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hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i req a peter parker x stark!reader who r also bffs (with feelings 4 eachother) where both of them have this little game they like to play with eachother where they make up like insane conversations and the other has to follow along until they get tired ?? like “oh you look fine even though you got stabbed by an alien yesterday” “u dont look too shabby for someone who had to give birth to a baby” IDK like anything u want but they didnt know that their conversations were getting overheard by the other avengers and once the avengers come together and talk about it they’re like wait.. why the fuck does it sound like [] have two children at home and are secretly married IDK ANYTHING U WANT BUT AS CRAZY AS POSSIBLE i love crack fics

TYSM <33

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i've been putting this off bc i love the idea and want it to be perfect so i stayed up late last night and in my delirious haze i came up with some dialogue prompts and i woke up this morning and found it in my notes so here's the beaut! i lowkey love it thank you 🦜 !!

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peter parker x stark! reader

summary: at first, you and peter were like "let's see who can uphold the most ridiculous conversations," but bro... you don't think the sexual tension is a joke anymore, and neither do the other avengers.

w/c: 3.1k

notes: crack crack crack, fluff, swearing, many sexual innuendos (and also just jokes about sex outright) and swears (c'mon it's me), mentions of abortions and roe v wade in a humorous context, murder, cannibalism, and foot fetishes in a humorous context, one "ur mom" joke, if it sounds crazy that's because it is crazy and i think u should just read it already

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and peter’s friendship was anything but normal. well, you supposed, nothing could ever be normal for the two of us. peter’s an arachnid abomination and i’m the daughter of an egotistical billionaire who cosplays as a flying suit.

there were two ways in which your relationship was unusual. one: the practically nonexistent line between platonic and romantic, which everybody just always had to point out. the two of you had always been a bit touchy-feely—to be fair, mostly with each other, but were you really to blame? you were stuck in a tower full of traumatized assassins, spies, and people in metal suits; it wasn’t like there was any good cuddling options around. peter was a self-described “nerd and loser,” so girls weren’t exactly lining up to cuddle with him either.

two: you had a game going on (if it could even be called that). peter had a hard time transitioning into an “official” member of the team, so you, being the coolest and closest to his age, tasked yourself with the responsibility of being his friend.

what started as making up nonsensical greetings or coming up with more and more obscure versions of “see ‘ya later, alligator” had spiraled into a competition of who could keep the most ridiculous conversations going.

you were sitting beside natasha at the kitchen bar, the two of you nursing copious amounts of black coffee and sporting dark eye bags. (so maybe karaoke with katy and shang-chi on a wednesday night wasn’t the greatest idea you’d ever had.)

peter took a double-take as he made his way towards the fridge, looking perfectly refreshed and wide awake.

“lookin’ good!” peter clicked his tongue at you in greeting, smirking at the scowl on your face. he knew you would’ve flipped him off had you not been holding your drink.

“thanks,” you drawled sarcastically. “i’ve been trying this new diy skincare routine, where you use curdled breastmilk as a face mask for 20 minutes. it’s really helping with my dark circles.”

natasha, the woman who was never caught off guard, was caught off guard.

peter hummed thoughtfully as he poured himself a glass of milk, which he was now losing his appetite for. “20 minutes seems pretty short, don’t ‘cha think? i keep my menstrual blood mask on for at least 35 minutes.”

you scoffed, taking a large swig of your coffee and wincing at its bitterness. “yeah, well you should probably do it for longer. i can see your premature wrinkles forming from here.”

peter slipped into the seat beside you and smiled in greeting to natasha, whose eyes were bleary and unfocused. peter turned to shove his face close to yours.

“hm, maybe you should try juice cleansing. your skin is looking awfully dull today, unlike mine, which is dewey and radiant.”

you rolled your eyes. “sure, dude. look at your birdnest for hair.” you tangled your fingers through his mess of curls and scratched his scalp. peter couldn’t hide the content groan that slipped from his mouth.

“if my skin is dull, your hair is practically straw. unlike mine, which is easy, breezy, beautiful: covergirl.” you made a big show of preening your bedhead.

natasha made gagging noises. “alright, you two are disgusting. in more ways than one. can you please stop, because i’m so hungover right now and i will not hesitate to aim my projectile vomit onto one of your faces.”

you and peter looked at each other with big grins. peter shot finger guns at natasha. “eyy, that’s the spirit!”

you and peter found it especially funny to start these sorts of conversations in front of steve and bucky. not only were the two perplexed by modern lingo, they were also the most gullible two people on the team, which made them easy targets.

bucky and steve exchanged testosterone-fuelled jabs at each other in the sparring ring as you tied your shoelaces as peter sprayed his face with water. the two of you listened to the grunts of exertion and the various gruff noises that filled the air to appease the two supersoldiers’ masculinities.

you sighed, stretching your sore arms. you and peter had been fooling around with the gym equipment for an hour now, waiting for bucky and steve’s match to finish (and it didn’t look like either of them planned on backing down anytime soon). with a final tug on your shoelaces, you looked up at peter curiously, who blushed at your wide, innocent eyes. or perhaps he was just red from the exercise.

“you smell really good,” you commented, bumping your shoulder against his. “what cologne do you use?”

peter paused to consider his response. “it’s… my au naturale body odor. it’s cruelty free and uh, vegan.”

“that’s so earth conscious of you!” you gushed, running a warm hand up and down peter’s arm. though he was sweaty, gross, and overheated, he shivered at your touch.

“y-yeah. i haven’t showered in three weeks. it really enhances the… musky base notes of the scent. it’s very masculine,” he nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“well, it’s very aromatic. i like it.” you patted peter’s bicep definitively, jumping to your feet as you bent in half to stretch out your limbs. peter stared at your ass toned calves, and thought that he should work on his legs as well.

“oh hey, it looks like bucky and steve are done!” you pointed at the two heaving supersoldiers, who had stopped fighting altogether so they could stare at you and peter.

bucky mouthed “what the fuck?” to steve. steve mouthed “language” back.

peter was busy scrawling illegible physics notes as he, tony, and bruce watched planet earth intently. bruce was busy jabbering away at the “incredible biological discoveries” that david attenborough was narrating, and tony was absentmindedly filing his nails while occasionally poking peter in the back with his toe to correct him on a mistake he’d written.

“hey dad. bruce.” you caught sight of peter’s unmistakable form, hunched over the glass coffee table with papers scattered haphazardly across the surface and a bulletpoint pen between his teeth tha you found very seductive endearing.

“hey peter!” you squeaked. “it’s- uh, fancy seeing you here!” you blurted, cheeks heating as peter turned to you with his cute stupid fucking glasses.

“hey,” he raised his eyebrows. “you come here often?” peter purred lowly.

you gulped, unsure as to why he was bothering you so much today. maybe your period had come early.

“no, actually. i was stopping by to meet my real estate agent here; i’m loving this property,” you played along, tucking yourself into peter’s side.

“ah, well, they’re not here at the moment. i think they got stopped at security—something about smuggling exotic animals. but i could be your tour guide, if you want? i’m very… thorough.” peter waggled his eyebrows.

david attenborough began discussing whale mating habits.

“oh, are you now?” you challenged, biting your lip smugly as you watched peter began to stutter.

“y-yes, i am. and, as a matter of fact,” peter turned to pull something from his pocket. he presented you with a microfiber cloth. “i’m such a gentleman, i’ll even clean you up after.”

peter’s head was suddenly slammed into the glass table. tony had rammed his foot (not just the toes) against peter’s curls.

“stop sexing up my daughter, spiderling. i’ll take out your suit’s built-in heater.”

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, mr. stark,” peter sputtered.

you giggled at his immediate change in attitude. leaning in, you murmured into his ear. “me, you, my bedroom, nine pm. i’d like that thorough tour.”

neither of you were sure if the offer was genuine.

sam had invited the team to a backyard party with his family, but not without warning everybody to watch their language around the kids. (it was an empty threat; everyone knew sam would be the first to slip up.)

you were “chatting” with a little kid; in other words, nodding along as they infodumped about cretaceous period with surprising expertise for a 5 year old.

you felt a poke in your side and screamed embarrassingly loudly. peter stared at you for a second, cheeks puffing and lips pinching together, before he burst into laughter. spit went flying all over your face.

“ew, you nasty! eugh,” you made a big deal of it. looking at the kid, you pointed at peter. “c’mon, let’s attack him! like a… brachiosaurus!”

the kid looked at you disdainfully. “the brachiosaurus was a herbivore, idiot. and it lived during the jurassic era, not the cretaceous period.”

your jaw dropped at the child’s betrayal. the mini-paleontologist toddled away, leaving you and peter dumbfounded.

“i sure missed a lot,” peter gaped.

“i- apparently, yeah.” you tucked your head into peter’s shoulder, fiddling with your empty plate. conversation buzzed steadily around you, but you and peter only cared about each other.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, watching as sam teased his sister and as wanda was unsuccessfully trying to teach bucky how to use a pair of tongs. (bucky insisted that his vibranium hand could do the same job.)

“so, how many of those things have you eaten?” peter pointed his chin towards your empty plate.

“uh, approximately four.”

peter nodded approvingly. “four’s pretty good. you still hungry though? i could go for some food right now.”

you smiled evilly, untangling yourself from peter. “oh petie… i’m always hungry. i was skeptical at first, but damn, do these barbeque grilled fetuses hit. they’re gluten free, i think.”

you stood up and yelled over the table to sam. “hey, are these things gluten free?” you pointed to where wanda and bucky were tussling over the grill.

sam looked at you incredulously. “no?”

you turned back to peter. “well, you heard the man. at least they’re ethically sourced, though. better eat up quick, before roe v. wade gets overturned. fuck scotus.”

“yeah, fuck scotus. i’m all for womens’ sexual liberation. anyway, once you’re done, can you fuck me too?” peter deadpanned.

you choked. “oh, wow. you got me that time. i concede. i-”

“so, what’ja do for your art project?” you and peter were entwined on a common area armchair, you resting casually on peter’s lap with one hand pressed to his chest and peter’s arms pulling you even closer to his body.

“i made a collage of my feet pics.”

“huh.” you nuzzled your nose into the collar of peter’s shirt, taking a deep inhale of his cologne (his actual cologne, not his au naturale body odor). “for free?”

“what?” peter, much like everybody else in the room (who were all clearly listening but pretending not to.)

“i mean, you’re showing your feet pics for free? you’re spiderman, pete. you could charge so much for them. here, you can use my onlyfans account.” you began to pull out your phone.

“DAUGHTER?” tony roared from the couch diagonal to the two of you. whoops.

“…father?”

