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hyuckiefluff · 7 months

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Hey so I hv request! Really love the way you write♡ ok so mark is on adrenaline high frm the concert and is really touch starved and really just wants to fuck his gf! Established realtionship y/n and Mark, feel free to add your magic, thank you!!!

a/n: thank u for the nice words and for sending in this req!! this is exactly what i needed to get back into the mood cuz i’ve (once again) been neglecting my writing lol but anyway when i read this the first thing i thought of was quiet down hence the pic :)

ps: requests are still open btw (still got a lot of them to go through but feel free to send in more) i usually do them in order of which one inspires me the most so even if you send rn i might get to it first!

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

content warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, brief mention of blood, mark is sex starved so he goes a bit crazy, ass groping, handjob (m. receiving), cum eating yeah ik ik i keep writing this but i can’t stop sawry, big c0ck mark!! barely any prep or aftercare (they don’t have time!!!) basically just a messy & needy quickie backstage.

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Mark was losing his mind.

Why?

All because you placed him on a week-long sex ban in an attempt to prepare him for the upcoming tour. He knew you were just trying to help him adjust to being away from you, but it felt like torture.

Everything was fine at first, or at least Mark was doing a great job pretending. But as the first week neared its end, his resolve started to crumble. Today, in particular, he was extremely horny for no reason.

...Well, he actually did have a reason and it was the picture you sent him this morning, wearing the new underwear he had gifted you 'They fit perfectly, Markie ;)'.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you showed up to his show wearing his favorite skirt—the very one you knew he always fucked you in. He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit.

Either way, it was definitely working, because when you leaned in for a kiss, he caught a glimpse of your underwear in the mirror's reflection and and he had to fight against every part of himself to not moan right then.

To make matters worse, you were still wearing the black lace panties he had gifted you.

By the time he stepped on stage, he was already painfully hard. What kind of pervert gets turned on in front of an audience just because his girlfriend accidentally flashed him? Well, apparently, Mark Lee did.

But he didn't care about looking like a desperate, sex-starved fool.

So as soon as the VCR started playing and they had to change outfits, he made a beeline for you backstage. Ignoring the protests of staff and confused band members telling him he only had 10 minutes to get ready he grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

“That’s more than enough time,” he muttered under his breath. Despite your persistent attempts to ask where he was taking you, Mark didn’t stop until you were hidden away in a dark, secluded corner behind the stage.

"Mark, what's going on? Are you okay?" You inspected him with concern in your eyes, checking for any injuries.

"Ah...fuck... I have a really big problem," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" But you quickly understood the issue when he pulled up his shirt, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he looked like a child in need of help was too endearing. "Aw, did I do this to you?"

"It's not funny," he protested, suddenly invading your personal space. "I need you to fix it." His forehead pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides and gripping your hips to press you firmly against his body, your lower abdomen coming in contact with his hard on.

"Of course, baby" you replied, ready to kneel down, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm. You looked at him confused, and the stage lights cast an angle that highlighted his pleading eyes. They were glossy with desire.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured, his voice strained and raspy.

The idea of having backstage sex at his concert with just about seven minutes left before he had to return to the stage felt crazy. But there was something about it that turned you on beyond explanation.

So, you cupped his face and kissed him hard enough that your teeth clashed with his lips, but not even the slight taste of blood stopped you from devouring each other’s mouth. Mark quickly matched your intensity, his tongue wasting no time exploring every corner of your mouth. Every time he nibbled on your lips, it elicited little gasps from you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, pressing you firmly against his bulge, a clear reminder that he was about to explode down there.

You started to undo his pants, the friction of his erection against the fabric made him suck in air through his teeth. He broke away from your lips, allowing you to pull down his pants. His boxers were already stained with pre-cum, and when you lowered them, his dick looked at you flushed and angry. You bit your lip, his size always made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

Before you could even touch him, he turned you around and that’s when you realized you were pressed against one of the glass boxes from their performance.

"Mark..." you moaned his name when you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. There was no time for much preparation so when he slowly pushed his hips forward, a string of curses left his lips at the tightness.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned when your walls clenched around him relentlessly. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned against the box for support

“God, you feel so good” His hands gripped your hips, and you felt his lips kissing your shoulder before he whispered that he was going to start moving. You nodded weakly.

His pace started out slow, but there was an undeniable urgency in each motion. His hand moved from your hips to your neck, gripping you softly and pulling you closer with every deep thrust. His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, and with every kiss and nibble, you couldn't help but clench around him, making his hand close tighter against your throat. This pattern continued for a while, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he grunted softly against your neck.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked.

"More, please, I need more," you moaned, feeling his grin against your neck.

He wasted no time. His thrusts quickened, and you couldn't help but release soft gasps and moans with each movement. You leaned forward against the box, your breath fogging up the glass, feeling it tremble beneath you as he continued fucking into you harder. Mark was losing himself, or perhaps he already had; he was rutting against you as if he was an animal in heat.

"M-mark... I'm close," you mewled, not sure if he even heard you amidst the loud cheers.

"Mhm, me too," he moaned, his voice strained.

It only took a few more thrusts and you were spent, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he helped you ride your orgasm.

"Fuck, it's gonna be messy if I cum inside you," he realized, slowing his movements.

He was right… he wasn't wearing a condom so as soon as he pulled out, it would definitely drip down your legs. And there wasn’t anything nearby to clean you up with.

"Pull out," you said, and you could see his confusion from the corner of your eye. Nonetheless, he did as told. His hand was already on his dick, ready to take care of himself, but when you knelt down, it was as if his body glitched momentarily.

Your hands replaced his, applying just the right amount of pressure in your strokes to evoke that familiar sensation building in his gut. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your makeup slightly smudged from tears and sweat. The sight was incredibly hot, and just when he was about to cum, you opened your mouth, catching all of his release. Some of it trickled down your throat. The whole scene, along with the sounds you made while swallowing, had Mark almost in tears from the sheer intensity of the moment.

After swallowing every drop, you stood up, adjusting your panties and casually licking a remnant from the corner of your lips, all while maintaining eye contact with Mark. He watched you in stunned silence, still catching his breath. You chuckled when he remained frozen for a good 10 seconds, pulling him close gently and zipping up his pants. In that moment, you heard his voice.

“Please come on tour with me,” he begged, his eyes wide with hope. You just smiled and kissed him.

“Where’s Mark?! You guys are up in 2 minutes!” The staff's frantic shouts pulled you both back to reality. You exchanged a glance and burst into giggles like a pair of teenagers.

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sarcastiaa · 29 days

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𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸’𝓼 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷:

Kento is the kind of person, who struggles with expressing his feelings for you. He won’t say “I Love You” word to word everyday to you, but he has his ways of showing his love for you.

♡ Kento is the S/O who will let you sleep on the weekend a little longer, he’ll leave the bed before you, slowly, tip-toeing so that he doesn’t wake you up. He will, slowly draw the curtains close so that the light doesn’t bother your sleep and leave the room.

♡ He’s would make breakfast on the weekend and will let you rest.

♡ He will go out for a morning walk or a jogging and will come home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers or he will pick random wildflowers and make a bouquet out of them himself and then leave it on the nightstand next to the your bed.

♡ Kento is serious about his work but on weekends or off days he will try his best to spend his time with you. He would be on his bed and read books, but if you ask to spend time with him, he’d either close him book and be with you or go out with you. Or he will just ask you to join him in bed and cuddle with him while you lay on top of him and he reads his book.

♡ Kento would always try to come home early on the days when you’re on your periods or sick. He would come home early and check up on you, get you chocolates, flowers, heat pads or hot bag to make you feel better. And he will be up and sit next to you running his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.

♡ On his way home from work, he would stop by your favorite bakery and would get some of your favorite cakes. He knows you crave for sweets at late night, so he always sneakily leave those cakes in the fridge. When you open the fridge at 3 in the morning you find a box of your favorite delights

♡ You once told him that there’s this specific dress that you like, but you didn’t show it to him and he would spend nights after nights researching about the dress like the way you described, he would ask his colleagues about a dress like that, he would try to sneak on your phone while you sit on the couch and he walks behind you, just to see if he could glance once at your wishlist. And somehow by the end of the month you’d receive a delivery of the dress that you asked him about.

♡ He keeps his face stoic and grumpy most of the time but you told him once that he looks better when he smiles, so around you he would always try to smile more and show it to you so that you admire or compliment him. He would smile for no reason just looking at you just to get your attention. He expects you to come closer to him and just pat on his head and tell him how good he looks while smiling.

♡ You once told Kento that he looked better with T-shirts. Even though he preferred wearing shirts or suits more often just to make you happy he would go out wearing tight fit T-shirts. You told him he looked absolutely sexy in it and now to impress you more he’d wear stuff like that more often.

♡ Kento is nervous about to holding your hands when he’s outside walking next to you, he would glance over and over to you to find the right moment to hold your hand. He would look around, feel nervous, wipe his own hand on his pants cuz he thinks his hands are sweaty. Then he would try to walk a little closer to you and you would be able to feel the way he’s being nervous. So you would make the first move and softly hold his hands. Then he would feel a little more confident and hold your hand tightly. Even though you’re dating for so long, still he feels nervous around you.

[should I do a part 2?]

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transmascaraa · 3 months

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hi! idea: gaming x adeptus!reader, where reader gets all flustered over gaming openly admiring and affectionate towards them bc reader isn't used to so much praise

alternatively! gaming x tea/food stall owner!reader where while he's picking up an order, he almost forgets about the order bc wow reader is just so pretty what + he ends up becoming a regular at their stall

— 🧷anon (side note: ty for doing my req <3)

bf!gaming headcannons!

you were never used to so much praise...

bf!gaming x adeptus!gn!reader

author's note: I LOVE BOTH OF THE IDEAS😭😭 but i chose the first one idk why🤷‍♂️ btw you're welcomeee i'm glad you liked the gaming kabedon hcs<3 also i love your ideas cuz they're so creative imo and just thanks to anyone who requests anything because I HAVE LITTLE TO NO IDEAS. anyways i can't believe so many of you like gaming so much😭 he's so pookie tho we should all love him anyway🗣️ i hope you enjoy!!

"let me make up for all of the years you never got this praise, until you get used to it!"

-you never got praised

-well, at least not enough to get used to it

-not many compliments throughout you life

-that is, until you met gaming...

-at first, you were so confused...

-was he joking?

-was he being for real?

-all he ever gave you were compliments.

-he was so nice to you.

-it felt unreal to you.

-but you know that you'll have to get used to it one day.

-you woke up? he'll praise you!

-you ate today? he'll praise you!

-you drank water? he'll praise you!

-get ready for a shit ton of compliments.

-"hey, my love! i just wanna let you know that you look stunning today!" he said, sitting on the chair next to you.

-you were eating breakfast... and he was there to eat, too, but the compliment made you blush...

-"gaming... stop..." you muttered, smiling embarrassingly at him.

-"i'm being serious, my dear! you're the most stunning, good-looking, attractive, kind, and precious person i've even met! your title of an adeptus completely fits you!" he started throwing compliments at you, and you just buried your head in your hands.

-embarrased. you couldn't keep eye contact with him right not.

-"gaming... no..." you muttered again.

-"it's true, [name]! you're perfect!" he continued.

-"you're perfect, not me..." you said quietly, enough for him to hear.

-"well you're perfect, and i don't care about what you say or think or feel. i know for a fact that you are definitely even more than what could be comprehended as perfect!" he wasn't planning on stopping until you accepted it.

-"okay, okay, fine!" you finally looked up at him, your cheeks red.

-"say that you're perfect." he teased.

-you sighed in defeat.

-"i'm... perfect." you said it, and saw the big warm smile on his face.

-"that's really right! and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! not even your brain! you're perfect! no wonder you're an adeptus!" he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

-"yeah, yeah, i agree..." you said, it wasn't true what you agreed to, right now.

-but he'll keep going.

-not until you actually believe the truth.

