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insomniacships · 2 years

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3 10 11 15 insert asks GOO!!!!!

HI ACHILLES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU i already answered 11 and 15 so i'll be answering just 3 and 10 here BUUUUUUT this is gonna be a long post so get ready cause i'm also gonna talk about individual dynamics here and dropping a bunch of lore because it's one like...... massive polyship (between poly c.om.bat and bite and sylv) but i'm also lore dumping about bite and its family too because there is So So much. it's confusing but i promise it'll make sense

also i'm not kidding when i say this is a long post. i think under the cut alone it's like 4 pages long or something lmao

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

i am obligated to start this off with sylv. xhe cares about bite dearly due to the two of them being partners. they were partnered up during their time in the agency together, which led to bite falling head over heels for xher first, then turning to xher reciprocating his feelings. bite is basically xher feral fluffy haired golden retriever boyfriend and it is so so happy to live like that.

i hope it's okay for me to talk about zat here as well because i feel like their friendship could be so complex and i have so so many thoughts. i think zat's okay with him when he's calm, since he has his moments when all he's doing is relaxing. i do think they also find it rather startling when he's like. "huh i'm covered in blood again" and he just. doesn't do anything about it. when bite's terrorizing them, though, that's a different story. bite's a fucking menace and will constantly tease them if he's in the mood. so i'd definitely say their friendship is complicated.

his eldest brother, grim, has a lot of respect for him, despite finding bite absolutely obnoxious. grim was originally positioned alongside jeb to protect the sheriff, but as things got more chaotic over time, he decided to step down when jeb did. when jeb returned with his saviour complex, grim stayed behind, wanting to live as peacefully as he could. when his path crosses with bite's, he greets it with kindness and protectiveness, though he also worries, considering bite is literally the dating the person he and his siblings were working to kill/protect others from.

his sibling, gambit, is an engineer. an important thing to note here is that gambit and acid are twins. gambit is also definitely the more... reserved of the two. they prefer to work quietly where they can, though acid will drag them out of their shell for fights. they feel pretty neutral about bite, more of their anger and aggression is fixated on hank than bite.

his brother closer to him in age, acid, has a lot of mixed feelings about him. acid is very sure of himself in the sense he's doing what's right in being part of the agency, and finds it frustrating that bite just up and left like that. he was the first to point fingers and call bite a traitor, and does not hesitate to point a gun at his younger brother when their paths cross. acid also happens to be a soldat.

hank originally didn't care for bite much at first. it took a lot of time for them to warm up to his chaos because, in their eyes, it was like having a second de.im.os around, and that was already pushing it for them. once they did warm up to him, though, they quickly became very protective of him and they make sure they don't accidentally crush him, since he's the smallest of the group (unless we're counting zat here. haha zat's tiny. i say as bite is literally one inch taller than them. anyways)

doc tolerates him, for the most part. he originally saw bite's skill and thought he could be helpful, though he quickly learned about bite's need for chaos, which has earned him many grey hairs. every time bite opens his mouth, doc ages another year.

de.im.os absolutely fucking ADORES bite. their relationship started as a game of gay chicken (yes i'm making this canon fuck you) because the two of them thrive on chaos together. it drives doc absolutely fucking insane because of the amount of times he's had to patch them up after they do something stupid. they're partners in crime. it's terrifying.

sa.nfo.rd also cares about him a lot and he kind of serves as more of a... voice of reason to de.im.os and bite. but barely. i guarantee you, these three are fucking insane when they're in the same room. the three of them also make for a VERY powerful group in a fight, since the three of them are willing to cause bloodshed without hesitation.

tricky and bite are.... something. they don't particularly like each other, but they don't hate each other, either. bite takes advantage of the fact that tricky's kind of fucked up in terms of the improbability drives, and in a more normal sense outside of canon, they'd probably be like... two guys that hang out that don't really like each other that much. the best way i can think to name their dynamic would be like frat boys but to the left. just. fucked up chaos. i literally cannot explain it more than that.

jeb.us can barely stand him. he finds bite so fucking annoying. like. he sees bite and just goes "can he shut up for FIVE MINUTES" cause in my mind jeb is just a tired old man. let him rest. but noooooo bite is a fucking menace to this man and goes "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PUT UP WITH ME ASKING YOU STUPID QUESTIONS." if i had to explain their dynamic to you all, it would be this. bite goes "GOD HAS LET ME LIVE ANOTHER DAY AND I'M ABOUT TO MAKE IT EVERYBODY'S PROBLEM" and jeb goes "if you're not careful i'll smite you where you stand."

he's barely had any interaction with the sheriff. at one point bite told him to "suck it" but that's pretty much it. rip sheriff.

au.dit.or wanted him dead rather quick. bite was quick to turn on the agency, and due to his skill, the au.dit.or was quickly feeling threatened and started grouping him in with hank and the others in the list of those he wanted to get rid of. he also finds bite incredibly frustrating as bite will taunt the fuck out of him AND has flipped him off on multiple occasions.

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

grim worries about his younger brother's relationship quite a bit, seeing as bite is dating hank. he's constantly worried that bite has gotten himself put into danger or that he'll get hurt, but he also supposes that the job he and his siblings had as agents were far worse in terms of danger.

gambit could honestly care less. they don't care much about their younger brother's choices, they just wanna be left alone to do their job in peace.

acid, on the other hand, fucking hates that bite ended up in the relationship that he did. acid is under the impression that, due to bite's decisions, it has become a traitor to its family and to the agency.

tricky thinks bite needs better taste than hank but doesn't really care. just means more targets to him, more to taunt, more fun to have and more chaos to cause.

jeb thinks bite's more trouble than it's worth to worry about. for that reason, he chooses not to get involved in knowing about his relationships.

sheriff can't say shit cause he's dead lmao

au.dit.or wants all of them dead. that's it. that's the post.

i love how this post went from lore dumping to just memes by the end. anyways i hope this satisfies your need for lore. i Will be making another big lore post but for now this is it

#insomnia has answered.txt #achilles tag.txt #i just realized i need to add some. odd tags for this even though it's not like actually odd? it just feels odd to need to put them in a #post like this but it's like. ma.dc.om is so fucked up i have to account for those tags #religion mention #blood mention #ask to tag #violence mention

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tojisun · 5 months

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toxic biker! simon is so illicit affairs coded 😔✋🏼 (the taylor swift song)

oh but the way i screamed because YEA!!

i wanted to add more depth to their relationship bc surely the reader isnt holding onto him just bc hes good looking… so, uh, it kinda turned out long (2.4k words) again :’>

!! smut - minors dni; age gap; not a happy ending fr; the bike disappeared i fear 😭 // biker!simon mlist

you get the call in the middle of your date, your phone ringing from the inside of your bag.

your date, johan from your poli-sci class, pauses from his ramblings, his voice trailing off as the comfortable buzz between the two of you is broken by the familiar ringtone of your phone.

you shoot him an apologetic gaze and he just shakes his head with a gentle chuckle, understanding shining from his eyes before he turns to his drink – lemon snaps, of all things – to give you privacy. you fumble for your blaring phone, your brows furrowed in displeasure as you fish it out, only to feel something akin to a cold shower dousing you as you see the name.

you freeze, steady hands beginning to tremble as you continue to stare at the caller ID: si <3

“…won’t you answer that?” johan asks, ripping you from the startling silence of your thoughts.

“huh?” you say unintelligibly, your mind still reeling over, before you blink the haze away and focus on johan, seeing his pretty eyes watching you with worry.

oh, johan.

“yeah, uh, no, actually. it’s no one important, really.”

the stammer of your speech clearly didn’t slip from his notice but johan doesn’t probe, noting the sudden discomfort lining your body, and nods distractedly.

the ringing of your phone stops, finally, and you feel a whole lot lighter at simon’s absence. you place your phone on the table, turned over so that it’s facing down, still, johan’s eyes flick to it, teeth nibbling his bottom lip.

your fingers twitch, ready to pluck it out and stuff it back in your clutch, but it blares again, ringing and vibrating. johan shoots you a pointed look and you smile, pinched lips, before finally answering the call.

“can’t talk right now-”

“y’look good in that dress, baby.”

simon’s words make you breathe in sharply, the simmering dread snuffed out as your heart lodges itself in your throat, taking its rightful space every time simon calls you; every time simon comes looking for you – a pretence of his loyalty, one that pushes you to make a fool out of yourself. your chest feels airy, bubbling with desire and confusion, your stomach flipping, and you wonder if johan can see the change in your aura. if he can see the way your eyes gloss over because of simon.

then, simon’s words sink in.

“what?”

simon laughs from the other end. “yeah,” he says. “walked into the restaurant with a date but i had to ditch her because, well, look at you, sweetheart. who needs her when i have someone here who likes me better? who knows me better?”

you lifted your head up and straightened your back in hopes of finding him past the throngs of people; your eyes jump between customers, skirting past walkways and shadowed corners, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

another tease. another moment where he’s lifted your hopes up for nothing.

“i can’t do this right now,” you mumble as you sag back down into your seat, turning your head away from johan’s worried eyes.

simon hums, the sound falling flat, and your fingers twitch at the quiet disappointment tinging his voice.

“‘course you can, darling. y’r a big girl – surely you can manage a phone call, yeah?”

“i’m busy, si,” you reply, flicking your up eyes at johan, startling when you see him looking back at you already. johan continues to watch you with worry and you shake your head at him lightly, hoping he won’t probe after this impossible phone call.

(you know you won’t stay long enough for a conversation after this.)

“can’t you ditch ‘im for me, baby?”

that rips out a muted gasp from your lips, the sound tumbling into the table and piercing through the static within the line of the call. you hear the change in simon’s voice, the pathetic whispers turning into elated rumblings because he already knows that you will. he knows that you really can’t deny him of anything.

but you’re moving too slow for his liking so he adds, “i missed you.”

“oh,” you say because what else is there to say? “…okay.”

“s’my good girl,” simon purrs. “i’ll wait for you from across the street by the coffeehouse, yeah? see you soon, love.”

the call drops, a sharp click ringing, before silence.

your heart is hammering in your chest, thudding against the creaking of your ribs, and you look at johan as your hand falls to the table.

“johan, i-” the words feel like knives as they edge up into your throat. johan stays silent, patiently waiting for the inevitable end. “i have to go, i’m sorry.”

he nods and attempts a kind smile. it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i see.”

“i’ll pay for the tab-”

“don’t worry,” he replies, reaching out a hand to place it on top of your loosely-closed fist, his palm gently striking the back of your phone. “i got it.”

you nod softly, not knowing what else to say. he watches as you pack your phone into your bag and slip your coat on before sliding out of the booth.

you lick your lips, noting how dry it is, before murmuring, “i had fun today.”

johan laughs, the sound so empty of humour. then, just as quietly, he says, “me too.” he stares at you for a second longer. “see you on monday?”

you nod. “see you.”

you turn and walk out of the restaurant, johan’s sad eyes fading from your mind as the cool air hits your face, reminding you why you’re leaving the cozy restaurant in the first place.

you melt into your coat, hunching your shoulders in a futile attempt at coaxing more warmth to engulf you, before making your way towards crosswalk. you try to keep the excitement at bay as you stroll along the shops, packed with customers who are hoping to escape the cool air, but how could you ever contain yourself?

it’s simon.

(you think of his name as though it is a prayer – a plea – dripping with reverence and weight. laughable, isn’t it? how you think simon may love you back?)

you see him standing outside of the coffeehouse, waiting, and the elation – the one that filled you up until it threatened to spit your heart out – fades into a stuttering silence. because he’s waiting outside. and you already know what he wants.

“baby,” is all he says before closing the distance between the two of you, his hand coming up to swipe at your hair and cup your cheek, his thumbs sliding just underneath your eyes. you feel him wipe some of your makeup off but he continues to just look at you with those crinkled eyes and that little smile and you wonder, gods you never stop wondering, if maybe he wants you for something else.

something that isn’t temporary.

“hey,” you murmur back, ducking your eyes down as the intensity of his attention reduces you back into a state of fumbling and shyness.

simon chuckles, a sound so adoring it almost fooled you.

“wanna take this somewhere else?” he asks even though the two of you already know the answer.

you give him a short nod, your eyes still trained to your shoes, and you hear, more than see, the way he bends down before feeling his lips press on the top of your head.

your eyes flutter close as the emotions spill over because, surely, this means something to him too?

———

warm palms tear off your tights, the echoing rips making you hiccup. you fist at the sheets, watching as simon fixes himself between your legs, chapped lips trailing hot kisses along the inside of your thighs.

he flicks his eyes up at you and they crinkle, full of mirth, and you don’t even have to see his lips to know he is smirking.

“beautiful,” simon whispers, his voice packed with affection that it tickles the core of your heart and spreads through your veins like fire. he huffs a fond laugh, nosing along the pudge of your muscle. “beautiful and mine.”

you nod with a quiet ragged gasp and simon coos at your response. “‘s right,” he says. “all mine.”

the way he drags your panties off is teasingly slow but simon looks far gone, existing in a bubble of drawing out the moment until you are splintering from the pleasure – you know how he does it, you remember it well after all. still, you let out a whine, hoping that it’d tug at his heartstrings and make him move faster.

it doesn’t. simon just lets out a pleased chuckle. “shh, baby. i’ve got you.”

you trust him with your pleasure, gods you even foolishly trust him with your heart, so you nod, letting go of the sheets to brush at the beautiful strands of his hair, making him purr.

“feels good?” you ask, wincing at hearing the croak of your voice.

simon hums, the sound pressed on your skin, his eyes slipping shut for a moment.

you wish he could be just as vulnerable in front of you without having the need to fuck you, but simon has fully removed your panties from your heat, sliding them off your legs, before chucking them behind him.

you hiss at the touch of cool air against your pussy, your muscles jolting at the new feeling. simon shushes you gently again, careful as he climbs up higher, folding your legs over your chest, until all that you are is exposed to him.

“si…” you say, breath hitching at the smile he shoots at you – it is all so kind, so boyishly charming, and you feel pinpricks building in the back of your eyes, your heart squeezing with the intensity of your feelings.

“i’ve got you,” he repeats. a promise, one that is only fulfilled tonight, but simon gazes at you as though he means it. “i always will, sweetheart.”

the first kiss is soft, brushing his lips against your own. no rush, no heat, just breaths being passed to each other, like you two only exist in this moment. and it is here that the tears fall, trickling from the corners of your eyes and staining your cheeks.

you rasp a hitching breath, one that simon returns, and the kiss turns into a fervid tangle, nipping teeth and claiming lips twining until you don’t know where you end and where he begins.

he holds your hands when he finally slides his cock into you, slow thrusts pushing more and more of him until his pelvis is flushed against yours. you mewl and whimper, feeling light headed from the fullness in your heat, every length of his cock pressing against the warm walls of your pussy.

simon dives down to kiss you, swallowing your gasps and moans and exchanging them with his own. you twitch and mewl, your back lifting off of the bed, and simon’s there to catch them all. tenderly caressing you, making love to you.

“si! si!” you cry, not knowing what else to say. not knowing how else to tell him of your pleasure. of your love.

“my love, my baby, all mine,” simon responds, pressing his grunts on your collarbone, muffling himself. his teeth leave marks on your skin, claiming you for himself again.

like you could ever be someone else’s.

his hand toys with your clit, rubbing and pinching, while the other keeps holding onto your own – warm palm against warm palm, thick fingers locked with bony ones.

he is so clingy. so greedy. always touching a sliver of your skin, desperately rutting his cock into you, licking a hungry stripe on your tits before sucking on your nipples all needy.

it’s too intense – his love making. his love.

“simon, i-!” you squeal, heels digging into the sheets. “i- i love-!”

your pleasure builds, tipping, before spilling over into a euphoric razing. your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lips parting for a silent scream, and simon moans at feeling your walls spasm around his cock.

good. so good!

(but what you wanted to say was—…)

simon cums in you, hot splashes making you squeak, your muscles tensing at the overstimulation. simon kisses apologies on your skin, nuzzling his nose along your throat.

he lifts his head up and bumps his forehead on yours. “so good to me, baby. so fuckin’ good to me.”

“simon, i-”

“shh,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on yours. you know this one isn’t a kiss, or not one anymore. “i know.”

oh.

“oh,” you repeat out loud, looking straight at him, blurry vision be damned.

simon wraps you in his arms as though it is a good alternative to hearing the words you wish he would say. you bury your face on his chest, and the two of you pretend that you have stopped crying.

———

simon doesn’t drop you off.

his love ended the moment he came in you. sure you two bathed together, and he helped you out with the body soap, and he tied your shoes for you – kissing your bare thigh as an apology for your ruined tights – but that was it.

no love. no truth behind the softness.

“bye, simon,” you mumble, your fist loose around the door handle. a part of you hopes he’ll call your name and plead for you to stay. plead for you to just exist in this hotel room with him. no pretences, no labels.

just you and simon.

but simon just leans on the wall and smiles at you, detached and distant once again.

“bye, kid,” he says.

not baby. not sweetheart. not darling or love or his sweet girl.

just, ‘kid’.

you turn around and pull the door open, stepping into the empty hallway. the door swings behind you silently, before thudding against the door frame, and clicking as it automatically locks.

and just like that, it’s over.

another waiting game. another foolish mistake.

you bite your bottom lip to stop the tears before marching away from the door, hoping that the sounds of your shoes against the worn out carpet echo in the room that you are leaving, and that it haunts simon too.

———

(he is invited over to your home for your parent’s dinner party in the following week. curled by his side is a beautiful girl, one who isn’t any older than you are.

johan holds your hand as you introduce him to your parents as your date.

you ignore simon’s piercing eyes as you and johan leave for a separate date, somewhere that simon wouldn’t be able to reach this time.)

oh but i enjoyed wring this one too much

#suns.f #dbf!simon #<- is it still? we dunno tbh #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #anon #ask #suns

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crxxnt-m · 2 years

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Request for a short male reader who has Yae Miko and Ei as their s/o(I hope you don’t mind two of them separately)-the reader happens to get flustered easily so-yeah prob just how they would react to the relationship dynamic between them and their s/o-sorry if this seems a bit confusing-don’t have to write it if you don’t really understand it o_O

How they are to a short S/o

Pairings: Yae Miko, Ei X M!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

N/a: IM SO SORRY IF YOU WANTED A POLY RELATIONSHIP I DIDNT QUITE GET THAT PART BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE<33 PLEASE TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION !! Also sorry if its short, its pretty much hurried up so i dont expect much.

Yae Miko

TEASING!! Lots of it

She wouldnt be the type to care about your height, though I know she loves to tease you about it a lot

Dont do teasing well? She would definetly stop if you feel uncomfortable with it

But whenever she does tease you it was always those pick up lines that gets you flustered even more

She loves to see you blush <33

But whenever you do feel insecure, your shyness doesnt work on THE Yae Miko, she knows whenever you feel like your being stared at cause shes taller than you

Is def the dom in a relationship, no one can change my mind

"Are you okay, Traveler?" Yae asks you, as a life of a traveler you were expected to have a lot of injuries at the end of almost everyday "im fine, thank you" you say as she gently looks towards you to see if there were any massive injuries.

