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ivestas · 1 year

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a good shot

Summary: König had a staring problem, so you confront him about it.

Tags: sniper!fem!reader x konig, platonic!141 x reader, barely edited, awkward, unintentional confession(?)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: my mw2 obsession is real. been trying to deny it but its all that occupies my brain.... send some reqs?? i have such a bad habit of saying that then not following thru but i promise i will LMFAOOO (nah but fr tho im working on ur guys’ requests, just veryyyy slowly since, again, mw2 brainrot) also sorry if this seems rushed, i just wanted to get this idea out of my head hehe

König had a staring problem.

You really didn’t know why, but whenever he was near, you could practically feel his gaze burn a hole through your skin.

You weren’t one to care for stares—you were used to it, especially in your early years as a merc. Most would just be curious why a woman was wearing a bullet vest, especially civilians.

But... König’s eyes were intense. Nothing like the curious—or even hateful—looks you were used to.

You were sure you hadn’t done anything wrong; you barely spoke, never really caring too. You kept to yourself. You didn’t particularly stand out next to your flamboyant peers.

So... why?

You’d first asked Soap about it: he was a people person, always seemed to know someone’s intentions in an instant.

However, he was confused. “He stares at you?”

"You hadn’t noticed?”

“No? I barely see the lad in general, always skulkin’ in some shadow.”

“Seriously?” You frowned. “Then you think you’d know why?”

“Hmmm... here, maybe if I get my crystal ball and ponder for a bit I can find out!”

"Shove the ball up your ass instead.” You snorted. Soap laughed, probably at his own joke than yours.

Getting up, you headed to your next target: Ghost.

You found him in the mess hall, taking apart his rifle on one of the cafeteria tables by himself. Without a second thought, you slid beside him. He didn’t acknowledge you.

Propping your head up with a hand, you look at him. Despite it being night, he’s still wearing his balaclava and shades. You decided it’s best not to make a comment about it since you’re trying to pry answers regarding the Austrian Colossus.

“You’ve noticed König staring at me, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Do you think you’d know why? I’m sure I hadn’t done anything to piss him off, but he’s always just... you know...” you widen your eyes, leaning in. “Doing this. I don’t know whether to be unsettled or flattered.”

Ghost carefully puts two pieces of his rifle together, a satisfying click resonating in the air. “Maybe he’s surprised why the 141 got a clown for a sniper.” He intoned.

“Says the guy wearing a skeleton balaclava and tinted shades—scared the enemies are gonna find out you’re actually just a loser with nothing to his name?” You said the words too quickly, and when Ghost looked at you, he probably knew the thought was bubbling in your head.

"...”

“...”

You couldn’t help the laugh that crawled out your throat, and you noticed that the corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkled.

“...So you don’t know?”

He snorted. “I’m no psychic.”

Sighing, you rose from your seat, leaving Ghost once more in his own bubble.

You really didn’t want to, but you realized you were gonna have to ask from the source itself—König.

Now, you didn’t consider yourself a shy or anxious person, but there was something so imposing about König; maybe it was the fact he literally towers over you like some Goliath, or maybe it’s the fact he only speaks in raspy monosyllables, or, maybe, it was the fact that he just always stares at you, but you couldn’t deny the nervousness that writhed in the pit of your stomach.

But curiosity shined over it, because just why would he just stare?

So, you decided to head to the shooting field: it was an open secret that König often lurked there at night, shooting away at the targets from the day. No one really complained since he’d replace the targets with new ones at the end of every session.

The walk was short; just a quick turn through some halls and out through a door and you’re in the range.

König was some meters away, hunched over a stack of crates and a sniper under his arm. His back was to you.

You stepped on a stray stick just beside your foot. His head shot up.

He turned around in an instant, sniper tight in his hand.

They were right. He’s antsy.

“Hey, König.”

“...”

You slowly approached as though he were a frightful deer... but perhaps a cautious bear would be a more accurate descriptor. He could kill you in seconds.

Like anyone can. It doesn’t scare you.

Admittedly, it’s a little exciting.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“...yes.”

“Your eyes—uh, you stare. A lot.”

His gaze flickered away.

“Just wondering why you just... stare. I’m pretty sure we’ve never spoken, either—”

“We’ve spoken,” he cut in. Rough and light, as usual. “Mostly on missions though.”