“can somebody tell me why my pure, uncorrupted, virtuous daughter is in the lap of a hormonal, horny teenage boy? god knows what the white sticky stuff actually is…” tony cursed under his breath. “and would somebody like to explain why the words onlyfans, peter parker, and feet pics are being used in the same sentence and coming out of my daughter’s mouth?”

you cringed at all the innuendos (intentional and unintentional) that tony had just dropped in front of nearly the entire team.

bruce choked on the sandwich he was eagerly chowing into. natasha choked on air. wanda was biting back a mischievous smile and steve looked like he was about to faint.

bucky leaned over to sam and loudly whispered, “what’s an onlyfans?”

friday rolled around, which meant it was time for the avengers’ weekly family bonding event. this week, it was movie night. wanda and natasha were clapping enthusiastically as sam and bucky danced along to the jingle bell rock winter talent show performance, which meant you and peter could snuggle up to each other and converse freely without fear of being overheard.

peter’s head was in your lap, and you were mindlessly scratching and tugging at his curls as you smiled at your teammates’ antics. even from this odd, unflattering angle, peter couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. the television screen illuminated your face and made your eyes sparkle more than they usually did. and he had the perfect view of your lips—so soft, sensual, always containing such happiness, always begging to be kissed…

“hey bug?” you looked down at peter, smiling softly with the look you seemed to only reserve for him.

“hi,” peter whispered breathlessly, heart racing at the nickname. the corners of his eyes crinkled in the way that seemed to be only reserved for you.

“uh, this might be a- a little forward, but what are your weekend plans, ‘cause-”

“homicide.”

“excuse me?” you squinted at peter.

“you heard me. this weekend, i plan on committing homicide.”

you sniffed, a little disappointed in where the conversation had gone but willing to play along nevertheless.

“that’s it?”

“what do you mean, that’s it? what are you doing?”

you smirked deviously. “UR MOM!” you burst into a fit of giggles that peter found adorable, so he couldn’t stop himself from laughing with you.

“my mom- my mom’s dead!” he said through cackles.

the two of you looked at each other and only laughed harder, garnering the attention of the rest of the team.

wanda opened her mouth to speak, but tony was too quick.

“alright, this has been going on for too long. peter, off of my daughter. daughter, off from… underneath the kid.” he cursed. “god, that sounds so wrong.”

“what?” you questioned, genuinely confused at what the issue was.

peter rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a warm pink crawling up his cheeks and to the tips of his ears.

“what? the problem is, you two are discussing matricide in front of a team of superheroes, not to mention practically dry-humping each other in a public space! not that it would be acceptable in a private space, but you get what i mean,” tony gritted.

“while we’re at it, can we talk about how your daughter has a stash of breast milk? and peter has menstrual blood? where do you even get the menstrual blood, peter?” natasha shook her head before gasping in horror. “it’s not- it’s not hers, is it?”

you waved your hands. “no, ew, gross! on the plus side, if it were hypothetically mine, that would mean i’m not pregnant.”

tony glared at you, finger in the air pointing shakily at your chest.

“okay, am i the only person who’s worried about the murder bit? because i’m pretty sure the kids were talking about cannibalizing dead fetuses at the party i threw last weekend—”

tony shrieked. “excuse me? you just said you weren’t pregnant, missy. where are you getting the fetuses from?”

“i said, hypothetically, but anyway-”

tony slapped himself in the face a few times. “god, this is why we need to stock up on condoms around here. do you guys even have sex ed in school? i don’t care if the two of you,” he waved a finger between you and peter, “are doing the deed—wait no, i do—but please tell me you’ve had the banana demonstration.”

“tony, i think the kids are quite a nice couple,” steve chimed in bravely. tony spun around and gave him a withering glare, but the supersoldier didn’t back down. “i said what i said. well, peter should definitely shower more, three weeks is criminally disgusting, but other than that, they’re good for each other.”

wanda nodded seriously. “i can hear both of them thinking about jumping each others’ bones every time i see them together. it’s kind of annoying, actually. so if you just let them fuck, my mind would greatly appreciate that.”

bruce sighed. “the sexual tension is so obvious that david attenborough doesn’t even need to narrate it for me to identify it. it’s like when those two whales were mating…”

tony dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed. you and peter’s hands had found their way closer to each other, despite your bodies being a modest distance apart, and your pinkies intertwined reassuringly.

“care to explain?” tony waved his hands around. “the sexual tension bit? the cannibalism? the feet fetishes? just… anything?”

“it was a joke, i swear, mr. stark!” peter jabbered desperately. “it’s… a game we play. where we try and come up with the most ridiculous conversations and then just keep it going.”

you nodded furiously. “right! and i’m totally the winner. none of it was real. plus, friday would have alerted you if i ever made an onlyfans account.”

tony stroked his chin contemplatively. “so, the sexual tension bit? that was also a joke?”

peter opened his mouth, “ye-”

you opened your mouth, “no!”

the two of you gaped at each other.

“what we mean to say is, no, it’s not a joke! yes, there is… sexual tension.” you widened your eyes at peter pleadingly.

tony mumbled angrily to himself, pacing the room as the avengers watched the live-action reality tv unfold before them.

“is there really sexual tension between is?” peter hissed at you.

“uh, yeah. unless you were being serious about wanting to thoroughly fuck me and also fuck me after i went through the entire supreme court, then no, that would just be flat-out sexual.”

peter pursed his lips. “right, okay then. you’re right. there is sexual tension between us.”

you mock pouted. “so you’re saying you don’t want to thoroughly fuck me?”

peter turned bright red just as tony turned to the two of you, who had gotten much closer to each other in the time that he’d been worrying.

“gross! i’m getting secondhand cooties. whatever, you guys go have a play date or something. just… please be more classy than cady and aaron, dear god. the teenage foolery in this movie is actually-” tony shuddered, unable to express himself with words.

“i’m still interested in the property, y’know?” you whispered.

“well then, can i extend another real estate tour offer?”

“absolutely. and i will gladly take you up on that offer.”

you took peter’s hand, the two of you giggling madly as you raced and slipped down the hall towards your bedroom. you heard tony groaning and whining from the common room before he shouted, “keep it pg-13 in there!”

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celestesparlour · 8 months

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if bursonas play minecraft;

argbur's avatar standing there dumbfounded when simpbur keeps stuttering and trying to tell him that he can't JUST place his bed next to his own bed while argbur just doesn't understand what's the big deal since hes new to minecraft entirely

simpbur is more experienced with minecraft and thought if he wow'd argbur with his knowledge then surely argbur would think he's cool! unfortunately, moments after thinking this, he has fallen into a pit of lava and died in front of him

people have no idea why simpbur's avatar and argbur's avatar just stand still in the game, looking down until they realized they were just sleeping in call together

simpbur once pranked pogbur and lmanbur by putting their beds together, and then later saw in chat that they both died at the same time, and then died again due to smacking each other when they respawned

revivebur would put way too much effort into gathering lots and lots of materials, and hoards a lot of them in his already full, disorganized storage space— has too many building projects scattered across their land that were just left unfinished; they have no idea where revivebur is, most of the time, because he's always deep into the mines or exploring in other biomes.

whenever he comes back, its always to the craziest shit ever. he was days late into finding out that lmanbur and pogbur had just divided the land into two sections but then proceed to grief each other's builds + houses

revivebur always asks for someone to accompany him though, which is usually ghostbur. gets very anxious when playing alone; ghostbur and revivebur are oddly much more sweet to each other in chat, since revivebur allows himself to verbally reciprocate

only times revivebur stays longer at their base is to help ghostbur with building + tending the flower garden, bee farm, as well as the enclosures for friend.

revivebur had to build him a house bc "you sleep outside because you placed your bed out the fences— of course you need a house!" whenever revivebur returns, they would put the flowers he got into their garden (revivebur being stingy with his stuff but giving/sharing ghostbur any of his doesnt surprise all of them)

ghostbur hadn't slept for days because he spent all his time fixated on this one thing (building his area) and kept expanding on it; does not even have the essential materials. does not even wear armor. they shut off the server for breaks daily bc of this

phantombur brought capitalism in that server all so they can scam everyone; grinds a lot, and is the richest there— they give discounts for ghostbur and revivebur (only cuz ghostbur insisted too)

phantombur gets shy whenever playing with people with the full intent to befriend them, so they think bribery would help

one night limbobur was playing with just lmanbur and pogbur, he was reading the chat where they had this massive argument— heard the door slam from another room, before hearing an noisy, aggressive make-out session and then—

they didnt log back on for weeks

simpbur's the one that dies a lot to the point that a lot of people come with him just to regularly hold his stuff; argbur is the least trustworthy with his stuff because he keeps stealing it to tease him. argbur got his armor once, worn it and never taken it off again even when simpbur kept whining in call

ghostbur and simpbur have this thing where they both crouch and jump up and down while nodding their heads like they're having a conversation

pogbur kept hissing like a creeper; they all lightly tease him for it, but lmanbur said out loud that he genuinely thinks it's cute— proceeds to get bullied by revivebur while pogbur is silent on call, face red bc he thought the compliment was lmanbur mocking him

when they get together, it feels weird to the other burs to watch them on the new minecraft server— and they don't start any fights or grief-offs, or anything; they just build their dream house together and kept acting like they're married

#parfaits rambles </3 #bursona #bursonas #qpr revghost #lpog #argsimp #revivebur #ghostbur #argbur #simpbur #lmanbur #pogbur #phantombur #implied ghost^2; can be taken as either romantic or platonic #one of our alters spent the entire day. playing stardew valley #i wrote this while body is absolutely sleep deprived

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shikai-the-storyteller · 1 year

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UEUEUEUEUEUEU ILL SEND YOU THIS WHILE WAITING TO SEE BOBBYS STATUS.

Dw idm u answering publicly, I want everyone to be cursed w the thought that Rubius is a babygirl and a very bad one at that <3

Honestly I've only read a few explanations of their lore and bits about their relationship but they seem sooooo,,, /pos. Like they have such a fun and silly dynamic that has this air of toxicity and their loves feels quite self destructive bc rubius is kind of a destructive force of nature of a person who has a tendency to hurt those around him, perhaps as a defense mechanism or perhaps out of simply not understanding there are consequences to the things he does while vegetta is someone far too forgiving, he continues to love rubius despite how much he hurts himself, others, and vegetta himself. I'm not saying cubito rubius is an awful person but from what I've seen he is,,, complex. Difficult despite seeming silly. I could be just completely wrong tho LOL I am doin my best I prommy

ANYWAYS IM CHEERING U ON IN WRITING!!! I'd love to talk to u abt them more and learn more abt rubegetta bc like. Look. Theres no way q!vegetta isnt hung up on that demon idc,,,

I'm likewise waiting for the Eggstatistics (which will probably get posted while I'm in the middle of writing this) (EDIT: IT DID) and you gave me the opportunity to infodump so prepare for an essay LMAO

There are SO many layers to Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship (both romantic and friendship-wise), and that complexity makes them fascinating characters to study. I’ve been discussing this a lot in private lately, but I feel like there’s quite a bit of misinformation / misinterpretations of Rubius and Vegetta’s relationship amongst some of the newer fans who might not know some key components of their personality and their relationship dynamic as a whole (which is understandable since the majority of their lore came from Karmaland, and a lot of newer fans only speak English / only watch QSMP), so ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE:

I think of the two, Rubius definitely gets mischaracterized the most (which, again, maybe isn't too surprising since not everyone watched Karmaland and he hasn't been on the QSMP server too much lately). I could go off on a tangent here and list my frustrations about the people who harassed him for his role / his actions during the Egg event / whining about ships to the point where he decided not to log into the server again ‘til the Egg event is over, but that's ultimately irrelevant to this discussion.

