is now gesturing wildly with his hands in what is probably an attempt to avoid death at Sirius’s hands.

“Because,” Evan says, still looking at Barty, “it would ruin our relationship.”

He sounds so resigned to the fact that Regulus’s heart clenches. He feels like a bad friend. He had no idea, absolutely none, that Evan had been feeling this way for such a long time. “You can’t know that.”

Evan looks back at him, amused expression on his face as he asks, “Can’t I? It’s Barty; even if he did feel the same way—which he doesn’t—he would never be able to let himself commit to a relationship. The fear and discomfort would eat him alive. You know that.”

Regulus does, in fact, know that. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting to fix this, somehow. From wanting to try to get Evan to fight for a chance, at the very least. “But you’re Evan. There used to be be bets about when you guys would finally sort out your shit and start going out.”

Evan blinks, clearly not having known that.

“And it wasn’t because people knew you were in love with him—hell, I didn’t even know that—it was because of the way you both look at and act around each other. And I know that you’re too smart to have not noticed any of that, Evan.”

“Well. Maybe. But that’s also just who he is. He looks at practically everyone like that, acts like that with everyone. So you can stand there and tell me that I’m special, but I’m always going to see that for what it is. A lie, Regulus. And I don’t need you to lie to me. This whole thing is already bad enough already, I don’t need you adding to it, too.”

“But—”

“Don’t, Regulus. Just don’t.”

Regulus changes tactics. “How can you stand it?”

Evan gives a sad smile. “Like you said; I’m Evan. I’m always going to be in love with him, no matter what he does, really. And he’s Barty, so he’s going to do a lot of shit. But that’s just the way things are, I suppose.”

“So you’re just going to let him shatter your heart and stomp all over it?”

Evan smiles bitterly. “He’s been doing that for years, Reg. You’re a bit late to the game.”

Regulus hates this, hates Evan’s defeated tone and tired eyes. “How are you just so calm about this? Don’t you hate it?”

Evan considers that. “I did, for a while. I spent a long, long time hating it. But it only cost me energy I couldn’t afford to lose, and it didn’t change anything in the end.”

And there’s not a lot Regulus can say in response to that, so instead he eyes Evan: the regretful smile, the sad slump of his shoulders, and the way his body is subconsciously turned towards Barty, even now. “Are you… going to be okay?”

“Of course, Reg, why would you even ask?” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “This is just the hand life has dealt me. I’m used to it by now. You might as well get used to it, too. Nothing’s going to change between Barty and me.”

And with that, he shoulders past Regulus, drinks in hand. And Regulus watches him go, unable to unsee how painfully in love Evan is. He watches the way Barty’s entire face lights up when he sees Evan, he watches the soft smile Evan gives Barty in return, and he prays to anyone who’s listening that Evan will turn out to be wrong.

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #regulus black #slytherin skittles #marauders #i woke up and chose angst today idk #also wolfstar my loves <33 #Barty definitely would flirt with Moony just to make Sirius mad lol #poor evan

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luvkyu · 8 months

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If you're fine with song requests could I ask for a nct jisung x male reader based on the song rumor by h.i.n.p from produce 48, anyways have a good rest of your day!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8lB-bLoNvI

rumors ( park jisung )

jisung x male!reader

jisung tries to fix things with his secret boyfriend after getting swept up in dating rumors.

content : 1.8k words, angst ( breakup !! ), idol!jisung x non celeb!reader

( a/n ) i <3 nct reqs :( i was gonna make sung more of an asshole in this but i physically could not so i changed it a little and he's actually very sweet but u might cry :/ also keep in mind that the song translations may not be exact !!

'your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice m-"

jisung sighed heavily and lowered his phone from his ear before he could listen to the rest. he practically knew the automated voice tone by heart because of how much y/n had avoided his calls today.

you are toxic, sink into me

i'm dizzy because of you

and i fall for you again

i can't do anything else

nothing had been the same since jisung was sucked into a dating scandal about a month ago. all because he was friends with a girl in another group, everything felt like it was crashing down.

jisung had been in a relationship with y/n for a good seven months - secretly of course, with the exception of some nct members knowing. while jisung was occupied with nct, y/n managed a small but very successful and popular shop in seoul. it was his last wish to be affected by the scandals and hardships of idol life, but when he met jisung through a mutual friend, it all changed.

the first few months of their relationship felt surreal. jisung always wondered if he was the main character of a movie. y/n always kept him on his toes and surprised him with feelings he'd never experienced. any free time on his schedules always went to his boyfriend, in person or facetiming if neither could get away.

this all seemed like a forming memory to jisung now, though. y/n had been increasingly distant. he wasn't calling as much and had less time to spend with jisung - and their time together in person was already limited as it was.

when jisung found a sudden spotlight on himself and another idol friend, he tried his best to stay unaffected and unbothered. being paired in a dating scandal was the last thing he wanted for himself and especially for his boyfriend. prior to the rumors surfacing, y/n already knew jisung and this girl group idol were friends, and had even met her a couple times. he had no problem with her and jisung's friendship. but after the rumors surfaced, it was like everything went to shit. even after both sides denied the rumors, it seemed like everyone still faced the repercussions. jisung was still asked and annoyed about it frequently, which was taxing for him mentally. but despite this, most of his worries still remained on his boyfriend.

y/n grew tired of the situation pretty quickly. he never liked that their relationship had to be kept a secret from the start. he couldn't introduce his friends or even just tell his coworkers about his sweet, lovely boyfriend who made him an indoor picnic because it was simply too hot for one outside. they couldn't go to a coffee shop to just enjoy each other's company unless they kept their hands and lips to themselves.

all these small things that bothered y/n seemed to bubble up to the surface after the scandal unraveled. everything that he tried to ignore and excuse because of his love for jisung was finally just suffocating him. the sad thing was that he didn't even care about jisung and the girl. he cared that he couldn't be who he wanted to be with his own boyfriend. he was beginning to feel like he just didn't exist.

how should i look at you now?

tell me, don't hide feelings, baby

can you give me your heart?

you say that everything is gonna be alright

jisung looked down at his phone, contemplating what to do. after ending the unsuccessful call, his phone went back to the home screen. the photo of himself and y/n always put a smile on his face, but now it just made his heart break.

"you okay?"

jisung jumped at the sudden voice behind him. he turned while setting his phone aside, seeing mark with a worried gaze.

"i dunno. y/n's still not answering me.."

mark frowned.

"hasn't it been all day today?"

jisung nodded. he could feel his throat burn with the urge to cry.

"i'm sorry, sung. it's late though, maybe he's asleep?" mark suggested while setting his hand on the younger's shoulder.

"mm," jisung shook his head, "we always at least say goodnight, though."

mark hated seeing him like this. he took a deep breath and squeezed jisung's shoulder comfortingly.

"why don't you take the day off tomorrow? go to y/n's and figure things out. take a mental health day. you need it."

jisung looked at his friend with glossy eyes. he blinked rapidly for a moment, trying to dismiss the tears. he then cleared his throat and forced a smile before nodding.

"yeah, i think i will."

so, say it to me again

rumor, rumor, rumor

gossip, gossip, gossip

rumor, rumor, rumor

you said you love me

the next morning felt like a blur to jisung. he slept in until noon and took forever to get up and actually shower or eat. the rest of the boys were already gone for a full day of busy schedules, leaving the dorm empty and almost a little eerie. it was odd to be alone in a space that was usually filled with laughter and warmth.

after finally getting himself together, jisung took a final look at himself in his full length mirror. he looked fine, not the best, but fine. a simple gray jacket and black sweatpants was good enough to go see his boyfriend.

y/n ended up sending him a simple good morning text around ten o'clock after basically not talking at all the day before. jisung was thankful for the message, but still felt pretty down with the lack of communication.

once he finally felt up to it, jisung took mark's advice and decided to head to y/n's place. he was restless to talk and sort things out. and he missed y/n more than he could say.

soon arriving at y/n's house, jisung was anxious to actually knock. what if y/n really didn't wanna talk to or see him? what if he just needed more time? what if he wasn't even home?

jisung found himself knocking on the door before he could scare himself away. he knew he needed this despite his overthinking.

y/n answered the door after a minute. jisung's eyes widened at the sight of his messy boyfriend standing in front of him now. it was easy to see that y/n's hair was disheveled even when hid under his jacket hood. his eyes seemed droopy and dark, and his general demeanor was just not himself.

jisung pushed these things aside for now and looked at his partner directly.

"can we please talk?"

y/n was quiet for a second, but gave him a weak smile and welcomed him in. jisung trailed over toward the sofa, y/n following behind.

"i'm sorry for all the shit that's happened, y/n. really, i am. but you avoiding me more and more for the past couple weeks has been killing me. please, let's fix this," jisung reasoned. y/n looked at him, unsure of what to say next. jisung's eyes were big and sincere, it made y/n's heart swell.

"i'm sorry, too. i just.. needed some space i guess," y/n responded quietly.

"i understand that," jisung assured. "because of the dating rumor stuff? cause i hate them as much as you do, y/n. i really think they shouldn't matter.. we can get through it together. i only want to be with you and-"

"jisung."

jisung stopped. y/n's voice was small, almost broken. jisung felt like he knew what was coming, but he didn't want to believe it. y/n looked down before saying the words that jisung had been dreading.

"i can't do this anymore."

i can't refuse you and you destroy me

i'm tired of everything, i don't wanna hear no more

why do you disturb my mind?

i just hate everything

jisung's heart plummeted to his stomach. he took a deep, shaky breath while trying to keep his composure.

"y/n.."

y/n looked up at him, then back down when a couple tears trickled down his cheeks.

"i'm so tired, jisung.."

jisung's own eyes began welling with tears. his throat closed up again as he tried to ignore them.

"but," jisung began, "i love you." he paused to gently cup the sides of y/n's face in his hands. "can't we work on this? we can figure it out, i'm sure."

y/n frowned. he'd always loved the feeling of jisung's large hands against his face, but now it was possibly the most melancholic thing he'd ever known. he took the male's hands away from his cheeks and held them instead.

"you always tell me we'll figure things out, but i don't think i can. i just.. i can't be your secret unimportant boyfriend anymore. it hurts. i'm so tired of hurting.."

jisung was silent for a moment.

"..unimportant? did i really make you feel that way?"

"not you exactly. just.. the situation. i don't blame you for this at all, it's just the way things are with your job. it's not for me.."

jisung nodded at this answer. it wasn't the answer he wanted, but it could've been worse.

the pair stood in silence for a minute, as if soaking up the last moments of their relationship. y/n could feel himself on the verge of a breakdown, and he assumed jisung was feeling something similar.

hurry, tell me something,

i won't be able to listen to you anymore

i'm trapped inside of you,

as if i stopped breathing

"..you should go," y/n mumbled out softly. jisung looked down at his shoes, as if waiting for them to move.

"i don't know if i can.."

y/n's brows furrowed. he finally looked back up at the other.