“Oh... well, I’m just wondering if I pissed you off, somehow? Earned your ire? I’m dumb, I forget and I can be socially unaware—”

“No, no, no!” His eyes rounded, the sniper loosened in his hands. “No, you didn’t! I just, well...”

“...well?” You echoed, prompting him to continue.

He did.

“You’re nice to look at.”

Your brain froze.

Oh.

“I’m sorry, is that weird?—it is, isn’t it? I apologize, I—”

“No, wait, I’m really flattered, I just—” you laugh breathlessly. In disbelief. “That’s just really fucking flattering.” You can feel your face light up with heat, and all the neat composure you’ve built wash away completely.

Now, you’re reduced to a blushing schoolgirl at a complete loss for words.

What were you supposed to say? What does that even mean? Is that an admission of some crush, or were you just eye candy to him?—and did you like that, like his attention or are you just that deprived of contact?

You force your eyes to his, and you realize he’s hunched over, rubbing at the metal butt of his sniper with a thumb, eyes everywhere except on yours.

"So...” you rubbed your wrist. “What now?”

He finally looked at you. “Huh?”

You were this far already, you weren’t gonna back down yet. Even if your heart was slamming against your chest. “You just called me pretty? And I have a feeling you’re easy on the eyes too—maybe this is too quick—but wanna hang out then? Like, talk and stuff... because... I’m pretty?”

König stared for a moment before breaking into a laugh. “It would be an honor.”

“Then let’s hang out right now! Stay here, I’m gonna grab my sniper and we’re gonna shoot shit till bullets’re covering the ground!!”

König extended his sniper. “Use mine. I want to see how you shoot.” His eyes fluttered, gaze awkwardly averting yet again. You were beginning to find it endearing. “You’re a good shot. And I’d like to get better.”

“And watching me will help you?”

“Yes,” he said the word with earnest, eyes bright.

A crooked smile pulled at your lips. Fuck, you weren’t used to this.

But you liked it. You liked it a lot. You just hoped you could eventually make him feel the same.

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sadlynotthevoid · 2 months

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Okey, but, I feel like og!Cale is the type of person that, if someone tried to make fun of him for a crush, he would be like "ah, yeah, that's true" and openly admit it.

So, og AlbeCale AU where whenever someone tries to mock Cale about liking Alberu or asks him about it, he downright says the truth. Regardless of who is hearing him.

As in, maybe once someone asks if Rok Soo and Cale are dating because they seem close (in part because they're kind of close, and in part because Cale keeps knowing what he is thinking, but they don't know that's just a Cale thing). And Rok Soo is like:

Rok Soo: Nah. This guy's type are baker princes.

Cale: You got it wrong. I don't like any princes who bake, I like Alberu only.

And Alberu, who was drinking tea on the background, suddenly chokes on his cup. Which they notice, of course.

"Oh. Hey, Al. Are you okay?"

—Totally unfazed for having Alberu heard the whole conversation.

He's so shameless about it and it's completely unintentional.

He has no idea of how people treat their crushes normally nor is interested on doing the same. He knows that some people tend to get shy, but a decade purposefully acting as trash killed most of his shame— Well, at least when it is about others' opinions of him—. If he wants to do something, being laughed at is not what's going to stop him.

And what he wants is to say how adorable he thinks Alberu is, so that's what he does.

Rejection? He isn't proposing anything. He doesn't plan on dating or wooing Alberu either. It's not that he wouldn't like it, it's just that it hasn't occurred to him that that's even an option. For him, who had spent years hearing everyone say the worst of him, the idea of someone wanting him by their side is so far away that it has yet to form.

So he keeps making casual comments about how cute Alberu is when he's confused, or "his hair looks so soft, I bet it feels that way too", or "he looks so handsome when he's tricking people. I like it more when he doesn't have to, tho", while everyone else feels embarrased for it. Except Rosalyn, she thinks it's hilarious.

Of course, he's pretty much respectful about it, never crossing the line to sexual harassment. And he would stop if Alberu told him too, but he doesn't. He kinda didn't realize that was an option at the beginning and, at this point, he got used and actually enjoys it a bit (a lot).

Cale: oh, sweets! They're my fifth favorite thing in this cruel world.

Rosalyn, fully knowing what she's doing: what are the other four?

Cale, carefully choicing which cake eat first: Well— *rising a finger per item* my family, animals, Alberu and wine. In that order.

Alberu: *frowns* I'm only third?