“Their love feels quite self-destructive” is a really good way to sum things up, because Rubius is a pretty self-destructive man. Rubius is, fundamentally, a man who is full of love for the people he cares about, but those feelings are in direct conflict with his reluctance to let people get close to him (and his commitment issues). He can freely give hugs and kisses (and more) to Vegetta, but when it comes to expressing his true thoughts and feelings, he’s pretty emotionally constipated. We’ve already seen this a few times on the QSMP server – when Rubius visits on Vegetta’s birthday, he sings him the most beautiful heartfelt love song ever, but as soon as it’s over and Vegetta tries to talk to him, Rubius runs away. Even in Karmaland V, when hooked up to a lie detector and asked about his feelings for Vegetta, Rubius tried to wiggle his way out of answering. Only when the world was literally ending and they all thought they were gonna die did Rubius finally admit his feelings, shouting his confession and his love for Vegetta at the top of his lungs.

(The real tragedy here is that it was so chaotic with everyone shouting, Vegetta never heard his words…)

Although it’s easy to slap the label “toxic” on Rubius, I think that’s unfair to him and his character, as well as his intentions. He truly does love Vegetta with all his heart, in every universe, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, but Rubius doesn’t want to get hurt either. The Meteor shower conversation gives us a clear understanding of that:

Rubius: I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get my hopes up, and then get hurt. It's happened to me many times before. Especially here in Karmaland. Vegetta: Have you had lovesickness? Rubius: Yes. In Karmaland, everywhere, in real life... I'm already used to getting beaten. Vegetta: That's a pity... Rubius: I just want someone to take care of me, and that's it. I don't ask for much. Vegetta: I'm very protective.

The way I see it, Rubius is afraid of his feelings for Vegetta, because the larger his love grows, the larger that potential for hurt and disappointment gets. Does this excuse all his actions? No, of course not, however there’s a big difference between doing something out of self-preservation (possibly as a trauma-response, depending on how you interpret his character) and doing something with the intent to hurt someone.

IMO, Rubius isn’t a toxic guy, he just needs therapy.

Vegetta doesn’t get mischaracterized quite as often, though I do feel like people have a tendency to put him on a pedestal and minimize the flaws he has. I’m a massive Vegetta fan, but this guy’s far from perfect. He’s self-centered, borderline narcissistic sometimes, and he’s a very prideful man. He’s never left Rubius at the altar, but he’s still had his fair share of “oopsies” and "yikes" in their relationship. One (which I’m surprised people don’t talk about more) is an incident from Karmaland IV where Vegetta, very unhinged and mentally unstable at the time, kidnapped Rubius’ wife Nieves and threatened her with a sword, saying, “If Rubius can’t be mine, he can’t be anyone’s.”

For the longest time I genuinely thought that line came from a fanfic or something, then I stumbled upon the clip one day and I was just like:

Anyways

In Karmaland V, Rubius became very close with a little alien child named Titi. He took care of Titi like he was his own son, and despite his attempts at emotionally distancing himself early on so he wouldn’t get attached, Rubius wound up caring a lot for him.

Then Titi died.

It was basically Rubius’ worst nightmare come to life – he’d let himself get close to Titi, he’d loved him unconditionally and let Titi into his heart, and Titi’s death utterly destroyed him. Everyone in Karmaland was affected by the death, but Rubius took it especially hard because of how close they were. Rubius was hurting badly and resorting to terrible coping strategies to deal with the pain, and Vegetta…

Well. Vegetta wasn’t very nice about it.

There are a lot of ways we could interpret Vegetta’s actions and words during this time – maybe he’s not super sensitive when talking about death since he’s probably some kind of demigod, maybe he speedran the grieving process, maybe he thought brutal honesty and direct action would help Rubius “snap out of it” sooner. However you see it, ultimately it did a lot more harm than good for Rubius’ overall mental health.

I bring these examples up not to paint their relationship as toxic or negative, but rather to express just how complex it is. Because, despite all their mistakes and drama and heartbreak, at the end of the day, Rubius and Vegetta still love each other more than anything else. Even towards the end of Karmaland V when they were quite literally on opposite sides of the battlefield (one supporting Quackity, the other supporting Luzu), their true loyalties lay with one another. When Rubius was hit by an enemy, Vegetta defended him with his life, and when Vegetta was hurt, Rubius did the same.

Yes, Rubius doesn't really know how to handle healthy relationships, and yes, Vegetta tends to forgive him too easily, but that doesn't erase the love they have. The key we need to remember here is that Rubegetta is a telenovela that sits squarely in the romcom category. They may wander into other genres and tropes from time to time, but they will always gravitate back to one another. Whether you define that as fate or soulmates or just sheer dumb luck, the facts remain and the love is there.

PHEW anyways that felt good to get out, I have so many thoughts on Rubegetta so I appreciate the excuse to rant. I'm always happy to chat about these two! :D And you're so right - Vegetta is so smitten for that demon, I hope he gets to meet the angel too. I hope Rubius comes back soon so Vegetta can see his Osito Fiu Fiu, but in the meantime, we'll have to keep wishing and praying just like Vegetta...

(ALSO THANK YOU the current chapter of that dang Rubegetta fic is kicking my butt rn because it's the only chapter I didn't outline and life events keep interrupting me when I try and work on it, but it IS getting chipped away at bit by bit! I hope folks enjoy the outcome when it's released :D)

#Karmaland #QSMP #Rubius #Vegetta777 #Rubegetta #Vegetta #i talk #qsmp talk #ethogirlie #replies #QSMP Analysis

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Steve gets hanahaki, coughs up yellow acacias if he so much as thinks of Eddie too long. He tries not to think of the way his eyes soften when he talks to the kids, or the laugh lines he already has curved in his cheeks where Steve wishes he could put his hands. Ever the self-sacrificing person, Steve doesn't say a word about it even as he hacks up bouquets of it, but Robin and Dustin are the first to know something is wrong, and encourage him to go to the hospital, so he does. The doctors tell him about the surgery, which would remove the roots that are threatening to pierce his lungs, but that he would lose the love he has for the long-haired man. They tell him that many people choose death.

"That's stupid," Steve says, "if I die because of a hopeless crush, my friends will find a way to bring me back to life just to kill me themselves."

He agrees to the surgery, and they let him make a phone call before they get him a room, so he calls Robin and lets her know everything. She sighs but says he's doing the right thing, and Steve gives her permission to tell Dustin as well, since he was worried. While Steve is in the hospital being prepared for surgery, Robin calls Dustin and lets him know the situation, and he's understandably upset that Steve was quiet about it for so long about it, but sighs in relief that he's not the romantic idiot Dustin thought he was. Dustin, not knowing who the flowers were for, accidentally mentions it to the group since it was DnD night, and Eddie jumps from his chair and runs to the phone to call Robin back. The kids hear him pleading with her for an answer, then a huff of disbelief, and a silence, before Eddie inhales deeply and says, "It's okay. If he was able to fall in love with me once, then the capacity for it is there. I just have to... meet him where he is, and we'll go from there together, right? So it's okay. We still-- I still have him. We still have time."

omg so i wanted SOOO badly to do a little volleying back to this and like do a proper little write up of what happens next in response for you, but my brain is just not working with me on it and i am SO upset about that, but this has been sitting in my ask box for a while now and i feel bAD for letting it sit for so long so i am just going to publish it now but.

BUT.

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSS OMG. it's so funny too bc i have never really cared much for the hanahaki trope before, like i knew it existed but i never really read it or looked for it or anything, i was pretty indifferent to it, but there have been a couple ive seen for this fandom and for steddie specifically and HOHOHOHO oh my god i eat that shit UP its so fucking GOOD it just works so damn well for them and i LOVE IT.

and this THISSSSS is so good omg.

"if he was able to fall in love with me once, then the capacity for it is there" SCREAM SCREAM SCREAAAAM!!!! eddie thinking he's going to be too late, but that's okay because if it happened once it can happen again and this time it'll be different!! this time he wont let it get to this point!!!

except EXCEPT!!! he rushes to the hospital and he makes it there RIGHT as steve is about to be wheeled back for the surgery and he's breathless from sprinting and his heart is hammering in his chest because what if he tells steve the feelings are returned but he doesnt believe him?? what if he still tries to go through with the surgery anyways? or what if hes doing this because he doesnt want those feelings?? but eddie doesn't care, he's got a chance here and he's going to take it. so he pleads with the doctors, begs them to give him a minute to talk to steve, and they look to steve and he gives his permission. and so they leave the room, leave steve and eddie together. alone.

and eddie tells steve, he confesses everything that he's been holding back too, he tells him that he loves him. and when he's done he holds his breath, he hopes he wasnt too late, wishes that this does the trick to convince steve otherwise, he wonders he wonders he wonders.

and then steve coughs. and eddie's breath catches in his throat, everything on the verge of crashing down around him because oh fuck it didnt?

but when steve pulls his hand away from his mouth, it's empty. there's no flowers, no leaves, no blood. no nothing. his hand is empty.

he looks up at eddie with huge eyes, back down at his hand, then back up at eddie. he clears his throat, coughs again, still nothing.

and then his whole face lights up. and its magic, it's fucking magic. the sick pallor of steve's face clears as the color returns, the rattle of his breaths quiets until it's gone, until he inhales deep and blows it out in a smooth, easy breath.

"eddie," he says, and he grabs onto eddie's hand. "i love you." he says, like it's suddenly the easiest thing.

eddie laughs, he laughs so bright, and he doesn't even care as he practically throws himself at steve, catching his face between his hands and pulling him in for a kiss.

he almost lost him, but he didn't. he didn't.

"i love you, steve, i love you so much."

it's that easy.

#asks #anonymous #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets #hanahaki disease

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fonulyn · 19 days

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20 Questions for Fic Authors

thanks for the tag @thebrandywine 💖

answers under the cut.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

268 works.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

1,256,253 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

RE. and still have the urge to write Gears but lol if you thought nivannedy was a rare pair...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

nobody's perfect (TOG, pretty gen)

now drunk on lust I drown in you (forever within I'm lost in you) (RE, Chreon)

and who's to find the way right through you (RE, Chreon)

scattered fragments of time (that's all we are) (RE, Chreon)

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans (RE, Piers-centric, also background Chreon)

5. Do you respond to comments?

always! i know i missed a couple, sometimes i take ages, but i do always try to respond bc i love and cherish nice comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the bad endings on three words to last forever. i still like the angstiest one the most :'D

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lmao like everything else idk i want them happy. i've written loads of fluff idk how to quantify which is the happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

only ever got a few nasty comments thankfully, so no, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

yeppp. idk what does 'which kind' mean? anything that feels inspiring lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

not really. i did start a few back in the day but i didn't really finish them. i am not really into crossovers tbh i don't even read them 99% of the time.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah. someone was selling it on amazon pffth.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

a few. apparently five on ao3 lol but i think there was one or two back in the lj days too. might be wrong tho :'D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

lol loads. at one point in life like... fifteen years ago, most things i wrote were co-written with a friend. and i've done it a couple of times after that too. i really like co-op stuff tbh but haven't found people to collab with lately.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

right now i would sell my soul for nivannedy. might already have.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ehhhh at this moment i doubt i'll ever finish anything. maybe the lifeguard au? i was red-hot for the idea at first but then it kinda... fizzled out. kept changing. got ruined by pushy ppl lol. but maybe i'll get back to it one day bc i would love a nivannedy summer romance tbh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uhm. characterization. dialogue. emotional shit? idk i think i do best when i have intimate moments with two people. tiny everyday moments and mundane shit. like that. if i get going writing sometimes flows super well and i think i can get consistently readable stuff done in one go. but that'd require getting going lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action. i suck at action. i also suck at it in the way that i can't actually make myself start writing. i got way too co-dependent when i still had people excitedly participating in the process and now i sit here sad doing nothing :'D but anyway. writing action and having some self-discipline lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

depends very heavily on the context. in general i do think it should be all in one language for readability but there are exceptions. i've done it too lol but it was only like a line or two in finnish :'D

19. First fandom you wrote for?

diru, twenty years ago lmao, it's like a different lifetime. i only learned of the existence of fanfic at the ripe old age of nineteen lol but yeah it's still been so long now.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

asdjfngkn i can not choose between all of my children c'mon. uhm. am just gonna say the self-indulgent series bc it truly was so important to me for so long and i'm still devastated it ended. sigh. now i made myself sad again :'D

#meme thingy #me and my fics

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I have a super long comment for you about the Horcrux Hunt bcs I want to comment every chapter I read but I forget bcs I download the ao3 doc to my books app okay here we go!!!!