"what if this is the last time i see you?" jisung asked. "what if this is the last time i get to hold your hands? or be with you in here? i can't-" jisung cleared his throat after feeling himself choke up a bit. his tears finally hit. "if i lose you, y/n-"

"you won't, sung," y/n interrupted his sobs.

they both continued crying for a while, connected hands turning into a very long hug. beneath their romantic relationship was just two friends who loved and trusted each other more than anything, and that wouldn't change.

"you always tell me everything will be okay," y/n spoke up, "so i'm gonna say the same to you now. this will pass, and we'll both be just fine, jisung."

so, say it to me again

rumor, rumor, rumor

gossip, gossip, gossip

rumor, rumor, rumor

you said that everything is gonna be alright

so, say it to me again

#nct #nct jisung #park jisung #jisung #kpop x male reader #male reader #nct x male reader #jisung x male reader #park jisung x reader #jisung x reader #nct dream #nct x reader

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legendary-defender-of-fandoms · 29 days

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You want to know the worst thing about Ralph Breaks the Internet?

It wasn’t the already-dated Internet jokes & references - we all knew going in that stuff was never going to work.

It wasn’t the new characters - honestly, they’re all fine (except maybe Double Dan - Alfred Molina deserves better!).

It wasn’t the exclusion of Felix & Calhoun (my delusional ass is still waiting for a short film about the two raising the Sugar Rush racers.)

It wasn’t even the thousands of details they ignored, retconned, or forgot from the original Wreck-it Ralph (Fix-it Felix Jr. was THIRTY years old when Ralph met Vanellope, Vanellope ABDICATED HER THRONE in favor of a constitutional democracy so everyone in Sugar Rush would have a say in how the game was run, Sugar Rush was a two-seater racing game, etc.)

No, the absolute, positively, undeniably worst thing Ralph Breaks the Internet did was tarnish & distort Ralph so thoroughly it made us all question if the original movie was even that good to begin with.

Everything else in Ralph Breaks the Internet could be forgiven or overlooked. But what they did to Ralph is just baffling. He was never going to be mistaken for a Rhodes scholar in the first movie, but he WAS smarter than the doofus who couldn’t even name a graduation cap in the sequel.

Wasn’t he?

And he wasn’t a gross slob by choice - he HATED living in the dump (I believe his exact words were “NOT cool! Unhygienic, and lonely! And boring.”) but he was kind of stuck there because the game literally left him nowhere else to stay. That’s why in the epilogue he decided to finally make something of his situation by building himself a proper shack instead of just camping on the bricks.

Wasn’t it?

And Ralph had many flaws in the first film - he had a short temper, he was a little clumsy, he broke things by accident just because he was a little too strong or things weren’t made for someone with his physical abilities in mind, he was stubborn, he had a one-track mind and couldn’t be deterred from his short-term goals no matter the long-term consequences. But the one thing he WASN’T was insecure. He knew his own strengths & weaknesses, and he wasn’t trying to change himself to win anyone’s approval. He was just trying to find VALIDATION, a way to satisfy the small-minded Nicelanders and prove to them (and himself) that he had value as he was.

Wasn’t he?

I’m terrified to rewatch the original movie now because I’m afraid the Wreck-it Ralph in my head is based on lies & fanfics, and the real Wreck-it Ralph was ALWAYS some insecure doofus with no accountability or self reflection.

And you know the absolutely insane part? Disney is doing their absolute darndest to pretend Ralph doesn’t exist. AND HE’S THE TITLE CHARACTER OF HIS OWN IP!!!!! There’s a new chapter book series about Vanellope & some of the Sugar Rush Racers getting stuck in a little girl’s tablet, and Ralph’s ONLY appearance so far is a line-drop in the first book when Vanellope says she left him sleeping in Game Central Station while all the consoles were unplugged for a remodeling of Litwak’s Arcade. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Remember how EVERYONE in the first movie lost their shit at the possibility of their game being unplugged, treating it like an Apocalypse? Remember how even the sequel did a halfway decent job reminding folks that having a game unplugged was a Big Deal? Now everyone’s just chill axing on vacation in Game Central Station (which is NOT BIG ENOUGH to hold every single game character - it could barely fit the Sugar Rush citizens when they got unplugged) and Ralph is snoozing in a corner while his daughter is accidentally whisked away to some girl’s tablet.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

The Wreck-it Ralph from the first movie wouldn’t be asleep in a corner when he could be spending time with Vanellope. And THAT man would go through Hell & high water to find her! While Vanellope & her gang are helping Molly (the kid with the tablet) learn about friendship & camping or whatever, Ralph should be an absolute MENACE online, tearing through every website, personal device, and Cloud account looking for his little girl!

Right? Wrong?

Did we all delude ourselves into thinking Ralph was deeper than he was intended to be? Or does Disney just hate Wreck-it Ralph now? And if it’s the latter, why? WHY do they hate him? Why do they want US to not care about him? Is it because he’s the last of the Lasseter projects? Did John C. Reilly and Bob Iger have some sort of falling-out? Did the FANBASE do something to put Disney staff off from ever wanting to do anything with Wreck-it Ralph ever again?

I think I could move on if I knew for certain whether Disney actively sabotaged Wreck-it Ralph with his sequel & subsequent exclusions from merchandise & multi-IP projects, or if I was just crazy for ever liking this character or his movie to begin with. It’s the not knowing that kills me.

#disney #wreck it Ralph #wir #Ralph breaks the Internet #RBTI #it’s over isn’t it #why can’t I move on #rant #rambling #someone please tell me if I’m crazy #or spill ALL the tea about that sequel

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cookinguptales · 10 months

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Something I always think about a lot during disability/chronic illness/rare illness pride months is like... It is wild how often people will come up to me and want me to listen to some guilty secret they have re: disability and expect me to tell them it's okay.

Like... once I was waiting for my dad to bring the car up at the airport, and this guy approaches me and starts telling me why he'd never want to date a disabled woman. (I'm gay and completely uninterested in men, which made this whole interaction even more awkward.) And after talking about all the reasons why people like me would not make a good partner he turns those sad eyes on me like, "But that doesn't make me a bad person, does it? I'm not doing anything wrong. Like, you get it, don't you?"

You get it, don't you?

I hear that one a lot.

Like when the grad student teaching one of my classes at my university was chatting to me after class and told me that once she and her friends went to Disney World and pretended to be disabled to get onto the rides faster. I recognized the nervous laughter, the entreating look. The you get it, don't you?

I understand what these people are asking me for. They want absolution. They want this disabled person, maybe the first real disabled person they've ever talked to, to listen to their guilty secret and tell them they're okay. They're not a bad person. I don't mind. I don't judge them. I get it.

But frankly... I don't get it. These people often tell me that they've done things that make disabled people's lives actively worse. Disney has changed their policies re: disability because so many able-bodied people were abusing them. Companies and organizations walk back accommodation policies all the time because they're being abused. That grad student who pretended to be disabled actively made disabled people's lives harder.

And I don't really give a shit if one asshole dude doesn't want to date disabled women (probably better for those women, tbh) but I know how bad it feels to be ghosted on a dating app when you talk about accessibility, even when your profile is explicit about your disability. I know that I felt like I was not worth loving in spite of my disability for years because I knew that people like that guy would only see all the ways I'd slow them down.

Guys like that actively make us hate ourselves.

But like... it's wild how these people don't see how the only thing crueler than harboring these feelings and doing these things is making some random disabled person listen to their stories. My day was going great before some guy practically gave me a powerpoint about why I should never expect to have a relationship. I really enjoyed that class before I found out that my teacher had participated in the exact kind of ableist theft of accommodations that was currently making it difficult for me to get accommodations at that school.

They took this weight they were holding on their shoulders and then forced it onto mine -- and then expected me to comfort them. To tell them it was okay. To throw my fellow disabled folks under the bus.

And -- both of these times in particular, I was in situations where I was not really free to speak my mind. Alone with a big guy in a parking garage? Alone with the woman who would ultimately decide my grade for the class? The power differential there was huge. And whether they were consciously doing it or not, they were leveraging that power differential to try and force me to give them absolution.

I made noncommittal noises. Really, what else was I supposed to do? And even then, I could see the spark of disappointment and anger in their eyes. I was supposed to tell them it was okay that they'd hurt me and people like me. I was supposed to tell them they were still good.

But I didn't want to offer them absolution, and I was angry that they'd asked for it in the first place. I can't offer you forgiveness for something you know is wrong -- and that you've done nothing to fix. Moreover, I won't. You should feel bad that you hurt us. You should feel guilty. It's a shitty thing to do.

If you want to feel better about yourself, stop doing shitty things!

And I knew these people were still doing shitty things because dumping all this on me when I was just minding my own business was in and of itself a shitty thing. Trying to transfer their burden to me. Reminding me about the discrimination I have to face every day just so they could feel better. Expecting me to do emotional labor on command for strangers because it doesn't matter if I hurt so long as they feel good.

That's shitty! Don't do it! I already have to use physical crutches, don't try to turn me into an emotional one!

#I'm sure this happens a lot with other marginalized groups too #though I'll admit it rarely happens to me with queer issues #even though I often choose to mark myself as visibly queer #I can't actually make that choice re: disability #I really need my assistive devices #but damn they see the woman sitting there in a wheelchair and it's like they see a sitting duck #they know it'll be harder for me to get away from them sometimes I think #and they'll just start unloading #fuckin hate that #ableism #disability

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OK SO mine isn't really a request because I have ideas but I can't write so they go nowhere and stay in my head because I'm incapable!!! anyway, I was thinking about a situation where reader and tangerine met on the train and they hit off right away like there's something special between them eheh, like they like each other but turns out that they're both on a mission and have the same goal - so they fight because reader steals the WHATEVER IT IS IDK that's in both their interest and manages to get off the train right under tangerine's nose when he was about to stop them, doing so in a fight reader rips tangerine's necklace, and basically breaks it and ultimately keeps it (and fixes it) . just in case. because they like him. genuinely. in fact she's very sorry for ruining the mission of the twins but it's a matter of life or death sooo rip AND they're also indirectly but maybe directly? the cause of the nasty scar tangerine now has on his neck because he risked his life because of this failed mission. and then I mean we all know what happens canonically but we Dont Care do we.... it's all a scar and a memory in the end.

ANYWAY they finally meet again when they're forced to team up by their handlers for another mission and like tangerine and lemon are mad mad because everyone was about to die on that train!! because of reader!!!! duh. also R feels very guilty because all that has happened / could've happened. and tangerine of course is angry because he was losing his life but also because he kinda was disappointed in their behavior and maybe in himself for trusting so easily a person.. anddd idk maybe there could be some angst because I love it and that's it THIS IS SO DUMB AND LONG I'm sorry I know I'll probably look to this request in a while and cringe so bad. but I'm just curious to see how you would continue it, like what do you think would happen, what are the first things they say to each other, how does it evolve things like that 🥰

of course, if you don't feel like writing anything that's totally fine and don't worry at all❤️❤️

p. s. : im sure ive taken the prompt where reader steals / ruins tangerine's mission from other fics as well so kudos to whoever came up with the idea :)

Dear Anon, first of all, thank you so much for your patience. I’m usually slow to answer, and with things being very busy at work I’m even slower. Please, do not cringe, it was awesome to read your ideas, and I was so happy you sent this message. Thank you so much ❤️ , and I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

A Darling Mess

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you groan, letting your head hit the wall behind you. The golden necklace glints between your fingers.