Cale, picking a chocolate tart: Mm? I loved animals since before meeting you and, at this point, is a part of myself. The other day I saw a dog and spent two hours squatting at her side without realize. It was not a conscious decision, it was... a soul impulse, let's say.

Alberu, looking at his thighs because damn, that's a lot of time to stay in that position: Oh. Wait, you've also loved wine since before meeting me.

Cale: Yes, but drinking wine is a choice. I can live happily without it. You would be... more difficult to leave.

Alberu: *processing* (that means— can't be happy without me aksjdjsj) "blushes hard*

Rosalyn, looking at Alberu's silly fuming face: (don't laugh don't laugh) Pff—

Cale: cherry pie? *Holds a mini pie in front of Alberu*

The turn tables when Alberu realizes that Cale doesn't have resistaince against genuine compliments. He never takes fake glibbery words seriously, but if someone says the slightliest good thing about him and they mean it, he'll become a mess. He just— doesn't know how to react when someone believes anything good about him.

So, Alberu starts complimenting him seriously— as reprisal, of course ("that's just flirting, nephew. You two are flirting, stop calling it vengeance"). Small but real things, details most people doesn't notice, deeper things that he deserves to hear (because, honestly, someone should tell him how sweet he is. How considerate he is. How much he should be appreciated because he's precious. And it seems Alberu is that someone). It works everytime.

Alberu calls his smile cute once and Cale stops talking. Face red and eyes avoiding everything, he can't pronounce a single word.

He calls him kind after Cale subtly helped a strange for no reason (he's obviously doing it in a way others wouldn't notice unless they knew what to look for. Alberu wonders if this is other "Cale thing"). Cale trips and almost gets discovered. When Alberu looks at his face, he's pouting.

Curiously, he doesn't have the same reaction when he gets called smart. He just smiles a bit and sometimes puffs his chest. Huh. Still adorable, tho.

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sentoooo · 3 months

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DID I SAY SATURDAY..... NAH NAH I SAID SUNDAY FS........ neways, hope you're reading, kenshi's arms anon. thank you for the idea. seriously. this has all ive ever been able to think about since then. i think you're more suited for writing then i am. might've gone overboard, just maybe. enjoy ;)

shout out to britney spears tho. saved my fuckin ass. couldnt focus, couldnt write anything. played baby one more time for like 3 hours. finished the fic. done. there could be a part two..... hm?

cw: NSFW, ftm reader, afab, he/him pronouns used, threesome, implied first time (with both), implied previous relationship w/ johnny before meeting kenshi, body worship, oral (bottom receiving ((YOU)), fingering, slight praise, porn with absolutely no plot, teasing, voyeurism?? within a private space, proofread wc: 3620 MINORS DNI

It was straight to the point. All Johnny needed to hear was that you consented, and he had set the scene. He was eager. Too eager. But damn, he'd be lying if he says he wasn't nervous. Which is odd! A man like him? Nervous? He's been through scenarios like this, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, damn, he's had it all. Yet, you and Kenshi... it's different. So different. The way you two spark butterflies within his stomach simply by being there, it's a different kind of love than anything he's felt before. It's so pure, intentional, passionate, and soft. Just thinking of either of you has his cheeks red.

Now, Johnny lurks behind you and Kenshi. You sit across from the swordsman, hands planted on your knees. As close as Kenshi wanted you to be, he refused to have you in his lap. He wanted to give Johnny ample room to include himself, even if the man had insisted on just watching. Both of you knew from the start he wouldn't. He can't even keep still now. In front of you, Kenshi seems calm, a light blush tints his cheeks. It is his first, and as such, he is nervous.

"Come on," Johnny groans, leaning over Kenshi's shoulder and place his hands on the man's arms. Kenshi furrows his eyebrows at this, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Yet, he did not give in to Johnny's urgency. Kenshi was going to go by his own pace regardless, for your sake and his. Johnny could be patient. "Pleeeeaaaase..." Johnny whines once more, trying to move Kenshi's hands for him.

Yet, Kenshi is still. He does not move his hands. He does not swat Johnny away. He can feel Johnny's excitement, he can almost hear Johnny begging and pleading at the very edge of his mind. However, he is more concerned about you. "Are you ready?" Kenshi prompts, his tone even.

You hesitate- only for a second. It is not a wild idea, nor is it wildly lewd. "Yes," At your consent, Johnny lets out a sigh of relief, and Kenshi seems to relax.