Agahdgdjd I just finished reading it and I loved it soooo much. Remus and regulus friendship is EVERYTHING to me. The platonic kissing!!???? As an Aspec gal this means so much to me bcs ahhhdghdhd and let’s be real those two deserved a little song after all that tension and then just cute little kisses bcs they both need a good loving friendly kiss aww. And I loved the flirtiness bcs I just know those two would constantly have such good banter and get along and I SOBBED when reg became a part of the lupin family. Also. HOPE LUPIN.!?!??? The best Hope I ever did read about. She is amazing and now the only version of Hope I accept ty very much.

ALSO also I love regulus so much and love your characterization of him and seeing his growth. Also I am autistic and I headcanon reg as autistic and there were so many moments in the way you wrote him that fit in with that that made my heart so happy UGH and some moments where I felt like he’s aspec of some sort like aro specially and wow reg my boy <3

And ugh Remus and his feels over being accused as the traitor??? Rough but also I love the angst. His complicated feelings about himself and others and I can’t wait to see him sort shit out and start healing bcs he deserves to heal and be ANGRY and sad and everything. Remus my best boy <3

Also I’m just getting into jegulus so I’m super excited to start reading the missing link!!! The way james is already slowly creeping on him agshdjd I can’t wait to see it all happen.

OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE U AND UR WORK AND U ARE AMAZONG OKAY BYE GONNA GO READ THE MISSING LINK NOW HEHEHEH :))))

Oh PS I loved Remus getting to scream and go off on dumbledore that was amazing and more people should get to scream at him.

i always download long fics to my kindle so i feel you baby!!!!!

putting my boring reply below the cut xxxxx

aspec babes deserve all the platonic kisses they want and deserve and they deserve them all xxxxx this includes me so WHY is no one kissing me platonic smooch smooch xxxxx i have said this before and i know i haven’t written it but reggie is definitely aspec xxxx

regus friendship means soooo much to me i have also said this before and i will absolutely say it again but like. i am obsessed with them. they are BEST friends. forever. they are something special that’s friends and family and more and i love them forever and they will always be besties in every single fic i write for the rest of my LIFE. and they FLIRT and i LOVE IT and hope is such a queen i feel like she deserves her own fic i also want to hug her i bet she would give the best hugs ever i bet she’s the only person regulus is 100% comfortable having those long hugs with that last arguably too long and it gets weird (this is how i feel about most hugs)

omg so i’m answering as i read so YES i AGREE i think there’s a tiny bit of me that is accidentally being a bit self insert with reg LOL ANYWAY i think we see reg very similarly xxxx

on the traitor point… a few people have said ‘how did he even forgive them in the end’ and i think that is so valid like to get over a betrayal like that from your closest friends would be so so so hard and i tried to reflect that and not just make it an easy fix because oh my god how is that not in the back of your mind always just whispering all the time??? like getting over that would be a JOURNEY so yeah it got a bit angsty haha but i feel like if anything it could have been worse it could have been unresolveable !!!! but it will never be because i am a happily ever after boy ONLY

i am a bajillion years late to this i’m really sorry i’m a pants person who is 99% offline BUT thank you so much for your consolidated comment it’s so sweet and has made me smile all lame and gross xxxx i hope you enjoy / enjoyed TML too i hope that it gave you the healed remus and the jegulus you deserve and maybe some giggles hopefully xxxxxxx thanks for being nice to me lol i honestly am so weird and lame and awkward but kiss kiss i am blushing like a loser xxxxxxxxx

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful babe #chimaera & the wolf #when people are nice to me i go ?????????????? so sorry for being unarticulate #also hoping to finish epiloggy 2 tomorrow xxxx #fingers crossed xxxx

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It's late, I'm very tired, but I am going to write you the ask anyway because I need you to know you put a new fic idea into my head and somehow it has grown and now what am I going to do? Do I have time for it? No. But it's been a lot of fun writing a snippet on the train today (as you do) and I hope it will stay for a while and maybe develop?

Basically, it's -

"[The cat] already has a name" the Doctor said suddenly. "She's called Siren." "You've named her?" Yaz exclaimed. "Has she told you?" Graham asked. "Mate, she doesn't actually speak 'cat'; she was having you on, earlier" Ryan stage whispered, before blinking and looking over to the Doctor. "You don't, do you?" "She's wearing a name tag" the Doctor explained and really, now that Yaz was examining the cat's collar, there was a tiny silver square reading 'Siren'. "Oh" she said, wondering why the Doctor hadn't used the name yet. Was it as not to get too attached? It had taken her awfully long to enter the discussion on the name, too.

I'm not quite sure how far this will go but there is actual plot already somewhere. It's a bit - difficult though. Because they're all treating the cat like you would treat a cat. Which is different from how you'd treat a human/timelord/whatever, especially when it comes to boundaries. And they don't know she's not a cat of course, because River is there ~undercover~. To them, basically, 13 has 'adopted a stray'.

Anyway, it is still very fun :) (also 90% of it has turned into a zoo tycoon ad but I am blaming that on companion-showdown) I love writing for the fam! It's difficult to juggle so many people in one scene but I love all of them so much 🥰 (but if I do write this whole piece it will probably end up being doctor/yaz/cat!river centric so that's only 3 characters and one is mainly non-verbal)

(This is about that cat named River Song in that post (yesterday?) and you saying it should be River undercover btw. Not sure whether that's been clear until now.)

Do you think Siren is a good name? Sirens sing and live in bodies of water, so I thought she might choose it as a not-too-obvious undercover name. Plus, River would dig the seductress connotations. (It might also have come to my mind because we've been talking about mermaids but anyway)

Alternatively, I was thinking Cleopatra bc we know River has cosplayed as her and it would be cute to call the cat 'Cleo'. It's a very cat-like name, I think.

Or 'Melody'? More angsty but also more obvious and riskier. And the idea is that the Doctor cannot know either she's there. But it also makes a good name for a cat I think.

(also, yeah, I totally haven't finished the lkh rewrite either, I think I told you earlier. But ohhh shiny new fic concept with thasmin and River and a cat 😍😍😍 anyway I am blaming you <3 (for the idea, not the procrastinating - the procrastinating is 100% on me))

God, I hope this is halfway coherent now. I'm not feeling too coherent 😅

Anyway thank you so much for listening <3 I'm very grateful to hear any thoughts! On the name or general thoughts :) Also questions! As I said, there is some plot. Unfinished, but I can see a main direction (and it looks suspiciously like 20k+ words so... not sure I will follow it ever)

First of all, absolutely love that my bullshit inspired you XD

Second, I love the scene you wrote omgggg! The fact the fam didn't notice the nametag and just went to the more outlandish explanation of "13 speaks cat" 😂

I love the name Siren so much!! Like first, it fits with the "River" (body of water) "Song", but it also reminds me of how when River calls for the Doctor, they are always there for her, almost as though drawn to River.

(Shiny new ideas always so appealing, yuppp, it is a thing I know all too well)

I am so excited to read more of this, and am looking forward to the plot that awaits us!

On the point of juggling so many characters, yes, I find that anything above three characters regularly interacting gets a bit crowded. Perhaps you'll still find a way to have Ryan and Graham there and doing little tasks during the fic, like for instance sending them to get food for Siren XD

I am honoured to have enabled this as your writing sounds a delight!! May the writing gods bless you, may your writing be plentiful and motivating!

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #river song #yasmin khan #ryan sinclair #graham o'brien #tardis fam #Fanfiction #ask

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hidden-highlands · 10 months

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xenoblade 1 spoilers under the cut // just some musings & ramblings

i just reached satorl marsh in my current replay of xenoblade and the more i replay the game the more i appreciate this section in terms of its narrative implications

and i'm mostly talking about dickson here (because let's be real when am i not) but like ??? everything he says during the brief segment that he accompanies the party is absolutely loaded with double-meaning. damn near every sentence out of his mouth is cast in a new light upon completing the game and learning of his true identity & motivations

which is why i find it so intriguing that during that one scene between him and shulk ('so it is written') he brings shulk's parents up out of the blue for seemingly no reason ??? specifically he says "forgive me, shulk. sorry i couldn't save your folks."

at this point shulk's already moved on to talking about exploring the world; it's dickson who circles back and drops this comment about shulk's parents, rather awkwardly at that, into the conversation. and it just kind of struck me how weird that is? most of what dickson says in that scene alludes very subtly to his identity and motivations. he initially starts the conversation by reminiscing about finding shulk on valak mountain -- which, ymmv here, but to me reads very much as, like, "shit that time's flown by and you're already stepping into this destiny that's been set out for you pretty much from birth". all his talk of 'shulk being part of a higher plan' seems, on first watch, to be extremely heavy-handed writing for the sake of the audience; only on subsequent viewings does it become clear it's dickson trying to nudge shulk in the direction he wants him to go.

but the parent comment. in a scene so full of double-meaning and hidden intentions, it sticks out even on subsequent replays for not seemingly having a double meaning ?? and yet. i can't quite settle on a satisfying reason for dickson saying that. he would have known there was no way to save shulk's parents, given how they died. shulk himself hadn't mentioned them before that point in the convo. and, if we accept the game's characterisation of dickson as this duplicitous, power-hungry guy who's remorselessly willing to kill those he's been closest to for the last fourteen years, then why would he care at all about the deaths of shulk's parents, these two people he didn't even know?

the only way i can make it make sense in my head is by rejecting that characterisation. by rejecting the idea that dickson was nothing more than power-hungry and remorseless. sure he was duplicitous as all hell, and he probably didn't start out caring about shulk (and the others) but i think he did, by the end. (i have so many reasons for thinking this but i'm not gonna elaborate bc this is already turning into an essay lol) and i think his comment about shulk's parents is his way of... admitting guilt? or remorse? at the fact that it's shulk who got wrapped up in this. at the fate that shulk has in store for him. and that if they hadn't died in the tower that day, shulk probably would have lived a normal life, raised by genuine people who cared for him, instead of by someone who was deceiving and manipulating him to satisfy the whims of a cruel god.

because dickson wound up caring, too late, and that comment is perhaps the only means he has of admitting his regrets (even to himself)

(besides, it would also explain that "can't say i feel so good about deceiving these kids" line at the end of satorl marsh)

#oops this turned into dickson propaganda again #girl help dickson is once again living rent-free in my mind #anyway every time i play this game i see it through a slightly different lens and that's pretty cool #kiwi speaks #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles

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taehyungfirst · 5 months

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something that I truly love about taehyung is how genuine he is and how clearly he just wants to be himself and that includes his rs with jk but lately I have been wishing that he wouldn't be as open as he is about how much he loves him.