You didn't mean to steal it. You really didn't. You didn't mean to run into the Twins and most certainly didn't mean to hook up with the moustached one in one of the bathrooms on that cursed train either.

More accurately, you shouldn't have wanted to hook up with him, but as soon as the two of you had crossed paths in one of the carriages, you knew it was going to happen. And when it happened it was quick and glorious and earth-shaking, and you hoped you were going to see him again.

Then everything went to shit, you two fought for that damned suitcase - his hands apparently were really good for many different things - and you barely ran away from that train with all your limbs.

Your smartphone buzzes incessantly. It's your handler.

"Where are you?"

It's not like him to sound so distressed.

"Not sure about the exact position, it's an alley near Nagoya station. I think I need a lift."

He tells you about a derailed bullet train and how it seems a lot of people - assassins like you, but still... people - died. One of the Twins as well, according to the info he got. The moustached one. You feel a pang of pain in your chest, which is stupid because he was just a stranger you fucked on a train.

A year has passed. Tokyo has slowly just started to become a mission you will remember with regret for a long time when you find yourself pointing your weapon at Moustache Guy again. While he's doing the same. And his brother is aiming a gun at you as well.

Shit.

You are more surprised to see him most definitely alive than to have him threatening you.

“You owe me a great deal,” he hisses, low and dangerous “You fucked up our mission, stole my fucking necklace, and almost got me killed. Almost got my brother killed as well! Why shouldn’t I murder you on the spot?”

You frown “First of all, the necklace got caught in my jacket while you were using me as a human punching ball. Second,” you add, eyes only quickly flickering on the huge, angry scar on his neck “one of you is going to kill me for sure, but I can guarantee you I will take the other down with me.”

Anger blazes in his eyes and you push further, adrenaline pumping in your veins “Third, asshole, you and your brother here screwed up since the moment you decided to leave the suitcase and the boy you were supposed to escort unguarded! What utterly morons do that?”

A pause and then you decide to further test your luck “Last but not least, I’m sorry you two almost got killed. I can apologize for my part in that, even if it’s a small one. But I won’t accept you blaming me for the rest, Moustache Boy!”

His nostrils flare, and he glares at you. It’s unfair that he looks even more ravishing with that savagery seeping from him in hot waves. Also, you probably shouldn’t get distracted by that, since the danger of being shot is a very real one.

Lemon’s laughter is short, and he nods at you, interrupting the impasse “This one got quite a temper, uh? I kind of see the fascination with the... situation.”

Tangerine snarls an insult at him, but it carries no real venom.

In the end, after some calls from your handler and his reminders to the Twins that they have to collaborate with you on this mission and an offer to triple the pay for all of your messed up trio, guns are put away, hands tentatively shaken, and scowls mostly kept under control.

You know they still blame you for your part in the train debacle. Yet, true to their professional reputation, they carry through the mission. It’s a long one.

Living in such proximity inevitably leads to some kind of tepid intimacy. Lemon is the first one to soften up a bit. He starts to ask you if you want some coffee. He asks you about your favourite book, once he spots you reading it to fight your insomnia. He thanks you after you retrieve a USB pen that will help with the job. And one day he gives you a sticker of some train and tells you that despite everything you are not a Diesel. You are not sure what it means, and Tangerine indeed scoffs at the words, but after that things are a little less tense, between the three of you.

Tangerine slowly stops glaring at you and once he almost compliments your ability in combat, after you knock out a goon that was going to stab him.

The progress is little but steady, and one night, for a hilarious twist of the events, the moon finds you two looking outside the same window, in the little apartment you have been given as a base.

“I’m sorry you got shot.”

He nods at your words, slightly sniffing and making his moustache move over his very kissable lips.

“Thanks,” he hesitates before quickly murmuring his own apology about blaming you and only you “I think my ego got a tad hurt realizing you shagged me just because of a honeypot mission.”

“I didn’t,” it's the quiet murmur that gently interrupts his gruff confession.

He scoffs “I very much think we did it in that bathroom, love.”

“Not that,” you roll your eyes at him “I meant it wasn’t a honeypot mission. I- I did not hook up with you because of work. I didn’t even know you and Lemon were the ones having that cursed briefcase, at the time.”

Tangerine just looks at you, and you look back at him “I have your necklace. It got a bit damaged, but I had a jeweller fix it. I know it’s stupid, but I thought-”

Your voice dies down a bit and you are not really shocked to feel his calloused hand gently cupping your face, making you look at him “What did you think?”

You swallow “I thought I was going to find out where Lemon put your grave and bring the necklace there.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and then another, and another. He kisses them, one by one, his lips lingering on your soft skin, and you sob “I’m so stupidly glad you didn’t die.”

He chuckles against your lips “So am I, my darling.”

You kiss him and he kisses you back, and the morning after Lemon is not surprised to catch you coming out from Tangerine’s bedroom.

Sensing your hesitation, he winks at you “Glad it happened. Be good to him, ya?”.

And of course, you nod back, with all your heart.

#tangerine x reader #lemon and tangerine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train movie #lemon bullet train #tangerine bullet train

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bvndltx · 5 months

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chap. 1 — unwanted revelations

➴ warning/s — swearing, mentions of tw!death

➴ genre/s — fluff, crack, slice of life, school life

➴ pairing/s — riize x f!oc/reader

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"Shit."

For the past two hours, you were certain that you had just died from a car accident, but now, you're in somebody's room. Someone who you thought was an angel picking you up after you died is that somebody copying every moment you do in the mirror. You can confirm that you've possessed this body after spending the last hour playing peek-a-boo and a staring contest in the mirror in disbelief at the mysterious phenomenon you've just gone through.

"Haha," a nervous breath of chuckle comes out of your mouth, and you run your fingers through your hair as your eyes widen. "I chose to be an idol for a reason, and now this body, this person—I have to act like a study freak to not act suspicious?"

Who knew that having another chance of living again was this terrifying? And out of all the reincarnation situations you knew about, it just had to be a person who already lived a life.

But there's one thing you need to know.

You rummage through every nook and cranny of her space, looking for her identification card, any diary or journal, and anything that would answer the question: whose body were you possessing?

"Right, wallet."

Swift hands dig through her backpack, which you assumed was her school bag, and search for any signs of her wallet.

"Got it." A squared leather was held by your hand in the hidden pocket of the bag, and it took you no time to pull it out of the bag to feed your growing curiosity.

A plastic card of the girl in the mirror is in the photo pocket of the wallet.

Kang Nari. 17 years old. Blood type AB. Residence in Seoul. A third-year high school student at Chungho University.

"Chungho?..." You mumbled in deep thought.

The university name didn't strike any light bulb in your mind, especially since this university was in Seoul, the capital of South Korea. You needed more information than this. Something that's used daily in her life.

"Where did she put her phone?"

"Nari?" You snap your head toward the door, where a woman's voice is heard, and a knock follows.

Her mother.

Cold sweat runs down your forehead, you're frozen in the spot, and your breathing stops. How were you supposed to act? What does Nari call her mom? Mom? Mother? Mommy?

"Yes?" A shaky reply comes from your mouth, and you can only clench your teeth in embarrassment.

"Can I come in?"

An audible silence comes, and you need to think of a faster reply right now, "Sure." Fuck, that was too casual.

You try to busy yourself and immediately sit on a swivel chair where Nari studies and fix yourself up out of nervousness.

The knob turns, the door slowly opens, making a squeaky sound as it swings open, and Nari's mom comes inside the room, smiling warmly.

"Look at those kind eyes." You thought, your eyebrows relaxing and unconsciously, you huff out all of the air you've kept, and all the worries have slipped away with the mere presence of this body's mother.

Nari must have inherited her eyes from her mother.

"How is advanced studying for the third year? You know you don't have to study even in summer break, Nari." Her eyes and the side of her lips droop in worry, and you attempt to smile back in reassurance.

"Yes, I'm done studying. You don't need to worry about me, Mom." The words slipped out of your mouth smoothly, like Nari's the one replying to her mom.

In the back of your mind, an urge arises, sending waves of signals to your throat, and you try hard to hold it back, yet it becomes more heavy, forcing you to say—

"Mom, I'm sorry." Your eyes start to water, and your chest heavy after you utter those words.

There were no exact reasons why you had to to apologize to a person you had just met, but this sensation, these separate urges is likely what Nari wanted to say to her mother before she had lost hold of her time with her.

"Nari?" Nari's mom runs towards you in shock of your sudden words and immediately embraces you tightly. "What's wrong? Were the lessons too hard for you? It's okay if you don't place top, Nari. I just want you to be happy, okay? Mom's always here for you."

A wave of emotions emerges in you, feelings that weren't yours and were left behind by Nari in her body forcing you to weep in her mother's arms as you hug back tightly; these warm strokes of her mother's hand on her hair and her shushing you to slowly stop Nari from crying—how frightening must it be for her to unable to say goodbye to her mother in her last moments.

This is too much just reincarnating to someone's body, especially that they have lived a life, a life you've most likely stolen from them unknowingly. And being self-aware of that fact only added to the reasons why you'll mourn more of these welcoming arms you receive from a person, a stranger.

You mumble repeatedly, trying hard to get the feeling of guilt out of you with the meaningless mutters of sorrys in the mother's embrace.

Within a few minutes, you've already stopped crying, but the hug lasted for an hour.

"Feeling better now?" the mother asks you and you slowly nod, feeling a bit groggy with puffy eyes and clogged nasals.

"Yeah to the I can't even feel my eyes right now." A quick realization of your sarcastic remarks makes you purse your lips. Did Nari use sarcasm in front of her mom or were you the one saying it?

Nari's mom pulls away from the hug, eyes wide, and eyebrows pull up from your sarcasm.

I guess it was yours.

But the most unexpected thing happens, and Nari's mom creates a fit of laughter filling up the room, and you can only follow along with her just casually going with the flow.

She stops and sighs in relief, caressing your cheeks warmly and the wrinkle on her eyes are more prominent as she smiles at you, "You know you haven't made a joke with me ever since we've lost your father when you were younger...I thought you were slowly straying away from things that made you happy."

She wipes away her tears on her cheeks and stands up, also picking you up from the floor and dusts you from up and down.

"This calls for a celebration. Would you like me to cook your favorite cheesy rice cakes?"

Your eyes light up from the sudden revelation. Nari likes cheesy rice cakes, too?

"Yes!" You cheerfully replied and nodded.

"Okay, let me check the fridge first if we have all the ingredients." Nari's mom exits the room and leaves the door wide open, seeing gather ingredients for your favorite comfort dish.