-you're perfect just the way you are.

~~~~~

I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE

IT WAS SO FUN TO MAKE I SWEAR ANON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT<3

one more request to go rn btw🥰🥳

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin gaming #genshin impact gaming #gaming genshin impact #gaming x reader #gaming #gaming genshin #gaming x gn reader #gaming x you #gaming x gender neutral reader #i love gaming #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

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mysterious-ocarina · 4 months

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marauder!Sirius Black x fem!reader

(A/N 1, im american so i’ll prolly get alot of british slang wrong, or just call stuff by what americans say) ( A/N 2, this is kinda an au where Sirius doesn't move in with James and is stuck with the Black family. I had a lot of trouble figuring out what family to put the reader in that would fit my plot and I just ended up putting you in the nott family. I guess if you really wanna think about it (pls don't think too hard about it), your brother is the father of theo nott?) (A/N 3, check this out if anyone wants an explanation of why i've been gone from tumblr for so long)

Warnings: definitely angsty but with some sprinkles of fluff, lots of mentions of abuse (nothing graphic is shown, it's just described to have happened a lot in the past), this is an arranged marriage trope but not enemies to lovers trope, lots of misogyny (lately i've been feeling angry at the world and it's views of women so here is me trying to comfort myself. Sirius black is a woman lover fr). let me know if there is anything else i need to tag cuz this is my most serious fic yet

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Sirius Black. A name that's known by the majority of the Hogwarts population. And a face that is known (maybe a little too personally) by many wizards and witches at Hogwarts. But not to you.

You've only ever heard about the notorious Sirius black and the gang of hooligans called the Marauders. You've never got to meet any of them personally. You occasionally would see some of them around, but never Sirius. As a Slytherin, you often ran into his brother, Regulus, but you've never really talked to him either, only ever exchanging pleasantries.

It was actually kind of surprising that you've never talked to the Blacks before. You both came from pure blood, supremacist families and both you and Sirius were known to be a bit rebellious against your families (or just rebellious in general).

But none of that matters, when your parents force you to come home for the holidays and basically shatter your resolve.

At Hogwarts, away from the prying eyes of your family, you were most like yourself. Rebellious, outgoing, funny, and even kind. But under the roof of your family's expensive manor, you were nothing more than a quiet, obedient little girl, who's value was determined by whichever man was in charge of her. The perfect, pureblood daughter.

Just as your mother was and is, you are basically a slave to your own blood, specifically your brother and father. And as soon as you're married (arranged to a pure blood. no doubt, without your consent) you'll have to be an obedient little wife for your husband.

The perfect, doting, obedient, docile, pureblood wife. It was all a load of rubbish, you thought, but you would keep the facade up in order to keep the abuse at bay. You learned pretty early on that speaking up for yourself and speaking out of turn was not going to be tolerated.

You were silently eating dinner with your family. Your father and brother were quietly speaking about matters that even if you and your mother cared, neither of you would be allowed an opinion on.

“Honey, we’ll be having important guests for tomorrow's dinner. So make sure you look your absolute best,” your mother spoke to you. She gave you a sympathetic smile knowing the “show” you both would have to put on in front of guests.

“Okay. Am I allowed to know who these guests are?” you swallowed down your food. You were filled with nerves, thinking about what kind of important guests you were going to have.

Your mother bent down closer to your ear, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this-” she shot a quick look to your father to make sure he wasn’t listening, “but it’s the Black family. I’m not sure why they are coming. All I know is that it’s important business with one of their sons.”

You put your fork down on your plate, placing your hands down on your lap in front of you. You let your thoughts wander and only grew more worried. What kind of important business did one of the Black brothers have with your family? To help a little with your nerves, your mother placed a comforting hand on yours before going back to her meal.

The rest of your night was uneventful after that, until you went to bed. You stayed awake for longer than you should have, your mind way too loud to allow you to sleep. You ran through a list in your mind about the millions of different “important business” that the Black family could have with yours. But none of it made sense why they would eat dinner with us. Usually important business was settled in your father’s study, as it was improper for the ladies to be present.

Eventually, you were able to fall asleep and then the next day would start. You woke up late, which was extremely unappreciated by your brother, who was expecting his morning coffee like usual. You were promptly punished, not only by being woken up by him screaming at you, but also with a beating.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find an appropriate outfit for the dinner that would cover the red marks and newly forming bruises on your arms. Your mother lessened the pain of the marks a little during the day but there wasn’t much else that you could do.

Sometimes when you both sat and drank tea, you would often dream together about running away from all of this. The blood supremacy, controlling men, and just downright evil families. But those thoughts and dreams were quickly quelled when the sound of the men's voices could be heard, calling for the maids- I mean women.

Both you and your mom knew, these were only dreams. It was impossible for purebloods to leave the life that they were born into.

You and your mother waited in the foyer, waiting for the guests to arrive. Your dress was rubbing against the lashes on your skin, making you scratch your arms in irritation but soon stopped when your mothers hand landed on yours.

“You’ll only make it hurt worse. Plus, you know you can show any discomfort in front of the guests,” she said softly. She was trying her best to sound comforting but it only served to remind you of the show you both are forced to put on and the lives you’re stuck living.

A knock was heard and muscle memory forced wide, fake smiles onto both of your faces. Your mother opened the door and welcomed the Black family, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black. I hope you had safe travels here.”

As soon as they crossed the threshold, you were in front of them offering to take their coats. They handed them to you as Mrs. Black spoke, “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Nott.”

“My daughter will show you to the dining room while I finish up making dinner,” your mother informed before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.

After you finished hanging up Mr. and Mrs. Black’s coats, you finally had the chance to look at the two Black brothers. Being in his house, you immediately recognized Regulus, who gave you a tight smile. You then looked over to who you assumed was Sirius.

He certainly was as attractive as the girls at Hogwarts always seemed to make him seem. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He was looking toward the ground, still keeping his posture ramrod straight. He had the same look and body language as someone who had just been beaten for disobedience. A look you were familiar with.

Before anyone could get angry with you, you spoke up, respectfully, “If you would follow me, please.”

With your head down, you brought the family to the dining room. Your father and brother both stood up to shake hands with the Blacks. You stood behind your seat, waiting for the men to sit down first. Your father and Mr. Black sat down and engaged in conversation. You watched Regulus take the chair next to his father and looked to see where Sirius was. You were surprised to find him right next to you.

You backed up, unsure why he was standing there. Of course, you would give up your seat if he asked you to. But all he did was pull the chair out and motion for you to sit down. You sat down and thanked him as he pushed the chair in, “Thank you, young master Black.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw your father give a nod at your use of the title. Salazar, you sounded like a damned house elf. But that was the proper way you were to address him.

Sirius scrunched his nose at the title but gave you an understanding smile, “You’re welcome.”

He surprised you once more by taking the seat directly next to yours. You kept your mouth shut, knowing it was best to keep your curious thoughts to yourself, but you did shoot him a kind smile.

Dinner started without a hitch, conversation mostly being between Mr. Black and your father, your mother and Mrs. Black conversing a little bit with each other too. You, your brother, and both Black brothers mostly stayed silent and ate the meal.

Throughout the entire dinner, when nobody was looking, you had been rubbing at your irritated arm in discomfort. You don’t know how long Sirius had noticed but he grabbed your hand under the table just as you were going to bring it back up again. He continued to eat his meal with his other hand, looking like he wasn’t holding your hand under the table at the moment.

At your confused glance, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering, “I know what you’re doing. It’s just going to make it hurt more, the more you keep messing with it. Just squeeze my hand instead.”

He went back to eating, glancing around to find that no one noticed him whispering to you. You squeezed his hand a bit hard as you went back to eating too. Instead of wincing or doing anything to show discomfort, all he did was rub his thumb soothingly on yours.

The butterflies Sirius stirred up in you was enough to distract you from your irritating arm for the rest of the dinner.

“Now,” your father started, rubbing his napkin on his mouth and setting it down on the table, (the universal sign for “stop eating and listen to me”). “Mr. Black and I have recently come to an agreement.”

Sirius squeezed your hand in comfort as his father spoke up, “Seeing as Ms. Nott is the same age as my Sirius, we have arranged for the two of you to be married. It will be after the both of you graduate from Hogwarts.”

Those words echoed in your head as you looked up to the two fathers in shock. Your silverware clattered as it fell from your hand onto your plate. You must have been breaking the bones in Sirius’ hand, holding it as tight as you were.

Despite the fact that you knew it was a bad idea, your adrenaline forced you to speak up, “You can’t do that, father. You can’t just force me to marry someone that I just met.”

The tears in your eyes didn’t fall, years of “training” keeping them from falling.

Your brother gave you a harsh glare at your disrespect. Suddenly your father stood up, slamming his hands on the table. Staring straight at you, his commanding voice not loud but still thundering all the same, “I can, and I will. Do not forget your place in this family and this world. You will do as I say until you are married. Then you will be your husband’s to command.”

In a haste, you let go of Sirius’ hand, placing your hands on the table to stand up. Sirius, thinking quickly, kept you from getting up by grabbing your legs under the table. That didn’t stop your mouth from speaking harshly, “I am nobody’s to command or control.”

Before you could say anything more, your father reached across the table and slapped you across the face. You held your cheek in shock. He’s hit you before but never in front of guests. The entire table sat in shocked silence.

You looked down at your lap, willing your tears not to fall. You noticed Sirius’ hands clenched in his lap, he looked like he was shaking in anger, but his face had a practiced neutral expression. Regulus’ eyes were wide as he looked at you but had no other reaction at the scene that just transpired. The both of them knew not to speak up.

Your brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. You could just hear the thoughts in his head right now. Thank Salazar, someone put her in her place, his face screamed.

Your father sat down and looked towards Mr. Black, “I’m sorry for my daughter’s behavior. I hope you can forgive me for her impudence.”

Mr. Black simply waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s alright. I understand how women are.”

Picking up his whiskey glass, your father sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t put off the marriage to fix her. Maybe your son will be able to crack her.”

Mr. Black took a swig of his whiskey too, “We can only hope. If not, I can think of a curse that surely helped to fix up my Sirius.”

Sirius tensed up next to you. Your father had never used the Cruciatus Curse on you, but it was clear what Mr. Black was referring to and your father seemed to quite enjoy the idea. The two men simply laughed as if that curse wasn’t named an Unforgivable Curse. They laughed, as if your pain was nothing more than entertainment to them.

The dinner went back to normal for the two men and your brother, not noticing the tension felt between the rest of the group. This time, you grabbed Sirius’ hand under the table and rubbed it soothingly. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed your hand.

Losing your appetite, you spent the rest of the meal sitting in silence, holding hands with Sirius. Your thoughts ran completely wild. You were going to be married to him, for the rest of your life, and you had only spoken once. You didn’t even speak. He whispered to you and you listened. Thinking more about it, there are worse boys that you could have been forced to marry.

At Hogwarts, Sirius was known for being rebellious and against his family's traits and values. Salazar, the boy was sorted into Gryffindor, the opposite of his entire family. But what if that was just in the public eye. You didn’t know anything about Sirius except for what you’ve heard from others. For all you knew, the moment you and he were alone, he would revert back to his family’s pureblood values and abuse you just as most pureblood husbands did to their wives.

No, you quickly thought, stop it. You tried to think about the entire situation with a rational head. Throughout the entire dinner, he did nothing harsh towards you. He offered comfort when your arm was bothering you. He kept you from standing when you argued with your father (who knows how much worse the situation could have escalated if you actually, physically stood up to him). He did his best to offer you comfort without your families knowing it.

He’s not an abuser, you rationalized with yourself. You felt the way he tensed up at the mention of the Cruciatus Curse. He would not be like your father or your brother.

After dinner, you were sent straight up to your room. Before you were separated, Sirius softly spoke to you, “Don’t worry, darling.”

His smile reassured you by a fraction, as you got ready for bed. Maybe all of it won’t be so bad.

You didn’t see Sirius, or his family, at all the rest of the holidays. The next time you did see him was on the train back to Hogwarts. You were simply looking for an empty carriage to settle in, when you noticed Sirius coming towards you.

He grabbed your suitcase and brought it to what you presumed was the carriage he was going to be in. You simply followed him, shrinking under the glare that some of his fangirls were throwing your way.