"Alright, Ken-Doll," Johnny leans in closer to Kenshi's ear, a smirk lingering in his voice. He wrapped his hands around Kenshi's forearms, the swordsman relenting and letting Johnny guide his arms. Johnny's hands snake up to Kenshi's wrist, as he leans forwards and urges the man to get closer to you. "Just..." Johnny's voice is already breathy, as he places Kenshi's hands on your waist. "Like this." Somehow, it was surprising that Johnny didn't start... higher.

Kenshi scoffed, tilting his head towards Johnny. "Really?" While his hands were comfortable, even Kenshi had been expecting something more scandalous from Johnny. His tone was sarcastic, causing you to laugh a little.

"Hey! Where else am I supposed to start?" Johnny pouted, squeezing Kenshi's wrists. Kenshi sighs, and lets the actor have his moment. "Alright, alright, I'll get to the damn point." Johnny speaks as if he wasn't just begging you two to start, shaking his head. His eyes meet yours, asking the same question Kenshi had before. You nod, and lean into Kenshi's hands. With this, Johnny leads Kenshi's hands up under your shirt, just under your breasts. Not quite there. He's got a sly smile on his face, as if he's in it to tease you. Johnny understands just what your body needs, and while he's confident in Kenshi's ability to make you writhe in pleasure. However, Kenshi wasn't so... intimate with your body like Johnny was. Not that he couldn't be.

Kenshi's fingers trace over your ribs, his touch gentle, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. Your body shudders at the touch, a pleasant feeling sparking from his hands. Johnny smiles at this, his hands lingering on Kenshi's wrists, trailing down to his forearms, and finally letting go. Johnny gave Kenshi a quick peck on the cheek, before finally retreating to the chair he had pulled up next to the bed. His arousal was already clear, it seems the mention of something like this was enough to get him hard. Yet, he was being patient. Or trying to be, anyways. Johnny kept his hands clasped together, as if to prevent himself from touching himself. In fact, his knuckles were turning white.

Before you could comment, Kenshi brought his thumbs up to your sternum, lightly cupping your breasts. Your breath hitched, just slightly, as he slowly massaged them. He was uncannily attentive, his fingers tracing underneath your nipple. He seemed to enjoy how you waited for him, to take advantage of this opportunity. "Yeah, there you go," Johnny instructed, his impatience finally taking place in his voice. "He likes that, y'know?" Johnny was studying you, looking for any more signs of pleasure. His leg bounced, almost growing irritable. "Don't keep him waiting."

You could see Kenshi smirk, leaning in closer to you. He kept you on edge, caressing your boobs, but not quite touching your nipples. The teasing was almost getting to you. And Johnny, too. "Really, now?" Kenshi's voice was full of mischief, tilting his head back to look at you. "So... If I were to..." Finally, he ran his thumb over your left bud, causing you to bite your lip. Only once.

"C'mon, darlin'... if not for me, for him," Johnny pleaded, leaning forward in his chair. "What, do I have to show you exactly how to do it?" He unclasped his hands, making a motion as if he were to get up.

Kenshi tilted his head towards Johnny once more, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind," He insisted, still keeping his hands underneath your breasts. He could do this by himself, by the end of the night he would've had your whole body memorized. But he couldn't turn down Johnny's request.

Johnny groans and get up out of his seat, once more placing his hands on Kenshi's wrists. He wastes no time properly placing Kenshi's hands on your breasts. "Squeeze," He instructs, watching as you arch your back into Kenshi's touch. And when Kenshi does squeeze, hands gripping into the soft flesh, you can't help but let out a small 'mn,' in response. He treated your body as if you were fragile, yet his touch was full of lust. Johnny then guiding Kenshi's right hand back down to your stomach. "All yours." Johnny now hovered over you two, as if he were afraid Kenshi would spend the entire time just teasing you.

Kenshi finally relents, letting his right hand run down your stomach. It's erotic, his touch sensual. He's slow, as to map out your body. Johnny stayed close now, pressing his erection against the bed, through his pants. He was searching for any sort of release, just being able to watch Kenshi was excruciating. "Having fun, Cage?" Kenshi mocked, running his thumb over your nipple once more.