"Oh no..." she mumbles, and you slowly approach her, taking in your surroundings, the picture frames on the walls and the tables of Nari and her family making you more guilty for stealing such a gifted life. So what made Nari not stay?

"We need more rice cakes. Nari, can you ask some from Mrs. Lee?"

"Sure, mom... who's Mrs. Lee, by the way?" She looks at you in disbelief in a moment, and you gulp hard in reaction, but she quickly shrugs it off and shakes her head.

"Our next-door neighbor, Nari. Your childhood friend's mom."

Oh, well. More awkward moments for normal interactions, huh?

You grab your puffer coat on the clothing rack near the front door and put on your slides, taking a big breath and pulling the door open, but there stands an unfamiliar figure—most likely a guy's back.

The person turns around, and all you're greeted by is a boy with round and slanted eyes, and these eyes soon shape into something mischievous, and he chuckles.

"Nari, why are your eyes puffy? Snot is even running down your nose."

You immediately wipe your nose, retracting your eye contact at him. After wiping your nose and making sure there are no snots left, you got back with your eye contact with him, but now, you're glaring at that cheeky smile of his uncalled familiarity with you.

"Who do you think you are?" You cursed him (in your thoughts).

"Who's on the door, Nari—Oh, it's Sohee! Mrs. Lee's son."

"Shit." You cursed (out loud).

a/n: first chap posted! dm, reblog, or comment down below if you want to be a part of the taglist of this series ^^ see u on the next chap!

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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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We Can Fix That

Cassian Andor x Jyn Erso x Virgin/F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author’s note: Picture the title being said like that one dude from the movie Holes lmao

Summary: Cassian, Jyn and the others decide to go Scarif to steal the Death Star plans. You know it’s the right thing to do but you’re nervous about dying… a virgin. You confess your fears to Cassian and Jyn who decide they can help you out.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Cassian and Jyn are already an established relationship sort of, reader is a virgin, reader is shy and nervous, use of pet names (sweetheart), polyamory, MFF threesome, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting (Jyn on Cassian) masturbation (Jyn), no use of y/n, no aftercare because you have a mission to complete ok!!

The impending doom sinks in your stomach. You watch from the sidelines as Captain Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso and the others decide to go against the plan set by the council and go to Scarif. You know that what they’re deciding is the right choice but there’s still a chance you and everyone else could die.

You must be wearing your distress on your face because after Jyn and Cassian are done talking Jyn comes up to you and asks, “What’s wrong?” snapping you from your thoughts.

Yes, you’re nervous about the dangerous mission but you’re also… a virgin. And you’re scared you’ll die a virgin. But Jyn doesn’t need to know that.

“Just nervous, that’s all,” you respond shakily.

She raises an eyebrow, like she can see right through your lame excuse.

“You knew it would be dangerous when you joined the rebellion, no?”

Ah shit, she’s got you there. Maybe you can tell Jyn your little issue in private.

“Okay, fine. I have something to tell you but… can I tell you alone?”

“Sure,” she nods, leading you behind the ship away from the others. You look over your shoulder to see if anyone notices you two walking away. And to your surprise no one does, except for Cassian. He raises an eyebrow at you when you make eye contact. You turn your head away quickly and follow Jyn. Better make this fast.

“So what’s wrong?” she asks once you’re alone, folding her arms.

“I just have a… small problem. Yes, I knew that joining the rebellion would be dangerous and I’m fully on board with this mission but I’m worried about dying… a virgin,” you say, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Oh,” she says, dropping her arms to her sides.

“It’s really embarrassing…” you trail off, keeping your gaze locked on the ground.

“No, it’s not. And I’m glad you feel comfortable to share that with me,” she says, to your shock.

Your eyes meet hers and you can tell she’s being sincere. But before you can say anything further, Cassian comes up behind her, startling you.

“What’s going on?” he asks, sort of with an accusatory tone.

“Do you want me to tell him?” she asks, glancing at you.

You were actually starting to feel somewhat better about the situation after telling her. Until Cassian interrupted, that is. You don’t know him knowing he’s a virgin because you have a small crush on him. Though you’re pretty sure he has a thing with Jyn. But if there’s a possibility you’re going to die… who really cares?

“Tell me what?”

“You can tell him,” you say, hiding your face with your hands.

“She’s nervous about the mission; about it not going well because she’s a virgin.”

“Oh,” Cassian says, having the exact same reaction as Jyn.

“Well we can fix that for her, can’t we, sweetheart?”

You remove your hands from your face and stare at them, your mouthing hanging open in disbelief.

“What do you mean by we?”

“He means we both take your virginity.”

“You guys would do that?”

“Of course,” Cassian says, putting his arm around Jyn’s shoulders.

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath.

“Come on, I’ll take you to Cassian’s quarters,” Jyn says, grabbing your hand.

“I’ll go give the others something to do while we’re busy and I’ll meet you there,” Cassian says, pressing a kiss to Jyn’s temple.

She nods and leads you through the base to Cassian’s quarters. The whole walk there you feel like your knees are going to give out with how nervous you are. How exactly does one go from being a virgin to having two beautiful people fuck you at the same time?

She opens the door to Cassian’s room and leads you to his bed. The door closes behind you as you step inside. She lets go of your hand and sits on the bed. You sit beside her gingerly and try to get yourself to calm down and enjoy the moment.

“Th-thanks for doing this for me,” you say, hoping it doesn’t come out shaky as fuck but it does.

“Thank you for letting us be your first,” she says, leaning on the bed with her hand, tilting her head at you.

Cassian enters through the door soon after. He meets you both by the bed, standing with his hands on his hips.

“How are we doing this?” he asks.

“Let’s ask her. Have you ever been eaten out?” she says, a suggestive smirk taking over her face.

“N-no, I haven’t done anything at all.”

“Okay, we can take it slow. Let us know if you need us to stop,” she says gently.

You nod and start to undress, pulling your shirt over your head and sliding off your pants. Cassian and Jyn follow suit, tossing their clothes into a pile on the floor. You lay down on the bed, your feet resting on the floor.

“Who do you want first?” Jyn asks, sitting next to you.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” you breathe out. Your nipples perk up in contact with the cool air. Goosebumps prickle your skin, but also because you’re nervous. You close your eyes and feel your cheeks and chest heat up in anticipation of someone’s touch. You feel someone’s hands spread your legs apart and a warm tongue on your core, licking at the sensitive skin. You shudder when you feel their tongue lick a slow, long stripe up your entrance. You feel someone’s hands take your nipples in theirs, rubbing them between their fingertips. It’s almost overwhelming; having someone lick your cunt and also play with your nipples. The feeling is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost indescribable.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” you hear Cassian say by your ear. You open your eyes to see him staring down at you, his pupils blown out so wide that there’s only a small ring of brown showing. You look down and see Jyn in between your legs, lapping at your cunt.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly.

“Good,” you whisper back.

“Just good?” he says, pinching your nipples with his fingers.

“Amazing,” you sigh, just as Jyn starts sucking on your clit.

“That’s more like it,” he says, pressing kisses along your collarbone. He trails up to your neck and along your jawline before reaching your lips, kissing you and brushing his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips and let him explore your mouth, moaning into him as Jyn suck’s your clit harder. You already feel yourself arrive at what you think is an orgasm. She pulls away for a second however to moisten her fingers before pushing one inside you slowly. Your arch hips higher and moan into Cassian as your pleasure mounds. He breaks the kiss and pulls back and that’s when you say, “I think… I think I’m already gonna cum?”

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll be coming a lot tonight,” he says. You look into his eyes and nod just as your orgasm overtakes you. You writhe against Jyn’s mouth, arching your back in pleasure. Cassian steadies your hips in order to keep Jyn’s mouth flush against your cunt. You ride out your first orgasm with Cassian taking one of your nipples in his mouth, bringing it to a stiff peak with his tongue and releasing it with a pop. He does the same with the other and when he releases it your orgasm is finished. Your core is sore already and your whole body feels tingly but the night is far from over. Jyn pulls her mouth away and sits beside you on the bed.

“Ready for more?” she asks.

“Mhm. What now?” you say shakily, chest still heaving from your high.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” Cassian asks.

You look from him to Jyn, almost as if you’re asking for approval. Strange, you didn’t feel like you needed approval from him when Jyn ate you out. She nods and you inch up a little higher on the bed. Cassian, who’s already hard, situates himself between your legs. He gathers your orgasm on his hand and spreads it on his cock.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe out, just as he begins to enter you slowly.

It’s nothing like you expected. It’s a little painful, yes but it also feels euphoric. He buries his length into you down to the hilt, making sure you have time to adjust to his size. You look over at Jyn who’s touching herself at the sight of Cassian fucking you. He grabs your hips and begins thrusting in and out of you, still taking it slow.

“You doing, okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you moan, your voice rising a few octaves as he pushes his cock back into you.

“You’re doing so well,” Jyn praises beside you.

You really can’t believe it but you already feel yourself arriving at the edge of another orgasm, this one feeling different than the first. Cassian feels your walls tense up around him and starts fucking you faster. The head of his cock brushes your cervix with each thrust. He brings his thumb to your already sensitive clit and rubs circles around it, making the impending orgasm arrive faster and harder. You close your eyes and let it overtake you, crying out in pleasure with this one. He keeps his motions around your clit steady as he fucks you through your release. Your walls contract and release around him erratically, the pleasure originating at your core and spreading outwards. He pulls out once you’re done and to your surprise, he hasn’t cum yet and he’s still hard.

“But what about you?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, we’re not quite done just yet. You’re gonna sit on it.”

You nod and move over on the bed so he can lay down. You straddle him with shaky legs and sink down onto his cock, feeling him in your guts at this angle. Jyn moves to straddle him, too but she places herself on his face, facing towards you. She leans forward almost as if she wants you to kiss her as she fucks herself on Cassian’s face. You oblige and lean forward, too, pressing your lips against hers. You rock your hips back and forth on Cassian’s cock as she does the same on his face. She brings her hands to your breasts, pinching your nipples as both of you get pleasured. Between her fingers pinching your nipples and Cassian’s cock deep inside you, you know you’re not going to last long. You haven’t been lasting long the whole night and this is the most intense stimulation you’ve had. With one final rock of your hips your final orgasm washes over you. Your mouth falls open and you moan into Jyn’s lips, letting your orgasm overtake you. Everything from your toes to the tips of your ears feels tingly and white-hot with pleasure. Jyn cums, too, moaning against you. And between both of you coming, Cassian cums, too. You hear him groan underneath you and you feel his warm load erupt inside you. At least the implant you have is finally good for something. The movement of your hips slows and eventually stops as your orgasm concludes. You pulls yourself off of him and collapse onto the bed, feeling truly spent and wondering how the fuck you’re gonna complete a mission after this. Jyn lays on the opposite side of Cassian and the three of you catch your breath. You suddenly feel a little awkward, still in disbelief and rise to get dressed.