Once the door was shut and you were alone, he finally spoke up, “So, how are you?”

You sat in the seat opposite of him. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took the safe option and responded, “I’m fine, master Black.”

He opened his mouth in shock, before quickly wiping the look from his face, he basically pleaded, “Please don’t call me that.”

“But-” you went to protest, but he cut you off.

“At least, don’t call me that when we aren’t near our families,” he dismissed what you were going to say. All you could do was stare at him. It really did seem he wasn’t like his family.

Growing embarrassed under your stare, he shyly spoke back up, “I hope you know that you can act like you normally do when you’re around me.”

You looked away from him, face flushing, “This is how I normally act.”

He leveled you with a look, “We both know that’s not true. I don’t know you well but I’m sure you have a number of choice words to call me.”

Seeing the amused smirk on his face, your facade broke. You slightly smirked right back at him, “I don’t have any words to call you… Our fathers on the other hand…”

Sirius’ smirk turned into an almost awestruck smile. Before he could say anything back at you, a gaggle of boys had burst into the carriage.

“Pads, you’ll never guess who sent me a letter during break,” James Potter excitedly said. He went to sit across from his friend only to just now notice you. You gave him a sweet smile.

“Who’s this?” James asked, sitting next to Sirius and throwing his arm around him.

Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin followed James into the carriage, taking their seats. Everyone gave you curious but welcoming looks.

Sirius gave you a look, which you nodded to.

“Put up a silencing charm. I’ve got a story to tell you,” Sirius replied, causing the boys to perk up.

The next hour or so was spent with Sirius explaining your arranged marriage to his group of friends. You were relatively silent, not yet comfortable talking to his friends. He left out the parts where you were abused and berated but didn’t spare the details of his own abuse. It seemed he was comfortable sharing what he goes through to his friends. And evidently you too, since you were there listening too.

This was how you found out that he knew about the betrothal before you did. Apparently, he found out just moments before going to the dinner. He tried to refuse his father (the same way you had, you noticed) and received a beating for his insubordination. That would explain the look he had when you first saw him.

You cringed a little, hearing that he was hit but he gave you a reassuring smile. His friends were also really kind and sympathetic to the entire situation. No wonder he seemed comfortable sharing his familial trauma with them, they were extremely supportive.

“Can they really do that?” James questioned, from next to Sirius.

You sighed and crossed your arms, “Unfortunately, yes. There isn’t anything that we can do to avoid it.”

Remus looked up thoughtfully, “Is it possible for you guys to run away from your families?”

You thought about it, “Hypothetically, we could run away from our families and the blood supremacy world, but it would be extremely difficult.”

Sirius spoke up, “Trust me, I’ve debated it my entire life. If we ran away from our families, no doubt we would be financially cut off from them.”

You added, “Not only would we have to somehow have enough money for a place to live, but we would also need to find a job, to keep the place to live. And trust me, families like ours have a lot of power in the wizard world. One word from them, and no one would want or be able to hire us.”

Peter muttered, “That’s horrible.”

Sirius sighed and slouched in his seat, “You’re telling me.”

“Thinking about it, Sirius, you need to put your womanizing ways away. A married man shouldn’t be parading around with any woman that gives him attention,” you added with a teasing smirk.

“You make me sound like a cheap whore,” Sirius replied with a pout.

“You’re not?” James was quick to rebuttal, causing you to laugh at the offended face Sirius gave the both of you. It didn’t take long for the entire group of you to dissolve into laughs and giggles.

Sirius smiled at you, teasingly, “Well how about you? I’m sure your long line of lovesick fools will end up sobbing at the news.”

You glared playfully at him, “I don’t know any lovesick fools. I actually swore off dating a long time ago so this doesn’t affect my love life at all.”

Remus looked at you in bewilderment, “Went from swearing off dating straight to marriage.”

“Quite the jump,” you simply offered in reply. “At least I’m stuck with Sirius and not some blood supremacist twat like my brother.”

“That is true,” Remus reasoned. “You could have been forced with someone who actually believes the rubbish their parents feed them.”

You felt comforted by Remus' words, confirming that Sirius wasn’t like both of your families.

The rest of the train ride was spent getting to know each other. It wasn’t hard to become friends with Sirius and his buddies. The longer you spent with them, the more comfortable you became with the idea of becoming Sirius’ wife. Don’t get me wrong. You still didn’t want to be forced to marry someone that you didn’t know or love, but you were comfortable knowing that he felt the exact same way.

Who knows? Maybe you could fall in love with Sirius the same way a plethora of other girls had.

The rest of your seventh year at Hogwarts went alright. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread that you and Sirius were to be married but for the most part, the gossip didn’t bother either of you that much. It’s not like the rumors were false, so what was the point in denying anything.

The only downside was the threats that a multitude of Sirius fangirls made in your direction. Nothing too serious has happened to you yet, but you knew soon enough that it would be too much for the wrong girl. Turns out, that time would come soon enough.

You were eating breakfast in the Great Hall, Regulus sitting across from you. Since he was to be your brother-in-law, the both of you became friends. You would also find out that he wasn’t like his parents either. He just wasn’t as outward of this fact as Sirius was. Watching what Sirius has put up with, he knew that he wasn’t brave enough to rebel and deal with the consequences.

Earlier in the week, a parcel came by owl for you. In it was a Black family heirloom, a wedding ring. You were told that you had to wear it from now on, even though you guys were still only engaged and not married. Of course, you didn’t argue, though.

You sat staring at the ring. On one hand, you hate what it symbolized. It was your own sick image of slave shackles that tied you down. On the other hand, “It really is quite pretty. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Sirius picked it out just for me.”

Regulus looked up at you as you spoke. He was confused for a moment until he noticed you glancing at the ring on your ring finger. He swallowed his toast and took a sip of his black coffee, “Well… I mean, it is charmed.”

You gave him a confused look, which only made him look back at you even more confused. His eyebrows raised, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” you questioned. You looked at the ring and tried to think of what kind of charm it could have been.

Regulus smirked back at you, “Well, Mrs. Black-” you glared at him, only making him smile harder at you, “-When the ring was first made for our grandmother's grandmother, or some other old bat, it was put under some kind of spell.

“It was always meant to be an heirloom and it was charmed to always look the way that the husband, the male with Black blood, wanted it to look. Hypothetically, it was supposed to be a symbol of great love because the husband should know what kind of ring their wife would like to wear. But with our family being the kind of family it is, it was mostly only ever worn as a symbol of possession.

“Rarely, did the husbands care enough about their wives to know what kind of ring they would like to wear,” Regulus finished his story. He was giving you an unreadable smile.

You stared back at him, your expression almost as unreadable as his, scoffing at him, “Well most jewelry is going to be pretty.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t that look like the perfect ring for you,” he smoothly replied.

You simply ignored him, finishing your breakfast. You did your best to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest at the thought that Sirius knew what your perfect ring would look like.

The ring on your finger only served as a reminder to all the girls at Hogwarts that you were to be Sirius’ wife, a fact that was not very well received by the female population. Before you had the ring, the most that would be thrown your way was dirty looks and glares, something you could easily handle. But as more and more people noticed the ring on your finger over the next week, the more serious it became.

You started to receive so much hate mail, that you started to only ever open up letters if they had the official Nott or Black seal. Most of the letters only said foul things to you. Not many people were aware of the arranged part of the marriage, mostly only pureblood Slytherins and Black’s friends knew about that, so a lot of the letters consisted of them berating you and wondering how you got the notorious Sirius Black to fall in love with you (A love potion being the most common guess. Because why would the perfect Sirius Black want to be with a nobody girl like you).

People really are dense these days. How could people possibly jump to any sort of conclusions when no one has ever seen you guys kiss… or even hold hands for that matter. The both of you were friends by now, of course. But that’s it. You guys didn’t just magically fall in love now that you are betrothed.

Well… one of you wasn’t in love. Over the course of getting to know Sirius more for the past few months, feelings did start to stir within you. But you always tried to squash them down as soon as you felt them. Which only made you hurt more.

You were going to get married… without your consent… to a guy that you’ve started to truly care for… despite the fact that he could never care for you the same way. It was all kind of sad, when you really thought about it.

You thought about how you were probably, inadvertently, just a symbol of his slavery to his family and their beliefs. Just as he was inadvertently a symbol of your slavery to your family and their beliefs.

But you were able to look past that. So maybe he would be able to look past it too and see the silver-lining to this whole thing.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you muttered a quicked Incendio at the pile of hate mail in front of you, burning it to ash. Slipping your wand back into your robes, you continued to eat your dinner in relative peace.

If only it could’ve stayed in peace. Two girls, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff that you didn’t even recognize, sat down on both of your sides. Your confusion was apparent, only widening the smirk on the two girls' faces.

Understanding what was going on, you rolled your eyes, “Do you guys need something?”

“What’s your secret?” the Ravenclaw girl inquired.

You simply continued to eat your food, unaffected by their intimidation. Dryly, you responded, “Whatever could you mean?”

The girls looked at you in disgust, before the Hufflepuff spoke up, “We want to know how you got someone as amazing as Sirius Black to fall for you. I can’t think of anything good about you.”

With another roll of your eyes (if you had a galleon for everytime you rolled your eyes because of these kinds of girls, you would be rich) you cooly replied, “Have you tried, having a personality? I’ve heard it does wonders in making people like you.”

Both girls huffed at your attitude before standing up. The Ravenclaw haughtily informed you, “You better watch your back, Nott. Wouldn’t want anyone to damage Sirius’ goods.”

Using her wand, the Hufflepuff spilled sticky juice all over you, leaving you floundering in shock. You sat for a second seething in anger, only growing more furious as the gross liquid seeped more into your clothes.

By now, most of the great hall was already watching what had happened but at the glare you threw at everyone, people were quick to go back to minding their business.

You got up quickly, making your way out of the Great Hall. You heard footsteps behind you and someone calling your name but you were too blind with rage to bother turning around to find out what they wanted. You had had enough of the girls in this school looking down at you for something that wasn’t any of their business.

You were almost to the girls washroom, when Sirius grabbed ahold of your arm. You quickly whipped around, seething, “What the hell do you want, Black?”

He faltered, unsure how to handle what was happening, “I saw what happened. Are you okay?”

You glared harshly at him, “Do I look okay to you?”

Gobsmacked, he hesitantly replied, “Well, what can I do?”

“Oh gee, Black,” you spit at him. “Maybe you could fix your fanclub who seems to think that I’m Satan incarnate herself.”

Your anger in the moment kept you from thinking rationally, you mocked, “Oh perfect Sirius Black. He’s so hot and amazing. How could a slag like you end up with a man like him?”

Sirius stood, shocked at your outburst but kept silent and let you continue to tear at him, “I’ve heard it all, Black. Your little group of fangirls are so deep into their delusions that they can’t even see that we aren’t in love. The only thing that they are capable of seeing is that I’ll be your wife, consensual or not.

“Those girls don’t even realize the pain it brings me that I’m forced to do this. Those girls don’t see the pain my family has put me in, time and time again. Those girls don’t see the pain they cause me with their vitriolic jealousy,” You finished your rant off, poking at his chest with each sentence. Breathing deeply after explaining how this all made you feel, you watched as he processed everything you said.

He seemed unsure of how to continue, until anger and what looked like insecurity started to cover his face. He moved your hand away (very lightly, you noticed) and started to step towards you as he raised his voice back at you, “Well what do you expect me to do about literally anything about this situation. I’m sorry that having to marry me is the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

“Sirius,” you sighed, regretfully.

But he was quick to continue before you could, “No, you got to tear me out, so now it’s my turn. Trust me, this hurts me too. I know how horrible our families and their rubbish traditions are. You are just as familiar with the abuse as I am, meaning that you know just as well as I do, that there isn’t anything that either of us can do against this.”

He took a step back and a deep, calming breath. He looked at you with an expression that was unreadable, “I wish there was something, anything, that I could do to help us feel less trapped but there’s nothing to do.”

You took a step closer to him, “Nothing about you, is the worst thing to ever happen to me. Really, if anything, you’re the best thing to happen to me. It’s because of you, that I feel less alone.”

At your admission, Sirius let out a breath of relief, as if you just lifted the world off of his shoulders. Was he really that worried about being a burden to you? You spoke up again, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. None of this is your fault and I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you.”

Sirius sighed, muttering the scourgify charm. The sticky juice was instantly cleaned off you and you already felt a little bit better.

Sirius grabbed your hand, holding it in both of his, “It’s alright. I understand what you’re going through. But we can get through this together.”