"Good, no broken bones" she replies but as she looks back towards you you were already covering the half of your face to prevent her from seeing your blushing face, yae smirks (not me simping)

"Aww, is little traveler flustered again?" Yae says smiling towards you and you immedietly look away and your heart flutters immensely. She grabs your chin to make you look back at her and gives you a kiss on the hand you were covering your face with

"Love you, cutie"

I bet she is also flustered

She loves it when anyone gives her sweets but when you give it, its just a no eye contact blushing party mostly

Please visit her everyday in her plane of euthymia

May or may not spar with her there but most of the time its just you giving her gifts from your travels and spending time together

BLUSHING LIKE CRAAAAZYYYYYYYYY

Doesnt really mind if you are the one who initiates the first moves ;)

"Im back" you say as you enter the Ei's plane of euthymia, seeing her in the same position in the middle of the arena like area. Snapping out of her meditation, she stand up properly heading towards you, you walk forward giving her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek, a daily routine the both of you like to do when seeing each other for the first time once a day, blushing after.

"I, uhh- bought dango milk for us.. I happen to pass by it while doing my commissions" you say trying your best not to stutter, you saw her eyes shine when you bring the certain milk lover her favourite jar. Drinking it and asking if you wanted some as well telling her its all hers

"Thank you, traveler.. For your service here in Inazuma, and for well- spoiling me with simple gifts such as this" Ei says as she hugs you after mostly to hide her blushing face (you are definetly being squished in between her boobs right now)

"Thank you, traveler.. I love you, more than dango milk"

End ~

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inkmemes · 3 years

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futurama ( 1999 - 2013 ) sentence starters ↪ taken from the animated science fiction show. alter as you see fit ♡

“let's get the hell out of here already! screw history!”

“when you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.”

“you have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket.”

"stop! the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."

"she's stuck in an infinite loop and he's an idiot. that's love for you."

"all i know is my gut says maybe."

“i've never seen a super nova blow up. but if it's anything like my old chevy nova, it'll light up the night sky!”

"every christmas my mom would get a fresh goose, for goose-burgers, and my dad would whip up special eggnog out of bourbon and ice cubes."

"what do i look like, a guy who's not lazy?"

“is heaven missing an angel, cuz you've got nice cans!”

“help! a guinea pig tricked me!"

"[name], if i said you said you had a beautiful body, would you take your pants off and dance around a little."

"drugs are for weirdos and hypnosis is for weirdos with big eyebrows."

"[name], it would never work between us. you're a man, and i'm a woman. we're just too different."

“screw you, ill have my own contest. with black jack ... and hookers. forget the contest.”

“ah, she's built like a steakhouse but she handles like a bistro.”

"spare me your space age techno babble, [name].”

"it's sort of a two person pyramid scheme."

"i don't want to live on this planet anymore."

"you were doing well, until everyone died."

“if we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. checkmate.”

“i am the man with no name. [muse name], at your service.”

“in the game of chess, you can never let your adversary see your pieces.”

"this is the worst kind of discrimination, the kind against me."

"you watched it... you can't unwatch it."

“valentine’s day is coming? aw crap! i forgot to get a girlfriend again!”

"hold on to your dookie, it’s about to get spooky!"

"i'm tired of this room and everyone in it."

"i'm so embarrassed. i wish everyone else was dead."

"you can't just have your characters announce how they feel! that makes me feel angry!"

"i don't have emotions, and sometimes that makes me very sad."

"if, for any reason you're not satisfied, i hate you."

"that young man fills me with hope. plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing."

"i've dreamed about you a lot since you disappeared. what did you want to tell me?"

"what do you think the meaning of life was anyway?"

“you're a pimple on society's ass and you'll never amount to anything!”

“life and death are a seamless continuum.”

“if anyone wants me, i'll be in the angry dome.”

“and the worst part is, i had to have the breakup sex by myself!”

“they said i was dumb, but i proved them.”

“what's the point of living if i can't say ass?”

“i'll be stuffing coal so far down your stocking you'll be coughing up diamonds!”

“we're all pawns in his diabolical game of checkers.”

"wait, i'm having one of those things, a headache, with pictures!"

“sorry, i didn't realize i was already here.”

"guess what you're an accessory to!"

"why does ross, the largest friend, not simply eat the other friends?"

“there's no scientific consensus that life is important.”

"we cooked our shoes in the dryer and ate them! now we're bored!"

“i'm just as important as him. it's just that, the kind of importance i have ... it doesn't matter if i don't do it.”

“oh what a foolish squid i’ve been.”

“my instinct is to hide in this barrel, like the wily fish.”

"that was bad, and you should feel bad!"

"technically correct - the best kind of correct!"

"and here is where i keep my assorted lengths of wire!"

"oh wait, you are serious! let me laugh even harder!"

"i gotta practice my stabbing!"

"that's the saltiest thing i've ever tasted! and i once ate a big, heaping bowl of salt!"

“i apologize for nothing!”

"die young and leave a beautiful corpse! that's what i always say."

"here's to another lousy millennium."

“but i am already in my pajamas.”

“windmills do not work that way. goodnight.”

"you win again gravity."

"when push comes to shove, you got to do what you love, even if it's not a good idea.”

“but existing's basically all i do!”

“when will the killing end?"

"i'll be whatever i want to do."

"the use of words expressing something other than their literal intention. now that. is. irony."

"could you ask a little more sexfully?"

"hooray! i'm useful!"

"awesome. awesome to the max."

"some breaking occurred, the dolly was involved, that's about all we know."

“you want me to do two things?”

i love stealin', i love takin' things!

“i believe that qualifies as ill. at least from a technical standpoint.”

"that was the old me. he's dead now."

"jail ain't so bad; you can make sangria in the toilet. ‘course, it's shank or be shanked."

"one word. thundercougarfalconbird."

"of all my friends, you're the first."

“girls like swarms of lizards, right?”

“i lost it. in a volcano.”

"i'm gonna get you so many lizards!"

"who needs courage when you have a gun?"

“let's go! i've got jelly in my underpants!”

"interesting if true."

“i did do the nasty in the pasty!”

"something tells me i could easily beat those trained professionals."

"the two of you are good friends? but i thought we would be good friends!"

"it's like a party in my mouth, except everyone's throwing up."

“i'm shocked. shocked! well, not that shocked.”

“it's me! no one else look in this mirror!"

“you ever think you only like girls cause you're supposed to?”

"we don't gotta put up with this! we got poli sci degrees."

“sorry, i suffer from a very sexy learning disorder.”

“did somebody say something about a free hot meal?”

“you gotta do what you gotta do.”

"too many bones? not enough cash?"

“hey sexy mama, wanna kill all humans?”

"i don't know how you did that."

"the butter in my pocket is melting!"

"well ... first i got up and had a piece of toast ..."

“i can't wait til i'm old enough to feel ways about stuff.”

“interesting! no ... wait ... the other thing. tedious.”

"i knew you come crawling back, like a bird on its belly!"

“we both know you won't make it halfway before the craving sets in! then you'll come crawling back for another taste of sweet sweet candy. bam!"

“indeed so, most indeededly.”

"and by metaphorically, i mean get your coat."

“[vehicle]'s ready except for this cup holder, and i should have that done in 12 hours."

"stop. stop! i will destroy you." [ bonus if the receiver is doing something mundane to sender ]

“just make a simple cake. and this time, if someone's going to jump out of it, make sure to put them in after you cook it.”

“lies, lies and slander!”

“you raised my hopes and dashed them quite expertly, sir!”

“but going through a divorce together, you can't pretend that didn't bring us closer together.”

“when you say the human body is the most efficient thing to use as a battery, wouldn't anything make a better battery? like a potato? or a battery?”

“i'll have you know that i bejazzle my own underpants!”

“i'm sorry you had to see that, [name], usually i let my sadness fester quietly inside as a mental illness.”

“i'm not drunk, i'm mentally ill! but i agree with what, what you said.”

“this is a cool way to die!”

#rp meme #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters

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demonologistfucker · 3 years

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Free Angel GN! Angel MC x Obey Me, Part 1

Summary: You are the third Angel to be welcome in Diavolo’s exchange program. This is the first time in your life that you are free from any Angelic codes, and you’re interested to indulge. You can’t explore hell alone though, so you’ll be given the Avatar of Wrath as a guardian.

This is my writing out the AU i had for my own mc, but as an MC insert. This first chapter is SFW, but if I continue, there will be NSFW smutty chapters. This Angel wants to have some fun in hell, and is Poly so ✨

Word Count: 3459

“Are you excited?” Simeon looked down to Luke. Who was fussing over his own clothes. Making sure everything was neat and presentable.

“Of course not,” Luke huffed. “This is going to be the worst year.”

“I don’t know about that,” MC grinned as they rocked back onto their heels. “We’re going to learn quite a lot.” So much about the Devildom had been kept away from the angels. MC was created by God after the revolution. All they had ever been told was what to fear about the devils and their land. However, MC knew there were gaps in the story. Noticed the longing that flared in Simeon’s eyes whenever The Morningstar and his family were brought up. Which is why, as the magic circle began to glow, MC felt a great excitement. Luke watched the magic circle glow with wide eyes. While Simeon continued on as if nothing was changing.

“Try to keep an open mind, Luke. The Devildom is not all bad.” Simeon patted Luke’s head. “You might even make some friends.” just as the magic circle completed. Reality spluttered for a second, and then everything was dark.

“Absolutely not!” Luke’s shrill voice was all that MC could sense. Then they tasted the air, cool and tinged with sulfur. “Make friends with Demons? I could never!” Luke prattled on while his eyes adjusted. After several blinks, MC could see the palace they stood in. The grandeur was almost repulsive. Gold trim and deep red walls. It was the beauty of wealth and statues.

“I hope you’ll be able to make friends during your stay.” A deep voice said from behind. MC spun around, and then had to crane their head upward to see who was there. His broad smile was so warm that it clashed with the royal regalia the man was dressed in. The red jacket with a medallion on the shoulder. MC scrunched their nose, wondering why Hell would choose to continue earths obsession with war decoration. “Thank you for joining us.” The Man continued, and he bowed his head to the Angels. “I am Lord Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom. As well as the head of the exchange program.”

“Thank you for having us,” Simeon smiles as he walks over to the prince. Without hesitation, the two embrace in a familiar hug.

“I’m just so happy the program worked.” Diavolo rubs the back of his neck. “The humans will be coming this evening. So I’ll be able to help you all settle in and still make it for the humans.” Simeon and Diavolo continued to talk about details. Mainly the excitement over the humans. While Luke looked on with a fury.

“I can’t believe Simeon is being so familiar with the Demon Lord.” Luke crossed his arms. “We cannot befriend the enemy.”

“Yah.. Enemy.” Mc can feel something tighten in their stomach. Instead of processing that, the angel turns to look about the palace a little more. Now that they knew what the Prince looked like. Some portraits on the walls made more sense. The one that caught the angel’s eye was of a young Diavolo. He stood alone in a field of red. A skull of a dragon under his foot, and a toy left in the distant background. It had been commissioned to show the great power Diavolo had ever as a child. Unintentionally, it spoke some truth. A small child alone in a field. Left with death at his feet.

“I won’t be able to be around much in your day to day, I’m afraid.” Diavolo was now standing to face the whole group. So MC turned their attention back to the conversation. “But I do want to do my best to keep your stay in my realm as comfortable as possible. If there is anything we can do, please let us know.”

“Is there a way we can go back?” Luke asks with great seriousness.

“Luke!” Simeon gasps.

“That is what would make me most comfortable,” Luke huffs and crosses his arms.

“Luke, you can’t just-.” Simeon rubs the space between his brow.

“It’s fine,” Diavolo shrugs it off. “We all process homesickness in our own way. The spell to move between heaven and hell is a powerful one. So we truly won't be able to do this till next year, but if there is anything else we can do. Do ask and I will try to accommodate. Lucifer should be here soon, and he will bring you to your dormitories. As well as go down the basic rules of staying here.”

“Rules?” Mc asks, finally speaking up.

“Not much but briefly - Michael requested that you three still follow your codes, but there is no way for them to actually check.” Diavolo puts a hand on his chest. “One of our realms defining features is that your god’s awareness cannot reach here. So the rules you must follow are the rules of the devildom and whatever you personally value. Our rules you’ll find are much more lax.” Luke gasps in horror, but excitement only brewed within MC.

Two men in uniform walk into the Palace hall. One walks directly to Lord Diavolo’s side. Dark hair falling into a shock of green that followed framed half his face. They were stiff and despite the collected look. MC could see the anxiety running through their spine. The other kept a distance from the Angels. A cool dark look, judging each of them openly.

“My Lord we must be going.”

“I don’t have any more time?” Diavolo’s face falls.

“No, your next meeting has already begun.” They kept their voice rather calm, but their eyebrow twitched.

“Alright,” Diavolo sighs, but turns back to the angels quickly. “I truly hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom. It’s an honor to have you here.” With that, Diavolo is ushered away.

“Now who could that brooding gentleman be,” Simeon was once again walking up to the strange demon. Though the man looked as disagreeable as before. He did let Simeon hug him. Only adjusting his jacket the moment he was free.

“You know who I am,”

“I am asking for the children,” Simeon looks back to Luke and MC. While Luke gets all huffy about their age. MC is truly an adult by the fact that they can just roll their eyes and get over it.

“My name is Lucifer,” He bow slightly to the three angels. “Avatar of Pride, and right hand to Lord Diavolo. When you need his help, come to me.” Lucifer sharpens his gaze on MC. “Diavolo is very busy, and I would prefer you to bother me than him.” Then his glare moved to Luke. Who paled and shuffled towards Simeon. “Now, if you will follow me. I’ll lead you to your housing for the year.” Lucifer walked briskly out of the Palace. “ Compared to the celestial realm, the Devildom functions much more like earth. The city is based on a money exchange. We will provide a small allowance once a month, but if you want to indulge, you’ll have to get a job.” Lucifer says all of this while walking briskly out of the Palace. Luke grumbles about nearly having to run, and MC has to fight back a laugh. “If you stay within the Devildom your life will be remarkably like that on earth. With a key distinction that there will be demons who lust for your blood every so often, and there is no sun.” Lucifer swung open the front door of the palace. Exposing the dark courtyard beyond, and the block void of the sky. Illuminated on the horizon was The Devildom. The glowing sector of Hell where Demons and spirits lived their personal lives. It glowed beautifully, and illuminated the Palace like a setting sun.

Normally, this effect was made greater by the fact that the courtyards had no lights. If one was to see, it was their own gift, or from the light of the city. The angels broke this by having their own innate glow. Casting warm shadows against the cool nature of hell. Lucifer glanced at the glow with mild annoyance. Normally, the walk from the palace to the road was his moment of peace. Now each step he was reminded about the great task this year would be.

“To help with the exchange, we have enrolled you three in the local university. There you can learn about how the systems of hell truly function, as well as our magical training programs. We have some of the most skilled magic users training with us.” Part of Diavolo’s plan was to show what Hell was truly worth. The eons didn’t pass without change, and under Diavolo that change was being brought to its most refined point. Lucifer himself had led many of the projects to start translating Hell’s data into deeper means of understanding… Books with narrative instead of strings of numbers or archaic runes.

“So you won’t be making us torture humans?” Luke snaps.

“Only if you want to.” Lucifer doesn’t even look back to Luke. He knew enough about the little angel to know it would start on a rant if provoked. He was already battling a headache and couldn’t stand the thought of being lectured by a child.

“I could never!” Luke brings his hand to his chest.

“Then you won’t.”

“What will we be learning then?” MC asks.

“Standard education for someone new to our system. History of the Devildom, Grimm economics, Devildom literature, Alchemy and potions 101, art, athletics,” Lucifer twirls a hand around. “The basics,”

“Oh that sounds… Fun” MC grimaces.

“Did you come here to have fun?” Lucifer glances back at the angel.

“So what if I did?” MC tries to be defensive, but can’t help cracking into a smile. It was rather funny seeing the confused look on Lucifer’s face.

“MC! We are not here to have fun, we have to learn and do as much research for our arch-”

“I know Luke,” MC groans. “We’re allowed to have Some fun.”

“Indeed,” Lucifer nods. “None of the classes should take all your time, so you’ll be able to have your own time. If you want to explore the Devildom please go in pairs. While you have Diavolo’s blessing, not all demons listen to authority. There is no promising what a rogue demon would do to a lone angel.”

MC scrunches up their face, which makes Simeon laugh. Meanwhile, Luke is actually trembling.

“Oh Luke, you look like a scared puppy.” Simeon tries to keep his voice sympathetic, but the hint of laughter is clear.

“A little chihuahua,” Lucifer smiles.

“I am not a chihuahua!” Luke shrieks!

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Purgatory Hall was a lot more comfortable than MC had expected. The interior was surprisingly bright and cozy. Though still favoring the overly ornate and plush. MC was wandering aimlessly through the halls. Luke was still hurt from the chihuahua incident by the time they were done getting situated. So Simeon had taken Luke out to get something sweet to make up for it. While at the time, MC had said they wanted to stay here and explore the house. They were now realizing that was a foolish choice. After looking in the rooms once, MC was more than satisfied with exploring the house. So now they were draped across the couch. Flipping idly through their D.D.D. When MC opens the messages to pulls up Lucifer.

“You said I shouldn’t go out by myself. Simeon and Luke are often a pair without me. I could just risk it?” Dots appear quickly.

“No, let me find you a guide.”

Lucifer leaned back. Thinking about which of his brothers, he wants to make baby sit an angel. No one who might find it enjoyable like Asmo or Beel. He already planned on having Mammon for the human...

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“Satan, would you be a guide for one of the Angel exchange students?”

“Are you actually asking me?” Satan looks over the top of his reading glasses.” Or are you just telling me in a passive manner.”

“It’s not passive,” Lucifer crosses his arms.” Answer my question.”

“No,” Satan leaned back into his chair. Lifting his book up to block Lucifer from view.

“You are just saying that because I am asking you.”

“Yes,” Satan smiles.

“Which is why I am going to make you do it.” Lucifer smiles back. “I think it will be an informative experience for you.”

“Informative?” Satan can feel the fires in his stomach boiling over, but his keeps his composure calm. It was centuries of practice. “As if I don’t hear enough about the celestial realm from you?”

“You hear our side of it, and now you can learn another.” Lucifer looks so sure of his convictions that it made Satan want to lift his chair and throw it through a wall. Instead, he took a deep breath for seven seconds and let it out in ten.

“How do you intend on making me do this?” Satan propped his elbow on the armchair, and then his head in his hand.