Cassian follows you and says, “Good idea. We have a mission to complete.”

“Well, thank you both,” you say awkwardly, putting your clothes back on, “I’m just gonna, um, go get something from my room really quick. I’ll meet you at the docking yard,” you finish quickly, putting on your shoes and hightailing it out of there.

You power walk back to your room with shaky legs in order to hurry to the others already. If you’re going to die today, at least you lost your virginity in a truly unforgettable way.

End note: Omg this was so different for me to write but I hope y’all like it

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beesmygod · 11 months

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JJBA PART 5, VENTO AUREO IS THE UNDERBAKED MESS I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FIXING...PART 2

FIX 2: WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A PROBLEM LIKE GIORNO?

thats the homo photo of my dad

answer: i dont know.

the unfortunate and honest to god truth of the matter is that the protagonist of JJBA part 5, giorno giovanna, fucking sucks.

what if that little shithead from the twilight zone episode "it's a good life" was gay and watched "goodfellas". you might think "wow that sounds great" but, well, somehow it's not.

it is months later and i have been struggling with writing this for a bazillion reasons: i got sick, real life events occurred, i had to work on comic, i died, etc. but the most strenuous reason of all in the end was facing the impenetrable, tangled, and deeply complicated gordian knot that is the little ladybug loving bitch named giorno and not knowing where the fuck to even begin.

i had to think long and hard about how to approach the problem of "giorno giovanna". he is like a diamond of sucking ass: multi-faceted and beautiful in his perfection but is, ultimately, just a stupid fucking rock from the dirt. he completely lacks the innate charisma and personality inherent in previous jojo protagonists AND antagonists; despite having both the joestar AND brando gene pools to pull from, he manages to snag a net total of 0 personality traits. this problem is multiplied 100 fold once he starts actually doing things to move the plot along and the universe repeatedly bends itself like a pretzel in order to gift him undeserved and unrewarding (to us, the audience) win after win after win.

his theme goes hard as hell tho

youtube

if you were to ask me what is wrong with giorno, i would have no problem making a long and detailed list of why i want to slap the little cinnamon rolls of his head. i have no idea how to organize that list into a more coherent form of criticism that points at the overarching structural weakness of part 5. part 5 really, really wants you to like and root for giorno. it hinges on it. his victories are explicitly supposed to be emotionally and morally gratifying. they are instead trite and annoying.

for years, YEARS, my only experience with the entirety of part 5 outside of infamous panels and the most basic information about the story, was this incredible, evergreen and laser targeted tweet:

i thought this was a funny shit post. all i knew giorno had some kind of "life creation" power. what i didnt know was:

giorno says this exact line and then turns cars into frogs so that they (the bad guys) cant catch them (they do catch them)

giorno's power IS fucking stupid

i fucking hate him

he should stop using it

abbacchio was right. he was right about everything

how DO you talk about giorno? giorno's blandness permeates any situation he has the misfortune of attending and the parts of the narrative where he's missing for one reason or another are significantly improved by his absence. in comparison with the deuteragonists (bruno bucciarati) and tritagonists (the members of bruno's squad in the mafia family passione), he has all the flavor of a communion wafer. his character arc is non-existent. emotionally, he might as well have just gone to the store and back by the end of the story.

and, look, araki likes to play fast and loose with how powerful a stand is or what its abilities are. im not here to measure power levels or fucking whatever stupid shit people get up to. the more wild and insane he gets with his incredibly "unique" ""understanding"" of science and geometry, i'm 99% on board for. but giorno's stand, gold experience, is whatever the narrative needs it to be at any given time with no consistency. it's OP as hell long before he gets the 11th hour power boost; his stand has the extra trans-dimensional ability to remove any tension from a fight scene. through this, gold requiem can destroy the psyche of the audience, truly making it the most powerful stand of all time.

people used to love to bitch about not understanding how the villain's stand works in this part, but if anyone tells you they understand what the fuck THIS means they're lying to you.

anyway, there is only one solution i can think of when it comes to how to approach this: assess the major story beats in order. i think jumping around in the progression of events to highlight individual flaws in the character will not adequately impart the suffering one feels as an audience member while the narrative yo-yos between being rollicking good fun and being at the mercy of the little 15 year old twink with god mode on.

and so, having made it past koichi's tiny ass role (and his tiny ass) in the story and addressing how we can proceed, we can cover bruno (a genuinely wonderful character), polpo, and the wasted character building opportunity of the piss drinking scene, which vexes and infuriates me to this day. [thinking about the piss scene and getting mad again] ooooh!!!!

#essay #jjba

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jihyoruri · 19 days

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me when it’s time for the yearly anon confession potluck and I have to admit that to me… wowyn.. is just.. 🙂. I think she is a little toxic and the wonyn situation takes me out so bad like it’s genuinely the funniest thing to me EVER. like I can not explain why but the wonyoung is like eh ik u like me but I don’t rlly wanna deal with that so! uhm!.. anyway! and wowyn just… listens tew her😭😭like ur telling me wowyn breaks up w girls If wonyoung doesn’t like them LMFAOO😭

idk for some reason wowyn to me is more of a loser than loseryn not even in a mean way just.. I don’t know I feel like if I met her fr I’d be like.. ur such a sad person…

moving past this… who is your favorite yn? we all know mine…

(1. shamelessyn 2. richgirl yn 3. aespayn/firecrackeryn)

i may not be the president of the aespayn or richgirlyn fanclub but I’m actually both of their therapists btw. yeah Ik you guys don’t know but my side gig is actually fixing them. yeah no aespayn is in the trenches… it’s bad in these streets. (I love richgirlyn almost the same amount as shamelessyn I’m a cheater sorry)

also side note I am sat for anything u write but I hope you continue to explore richgirlyn’s dynamic with chaewon and the other members.. idk maybe it’s bc I grew up with a lot of money but the way ppl w wealth act has always been so.. weird tew me. like I know these r just sillay yn works but I feel like people who write rich characters forget like.. these r the most emotionally stunted people on earth. they never learned to socialize or explain their emotions 😭dealing w rich people is insane because no one talks abt anything or knows how to interact with regular people like they have such hard times w it for some reason?? (because they never had to)

ANYWAY sorry for the long ask 😞I hope we get some aespayn fans out here for 4/20 SHOW SUPPORT FOR UR GIRL😭😭

-🎏

LOL babes imma have to correct you on some things. 😭

it’s not that wony is like “eh ik u like me but I don’t rlly wanna deal with that so! uhm!.. anyway!” she’s genuinely playing hard to get with yn, she feels like yn will always wait for her so she just doesn’t want to get into a relationship just as yet, I think I’ve mentioned it in early asks but wonyoung is playing hard to get with yn😭. wonyn is really a sad situation when you think about it because they’d be really good for each other but they’re not on the same page at all like wow!yn doesn’t think wonyoung likes her even tho wony does hold some feelings for her but she’s waiting it out but realizing that her time is running out. The only reason why wow!yn breaks up with people sometimes if wony doesn’t like them because wonyoung is genuinely her best friend if Giselle didn’t like one of yn’s gfs yn would probably break up with them as well, it’s so easy for her do that because she was just bored like she wasn’t in the relationship for real feelings if she acc had real feelings for the person it would be a different story take winter for example BOTH wonyoung and yujin didn’t like her and yn knew that but yn didn’t break up with her because she genuinely liked her but then she realized that she genuinely liked her so she broke up with her LMAOOOOOO. I wouldn’t call wow!yn a loser because she genuinely has problems, she has some mental instability. like her problems with her dad has definitely affected how she thinks about things and butchers how her mind functions in certain situations, she is a sad person tho. ANYWAYS moving on from wow!yn

my favourite yn and wow!yn and nwjns!yn THE SISTERS honestly I love wow!yn because she’s my most complex yn and honestly she’s just such a shit head and it’s so fun and amusing writing her and nwjns!yn is just a sweet mess like when I finally introduced her fic you guys will see what I mean, she’s the exact opposite of her sister 😭 (also a respectful mention of aespa!yn)

LOL they both need therapists for real so you got the job‼️ aespa!yn is a mess she’s a rich mess (I just took in that you like the two extremely rich yn’s LOL also firecracker!yn is always on someone’s favourite list and it always makes me laugh LMAOOO)

yes I am totally gonna explore richgirl!yn more, I tried my best to give a small peak into richgirl!yn having some problems I was so happy when you picked up on it in ur last ask for her

I honestly love long asks so much so this was fun to read LOL and thank you so much for reading and enjoying my works

#🎏anon

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romanarose · 2 years

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Han Solo Smut

Han Solo x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, rough sex, chocking, manhandling, rough blowjob, spanking.

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As you sipped you drink inside the cantina, you wondered what was next. Work had been steady, despite being stuck on Tatooine due to unforeseen circumstances. You had been renting a room, and luckily work had been good enough to afford a shower, which on tattooine was a luxury. Normally it would’ve been hot, but the suns of tattooine has been hard on your body with the outside work. The shower had been slightly on the cool side, allowing you to cool off before warming up with a drink. After one drink, you looked over to the right to order another when…. You couldn’t hardly believe your eyes.

There, in all his vest-wearing glory, was Han Solo, sitting in a booth. The two of you knew each other in the empire year ago, and had defected at separate times. Throughout the years, the two of you had ran into each other and had gotten out of one sticky situation or another with each other’s help. The flirtatious man had given you signals, but despite being insanely attracted to him you never had a chance to act on the arousal you felt when looking at him. You slid up to the seat next to him “anyone sitting here, Solo?”

He recognized you immediately, smiling his lopsided smile and leaned onto the bar counter “now, what is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this”

you explained how you had been stuck on Tatooine the last few weeks. Likewise Han said that he was stuck on planet for the night while the falcon was being fixed. He had attempted to get a room, but they were full “I could walk back to the falcon, but I figure Ill just pull up an all nighter here and try to get to the falcon in the morning.”

“Well regarding getting to the falcon, I can take you on my speeder. But for tonight, there’s no way you’re staying up all night in this piece of shit. Come stay the night with me.” You ended the sentence with a sly smile, letting Han know what you had in mind.

Han mirrored your smile “Well sweetheart, I don’t want to put you out”

“Maybe you can make it up to me somehow” you leaned in slightly

“oh yeah? Like what?” he placed a hand on your leg and slowly moved it up.

You moved your leg into his grip, urging him on, your bodies slowly merging. The thick tension inhibited your ability for a witty retort, so Han chimed in again as he leaned into your ear. “maybe something like this” his hand reached up in-between your legs.

You gasped and looked around, no one seemed to be noticing the two of you. Han began to kiss your neck and his hand began to massage you, eliciting a moan “Han, they are starting to notice us”

“Lucky them” he mumbled from the nap of your neck.

You stood up from the bench which drew a grumble from the ornery pilot, but you grabbed his hand and ran to your room like two teenagers sneaking off to make out in a hallway.

You fumbled with your keys as Han came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and caressed your body. As soon as the door opened, Han shut the door and shoved you against the wall.