“You’re right,” you responded with a soft cry. You fell into his chest and softly cried out your frustrations. Sirius stood there, soothing you as best as he could, unwilling to let you out of his embrace.

“How about tonight, you meet me in the astronomy tower? We can do whatever, it doesn’t matter what. We can just hang out and forget about our families for once,” Sirius offered. He still had his arms around you in comfort.

Once your sniffles subsided, you hugged him just a little bit tighter, “That sounds amazing, Sirius.”

(A/N, I was thinking of doing a part 2 if you guys are interested. I was thinking it would be after the marriage but you guys still dance around the feelings you have for eachother. maybe you guys find a way to run away together too. i dont really know, yall let me know what you think)

#sirius black #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x you #sirius black one shot #sirius black fluff #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #female reader #fluff #fanfiction #arranged marriage #angst

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bulbabutt · 1 year

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i would never want to imply that 87 doesn't have issues writing women, cuz it really does (there's diet jokes, there's misogynistic dialogue, and one uncomfortable ...harem...thing...) but what surprises me most is how actually nicely the women can be written into stories when they show up? like case in point: mona lisa.

first of all, when i looked her up before watching this episode for the first time i had seen one picture and was so nervous to get to this episode like "god a girl turtle so she has hair and a pink scarf, and raphael has to comfort her? great its gonna be cringe" but it turned out i was super wrong. its a one off episode for her, but she captures your attention because raphael has fallen into her story (the same way the turtles as a whole in this series fell into april's story)

she uses raphael as a way to get into a party via hanging off his arm and pretending they're a couple, and then leaves him. the camera doesn't ogle on her, they don't make him infatuated with her, they just have him clearly confused by why a girl took his arm kissed his cheek and then left. and then he sees her acting suspicious so he follows her, sees her hijacking the ship and assumes she's up to no good, cuz this is a turtles episode damn it, shes probably the bad guy!

she doesn't take his shit and tries to tell him to leave cuz he doesn't know what hes getting into and thinks he'll get hurt (she doesn't realize he is a real ninja turtle) before the villain shows up. we get her back story, where we learn she's a physics student who was kidnapped by the villain and forced to work for him, to which she plays along with because she's clever, and she found a way to stop him from the inside. this gets her mutated in the process. raphael realizes hes messed up and assumed this was his story to figure out but it wasn't, he's interrupted her story. raph realizes hes made a mistake and has to help her fix it.

at no point do they actually write this as a romance (despite it being possible to read some dialogue as flirtation, it isn't overt) they're writing mona lisa as someone who isn't taking raphael's sass and is dishing it right back at him and us the audience. the fact its called "raphael meets his match" is so fitting because she's just as much of a character as he is, and the reason it became a ship is on the merit of the way she is written to be a character with her own story and her own personality first, and then as a companion to raphael second

and its kind of sad when i think about 12 mona lisa because, yeah shes this huge alien warrior who fights well, shes not a pretty character, but we don't get to know much about her before her new role in this story is to be the object of raphael's affection. in the end i think its a matter of the (male) writers thinking "well the original mona lisa is too cute and wears pink and she gets helped by the turtles so if we make her a COOL ALIEN WHO FIGHTS GOOD that will make her a stronger character" which is not how that works!

unlike 87, she gets multiple episodes where she shows up, but each time her role is the same. she's raph's girlfriend first and foremost. there's moments of inner turmoil in her, but it always comes down to her fighting for her people vs staying true to raphael. and since this show is about the turtles it puts her place in the story as being about him.

so to me, given the choice between a mona who's story raphael falls into, vs one where she's forced into his, give me the cute pink one any day. that's the stronger character between the two.

#tmnt #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt 1987 #87 mona lisa #yeah ive had a lot of thoughts about the women in this franchise and it seems like people might like hearing abt it?#this was in my drafts for a while #again..... we are only speaking about the agency of the women in question #not the shows as a whole #thoughts

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You lost Toji’s pay cheque

Featuring - Toji (contains spoilers)

re-blogs and likes are appreciated :))

Just fluff <3

You are in big trouble.

Toji gave you a cheque this morning before he went to work. He is in his usual tightly-fitted black t-shirt and grey sweat pants. You can never get tired of his physique. Lord his arms can just crush you.

"Just go to the bank and they know what to do, thank you kiddo. I am going now. Call me if anything happens." he gave you a kiss then headed out.

And you lost the cheque on your way to the bank.

If you remember it correctly, that cheque has 'USD$200,000' printed on it. Just thinking about it makes your whole body shivers. He never tells you how he got so much money every time, and you never bother to ask cuz you respect his privacy.

Although Toji seems to earn much, he never buys something expensive. He enjoys affordable healthy meal you two make together, staying indoors to watch documentaries on Netflix and cuddle (tho at the end you are not able to tell Netflix that you are still here cuz you are drowned in intense pleasure, Your man's stamina is no joke.)

'Shit... where did it go?' you check your bag once more, but unfortunately the miracle did not happen. Toji is out to work and probably will be back by midnight, so you got a lot of time to look around. You start searching from your shared apartment to all the places you have been today.

'Its already 9pm... should i look for few more hours? I am so tired.' You sit down on the bench to massage your legs. You went to a few police stations, the cafe you stayed this afternoon, and many places but none of them give you good news.

You feel like you about to cry cuz you lost such a huge amount of money. You bow you head down to hold your tears, suddenly you feel someone is standing next to you. You lift you head to see who it is.

"Kiddo- Wait what happened? Are you hurt? It's alright now, nothing bad will happen to you cuz I am here, come here baby." Toji immediately kneels down on one knee in front of you when he sees you are crying helplessly. He came home early today but found the apartment empty, it worries him so much that he immediately went out to look for you.

He cups your cheeks with his huge palms, gently massaging them. you want to see Toji's face but your eyes are too blurry, you can only feel the leathery skin of his palms.

This man fears nothing in this world, except your tears. He doesn’t fear how the Zenin family treated him before he met you, but seeing you cry is unbearable. He pulls you close to hug you tightly, left hand stroking you spine like you are a baby. A smell of sandalwood goes into your nose.

"Sorry I came late." He kisses the corner of your eyes, heart almost broken feeling your upper body shaking.

‘Did some bastards hurt you?’ A huge wave of rage fills his heart.

'I'll torture those bastards in the most terrific way possible.' Torturing someone is a piece of cake to him, he even kills people without feeling any sense of immorality. But he never lets you know.

"Toji I lost the cheque on my way to the bank… I am sorry." You spoke with few hiccups as you feel better in his arms.

"Mhm, is it the only reason you are crying? Please tell me you are not hurt." He didn't stop stroking you spine.

"No I am not, but I lost the cheque-'

"Don't mind the cheque, money means nothing to me when I've got you. Now let’s go home, shall we?” He turns around and gestures you to climb on his back, he is gonna carry you home. He gets up carefully to make sure you are holding on tight.

“Aren’t you curious of how i got this much money?” He asked on the way home. His muscular back feels amazing to lie on, it’s like you will never get hurt when this man is around you.

“You will tell me when you want to, everyone got secrets.”

‘That’s why you are so special to me.’ Toji knows he is not a person who expresses himself openly. But to you, he will try.

On the way home, Toji tells you how bad he was treated in the Zenin family. He never got financial support, even got locked up in a room full of curses. After becoming an adult, he earned a lot with his ability but he never found true happiness. Before he met you, he spent all his money in a speed of light cuz he was gonna earn them back anyways.

“Then here you are, a kiddo who suddenly runs into my life. You make me want to plan my future - a future that i am not alone. I start to enjoy simple things, i even developed a daily or weekly routine with you which i never thought of. So what’s so important with money if my baby is not happy?”

Toji feels surprised that he actually opens up to someone, and it feels good. He decides to tell you about his job someday, he needs time.

“I won’t let that happen again, i promise.” Your eyes become watery again.

“I have a method to prevent this from happening again.” Toji smirks.

“And what’s that?”

“Punishment.”

Seems you get into a real trouble this time.

#jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #jjk x reader #daddy toji #toji x y/n #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji zenin

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yupyor · 1 year

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† Glory Hole †

Summary • Things have always been heated between you and Billy, giving each other lewd glances and sensual lip-bites every time you walked past each other in the hallway. It's no wonder you ended up on your knees doing one of the most scandalous things one could do in the school's bathroom.

Y'all i tried being kinky😭😭😭 When i tell you this shit had me cringing!!!!

It took like 12 days(?) just for me to finish this LOL. This is my first time writing smut ever so i don't expect it to be good. kinda just wanted to post something and i was in the mood—👀—when i thought about this so. Haven't really proof-read it cuz if i do, then there would be no chance for this getting uploaded.

Warning : Smut? I tried to get real detailed with it but i honestly think i flopped so..... Bad smut ig?

It was unbearably hot in the room, the humidity of the air only intensifying the heady fumes left from the cleaning products the Janitor used in his dire chase for impeccability.

Billy was standing there before you, nothing but the thinness of the stall's wall separating you both and preventing you from staring into those seductive eyes of his. If it wasn't for the minor breach in the wall in front of you, you would have been completely oblivious to the beast of a meat sprouting before you.

You kneel on the ground, getting eye-level with the miniature hole serving as a direct entrance to the stall Billy was in, and breathed out.

The groan that resonated from him was so invigorating you couldn't help but train your eyes on the cause for it, the tint at the front-most region of his pants straining his tiny zipper, looking as if it were to buckle if the growing brute restrained by it were to expand anymore.

It twitched, movement eager, as if sensing your growing need to please it.

"Go on." Billy encouraged, his eyes fixating on the area he believed you to be, hands plastered up against the wall.

He couldn't see you, no, but his imagination and sense of touch had more than made up for that—your mere breath leaving him on edge. "Suck it."

And you do, the rawness of his voice sending goosebumps up the whole of your body, needy. It was magical, almost. The way those two words gave you a will to give in and serve him entirely.

You start off slow, lips parting as to increase the flexibility and cover-range of your tongue, and did one long, dirty, memorable stroke, the spit on your tongue soaking the once dry surface of his pants.

He moans, thrusting his hips forward at your contact, trying to make more use of your tongue.

You liked it.

That desperate need for pleasure he had.

It made him a different person. More submissive, even. The way his body would endlessly reaffirm your skill by trembling and twitching when you did something right.

Slow, deep breaths left him, his voice naught but low as he groans out your name, voice breaking.

Your tongue was a work of art that was slowly getting him to his wit's end, antagonizing him.

You take a step back, pupils dilating as you slowly inspect your doing. The crotch area of his pants was wet, entirely soaked through. You could more accurately make out the shape of his dick now—nothing but the word thick coming to mind as a fitting enough description for it.

That girth of his... It made you queasy—imagining what it would feel like to have something that looked nothing short of ethereal like that in you.

You cup it, touch delicate, and the first thing that came out of you was "Heavy," the mere weight of it sending a series of chills down your curved spine. You were enthralled.

Though that didn't last for long.

A deep, smug laugh reverberated against the thin walls, breaking you out of your trance and reinstating you, the volume of it close to mute. "Big, huh?"

You blush, unable to look away as Billy slowly unzips his fly, taking off the last of his clothing and revealing the bulging, quivering mass of flesh. "Imagine it six feet down your throat," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

The tip was red, the sprouting veins trailing from the base of his rod swollen.

His slit was leaking.

"Deep-throat it for me, baby, yeah?"

You swallow the lump in your throat, taking it in your palms as your pulse gradually slowed, eagerly getting up close and personal to fulfill that rumbling, seething need within you to just merge with it.

It was hard...

And warm...

And...and...There was no way you could deep-throat that.

You struggle to take a breath in, your words coming out slurred as you peel his skin back, the steadiness of your action making the rhythm of his breathing inconsistent. "….Yea."

He was uncut, the glistening layers of his foreskin a sight to see against the dirty blonde backdrop of his pubic hair. You swear you could permanently marvel at the way pre-cum kept oozing out of it.

Billy jerks his hips forward, the force of it tearing you out of your trance and reminding you of the task at hand. To please him.

Your strokes were slow, no doubt due to you still being dazed by your previous enthrallment.

He was rutting his hips against your pace—the motion causing a series of squelches to rebound the titled walls around you. If it wasn't for your mind completely prioritizing attending to the needs of the hunk before you, you would have long cringed at how loud the noises you were making were.

It made what you were doing riskier, especially taking into account that the doors were unlocked. If fate was as cruel as people thought it was, someone would've walked past the bathroom any minute now and immediately recognize what the two of you were doing purely from the sounds emitting from it.

You reach for the underside of his jewels, your approach delicate—as if you were smothering the most fragile thing in the world, and gently massaged them. He groans, his body shuddering at your touch.