“I will tell Diavolo you refused to use your strength and knowledge to help his exchange program. If the angels are to learn the best qualities of Hell. Who is better informed than you? No harm would come to that angel with you near.” Lucifer has pride in many things. Not just himself, and that was one of his worst qualities. The way he looked at Satan with such knowing. Then how it could vanish into cold apathy. “It’s lazy work, really. You could have an audiobook in your ear if you truly needed it.”

Satan looked from Lucifer and down to the floor. Then he switched which way he was leaning in the chair. Fidgeting as he thought. Trying to find a way to accept that he will have to do this. Without having to agree with Lucifer.

“Fine, I don’t want to be lectured by Diavolo as well as you.” Satan begins to read his book again. “When do I start?”

“Now, they want to explore.” Lucifer’s face was full of mirth. If Satan showed that he was irritated, that would only play into what He wanted. So Satan sighed as he picked up the bookmark and wedges it in.

“The angels will be living in Purgatory hall, correct?” At least Satan could show he’d be competent in the task.

“Indeed. MC is an Angel a little younger than you and will not know what to expect in the Devildom.”

“That we’re not all monsters or that monster’s still exist?” Satan slowly took of his glasses. Cleaning the lenses before tucking them away.

“Bit of both. Which you’re a perfect example of. ” Lucifer ignore the scowl that rips across Satan’s face. Instead, tapping his watch. “They asked me for a guide an hour ago, so I would appreciate it if we could hurry up.” Satan stands up and again takes a deep breath. Then many more. A deep breath each step of the way to purgatory hall. Asmo was hanging out in the hallway, but the moment they saw Satan. Asmo found an excuse to leave.

It was right up to the moment that Satan knocked on the door. That’s when he took one final breath and let the tension fall from his shoulders. Suddenly the portrait of composure with a grace in his eye. The door opened easily, and there stood MC. Satan was shocked to see that, despite being an angel. They had changed out of any holy robes and into something more comfortable. There wasn’t the annoying level of arrogance Satan had come to expect. Off to a good start, it would seem.

“Hello, My name is Satan. Lucifer sent me to be your guide.” Satan bowed slightly and smiled brightly as he stood up. His green eyes were glowing with genuine warmth.

“Oh, awesome,” MC rocked back on their heels. “I don’t really know where to go. I just want to see… stuff?” MC shrugs and smiles sheepishly. Satan felt something new in his chest. This Angel was genuinely curious about the Devildom.

“I know lots of lovely spots. Do you want some history or a bit of culture?” Satan raises a brow. Looking at MC as if they were co conspirators on some great plan. MC’s heart pick up the pace.

“Why not both?”

“Good choice,” Satan offers an elbow to the Angel. With flushed cheeks, the Angel accepts. “A friend of mine commissioned a new branch in the museum nearby. It’s full of artifacts that were destroyed by invades. Now in the Devildom we can restore the artifacts and get first-hand facts on the culture.”

“An accurate history or ones written by victors?”

“Accurate, of course,” Satan looks almost offended. “We are not on any side of humanities battles.”

“You like their military regalia.”

“I don’t. Those in charge think it’s pretty.” Satan rolls his eyes. “One part of hell is under strict authority, and another is nearly pure anarchy.”

“Anarchy with demons must get interesting.” MC tries not to giggle. “I have the image of Demons fighting to create and making utter chaos.”

“You’re close, just throw in some packs working together, and rogues wandering around the city trying to push their chaos were ever. The principles of anarchy aren’t too bad, actually. I’ve read the literature, but in practice with magic beings, too many hot heads can ruin it for the rest.”

“There’s so many rules in Heaven,” MC sighs and rocks their head back. “Anarchy sounds terrifying, but also refreshing? If that makes sense.”

“It does,” Satan nods. “What sort of rules does heaven have?”

“Well, the rules of angels and people are different.” Satan nods instead of saying, Obviously. “For angels, we literally have a mandated outfit. Can’t wear anything but the one holy look. We cannot stray remotely close to any sins, and must keep peace at all times. Which isn’t difficult with 1000 of human souls all wanting their own ideal conflicting paradise.” MC tenses with the anger, and then lets it slide out. “Sorry about that-”

“Don’t apologize,” Satan squeezes the Angel’s arm a little. “You got more than the right to be annoyed with such treatment. Speak what you feel.” MC looks up at Satan with bright eyes.

“If I have to sing in another chores for God, I will scream.”

“You should! Screaming is cathartic.” The talk the whole way to the museum and through it. Both have more than enough to say, and genuinely want to hear the other. Satan has carefully made opinions and seems to be educated in every topic under the sun. The Niches of thing MC thinks of Satan can keep up with. He also seems to have causes at least half of the wars which destroyed the artifacts now on display. “Alexander was rather easy to manipulate,” Satan hums. “Just had to bat my eyes at him and ask if that’s what he really wanted. He would be up for anything after that.” Satan can’t keep back his mischievous grin.

“Did you… Seduce Alexander the Great?”

“And helped kill him.” Satan smiles proudly. “He was an asshole, but fun to play with it.” Now Satan looks off with a distance in his eyes. Clearly lost in the past, where he could saunter about Rome. Arm and Arm with a brutal conquer.

“How often do you accompany brutal killers?” MC asks with a sharp look.

“This is where our working on opposite sides could come to a point,” Satan chuckles. “I am the avatar of wrath. I accompany most of the greatest killers. Push them to indulge just a bit more. If not me, one of my many underlings is probably there.”

“Funny,” MC says with a rather serious face. “I haven’t been given a title yet, but I spent the last century working with the angels in the peace department.”

“Oh that is some hard work,” Satan looks over to the Angel. MC had been prepared for Satan to look annoyed, but instead he looked more impressed. “Humans are so easy to manipulate with their emotions. Peace is going against their instincts.” By now, Satan and MC had entered the museum. Other demons milled about. Quickly commenting on the pieces of history elegantly on display. The explanations that come with each piece are at best wordy paragraphs. At worst, there is an essay attached. MC is saved from any reading by having Satan in toe. He knows all the information backwards and forwards, and the fact he’s more curious about the Angel. Saves MC from having to sit through lecture after lecture. Satan pauses to breath, and to hear the Angel’s own thoughts.

----- Rest of the museum date will be finished if people show interest in it.

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you have any requests for what Angel MC get’s up to feel free to ask! If people actually like this I’ll writing more parts consistently. If not more will just come as I feel like it.

#my writing #gn!mc #Gn!Mc x obey me #gn!MC x Satan #obey me!#Angel MC!#Angel MC! Obey me #fanfiction #writing #Obey me! Satan #Obey me! Lucifer #Obey me! Simeon #Obey me! Luke #Obey me! Diavolo

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shinescape · 3 years

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tw: Poly relationship. Character being blindfolded and tied up. No smut just a lot of tension, teasing and suggestive content.

note: 2.3k of i don't know how to put it but it happened.

Play time

It was Saturday, resting day for most and laundry day for you and the boys. The fact that their clothes piled more than yours had you sighing loudly as you placed all the dried clothes in a basket.

It was almost lunch time but the other two were still sound asleep. You went into your room and spotted Seonghwa lying down on the bed, busy on his phone. You stepped closer to the bed and tilted the basket, all the garments falling on the bed and some hit his chest.

You didn’t say a word and sat down on the bed, starting to fold the clothes. “I’m finishing this round then I’ll help, okay?” You hummed back in response and continue on with the folding. Their clothes were bigger than yours so even after a few shirts, you were starting to get tired. You heard Seonghwa clicked his phone off and he started to sit down properly before taking a piece to fold.

The both of you worked in silence and the once pile of clothes started to disappear gradually. “Why are we even folding their clothes as well?” Seonghwa asked out of nowhere. “You’ve already folded more than ten shirts and decided to ask that, Hwa? You know how both of us hate it when they just put their clothes on the sofa so might as well just do this.” He looked at you and pouted, agreeing to the fact that both of you can’t handle the amount of clothes around the house scattered by the other two.

He looked at you long enough and decided to ask, “Is there anything you want to tell me, sweetheart?” You paused at his sudden endearment. What is going on all of a sudden, you thought. “Like what?” “Is there anything you want to try besides the usual things we do? You know like se-” Before he could finish his words, you threw a boxer at his face.

“Hey, I was asking nicely you know. But seriously, I saw the way you look at me sometimes. It’s like you have something you want to say but you shrug it off afterwards.” At this point, your whole body heated up yet you still fold the clothes like it’s nothing. “Come on, don’t ignore me, babe. Just tell me what it is that you want to try. Hurm?”

The first thing you should do was avoid his eyes or his pouting lips, basically his whole face but you looked up and everything just jumbled up in your head. Telling him your unspoken fantasies would embarrass you to death and it’s Park Seonghwa we’re talking here. He’s like a switch, sometimes he’s kind and soft and other times he’s dangerous and rough.

He was still staring at you intently, the boxer still in his hand. “I...I’ve always wanted to try blindfolding you,” Your lips feel dry all of a sudden and you licked them before continuing, “and tying your hands up.” You literally covered your face and slammed down to the covers, as if it would change anything.

Seonghwa could not believe what he just heard and the fact that you said it nervously made his stomach churned weirdly. He pushed away whatever that was between you two and pulled you back up by the shoulder. He watched how you were avoiding from looking at him, as if you might just lose control and pushed him down that instant.

“Is that all?” You shivered at the low tone of his voice and took the courage to look at him in the eyes. “I kinda like seeing you in blue jeans and a white shirt too.” You said cautiously.

He was processing everything that you said as his fingers slowly let go of you without realising. Felt as if you were going to be sucked into his gaze, you clumsily get off the bed and leave the room.

Leaving Seonghwa in his own thoughts, questioning why he asked in the first place if he himself can’t handle the fact that his lover has this side that was kept hidden all this time. It’s like he unlocked a part of you and was trying to wrap the idea around his head.

A week passed by after that seemingly heart to heart talk, it was Saturday again but no laundry to wash just a normal weekend breakfast.

You were having breakfast with Wooyoung since the other two went out early in the morning to god knows where. He wanted to cook you breakfast but you declined saying he should just rest and both of you ended up eating cold milk with cereal.

“Is everything okay? You seemed out of it these days.” He ruffled your hair and pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your temple. “Everything’s fine.” You smiled at him and hoped that he let it pass.

He narrowed his eyes at you and you can’t help but pinched his cheeks. “Any plans for today?” “None, I’m just going to laze around and play games. Unless, you have something else in mind.” He smirked to which you rolled your eyes at him. “Nothing, I’m just gonna go take a nap.” You kissed him on the lips and stood up with the bowl in your hand.

You heard movements as you were washing the bowl, an arm snaked its way around your waist. “You woke up an hour ago, let’s play a bit hmm?” You were controlling every fiber in your body to not react to his advances.

You turned around and hugged him back, “Imagine Seonghwa finding out we had fun without him, he’ll get upset.” You tried to reason. Wooyoung pulled back from the hug and gave you an annoyed look.

“You’re always so obedient to him.” He suddenly went straight to your neck and bit it. You were taken aback by his actions but he pulled away before you could scold him. He went away sulking and you sighed as you rubbed the skin he just bit. It hurts but the moist of his lips lingered and odd thoughts were getting to your head.

Afterwards, you were playing with your phone on the sofa that after some time you actually fell asleep. A couple hours later, you woke up to someone entering one of the doors in the house. You rubbed your eyes and stood up to stretch your limbs.

The house was still quiet and you assumed that Wooyoung was just in his room. You walked to your room and was about to twist the knob when it burst open, surprising you in the process. “Are you going out again, Seonghwa?” You took in his outfit and noticed that it was different than earlier in the morning.

He walked up closer to you and held you by the shoulders, “You want to do it now?” You had to blink a few times and looked at him confused. “I just woke up...and why all of a sudden?” That’s when you realised his outfit. He’s wearing a white cotton shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

You placed a palm on his chest and turned your head to the side. What the hell, is he serious about this? You felt his fingers wrapped around your hand that was on his torso and was pulling you inside the room. It was safe to say you were wide awake the moment you saw him but what’s about to happen doesn’t look safe at all.

You were sitting on the bed and he was standing right in front of you, looking fine as ever. He looked down at you and gave you something. “Is this yours?” You examine the two materials that he passed. One was a lace and the other was a tie. He hummed and crawled on the bed, leaning at the backrest.

You were contemplating as usual. As much as it was exciting, you were still somewhat intimidated by him. You made your way and sat in front of him. “I can’t believe you want to do this.” You said and tried to read his face, his eyes were staring directly at you yet the tips of his ears were red.

“This is going to be the first and last.” He said and ushered you to go on with it. You went closer and took both his hands behind him, tying it up with the necktie he gave earlier. The both of you were looking into each other's eyes as you made sure the tie was secured properly around his wrists.

“Is it too tight?” You whispered shyly. This was a first for you thus you wanted to make sure he was absolutely fine with it. He shook his head and smiled at you. You wondered how he was able to smile when you can tell deep down he’s about to lose it, the fact that he agreed to this was enough of a shocker to you.

Your eyes were leveled now and you just had to confirm, “Are you really sure about this, Hwa?” “Just do it, sweetheart.” You gulped at his reply and slowly covered his eyes with the lace.

His eyes were your favourites, just staring into them always made you weak but seeing him in this state sparked something in you like never before. You made sure he can’t see and even waved your hand in front of his blinded eyes to confirm.

You told him to lie down comfortably even though his hands were behind his back which made it hard to move around. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” You took in the sight of the never before seen Seonghwa and felt heat rushed throughout your body.

He was nervous since he couldn't see and his hands were tied so the only thing he could do was licked his lips. You got up from the bed slowly and looked at him again. He doesn’t seem as intimidating as he always was and it surely excites you yet you didn’t know what to do next. “You’re still there right?” He questioned and you hummed at him in response.

Without thinking much, you left the room and went to find Wooyoung. You had your fair share of experience but you never took the lead and realise how embarrassing that sounded. It was always Seonghwa, he does everything to make you feel loved and satisfied.

“Woo, I need your help.” You found him in his room, on his phone. He sat up and gave you a questioning look. “What is it?” You didn’t reply and rushed to his side and dragged him to where Seonghwa was.

When he saw the state Seonghwa was in, he gasped so loud you had to put a hand over his mouth. “You did this to him?” He asked quietly and you nodded in embarrassment.

Wooyoung cleared his throat loudly and saw Seonghwa froze. “Did you call him here?” “I’m sorry Hwa. To be honest I don’t know what to do and Woo seemed like he can help out a bit.” You heard him groan from the bed. “I’m going to have so much fun right now.” He smirked at the older male who was now trying to untie himself.

“You should go sit on him. For a start.” You gawked at his directness and he only pushed you to the bed as a support. You could not believe what was going on yet both your legs were now wrapped on either side of Seonghwa’s body.

Wooyoung who was now on the swivel chair with crossed legs watched the sight unfold in front of him. He told you to move up to his stomach and you heard the man under you hissed. “Stop...moving too much.” You had to admit Seonghwa was looking hot and bothered right under you and that lace made him look even hotter if that was even possible.

You couldn’t help but kiss him and felt that he wanted more as he tried to hold on to your lips longer yet you pulled away. Of course you felt bad but you have all the time to kiss on later so what’s the rush right?

“Shouldn’t we get that shirt off from him, babe?” You turned to watch Wooyoung taking something from your table and coming back to you with a playful smile. “Jung Wooyoung, I’m going to kill you once this is over.” Seonghwa growled which Wooyoung found it even more fun to tease him. You were torn between whether to stop everything or listen to Wooyoung and just do whatever he told you to. But was stopping even an option anymore?

He came closer to Seonghwa and kissed his cheek before grabbing the hem of his shirt and starting to snip its way up to the collar. The shirt now split up and you're just sitting there staring at his bare torso. “I just bought this shirt, you idiot!”

“Aww, that’s so cute of you to actually go buy one just for this.” Wooyoung chuckled, clearly enjoying the fact that he’s in control of Seonghwa at the moment. This was like a one of a lifetime chance might as well make it worthwhile before it ends, Wooyoung thought.

Although you were the one on top of Seonghwa right now, it felt like you were third wheeling instead. Your mind went totally blank and at this point whatever instructions Wooyoung gave, you would follow it willingly like a lost child.

As he was about to say something, the bedroom door creaked open. “Guys, I’m back! I brought dinner too.” You and Wooyoung turned to the door where Mingi stood there grinning, unaware of the situation.

Once he did, the expression on his face changed. “What is going on here?” He tried to take in the sight of what his lovers were up to while he was away.

You were sitting on a struggling Seonghwa and Wooyoung who sat next to both of you with the most mischievous look ever. It was indeed a sight to see.

“We’re planning to have dessert first. You wanna join us, Mingi?” At Wooyoung’s words he shut the door and made his way towards all of you.

“Why not. So where should we start?”

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: Hi! Could you write hcs for poly bakusquad with a quirkless reader who has a serious independent streak but has recently been a target for villain attacks and got injured, but refuses to rely on anyone and tries to ignore their pain and take care of everyone else, please?

This is gonna be a little angsty

• First- it annoyed bakugou that you, someone /quirkless/ made it into the hero class

• On pure fucking spite and anger alone

• You didn't even particularly want to get in to UA

• It was just something you chose to prove someone wrong about

• and it fucking aggravated him- more than aggravated him

• Inspired Deku though, he hated that even more

• and he isn't surebhow- but he ended up talking to you and suddenly you're part of his friend group and he's /okay/ with that

• that irks him too.

• and a lot of things are uncovered when y'all are friendly w eachother

• and they learn pretty fucking fast about your independent streak

• and when you all started dating (crazy how they managed that) they thought it might go away- only it didn't.

• You never asked for help, regardless of what it was- you'd handle it on your own.

• You got hurt during training? Don't worry about it, I'm fine.

• Failed a test? You'd disappear for a few days to study and retake it.

• Didn't know what you were doing in a particular subject? You'd teach it to yourself.

• Aizawa had heard the words 'help' ONCE and he was limited to the help you'd allow him to give you .

• You trained your ass off everyday, you worked hard in school, you took no shit- it was obvious you felt like you had something to prove.

• Bakugou felt like he was a partial reason for that and it made him feel like shit.

• He wasn't exactly the kindest to you when classes started in first year.

• But he was concerned.

• They were all concerned.

• recently, you'd been stressed out. They could tell, even if you weren't giving them signs.

• On top of that, you'd become a big target for villains and no one knew why.

• it seemed like both you and midoryia were a magnet for assholes in masks

• And they tried talking to you about it, they do.

• Denki brings it up, he's holding your hand, Kirishima is threading his fingers through your hair and Seros behind you, holding your waist. Mina is in between your legs, resting her head on your chest and bakugou is at the end of the bed.

• And Denki asks if you need help- whether its coping with it- or dealing with it while its happening- or trying to figure out /why/ they're attacking you

• and you blow him off "it doesn't matter, i'll deal with it if it happens again."

"It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when." Bakugou glares.

"Okay, then when it happens again, I'll deal with it."

"That's fucking stupid," he growls.

Kami squeezes your hand gently. "Maybe we should have a plan-" he glares at Bakugou.