He finally kissed you on your lips as he massaged between your legs and you wrapped your arms around his firm back. “tell me what you want” he whispered gruffly in your ear.

You pushed him back slightly, only to look into his eyes “I want you to do whatever you want to my body” letting him know in no uncertain terms how much you wanted him.

With permission granted, he slid his free hand up your thigh, caressed your breast, and then thrust his hand around your throat. Han eyed you, checking that this was still what you had in mind, but found you smiling in ecstasy. He pulled down your pants just enough to slide his hand down and insert a finger inside you. He worked you for a minute, using his palm and wrist to rub your clit. “gods, you are wet” he mumbled.

“I’ve wanted you for so many years. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario?”

“do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of fucking your face?”

You grabbed his shirt so tight that it’s likely ruined “show me” and dropped to your knees. Han relished the sight of you submitting to him, on you’re knees and ready to receive him. Putting his had on your head and running his fingers through your hair, he almost didn’t want to ruin such a pretty picture. Almost.

He was taking to long, so you began to unbutton his pants which resulted in your hands being slapped. Han took your chin in his hands “awfully eager, are you?” you nodded “do that again, and it’ll be your face instead of your hands”

Straight faced, you touched the start of his pants again and was promptly given a crisp slap across the face. Han soothed the sting with the back of his hand “ssssshhh, are you going to listen now?”

“yes daddy”

“good girl” han pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing ng his throbbing cock. “Make me proud”

He thrust his member into your mouth. Gripping his hips, you pulled yourself down onto him, wanting to make him proud of you. In, out, In out, you finally worked yourself down to the end of his shaft. You could only breath through your nose. Han grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced your head up and down on himself, causing you to gag. Han moaned and ran fingers through his hair “gods” he muttered. Spit was running down your chin, and you grabbed his beautiful ass. Oh, how you had wanted to touch it throughout the years. Finally pulling your head back, han allowed you a moment to breath. He savored the look of you breathing deep trying to catch your breath before inserting himself into you again. Holding you still, he thrust into you and fucked your face until tears left your eyes. Han pulled himself out and kissed you deeply, searching your mouth with his tounge. Noticing a tear, he whipped it with his thumb “have you had enough?”

“no” you replied, far from enough

*slap* “what was that?”

“No sir”

He continued fucking your face, you could feel him down your throat, you thought you might throw up. Han pulled you all the way down onto him and plugged you nose, you couldn’t breath. You swallowed on his cock trying to get air, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing in you. Just before it was almost too much, Han yanked your head back and let go, allowing you to fall on your ass to the floor. Han ripped off your shirt as you attempted to regain your breath and he watched your chest heave in the bra. Eyes scanning your body with lust, Han bent over and scrooped you up, carrying you to the bed. Han sat you down on the bed and took off his shirt as you took off your bra. Han pushed you back onto the bed, took off your pants and knelt between your legs. Eagerly, Han began by kissing over your underwear, warming you up. Without warning, he took the underwear in his fist and ripped it, finally freeing you and allowing Han to immediately go down on you with fervor. Passionately licking and sucking, he began to insert a finger into you, then two, then three fingers. You moaned loudly, savoring the feeling of him inside you. You almost couldn’t wait for his dick, but enjoyed having Han in such a submissive position. You ran your fingers through his hair to encourage him on. Han pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips to pull you closer to him and gave him the best angle to give your clit attention, pleasure was building up inside you, you tightened your thighs around hans head. So close, so close. Han continued his actions but moved his hands up your body, slowly. Feeling every inch of you. Not just your breasts and ass, but caressing every curve. He only briefly came out from under you to mermer “so fucking hot” and go back down. You were so close. You writhed, the motion exposing your ass, to with han gave a firm, loud slap. This tipped you over, giving you your first orgasm of the night. You cried out loudly, loud enough you were certain the downstairs cantina could hear you.

Han came up crawled up to meet you on the bed and kissed you. You could taste the evidence of your orgasm on his lips. “I want you inside me” you stated, desperate to feel that orgasm again. Han stood back up and readjusted your body on the bed. With little notice he entered you, illiciting a cry from you. But you took all of him, and enjoyed every inch.

“good girl, I knew you would feel good, but I didn’t think you could possibly feel this good around me” and began fully fucking you. It was everything you had ever imagined on all those lonely nights through the years. “you are so fucking beautiful, gods, the sight of you writhing beneath me is stunning” Han grunted as he thoroughly fucked you, leaning over he cupped your breasts and sucked on them, adding to your pleasure.

Han pulled out, making you whine from the empty feeling. “sshhhh, sweetheart, no worries, we’re just changing it up”

You sat up “but I –“ han slapped you, hard, and slammed you by your throat back onto the bed

“don’t. fucking. Backtalk. Okay?”

You felt a pleasureful high, almost in ecstasy, when han slapped you again, waking you up “I said, okay?”

“yes sir”

Han took his hand off your throat and held your head in his hand, he gave you a deep kiss. You loved when he was rough, you loved the feeling of the slaps and the dirty talk, but something about all that made the moments when he was gentle that much better. He pulled away “such a good girl. Now, on your hands and knees.

you did was you were old, and positioned your ass against his dick “im ready, sir”

Han took a moment to marvel at the sight before him, massaging your ass. “beautiful.”

You blushed, but grew impatient. “please” you whined.

“if you insist, my dear”

The sound of him fucking you was music to your ears, whatever he was doing was hitting just right. Han bent over and enwrapped your body in one arm as he used his other for support. His free hand roamed your body “so sexy. I’ve thought of you like this for years, everything I imagined cant compare to how you look right now” he whispered in your ear. The pleasure was growing almost insurmountable “the way you respond to my touch, the way you are so wet for me, the way you submit to me, the way your naked body looks. Its perfect, all of it”

“han, I’m so cl- AH GODS! Im so close han, keep fucking me like that, FUCK you feel so good, oh I’ve wanted you for so long. The day I met you I touched myself to the though of you, god this is so much better”

“fuck I’m close, you make me so hard, gah-“ his thrusts were growing erratic. He leaned close to your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat putting you in a chokehold and pulled you up so that both of you were vertical. His free hand massaged your clit while his other arm continued the chokehold, before both hands moved to your breasts and paid your nipples some much needed attention. Han got right up to your ear “come for me”

Han braced your vertical body against his, feeling your breasts to add pleasure to the orgasm. You road out the orgasm on Hans dick, feeling him hit deep inside you. Waves of pleasured coursed through, your brain was fuzzy except only for the thought of Hans body against yours. As you came down from the orgasm, in a blur, Han turned you around and had you on your hands and knees again, near the bed. He stepped off the bed and put his dick in your mouth once more. Gripping your face tightly, he gave an order “swallow every last drop” and began pumping himself. When Han released himself into your mouth, he pulled your hair and moaned loudly as you swallowed everything, as ordered.

When Han pulled himself out of you, he kissed you. You were certain he would taste himself inside you. Placing you back to the middle of the bed, Han pulled you close to him and the blanket over the two of you “was that worth the wait?” He asked, feeling you from your thighs up to your waist.

“Absolutely worth the wait. But lets not wait too long before next time”

“oh no, I think next time will be very soon”

You fell asleep with Han all around you, the taste him still in your mouth.

#han solo smut #Star Wars #Han solo #smut #Han solo reader #Han solo x reader #fanfiction #Han solo x reader smut

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foggyfanfic · 6 months

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The Jorge Situation

Fic Summary: In the same universe as Love and Fury, and Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure. Bruno tries to figure out what's causing the cracks, and how to make spackle. Leandra covers for him. Pre-movie AU. This one will be updated more sporadically, and doesn't have an overarching plot. It's essentially interconnected oneshots.

The Wall

“No!” Amada crossed her arms and stomped her feet.

“No?” Alma asked, looking nervously from the five year old girl to the assembled village down below. After what had happened a year ago at Mirabel’s gift ceremony she had been a bit high strung all day.

“I don’t want a gift until Mirabel gets one,” Amada insisted.

Leandra closed her eyes and breathed a sigh out through her nose. She loved her daughter dearly, and she was very proud of her little girl’s sense of justice, but she had spent all day trying to talk Amada out of this exact tantrum. She peaked an eye open to look at Mirabel and found the poor girl standing wide eyed between her parents.

“Amada,” Leandra said gently, coming to kneel by her daughter’s side, “do you remember what I said about letting your cousin have some space today?”

Amada turned her tiny scowl on Leandra, “But it’s not fair!”

And there it was, there was the rub. Everything had to be fair for Amada, everybody had to get the same amount for dessert, everybody had to follow the same rules, everybody had to be held to the same standards. It was an admirable thing for a little girl to care about, and again Leandra was very, very proud.

But god did this kid need to learn about nuance.

“I know, I know, I agree with you,” Leandra said, then dropped her voice to a whisper, “but there isn’t anything we can do to fix it, so we need to focus on making things better for Mirabel, not worse.”

“Why can’t we fix it?” Amada asked, not ready to give up.

Leandra threw a desperate look over her shoulder at Bruno, who was wringing his hands, he opened his mouth while shaking his head, then took a deep breath and knelt on Amada’s other side.

“The miracle is a gift, w-we don’t control it,” Bruno explained, but Amada just scowled harder.

“Why is the miracle being mean? Miracles are supposed to be good.”

Bruno pressed his lips together then nodded, “That’s true.”

Leandra waited for him to tack on a “but”, however that seemed to be the entirety of Bruno’s response. She sighed again. Leandra opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by a gasp from the crowd below. She turned to see what those gossip mongers were whispering about this time, and froze.

Mirabel was walking up the stairs, looking as nervous as she had on the day of her own gift ceremony. Nervous, and noticeably miserable.

Leandra sent a panicked look at Bruno, they had both worked so hard to protect Mirabel as much as they could this past year. They still weren’t entirely sure what his vision had meant, but they knew little Mirabel was at the center of it.

Mirabel reached the top of the stairs and Amada immediately trotted over to her, grabbing her hand and trying to tug her to the candle, “I don’t want it. You should have it.”

Leandra grimaced. Shit.

“Family is the real gift,” Mirabel said, quiet, voice shaking, but certain, “I’m happy. Not having a gift means I get to spend more time with mi familia. Go ahead and take it.”

She gave Amada a shove that almost pushed her over, forcing her to step back, closer to the door, in order to keep her balance.

Leandra looked at Bruno again, but not out of panic this time. Everything Mirabel had just said were things Bruno had told her, granted he’d said that the migraines his visions gave him were worth it because his gift meant he could stay home with the kids, but the point stands. Mirabel had learned all that from him.

Bruno stared at Mirabel gobsmacked. Apparently unaware that Leandra was planning to kiss him silly the second they were in private.

“But it’s not fair,” Amada whispered.

“I’m happy,” Mirabel repeated, doing an admirable job of not breaking down into sobs as she once again gave Amada a forceful shove.