You wish you could see his face. See the way his ragged breaths left him breathless. The way his pupils would dilate more and more the further in pleasure he fell—his eyebrows rising and falling in a mesmerizing dance, reflecting the pure, overwhelming ecstasy he was experiencing. The thought only encourages you, prompting you to take your attention away from his shaft and redirect it towards his glans, the action causing him to leak far more profusely.

The low, droning moans that leave him have you completely blanking, lost in the moment… Till he pulls back. You know why before he even hints at it, though. He was close, the eager throbs and bulging of his cock a dead giveaway.

"I'm close." He heaves out.

From where you're kneeling, you can see him resting his head against the wall, his sweat-soaked figure accompanied by his flustered breaths likely the reason for his chest's labored pace.

Billy looks at you, the deep blue eyes of his locking you in place. There was something in his stare that had you transfixed. Something primal, almost. Something… something dominating—you couldn't help but feel pinned down.

He wanted to claim you.

No.

Make a mess of you. Scent you.

He needed to. And if the strain near your crotch was of any indication, you wanted him to.

He once again approaches the hole in the wall, big, calloused hands guiding the thickness of his cock towards your mouth, his intentions more than clear. Suck it.

And you do. His scent was otherworldly. Hypnotic. The way it enchanted you to ditch all rationality. It was like falling in and out of consciousness, everything but his pulsing prick a blur restricted to the back of your head.

You open your mouth, your hold on it weak. It was thick. Too thick—and as you guided it in the direction of your throat, you could only hope it wouldn't scrape against your teeth. The action earns you another deep moan from him, slowly growing into that of a growl at the paced progression of your speed.

It started with soft pops here and there, a result of you going all the way to his base before pulling back, morphing into fast, wet slurps sounding the walls.

Billy was breathing fast, his head leaning against the right side of his upper-arm propped up against the bathroom stall, light-headed.

He was close.

You take your hands off of him, going as far down as you can with your gag reflex before taking a deep breath. His odor was far more eminent now. So intoxicating that you couldn't help but stay a few minutes there to just breathe him in.

Unfortunately for you,—or fortunately—that doesn't last long.

Billy pulls halfway out, not even giving you a second to react before he's thrusting back into you with newfound vigor and determination. Albeit still safe, his new pace is now haphazard and daring, igniting a spark of pleasure that neither of you had expected. It goes without saying that within a few minutes you're reduced to a slobbering mess of spit and tears.

He was thrusting deep into you, seemingly hellbent on proving your previous thought wrong.

"You like that?" He bemoaned. "Choking on my thick cock."

"Yea" Your response comes out muffled, and If it wasn't for the sly smirk that took Billy lips, you would have thought he didn't hear you.

"Fuck!" He groans, his body tensing as his throbs pick up to be something far more eager.

He pulls out of you, taking a step back before leaning his head against the stall's wall, his dick out and bulging in-front of you.

"Gonna fill you up with daddies cum."

You stick your tongue out, soft, needy moans erupting from the depths of your throat as you watch him jerk off, the overwhelming scent of his coupled with the erotic display before you sending your overstimulated mind into overdrive.

"You want that, huh."

"Yea."

"My hot, juicy cum inside you."

"Yes please."

He's gonna cum.

Long, thick strokes shoot out from the tip of his slit, the richness white texture of it a sight to see against the pinkness of your tongue.

Billy moans, a chorus of swear leaving his mouth as he goes thru his high, a series of shivers surging throughout his body. "...Fuck..."

His breath was less ragged now, opting for long, deep breaths as he marveled at the mess before him. He reaches his right hand out, caressing the side of your cheek and spreading the dense liquid around before removing his hand and placing it on you lip. "...Swallow"

And you do, his eyes glinting at your show of obedience.

He liked them submissive.

#x male reader #male reader #male reader smut #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #smut #first time writing smut #hahaha #I cringed so much writing this 😑#rlly hope this isn't as bad as it sounds to me #the amount of references i had to watch 😳#fics

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okay so hugo and varian as wolfwalkers. who bites who

OH UR NOT EVEN READY. IVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS AU FOR MONTHS!!!!!!!!! had 2 scour a discord chat for stuff bc i KNOW i’ve talked about this before and i was right hehe. OK LISTEN UP!!!!!!

k so. donella is a wolfwalker and has been since before she could remember. she accidentally turns ulla when they’re teens but it works out fine bc ulla thinks this is awesome so everything seems cool for awhile. and then ulla gets w quirin and she has varian etc etc u know the drill but all the while she keeps the fact that she’s a wolfwalker hidden from quirin. UNTIL. one day she ends up getting killed by a wolf hunter while she’s in her wolf form. donella sees it happen and has to go tell quirin. oof ouch. then she moves faaaaar away to try and move on. varian ends up not being a wolfwalker and quirin is like oh thank god. but lol sorry man that wont last long. and then the events of tts happen as normal varian commits crimes and goes to jail quirin gets amberified etc. then post tts varian is struggling to fit in and move on cuz he’s got no friends his age and most people in town don’t like him bc of his history and he just feels very lonely and like he doesn’t belong anywhere. and one day he’s just kinda hanging out in the woods outside old corona and he stumbles across a wolf. the wolf is hugo ofc. hugo backstory in a moment. so hugo sees him and assumes oh shit human in the woods he’s gotta be a hunter so he instinctively attacks him and bites him on the arm, before quickly realizes wait nvm this person has no weapons and obviously wasnt expecting 2 see me so he jumps off him and runs away. but too late varian has already been bitten. so he starts doing wolfwalkery shit and is freaking out and trying to figure out what’s going on while keeping is a secret from his dad. meanwhile donella finds out what hugo did and basically tells him to get lost bc he’s too irresponsible and put them both at risk by changing someone who was supposed to be uninvolved in this. and for reference hugo got changed into a wolfwalker by donella when he was a kid bc she figured it would make him a more effective spy/conman. now he can kill people as a person or as a wolf haha 2in1 bonus. so anyway hugo goes back and finds varian and meets him while in human form and tries to be like heyyyy hi i have absolutely no ulterior motives for talking to you. btw have you been having any weird dreams lately. and they sort of hate each other for awhile bc hugo blames varian for being the reason donella kicked him to the curb and varian is mad at hugo for biting him. and wait you know what would be funny what if donella wants to kill varian bc she sees him as a liability and what if she says hey hugo u can redeem urself if you kill him for me bc i know he trusts u and then uh oh choice time. meanwhile both varian and hugo and constantly trying to not get murdered by wolf hunters (quirin probably for extra angst) (maybe idk cass or eugene too even more angst) (this is excessively long) (have a good day)

#asks #im genuinely debating writing a fic #varigo

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Thoughts on the peck scene? (The product placement one). Cuz like, before that they had only had sex and no other romantic interaction. So that peck, although it might not be much compared to the other intimacy they already had, is the first romantic action outside of "one night stand" behavior, strictly speaking.

That's a fantastic point, Anon!

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT.

I have so many asks about BU, and I couldn't be happier about it. I'll be delighted to scream ALL OF MY WINTEAM THOUGHTS. So thank you for asking. :')

Okay SO I really like how they built up the tension in this episode! It's really clever, and it builds up emotionally AND physically.

First, Win visits Team's room to check up on Team, and he sets up a physical opportunity for Team to act on if he wants to. Team visibly doesn't, so Win backs off.

But then we get some conversation where Win reassures Team about their hookup, and then bam! We get physical contact! Team's not hesitant to touch him, even if it's just in service of getting Win out of his room so he can blush and smile against his door.

(My favorite part is when Win says, "Wait," you can see his fingers curling up to touch Team's hand. I'm going to cry and never stop.)

Then Win sets up another opportunity for Team to act on, and Team doesn't, so Win backs off. In UWMA, this was something he always, always, always did. He likes to give Team opportunities, and whether or not Team takes them is entirely Team's choice. I think it's the kind of thing that's in line with his rational perspective on other things.

The next time we see WinTeam, there's a wider physical distance at the beginning of the scene, but they're out of Team's main comfort zone now. It's still Team's car, though, so it's still a comfort zone. And they end the scene together inside the car, and Team allows it.

He admits-by-omission that he's done some net-stalking, which seems to delight Win because his boy is interested in him! One of my favorite things about this episode was how many times Win said some variation on, "Are you interested in learning more about me?"

I think that's why Win gets truly bold and pulls THIS move:

Truly, the fact that they end up together after this calamity of food theft is some legend-grade romantic bullshit.

And then we get BU's first Hook Arm! Familiar and beloved move from UWMA, I expect the Hook Arm to make more appearances. <3

Most importantly, their physical and emotional distance is lessening more and more with every scene.

While they eat, we have more emotional development. Win even calls him "nhoo"! Which is my manner of death!

Win takes Team to eat, buys him breakfast, carries their food, opens their bottles, just generally just looks after Team. He clarifies some preconceptions Team has about him, shares his background, and backs off as soon as he asks a question that makes Team uncomfortable. At the end, Win teases him and Team leaves, but he takes Win's bowl on his way.

Then we have THIS, the first fissure from an outside source.

Tul expresses his concerns, and I think this is when Win experiences a seedling of uncertainty, which is what leads to him going all-in with the kiss.

I think Win's the kind of person who's smart enough to lie well to himself. I think he takes kernels of truth and weaves a pattern between them to make it fit in his head. I think he's comfortable with his attraction to Team, and he's telling himself that he can handle the emotional side just as easily.

I think it's Win's rationality and penchant for logic contrasted with how desperately he wants to be needed and appreciated makes him so dear to my heart. He's doing just about everything right, but he doesn't believe he'll ever have anyone who stays with him.

The way Boun plays him is so heart-wrenching. He treats Team so gently, he's so careful with him, and he's already fallen hard, probably much faster than he could register what was happening.

And then this is subtle, but there's a moment in the locker room after Team swaps their places that Win leans close to resume where they left off in making out. He still lets Team come to him. Even now that they're both very much into it, Win constantly makes sure Team is still with him, that he isn't coerced into anything he doesn't 100% want.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I ACTUALLY NEED THESE WEEKS IN BETWEEN TO PROCESS AND BREATHE.

#between us #between us the series #winteam #win x team #team x win #i could talk forever about episode two but i need to finish the fic i'm writing about it first

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The Angel of Fennel’s Part 1

Hiiii! I was hesitant on posting this cuz writing fan fics is so personal to me so I kinda said screw it to see if people actually like it. This is part one of ??? I have practically most of the story written, so we’ll see :3 I just love Adrian so much so wkskjsjwjsj

*a couple disclaimers, this is a slow burn kinda fic. So if you’re looking for immediate action, I’m sorry this isn’t for you ;-; Eventually I’ll release some spicy stuff if it goes somewhere, but this part is super cute and wholesome. Also reader likes Star Wars!! (Am i projecting??? Maybe…) + I’m sorry if there are spelling mistakes (╥﹏╥) I’m sorry I’m cringe

Sexual references, cursing, you know it. Character is afab, uses she/her

if you like it plz lmk I’m insecure lolll

Working at Fennel Fields was probably the last job you expected yourself to have in your mid twenties. But alas, you’re finishing up school and are heavily in debt with student loans. However, what you expected even less was the fact that you enjoyed your job.

Maybe a little too much.

Now, you’re probably thinking, what could be so great about a job that pays minimum wage? With a restaurant that is so run down, with customers that throw fits and cuss you out? Well, definitely none of that. But it may or may not have been a particular bus boy with the goofiest smile. Adrian Chase.

You had been working there for a few months as a waitress, and were very well liked by all of your coworkers. You had a happy go lucky attitude and you managed to unintentionally charm the other employees to invite you to outings, but whenever you went, you noticed that this bus boy was never invited. Or at least he never went. He was the only coworker you hadn’t gotten close with yet. Adrian kept to himself, did his job, and went home. You held small talk with him a few times but never anything more. Still, you could tell there were more layers behind his awkwardness and chunky frames. And you so desperately wanted to peel them back. So you did your best to integrate Adrian into group conversations, and tried to get him to slowly open up to you. Even though you couldn’t figure out why you wanted to be acquainted with him so badly, you never stopped trying.

Walking into work at an early 8 am, you dismissively said hello to everyone, but walked straight up to the silly bus boy for his personalized daily greeting.

“Good morning, Adrian!” You gave him full eye contact and a tender smile, making him particularly nervous. The ends of his mouth slowly formed a smile as well.

“Hello, Y/N.” You held out your fist to give him a fist bump, but he kinda just froze, almost as if he had never seen a fist bump before in his life.

“Uhm. Here, you’re supposed to do this.” you delicately grabbed his wrist and pressed his knuckles to yours.

“See? It's like, the coolest, most awesome greeting ever.” you giggled a bit, hoping that this whole interaction didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Adrian knew what a fist bump was. Obviously. He and Peacemaker would fist bump each other after a precise shot to someone's head. A reaction to ‘Testosterone and adrenaline raging through our bodies’, as Chris would describe it, whatever than meant.