"I was fine last time. Don't do this."

"Do what? Offer fucking help?" Bakugou snaps and Mina cringes. She grips your shirt. She knows what's going to happen, she knows you're going to stomp off to think- it could be a few hours or it could be days. Sometimes, if she held something on you, you'd stay. She hoped this was the case.

"Your fucking pity." You seeth. "I don't need it. I can take care of myself."

"Baby we didn't-" kiri starts but you're already sliding off the bed.

"Babe," Sero looks at you. "please come talk about it,"

You say nothing, and let the door close behind you.

"Fuck." Mina sighs

• Its 2 days.

• 2 days before you resurface, calm and collected, like nothing happened.

• but you're busy- you're training harder. Much harder, you're pushing yourself past your limits and its obvious

• they were already impressed. Theg already knew you could take care of yourself. Why couldn't you see that?

• you push and push and push

• and they don't see as much of you

• when they do see you at the end of the night, you always look exhausted

• and you put on the same fucking front each time

• you smile and laugh and kiss them goodnight but they can see you're in pain

• they don't even get a chance to talk about it with you

• because the next thing they know

• theyre in another attack and youre in the center of it

• You're fighting and you're holding him off but you aren't going to last much longer

• You were tired from the day before- you hadn't gotten proper sleep- and he was strong

• It's all kind of a blur, really, you're thrown a lot, youre bleeding

• he had you by the neck at the end, you were clawing at his hands and he was laughing

• your mates weren't exactly in the best shape either- after all, the attack had happened in the middle of the night

• A strong kick to the center of his nose seemed to do the trick. There was a sickening crack and his hand loosened and he fell back.

• When you regained youre senses you froze- he wasn't breathing.

• you /killed/ him.

• Your stomach churned and suddenly all the pain you felt increased ten fold.

• You scrambled to stand up, Mina was the first one you saw and you fell to your knees in front of her, cupping her cheeks. "Baby? Baby you okay?"

"M fine, but you're not, that's a lot of blood." She looked up at you her eyes wide. "Baby that's a lot-"

"I'm okay, I promise."

• She wanted to yell and scream and you, she wanted to hit you and telling to just accept help but you'd already stood up, moving to look around for the others.

• Denki was next, you met him with a hug and a short but desperate kiss. "You okay?" You whisper, brushing your thumb over his bruised cheek. Mina was behind you now, gently brushing her fingers through the blondes hair, but she stepped away when she saw Kiri and Bakugou.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he smiked softly.

"Eiji? Katsu?" You mumbled.

"They're okay, they're fine. You don't look so good though."

"M- M okay.." you mutter. Youre tired now. Standing here is nice. You're dizzy- Ashido was right. That was a lot of blood.

Your eyes close and your weight falls.

"Hey- Hey- Jesus! Guys! Katsuki! I don't- I can't tell if she's breathing-"

• You wake up in the hospital 2 days later.

• Mina's in the bed with you, hand thrown gently over your thighs. Sero and Denki are on the left side, heads down, eye's closed and arms over your shin.

• Kiris got your left hand in his, another hand in Minas hip.

• Bakugous on the right side, arms crossed and head down.

• and youre confused because why the fuck are you here?

• what happened?

• you miss Katsukis voice next to you when it all comes back

• and you can't help but scramble to sit up and suddenly you can't breathe

• youre not sure how long you zoned out, but when you finally get back, there's two nurses

• ones replacing and IV bag

• and the other is checking your tempature, you think.

• theres another needle stick in your arm but you can't pay mind to it right now.

• the warmth around you was gone and you desperately wanted it back.

• they weren't in the room anymore

• and when the nurses cleared the room, the tears spilled over.

• your brought your hands to cover your face and your head fell back.

• five minutes? 10 minures? Later there was a gentle tap on your shoulder

• it was ashido

• your arms were around in her seconds

• "You okay?" She whispered as the others took their spots around the bed.

"No," you shook your head. "I killed him- and and I could've gotten you guys hurt because I didn't listen," your breathing had started to get faster again.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe," she soothes, thumbs stroking your cheeks.

"I can't- I- fuck /help me/-" you gasp out

• It takes awhile, but they managed to calm you down.

• Ashido just holds you, she lets you cry, and Kiri reminds you that you're okay

• they do most of the comforting usually

• when you're breath has finally started to even out, and you can feel the pain again, you know you'll be asleep soon from the pain meds.

"How bad was it?" You whisper, hands still gripling Minas shirt.

"Bad." Katsuki spoke. "You stopped breathing when we got you here."

Sero rubbed his face. "You needed a blood transfusion. They weren't entirely sure how it was going to end."

"You were...you were just standing in my arms and then you weren't moving. And then you weren't answering-" denki breathed. "There was blood everywhere."

"What about you guys?"

"Can you just stop?" Katsuki groaned. "Can you just let us worry about /you/? Let us help. Don't ask about us. You almost /died/ and your only fucking thought is us. Why?" He was crying, head down, hands gripping his pants.

"He's got a point. It's okay to ask for help," kirishima whispers. "So why don't you?"

• you're quiet for a few moments.

• do you go into detail.

• or do you dodge the question.

• ultimately, the fear of losing them outweighed any shame you would have felt

• "its hard not having a quirk." You mumble, eyes down. "Quirks are practically currency. And power is highly valued. I don't have that. I don't have any of that. I'm in a constant risk of being replaced and if I ask for help, they know I'm weak. I can't ask for help."

• And they all feel their hearts shatter a little bit.

• Bakugou had poked fun at you for quite some time in first year for not having a quirk.

• and Denki wasn't much better- neither was Sero. They'd make jokes about how fast you'd drop out.

• Bakugou would break a little bit, reminding you that you weren't weak. You still being alive was proof of that.

• and slowly

• slowly you get accustomed to ask for help.

• its not necessarily with words- sometimes they ask and you just nod

• or you ask in your own way.

• youre independent streak remains- but its not as bad.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #poly bakusquad #bakusquad #poly bakusquad x reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #sero hanta #sero #sero x reader #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Selfish

Leviathan x poly gn!MC x Mammon

(formerly titled Relationships)

Words - 1486

Content Warnings - angst, lots of comfort, lots of cuddles, Levi is the focus of this story, Mammon is only mentioned

Prompt/Inspiration - none

Summary - You head to Levi’s room to spend the day with him, only to find him upset and in need of some comfort.

AO3

It had been 6 months since you had been summoned to the Devildom for an exchange program that you only vaguely remember applying for. You had some trouble adjusting at first, but after some ups and downs you had finally gotten into the swing of things, and formed many close relationships with the brothers you were living with.

Two brothers in particular caught your eye more than all the others, and after a lot of back and forth, bargaining and negotiations, you had managed to form a healthy relationship with both Levi and Mammon. One would think that being caught between Envy and Greed would be an unpleasant thing, but your experience had been anything but. In fact, the pair complimented each other quite well, and you were lavished in attention and affection. All you had to do was make sure to split your time up evenly between them, (and yourself of course; here were literal timers involved here, and a very detailed color coded calendar), and everyone was happy.

Today was a “Levi day”, so you headed towards his room first thing in the morning to drag him down to breakfast with you, not wanting to miss a moment with your favorite otaku. You knocked on his door to give him a heads up, but didn’t wait for a response since you had done this so many times before.

When you entered, you found Levi curled up in his tub, apparently still fast asleep. You decided to join him for some early morning cuddles, slipping in beside him and spooning him from behind. You pressed a kiss to the back of his neck once you got settled, causing him to stir.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

Levi didn’t respond, and instead pulled his blanket tighter around himself, so you kissed him again with a smile on your lips expecting him to roll over any moment, beet red, and ask you to stop doing that “so early in the morning.”

Except he didn’t.

He only burrowed deeper into his blanket, and you began to suspect something might be wrong.

“Levi?”, you called to him, “Hey, are you ok?”

You sat up a little, propping yourself up on your elbow, and gently stroked his face with the back of your other hand. It was then you realized that his cheeks were in fact damp, and that he had been crying, alone, in the dark, for who knows how long. The thought made your heart ache, so you carefully slid over him, to his other side, so that you would be facing each other.

You didn’t say a word as you wrapped him up in a tight hug, and he didn’t bother asking you any questions either and simply snuggled into your chest as you held him. You knew he sometimes had days like this where he just woke up with his thoughts so dark he could hardly crawl out of bed, but it had been awhile since the last time it had happened and you had started to hope that maybe he was past that.

After a while of laying there like that, Levi finally started to move and wiggled his arms free so that he could return your hug and pull you even closer. The gesture brought a smile to your face and you kissed the top of his head in return.

He was so happy to have you close to him, and so thankful that you seemed to just understand and hadn’t peppered him with questions. He felt disappointed in himself for allowing himself to get so upset, but he wasn’t sure how to verbalize that yet. He just knew that there had to be something wrong with him for feeling so hopeless. You tried so hard to make him happy and to make sure he felt loved...but sometimes he just...didn’t.

Sometimes all he could think about was how useless he was, how much better everyone else was at pretty much everything, how little the few “good qualities” he had actually mattered, and how much happier you could be if he was out of the picture. Sometimes the doubts grew so great that he even wondered if perhaps your whole relationship was a farce, and you were just humoring him because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“You ready to talk?”, you asked, giving Levi a small squeeze of reassurance.

“Just feeling off, I guess,” he mumbled into your chest.

“That’s ok. You can feel off sometimes,” you said, kissing the top of his head.

“...is it really?”

“Is what really?”

“Okay to feel off sometimes?”

“Yeah it is. No one is happy all the time.”

Levi thought about that for a moment, before deciding to tell you a bit about what was on his mind.

“...sometimes...I get worried that...that you’re just putting up with me…”

“...you mean you think I don’t love you?”, you asked, pulling back a little, trying to get a look at his face. But Levi only pulled you closer and ducked his head down further.

“...yeah…”

“Aww, sweetheart…” You rested your cheek on top of his head, as you began to run your fingers through his hair. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Your knee jerk reaction was to simply tell him that wasn’t true, but you didn’t think that would do much on its own to comfort him. You needed something that he couldn’t reason away, that would stick with him and give him something to think about.

“You know how Mammon gets when he’s pouting, right?”

Levi didn’t speak, but you heard him snort, which you interpreted as a response.

“Do you think I’d willingly sign up to listen to that every time I make plans with you, if I didn’t like you…?”

You paused for a moment to let that idea sink in, knowing that he wouldn’t deny how annoying Mammon could be when he didn’t get his way.

“And you know how you get when you don’t get your way either…”

You felt him flinch in your arms, but kept going…

“Or when you get upset that you weren’t chosen in a raffle…

Or how clingy you get when someone gets a little too close to me when we are on a date…”, you said, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.

“Or how obsessive you can be when you discover a new interest…

Or how needy you get after I’ve been away for awhile…

Or…”

“ALRIGHT ALREADY! I GET IT! I'M A PAIN TO DEAL WITH!”, Levi snapped at you, pulling away from you so he could glare at you. As strong as his doubts were sometimes, he didn’t expect you to make him sit and listen to an exhaustive list of all his own flaws.

But when he saw your face, and the soft smile you gave him, he was utterly confused. Why were you looking at him like that, with so much love in your eyes?

You gently cupped Levi’s cheek with your free hand, stroking him with your thumb, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. You then looked him in the eyes once more, tilting his face ever so slightly with your hand to keep him from turning away so that he’d have to look at you too...

“So you know all that...all those things that you think are so undesirable about yourself...all the flaws you think you have...you know all that, and you still think that I am spending time with you even though I don’t love you?”

You watched as Levi’s eyes so full of doubt, and anger, and self hatred a moment ago, started to clear with realization. He either had to admit he was wrong for thinking you stuck with him just to be “nice”, or he’d have to admit that he was actually good, pleasant company to have around, and you wouldn’t have any reason to fake a relationship with him in the first place.

“I love you, Levi. I really, really do. I love every little thing about you, even the things you don’t like, and I enjoy every minute I spend with you. And I promise you if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. You might think I’m a wonderful person, but I’m really not. I’m an incredibly selfish person that wants to fill my free time doing the things I enjoy, with the people I love.”

Levi closed his eyes and nodded his head. He really couldn’t argue with that. Who would spend so much time with a yucky, otaku like himself if they didn’t like him at least a little bit? He felt you kiss him on the cheek before wrapping him up in a tight hug once more, and he clung to you, burying his face in your neck, like you were the only thing keeping him afloat.

#gn!mc #poly mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #levi x mc #levi x poly mc #mammon x mc x levi #obey me fanfic #levi fanfic #levi angst #obey me angst

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jungkookiebus · 4 years

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Voracious pt. 6 | kth & jjk

Genre: idol!au x smut x bi poly established relationship Pairing: jungkook x reader x brief but important Tae Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4k Warnings: jungkook is irritated and horny x cunnilingus x fingering x reverse cowgirl? x slight voyeurism x tae finger’s jjk’s ass x tae is also wearing rings x multiple orgasms x creampie x unprotected sex Summary: Tae had been talking about his birthday present for months. Jungkook had gifted him exactly what he wanted, a stay in Dubai’s most expensive suite during their break. But a week before and days into the trip, Jungkook is left feeling empty and irritated in a way he can’t explain. The flow of food and constant sight seeing aren’t filling the void, but his irritation boils over when he seems to find himself alone, thousands of miles from home, only wishing that he could go back. Author’s Note: at an anon’s suggestion, this story in our favorite trio’s lives is from Jungkook’s POV.

The view was breathtaking. The expanse of glass before him offered him the sight of the endless sea and its blue waters. He smiled softly before sighing. It was freeing to have a break, but something felt empty. Peering around at the gaudily decorated grand staircase he stood on, Jungkook saw no one. Not a soul. This would not have been his first choice, but it was Taehyung’s present. He should have known Tae would revel in a place like this. Fit for a king, fit for someone like Taehyung.

Burj Al Arab’s Royal Suite, Dubai. The most ridiculously decorated place Jungkook had ever seen, but months before his birthday, Tae was insisting that this was what he wanted. Now, here he was, the May sun beating through the large windows and heating his skin.

Just a week ago, Jungkook was begrudgingly packing his suitcase, trying to figure out which shades of black he needed to stuff into the too small suitcase. You had walked into his room and found him sitting cross legged, hood pulled over his head, and staring into his suitcase.

“Are you okay?” you had asked.

He looked up and you stood dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, carrying a basket of laundry under your arm. You had been washing and folding everyone’s clothes all morning and suddenly Jungkook felt guilty.

“Come here,” he smiled.

“I’m kinda busy, babe, I still have at least two loads. I have a lot of yours folded out on the couch if you’re looking for anything—”

He had cut you off by throwing a pair of socks at your face. He laughed lightly at the shock he saw there before he politely whispered, “Come here, please.”

You had sat your basket down and walked over. When you were close enough, his hands were on your calves and clambered up your legs as you moved closer until his hands were on your hips and he pulled you into his lap. You giggled softly as you buried your hands into his large hoodie and wrapped your body around his. His anxieties melted away as your warm body formed to his.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He should have known by now that you could read him like an open book. He gripped the fabric of your soft t-shirt in his hands as he took a deep breath. His heart beat hard in his chest. It took him years to be able to open up and express his feelings, but sometimes a fear gripped him that made his voice catch in his throat. Mild panic would creep into his bones as he willed his mouth to open and just spill it, knowing how much better he’d feel after. You pushed his hood off his head and massaged your fingers into his hair. It was much shorter than it had been lately, but you tugged lightly at his hair just like he liked it. He felt his heart beat a little steadier.

“I don’t really want to go on this trip.”

You wrapped yourself a little tighter around him, caging him in your arms now, and he felt small. But you sat back a little just as fast and your hands were on his cheeks. You forced him to look in your eyes and he saw yours were swimming with concern.

“We can talk to Tae,” you said.

He shook his head and your brow furrowed. There was no way he could possibly tell Tae he didn’t want to go. He had been talking about this trip for months and he wasn’t going to disappoint him now.

“It would crush him,” he murmured.

You sighed and he knew he was right. You leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“It’ll just be for a few days and we’ll be back before you know it. Then I’ll keep him out of your way so you can play all the video games your heart desires. Your brother has been bothering you to play. He’s even started to message me to make sure you’re alive.” Your soft laugh lit some flame of hope in his heart. You were right. This wasn’t forever. He was just feeling sorry for himself.

Now, here he was, standing in this too expensive suite alone. It had been two nights of Tae getting every manner of food delivered or prepared by the staff that waited on them at all hours of the night. Movie after movie played and before long, Jungkook grew bored. During the day, the three of you would explore, security blending with the crowd but always watching. Jungkook was never free of the feeling of having eyes on his back and sometimes it made him sick. He just wanted to go home.

The suite was quiet and not even staff were moving around much. It was early afternoon and it seemed the perfect time for a nap, but Jungkook was restless and irritated. He hadn’t seen either you nor Tae since breakfast. If he had to guess, Tae was off taking pictures, sleeping, or doing whatever it was Tae did when he was alone. You had more than likely found a book and tucked yourself away. But he was determined to find you, to hell with Tae and his 28,000,000 won a night birthday gift. Jungkook didn’t know when he started to shift into utter irritation, but he felt it clawing up the back of his throat and he needed to get rid of it.

He took the stairs two and three at a time and started moving into the various rooms. Some of them had the ugliest wallpaper he had ever seen and there were way too many bathrooms. Still, staff was nowhere to be seen and it almost seemed to be abandoned when he entered one of the equally as ugly sitting rooms. He could see your hair over the back of the couch as you lay curled up on your side, propped against a mountain of pillows that you had picked off the menu when you arrived. Yes, there was a pillow menu. He rolled his eyes at the sheer absurdity of it all.

“Are you guys just going to hide the whole time?” his voice had a little more edge to it than he intended. He saw you jump and then you sat up on your arm to turn in his direction.

You looked a little more than confused and he felt bad for a second until his irritation surged forward again. The taste was bad in his mouth and he needed to get it out.

“I feel like you guys went your separate ways almost as soon as we got here and now, I’m stuck in this stupid place by myself!” Of course, Jungkook knew he was exaggerating but he was hurt. He didn’t even want to be here.

You pushed yourself up on your knees and fully turned in his direction. The sun spilling through the picture windows silhouetted you in the white, silk bath robe you had shown up to breakfast in. He could see the shape of you shadowed within the soft cloth and he realized with sudden clarity one of the other reasons he was irritated. He hadn’t touched you in what felt like forever and his fingertips burned with a sudden urge to touch every inch of you.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong? What do you mean?”