Amada pouted but, after a few more shoves from Mirabel, turned and returned to her place in front of the door. Mirabel shuffled awkwardly, hands fisting in her skirt and bottom lip wobbling. Leandra waved at her to get her attention, then opened her arms for a hug. Mirabel slowly walked into the hug.

“That was very kind and brave of you,” Leandra said, deciding she’d let the shoving go unacknowledged, just this once. She kept her voice low enough that it wouldn’t distract anyone from Amada make her vows to help the Encanto.

Mirabel didn’t say anything, she just sniffled a little. Leandra looked over her head at Bruno, who took the silent cue to join the hug.

“You’re the real gift kid,” Bruno whispered, Mirabel lifted her head to look at him and he smiled at her with all the warmth of a thousand hearth fires, “thank you.”

She smiled shakily at him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Leandra looked up when Amada stepped away from the candle. She stared at the glowing door, glared at it really. Leandra smiled fondly and shook her head. Her little warrior.

“Do you want to stay and watch,” Leandra asked Mirabel as quietly as she could, “or do you need space?”

“I wanna see,” Mirabel said, turning in her and Bruno’s arms.

They glanced at each other and silently agreed that they would continue to hold her until her parents could get up the stairs to comfort her. Then they turned their attention to Amada as she finally reached for her doorknob.

There was a great big flash, then Amada stumbled back. Everybody stood silent, waiting. Amada looked around and Leandra could hear people start to whisper something about her eyes, then Amada faced them and Leandra saw that her little girl’s eyes were glowing gold.

Beside her, Bruno tensed up.

Amada stared at Mirabel with her glowing eyes for a few beats then walked to the edge of the stairs and looked out at the party. Then she took off her shoe and tossed it into the crowd.

Everybody scattered away from the shoe as it plopped harmlessly onto the ground. The shuffle of bodies rippled out until even the people at the edge of the crowd were forced to shift around. One of the teenagers stumbled on his untied shoelace and fell onto the nearest table, launching the plate, and its contents, that had been on the table into the air. At the same time, the man behind Pepa shifted forward and stepped on the back of her heel. Clouds started to appear but she immediately chased them off with a gust of wind.

The wind caught the plate and propelled it farther up into the air, everybody watched it soar up, up, up, then arc and fall back down. It landed at Mirabel’s feet, and was followed immediately by the treats that had been on the plate before it was launched.

Somehow, each and every pastry landed on the plate, not a single one hit the floor.

Leandra recognized some ginger snaps, some cocada blanca, a brownie, and some of the cinnamon cake the Guzmans had brought.

All of Mirabel’s favorites.

Amada giggled and clapped her hands, “Ta-da! That’s for you!”

There was a stunned silence, then, like any six year old who had just been magically delivered a plate full of sugar, Mirabel cheered and broke out of her Tia and Tío’s arms to pick up the plate.

Everybody else took their cue from Mirabel and began chattering excitedly. The rest of the family came running up the stairs, Gabriel rushing up to his cousin/sister to lift her up and swing her around while she shrieked with laughter. Leandra patted Mirabel’s shoulder one more time then embraced her children, the second she stepped aside Bruno took her place.

“Your room! Your room! I wanna see your room,” Camilo cried, pointing excitedly at the door which now displayed a young woman holding what looked like a bucket of rocks with one hand and a basket of gems with another. By her feet, a line of dominoes was halfway through toppling over. The young woman stared out at them with a mischievous grin.

Leandra chose to believe that wasn’t an ominous warning of what parenting Amada would be like going forward, no, no, no. Surely her very righteous daughter being given the ability to mete out some sort of karmic justice, or whatever, by throwing things would make parenting a breeze. No possible way this could go wrong!

Amada opened her door and they all followed her in, watching the room be constructed before their eyes. It was, of course, very large, and lined with shelves waiting to be filled.

While the children ran around the new space shouting and laughing Leandra grabbed Bruno’s hand and walked over to Agustín and Julieta. He gulped when he saw where they were going, but also picked up the pace so he was soon pulling her to his sister and their brother in law.

“We are so, so, sorry,” Bruno said, “I-I can’t imagine what th-that must have felt like for Mirabel.”

Julieta sighed, shaking her head, “Well, in the long run, I’m sure it’ll be good for Mirabel to look back and see how much her cousin loves her.”

“In the short term however, you owe our daughter so much ice cream,” Agustín jumped in, and Leandra could tell he was only half kidding.

“Of course,” she nodded, immediately offering, “how about tomorrow we take you guys out to thank her?”

“I’ll be busy,” Julieta said, “but you guys should go.”

Bruno cleared his throat, hand tightening on hers, “A-and I should probably check on you know, things.”

This was code for he was planning to try having the vision about Mirabel again, to see if anything had changed. She nodded, out of the corner of her eye she could see Julieta doing the same. Agustín on the other hand, took a long, slow breath, clenching then unclenching his fists.

“Right, of course, what about you and me, hermano? We can take our kids out and I’ll buy Mirabel whatever toy or dessert her heart desires,” Leandra asked Agustín, distracting him from the secret he was only kind of in on.

He smiled, “That sounds great.”

“Great!” Leandra glanced over at the kids, “Alright, Bruno and I should probably go do Parents of the Birthday Girl things, but I’ll catch you when things start winding down.”

“Sí, claro, disfruten,” Julieta waved them off.

They walked away and Leandra waited for Bruno’s hand to relax in hers. When it didn’t, she turned to him with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t notice at first, too busy staring off into space, watching his own anxieties pile up. Eventually he glanced at her and noticed her look, then he sighed, looking so incredibly tired for a few seconds.

“She’s a seer,” he said.

“Her gift doesn’t seem to be the same as yours,” Leandra began gently rubbing his bicep, “we’ve only seen her use it once.”

“Her eyes glowed, mi reina,” Bruno insisted, “whatever else she can do, she can see, y’know, beyond.”

Further into the room a group of children cheered and when Leandra looked over, Amada stood surrounded by her peers. She had somehow made the entire birthday cake appear in Mirabel’s hands this time.

Well, at least Mirabel was cheered up.

“It’ll be alright,” Leandra reassured him, “we’ve got this.”

He sighed, clearly not completely convinced, but nodded.

—

Bruno couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his little girl with her eyes glowing gold, surrounded by the villagers. He’d asked her to describe her gift to him, and it sounded distressingly similar to his own.

He didn’t know how long he’d been tossing and turning before Leandra slung an arm over his waist and murmured, “You alright?”

“No.”

“You think talking about it will help?”

“No.”

“Does me holding you help?”

“Not that kind of problem.”

“Hm. Sex?”

He thought about it, “Don’t think I’ll be able to focus long enough to uh, do anything really.”

“Then I’m out of ideas,” she drew her arm back and rolled away.

Bruno chuckled, “I think I’ll just get some air, clear my head.”

“Get yourself a snack,” she yawned, “you barely ate at the party.”

He just grunted and got out of bed. For lack of any better ideas, he slipped his ruana on over his pajamas, and headed to the kitchen. Maybe she was onto something, maybe he’d feel better after he ate something.

He grabbed some of the food leftover from the party and carried it into the dining room, where he stopped short.

“Agustín?”

Agustín looked up from his glass, which was filled with an amber liquid, “Oh, hey Bruno. Couldn’t sleep either?”

“I- no,” Bruno shrugged and padded over to the table, he set his food down next to Agustín then took a seat.

Without a word, Agustín grabbed one of the other glasses from the center of the table and poured a drink for Bruno.

“Gracias.”

“De nada.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“H-how is Mirabel?” Bruno eventually asked.

Agustín didn’t respond at first, then he chuckled, “Well, once the sugar high wore off, she was too tired to be anything other than asleep.”

Bruno nodded, “Good.”

“Sí, thanks for asking.”

“Eh, wanted to know,” Bruno pushed a bite of food around on his plate, “I worry about her.”

“I know,” Agustín said, softly, “me too. And of course, my imagination is running away from the little bit that I know about that whole situation I shouldn’t know about.”

“If it helps, I only know a little bit more than you,” Bruno admitted.

Agustín thought for a minute, then said, “You know something? That doesn’t help at all. It actually makes it a lot more terrifying. Por favor, lie to me, tell me you know all.”

“Right, sorry, sorry, I uh, I know everything, every last detail,” Bruno deepened his voice and tried to sound powerful and wise, “nothing is beyond my gaze.”

“And my daughter will be ok?”

“Your daughter will be better than ok, she’ll be happy, and loved, and uh the fairest in the land,” Bruno said.

Agustín chuckled quietly, then sighed, “Gracias Bruno, that helps.”

“Claro.”

They slipped back into silence. Bruno made a valiant effort to eat everything on his plate, but eventually decided that eating most of what was on his plate was good enough. Agustín continued to nurse his drink, staring at it more than sipping it. Every once in a while, one of them sighed.

Bruno picked up the glass Agustín had poured for him and took a sip, he rolled the drink around on his tongue, but couldn’t identify it by taste alone. Even as adults, his Má did not approve of them drinking much, la Familia Madrigal had a reputation to maintain after all. As a result Bruno only really knew the taste of fine wines, and snucken tequilas, well enough to identify by one sip.

This was neither, but it wasn’t bad.

“What’s keeping you up?” Agustín asked, “Is it just Mirabel?”

“Oh, no, by now I’m able to seamlessly transition from worrying about Mirabel to having stress dreams about her,” Bruno said, not joking, but not not joking, “right now I’m worrying about Amada.”

“Oh?”

“She’s a seer.”

“Oh.”

Bruno drained half of the mystery liquor, then put the glass down and went back to pushing food around on his plate.

“Fatherhood, eh?” Agustín gently nudged him with his elbow, “Didn’t realize there’d be this much fretting involved.”

“Can’t relate,” Bruno gave him a rueful grin, “I-I never stop fretting, if it wasn’t the kids, it’d be whether or not my wife still likes me, or the rats have a balanced diet, or even about nuclear armageddon.”

“Nuclear Armageddon? What’s…?”

“Uh, don’t worry about that, I-. It doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.”

“Bien,” Agustín said slowly, before taking an equally slow sip of his drink.

Bruno sighed, “I suppose I should be happy that this time I’m actually fretting about something important. You know?”

“Sí, thought Leandra was going to murder you back before the kids came along the way you kept- well. Glad she didn't,” he shrugged, “would have been a bit of a downer.”

“Ah, sí, well, I’d hate to b-bring down the mood by being murdered by my wife, so I guess it’s uh, it’s really good that I have kids now.”

They shared quiet smiles, and slowly finished off their drinks. Agustín picked up the bottle and used it to gesture at Bruno’s glass. Bruno smiled, but shook his head. Agustín nodded, instead of refilling his own glass he put the cork back in the bottle and stood. He groaned as he stretched.

“Ay, fifty seems to be getting closer and closer,” he shook his head.

Bruno snorted, and rolled his eyes minutely, but refrained from pointing out that Agustín was still forty. Right up until his fortieth birthday Agustín would complain that his forties were getting closer every time his back hurt, or knees ached. Now that the dreaded forties’ had arrived, Agustín was forced to complain about his far off fiftieth.