Yet in this context, it was just a sweet coworker, innocently requesting to press his knuckles against hers. Now all that was pumping through him were nerves and blood rising to his cheeks. He thought way too much about how gently you held his wrist, and how friendly you were trying to come off. And how the physical contact mixed with the conditioner you used in your hair this morning to keep your hair voluminous, mixed further with your adorable giggle. He never noticed any of that when Peacemaker fist bumped him, that’s for sure. The way he let his thoughts linger probably made you feel uncomfortable now as he froze, staring at you. But this was you, the kind girl who just stood and smiled, waiting for any type of reaction. Adrian, the huge awkward mess that he was, just stood uncomfortably, stared at you, and swiftly turned the other direction towards his working station.

You ruined everything. Fuck.

You thought about what you did your whole shift, thinking you did something completely wrong and messed up any chance of a friendship developing. Maybe grabbing his wrist like that wasn’t okay? Maybe you smelled bad, or looked weird? Too many thoughts flooded your mind after that strange interaction.

So you tried to suppress your shame and went about waiting tables.

In all honesty, Adrian couldn’t understand how he felt about you. Generally, he never considered being in a relationship or even liking a girl. He simply didn’t have the time for that, balancing regular work and… ‘government work’. He used to settle for meaningless sex from time to time as Vigilante, but that came to a stop after a while when he realized it reminded him of how lonely he was. Women could like him as Vigilante, sure, but they’d turn away as Adrian, and that made him feel even more hopeless than before. Adrian truly stopped trying to be himself, feeling like his personality was only visible with his mask on.

But then… you started working here four months ago. And working became rough. You were extra nice to him, made efforts to know about him, and accepted all of his weirdness. He couldn’t think properly anymore. He can see girls and think they are objectively pretty and move on, but whenever he looked at you, he developed this pit in his stomach that longed for you. His palms began to sweat and his heart skipped a beat and his breathing became irregular. Regarding his thoughts about you, he felt wrong, dirty, and pretending you didn’t exist really helped him focus on getting his job done quickly and leaving. The reason you guys hadn’t become friends sooner was because he tended to avoid interactions with you. But then you forced your way in, and began to say hi to him every morning, and waited for him as he finished locking up for the day, or snorted at a stupid joke he made, and those intimate thoughts of you became overbearing, distracting, and almost crippling. He would watch the way you interacted with your coworkers and make them instantly comfortable in your presence, and he yearned to let you in the way they did. You were super pretty, without a question, but you were also funny, and smart, and cool, friendly, and witty and thoughtful and everything in between. He just wished he had the balls to say something, anything at all to you. So he decided. Tomorrow was the day he would try to talk to you.

It clearly hasn’t been going well with his tense encounter with you from today. Great job, Adrian.

The following day, You and Adrian would frequently pass by each other as you went back to the kitchen and as he went to place drinks at the table you just took orders from. He would look at you and smile every time you passed by, which calmed your embarrassment from your interaction with him yesterday. He didn’t seem to think much of it, so why should you?

At your break, you sat at a table and watched some videos on your phone, playing with the straw of your water cup, when suddenly, Adrian sits down in the seat across from you, holding his lunch in his hand, still as flustered as he was before. He took a deep breath.

“Hi. Uhm. Can I sit here? Its okay if you say n-”

“Sure! Yeah that’s fine!” you shot back at him, putting your phone down and giving him your full attention. The fact that he asked made you a bit sad. It reminded you that your coworkers weren’t very nice to him, and that he was used to rejection. You wanted to show him that you actually were interested in his presence. This made you especially happy, because this was the first time he had come up to interact with you first instead of the other way around.

“What’s your lunch for today, Chase?” You stared at the bag he was holding, making him rather self conscious.

“Uhm. well I uh…” He dumped the bag’s contents over the table, dropping out a smushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a browning banana, a gogurt, and a capri sun. He put on a sheepish smile thinking you’d make fun of him, like Peacemaker or Economos would.

“Damn! Mom really gave you all the good stuff.” you chuckled, trying to make him relax around you.

“Hm? Oh no my mom didn’t make this, my mom is dead.” He said, extremely nonchalantly, as you widen your eyes at his response.

“Oh shit dude I’m sorry, I was just joking.” you cover your hand with your mouth, stunned, feeling even worse than earlier.

Adrian stares at you with wide eyes, and starts to snort and giggle.

“I’m kidding, we are just on bad terms.” He said again, just as detached as before. You stared down at the table, extremely confused, trying to figure him out.

“O-okay…” you said, eyebrows still furrowed. “I just meant that your lunch looks pretty good.”

“Uh. Thank you.” He paused for a few seconds then continued. “W-What did you bring for lunch? If that’s okay to ask.” he looked up to you from unwrapping his sandwich, with sweet doe eyes, peering through his chunky frames, fully attentive to you.

“Well you see…” you began stupidly grabbing an invisible bag and dumping it out just as he did, sound effects and everything, snickering at how stupid that joke was. “I have an invisible three course meal! Fills me with like, all the protein and vitamins I’ll ever need.” You had an obviously fake confidence, another attempt to make him more comfortable with you. He simply furrowed his brows.

“But there is nothing there?” Adrian questioned, very concerned. He was able to joke about his mommy issues, but having a fake lunch flew over his head? That’s okay. You started choking on your spit and began to cough, clearing your throat.

“Uh yeah. I was kidding. I didn’t bring anything. And I’m kinda sick of the food here, so I’d rather skip a meal.” You said a bit guilty, as you played with the flaking edge of the table with your index finger.

“That’s not healthy. I saw a post on reddit saying that if you don’t eat at least two meals a day, you’re 20 percent more likely to show early signs of dementia.” He was dead serious with this sentence. It startled you a bit, and you didn’t know whether you should question how trustworthy reddit was, or whether dementia had anything to do with how many meals you ate.

He leaned in a bit across the booth, saying “I don’t want you to get dementia.” As if the doctors were going to come out with test results from the kitchen and diagnose you. His concern was so adorable, serious or not. It made your heart jump.

“You want some?” He said, already handing you one half of his sandwich before you could respond. “It’s creamy peanut butter and seedless strawberry jam, I don’t like the way the peanut chunks or seeds feel on my teeth. I also cut off the crust. Empty calories.” He said as if that were important at all. You took the other half of the sandwich and bit at the corner.

“Thanks, dude, I’ll front you on lunch tomorrow.” He smiled back at you, and you guys sat in silence for a good few minutes. Adrian did want to say something, I mean, that’s kinda why he decided to sit with you. But he was nervous around you, and his mind went blank. He frequently glanced at your eyes and back down to his lunch. It was up to you to say something. Which, you didn’t mind because you enjoyed starting conversations, it was how to start it which was difficult.

You looked down at his apron, next to his name tag, at a Rebel Alliance pin. Finally, some subject material.

“Hey, I like your pin!” you pointed to it, and he looked down to see what you were talking about. He shot back up at you with wide eyes.

“You like Star Wars?” You have never seen him so excited.

You rolled your eyes, smiling, as you grabbed his gogurt and said in a passionate British accent,

“You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.” The man started blushing like crazy at how accurate your tonal shifts were. He was elated to find out you were a nerd too.

“Don’t lecture me, Y/N. I see through the lies of the Jedi.” he narrowed his eyes, but still maintained a goofy, comfortable smile. You finally got to him, a little nook into his interests, and that’s all that mattered. The way he lit up made you giggle. He was ready to continue the quoting when,

“L/N, break is over, back to work.” You heard your supervisor say as she passes by the table, eyeing you guys in a judgmental way. Adrian’s smile falters, as he shuts down again and puts his ‘work personality’ back on. Afraid to lose him, you leaned in, still in character, saying “I’ll be back for you, Adrian. I have some… Jedi matters in which I must attend.” you ruffled his hair as you heard him let out a chuckle, and he watched you walk back towards the kitchen.

And just like that, you and Adrian were friends.

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #dc comics #fanfic #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase fluff #i love this man so much he is my entire happiness it’s actually unhealthy

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themagnusbane · 1 year

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GAP The Series Episode 9 Thoughts

After the way we left things off at the end of episode 8, I really really need us to get an apology (or rather Mon should get the apology) in the first half of this episode, and for the truth about Kirk to be revealed. I'm tired of his ass and the drama his secrets bring, and I just want the sapphics kissing and fucking dammit!

So yeah, let's kick things off.

Aaaaand of course we're starting with my baby girl Mon crying her eyes out, with Sam's words ringing in her head. As someone who still remembers the horrible things my lovers have said in a fit of anger, this totally tracks. Words can't be taken back. It's why they haunt us, coloring our interactions with others, sinking their claws into the essence of who we are, and erasing our self-esteem with every trickle of their poison. Now, I know Sam is the way she is because of her witch of a grandmother, and Mon not telling her the truth about Kirk (which I still lay at the feet of Kirk because that piece of shit basically took advantage of his position and Mon's sweet nature to push her into keeping a secret she shouldn't have had to keep in the first place!!! He's just as terrible a boss as Sam!!), triggered those feelings of suspicious and distrust, causing her to lash out, but personally, I want to see her acknowledge that her words do hurt. Both truths can exist. Sam is the way she is because of the abuse she's suffered at the hands of her grandmother. But also, Sam's treatment of, and words to Mon, (not just what happened with Kirk, but since she started working for her), is horrible, and I really hope that this show has someone call her out on it, at the very least, cuz if I was the one in this universe and watching this mess, she won't like my words.

2. Y'all know how much I love this show, and these two women. They've been serving me EVERYTHING I wanted, since the very first episode. But I swear, I need to have a conversation with the writer. I find it very troubling that Mon's only upset right now, seems to be her worry that Sam doesn't love her anymore. There's a prioritization of Sam's feelings over Mon's pain in the start of this episode that just has me screaming at my screen at this point, because the writers in the room, made certain choices that I don't agree with.

3. But honestly, this is one of the most beautiful shot shows!!! That visual of Mon lying down on her bed, being surrounded by her mix of pink and white teddies and pillow, with her pale skin and pink lips and the black hair is GIVING!!!!!!!!

4. The way I hissed at Kirk's annoying voice and his talking about telling Sam the truth about his Facebook identity. Like DUDE, THAT IS NOT THE SECRET WE WANT YOU TO SHARE! Tell Sam about your backstabbing, traitorous ways!!! I swear, I can't believe I went from thinking of him as a good egg, to wanting to enter the screen so I can strangle his ass!!!

5. The audacity of him saying he's told Sam the whole truth when WE KNOW there's still more he's hiding from her. Trash! Trash! Also, Sam isn't jealous at your supposed affair with Mon because she wants you. She's jealous because her girlfriend keeps getting caught in compromising positions with your no-personal-space-respecting ass!

6. Kirk, don't try and be charming, it doesn't suit you. Don't try and flirt. Sam doesn't want you. Don't try and be complimentary, Sam doesn't need you to boost her ego. Just sit there and be the useless, lying fucker you are. Don't try and pretend to be someone you're not. We see you!!

7. I love how Sam thinks she can just show up, and Mon would jump to see her. Hell to the nah! Not after all the vile VILE things you said. Fuck that shit! Good on Mon for insisting on not seeing Sam. Make her work for it my darling. Make her WORK FOR IT!!

8. Shout out to Sam for recognizing just how amazing Mon's mum is, and that she's a core part of the reason why Mon grew up to be so gracious and lovable. Teacher Pohn, you deserve all the applause and all the flowers!! Take you for your generous spirit and your kind heart. Best mum award goes to you!! To think that both you and that witch of a grandmother exist in the same timeline. Smh. Honestly, whenever we get a glimpse into Mon's family and just the love she was raised with, I feel even sorrier for Sam. I imagine just how restrictive it must have been for child Sam to live with a grandmother like that, who's more focused on prestige and her bringing "honour" to their house, rather than Sam's own happiness.

9. Sam's heartbroken expression at Mon ignoring her and walking past, is breaking my own heart. Urgh!! See, this is why you have to be careful what you say, and realize just how much you can hurt the girl you love. You need to apologize Sam. Really apologize. Not the apology where you spin things around, and avoid stating exactly how you fucked up. You need to be honest, and own up to that shit, cuz you really really hurt your girl.

10. Mon's stepdad is awesome and he gives great advice. But I also resent the fact that what he's saying is from a position where he holds incomplete facts. He thinks that Sam and Mon's relationship is purely professional, and I can see why he believes that Mon's boss coming all the way to their house and patiently waiting to see Mon, after they had a "fight" is rare and commendable. But we the audience know that that isn't the case, and as much as I love his advise of speaking out and clearing the air by talking about the fight, I hope the writers find a way to work it into the conversation that Mon has every right to be upset, and that Sam is aware of that. But knowing the writers and how society has a way of villainizing anger as an emotion, I'm not holding my breath.

11. This is so unfair!! Khun Sam!! You know acting adorably is our weakness. How can you split between playacting like the little ghost baby and a dog in one scene??? How is Mon meant to hold onto her anger when you act so cute??? How am I????? Urgh!!! This is so unfair!!!!!

12. My baby Sam. Look at that honest, sincere apology!!! There was a bit of worry for a moment that she was going to gloss over it (girl, no one buys that when you basically called Mon a two-timer, you meant that in a "she's beautiful and clever" way. Don't try and play us.), but she powered through, and apologized sincerely and honestly. Sure she might have centered herself a little in the apology (would it really be Sam if she doesn't? Not like y'all should do that though. If you are apologizing and suddenly start talking about how the rift caused you to lose sleep, and how you don't feel too good, dial it back several notches. The apology is meant to center the aggrieved party's pain, not yours), but that was soon left behind as she was honest with her jealousy and was sincere with wanting to do right by Mon. You know what we call that????