Jungkook all but stomped to the other side of the couch. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, not that he would ever do anything, his anger just manifested that way. Pillows fell off the couch as your legs came out from under you as you turned in his direction. Jungkook didn’t miss the way that you didn’t bother to adjust the bathrobe. Not that there was any need to, it was the last thing on your mind it seemed. His eyes flickered over your bare legs and even the way you held your place in your book caught his attention. He seemed to be overly aware about everything about you and the room began to feel too hot. His need was boiling over as he dug his fingernails into his palm. Your voice died out in his mind as he lost focus on your question. He moved forward, grabbed at your robe, and pulled you towards him. His lips found yours in a heated kiss and it felt as if your entire body sighed under his touch. He felt your muscles relax and the exhale against his face told him you were just as frustrated. He fumbled with the sash around your waist. Untying it loosely, he pulled the bathrobe open to expose your naked body underneath. He pushed against your chest until you laid lounged against the couch. You breathed heavily as he ran his hand down your chest, past the soft skin of your stomach, and he dropped to his knees. He felt the warm sun on his back, heating the skin under his black shirt, as he pushed your thighs apart. He imagined his view earlier, and from every day since he had arrived, of the ocean, endless and beautiful. But nothing compared to the sight of you spread before him—a view he’d take any day over the most exotic location. He sucked his breath between clenched teeth, and he wanted to take every part of you that he could. His mouth watered and his cock hurt in his sweats. The ache he felt between his legs wouldn’t be satiated until he was buried inside your wet heat. But for now, the tip of his tongue danced behind his teeth as he anticipated your taste. He saw the goosebumps across your thighs as he eyed you hungrily. His eyes danced up to yours and they were blown out in lust. You didn’t say a word as you watched him, and he felt the heated words behind your eyes. But he didn’t want you here. You seemed shocked as he stood, but he quickly swooped to scoop you in his arms and he was off to the nearest bedroom. The bed was round, of course, why wouldn’t it be? Up a couple of steps and he was sitting you down on the bed. He pulled at the robe and you helped by shrugging your shoulders out of it. He reached behind him and grabbed the back of his shirt before pulling it over his head and tossed it to the side, followed quickly by his sweats. He grabbed your hips and moved you to your side. You may have acted surprised, he didn’t know because he was on the bed beside you, facing your way but his face was nowhere near yours. He grabbed your ass with his left hand as he pulled you towards his face. This was what he was missing, the taste of you on his tongue. All the days had blurred together, sunsets and sunrises with no sleep, museums that could only be appreciated through Tae’s eyes, food from restaurants he’d never eat again, hot roads that reflected the sun into his eyes, but all of those moments were just filler until he got here. Not that any of that wasn’t special, but he didn’t realize what he needed. He wanted to drink you in an absorb you until there was nothing left to give. He was greedy, he was selfish, but he always wanted you to feel good. He gripped you tighter as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it between his lips as he pushed his thumb inside of you. He moaned as you keened, body arching into him as you dripped on his tongue. You were all his, the one thing he never had to share except with one person. The world had no idea you existed, and he wanted to keep you that way. There weren’t many private things granted to him in this life, but you were a treasure he guarded body and soul. You took him as he was and loved him for it and he couldn’t ask for more. Your fingers were in his hair gripping the roots before you started to tug and then push him a little harder against you. He pushed his thumb in further, moving his face, slurping as he sucked your clit between his teeth. You squirmed above him, doubling over, hands pushing him as your body spasmed. He didn’t stop as your orgasm washed through you. He held you against his face as you cried. He wanted every last drop as you leaked across his lips, past the corners of his mouth, and stuck his cheek to your inner thigh. Only when you started to tug more incessantly at his hair did he pull away with a gasp. He sat up and hovered over you. Your eyes were closed and sweat had stuck your hair to your face, but you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He needed you even closer, skin against skin. He wanted to feel your heartbeat close to his and he wanted to feel the heat between you. He pulled you until you were sitting up and then he laid back on the bed. Your brow furrowed as he looked at you and you took his breath away. The evening sun was setting on the ocean view and swaths of gold, purple, and orange glistened on your skin. He couldn’t believe you were his. Your hair looked like it was woven with the colors of a milky way and then you smiled, and he swore his heart stopped. Sunsets had nothing on your beauty and each night as you stood on the balcony, you only enhanced his view of the sun. His gripped his cock in his hand, thighs shivering as he ran his palm over the sensitive head.

“Come sit on my cock, baby, but face away from me,” he murmured. He could barely wait to feel you and he willed his body to stop shaking.

You placed a balanced hand on his thigh and his shivering stopped, thigh taut as you steadied yourself. He held the base of his cock, awaiting your dripping cunt. He could smell you from here and the scent wafted into his nose both salty like the ocean around him and as sweet as the cherry lips between your legs. Slowly, you sunk down on him and he bit down hard on his bottom lip as you took him fully and tried to adjust. He hadn’t realized how long it had been when your velvet walls slowly enclosed around him. Your feet were secure on the outside of his thighs, spreading your legs as much as you could. He grasped your shoulder and pulled you back until you were flush against his chest. Above the bed, left uncovered, was what he thought at the time was the worst thing possible, was the round mirror inset to the canopy. Now, with a slight shift of his head, he can see you laid out on top of him, cock still secure in your cunt. He crossed an arm over your chest so he could knead your breast and pinch your nipple between his fingers. His other hand was on your clit two fingers rubbing circles across the swollen bud. You were as delicate as a flower beneath his hands. Your body melted into his as you relaxed. Planting both feet on the bed, Jungkook started a smooth rhythm with his hips. Your eyes closed as your head sunk back to his shoulder. He could smell the expensive perfume of the Hermès shampoo that was in every bathroom. Underneath that though, you smelled like the jasmine lotion you always put on after your shower without fail for the last few years. It was a smell he associated only to you, to your embrace around his waist, the shine in your eyes as you tiptoed for a kiss, and when you slipped in bed with him in the middle of the night. He shifted a little underneath you so that his cock curves into just the right spot as he quickens his pace. Your skin glistens in the golden sun as he watches the bounce of your breasts and the way your soft skin ripples as his thighs slap against the backs of yours. His stomach is on fire and has the same nerve ending burn as being edged. He can’t come before you do. You were clenching and close, but not quite there yet, even with his fingers working their magic over your clit.

“Well, well, well.” Jungkook didn’t need to look to see who it was and his rhythmic pace didn’t falter as Taehyung stood in the doorway clicking his tongue. “And I wasn’t even invited.” He was mock pouting, but Jungkook knew he had the perfect view right now of his cock disappearing into your creamy pussy. And Tae wasn’t one to really complain. He heard him as he moved closer until he could see him at the edge of the bed. He was dressed casually as he always was, large t-shirt and shorts, but Tae could make even a burlap sack look like a billion won. He had gone awhile without cutting his hair, so Jungkook was entranced by the way it brushed the bottom of his neck and caught in his eyebrows. He had two suns in his life, and he was lucky enough to fly close and not burn.

“At least let me help,” he said as he placed a knee on the edge of the bed. He saw the glint off his jewelry as he crawled in between Jungkook’s legs. Rings adorned almost every finger on Tae’s hands.

Jungkook’s eyes averted back towards the mirror so he could watch Tae. You were still lost in bliss above him, pussy fluttering and swallowing his cock. Tae leaned forward and removed Jungkook’s fingers from your clit and you whined in protest. He cooed as he slowly ran two fingers over your clit, sliding it between his long fingers, cold rings bumping along your sensitive nub.

“You have more important things to focus on,” he said as he moved Jungkook’s hand to your hip. He gripped you tighter and heard you gasp as he held you hard against him as he pumped his cock into you. He slowed his pace, but hit deeper and deeper on each thrust, circling his hips just so he could hear you cry. He wanted to close his eyes, to let go, but he was afraid of coming first. Though, Tae was making it harder as he watched him slip two fingers on his other hand into his mouth before he dipped to Jungkook’s taint and massaged just for second, but enough to send a sudden jolt of electricity through his body and made him painfully harder. Expertly, Tae moved his fingers lower, knowing Jungkook’s body like his favorite work of art, and on Jungkook’s downward motion he sunk his fingers inside of him, rings pushing inside as well. Jungkook felt something in his body explode and he was afraid he had came, but he could tell by the pain blooming like masked pleasure across his chest that he hadn’t. Your body arched off his, but his grip on your hips was so tight that you couldn’t move so you did nothing to stop his grinding cock inside of you, hitting your g-spot as Tae stimulated your clit just like you liked him to. Your cries became silent as you gulped in air, hands clawing at the sheets as you came explosively around his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” Tae praised as he kept slowly rubbing your clit and he watched you drip down Jungkook’s balls, coating his fingers as he kept sliding them inside. “Give Jungkook what he needs, let him fill you up.”

Jungkook’s thoughts fogged and he could barely remember his name as he pressed his head back into the pillows, feeling his climb into ecstasy. Your body was hot, melting into his further as you whined above him. You gasped lightly as he pushed you harder into him so that he could grind himself on Tae’s fingers. They curved perfectly into his prostate as the rings ribbed against his entrance. Jungkook felt all the irritation flow away, his anxiety was lost in the waters, and his thoughts only focused on right now. He came hard and with a low moan that he felt in his chest, easing the pain he felt there. He pumped himself inside of you still, riding his high as long as he could, and god everything was so wet, and he could hear your pussy as he fucked you. Your grip on the sheets relaxed as Jungkook’s pace slowed until Tae was pulling away and Jungkook finally let his hips relax into the bed. He didn’t blame you for not moving as you laid limply on top of him. He felt the tips of Tae’s fingers as he skimmed them along his leg and intermittently switched to yours. Jungkook relaxed his fingers one by one as he caressed your hips that were sure to be sore tomorrow. The sun was almost below the horizon and the beams were darker now, but Tae kneeled, just like the art he had showed Jungkook in the museum, face in profile as he looked out towards the sunset. He really was perfect, and it took Jungkook’s breath away. He smiled as he turned back to look at the two spent figures before him.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook croaked, “I wasn’t sure where you were.”

“I witnessed your interaction from the beginning.” Tae said it so matter-of-factly like Jungkook should have known he was there, but he never saw him. Jungkook delicately moved you from on top of him as he grabbed a blanket and threw it over you, tucking in the sides. “I know it was something Jungkook needed to get out of his system,” Tae looked at you now, nestled among the pillows, “and having me there would have blocked that. He needed you.” He ended his sentence as he leaned down, kissing you gently on the lips as your eyes fluttered closed. Jungkook felt his heart swell ten times in his chest. Within what felt like seconds, you were softly snoring, head situated on the pillow just as you had laid it. Tae looked over at Jungkook as he sat up, still naked, propped on his elbow.

“I’ll make it up to you. It’s your birthday,” Jungkook said as he reached out and placed his hand on top of Tae’s.

Tae’s gaze softened. He traced the tattoos over Jungkook’s knuckles lazily, tracing the A in ARMY that looked like a V from his angle. He smiled fully, teeth glistening in the darkening room with your soft breathing between them.

“This is what I wanted,” he whispered. He scooted closer, avoiding your legs so that he didn’t disturb your sleep. Jungkook could see the peach fuzz on Tae’s face and it gleamed like golden highlight across his cheekbones. Lavender. Always, Tae smelled of lavender and it calmed Jungkook even further as he leaned in close. “I wanted you to be happy, the both of you to be happy.” He lifted his hand and grazed his fingers over Jungkook’s cheek before moving a stray hair off his forehead. “That’s all I ever wanted.” His hand cupped Jungkook’s cheek before he slid his fingers beneath his jaw. He tilted his chin up as if he were examining a piece of art he was deciding to exhibit or not.

“I love you,” he said as he kissed the corner of Jungkook’s mouth.

“I love you both,” he said as he kissed the other corner.

“Thank you for the perfect birthday gift, Jungkook,” he whispered into the darkness as the last remaining rays of sunlight disappeared and the stars reflected off the water. He pressed his lips softly to his and into this new night in a somewhat foreign land, in an overpriced hotel room, Jungkook forgot about the trivial things and focused only on the strawberry sweet lips against his own.

#bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #vantenet #18+#bts smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jungkook x taehyung x reader #bi poly relationship #bi poly smut #jungkook fluff #taehyung fluff #voracious #pt 6 #reader insert #jungkook pov

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scrimmification · 3 years

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taking a self care day and was instantly hit with temptation so u know what. here’s that dhurkemara essay. but it’ll be under a cut because i’m polite like that

the following is some canon facts sprinkled in with mostly my own headcanons and opinions. but i’m right about everything. cw for mentions of trauma and aa6 spoilers.

i should actually start this by saying that i see a lot of polycule dhurke/amara/jove or dhurke/amara/datz and while it is cute i feel a bit weird about using a poly relationship as just a “oh he has two hands” solution to love triangles. not that poly relationships aren’t valid, but it’s usually just people putting characters together without thinking about how the dynamic would even function. as if a polycule is a band-aid solution.

but that’s not important because this essay is about why dhurke and amara should just be friends (post SOJ)

i do not respect capcom or its canon, but here’s a bunch of canonical soj facts that are kinda fucked up; - when nahyuta is born, amara is 19 and dhurke is 20 - when the palace fire breaks out, amara is 21 and dhurke is 22 - there’s a gap of approximately 8 years of time where dhurke thinks amara is dead before they reunite and have rayfa (they’re each around the age of 30 at the time) - there’s a period of time anywhere from 9 months - 1 year that they’re living together again before rayfa and amara are both kidnapped - following this, dhurke never sees his wife ever again

because i have extreme brainrot, i sat down and feasibly considered the amount of time they would’ve been together. like, genuinely face to face together. if you only take into account the numbers the game gives you, then that means out of 25 years of marriage, they only see each other for about 3 of them. i tend to tack on an extra year or so for dating, but that’s still a really short amount of time, with almost all of it being before the palace fire ever happened. not to mention, they married incredibly young, and amara is royalty. typically royal families will push for children to be wed as soon as they come of age.

there’s also the fact that canonically, dhurke was not wealthy to any degree. he mentions in a throw away line having a bunch of weird odd jobs including both farmer and street performer (side note, street performer dhurke is hilarious). considering amara was basically hailed as a goddess by virtue of existing, i kind of doubt they were childhood friends or anything before that. my own hcs for how they met and got married initially tend to fall into a romeo and juliet style of mushy romance. plucky lawyer steals the heart of the queen with his humble charm and promises to whisk her away kind of thing. idk i do actually think they were very in love when they were younger, and maybe like... TOO in love, but my essay and thoughts tend to skew towards characterization through how the two of them grow through their traumas. so let’s just go in order of events here;

the palace fire

i do not care what capcom tries to tell me, dhurke has burns. if amara has a giant chest mark from being in the fire for a very short amount of time, dhurke would have full body burns from literally breaking into and out of a burning building. do you know how hot fire is? it’s fucking hot. it’s also genuinely terrifying. my point is i hc dhurke has some form of pyrophobia.

the years after the palace fire and before rayfa is born aren’t given much canon information, but it is stated that amara is convinced dhurke was out to kill her and willingly lives in the palace outside of the public eye. she’s convinced that dhurke is evil and was trying to kill her for at least twice as long as they were married. that kind of skews your perception of a person, no matter how much you might have once loved them. even if you STILL love them, it’s different. feelings change with time, and i think that’s a really fun thing to explore in fiction.

the rescue/rayfa’s birth

so here’s where i add the drama. just sprinkle it in. there’s a very sneaky line in the game that they kind of slip in during dhurke’s recounting of events around the time rayfa was born, and i have not stopped thinking about it for 2 years.

so plot wise, when apollo presses dhurke about lying about amara being dead, he talks about how he (somehow) got a tip that amara was alive and still being held in the palace. he broke in to save her and potentially run away with her, datz, and and nahyuta into safety, but they add something else in there. dhurke has a moment where he says she didn’t initially believe his innocence. and it’s kind of just played as a joke.

but because i like conflict and i do not write dhurke the same hyper-toxic-masculine way they do in canon because i think Men Should Be Allowed To Have Feelings i thought. man that must fucking suck. everyone in the entire kingdom thinks he’s the devil, and the one person he’s been doing it all for the sake of - his wife - initially doubts his innocence. of course this is obviously an understandable response. she was basically trapped and gaslit for nearly a full decade over an event that nearly cost her her own life (and would have to instead come to terms with the fact her own sister wanted her dead) but like it still. it would still suck to hear that from your spouse?

they were together for under a year, and in this time rayfa was born. this is probably my favorite window of time to explore a dhurke and amara relationship adapting because they would be such different people now. time already effects how you personally grow and adapt, but the kind of horrors they went to would drastically change them both. neither of them would be the same kids they fell in love with, and dhurke had just shipped one of his kids to america in an attempt to protect him. he’d already be down bad, but to have to deal with that, his wife not fully trusting him, nahyuta not knowing their own mother and most likely not trusting her initially, and also an entire pregnancy... that’d be an incredible amount of stress, on top of the fact they’re both living under the law.

(sidebar; because of how weird they had to twist the timeline to make it so apollo was gone before rayfa was born so they never met, i tend to headcanon this as dhurke trying to send both his kids to america to protect them, but not being able to initially send nahyuta because of their royalty status, and it quickly becoming too late.)

something else that confused me was why the hell they’d even have another kid while they’re both trying to save themselves, and that... uh. okay maybe this is an unpopular thing to say in terms of headcanon, but i actually believe rayfa was an accidental birth. like logistically, if you see your wife for the first time in almost a decade, you’re going to do Something. and you don’t have protection in the mountains. i’m just. i’m just saying.

but all of that being said, more than anything, i think they’d still be in love during this point. or more accurately, i think they’d be trying to convince themselves they’re still in love. they wouldn’t be the same people anymore, but the only thing dhurke has left is his family. it’s the thing he’s fighting for, and amara would have just been told she can’t go back to her sister for her own safety. there’s this kind of pressure to stay together for both themselves and their kids. there’s also a part where dhurke implies that the two of them were planning on trying to escape khura’in together and cross country lines before shit hits the fan.

turnabout revolution

so if you’re a coward who actually considers canon, after rayfa and amara get kidnapped, dhurke never sees them again. sure, he gets spirit channeled by amara in the final trial, but he never sees her face to face, or gets a chance to speak with her. if you’re like me and simply refuse to believe your favorite characters die, then that means there’s a 14 year gap between the next time dhurke and amara speak to each other.

what’s the first thing amara does when they see each other again? accuse him of murder.

in fairness, she’s under threat of blackmail to do so. she’s trying to protect both her children at this point, and clearly had a role to play in inga’s murder herself that she doesn’t want to admit to. but at the same time, when apollo reveals that dhurke was actively hiding evidence because he still loved her, she seemed genuinely surprised. this revelation is the thing that gets her to actually go against ga’ran’s plot. there’s also the obvious point of her picking her children’s safety over dhurke’s entire revolution, and what he’s been working on for her sake for most of his life. and honestly I thinks she made the right and most understandable choice. the real part that makes me think they wouldn’t get back together after the events of soj (provided dhurke isn’t an epic ghost guy) is,

amara chooses her own safety over dhurke’s, while dhurke chooses her safety over his own.

dhurke’s a very hopeful character, a very jovial one. throughout all his screen time, there’s no point where he genuinely thinks nahyuta has betrayed him. there’s no point where he thinks apollo isn’t capable of handling the case without him. he clearly cares a lot about his family, and would do anything for them. this includes amara. he’s not asked to hide evidence for her sake, he just does it. at the risk of undermining his entire revolution and destroying it entirely, he tries to hide evidence that’d implicate his wife of murder.

amara’s more of a realist. she doesn’t give up information until she absolutely has to. she doesn’t even admit to loving dhurke until the last moment she’s on screen. the only lines in the game she has as herself are during the trial, and half the time she’s just telling everyone how horrible and awful and terrible her husband was. and again, i must say, this would probably suck to hear.

the aftermath

the country is kind of a little fucked after soj. sure, it ends on a positive note, kind of, but there’s both a lot of political stuff to fix. and a lot of family stuff to fix. dhurke basically has to rebuild his relationship with every single one of his family members (and in rayfa’s case, from scratch). while I do think marriage is important and stuff, I don’t think it’d be... the most important.

what i’m saying is i think they’d be friends. even if they stayed married, they’d have to relearn almost everything about each other. they haven’t seen each other in forever, and also amara just threw dhurke under the bus. that’d sting! i think he’d forgive her for that, but it’d sting. knowing your partner would have willingly let you and your entire cause go up in flames sucks. it all sucks. soj is a very downer aa game.

and also i value m/f friendship a lot. i value older adult relationships a lot. i value exploring unfortunate and uncomfortable themes in learning to grow as a person and dealing with your own trauma a lot. i think there’s a lot to explore in characters like dhurke and amara. alot of people prefer thinking about the relationships between nahyuta and apollo and rayfa as siblings, which is great! but... i don’t know. i really like fictional dads. i like thinking about him getting more time with his kids. i like thinking about amara learning to become a person instead of a revered goddess. i like them becoming real people instead of just figureheads in a political war.

also i think dhurke and datz should kiss because they raised kids together in the mountains for 20 years

#thanks for coming to. something #i think about dead side character so you don't have to #dhurke sahdmadhi #amara sigatar khura'in #soj spoilers

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deejadabbles · 4 years

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Hey I just want to tell you how I love your writings!! Since you write Yami and Yugi so well how would you think they would react when their s/o would get jealous. I mean they're fairly famous duelist so they would probably have a lot of fan girls/boys? This question doesn't let me fall asleep the past nights!