"Dammit, Kenshi," Johnny grunted, grinding against the sheets. "Y'know... you don't have to be so goddamn-"

"Slow?" Kenshi spoke for Johnny, his right hand finding the band of your boxers underneath your sweats. Johnny's breath hitches, as if this was the release he was seeking. Yet, Kenshi simply traces along your waist, the line leading further to your core. "What, am I not allowed to enjoy our darling's body...?" Now, he was just teasing Johnny. "Is this not what you wanted?"

"No! No... I, uhm," Johnny backs off, his face flush. "Shit," He was almost afraid that this moment would end. You pushed yourself closer to Kenshi, in attempt to make sure it didn't. You were eager, and perhaps Kenshi would understand that. "He wants it- just- I- Ugh..." Johnny stumbled over his words, watching as you push yourself further into Kenshi's touch.

"Really, is this what you want, my dear?" Kenshi smiles all too innocently, addressing you once more. His fingers stay placed firmly in the band of your boxers, his left hand finally leaving your breast. You whimper at the loss of touch, somehow the absence of it turned you on more. "I need to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, making eye contact with Johnny once more. He nods enthusiastically- neither of you can take it. "Yea..." You whisper, your voice breathy. "Please." You plead.

"Then," Kenshi nods, tugging at your sweatpants now. "I won't keep you waiting." You do not hesitate. You shuffle your legs out from underneath your body, so he can pull your sweats off. And he does. Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back against the bed.

"Thighs," Johnny points, making direct eye contact with you once more. "His thighs are the most sensitive." He instructs, happy to finally continue. Kenshi follows, near immediately.

"Like this?" Kenshi's right hand runs down your inner thigh, taking his time. He traces each stretchmark, reveling in the warmth. In response, you let out a sweet moan, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

"Yeaaah..." Johnny smirks, his hand finally meeting his own erection. He let out a soft moan at the temporary bliss, watching how you squirmed, pushing your legs into Kenshi's touch. "His collarbone, too... he likes it there."

Kenshi followed, once more. He leaned in, closing the distance between your bodies. His lips find your neck first, not out of clumsiness, no, simply to put you on edge. You groan, craning your neck to the side to allow him more access. He does not play into this, however. He trails his teeth lightly down your neck, and finds your collarbone. He kisses you once more, only rewarding you after you let out a soft sigh. He bites, this time, and your hands find his shoulders.

"Awh, you've made him all red," Johnny points out, finally freeing himself of his pants. "Just like that, Ken-Doll." His hand snakes down into his own boxers, caressing his tip gently. His eyes burn into you, intent on following your own pleasure.

Kenshi's hand creeps closer and closer to your pussy. Yet shies away at the last minute. You whimper once more, feeling his breath against your skin. Goosebumps riddle your body, as you search for some sort of entrance, pressing your body further into him. You lean your head into his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. Kenshi pulls away and places his left hand on your head, toying with your hair. He turns his head over to Johnny and grins at him.

Johnny just stares back, furrowing his brows and pouting once more. Somehow, you getting all of Kenshi's attention... and Kenshi getting all of you... He closes his eyes and rubs away the thought, teasing himself. "Give him what he wants," He demands, inching closer to you and Kenshi. And when Kenshi doesn't follow his direct order, he finally joins you two on the bed.

You raise your head, looking at Johnny through messy hair. There's a darker look in his eyes, not jealousy... maybe jealousy. He takes his spot behind Kenshi and leans over the man's shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. At the same time, not only does Kenshi's hand creep closer to your boxers once more, Johnny's hands find their way into Kenshi's pants. In tandem, the three of you moan. Johnny's pressed himself against Kenshi's back, grinding like a dog. Kenshi tilts his head back, moaning right into Johnny's ear. The sudden stimulation brings Kenshi's hands into your boxers, too. Ignoring all hesitation and teasing before. His hand enters through the leg, however his left hand grabs onto the waistband and pulls near immediately.

Johnny smiles at the chaos he's created, the stimulation he so urgently wanted- needed. His eyes land on your exposed bottom half, your pussy slick. Waiting. Kenshi's hand firmly gripping your thigh now, bucking his hips into Johnny's hand. "Now that's better, right?" Johnny taunts, glad to finally get this party started. Kenshi nods, slightly. Almost embarrassed to enjoy this. Johnny chuckles, leaning back closer to you. He picks up the speed of his ministrations, leaving Kenshi to bite his lip and suppress his pleasure. "And what about you, sweetheart?" His eyes glide now your frame, from your face, to your clothed torso, to your entrance.