Just scrolling through tiktok comments or through here I find so many ppl who hate on him bc of shipping reasons, jjkrs ofc and it's just all normalized and it saddens me, jikook as a ship is pushed by the company with no regards to tae's well-being and safety at all (not surprising I mean it's Hybe and we all have seen how they treat Tae) but also, it's not like the members themselves are much helpful in a consistent way, I was even surprised that jm uploaded those pics himself bc I have the feeling that they both know to use the ship when they have to promote stuff etc, so I don't think there will be an end to this, things coming etc, so I don't think there'll be an end to this and I wish Tae would distance himself from all of this at least publicly.

Hey! I kinda disagree with this because I don’t think it’s Taehyung the one who should “tone it down” or “show it less”, I think Taehyung is a sweet person who loves his members dearly, so it makes sense to me that he’s always supporting and being vocal about how much he loves them. The problem here isn’t Taehyung having to tone it down, but Jikookers who hate on him unprovoked because they’re insecure and they’re scared.

Jikookers, antis, akgaes, will always point the finger to someone but to themselves for creating disgusting narratives and hating freely on someone who doesn’t even know them.

Regarding Jm posting those pics, I’ve already said this but I dont think he had some twisted reasons to post them, those were the pics they took and he posted all of them because there’s nothing bad in those pictures.

I want nothing more for Taehyung to be free from all of this narratives and annoying people, trust and believe me (if you read some of my posts you will know), so we need to point fingers to those freaks who talk shit about him, we need to single them out and bully them even tho it’s hard because the fandom is full of Jkkers due to company actions too.

#i agree to what you said but to certain degrees because taehyung should never feel like he needs to step back to make people act like #normal human beings who knows what its like having friends #thank you for sharing your thoughts and for loving taehyung :)#taehyung #ask

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yuukei-yikes · 10 months

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That post str Harutaka angst hurts my heart a little but I do want it

HEH. CONFLICT IS SO FUN OKAY. haruka and takane get along too well i need a little something to have fun with.... also thank u for sending this im totally using it as an excuse to talk about it. i went crazy in this ask sorry

ok. i KNOW forward by winterhats exists...... and thank god it does 🙏in case u havent read it erm read it. thats like harutaka content 101... not to spoil stuff but something about haruka not telling takane abt his condition Does take place in that fic. but the thing with that fic is haruka has no memories.... (post str no memory haruka is a concept i was never a fan of bc it doesnt rly make sense to me?? Still love forward though🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏) SO IM THINKING OF a canon situation with haruka remembering fine yknow...

logically i think takane would be sad rather than angry once finding out. also she'd hear it from shintaro who is the only one who knew, aside from kenjirou but he's x_x post str💔 so shintaro it is. also it's such a shintaro thing to do isnt it?? accidentally mention it to takane or assume she knew and realise he messed up like, way too late. like he already said it like 5 times before he realised takane is asking him to repeat it so many times precisely because SHE DIDN'T KNOW

like i said i think its kinda a fragile thing because God its so sad. how could u even get mad at someone for choosing not to say they're dying. so yeah logically takane Would be mostly sad about both the sad reality haruka was living AND how she wasn't told, because to her it means haruka didnt trust her or maybe felt he couldnt count on her.

im abt to overanalyse: personally from a writing point of view i think the reason haruka doesnt tell takane is because headphone actor was already written and the narrative where takane doesnt know was already there. haruka's 1 year to live thing was written a lot after, with over the dimension. but besides that: from a character standpoint, of course haruka wouldn't tell takane. she is the last person he wants to worry and the one he wants the most happy memories with. and something important about haruka and takane's relationship is the fact neither knows much about each others conditions. in both their povs upon introducing each other to the audience, they both explain their illnesses briefly. they both say "i havent asked much". to me its always been about haruka and takane deeply relating to each other about people feeling sorry for them. so they dont owe each other the explanations theyre so used to giving to others! so to me, haruka doesnt tell takane because 1.he doesnt want her to worry more than she already does 2.he wants to have happy memories of her 3. related to that, doesnt want her to look at him differently. she is the one person who gets it. if he were to come clean abt it, he'd lose it. besides, haruka tells shintaro by the time he's like. LOSING HIS MIND and really deeply depressed abt the situation. kenjirou also knows... but haruka's father could've told him since its mentioned they used to be colleagues. personally i think haruka told him himself, since he also mentions kenjirou is the only adult he's ok sharing stuff with, so in a way its implied if ur delusional like me.

erm. anyways. i got a little sidetrack IM GONNA GET TO IT OKAY its just, haruka's dying words for takane man. don't cry anymore, you're gonna meet so many new people, etc. he basically tells her he is just 1 person in the long long life he assumes she will have. theyre best friends, he knew takane would mourn him terribly and thats why he thinks all that stuff he cant actually tell her.. augh haruka's goodbye to takane always gets me so so badly. bc he KNEW... like, ene lives in so much regret for not telling haruka how she felt but haruka died knowing she loved him. even if he didnt know it was romantic, he still knew she loved him :( i was going somewhere with this. (pacing around my room) oh yeah. his dying words. haruka doesn't convey all this to takane while he has the chance because of the stuff i said before but the most important was number 3. he doesnt want takane to look at him differently. plus everything he says while he is dying... god id post the whole screenshot. but he says "dont get mad at anyone but me" "please dont cry anymore" "im so sorry youve given me so much and i couldnt give back" he... doesn't Want to see takane upset. he knows she will be upset anyway but its like. at least he wont be around to see it, in a way. we could see this as kind of selfish but like The guy's dying come ON. i think he has the right to do that. lol.

WELLLL COMING BACK TO THE ORIGINAL APPROACH LMAO.. takane finding out post str....... i went on that tangent to defend haruka precisely cuz i dont think takane would be genuinely mad. its a tricky situation and its not like she can be like WELL BUT U KNEW AND U DIDNT WARN ME!?!?!?!? Like THAT IS a pretty lame position to take. HOWEVER. CONFLICT (PUTS HANDS DOWN) i think takane just needs to be mad

WHILE TAKANE WOULD BE MORE UPSET THAN MAD she IS also super impulsive. like insanely impulsive <- finds out she loves haruka and immediately runs for it even if it terrified her. so in the spur of the moment she blows up on haruka about it LOL like as SOON as she finds out. like i imagine she probably hears it from shintaro and like immediately leaves mid conversation to go find haruka and yell at him. that kind of thing.

and haruka's all like 😨😨😨 and he's stuttering cuz HE HAS AN ANSWER ABT WHY HE DIDNT TELL HER IT JUST SOUNDS RLY BAD LIKE "ERM I DIDNT WANT TO SEE U UPSET❤️" like in over the dimension haruka does get pretty nervous when takane starts pressing even if its as a joke. so especially with something so sensitive he has no idea what to do. i think he'd try to be all composed though bc its Post Str and idk str haruka is so. ethereal he is so calm isn't he. i think he would get nervous initially and then get himself together but ends up coming off as dismissive. so hes like i didnt tell you.....because i didnt want to❤️ and takane probably just needed to be mad for a little bit and was gonna get over it and be sad but hearing that just makes her so damn upset for realsies and haruka notices how she changed from😡 to 😐 and hes immediately like oh takane.... no... i didnt mean it like that...i just mean...OH DONT MAKE THAT FACE I DIDNT MEAN IT... and takane's like NOO DONT TOUCH ME WHATEVER IM LEAVINGGG unnecessary conflict in a romcom vibes

conflict probably lasts like. a day or something. a week tops. its harder for haruka than for takane. takane finds it a little refreshing i think its also cool to link it to all the other headcanons abt haruka being super desperate to be in company because erm Daze confinement gang🙏💥 while takane's a little like. i havent had a minute to myself in 11 days. so this distance actually helps her a little while haruka is like Hour 5 without my girlfriend I've cried so much i cant see anymore

they both feel like shit and do spend the time trying to see the situation from each other's perspectives though so takane realises she's being self centered and stupid and admits she just wanted to be angry and took it out on the first thing she could grasp at. but it was unfair. takane will apologize first and probably tells him she doesn't need or want him to "protect" her feelings and wants him to count on her from now onward. haruka's like *nod nod nod nod nod nod* and thanks her for apologizing. hed try to also apologize but takane doesnt accept it bc he wasnt wrong it was her who was unfair. hehe. i think he'd be crying so hard too bc to him its all these feelings coming back abt how he felt when he died and all the things he thought of telling her then. maybe he would tell her abt it, like i was thinking about all the people you'd meet and how u should be happy and not cry for me. and how in disbelief he still is that theyre together. sorry im. auauggagaggsgsggqgggg

all this just for me 2 enjoy the mental image of the little time in between where theyre awkward around each other and takane wants a little distance for a bit. i think itd be funny to see haruka being totally pathetic abt takane not paying attention to him. anyways. yeah. something like that i guess

#kagenalysis #headcanons #harutaka #ask tag

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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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Crossover problems 😭

Parent Evan “Buck” Buckley will break me!!

If you read my stuff you probably know I like doing alternate universes and crossovers.

But now I have the problem that every time I start a crossover I want to make another and half the time the universes don’t make sense 😭.

For example I have a GoT and Vikings crossover, that kind of makes sense bc like similar time setting, similar outfits…right?..right.

But when I was doing that I realised I wanted a crossover between Vikings and 9-1-1……I don’t even know.

I decided I wanted buck to have adopted a modern Hvitserk Sigurd and Ivar years ago but not told anyone bc he was estranged from his family.

(They were abandoned by their mother & for some reason they couldn’t find any of their family (+Ubbe & Bjorn are much older than them))

Then they lived in Denmark because he wanted the boys to grow up with their culture before he moved to LA and became a fighter when they were teens.

The 118 still think he’s a man whore but in reality he’s just always going home to see his boys.

Buck doesn’t tell them about his kids at first because he doesn’t know it he can trust them and doesn’t want to put his kids through that, but then it gets too late and would become awkward to just be like “hey btw I have like 3 sons”

Buck talks a bit about how he would parent in situations but the team just think he’s talking about the future.

Idk why but I love it 😭 like they go to Denmark every year on holiday and they celebrate the day they were officially adopted as a family holiday.

Buck is very protective but also like super chill?

Oooo and buck was so good with Chris bc he already had practice with Ivar?

I also love the idea of Ivar being picked on and school, getting into a fight, then haveing to have buck & Eddie called to the principals office only for everyone to point how how very in the wrong the other kid was 😫

And Bobby getting to basically be a grandfather to the boys?! My heart!❤️❤️

Abuela would totally just accept them too!!