Aww thank you so much anon!!! You’re so sweet <3 <3 <3

I hope these headcanons are what you’re looking for and they help you sleep better tonight haha.

Yugi

Okay so, Yugi has two modes when his s/o gets jealous: flattered and concerned, and I think whichever he feels is dependent on the situation and exactly HOW his s/o is jealous.

On the lighter side, if s/o is just acting a little huffy/annoyed about all the fans trying to flirt with him, then Yugi will actually be pretty flattered.

Think about it, he's spent most of his life with little confidence, always being told he's not a "real man" or something to that effect, and even had some moments where he feared that Yami/Atem outshone him in the "I'm a charming handsome love interest" department. So to think that his s/o is jealous like...at all, yeah, it kinda gives him a confidence boost to know his s/o loves/wants him enough to be irked at all the fans stealing his attention away.

He actually won't say that unless a deeper conversation about jealousy comes up, and on the outside he'll usually just laugh it off, quickly excuse himself from the fan(s), take your hand after giving it a light kiss, and pull you away for some alone time to set your now annoyed mood at ease <3

Now, on the more angsty side of things, if his s/o was genuinely upset or acted insecure, Yugi is devastated.

He'd be worried that he did something to cause the insecurity, that he made s/o feel that way, and worry about that makes him so upset with himself!

He'd ask for the two of you to sit down and talk about why you're upset like mature adults (Yugi wants emotions to be expressed freely in relationships), starting with an apology on ever making you feel that way and assuring you that you're amazing and no one could steal him away from you <3

Atem

Honestly….Atem is confused someone save this poor child. He just doesn't understand what there is to be jealous about.

Atem's a bit oblivious to the fact that he's a celebrity and EXTREMELY attractive. It never even crosses his mind that people might "steal" him away so hes just confused by his s/o's jealousy.

He'd ask you questions trying to get to the bottom of your jealousy so he can "fix" it but he doesn't really understand that its just a basic emotion most people have and it can't really be fixed per se.

Atem remains clueless and oblivious….until he experienced jealousy for the first time himself. He sees Duke flirt with you and all of a sudden he's just like "....oh….OH! Now I understand!"

After that he usually does subtle things to help curb your jealousy. When a fan starts fawning over him he'll gracefully dodge their compliments and questions and instead talk about "his wonderful s/o" or subtly mention you, stuff like that.

On another hilarious note, Atem also gets mega flustered if someone gets….bold with him. If someone so much as touches his arm flirtatiously or grabs his hand, he turns beet red and just yells (rather loudly) that he loves his s/o, or just calls for you like a kid yelling for his parent.

Also, if this is Pharaoh Atem we're talking about and you show signs of being jealous, he’ll lavish you in gifts as a way to show you that you’re his one and only. He’ll also put aside some extra alone time with you between duties but he first defers to the gifts, mostly because he loves spoiling you in general and also wants to show anyone who might be inciting this jealousy that he’s already got a lover he still devoted to. (example: buying you lavish clothes so you’re basically a beacon saying “I’m the pharaoh’s” when you’re wearing them)

Also, here’s a bonus! Since I write a lot of poly-ship stuff, I wanted to make sure those who like my Atem x Reader x Yugi stuff got some headcanons! The above still applies, these are just to add a bit more “poly” flavoring to the subject, so to speak.

Atem AND Yugi

So let's say this is a “Atem stayed and has his own body now” AU. Yugi still has all the fame attached to being King of Games, and now you have Atem with his good looks, ties to famous Yugi, and who’s making a name for himself as a duelist in his own right. Yeah, they’re both going to get a LOT of attention!

Yugi is the first to notice your jealousy (again with Atem being oblivious), he quickly brings it up to Atem, and together they both decide to set any worries you have at ease.

They both increase how often they mention you in interviews, on social media, and to any fans who approach them. They also become more affectionate in public, holding your hand more often, kissing your cheek more, doing less to hide the adoring looks they throw your way, calling you some cute pet names, all of it leaves little room for argument on just how in love they are with you!

Also, much like in Yugi’s headcanons, if they sense that you’re actually upset, insecure or anything like that, they’ll sit down and ask you to talk your feelings out with them honestly so they can address them with you. They’ll do anything they can to set your insecurities at ease and, along with increasing how often they show affection in public, they’ll increase how often they cuddle you and tell you they love you all in an effort to show you how devoted they are <3

#atem x reader #yugi x reader #Atem x reader x Yugi #atem headcanons #Yugi headcanons #ygo

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justanotherweedinthelawn · 3 years

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For the prompt list, maybe ”I'm sorry for asking.” with an s/o that asks to be in a poly relationship with Tenko and Himiko after realizing they're in love with both of them? I think this would be a pretty cute idea. 🥰

Oh my god you're right that is a really cute idea anon! I hope I do it justice. ;v; Sorry if Tenko and/or Himiko are ooc btw, I dont know too, too much about their in-game personalities. This is also probably my longest post so far, so yeah. Lemme know if you want a rewrite! Stay safe!

S/o confesses to Tenko and Himiko and ask to be in a poly relationship after realizing they're in love with both of them

You had begun talking to Tenko because she had been walking around the school advertising a magic show between classes. She pretty much went up to every person she saw and at least gave them a flyer. When you saw her walking up to you, you were actually kind of excited. You honestly had your eyes on her for the past week or so. She had just. Caught your eye if you're being honest. You weren't entirely sure why. Maybe it was her enthusiasm.. or maybe her beautiful long hair put into those twisted twintails.. or-

"Hey, there's going to be a magic show on Saturday! You should totally come!"

"O-oh.. uhh.. yeah! Yeah, I'll be there!"

"Seriously?! Thank you! Here's a flyer with more info!"

She hands you a flyer that's pretty well made.

'Come see the amazing Himiko preform tonight!'

That was the header of the flyer. The rest was some info about 'The amazing Himiko' and where she was performing. There was also a picture of her in the middle doing a magic trick.

Oh fuck shes actually kinda cute-

What the hell? You thought you were attracted to Tenko?! Welp. The only way to find out if you're actually attracted to 'The amazing Himiko' is to go to her show.

Well.. you were already planning on going, but you know what you mean!

Saturday comes faster than you anticipate, and you already find yourself in the school gymnasium where the magic show was being held. You walk in and see at least a small group of people in some chairs. You take a seat and like the others wait for the show to begin.

After about 5 minutes, the same girl on the flyer appears on a small stage. She gives an introduction speech and the show begins. She actually performs some really cool tricks!

After the show, everyone else leaves, but you figured right now was better than ever to confront Tenko. And now that you knew you seemed to have a crush on this Himiko girl, might as well talk to them both.

So you walk over to them and introduce yourself.

"Uh, hey, my name is y/n. I just wanted to say that that was really impressive!"

"Nyeh? You really think so?"

"Heck yeah!"

After that, you started talking with the two in the halls, going to lunch together, then outside of school, and soon enough, you three would all hang out often.

Tonight was movie night.

You were so excited, you could barely sit still in your seat during your classes. When lunch came, you noticed Tenko wasnt there.

"Hey Himiko, where's Tenko?"

"Nyeh? Oh, she's sick."

Sick? On movie night? Would it be canceled?

You ask Himiko if movie night is canceled, hoping it's not, as it was the only thing you were looking foward to today.

"Well, I thought we should let her get better and reschedule, but Tenko said she was fine, and that if it got worse, she would reschedule."

Oh thank heavens.

After school, you and Himiko walk to Tenko's house together, which is where you three decided to have movie night tonight. You two walk in and see Tenko on her couch, seemingly half asleep.

"Tenko?"

"Huh..? Oh!"

She immediately jolts up after realizing it's you two.

"Sorry theres no snacks, I'll go get some."

She gets up and slowly walks to the kitchen as you two walk in and close the door. You stop Tenko before she reaches the kitchen.

"You sit down. I'll handle the snacks."

"But-"

"No buts. You're sick. Now go, sit."

You turn Tenko around and lightly push her towards the couch. She complies and sits down next to Himiko, who begins talking to her. You begin making snacks. Popcorn, some drinks, etc., plus some soup for Tenko. (It was canned, so you weren't sure if it was actually gonna do anything, but the gesture was still there.)

After you're done making snacks, you sit down next to Himiko. You realize Tenko had gotten up. You look around a little trying to see where she went, when you suddenly see Tenko headed straight for you two with a giant blanket. You barely have time to react before Tenko tackles you both, hugging you close.

Tenko begins laughing and you two join her. Once you three get settled in the blanket on the couch, you begin to pick out a movie.

You three decide on watching the classic, A Nightmare On Elm Street. After you three watch that, you kinda just put on a cheesy romance film so you can just relax.

You three end up snuggling up close and falling asleep. Before you fell asleep, you had a thought about how nice this was, and how you wish it could last forever. After you fell asleep, you had an amazing dream where all three of you were just huddled close and sitting peacefully in a field.

Then, Himiko kisses you.

You immediately shoot awake, your face going red. As you begin to calm down, you start to think about it.

You absolutely had feelings for both of them.

You didnt wanna choose between them though...

Was there a way to..?

You doubted it.

But the thought just kept appearing. It had literally been two days and you kept wondering.

Alright, that's enough.

As soon as you got home, you got onto your computer to do some research.

It only takes you a few minutes to find out about polyamorous relationships. You do some deeper digging for about an hour before coming to the conclusion that you think you want to be in a polyamorous relationship with the two people you love the most.

But would they agree on it?

You hoped so, especially since the two had known eachother for longer than you had known them.

You decided to wait until your next hangout to ask them. Luckily, the next hangout was at your house, so you decide to do something special.

You three were supposed to have a study session together and then have a sleepover.

So you decide to add a few things you hope mix all three of your personalities and interests.

You three had given eachother access to each others music playlists, so you decide to take a bunch of songs from all of your playlists and put them into one special playlist. You even add in a few songs that just remind you of the three of you.

You buy some magic supplies that Himiko particularly likes, and you also grab a spare yoga mat you have so you can make some padding for Tenko to practice some of her moves on. You had also added a few things you liked.

You had also decided to buy a little projector that projects a galaxy onto the ceiling as if you were stargazing outside. The galaxy even moved as if it were the real sky! A few shooting stars pop up as well at some points.

And to top it all off, you had bought everyone's favorite snacks.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Perfect.

You answer the door and see two beautiful smiling faces that you adored.

"Come on in!"

You three complete your study session in about three hours, with Himiko almost falling asleep about four times.

At this rate you were afraid Himiko wasnt even gonna stay awake long enough for your confession.

They were also a little shocked by the special playlist.

"Who's music are we gonna play for this session?"

"Well actually, I made a special playlist with a mix of our songs on it, if you'd like to play it."

"Woah, really y/n? Of course we're gonna play it! You worked hard on it afterall!"

You play it, and you find its actually really nice to have a mix of songs you all love.

After that, you three head to your room for the sleepover part of your hangout.

You tell the two about your setup of activities and they both smile.

"Wow y/n, you really did a lot for this hangout!"

"Yeah.. just felt like doing something special today."

"Well me and Himiko really appreciate it!"

Tenko then grabs you and Himiko and hugs the two of you close.

You feel your heart stop and your face grow red.

Oh my god they're sO CUTE-

You three each do separate activities and show off for a few hours while eating snacks. Himiko didnt even seem to be tired, so you hoped she would last until your confession.

After you three show off to eachother, you all lie down and you turn on the little projector, to which you smile.

Perfect.

This is perfect.

"Hey, are you guys still awake?"

"Yep."

"Mhmm."

"I wanted to ask you guys something really important."

Tenko sits up.

"Yeah of course, what's up?"

Your heart begins racing faster than Usain Bolt and you can feel your face grow as red as an apple, and you are so glad the other two cant see you right now.

"I- er- uh..."

You sit up as well.

"I... like you guys.."

You barely whisper it, but they seem to hear you.

Himiko sits up surprisingly quick and you can see Tenko go wide eyed.

"Huh?"

"Wha?!"

You get up and turn the light on so you can see their faces.

Tenko is indeed wide eyed and her face looks like someone had painted it red.

Himiko is also wide eyed and almost as red as her hair.

"Are.. are you serious y/n?"

"Yes. One hundred percent."

"Well.. I think I like you too. I just never really wanted to acknowledge it.."

"Really?"

"Yeah.."

"Himiko?"

"Nyeh.. I uh.. I like you too.."

So that part went well.

Now for the bigger question.

"Do you guys wanna.. be in a polyamorous relationship?"

...

Both of them seemed to grow confused.

"I'm sorry for asking, that was kinda sudden!"

Tenko gets up and walks towards you.

She has a soft smile on her still flushed face.

"We have no idea what that means y/n."

"Oh."

You sit back down and end up explaining what a polyamorous relationship is, and throughout it you can feel your face get warmer, and you can see the same happening to Himiko and Tenko.

After you're done explaining, the room is silent, but all of you were extremely red.

"Sooo..."

"I agree."

Tenko said that and you looked up to see her looking at you with the same soft smile.

You loved that smile.

She took both of your hands into hers.

"I really do like- no- love, both of you. I've honestly had a crush on Himiko for the longest time. I just couldn't bring myself to say anything like y/n. But.. now that you're both here, my life truly is complete."

Wow. You had always suspected Tenko had a thing for Himiko.

"Nyeh.. I swear, if you two get any cuter, I'm gonna kiss you."

You turn around to look at Himiko who was smiling.

"I love you both as well."

You're heart flutters at this.

The two people you loved the most were now your lovers.

Lovers. Heh. You never thought this dream would come true.

Himiko did in fact kiss you two, and you both kissed her back. It was really cute, but clearly none of you knew how to kiss.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #kai imagine #sunset souda #writing prompt #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #polyamorus

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misterbitches · 3 years

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Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas.

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL.

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers!

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die.

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more. i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done)

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom.

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through.

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao. basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman. anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord.

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop.

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t. beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are.

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid.

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc.

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me)

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex)

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

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geekgirles · 4 years

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Una rosa es una rosa

In all honesty, this one-shot is an excuse to describe an outfit I came up with for Poppy, but hey, it got me to write something, didn’t it? XD

Special thanks to my lovelies @foxlanaeshrek and @tipolover22. You guys rock! And because you do, this one-shot is set on the Rock!Branch AU.

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With the Skulls and Roses Ball fast approaching, Branch asks Poppy to go with him as his date. However, an unfortunate comment sets Poppy out to prove to her boyfriend she can be the last thing she expected she'd want to emulate: a Rock troll.

Ever since the different tribes of trolls had been reunited and agreed to coexist once again, many changes were made to Troll Village. It had been decided the home of the Pop trolls would take in the rest of the kingdoms, because it was the one that held the most chances for other trolls to make a home of their own, adapting the landscape to their particular needs. And it had the sweetest acoustics by far, too.

Now that all tribes lived together, the leaders had agreed on creating spaces where all trolls could enjoy each other’s company at the same time as any individual kingdom could gather to speak about issues that concerned their kind specifically.

One of such places being a grand pod, known as the Conference-pod, that was built the closest to the centre of the village as possible. It was of every hue that was once represented by the six strings that used to hold each realm’s music. The top was electric blue, representing the techno string; its bottom was a golden yellow, that of the classical string; rotating around the spacious place were purple swirls and warm orange rope-like shapes, symbolising the funk and country strings, respectively; and finally, in the very middle of the pod, where the entrance was, zig-zagged blood red shapes intertwined themselves with bright pink hearts and flowers, a reflection of the rock and pop strings.

Said pod served as a ballroom and an assembly room. In there the trolls would celebrate any party in need of an indoor space, as well as the leaders meet to discuss different ways of ensuring a better collaboration and coexistence between their people. Even so, the place served another purpose, any king or queen (mayor and conductor in the Country and Classical trolls’ case) could request to use the pod in order to hold a party or meeting exclusively for their kind.

Being that last purpose the reason why it was currently being occupied by the Rock trolls, Queen Barb currently addressing her subjects, “As you know, our annual Skulls and Roses Ball is in two days’ time. I doubt I need to remind you it’s our most, if not only, formal event.” She said as she looked at her people. “I’ve already asked Queen Poppy if we can use the pod for it and she gave me the green light, so dudes”, she leaned in closer from the podium she was standing, “we’ve got a lot to do!”

After a minute or two she gestured for her trolls to calm down after the uproar that came when she shared the news, “Captain Branch here will read you the memo. They’re all yours, Branch.”

“Thank you, your rockness,” he thanked her as he took the place she’d previously been in, “As the queen just explained, the Skulls and Roses Ball is a formal event. That means the requirements for it are: we must all look our best, we must bring plus ones with us ‒if somebody can’t bring a plus one, either because they’re in a poly or just can’t find anyone to go with; we must be informed ahead of time‒, and absolutely, under no circumstances must we trash the place. Did I make myself clear?”