You lowered your head, feeling your face and ears heat up. You couldn't speak, watching Kenshi enjoy the feeling of Johnny's hands, the swordsman's fingers digging into the soft warm flesh of your thigh still. Your words caught in your throat, you inch slightly closer to the two. Johnny closes the distance between you and him, placing another soft kiss on your lips. Only a peck, as he nudged Kenshi with his shoulder. "Don't forget about him, hm?" To see Johnny take such a dominant, teasing role was almost a dream come true. Yet, still uncanny.

Kenshi returns his focus to you, holding back more soft noises and reaching both hands out to you, holding you by your waist. His grip was firm, letting out a sigh. He was withholding his own pleasure, now intent on getting you off. Johnny chuckles, simply holding Kenshi's dick in his hand now. He let the swordsman take control of his own pleasure. Kenshi's touch was more erratic now, trailing back up your sides. Sometimes, he'd go slow, and sometimes he'd go quicker, as if he was ready for this interaction to reach its climax. Regardless, he seemed adamant on making sure you enjoyed his touch as much as he enjoyed exploring your body. As you watch Kenshi's hands make their way underneath your shirt once more, a lightbulb goes off in Johnny's head.

"Hey, Kenshi, Stop," Johnny starts, his hands retreating from Kenshi's dick. At this, the swordsman relaxes. However, despite how hard Kenshi had tried to hide it, the sudden absence of Johnny's touch clearly made him want more. "You'll love this." He gets off the bed, and grabs you by your waist. You squeak, as he turns you to the side, with your legs now dangling off the bed. Out of Kenshi's hands. Johnny does not explain further, simply directing Kenshi to sit behind you. Kenshi hesitates, but does so, regardless.

"What is your game, Cage?" Kenshi asks, taking his place behind you. His hands still firmly planted on your hips. Johnny grins, but doesn't respond. He simply finds Kenshi's right hand once more, and guides it up over your shirt, to your neck.

"Don't choke him, just," Johnny bites his lip, proud of his unspoken idea. "Just feel, I guess..." With that, he finally snakes down, placing his hands on your knees. Kenshi wraps his hand around your neck gently, just as Johnny instructed. He rests his chin on your shoulder, as if to watch Johnny. The actor looks up at you, now on his knees. His hands slowly make their way up to the insides of your thighs, parting them as you let out a low sigh. You hear Kenshi's breath hitch, Johnny's idea finally clicking in his head.

"Cage, you dog," Kenshi remarks, adjusting his position slight, pulling his pants down. Just enough for you to feel the heat spring from his boxers.

Johnny ignores Kenshi's comment, and looks up at you, with pleading eyes. "May I?" His tone is scandalous, his smirk ever-present. You nod once more, and Johnny goes in. His plan in full swing, now. You can't escape. His hands keep your thighs apart, and before you can realize the actor's marvelous plan, warmth hits your core. Johnny's tongue enters within your folds, staying still for a couple minutes as if to taste you. You whimper at this, arching your back and grinding into Johnny's tongue. Kenshi was enjoying the vibrations of your sweet sounds against his palm, placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. Johnny wasted no time, lapping at your pussy as if he had been hungry. With each moan, sigh, and stutter that escapes your lips, Kenshi rewards you with a another kiss. From your shoulder, to the crook of your neck, to your jaw.

Johnny moans into you, digging his nails into your thighs. He keeps you still, as you relish in his tongue, arching your back and exposing more of your neck for Kenshi to feel. For once, Kenshi thought, Johnny's idea wasn't half bad. He enjoyed this more than he liked to admit. He heard you, alright. Whining for Johnny, begging for more. His tongue flicks across your clit, producing a louder, stifled moan from you. After that, his tongue curls back inside you, searching for more. You are almost too caught up within the pleasure to notice that Kenshi's left hand follows down your body, hovering just above your pussy. It is only when you feel a digit enter you that you realize what Kenshi is doing. You yelp once more, pushing your back into Kenshi.

Kenshi laughs at your helplessness, trapped between both men. His thumb pays special attention to your clit, providing a sensitive tingling burning through your body. "Good boy," He whispered against the shell of your ear, his voice gruff. "Letting me explore you... I'm not done, you understand?" You can feel Johnny laugh against you, as Kenshi begins to fuck you with his fingers. His pace is slow, out... in... out... as opposed to Johnny's quick and desperate pace with his tongue. Kenshi keeps his right hand on your neck, still, reveling in the feeling of your pleasure and whimpering and whining and crying. His thumb continues to rub gentle circles on your clit, as Johnny's hands begin to roam your thighs. This only makes you moan more.