13. Sam's pleased nod, at Mon loving the dinner set up has me grinning like a fool. Sam my beloved! Why are you so increasingly adorable???? Falling in love suits you so much my beloved!!!

14. And the gift giving!!! Her going to the same accessories stand that she had initially criticized for being "cheap", and purchasing matching bracelets for her and Mon??? Sam! My heart! Sweetheart!!! You are redeeming yourself at such a quick pace!!!

15. Hehehehehe. I love how drinking a scotch whiskey for them, is part of their foreplay for having sex. Rofl! You go my queens. Get it on!! Let loose! Get it on!!!

16. Gghjghjghjghjghjghjg. That little squeal of Sam when Mon pushes her into the pool. So fucking cute and adorable. Hehehehe.

17. I couldn't have been the only one who moaned at that shot of Mon looking down at Sam while the latter was in the pool right. Cuz fuuuuuuuck.

18. Aaaaaaand they are following it up with them making out in the pool. My mouth is dry. Fuck. This show is killing me. Sam's head being tossed back. The way she's licking her lips. The deep breaths. The fingers to her mouth. The camera panning to where we don't see Mon but we know she's there, tossing Sam's salad, and eating her out. Their two hands around Sam's throat? This fucking show! This fucking show. I'm too horny for this. RIP to my ass. This show has fucking killed me!!!

19. The fact that my eyes which have just been blessed by my lesbians, lesbianing, are now being tainted by Kirk and his heterosexual red roses, and entitled pushing of Sam to go on a date with him, is homophobic and should be classified as a hate crime!

20. Nita in that red jumpsuit though, is giving Scooby Doo-Monster unleashed!!!!

21. Aaaaand of course Nita noticed the couple bracelets. That sharp-eyed look, and the smirk after she makes the connection?? I WANT THIS WOMAN TO RUIN ME!! Just one night. That's all I ask!!!

22. Kirk strikes me as one of those pretty boys who get buy on their looks and have never had to really use their brains, which now that I think about is, an insult to those pretty boys because at least they have brains. Kirk doesn't even have an iota of a braincell cuz if he did, and if he use that singular braincell to think, he would have known that NEVER IN A MILLION LIFETIMES would Sam want to enter a joint-venture with Nita. Like how can you claim to be her fiancée and not realize this singular, basic fact?

23. I'm sorry, why... WHY would the writers think it is in ANY way okay for Sam to out Mon to Kirk? Her conversation with Kirk can easily stop at "I have a lover". That's it. That's all that she needed to say. But to bring Mon into this, to name her, to her soon to be ex-fiancee, in their workplace, when she is very much aware that her employees are nosy and they might even be eavesdropping on this conversation, and even if they aren't, WHY WOULD YOU OUT MON TO KIRK??? What the fuck!

24. Aaaaaaand she stalks off, after outing Mon, leaving her alone with her now ex-fiancee, a man who probably feels that he's been made a fool of... I have a migraine. With the way the writers keep writing Sam and the choices she makes, it's like one step forward and two steps back for me.

25. Nita taking the opportunity to hit on Sam is doing things to me because fuuuuuck, they look so good together, and you know shit would be smoking hot between them both!!

26. I love that Sam immediately shuts her down, but seriously Sam. This is twice in two scenes, back-to-back that you have outed your girlfriend, without confirming that she is okay with coming out. What the fuck are the writers thinking??? Why do they think this is in any way okay???

27. Sam's delusions in thinking that Kirk will "understand" has me shaking my head so hard. Girl, you give that man way too much credit. When will it occur to you that that man likes to make decisions on your behalf, without considering whether or not that's what you actually want???? You seemingly "broke his heart", admitted that you have been having an affair with the girl he's seemingly been bearing his heart to, and you think he's a-okay???

28. Ha!!! I totally called Yha and Chin having an affair!!! Sam's reaction to catching them is peak hilarity though!!! But, please tell me why I didn't clock that Chin has a wife?? Why didn't I know this? Was it mentioned, but I didn't remember it? Cuz I'm going through my memories of his character being introduced but I can't remember them mentioning his wife.

29. Sam's "I only come to work to look at your face" statement is so valid. I feel you on it girlfriend. Capitalism fucking sucks. Why work when you can be gay????

30. Yo! Are they about to have sex in the office????? Which no complaints, but is that door locked???? If there's anything we learned from the History that Shall not be Named, Also known as History: Salt is the ultimate villain, it is that ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR!! ALWAYS!!!

31. Sam's hand on Yah's head as she pushes her out of the office is sending me!!!!

32. GAP is giving me the workplace romance I didn't know I NEEDED!!! That sex scene in the office? Jesus!!! This show's making up for edging us for so many episodes !!! GAP is like "they took forever to kiss", and now that they have, there shall fuck on every single available surface, and I am utterly grateful to them for doing that!!! Hehehehe.

33. I'm sorry, how the hell is Mon standing in front of the mirror, and can't notice that her lipstick is smudged, and she looks well and truly debauched.

34. Yha's "ooooooh. Haaaaaaa. Ooooooooh". I AM DEAD!!! DEAD!!!!!

35. Too many people are learning about Mon and Sam's relationship. I suspect their relationship won't stay a secret for long, at this rate.

36. Cher is so hot! Fuck!!! All the women in this show are fucking hot. It's the hair, plus the shirt and the teasing. They just do it for me. The amount of sapphic representation we are getting in this show, is making me so goddam happy. This is what I want! THIS!!!!!!

37. The honeymoon vibes of this getaway is making me so happy. Add Risa and Cher's openly showing their love. The conversation about same-sex marriage in Thailand. This is perfect. I'm squealing so hard!!!

38. Aaaaaand of course they can't let us be happy for too long. Like I get why Mon is hesitating. She's idolized Sam for so long, and feels like she can't measure up to her. But sweetheart... SAM LOVES YOU!! Urgh! I thought the only opposition to them marrying would be Sam's grandmother. I totally didn't factor in Mon's hang-ups into the equation.

Looks like next week's episode has the honorable grandmother making an appearance and URGH!! WHY??????????? I've been thinking of who might have put her on Sam and Mon's trail, and I'm thinking it's either Kirk or Nita, cuz I only trust those two as far as I can throw them, which isn't very far!!!

Next week's definitely going to be a doozy. Brace yourselves everyone!!!

#gap #gap the series #gap yuri #gap episode thoughts #gap episode 9 #beckyfreen #freenbecky #sammon #sam x mon #mon x sam #becky armstrong #freen chankimha #noria watches gap

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psychosophy · 1 month

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Typing Crushed Olive Branch Charas Using OPS

I already typed Crushed Olive Branch charas but I wanna do it in OPS since I think Objective Personality is a better system than just typing using functions :P

As before characters belong to @calronhunt

Starting with Theron, I don't think I'd change his type from ISFJ, he's definitely overdoing certainty. He hates what he doesn't know, this can be shown in his unwavering faith to what his parents have told him. This could be seen as pro tribe (which he is, he's definitely pro tribe) but in this case it's more because he needs a sense of normalcy and his parents gave him that by telling him what to do.

Later on in the story he ends up leaning more to the tribe side, but this makes sense since it's his second most used function. This also means he uses blast, so he's not a jumper.

As for the functions themselves, Si>Ni in my opinion. He doesn't really care about looking under what he sees, he's very much a surface level thinker, he doesn't really look behind why Dom says what Dom says, taking everything as he says and rarely forming his own opinions from judging others actions.

As for fe or te, I could go either way but he's definitely more of a feeler in general. He's efficient but doesn't care to tell others about his efficiency, which points to fe/ti use more than te/fi use!

Final verdict, ISFJ ! Blast>Sleep>Consume>Play

Other typology stuff: Stuck between 9w1 or 6w5, though I think I'll go with 9w1 since he's more of a gut triad person. He's in tune with reality, and numbs his emotions to avoid pain (as shown when he decides to become FWB with Matthias instead of, you know, processing his feelings. He definitely has a strong 6 fix though

9w1

For his tritype, as stated before, strong 6 fix and proooobably a 4 fix? He definitely wants to be come someone different but a lot of that hast to do with internal homophobia and I've never been a fan of stereotyping LGBT charas as 4 but I think it fits Theron more than 3 or 2...3 would be my second best guess cuz he used to be VERY three like as a kid but that was due to his parents influence. Also Gut>Heart>Head

9w1>4w3>6w2

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FEVL

Melancholic [Dominant]

Lawful Good, Lawful Moral in 5x5

ISFJ Charas According to PDB: Fluttershy (MLP) The Narrator (Fight Club) Willow Park (The Owl House)

Closest Character to His Typing According to PDB: Blue Diamond (Steven Universe)

Dom I typed as an ESFP before, and I'm kind of conflicted in OPS. He DEFINITELY isn't overdoing chaos, he cares way too much about the tribe for that, but I also don't really see him as using blast or play? If I had to pick one, I'd say blast, he's not energetic enough to be play imo.

He's definitely tribe>self, which might seem weird considering how selfish he is, but his selfishness comes from external validation, not internal validation. He cares how others see him, and he forces those ideals onto others as well.

Next is functions, he's definitely more of an Fe user, his ti is so fucking weak I'm sorry bro...he doesn't care about efficiency at ALL he cares about others values first and foremost

As for Si or Ni, I'm nore sure? I see more Se than Si so I'mma go with Ni cuz of that but tbh he could use either

Final Verdict: ENFJ! Blast>Consume>Play>Sleep

Other Typologies: DEFINITELY heart triad, either 2w3 or 3w2 though I think I'll go with 2w3...he wants to be loved more than he wants to be looked up to. Though he is very proud of his abilities and is quite vain, his pride and love-need trump both of those aspects

2w3

For tritype, heart>gut>head, I'm thinking 8 and 7-fixed, though I could also see a 9-fix but he's a bit too confrontational for that. He isn't one to hide his feelings through numbing, he's someone who ignores his problems with his hedonistic tendencies (usually sex) which fits 7 more than 9

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VFEL

Choleric-Sanguine

True Neutral, Neutral Impure in 5x5

ENFJ charas according to PDB: Monika (DDLC) Iroh (Avatar) Rarity (MLP)

Closest Character to his Typing According to PDB: Scrap Baby (FNAF)

Matthias is definitely overdoing independence, he DEFINITELY isn't overdoing chaos/certaintiy and he's not pro-tribe either. He's also very much just. Fi dominant. I cannot think of a better function for him LoL

If I had to say, INFP would make the most sense since I don't see much Se usage

This is so short I feel like I should explain but I cannot. He is so INFP the only other possibility I could see is ISFP but INFP just makes way more sense imo.

Final Verdict: INFP, Consume>Sleep>Blast>Play

Other Typologies: HONESTLY. Not very sure ? I think he's a 6, he keeps a warm facade as to keep his own security, even when others walk all over him, though this could also be seen as him merging with others emotions and putting them before his own...but also if I type him as a 9 the correlationists will kill me so I'll stick with 6. Also, he's more head than gut LMAO

6w7

Head>Gut>Heart, 9-fix for gut and then 4 for heart? Not exactly sure, could see 2 as well, DEFINITELY not 3 though. Honestly, I'mma go with 2-fix since he has such a high love need and shows little envy

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RLUAI or SLUAI

ELFV

Pheglmatic [Dominant]

Neutral Good, Social Good in 5x5

INFP Charas According to PDB: Shinji (NGE) Belle (Beauty and the Beast) Spider-Man/Peter Parker (Marvel Comics)

Closest Character to his Typology According to PDB: Annaka Haruna (Nichijou)

Nerissa is also overdoing certaintiy, but imo she's sleep>blast, meaning she's a jumper. Her need for certaintiy and lack of chaos isn't shown as much but she's the one who keeps the patrols most structured, so this is mainly a guess extrapalated from that.

Si or Ni would make sense, but I think lower Ne makes sense since she doesn't really care about taking in multiple ideas, she prefers to look at the environment as is to come to conclusions (showing more sensing than intuition) but tbh I could see Ni as well. She's very analytical, and thinks in very structured ways which fits Ni in OPS well...definitely more like than keep brainstorming and throwing out different ideas but ! IDK !!!

Also Fi/Te, cares more about her own emotions and external efficiency, she wants things on the outside to go well, and also cares more about her own emotions than others, which makes her come off as cold.

Final Verdict: Either ISTJ or INTJ ? Not really sure but I'll go with INTJ...Sleep>Blast>Consume>Play

Other Typologies: Definitely head triad, prolly a 5 but could see 6 as well!

5w6

Head>Gut>Heart, gut triad is probably a 1 and heart triad is prolly a 3

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LVEF

Melancholic [Dominant[

Lawful Neutral, Lawful Moral in 5x5

INTJ Charas According to PDB: Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto) Wednesday (The Addams Family) Batman (DC Comics)

Chara Closest to Her Typology According to PDB: Stanford Pines/Grunkle Ford (Gravity Falls)

Other Charas I'm mainly vibe typing LoL:

Eva: ISFP, 9w8, 974, SCUAN, FELV, Phlegmatic [Dominant], True Neutral or Neutral Moral

Cicero: ENFJ, Skipping enneagram cuz IDK, SCUAI, EVLF, Phlegmatgic-Sanguine, Neutral Good

Roman: ESTP, 8w7, 837, SCUEN, VFEL, Choleric [Dominant], Chaotic Neutral or Rebel Moral

Skipping Luna cuz I'm unsure

Trevor: ENFP, 7w8, 792?, SCUAI, VEFL, Sanguine [Dominant], Chaotic Good or Rebel Moral

Skipping Kiera cuz I'm conflicted on his type as well....he's either ISTP 9w8 or ESTP 8w9 but. Not sure LoL

If u want me to expound more on what these mean ask :3 I would've in the post but then it would've been sooo much longer LMAO

#Crushed Olive Branch #CoB #Typology #Personality Typology #MBTI #Enneagram #Big 5 #Psychosophy #Temperaments #Alignments

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stopthatfool · 7 months

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Concerning getting to know one's fic writer, inquiring minds must know: 8, 16 & 18

Inquiring minds would also like you to choose one question you're hoping someone will ask and answer it! (It always pains me when I desperately want to discuss something, but the prompt is never picked! So, pick that question! :])

Thank youu, I can't wait to learn more about your writing process!! <3

Woodsy!! Thank you so much for the ask (omg i'm so excited to answer these)!!