He narrowed his eyes at the lack of response from his comrades and repeated himself, louder, “I said, are we clear?!” Immediately, a chorus of agreements and clapping hands came, satisfying him. “That will be all. Dismissed; we have much to do.”

As the Rock trolls retreated, Branch stayed behind to clean up the pod. In doing so, he was approached by the queen of rock, a knowing smirk placed on her lips, “So…,” she began playfully, “are you bringing Poppy as your date, Branch?”

“That is correct, my Queen,” he turned back to face her, then his expression became worried. “Why, is there a problem with my decision, your Rolling Highness?” Branch feared not being able to have Poppy accompany him to the ball. He was well aware his relationship with the pink queen ‒the pink queen of Pop, to be precise‒ was something unheard of, even from back when the trolls still lived together the first time. But he simply couldn’t take anybody else as his date to the event; she was his one and only and he would not accept anyone but her.

“No, no. It’s cool, dude”, the redhead replied, motioning with her hand to ease his concerns, “Popcorn is pretty hard-core once you get to know her.” She smirked at him, which he answered with a smirk of his own. It was true, Poppy could be a force to be reckoned with if pushed too far; outright terrifying. He loved her so much. “But,” that made him worried, “you should really let her know she can’t come in her usual pop fashion.” Barb was now looking at him, her expression serious. “This is a rock formal event, Branch, she must look the part.”

The Captain nodded, “I will make sure she knows, your rockness.”

After the Rock Queen took her leave Branch was sure to follow, he had to find Poppy.

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Poppy could barely contain her excitement the moment her charming boyfriend handed her an invitation ‒scrapbooked by him, might I add‒ to invite her to an upcoming rock event as his date. That would be their first appearance as an official couple! She really wanted to sing as loudly as she could to express her excitement right now. But, figuring there were still things they had to talk about, she did the next best thing; she tackled Branch to the ground in a hug.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” She practically yelled, “Yes, Branch! Of course I’ll be your date!”

After allowing himself to relish the attention his beautiful ladylove was giving him, he reluctantly broke the hug, “Poppy, angel, there’s something I should tell you.”

She looked at him with a furrowed brow. Seriousness wasn’t really the mood she’d thought he’d be in after inviting her to a party. “Okay…,” she said, feeling a little uneasy, “What’s up?”

Branch took a deep breath, “You see, the Skulls and Roses Ball is a huge deal for us Rock trolls. It is literally the only day of the year where we are expected to behave and follow certain rules.” His nervous gaze found her confused one, her nodding head encouraging him to continue. “This is the first time ever a troll that worships a different type of music will be attending, so I need you to be in your best behaviour.”

Wording his thoughts like that had been a mistake, he could tell from the queen’s narrowing eyes. “What do you mean by ‘my best behaviour’?” she air-quoted.

“I need you to look and act like a poised, elegant rock troll.” He explained, hoping he didn’t screw up. “I know it’ll probably be difficult-“

“Why would it be difficult?” She cut him off, crossing her arms. She had a feeling she knew where he was going, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“W-well… Y-you k-know… Be-because…”, Ugh, how did she manage to make him lose his usual level head?! In twenty years nobody had ever managed to make him lose his level head!

Then again, he had never met anyone as unique, inspiring, and incredible as Poppy… Oh, Rock. He really did have it bad.

“No, Branch, I’m afraid I do not know. Please, enlighten me…” she challenged.

“W-well, because…” he averted his eyes from her as he uttered the words that were sure to cause him several nights away from his pink, sweetly scented Eden, “…you’re a Pop troll.”

At the confirmation of her suspicions, something stirred inside Poppy. The same kind of resolve that only awakened when her people had truly needed it. But this time it was mixed, once again, with the desire to prove herself… And a hint of smugness.

And so, with a new purpose, she slowly got closer to her tattooed beau, a fire in her pink irises that, hadn’t it been for the fact that he was now slightly disturbed by the heat of its fury, under any other circumstances the Captain of the Rock trolls would have found insanely hot. Without a warning, she quickly pecked him on the lips before whispering, “Challenge accepted.”

As the retreating form of the Pop Queen was finally far enough, Branch let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“…What was that about?”

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Poppy had been pacing and ranting inside the Fashionistas’ pod-shop for twenty minutes. Any troll from another land would be at a loss at what to do with the agitated ball of pink fury, but the twins, having been close friends with the queen since childhood, knew just exactly what was troubling her.

“So Branch invited you to Rock troll party-“, Satin started.

“-But he doesn’t actually think you can pull it off?” Chenille finished.

“Yes!” Poppy threw her arms at her sides, exasperated with her boyfriend. “I can’t believe him! We’ve been together for months and he still doesn’t trust me when it comes to his people and their customs! Like, what gives?!”

The twins exchanged a look. As siblings that were literally bound to each other, they knew of unsaid things, hidden behind bickering, better than anyone. “Poppy, hon.” Satin called her as Chenille put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

When their friend was finally looking at them, the blue sister began to explain, “We don’t think Branch doesn’t trust you.”

“Really?” Poppy asked, incredulous.

“Really.” The pink twin assured her with a soft smile.

“Then why doesn’t he think I can actually behave like a ‘poised, elegant Rock troll’?” She rolled her eyes as she did a half-hearted impression of her boyfriend’s voice.

“It’s probably not that he doesn’t think you can’t behave like one of his kind-,” Chenille tried to reason.

“-But more like he’s trying to protect you from them.” Satin added.

“What?”

“You know how we trolls can be, Poppy”, Satin shrugged, “We get very defensive of the things we care about.”

“So Branch probably fears his people will give you a hard time if you don’t act like them on such a special occasion.” Chenille smiled at her, reassuringly.

The royal troll’s eyes widened. It all made so much more sense now! Of course her romantic, thoughtful, and caring boyfriend would never think anything but highly of her! He just had a hard time delivering harsh things gently due to his upbringing. Sometimes even to her. He’d explained himself before.

“I want to make things right.” She spoke up. “I want to make Branch see I can handle myself so he doesn’t worry to death for my sake.” Poppy suddenly felt very small under the amused smirks and knowing eyes of the twins. She knew they saw right through her… “And… I also want… to… make his jaw… drop… when he sees me.” She admitted quietly, a blush spreading over her already pink cheeks.

The Fashion Twins simply giggled. Those two were adorable!

“Luckily for you-,“ Satin began to speak.

“-We happen to have the perfect idea in mind for your outfit.” Chenille completed the sentence as she showed Poppy a very peculiar flower. A flower Poppy knew all too well but had never given much thought. After all, it wasn’t the kind of flower a Pop troll would have a soft spot for.

“A-are you sure?”

“Positive.” They answered in sync. “Besides, it sure is perfect if what you’re aiming for is something that helps you erase your pop vibes temporarily. It does symbolise death, hatred, farewells, and tragic romance… It’s sure to grant you the darker side that is so characteristic of Rock trolls, since it’s a stark contrast to your usual, well, you.”

Poppy didn’t know which twin had said it, but she didn’t care. She had the perfect chance to become a poised, elegant rock troll and she sure as Hair was going to use it.

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Branch had been waiting anxiously at the entrance of the Conference-pod for the last ten minutes. Despite their disagreement, Poppy had sent him a card saying she’d be there at 7:00PM. And yet, it was already 7:10PM and she was nowhere in sight.

He couldn’t help but think back on their “argument”. Ugh, if only he’d been better at choosing his words! How he was simultaneously able to smooth talk his girlfriend until he swept her off her feet and speak to her with his foot in his mouth was beyond him! But alas, it was a power he had been both blessed and cursed with, apparently.

He was also feeling very curious regarding her outfit of choice. Even if he knew for a fact Pop trolls had their own formal events, a part of him still worried about his queen’s (the one by choice, not the one he’d sworn to serve because he was her Captain) choice.

He, himself, never really lost sleep when it came to his own clothing. He was dressed smartly; wearing a buttoned-up white shirt, a black tuxedo and a navy blue tie and waistband to match his dark hair, which was carefully combed back, giving him a refined presence. Even if his attire was appropriate for the occasion, his mind was still going back to Poppy’s.

Just what would she be wearing?

“Branch, over here!”

As he turned his head to the sound of his name, he could feel his eyes widening like saucers, his rocker heart skipping a beat, his jaw hanging right open... And he was pretty sure he’d stopped breathing, too.

It was so strange. The female in front of him looked so much like Poppy. Her skin was the same pink he’d compared to the sunset’s hue dozens of times. Her magenta eyes still sparkled with the same sense of wonder and excitement Poppy’s always reflected. Her glittery freckles shimmered when the light hit them just right… And yet, the troll before him looked nothing like his sweet, happy angel of morning.

The pink troll before him had a certain feeling of mystery and danger to her. Her beauty screamed enchantress, siren, goddess of the night! …Of course it was Poppy, Poppy always looked like a goddess! He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Her magenta hair was reminiscent of a bud that was yet to bloom, with both the strands at the top of her mane and framing her face shaped after two perfectly round spirals. But what really caught his eye, though, wasn’t the extra softness it seemed to radiate, but the single black streak that went across his mate’s silky locks. A black highlight he’d only ever seen once before; when she was (seemingly) turned into a Rock troll.

Glinting in the night almost as much as her rosy gaze, three silver earrings gave the pink troll a bit of a wilder look. Two of them adorning her right ear, and one on her left. The smoky eyeshadow she wore made her eyes resemble two magenta lights in a fog of mystery. A spiked choker covered her neck, forcing his mind to daydream with the thought of marking it with a love bite.

The masterpiece she was using as dress was black and strapless, it hugged her body perfectly; the bodice accentuating her curves in such a manner that it reminded him of a corset. And the skirt, the long, filmy skirt, had a cut on both sides of it; teasing Branch with the sight of Poppy’s long, perfect legs. From closer inspection, the unusually smooth texture of the dress reminded him of a flower’s petals, rather than fabric. And yet, its rose-like velvety feel gave it a quality no other silk could amount to achieve. It was almost as if Poppy had picked rose petals and woven them together to create such garment.

That’s when it clicked. The dress was inspired after a black rose.

What really sold the look, however, were the twin armlets she wore, alongside her headband. The bracelets, made out of obsidian, were crafted in the form of vines with thorns. And, in contrast to the Pop Queen’s usual style, the headband followed a simple design; a halo of silver decorated by three black roses.

He gulped.

From the corner of his eyes he could see Riff arriving with his own date. At the sight of his Captain, he subtly motioned to the corner of his mouth. Following the movement with his own hand he realised what the drummer was referring to, he discreetly wiped the drool falling out of his open mouth.

A triumphant grin made its way to Poppy’s lips. Judging by the look on her boyfriend’s face ‒and his jaw, which was barely avoiding touching the floor‒, she’d succeeded. She looked like a classy Rock troll. Still, even if it was just to tease him, she asked, “So? How do I look?”

Breaking out of his stupor, Branch lightly shook his head before speaking up, “Poppy you… Rock, I don’t know what to say!”

She giggled, “Tell me, do I look like the perfect Rock troll now?” She wanted to sound confident, but a part of her still feared not meeting her boyfriend’s expectations, making her direct her eyes to the floor, only looking up at Branch ever so slightly.

His heart sunk at the insecurity hidden behind her melodic voice, “Poppy,” gently grabbing her chin, he directed her eyes to his before continuing, “you’ll always be perfect for me.”

A soft smile appeared on her lips at the clever reference of the beautiful ballad Branch once serenaded her with to express the depth of his feelings for her. He truly had the soul of a poet.

He then offered her his arm, “Shall we, my lady?”

“Branch, before we go in, I wanted to tell you something.” She watched as he turned, fully facing her now with his icy blue peepers. She had his full attention. “I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows knotted in confusion, “You’re sorry? What are you sorry for, Pops? I’m the one who doubted you!”

“No, you didn’t.” She said with finality. “I now know you weren’t doubting my blending in with your people, you were worried they wouldn’t be pleased with my ensemble and give me a hard time for it.” She sighed. “You were just trying to protect me.”

She really did get it. Sometimes he wondered if this selfless creature could read him like an open book. As a matter of fact, that didn’t sound so bad. “Yes, you’re right. That’s what got me worried, but still, Poppy, I should’ve voiced it differently.” He let out a humourless chuckle, “Looking back, no wonder you thought I was underestimating you for being a Pop troll. So,” he shrugged after holding her hands, “I’m sorry too.”

After a minute of silence, he asked, “Does this mean the gates to Heaven won’t be closing on me?”

Poppy snorted at that, “No, they won’t. ‘Sides, it’s not like you don’t have the key to them anyways…” She replied in a sultry voice.

Smiling widely at each other, no more words needed to be said. So, instead, they just closed the distance with a soft kiss before settling in an embrace.

Poppy was the first to break the silence, “Branch, I love you. And it means so much to me that you worry about my wellbeing so much, really, it does; but I don’t want you to have a heart attack every single time I find myself in a difficult situation. I swear, I can take care of myself; I did save my people from the bergens, after all.” She winked at him.

The blue troll chuckled, “Yes, you do.” He then offered her his arm again, “Now, shall we join the others, my rose?”

She took it, “Well of course! But tell me, Branch, do you really think I’ll be fine at the ball?”

He gently kissed her nose, a stark contrast to the roughness he treated almost everyone else with, “Believe me, they’re fools if they can’t see you’re the most tender flower in the rose bush.”

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Loved forever (Reddie + reader)

summary: Okay so I was thinking that the reader dies instead of Eddie and they both have to leave her body down there and that there's a time skip into the future where Eddie and Richie get married and they leave a seat for the reader at the table with the losers and they hallucinate that shes still there but in reality it's her ghost saying she's proud of them and saying one final goodbye and can you possibly make it that they make a speech about wishing she would be there and then for them to visit the kissing bridge where there initials are and she shows up and explains how much she misses them but it's time for them to let go

A/N: This was requested by @bethanyb1110. Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it! I’m sorry this came out later than I promised! Let me know what you think!

warnings: death, swear words, there’s like 1 sex joke in here I think

You had never expected to be back here. Despite making a promise that you would come back if IT ever came back when you were only 13, you weren’t really planning on risking your life. It was strange, even though IT tried his hardest to make your life as miserable as possible, he hadn’t succeeded. Your life as an adult, was for the most part amazing. That was due to the fact that you had reconnected with Richie and Eddie, long before Mike had called, and you all had to go back to Derry. Richie, Eddie and you had been dating since you were 15. You had thought you were crazy, being in love with your two best friends. Especially considering they were dating each other. It caused a lot of restless nights, nights were you cried yourself to sleep because of the confusing feelings you were feeling. It was on one of these night that Eddie and Richie crawled in through the window.

They saw you crying and begged you to tell them what was going on. They told you that you had been distant for a while, and never hung out with them anymore. It was true, you only hung out with them if all the losers were present. If they weren’t you didn’t show up, or you would make up an excuse as to why you couldn’t spend time with them. It was nerve wracking, you loved your best friends, both as friends and more, you didn’t want to end your friendship over this, yet you couldn’t stop your feeling either. So, you confessed. You told them about your feelings, and they had reciprocated.

Ever since the three of you had been inseparable. It was a relationship of equals, all three of you were as important as the others, each opinion mattered, and each member was loved as much as the others were. It was hard at times, a small town like Derry didn’t like anything out of the ordinary, and a poly relationship was definitely not considered normal in Derry. It was mostly a secret, only the losers and Richie’s parents knew about it. The losers were accepting as ever, only wanting their friends to be happy, and Richie’s parents found it a bit odd, but they loved their son enough to let him be who he wanted to be. For obvious reasons, Eddie never told his mother. You never told your parents, simply because they didn’t like Richie and Eddie to begin with.

There was one instance where the relationship was almost discovered. Richie had been a bit careless, kissing Eddie in the morning, and after class, when he thought the two of you had been alone, he had kissed you as well. It was well known in Derry high school that Eddie and Richie were a thing, but you being their girlfriend too was kept quiet.

However, when Greta saw Richie kiss both you and Eddie, she told the whole school about it. Richie took the heat for it, saying that he cheated on Eddie. Eddie and you felt awful about Richie throwing himself under the bus, but the alternative was worse. People always looked at Richie, Eddie and you a little strange because none of you acted different towards each other. Everyone thought Eddie had a full right to never speak to you or Richie ever again, yet he did.

Overall, high school was the best time of your life, but when you turned eighteen, your parents decided to move to the city. You were the first of the losers to leave Derry. There was a lot of crying, and even though you tried your hardest to convince your parents to stay in Derry, in the end it was useless. You ended up moving a month after your parents told the news. You promised everyone, especially Richie and Eddie that you would keep in touch, that you would come over as soon as possible, you would write tons of letters, and you would send them gifts to go with it. It was decided that you would try and keep a long distance relationship with Eddie and Richie, but unfortunately, after only two months, you forgot all about Derry and the losers club, and your relationship with the boys.

It broke Eddie and Richie’s heart, and it made the losers realize that they too would forget about each other as soon as they left. And they did. It was 18 years after that moment, that Richie, Eddie and you reunited.

It was in your office that you finally saw the loves of your life again. You were a psychologist, and had elected to open your own business. One day, you got two new clients, which wasn’t all that unusual, expect for the fact that neither client had called in for themselves. You were called by Steven, Richie Tozier’s manager, begging you to add him to your appointments last minute, because he apparently desperately needed it. You had heard about Richie Tozier before, he was a comedian, but you hadn’t ever watched any of his shows, thus you were not biased, as you had no idea what his jokes were even about. You had agreed, mostly because you were unhappy in your relationship you were in at the time, and because you wanted to spend time away from home for as long as possible.

You had booked him in at around 7:30 pm, and before that, you had another new client. His name was Edward Kaspbrak, and his appointment was scheduled at 6:30. This left you with an hour for both men, to try and figure out why they came into your office for help. When 6:15 rolled around, the door of your waiting room was slammed open with a bang. In walked an impressive big looking woman, with a high presence as if she owned the place. In an instant you felt irked by her, and you were glad she was not the client. Behind her Edward Kaspbrak walked in, and he seemed to feel out of place as he looked around timidly.

You were in the waiting room behind the desk, talking with your secretary about next week’s appointments, but you instantly froze as you made eye contact with Edward. You felt like you knew him, and you had never felt such a deep longing for someone as you did at that moment. Edward continued to stare, but was pulled out of the moment by, which you later learned, his then wife, Myra. ‘This will help Eddie-bear, just trust me.’ She said sickly sweet, and your stomach rolled over as you listened to it.

‘I told you Myra I don’t need a therapist, there’s nothing wrong with me’, Edward had replied. It felt wrong calling him Edward, but you had no idea why.

Things seemed to be getting heated, so you looked up from your computer, inviting Eddie in 15 minutes early. Myra wanted to come in with you, but you refused, saying it was best for you and Edward to talk in private. You did your best to suppress the smirk as you watched her face fell.