Also I feel like the 118 would find out totally by accident? Or many buck didn’t quite realise they hadn’t figured it out so he’s so confused and their confusion when they meet his boys 😂

Omg and the Buckley parents didn’t know 😱

Crossovers will be the death of me Istg

(For people waiting for my other stuff to update! I haven’t forgotten I just want to make sure they’re good before I post them & I’ve been super busy lately 😭)

#evan buckley #evan buck buckely #eddie daiz #christopher diaz #buddie #buckley diaz family #ivar the boneless #sigurd lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #Chris is an angle #crossover #9 1 1 imagine #9 1 1 buddie #I’m sorry you other stuff is coming!#Parent Buck #Buck has kids and the 118 & Maddie didn’t know #Ivar Hvitserk and Sigurd modern au

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cerealmonster15 · 2 months

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🧃🍦🌸🌸🌸

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

HMM. tbh i feel like i say a lot about my personal self here LOL for people that read my tag rambles what i can i say that u dont already know... i feel like the only stuff i omit is like, to keep my identity a SECRET lol ummm.

ok i literally couldnt think of anything JSDKLFJDSKLFJSDKLJ. ask me a question if u want maybe ill share LOL

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

H. HEY. HEY. i dont wanna LOL JKFLDJKFLDS truth be told i dont actually HATE hate many characters. it's usually only ones that are like. token creep characters or REALLY super nasty and i dont WANNA talk about those so im gonna CHEAT and just do what i suspect im baited into doing and talk about a character i. hmm. Used To Strongly Dislike. i was a hater but i dont know that i ever really FULLY hated him. but i def disliked him for a while at first lol

and in terms of twst there are at least four characters this could be describing but i have to do leona bc ive had the most character development with my feelings about him kljsdklfjdsklfjklsdj

he really is so smart and perceptive. it's super interesting when i go back and reread stories and how he's shown to either directly or maybe heavily implied to know/suspect something that's going on far before most of the other characters do. he doesnt always. say anything about it to people 🧍 JKFLSDJFKLDS but it IS cool how you can see he's like, paying attention. he's got experience!

it's kinda sweet when he actually does, sometimes, show his care for the younger students. like in rook's lab coat story when epel accidentally bumps into him, and the npc talking to rook is like OH GOD!!! but rooks like nono, it's okay, leona knows not to just pick a fight with a random student for no reason. <- me calling it sweet when leona doesnt bitch at someone i guess LOL but!!! jfkdsjflds it is. and then in book 6 at the start when everyones getting ROBOT KIDNAPPED, this goes hand in hand with my first point - leona recognized the charon soldiers, clocked that they were dangerous, fighting was futile and risky, and just surrendered himself and told ruggie to not start a fight and to just look after the dorm while he was gone, if he ever came back. i was sooooo grumpy at that scene for so long bc of how COOL he was and i did not like admitting leona was being cool ever LOL JFKLSJDFKLDSJLJ but he was 😔 ive come to terms with it. AND in the jpn server's halloween event playful land, [mild beginning of event spoilers to anyone reading this i guess lol] the fact that he showed up late at night to bring everyone back so they wouldnt get in themselves trouble.... like he SAID it's bc he just didnt wanna get blamed for it later, but like, iirc he aimed his lecture at the ENTIRE GROUP, not just jack who he's dorm responsible for. he showed up early morning/middle of the night to do it too, when hes the king of I Love Sleeping. he probably coulda sent ruggie to do it but it was his turn to be in the event so he came and did it himself;;; dskfjdlsjfk listen i think leona is pretty straightforward and a bitch but i do think he still has some sense of care for people even though he'd rather die than admit it KFJSDKLFJSELJ

this might be cheating but i listed like three separate examples in the prev point so whatever. he's funny when he fights with vil and malleus JKLFJDSKLFJDSLFJ and i like when characters bitch at each other for comedic purposes. that is a positive point in my book i like LAUGHING at my SCREEN

i love when im asked a simple question and use ten thousand words to answer lol

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

DOES THAT MEAN THREE IMAGES

[WAHOO!!]

#asks #felix-the-lemon-king #tytytyty

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babyzzz · 2 years

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Leah!! how are u? i hope you’re doing well <3 just had another sinful idea/request, so i’m here to share it with u 😈 how about a nsfw + modern! au + long one-shot where the reader and akaza have been pining for each other for awhile, but all they ever do is casually flirt with each other and never go past that,,, but everyone knows they’ve undressed the other one with their eyes at least 100 times so one day, they both attend a party, but the reader is feeling a lil bold that night and wants to test Akaza’s patience by wearing something that flatters her too well; constantly giving him bedroom eyes; innocently/accidentally brushing up against him too much; etc. Eventually, he snaps, and once he gets an opportunity to escape with her to somewhere more private (literally could just be in another room lmao), things escalate,,, and well…let’s just say he has to remind her that everything comes with a consequence <3 tbh, i think the only thing I’d prefer to not read is choking but yeah,,, we both know that the only route that this will go down will be FILTHY so I’ll let u do what u wish with it~ thank you ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎ ♡

p.s. hopped onto my second acc bc I actually remembered it existed,,, so maybe I can save some face for my main acc even tho I didn’t brother the first two times 🗿🗿

hi, rose, i'm fine and you? i need to apologize again for taking sooooo long to write, but i finally got it. i really hope you like it (espicially the bj part heh)!!

warning: modern!au, alcohol use, vaginal fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, heavy sexual tension, and more

summary: you and akaza have been lusting after each other for two weeks, until, at a party, you dance for him until he leads you to a more private place to finally have you the way he wanted from the first day he saw you.

When you got out of the taxi, you could feel the ground vibrating with the intensity of the loud music heard so many meters away. Surely the party was in full swing and you regretted arriving so late.

Although confident, you felt shy about being the target of all the attention. And even though you were feeling beautiful, it still wasn't enough for you to calm the anxiety that raged through every particle of you.

But with your head held high, the sound of your heels hitting the cobblestone floor being drowned out by the music, you headed towards that huge, elegant house.

From the foot of the stairs that gave access to the mansion, you saw people talking, drinking, watching quietly in their corners, smoking, laughing or making out in the dark corners in the extensive front garden.

Without giving so much importance to what was already expected of a party watered with alcohol and loud music, you took the first step. Carefully so as not to hurt your feet or ruin the heel you were wearing, you followed it until you reached the whole staircase.

And then you were noticed.

Like in a movie where the high point is when the ugly, clumsy protagonist who appears magically beautiful one morning, all eyes are on you. It was like a trance where you passed through the curious crowd. The voices ceased as if a conductor had signaled the orchestra to stop, leaving only the sound of the music to accompany each step you took.

Although it was horrible to be the target of so much attention, your confidence increased when you saw that the looks were pure admiration and approval.

At the front door, greeting all the guests, the host, seeing you, smiled from ear to ear.

“You really came!” he exclaimed in unusual excitement.

~*~

The big news in the quiet town you lived in was the opening of a Karate school on the main avenue – which you had to follow to get to your place of work. With the novelty, new scenarios began to happen, such as the march of boys and girls of all ages wearing white kimonos and colored sashes tied around their waists in the same direction and also the pile of pamphlets handed out on street corners, inviting people to visit the Dojo and even the posts on social networks publicizing the institution's inauguration. At first, you didn't give it that much importance, you just thought that it would be good for children and teenagers to be interested in martial arts, because it was good for both the body and the mind, but none of that aroused anything else in you. Not until you see their sensei.

Handsome and strong were the main adjectives you would describe him. With his posture erect, his kimono perfectly aligned with his athletic physique, and his black belt proudly tied around his waist, he had a crooked smile that never seemed to leave his lips, being the way he greeted you on a hot Tuesday morning when you passed in front of the Dojo. His hair was dyed a fuchsia shade, which against the first rays of sunlight turned an almost gaudy pink. Although you didn't know if he was smiling directly at you or at his students who were walking behind you, you did notice that his blue eyes followed you until he was left behind.

At that moment, a routine of flirting was pre-established, and the spark of mutual interest would grow until it took the form of a small flame.

The flirtation that started with bright looks and shy smiles started to change to more intense looks and more ingratiating smiles. Although the children, in their infinite innocence, would always direct you every morning you passed in front of the Dojo as 'Akaza-sensei's girlfriend', the adults would begin to roll their eyes at how slowly your relationship progressed. Relationship was still a far cry from what the two of you had, because even though sexual tension was almost knife-edgeable, neither of you took a step to change it.

For outsiders, it was funny to see your behavior change drastically every time you saw each other. Akaza straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and raised his voice to say “Good morning” as manly as he could, while you lowered your head a little, took a lock of hair and wrapped it around your finger gently and answered his greeting in a voice brimming with sweetness.

And you continued at that for two weeks. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to lead to significant change.

You were frustrated because you always expected the first step to come from him. It wasn't because you thought it was his duty, but because your shyness insisted on inhibiting your courage. And you could no longer hide your desire to untie that black belt knot to finally know if what he was hiding inside his kimono was as good as in the wet dreams you had with him.

Akaza was also starting to feel sick. Seeing you passing every day in front of the Dojo, wearing those light clothes or clothes that valued your attributes without being able to pull you into a corner and greet you the way he wanted, without being the boring "good morning" followed by a rogue smile, was driving him almost crazy.

He was tired of just dreaming about you. His dreams were nothing like the restrained flirtations that took place in real life, and perhaps this was more of a torture than a relief, as it was so uncomfortable to always wake up with a hard-on and have to pretend all day that you weren't out of his mind for even a second.

However, to the joy of both of you, the opportunity finally came.

It was on a Wednesday morning, after the two weeks you had started flirting, that an invitation was extended. Not for him, though.

In fact, you didn't even see him that day, but one of Dojo's helpers, who you assumed was his personal friend. So unlike the anxiety you felt every time you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing when this guy smiled at you and greeted you. Cordially, you answered the greeting and went on your way to work. Not being a big deal, not causing a mess in your guts, this contact with another man, you stopped when he called you, maybe it was the growing curiosity about the handsome young man and the hope to know something about him. You looked at him, without showing a smile, and found his hand extended to you, and stuck between your fingers, a piece of paper. Without ceasing to smile, he said:

"Next Friday I'm having a party at my house, to celebrate the opening of the Dojo. It was supposed to happen a few days ago, but we only managed to organize ourselves now and we can finally celebrate." He paused to peer inside as if making sure no one saw him talking to you, then said again, "That's the address and time." And he handed you a torn paper with address information written in pencil to you. "Oh, make sure you look great, he'll be there..."

He gave you a wink and without letting you say anything, he entered the room quickly as soon as he heard someone's voice calling out to him.

Noticing the emphasis on ‘he’, you immediately knew that everyone agreed that you two should finally evolve in the relationship, and that somehow cheered you up, it was good to know that there were people who supported you both.

But still it made you apprehensive. He's not the one who invited you.

However, the next day, things got better once in a while when you accidentally overheard a snippet of his conversation with his mini-students.

"Our party won't be allowing children, boy," the young man replied smiling, in a teasing tone.

“Why not, Akaza-sensei?” and more children's voices were overlapping each other with questions.

"Because the children's party has already happened, now it's the adults' turn to celebrate," he replied, making his students stop talking, respecting the hierarchy. "But she can go," he finished, pointing at you.