As a complaint, the effect was greatly decreased, but as a joke? As a joke, it was quickly getting old for everybody but Julieta, who was really the only person Agustín truly cared about in matters such as this.

“I’ll take care of the dishes,” Bruno volunteered, “I’ll be up for a bit longer either way.”

“Hm, if you’re sure?”

“Sí, sí, don’t worry about it,” Bruno made little shooing gestures until Agustín gave in and headed towards the courtyard.

“Bien, gracias hermano,” he yawned, then gave Bruno a tired smile, “see you in the morning.”

“Mm-hm, good night.”

Bruno collected the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. He’d accidentally spilled some food onto the table without noticing, so when he had finished with the dishes, he went back to the table with a rag and cleaned the spot where he’d been sitting.

With that done, he stood there, staring into space, trying to feel less worried about things he couldn’t change.

Eventually, he turned towards the wooden painting behind his Má’s chair. Once upon a time, that spot had been decorated by a family portrait, but that was back when it was just the four of them, just him, his sisters, and their Má. Now there were plans to get a family tree made, but after a bit of discussion they’d all agreed to wait until they were sure they were done having kids. For the time being, it was a portrait of all the current grandchildren, all eight of them. It was a year old, painted when Octavia had just come to them.

He stared at his own three children, his three little gremlins, his three little blessings. All he wanted was for them to have a better life than he had.

But now Amada was a seer.

He gulped, then knocked on the wooden picture.

Bruno paused, frowning. He knocked on it again.

“Casita,” he asked, slowly, “why does this sound hollow?”

He only picked up half of Casita’s answer, but he got something about a room? He paced around the corner, double checking for a door he’d somehow managed not to notice his entire life. When he didn’t find one he asked Casita how to get in. To his surprise, Casita led him up the stairs and to a painting.

Bruno examined the painting. It was large, maybe a bit larger than Bruno himself. A painting that size, if this were a book or particularly cheesy telenovela, would hide a secret door.

But that was ridiculous, of course. And completely unrealistic.

The magic prophet Bruno’s magic sentient house that sat in the middle of a magic paradise urged him towards the painting.

Carefully, Bruno moved it to one side to check behind it.

It swung out like a door, revealing a dark, narrow hall. Bruno stared down the hall, curiosity battling with his trepidation. Eventually, he closed the painting and went back to his room.

He did not have the emotional bandwidth for this shit tonight.

#bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x female oc #Bruno kids #encanto #bruno madrigal fanfic #fanfic #Foggy writes

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hms-no-fun · 1 year

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where did the idea for roserot come from?

fittingly enough, it's sort of an amalgamated flowchart of ideas that evolved over the course of writing the latter half of 3.1. uhhh i guess godfeels spoilers below the break??

it started with killing davepeta. i knew june would kill davepeta and that it wouldn't be permanent, but that it *would* still be very costly for them in some way. my oldest plan for how to actually do that was reaaaaally nasty though. for a long time after the big fight in chapter 8, dana and crew would end up in the debris field around the moon at one ship that hadn't been torn apart... except it had no power. so june resurrected davepeta, inside of a battery that used them as an energy source. which would of course be torturous in some sense because like, come on, if you're gonna make a living battery it's gotta suck. like they don't make being a yellowblood in act 5 seem cool at all. shit's gotta be horrific if it's to have any meaning at all conceptually.

and that's just a bit too edgy for godfeels. this story's dark but i don't want it to be *mean.* davepeta hasn't earned that treatment and it's just kind of a waste of their character. it sucks and it feels bad and it doesn't really mean anything narratively. like oh you put a really likeable character in a torture box to torture them? what's jade gonna do, get more mad??? it's boring. it's a boring situation to put those characters in because all it really is is them going grrrrrrr and then waiting until i can contrive a way to reverse my goddamn mistake and get them back to square one.

so then i decided instead that rose would go grimdark, have her head cut off, her corpse would become a sort of oozing mass of oil and tentacles and lovecraftian corruption, so naturally june would use *her* for a battery instead. what is it about rose lalonde that makes this exact some conceit so much more palatable? like it's still fucked up but you know she would approve. and oh, mary, soaring through the stars on a ship powered by her dead wife's seething eldritch radioactivity! the romance is palpable. that's got some gas, you know?

but when i really got started on chapter 8 i realized i could cut out a whole chunk of pointless faffing about with june and dana trying to get some junk ship working, and escaping with it, and doing whatever until they eventually somehow rendezvous with lenore... by just using june's fucking super power to directly transport us to the plot palace boogie cruiser hotel. seriously i didn't plan to get into ANY of that stuff until 3.3, and honestly getting us to the comet *now* is just so much better in every way

but that means: no more need for a battery powered by main character death. which is great for the fandom, but now i've got these fucking plot points (bodies) just dangling around with nothing to do! davepeta's an easy fix because june could just fax them out to jade, the whole thing writes itself from there really, it's a softer landing, less cynical, and as with the comet it sets us up to get right to The Good Bits instead of fucking around spinning wheels. it puts the trauma directly into the hands of the people who will have to process it while under the gaze of the narrative. cut to the chase baby.

so what about rose? i knew that she as a character would die but that some wretched fact of her physical presence needed to become an animate antagonist force in some capacity. you'd think that epigone would be an obvious connection, and you're right! but i literally did not know epigone existed until it just fucking *showed up* at the end of dirk's chapter. i literally typed that fucking smiley after the cut to black and went

so anyway i then had to invent the metaphysics of ideaspace out of nothing and develop an entire narrative architecture to justify whatever the fuck that smiley was, a process which included making the above obvious connection vis a vis rose's corpse. from there it was easy to piggyback epigone off of dirk's newly-planned resurrection, and once i got a read on epigone's actual *character?* oh my god it was like angels singing, but in the worst most awful and bad way possible! the more i wrote of rotrose, the more possibilities emerged, and now it just so happens that this freak abomination slots perfectly into the spot of a villainous thing that i knew needed to be present in that section of the story but which had until then been entirely vague to me.

that's the godfeels writing process in a nutshell, basically. if i ever seem astonished that chapter 8 makes any sense at all, this is why. and it's quite literally the reason i committed to a lengthy planning phase before writing 3.2 in earnest, because as much of a thrill as that was it is something i absolutely never want to do again. i will probably end up having to do something like it again sooner or later because this story just can't help throwing me fucking curveballs at the last second, but hopefully it won't be quite so irresponsible next time.

uh anyway that is the origin of rotrose. you're welcome

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blupengu · 5 months

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Oh my god I just finished Lucas’s route… oh my god I’m so mmmmmmmm I don’t even know bruh y’all oh my god 😂 big fat spoilers for virche and long ramblings as usual under the cut

Oof where do I even begin my word vomit like, ?!??!??!?!?!?? The funniest thing to me is still the fact that they they didn’t bother trying to hide him being Bourreau with the exact same fucking sprite poses lmao, but I guess that wasn’t really the mystery

CAPUCINE BETTER WATCH THE FUCK OUT THOUGH IT’S ON SITE 🔫🔫 (and whoever this mysterious benefactor is… better not be some shit like, it was Salome all along lmao)

Like okay I know Lucas is a lil extremely way cracked in the head in his despair ending (oh boy oh boy) but… he’s so pretty? When he’s in his Bourreau outfit and his hair is tied up?? Covered in blood??? Stab me harder please 👀 … Do I have a problem? Perhaps… but I’m just keeping true to my dubious taste in anime men 😌

You can’t give me a pretty character with long hair and blue eyes with a gentlemanly “oh ho” personality who’s such a sweetie, while everyone thinks he’s delicate but is secretly (obviously) super strong and very sus, and then tell me how super fucked up his situation is and *NOT* expect me to fall in love????? Boy you had me at the first “ehehe” laugh, you saint-germain-esque motherfucker, I 100% have a type in these games I am very predictable 😂

Aaaaaah I don’t wanna think about Nadia… 😩 girl, sweetie, honey, GIRL. Girl. Too good for this world. Too pure, too innocent… Girl I am so sorry you’re in this game LMAO jeez. I knew… I knew shit was gonna be bad, but oh I was so hoping it was not gonna go that way………. But with everything being all about despair you knew it was gonna happen…….. Big FMA fucking “big brother Edward” and oddly enough hatoful boyfriend vibes… I DID NOT WANT IT THOUGH NO I DON’T LIKE IT!! 😭 I am so scared about what Lucas’s salvation ending is gonna be now, and where it’ll start changing from this end… because BOY. IF THIS DOESN’T GET FIXED…! I am going to be so heartbroken, family in fiction just get me y’all ;-;

… God I know it’s not all gonna get fixed though, there’s just no way, there’s too much shit going on, something’s gotta give, especially in a game like this? If it was your normal otome game maybe, but… I don’t think Nadia’s making it… and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if Lucas didn’t either… even if they both do, they’d barely be able to live another year so I can only see bittersweet endings lmao I’m very worried 😭😂 I NEED THAT FANDISK LOCALIZED NOW!!!

Also I did NOT expect Ankou to suddenly show up at the end?? Aight sir I see you, don’t worry you’re right behind Lucas for me… knowing he got his ass absolutely demolished by Lucas though is kinda hilarious, like I thought Ankou was gonna be some all powerful magic dude but nope. Lucas cut him into little bits LOOOL rip in pieces literally 💀 humanizes him surprisingly for me 🤔

And wtf was Ceres’s plan…? Like… hey lemme go die?? Hope Lucas snaps out of it after he stabs me??? GIRL PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE’S ALREADY DEAD. That’s such a shit plan how was Ankou okay with this 😂

At least uhhhh…. We’re his wife now………? Consolation prize… sorta…………?? 👀😬 yikes lmao but at least all his CGs are so pretty 😌

Wait I just checked his CGs actually… there’s… three left??? And 11/18 (oh shit that’s today’s date LOL). Oh yes, oh hell yes that means more for the salvation ending with variations, give me MORE!! I’m kinda sad now that the “good” endings are locked behind the final route… I need to know what the “good” ending is (BIG quotes around “good” lmao)

I’m gonna need to make one of those “do it for him” memes now to feel better, but I guess I’ll have to hold off until I get all his CGs LOL

OH MY GOD WAIT THERE WAS SO MUCH GOING ON I DIDN’T EVEN TALK ABOUT THE CAGE HOLY CRAP 😂 ah how could I forget?! Actually, after finishing his route I don’t have a lot to say about it… it was super hilarious when I first saw it and my only thought really was “not this shit again” lmao, but at least in this case it made more sense…

Ah okay I’m think I’m done venting… off to do Scien’s route next… maybe I’ll give Lucas a day to cook in my head though, this is the longest rambling text post I’ve ever done lmao… or maybe I’ll finish up the happy bits I have left to do from the even if tempest fandisk 😭

These two are so precious I can’t 😭

#blupengu yells about virche evermore #virche spoilers #my post

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