You prided yourself into being able to be a good listening ear to your clients, no matter how much of a bad day you were having, but it seemed that as you were talking to ‘Eddie’, as he had asked you to call him, you couldn’t focus for the life of you. It didn’t seem to matter, Eddie himself wasn’t being very talkative, and chose to stare at you most of the time. After the hour was up you walked with him towards the waiting room, where Myra was still seated. When you walked in however, both you and Eddie stopped dead in your tracks.

Myra was now joined by none other than Richie Tozier, and he was bickering with another man, most likely his manager who had called him in. He hadn’t seemed to notice either of you yet, but you and Eddie made eye contact once more. You reached your hand out and Eddie met yours in the middle, tears forming in both of your eyes, before turning quickly to look at Richie again. Richie, who was looking with wide eyes at the two of you as well. He had a watery smile on his face, and in that exact moment, it felt as if you were coming home.

Things were a bit rough after that. Eddie divorced his wife which caused a lot of drama, you broke up with your boyfriend, and the three of you moved into a new home. You didn’t remember Derry all the well though, that only happened once Mike called you, but the three of you somehow knew that you had known each other a long time, and nobody wanted to fight the feelings of love blossoming between Eddie, Richie and you.

You were so glad to have reunited with them and you missed the other losers dearly too, but you didn’t know if it was worth coming back to Derry to reunite with the others. Alas, it’s what you ended up doing anyway. Richie, Eddie and you returned, scared out of your wits, but determined to defeat Pennywise once and for all. It was good meeting with everyone, the losers club was back to their dynamics after only a half hour. Talking with Stan, who had showed up late, had eased your mind too. You weren’t a bad person for wanting to stay away from Derry with you boyfriends, it only made you human.

A laugh of hysteria rose from your throat, human you were definitely, you thought as you stared at the rapidly growing spot of blood on you shirt. You could vaguely hear Eddie and Richie calling out your name, but you were too busy gripping Bill’s arm, while he dragged you backwards towards a safer place. Pennywise had thrown one of its claws towards you, imbedding itself into your chest.

‘Y/N, look at me. You need to breath alright? Y-y-you’re going to be okay’, Bill said, but it was clear that he was trying to convince himself. Eddie and Richie came running towards you, dropping down on their knees and pushing Bill away. They pulled you into their chest, Richie’s hand coming up to cover the wound as best as he could, while Eddie looked around frantically, searching for something to help you with. One of your hands came up to cover Richie’s on your chest, the other reaching for Eddie’s.

‘It’s okay,’ you forced out, coughing up some blood as you did so. You were losing blood fast, and so you didn’t have much time left. ‘I love you guys,’ you whispered, your hands whipping away the tears streaking down both man’s faces.

‘Please don’t,’ Richie begged, a sob leaving his lips.

‘You can’t leave us Y/N, we’re idiots, how will we survive’, Eddie continued, laughing wetly. Both men did their best to appear normal, but it was clear that they were on the edge of failing apart.

You smiled sadly, you wanted to live with them, you wanted to get married to them, but judging by the looks all the losers, who had now come closer to you, you knew that there was no way you were making it out alive. It made you want to scream in anger, to cry like never before and to kill IT with your bare hands, but there was nothing left you could do.

‘You have each other. Don’t forget that, I’ll look after you from heaven. I’m proud of you guys, no matter what.’ You said lovingly, trying to look at the love of your lives for as long as possible, but you were so tired, and you didn’t have it in you to fight anymore. Your eyes slipped shut, and the last thing you heard were shout of your friends, shouting out your name, doing their best to keep you awake. But their efforts were in vein. As your body went limp in Richie and Eddie’s arms, the screams of both boys could be heard far above the sewers, both of them overcome with grieve. As they ran out of the cave, Ben and Mike dragging Richie with them, and Bill and Bev dragging Eddie, both struggled as long and hard as they could, until they had no choice but to turn their eyes of your body, limp forever. Along with you, a part of them died too.

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2 years later

Richie was nervous, like he had never been before. He was pacing around his dressing room, which happened to be in a hotel, as Eddie had insisted that he couldn’t see Richie until the both showed up at the courtroom. Stan’s head lifted up in an instance, throwing a sharp look at Richie.

‘Will you please just sit down, you’re being even more annoying than usual.’ Stan bit, though his gaze turned softer as he made eye contact with his best friend. Richie was scared, after losing Y/N just two years ago, Richie was terrified of losing someone else close to him. He had constantly hung around Eddie and the other losers, always wanting to know where everyone was at all times, and even going as far as spending the night at each other’s houses with Eddie, so he could always watch out for people. Eddie had desperately tried to get Richie to take a break, but Richie hadn’t budged. He went so far in his worries, that five months after Y/N’s death, he had a breakdown and had gotten really sick.

He had even ended up in the hospital, where it finally sunk in that he couldn’t keep doing what he was doing. Eddie had even threatened to leave him, saying he couldn’t watch the remaining love of his life kill himself as well, and that was thankfully a turning point. Richie was still protective of all the losers, but at least he didn’t let it ruin his life. It was after he got out of the hospital that he had proposed to Eddie. Stan still had a hard time believing that Eddie had actually said yes. Not because of the marriage proposal itself, anyone with two eyes knew that the three of you had been soulmates, but because of the way it was done. Richie had ordered pizza, put the box with the ring in it on top of the pizza, and written on the box: Eds, will you allow me to fuck your mom for the rest of our lives? Marry me.

And of course, Stan thought with a smile, he said yes. After more than a whole year of planning, today was finally the day that they would get married, but Richie seemed to be very stressed about things. The entire morning had consisted of questions like; ‘what if Eddie leaves me at the alter? What someone stops this marriage from happening, what if the pastor is a homophobe?’

‘Jesus Richie it’s not a pastor, it’s a courtroom you’re going to, they’re not going to be homophobic’. Stan had said aggravated. Despite his outward appearance, Stan was worried for Richie, and Eddie too. Though Eddie was not his problem today, he thought with a smirk, that burden fell on Bill. Stan had to deal with Richie. He knew that beneath the surface of those questions, Richie was really afraid of something else.

He was afraid that Y/N wouldn’t approve of their marriage. He was afraid that Y/N would not be okay with them being husbands if she couldn’t be their wife, but Stan knew that was all bullshit. All Y/N ever wanted was for her boys to be happy, and he was sure that she was looking down on them from heaven, feeling so proud. Stan heaves himself of the chair with a sigh, coming up to stand in front of Richie. He placed his hands on Richie’s shoulder, squeezing three times and waiting until Richie turned his gaze towards him. ‘Stop’, he said one last time, ‘she would have been happy for the two of you. And so is everyone else. You think she would have wanted you to stay sad? No, she would have wanted you guys to make the most of your life. You have to look at the future, not the past.’ As soon as those last words left Stan’s mouth, he knew that Richie would take it the wrong way.

His face turned sour, and he took a step back from Stan, angrily stomping backwards. ‘She is my past and my future’, he spewed angrily, ‘and that won’t ever change.’

‘Richie’, Stan tried, but he stopped mid-sentence, knowing that Richie just needed some time to cool off.

‘Let’s go, Eddie will be waiting already.’

Stan was right of course, Eddie had already been there by the time Stan and Richie arrived, but luckily he didn’t seem too mad. Stan quickly joined the other losers, at the front, taking only a short glance around to room, to see who the rest of the attendees were. He noticed Richie’s parent, holding hands as the beamed at Richie, no doubt being amazed at seeing their son in a suit for once in his live, he saw Richie’s aunts and Eddie’s cousin, who he surprisingly got along great with, and a couple of work friends they both liked spending time with. Of course every other loser was there as well. It was a small amount of guest, but both Richie and Eddie had wanted to keep it small. It suited them, Stan though as the ceremony began.

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The glass was ticked on rather harshly by Richie, Eddie’s hand flying up to tug on his suit with a stern gaze, but everyone could see the love behind it. Eddie was nervous, so nervous about speeches. It was his idea to keep their speeches a secret from each other until the big day, but now Eddie was feeling quite nervous about what Richie’s speech would contain. Eddie’s hand itched towards his left side, towards the chair that was unaccompanied, kept for their true love who couldn’t be there today. Eddie wanted to hold her hand under the table, so that they could share their concerns with sniggers and tease Richie if his speech was messed up, but unfortunately they simply couldn’t. The setup of the wedding reception was that there were three large tables. The largest was the table Richie, Eddie and the rest of the losers were seated on. There were eight chairs, because Richie and Eddie had insisted leaving a chair for Y/N, because she was just as much a part of this as they were. The other two tables were for family and friends, but they were not on Eddie’s mind right now. Richie cleared his throat once more, as if to provoke laughter, but all Eddie could do was let out a nervous smile.

‘As many of you in attendance probably know, I’m now married to this cutie’, Richie’s speech started off. A few laughs could be heard from their guests, and Richie powered through. ‘Eddie Spaghetti Tozier, I’m so proud to be able to call you that. You know I’m not good with words, but I love you so much. I can’t wait to wake up every morning next to your snoring body, and to those of you who don’t know, Eddie snores a lot’. Richie addressed his family and friends. ‘Thank you for being my best friend, for having my back even though I annoy you more than life itself, and thank you for your unconditional support, I hope one day I can repay you.’ A few tears slipped down Richie’s face, Eddie following suit. Then Richie let out a laugh. ‘Wow this has been way to serious for way to long. I wanted to say one last big Fuck you to miss K., May she rest in hell. You tried to keep us apart, but guess what, you failed bitch’. Eddie slapped Richie’s arm softly, but started giggling right along with everyone else. He was thankful his husband had his back so much. Richie plopped down on his chair once more, bringing the glass of champagne to his lips.

Eddie stood up slowly, his palms beginning to sweat. It was his turn now. He felt Richie’s hand slip in his, and once again he was hit by a wave of gratitude for his now husband.

‘I’m not good with words either. In fact I’m surprised, but Richie actually managed to say everything I was gonna say.’ He laughs along with his guests, and when he makes eye contact with Bev he smiles wildly. ‘Richie Tozier, I love you so much. I never thought that I could love an idiot like you but here I am. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait for what the future holds. I know we’ve been through so much, and that you have your hands full with me’, Eddie joked and laughed, but Richie didn’t. Richie looked like he wanted to argue, but ultimately decided to leave the argument for later, when they were in private. ‘But, just know that I will be there in your dark times too. I’ll never let you down, and I’ll protect you with my life.’ After finishing Eddie nodded once at Richie, causing Richie to stand up once more.

‘We would like to say a thank you to the one person who isn’t here with us, Y/N.’ Richie started off, grabbing Eddie’s hand again, as they both needed the support. ‘She was the love of our lives. She was the one for us.’

‘Even though she isn’t physically here, we would have married the fuck out of her if we could’. Eddie snorted, but it sounded weird, like he was forcing himself to do it rather than it coming naturally. ‘She saved our lives, she sacrificed her happiness so we could have ours. If only she knew that we’ll never be complete without her’, Eddie spoke, his voice soft. ‘I love Richie with all my heart, and I know he loves me too.’

‘Obviously Eds or else I wouldn’t marry you.’ Richie countered, rolling his eyes while he did it, but he knew what Eddie was trying to say.

‘But there will always be an open space in our heart where she should be, where she is, no matter how much time has passed. Y/N was the most wonderful person anyone has ever met. She was kind, honest, and she had a heart of gold. She is with of wherever we go, and we’ll never forget her’, Eddie finished, and when he did, Richie kissed him full on the lips. Eddie closed his eyes on instinct, pressing his lips back against Richie’s with as much passion as he was receiving. When he opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that Richie too had tears in his eyes, the love and grief overflowing at the same time, but then something else caught his attention.

He drew back from Richie with a gasp, his ears ringing loudly. His mouth opened and he choked on air, Richie following his gaze with a concerned look in his eyes. Richie dropped his glass with a loud bang. Towards the back of the room a person stood, and for a second it was hard to make out who it was, because Eddie’s eyes welled up in an instant, as if his body knew who it was before his brain registered it. It was Y/N. She looked like a normal person, as if she was one of the guests looking towards Eddie and Richie with a sad smile on her face. Eddie shook his head convinced he was dreaming, but turning to Richie he could see the same disbelieve he was feeling on his face. ‘Y/N’, he breathed out. She reached her hand out towards them, her voice caring through the room, but nobody else reacted to her words; ’Eddie, Richie’. For a second, Eddie felt hope blossom up in his chest, Y/N was here, they could be whole again.

‘Y/N’, Richie spoke again, but before he could say anything a hand landed on his shoulder and the spell was broken. Bill’s hand gently turned Richie around, and Eddie followed suit. ‘Rich, Eddie are you okay?’ He asked, his voice full of an innocence, but as both boys turned back around, Y/N was gone. Eddie wanted to punch Bill’s innocent face with all the might he had.

‘Did you see that? Y/N she was here, she was right there. She’s alive.’ Eddie spoke, but Bill’s eyebrows knitted together.

‘Eddie, she’s been dead for 2 years. You guys know that. Right Richie’? Bill turned to face Richie, who looked paler than he had ever been, his hands were trembling and he looked like he was about to pass out. Even still, he didn’t say anything, just nodded his head absentminded.

‘Richie, no you saw her. I fucking know you did, asshole tell the truth’, Eddie yelled, anger overcoming his entire body. The losers and their family were staring towards the three of them now, and Richie was surprisingly the one noticing it. He took a step closer to Eddie, pretending to hug him but really using it as an excuse to whisper, ‘later’, into his ear. As he pulled back, Eddie nodded disheartened, his shoulders drawn back, full of tension. He trusted Richie enough to not bring it up again at the party, and Richie was once again thankful for how much he loved Eddie and Eddie loved him. As the losers wished them save travels at the end of the party, and to enjoy their time on their honeymoon, they shared a look. Before going, the needed to visit one last place.

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When Richie pulled up at the kissing bride of Derry, Eddie needed a few minutes to gather himself. He never opened the car door by himself, unless he cleaned the handle with an expert precision, other times Richie would walk around the door and opened it for him. That wasn’t why he hesitated now though. He hadn’t been in Derry after Y/N’s death, it was too hard for him. The others had an memorial for Y/N, but he didn’t go.

Y/N didn’t have a grave, not really, considering they had no choice but to leave her in the sewers, so Eddie chose to grieve in the comfort of his house. He couldn’t stand tot be in the town that had taken her from them. Richie did go though, and he was wrecked for two weeks after that. Because of that, Eddie questioned the decision of coming back here heavily. Richie was already out of the car though, coming up at Eddie’s side of the door and pulling it open. Richie stretched his hand out towards Eddie, gripping tight and not letting Eddie stay back. Richie wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think Eddie would benefit from this. They come to a halt once they reach the beam Richie carved their initials in, all those years ago. Eddie and Y/N had been there, laughing at their dumbass boyfriend, while carefully looking around to see if anyone was coming.

Richie’s hand touches the faded initials softly, grinning. Eddie reaches out for them, but ultimately just put his hand over Richie’s, refusing to teach the disgusting wood that had been there for god knows how long.

‘I still can’t believe you actually did that’, a voice calls out from behind them. They turn quickly, recognizing the voice that’s constantly with them, both a dream and a nightmare, as they appear to hear her voice everywhere.

Y/N stand before them once more, her smile not sad, but heartwarming this time. She’s wearing the dress she was wearing on the day they saw each other again as adults, and her hair is in a braid that both Eddie and Richie had practiced on her, both determined to outshine the other.

Eddie stumbles back, supporting himself on the beam, the same one he refused to touch only a second ago, a sob tearing its way out of his throat. Richie does the opposite, running forward towards Y/N, all inhibitions aside. He knows logically that this could mean danger, Y/N died in his arms, he knows that there is no possible way that she should be able to be here, but he still doesn’t care.

He tries to hug her, but stops death in his tracks once Y/N raises her hands in a motion to keep him away from her. ‘You can’t touch me. Trust me, I’ve tried touching you guys enough times to know’.

‘We never saw you before today’, Eddie whispers, the first thing he’s said since seeing Y/N for a second time that day.

Y/N laughs, a wholehearted, fearless laugh. ‘I was never around you guys when you were awake, only when you were asleep. Though that might come across as weird.’

Despite neither boys really knowing what’s going on, they both laugh with her. God they missed this, the completeness of being with the three of them, the easiness and comfort that every single person provided in the relationship.

Y/N stops laughing for a split second, a longing look in her eyes. ‘I miss you guys too you know, I loved you guys so much.’

‘What are you’? Richie asks while Eddie moves besides him.

‘A ghost I think, I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter all that much anyway.’

‘So is there no heaven then? Fuck Eds, that means no sex with the three of us every day for all eternity.’ Richie jokes, but Y/N is already shaking her head.

‘Stop, you think you need to be the rock everyone can rely on all the time, but you don’t have to try and lift the weight off everyone shoulders all the time, it’s okay to focus on yourself first from time to time.’

Richie swallows down any responds he would normally make at her words, and instead stuffs his hands deep into his pockets, not knowing how to respond.

‘Besides, there is a heaven, or at least there is something, and I’ve been waiting to go there, but my job here on earth isn’t completely done yet’. Y/N admits, looking at both boys she loves so dearly.

‘What do you mean’? Eddie asks her, but he thinks he already knows the answer.

‘Eddie, Richie, I love the both of you more than anything in this whole wide world, my life with you guys has been the best and if I could start it all over there is nothing that I would have done different. You both our the best men I have ever known, and you deserve everything and more, that’s why you need to let me go’. Y/N voice breaks on her last words, and she’s trying desperately to force the tears back. Eddie and Richie have giving up it seems, as the tears streamed freely down their face.

‘You have to let me go’, Y/N repeats once more, sniffling. ‘I’m alright. I’m happy and thankful for all the time we got to spend together, even if I wished it had lasted longer. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never be if you can’t move on. I’ll always be with you, no matter where you go. You’ll never be without me, but you can’t keep looking for me in every crowd, cause I’ll never be there. I’ll be in your heart, and looking down on you from heaven or whatever I go to after this. Take care of each other, and protect each other as you protected me. I may be gone, but you both are still here. You love each other, so make the most of the rest of life that is still waiting.’ Y/N steps forward her hands ghosting over Eddie and Richie’s cheek, and they could swear they almost felt the sensation of her hand actually touching them.

She looks Richie straight in the eyes and say; ‘I love you’. Then she turns towards Eddie looking him in the eyes and saying the same; ‘I love you’.

‘It’s time to let me go’.

And in an instance, Y/N vanished. Leaving Eddie and Richie alone once more.

‘Wait, Y/N, please come back’, Eddie cries, but there is no reply.

Richie pulls Eddie into a hug, and Eddie clings to Richie as If Richie was the only things keeping him alive. They stay there for a long time, until both their legs turn numb, and their tears dry. Then, and only then do they get into their car and drive away. Y/N will never be forgotten, but she was right, Eddie and Richie survived, and they have each other. It was time that they learned how to live without her, even though she would always be with them, in the place she had always been, their heart.

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