"Oh, sure, she's your girlfriend!" a little girl said, frustrated.

"She's not my girlfriend," he tried to clarify. "Yet."

Your heart almost went out of your mouth to be noticed by him, and to have been caught listening to the private conversation. But at the same time you were immensely happy to know that you were really welcome at the party (and in his heart).

What was not very pleasant was the anxiety that took over you when you thought of the countless possibilities that this party would bring you. Would you walk out of there with him, or would you be disappointed?

But that wasn't an issue at the moment, the biggest issue was what clothes you would wear. You weren't used to going to parties.

Incredibly, the week passed and the day of the party arrived faster than you could have imagined.

By the reflection of the computer screen turned off in front of you, you thought you were pathetic to realize that there were huge dark circles under your eyes, indicating how much insomnia you had throughout the week. You felt like you had been trampled by a herd. It was even embarrassing for you to feel that way. It was just a party. There was no reason to be so upset.

But it wasn't like you could control those feelings, it was the first time in years of avoiding being interested in someone that you found yourself wanting to have an affair, a romance or anything like that with someone else.

So you would do anything to seize the opportunity and have fun too.

As your Friday shift ended an hour earlier than the rest of the weekdays, you walked quickly to your house.

Despite feeling exhausted, the lump in your throat seemed to grow with each passing second. Hands that were trembling, cold and damp with sweat, didn't let you concentrate properly on your task of getting ready.

The whole day you spent thinking about that party, planning and creating fantasies in your head of what it would be like to meet Akaza in an environment conducive to getting closer to him.

And the dress issue was resolved as soon as you remembered one in particular that stayed in your wardrobe for years, abandoned as if you forbade you to remember it. And in a way, that's what happened. That dress was the kind of garment one had exactly one reason to wear. Someone would only wear it if they wanted to be the center of attention; or someone's target. And you really wanted to be targeted by someone.

You smiled at your image in the mirror, you were looking amazing wearing a red dress that was low-cut in the front, the back open to your lower back and a slit that revealed almost an entire leg. If Akaza didn't notice you, it wouldn't be all bad, you were noticing yourself.

Although it would be impossible for him not to look at you dressed in something so… bold, when he looked at you even when you were wearing your everyday clothes at the office.

Walking around to see the fit from other angles, you felt satisfied.

Perfect outfit for the right occasion.

~*~

Standing in front of the host, the friend of Akaza, you felt hyperventilating with such anxiety. He, on the other hand, seemed amused as he scrutinized you. You could even swear he was fighting a battle against himself, but you believed it was something created by your head that worked hard to make you feel the most desired woman there.

"You really came ready for the kill," he commented with a smile. “If this was a prom, the queen's crown would already be yours,” he winked at you and slipped through the door, letting you through.

You thanked him and finally entered the house.

It was really a beautiful place and it was packed with people. Just as it happened on the outside, the people there also looked at you. And this time, recognizing some faces and being surprised that these people, who had nothing to do with the Dojo, were guests at the party too, you saw them looking at each other after checking you out and making comments in each other's ears, letting out giggles as they looked around as if looking for someone, making you swallow hard and look for a place farther away until the eyes started to leave you.

You felt reckless and wanted to run away, so you needed some liquid disinhibitor. You went to the bar of that mansion and asked for wine, because it was a drink that made you brave without getting you drunk.

When the alcohol had already entered your bloodstream and started to take effect, the beat of the music, the right atmosphere and all that magic in the air cradled your body in a slow dance that took shape to something more intimate and pleasant to look at. .

Your closed eyes prevented you from seeing people looking at you from the corner of their eyes and commenting on you. But it didn't matter, you were completely engulfed by the mood and feeling light as a feather and this was reflected in the smooth movements of your hips and waist that moved like a snake approaching its prey.

The eyes burned you in the back, it was even uncomfortable, but being seen so much, so admired, made you just want to keep dancing until the end of the party and even after.

But the disappointment still grew in your chest and spread. You haven't seen Akaza yet. He hadn't looked at you or smiled at you. What was the use of you producing so much if whoever was supposed to see you dance wasn't there?

The looks began to weigh as the rhythm of your body became more indecent, more vulgar. The slit in your dress almost exposed your panties and the cleavage barely kept your tits inside them.

The alcohol taking effect was like a curse taking hold. At the same time it uninhibited you, it made you upset for not getting what you wanted.

And suddenly you hated being looked at. You hated being the center of attention. You hated the admiration of people who didn't interest you.

You hated coming to this party.

And when your body couldn't hold so much dissatisfaction anymore, you opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were blue eyes, sharp as a blade, looking straight at you. In the distance, sitting on the leather sofa, dressed in dark clothes, quite different from the usual white karate kimono, your favorite spectator was there; savoring you with his eyes, undressing you in his thoughts.

There was no air and you felt everything spin, but you composed yourself and a smile appeared on your lips, directed only at him.

And the music seemed even more sensual and your desire to dance forever returned with full force. Now, having your target of interest with all the desire rooted in you, you have returned to dancing. For him.

That's where your game of seduction began.

You moved your body slowly, your hips seemed to have a life of their own and were inviting for him to hold and press you against that area of his that was already starting to wake up just by watching you dance.

But he remained seated on the leather sofa, sipping his drink slowly, not letting any of your movements go unnoticed. He could feel his erection starting to bother him inside his boxers, but he ignored it. It was nice to see you dancing just for him.

Your dance lasted a few more minutes and you got tired of dancing, you walked away from the dance floor and went in the opposite direction where Akaza was. Through the windowpane you saw reflected the image of him getting up and coming after you.

He seemed to understand that you were playing with him. So he also started playing with you.

It was as if you had gone back to the weekdays when you only ate each other with your eyes. But other than that, now you were free and could go with him anywhere. But it wouldn't be that easy. You wanted to test him. You wanted to know if he was willing to sacrifice his pride to have you. You hadn't dressed up so much for a mediocre guy. You wanted to be rewarded, and your reward came from his willpower to take you to him.

And that huge house looked the size of a grain of rice next to the flames that consumed the two of you every time you bumped into each other around corners.

He would chase you like a cat and you would fly away from him like a bird. People noticed and were giggling at the almost childlike scene. But you were having fun.

It was fun to see his desire for you burning brightly in his eyes every time you accidentally bumped into him. And he downed another glass of some drink before he glared at you.

When he was in the bar at the party, with his back to the counter, both elbows resting on the solid wood top, you walked past him and, as if there was no room for you to pass, you rubbed against him for a long time. You saw the moment his left arm almost flew towards you to grab you around the waist, but you were quicker to dodge.

You almost laughed when you heard him let out a loud sigh of frustration and the amusement increased when you saw a friend of his, who was handing out drinks to guests, make fun of him.

He didn't mind, he was really enjoying your boldness.

No woman had ever left him in this state of despair. And with each passing moment, your dress clung more to your skin, making you even hotter and making him a starving wretch.

You came back from the bathroom after making sure your makeup was still intact and your dress was in place. You really loved your image reflected in the mirror, you felt even more powerful.

Returning to the crowd, after ordering another drink, the song that started playing was your all-time favorite to dance to.

And so you returned to your show.

The same dance steps, the same sensuality imbued in every movement of your hips and the same liberating sensation in seeing him admiring you burned under your closed eyelids.

But unlike before, the admiring looks were ammunition for you to intensify sensuality. Everyone felt even disconcerted seeing you. Men and women ate their lust with alcohol because they knew you were the target of Akaza's spell. And no one would dare even come close to the woman he'd been lusting after for so long.

His fame grew from rumors that he was really merciless towards his enemies, and he did nothing to deny such rumors. He let his own name be smeared like he let his own skin be smudged by the needles with yet another tattoo.

Oblivious to these internal struggles in everyone around you, you danced like there was no tomorrow. With eyes closed, holding the glass of drink firmly in your hands so you don't spill the liquid through your body movements.

You were lucky enough to stay pretty sober even after drinking a considerable amount of alcohol. But this time you controlled yourself, you really didn't want to lose consciousness of your own actions; you wish you were wide awake when you were finally in some secluded corner with Akaza.

With that in mind, you let yourself be carried away by the rhythm of the dance, without opening your eyes even once so as not to lose the courage that gave life to your movements. But with all that noise, that loud music and the hustle you needed to get your throat wet, and when you started to take a sip of your drink, you felt the glass being taken from your hand at the same time that a strong arm grabbed you by the waist, keeping you trapped there.

It was inevitable to be scared, eyes open automatically and heart skipping beats, you looked at whoever grabbed you like that and felt a shiver run down your spine when you recognized the muscular arm covered in tattoos – which were always hidden by the long sleeve of the kimono – and with your eyes you roamed his torso until you saw his head tilted back exposing his pale neck and the adam's apple that went up and down with each sip of your drink that was being sent inside. After he had finished drinking it all, he turned his head to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that still held the empty glass.

His blue eyes fixed on you defiantly, matching the grip of his arm around your waist. The message was clear: you wouldn't escape him anymore.

“Dance again, princess,” he said huskily against your ear. Despite the loud sound, you heard it perfectly and felt an electric shock go through your spine.

His command was automatic.

You didn't notice the moment when a friend of his passed by you and took the glass from Akaza's hand and walked away again to leave you two alone, but you noticed when his other arm closed around your waist, holding you closer to him, making you feel his virility against you.

It was enough for you to move your hips again, making him follow you.

You were really surprised to see that he was such a great dancer. The people around you too. And before everyone's eyes, your dance awakened in everyone there an irrepressible desire that made them go out looking for a partner for a dance or for a sex.

Your breathing was already ragged and you could feel his hot breath intensified by the air that was also faltering. It was already unbearable that fire was burning both of you.

His hands itched to get inside the slit of your dress and touch you there, in front of everyone, but he controlled himself. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly.

Without saying anything, he led you off the dance floor and you let yourself be guided to the staircase that led to the second floor of the house.

His arm was tight around your waist as you held the black fabric of his shirt tight. You walked up the steps with agonizing slowness, and at the top, you saw people and more people descending, passing you by. And some of them looking at you angrily. It wasn't until you saw the host, and your "Cupid" waving everyone out of there that you understood.

The three pats that Akaza's friend gave him on the shoulder, as if congratulating him, only confirmed everything. The two sure planned that. You wanted to laugh, but you just smiled, this time with your eyes too, at the boy who was winking at you and giving you access to the upper floor, which was now empty. Just so you could enjoy the rest of the party away from everyone and everything.

Having you under his grasp, Akaza didn't let you go one step further to pull you by the waist, turn you to him and seek your lips in a greedy kiss. Your knees buckled when his tongue brushed yours and you felt the fruity taste of your drink he took in it and the way your lips moved in harmony. It was inevitable to gasp between the kiss as you felt his big hands sliding down your bare back, burning every inch of skin their touch reached until they were perfectly fitted to your ass.

Instinctively, you clung even closer to him. The arms around his broad, firm shoulders compelled you to press your breasts into his chest, and your body temperature rose higher every time he tightened his grip on your ass cheeks. And he swallowed all the moans you let out when he squeezed your flesh so hard.

"You're perfect, hm?" he said, still with his lips on yours. “You have a nice ass, you know that?”