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or ending of a story?

Hmmmm... I think when it comes to fic writing I like the middle. Because i can just keep adding things and I don't have to worry about tying it all together to actually mean something. And the beginning is very intimidating. It's like the first page of new notebook or sketchbook. And the ending is very scary too, cuz that means it's over!

It's interesting though because whenever I watch movies, TV shows etc., etc., I always like the first movie/episode/season the best!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I have kind of a one track mind when it comes to writing, so I'm pretty much only thinking of Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. and that 'universe' (omfg why did i pick such a long name). BUT! I have been playing around with the idea of telling this story through the perspective of Ice... I would love to get up all inside his head and figure him out!

I've also been thinking about like a 'prequel' to this story. Like what happened in '86 and when 'my' Mav and Ice taught at TOP GUN together. I, of course, have ideas and I have alluded to what their relationship looked like in flashbacks and some of Mav's internal monologue, but I think eventually I would love to actually put it in writing and map it all out.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with these titles?

I came up with the title of this fanfic during the writing process! And all of the titles are lines from Richard Siken's Crush-- which i had just finished rereading as I was writing the first part of the first chapter. The line "Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me." really stuck out to me as I was thinking about IceMav, because I've always really liked Val Kilmer's teeth (which sounds weird as i type it out.... but it's purely from an artistic standpoint and fascination). So the jeep that Ice has in the fic, along with the coffee scene after Mav is let out from the hospital were really inspired from this line!

As for the chapter titles, I decided to keep going with the Richard Siken theme. Whenever I need a break from writing, typing, or editing, that's when I begin to brainstorm chapter titles. I'll look back at my fav lines that I wrote down, or I'll just straight up reread poems to find something that fits whatever things are happening in that chapter.

Initially, chapter 6's title was "Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you" because of the first scene when Mav holds out a plate for Bradley. It wasn't until guns were brought up for like the third time that I changed the title to "It's a down right shoot-em-up."

Anyway! Long story short, it's just a process of going back and forth and reading poetry!

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from emotional experience?

(the question i picked myself) I absolutely feel what the characters feel and draw from my personal experiences!! Most of Bradley's expressions of anxiety and sadness is inspired from my own teenage self (which was absolutely traumatic to look back on). Along with Bradley wearing Carole's old bracelet and Nick's old t-shirt!

One of my biggest goals within this story (along with other things), was to make these characters more human and really focus on their struggles-- therefore i write about things i know, aka my own personal experiences. Which can sometimes make things difficult to write, but usually it's okay!

Thank you so much for the ask Woodsy!! This was so much fun!! <333

#stopthatfools obsession with Richard Siken makes another appearance #i just think val kilmer's teeth are neat #they're so straight #and they fit really nice in his face #so cuz i like Ice's teeth so does Mav #maybe i shouldn't be going to art school #maybe i should be a dentist instead #icemav #iceman #maverick #top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav fanfic #your jeep. your teeth. the coffee that you bought me.#writing ask game #stopthatfool writes #stopthatfool goes crazy and explodes

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chxna-cheeseycake · 1 year

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I feel like talking more about my Dante and Gene Swap AU but this time I will just mainly write out some quick hcs and shit because I don't feel like writing long paragraphs rn lmao. Anyways, enjoy my silly thoughts under the cut!

-Gene's hair is pretty long because he was technically homeless for awhile and didn't have much money so he didn't really have the means to cut it. Same thing goes for the stumble on his face.

-He actually starts liking his long hair though so it's chill with him. Most of the time he just throws it in a low ponytail and calls it a day.

-But Aphmau, Nana and/or Cadenza insist on styling from time to time so he just lets them have their fun. Gene does like the hairstyles they do for him so he appreciates it.

-Naoko (aka Nekoette) does the same thing for him post 15 year time skip which Gene finds really adorable and sweet <3

-Also I just want to make it clear that Gene will not be the father of Naoko and Dmitri cuz I just don't think it really fits with where I want to take this AU

-So Naoko's dad abandons her and Nana when Naoko was a baby while Dmitri's dad actually does die before he was born.

-However, Gene does act like a father figure to the both of them and even helps Nana co-parent Naoko after Naoko's father leaves. Gene and Nana remain as friends though and that's it. No romance here peeps sorry not sorry.

-Gene and Nicole are also just friends but they're friendship gets ruined after they get into a heated argument regarding Nicole leaving for Scaleswind. It'll take a long while for them to resolve this issue of theirs and reconcile.

-During the 15 year time skip when people started coming back to Phoenix Drop to rebuild the village, Gene is very hesitant to take the role of head guard even though the other villagers want him too.

-To be fair the last time he was head guard of a village things didn't go so well...

-So yeah, Gene has a good reason to not really want to take the position of head guard. But he then he starts thinking about how the people of Phoenix Drop need someone to protect them. How Levin, who will soon become a lord, will need a head guard to serve and protect him by his side.

-Only then does Gene decide to take on the role of head guard because people need him and he wants to once and for all prove that he is once more worthy to be dubbed a head guard.

-It's a daunting task of course and past trauma keeps making Gene terrified that he'll mess up again and put his newfound family in great danger. He needs some reassurance that he's doing great at his job and eventually he does realize that he's good enough and makes an excellent head guard.

-Nana tells him that Dante would definitely be proud of the person Gene has become which makes him tear up but with like happy tears of course.

-This AU can be pretty much summed up as Gene getting a redemption arc (that's also written a bit better too cuz that redemption arc in Mystreet... def needs a little work is all I'm saying oof).

-But speaking of Dante, I finally figured out what I'm going to do with him in this AU!!

-I decided to just go all the way with the swapping and make him come back as a Shadow Knight. But since Shadow Knights don't age if they died (at least that's what I recall anyways) Dante here is still like 12 years old when he becomes one.

-Which is very fucking hilarious if you ask me because Dante will be Shad's right hand man like canon Gene so imagine being a Shadow Knight and having a middle schooler be your superior lmao.

-Sasha was absolutely floored by this when she woke up in the Nether as a freshly born Shadow Knight, learning that this literal child is the goddamn general of the Shadow Lord's army.

-Though she still respects him despite the wacky age difference between them lol.

-Also Big Sis Sasha moments because she knows in her heart that this kid definitely went through some shit if he ended up as a Shadow Knight. So even if Dante recoils at the thought of vulnerability, Sasha treats him like a little brother at times and gives him some comfort here and there when it's clear that the kid is especially stressed out.

-Sasha often wonders why Shad decided to turn a whole child into a Shadow Knight in the first place. And a part of her, the old her buried deep within, finds this whole thing disgusting but it's hard to notice with how buried said feeling is.

-Now why did Shad bring Dante back as a Shadow Knight even though he was just a little guy? Obviously because he was in a silly goofy mood duh.

-Nah but seriously, the reason why he did that was because he saw some sort of potential in Dante's restless spirit. He thought that the boy would be naive and therefore easy to manipulate. All he had to do was change up some of the kid's memories and he would have an excellent soldier by his side.

-So Shad messed with Dante's memories and made the kid believe that his older brother purposefully murdered him and had no remorse in doing so. This greatly upset Dante and so Shad took this as his chance to encourage Dante to get revenge on Gene and convinced the kiddo that he could do that by becoming a great and powerful Shadow Knight.

-Dante agreed as he felt such intense hatred towards Gene now and would do whatever it takes to enact vengeance against his big bro. Eventually, Dante became such a good Shadow Knight that Shad made the little dude the general of his army. He also saw Dante as his son so Dante highkey gets special privileges that other Shadow Knights don't.

-Those special privileges turned Dante into a spoiled brat so if people don't listen to him or if things don't go his way, he gets very fucking pissed which is def not good as he is no ordinary bratty kid. We're talking about a kid with Shadow Knight abilities that allow him to slaughter several people in the matter of seconds if he so chooses. He's general for a reason so it's best to keep him happy or else you'll certainly be dealing with a ticking time bomb.

-Would it be correct for me to say that Dante is a demon hellspawn child because that's pretty much what he is.

-And then there's Gene who's a sad, angsty and disheveled heap of a man which makes this AU almost perfect in my eyes lol.

-I don't remember if this is 100% canon or not but I think Shadow Knights can shapeshift to some extent because I remember Zenix doing something like that in S1. But anyways, I bring this up because Dante absolutely uses this power of his to make himself at least a little taller cuz dying at 12 meant that he never got to have any growth spurt so he died short (big L moment lmao).

-He does this mostly because he hates being so short but it's also because he wants to make himself look a bit older as there have been quite the few instances of newbie Shadow Knights not treating him with respect because of his age.

-For reference, Dante was like 5'1-5'2 when he died but he uses his shapeshifting abilities to make himself appear closer to 5'5 most of the time but sometimes he'll get lazy and some other Shadow Knights will be a little confused on why their general shrunk out of nowhere.

-But even with the shapeshifting, it's still easy for others to tell that Dante is a child simply because of the way he acts at times. No amount of shapeshifting can hide that after all lmao.

-Now here's an angsty thought for y'all, Laurance knew about Dante being a Shadow Knight before meeting Gene but obviously didn't know that Dante was Gene's brother. However, once Laurance found out about Gene's whole backstory he decides not to tell Gene about Dante being a Shadow Knight as he wants to spare Gene the grief.

-Laurance does tell Aphmau and Garroth about it who also decide that it would be in Gene's best interest if he didn't know about the whole Dante thing. They think that Gene finding out about it would ruin any healing he has done but they're also afraid how Gene would react to just hearing that info.

-But Gene eventually does find out about his little brother being a Shadow Knight after the 15 year time skip when Sasha gets taken into Phoenix Drop's prison. Sasha first taunts Laurance and Aphmau for hiding such information from Gene and warns them that it's only a matter of time before he finds out.

-And when Gene heads over to the prison to check up on Sasha, that's when the truth comes out. She outright tells Gene that there's something that his friends have been hiding from him and explains what that something is. Gene is baffled and doesn't want to believe it so he confronts Aphmau and Laurance about what Sasha told him.

-Aphmau and Laurance aren't too happy about Sasha exposing them like that but they also expected that this was something she might do after she gave them that warning. So yeah they confirm that what Sasha said about Dante was true which really upsets Gene.

-But like can you blame the man? Technically speaking, they've been hiding this information from him for 15 years which is a long time to be hiding the fact that his younger brother was back and now a Shadow Knight bent on revenge.

-Gene wouldn't want to talk to Aph and Laurance for a bit but in the meantime Nana is there to comfort him because learning such news was definitely not easy for Gene.

-Laurance and Aphmau understand that Gene needs some time to process all this so they respect his wishes and leave him be until he's ready to talk to them again.

-And they do!! It doesn't take Gene all too long to talk things out with Aph and Laurance so they're chill now.

-Gene also can understand why they didn't want to tell him about Dante as that news was pretty hard for Gene to grasp after all.

-Gene needs a really big hug because man am I putting him through the wringer right now oof.

-While Vylad didn't have many interactions with Dante in the Nether, I still imagine that Vylad knew enough about Dante to pity the kid. He knew that there was no way that Dante was always like this. He always assumed that Shad did something that turned Dante into this heartless Shadow Knight general.

-Laurance felt the same way and would actually try to get through to Dante during his initial time in the Nether but it was no use. Dante didn't listen to him one bit and still seemed ever so dedicated to the Shadow Lord.

-And then there's Zenix who would gladly punt Dante off the nearest cliff if he could. He absolutely hates Dante for the sole fact that a 12 year old boy is somehow more worthy of being general of the Shadow Lord's army over him. Zenix is very bitter and thinks Shad has lost his goddamn mind for choosing a damn kid to be his right hand man.

-Dante also hates Zenix as he doesn't like that the other is getting in the way of all of his plans. And as mentioned before, Dante can and will throw a massive (and dangerous) fit if things don't go his way. Also it's absolutely canon to the AU that Dante has at one point kicked Zenix in the balls while in the middle of an argument. It was very unprompted and out of the blue so poor Zenix never saw it coming until it happened.

-Queue Shad watching this happen and lowkey trying to resist the urge to not laugh hysterically (spoiler alert: he's doing very bad at that).

-Also canon to the AU is Shad being a proud father of his gremlin Shadow Knight son that bites people without hesitation and whose favorite hobby is committing arson.

Okay so I don't have any other ideas right now so take this stupid ass meme I made in like 10 seconds. This AU is very fun for me to write about so this def won't be the last post I make about it!

#mcd #minecraft diaries #aphmau #mcd gene #mcd dante #mcd au #mcd gene and dante swap au #i know there are other characters i could tag #but i am a lazy bastard that doesn't feel like doing all that lmao #also i just wanna say thank you to all the peeps that seemed to really love the first post i made about this au #genuinely didn't think anyone would care too much about it so i big preesh y'all so much <3

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