Taken by the boldness caused by his words, you also slid your hands down his sides in search of the hem of his black shirt to pull it up in order to take it off. He noticed and stopped you, but it was only to lead you to the couch that was there. He sat up and pulled you onto his lap. It didn't take you long to move your hips over the erection that felt tight against the thick fabric of the black pants he wore. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles against your soft palms. You couldn't stop creating scenes of his strong arms handling you like you were a doll. On the other hand, he seemed to want to know every part of your body, since his hands didn't stay still either. They passed over your bare back and down to your waist, to then land on your thighs where they left a squeeze that made you gasp and imagine that the next day you would be all sore.

His lips felt soft and moist as they slid down your neck to between your breasts. You held tight to the pink strands of his hair, rubbing them harder against his face, which he gladly accepted. Not content with licking, sucking, and biting the skin that was exposed, he used his hands to squeeze your breasts over the fabric of the dress still, earning you a firmer shimmy on his hard cock. You two grunted together.

When he worshiped your body enough, he grabbed you around the waist to lay you on the large couch and then lay on top of your body, you didn't take long to wrap your legs around his waist when he started moving your intimacies in a more erotic and obscene dance. You slid the tips of your nails down his back, over his shirt, just to tease him and win him another kiss, now softer and wetter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he parted his lips, staring into your face. "You can't imagine how much I dreamed of having you like this."

You couldn't help but smile and even thought about saying the same, but you let the words die in your throat and instead you placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, making him laugh.

"I need to take my heels off..." you said hoarsely.

More than quickly, he got up from your body. Thinking he was giving you space for that, you were surprised to see him undo and unroll the leather strap from your ankles, doing the same with his other foot, and in the next moment you felt the ambient air beat against yours. tired and bare feet. It was a relief. Holding your feet together, Akaza gently placed them on each of his knees, leaving your legs bent and slightly apart. In this position, it was easier for him to slide his hands all over your legs, enter the dress that was tangled up under your ass and even reach the waistband of your panties, realizing his intention, it was instinctive the way you stood up your hips so he could remove that piece. With agonizing slowness, he slid the garment down to your ankles and you lifted your feet for him to take it off at once. And then your panties joined your heels on the floor.

Akaza went back to lie down on your body. With one hand above your head and the other between your legs, looking for your wetness. You felt almost shy to be so wet like that, but unlike you, it was a smile he broke out as his fingers penetrated your hot, dripping insides with immense ease. He was the reason to get someone like you in that situation.

The sighs that escaped your parted lips together with your joined eyebrows forming a crease between them indicated how immersed you were in the pleasure that his fingers were giving you, making him reach deep into you with two fingers, sometimes fucking you until wet sounds came out from your pussy, or massaging your clit to the point of making you almost cum. But he soon stopped what he was doing and stood up enough to spread your legs wide and look at your throbbing intimacy.

If it wasn't for the horny, you would even feel shy to see him with an expression loaded with malice while looking at your pussy that he kept open with his fingers.

And also what made you even more aroused was the immense volume in his pants. Deftly, taking him by surprise, you closed your legs on his arm and made a move to change position. He couldn't resist and let you be on top. It was automatic for his hands to fly up to grab your waist once you were sitting so deliciously over his crotch. Looking at you from the bottom up, you looked even more attractive with your boobs almost popping from the neckline of your dress.

Shit, you were so fucking hot in that outfit he didn't even want to take you out of it when he fucked you.

But you had other plans. The sound of the side zipper being unzipped drew his attention to your hand as it slid smoothly, making the fabric of the dress peel away from your skin and reveal it to him. And in the next instant, Akaza's eyes were graced by the sight of your perfect body completely free of the piece. At least from the waist up.

Your swollen nipples invited his fingers to hold them between them. Akaza accepted the invitation and pinched them lightly, making you gasp and shift in place, rubbing more wet cunt over his erection.

“Damn it girl, you're going to make me cum before I even fuck you the way I want to,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

More than quickly, you gently took both of his hands that were playing with your tits and took them away, but only to lie sinuously over his body.

As your soft lips found the pale skin of his neck, your hand found the button on his pants. Between bites and licks, you unzipped his fly and slid your hand inside his boxers, where you gripped his cock tightly and pulled it out. He sighed close to your ear and you felt your pussy pulse and lubricate even more as you felt it thick, long and heavy in your palm.

Damn, you were pretty sure he'd rip you apart just fine when he was getting inside you.

You jerked him off a little, running your palm over his wet head with pre-cum, loving to feel him vibrate and pulse in your hand and then you moved your lips down his body, kissing his chest still covered by his shirt until you reached his lower abdomen of him where you slid the licks to his crotch, feeling the texture of the growing hairs pricking your tongue, but not bothering you at all, because you were happy to smell soap indicating a good hygiene. You really expected that from him, he looked like he took very good care of himself. But reflections aside, you just ran the tip of your tongue along the bulging veins of his cock until you reached the dripping tip. Holding his dick firmly by the base, you stared for a while at what you were about to taste. He knew how to be attractive even in the intimate area, you thought to yourself just before taking his head into your mouth and closing your lips around it, using your tongue to roam the slit, bringing the taste of pre-cum to your taste buds. When you've tasted him enough, you relaxed your throat and slid your lips all the way down until you felt him all in your mouth and at that moment profanity escaped Akaza's mouth and the veins throbbed against your lips so deliciously around his cock.

You held his entire dick in your mouth for a few seconds before starting a light fellatio. His cock felt like it got bigger every time you let go and swallowed it again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you had to make an effort not to choke. Saliva leaked out from the corners of your lips, but you continued. Occasionally, you would hold it with your hand and leave it still to lick its full length and give its head a hard suck only to be graced by its grunt and, without warning, stuff it all over your mouth again, feeling it in the back of your throat. and kept him standing there for a few seconds to play with his balls a little. And that whole combination just made Akaza hold on to your hair with some force, making your scalp burn a bit and feel your body shake from the coming orgasm.

“I'm cumming,” he warned through gritted teeth, eyes rolling.

At this point, you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off firmly until you felt his cock throb and release the jets of cum in your hand, making a line run down your wrist, like a slimy bracelet. You paid close attention to his contorted face of pleasure. Damn beautiful while the dirtiest words came out of his lips and his dick was softening in your hand as the last drops escaped from the crack.

But it wouldn't take long for him to get hard again.

It was enough for you to slowly take off your dress and get completely naked for him, staring at him with your lewd look of a naughty girl while playing with your little fingers in your pussy that he soon felt that familiar burning spread to his cock, making him erect again.

But this time, he wanted to be on top. He wanted your beautiful legs to be around his waist, over his shoulders or anywhere he could grab them when he was pounding deep into your pussy. Before that, he took off his clothes quickly, giving you a wide view of his perfect body. The bulging muscles were very evenly distributed, and not only were his arms covered in tattoos, but his chest as well. Various arts covering the best of them.

After being with you deliciously under his body, he sought your lips in an obscene kiss.

You shivered and moaned handily every time you felt his cock rubbing against your belly, thigh or even your wet entrance when he was moving his body against yours, as he had when you were dancing. Akaza knew very well how to move your body and knew that you had the movements loose and used that to knead a little as a warm-up before the act itself.

When you were warm enough, Akaza grabbed both of your ankles and brought them to either side of your body. With his knees bent, he pulled you up by your legs, slid you across the couch and sat on your ankles so your ass was on his knees. Having you completely at his mercy, he ran his finger over your clit and down to your entrance, fucked you a little with one finger and adjusted himself just enough for his cock to rub against your wetness. You sighed and gripped your nipples tightly as you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves before you felt his length being crushed by your walls in that delicious invasion.

“You're so big…” you moaned, feeling your cunt tighten against his cock.

“You who are tight as hell, princess. My cock is being crushed, ah…” He groaned and pulled your waist with some force to be fully inside you.

You two moaned in unison.

The way your pussy greedily took his cock, as if it wanted him to stay buried there forever, was enough for Akaza to almost combust. The way you pulsed around his length was too much for him to handle. And the conflict between wanting to fuck you hard and quickly and seeing your pussy welcome him and expel with the same intensity in a slow and contemplative way was established. But he opted for the second option. It was wonderful to have such a pretty pussy welcoming him so well.

But soon the urgency took over you.

“Please, fuck me hard… Faster…”

And he couldn't deny such sweet pleads. Then his hips worked on the speed and force of the thrusts. He moved back and forth, making your body jolt every time he hit deep inside you, making your breasts bounce with it. You got more and more desperate and louder when his cock punished your pussy so brutally and as a bonus, you twitched around him as if you were milking him.

“Damn princess, you’re squeezing me so fucking good…”

The compliments along with the strong thrusts made you moan more and roll on his cock, feeling him in every unexplored corner of your interior, even your cervix.

You rolled your eyes and squirmed, reaching for help on the back of the couch, causing his cock to tighten further.

He held you around the waist, just to keep you in place, and without leaving you, he folded your legs against your chest and lay down on top of it, just to be able to look at your little face up close.

You gasped in surprise as you realized that in this new position he was able to reach even deeper. The strong thrusts just didn't fill the air because of the wet noise caused by your sex because of the loud music that was still going on, which you regretted, you really wanted to hear the sound of his balls hitting your ass.

You stood with your eyes open, fixed on that blue ocean of his. His lips were parted and moist from the way he ran his tongue every time you twitched so well on his cock. As he smacked you deep, the two of you looked at each other so affectionately. He rested one of his arms above your head while the other he used to caress your face and run his thumb along your bottom lip and then force it into your mouth. You sucked his thumb hard and it caused his cock to pulse inside you.

“Fuck…” he muttered and withdrew his finger from your mouth.

With the same hand, he slid up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva all the way and his hand closed on your throat. He didn't squeeze, just left his hand there. You wanted him to squeeze, but you didn't ask for it.

When his movements became erratic, indicating he was cumming soon, he shifted you again, this time making your body sideways from the waist down. He lifted your leg and thrust his cock into you again in one thrust, making you moan loudly. In this new position, he had to keep the thrusts short and deep so his cock didn't keep coming out. As he already felt more sensitive, he slid his hand to your clit and with his fingers and pressed against that sensitive and pulsating point and massaged it a lot, making you contract even more against him until orgasm.

"Oh… just like that, princess, cum in my dick…" he instructed you in a hoarse and broken voice.

And with your whole body shaking, you came and closed your legs so he would stop stimulating you, but making your pussy tighten with agony around his length and he then announced that he couldn't take it anymore.

Withdrawing from you, he painted your ass with his seed.

Panting, disheveled, and completely covered in bodily fluids, the two of you tried to recover together. He pulled you up again to turn you to face him so he could see your beautiful post-orgasm face.

The first to break the silence, after breathing normalized a little, was him to invite you:

“Want to go over to my place now so we can end the night somewhere less noisy? I'll take you home later.”

You were too happy to refuse.

You dressed quickly and he led you to a door that led to a staircase that led straight to the laundry area. Unnoticed by anyone, you left the party. Luckily, a taxi came quickly and dropped you off in front of his house.

Your night ended with pleasant conversation, you had a lot in common, and a few more rounds of sex. No rush this time.

He kept his promise to take you home later, but only after you'd slept for a good part of the day, spooning, after taking a shower together.

And from that day forward, his house would become your second home, just as yours became for him.

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