"Joh- fffuuhhh- ahn," Your words slur together, the differing paces in pleasure providing a pool of electricity welling up within you. You do not know who's name to cry, "Kensh---" As you are cut off by another wave of pleasure, as Kenshi toys with your clit, now swollen. Was Johnny's idea even needed? Kenshi seemed to have already mapped out your body in his heads, and yet, against Johnny's tongue, he almost knew your folds more.

Johnny pulls away momentarily, looking up at you. He licks his lips, letting out a satisfying sigh as you whimper from the loss of contact. "You taste so good, sweetheart," His eyes fall to Kenshi's finger, as the swordsman works another digit into your entrance. Johnny watches, content with what he's started. "All red, and needy..." Johnny enjoys the warmth of your thighs now, leaning his head to the left as he watches Kenshi's tattooed hands slowly unravel you. "How does that feel, hm? You like it?"

You can only nod, finding all sorts of lewd noises slipping from your mouth. Kenshi fingers you slowly, still. As if to the rhythm of your heartbeat. His breath hot against your neck, his left hand squeezing ever so slightly. Yet, he does not restrict your breathing. He seeks out to feel more of your sounds, groaning and begging for him to pick up the pace. He doesn't give in, however. He does this to remember your walls, every ripple, the texture, and just how wet you are. Kenshi must admit, this is more pleasurable than Johnny's hand down his pants.

Meanwhile, Johnny simply rubs your thigh, tracing every single stretch mark with his thumb. You jerk into Kenshi's fingers, grinding out once more. That soft, dull pressure builds just below your stomach, an electetricfying feeling shot up your spine. Your moans loose all coherency, begging inaudibly for more. Neither man acts on your pleas, driving you closer to your climax, slowly.

"Yeah, yeah... just like that," Johnny hums, finding it oddly comfortable to just watch. He made no move to pleasure himself, nor did Kenshi. "Go ahead, baby." He urges, as you grind up into Kenshi's fingers more. Kenshi does not budge on his pace, still. However, his thumb speeds up ever so slightly.

"This is what you want, no?" Kenshi teases, kissing the crook of your neck once more. You only whine in response, desperately nodding your head. Your body craves release more so than your mind, seeking to feel the weight release, snap, and spill out onto Kenshi's hand. With each thrust of his fingers, your legs shake, your thighs threaten to close. Yet Johnny stops them.

"Nuh uh, not happenin', sweetheart," Johnny uses both of his hands to push open your legs, wider. "I gotta see ya." With this, you let out another lengthy whine, before biting your lip. Somehow, this grants Kenshi better access. His fingers pick up the pace ever so slightly, your mind teeters on the brink of ecstasy. His fingers only reach slightly deeper, closer to your core.

Your eyes roll back, leaning your head against Kenshi's and making direct eye contact with Johnny. Not a moment later does that coil snap, cumming all over Kenshi's fingers. Your body twitches into his hand, each wave pushing more and more of your much needed release out of you. Johnny chuckles once more, Kenshi listens almost too intently to your moans. Somehow, still begging for more.

Slowly, Kenshi's fingers leave you, the last waves of pleasure exiting your body through moans. You slowly come down from your high, as Johnny pushes himself up from his position on the floor. Kenshi praises you once more, inaudible as the afterglow washes over you.

#⁺◟sentooo #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x ftm reader #mortal kombat 1 x ftm reader #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x male reader #johnny cage x ftm reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x male reader #kenshi takahashi x ftm reader #johnny cage x reader x kenshi takahashi #johnny cage x male reader x kenshi takahashi #johnny cage x ftm reader x kenshi takahashi

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vendetta-if · 1 year

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Nah that was so mean... do it again😈 In all seriousness tho, how would ash and rin would react/feel if the one who gives mc the hickey is the other? Would that makes them slightly more relieved? Or would it makes them even more conflicted? Or maybe something else?

For those who haven’t seen the hickey saga, click here and here 😉

Well, this might be the last questions relating to the infamous hickey ask I’ll answer for now. This is assuming the poly has not come into their minds yet 😈

Ash

Ash sees them entering the room together. MC is ducking their head sheepishly while Rin is walking beside them, a shit-eating smirk, pointing at MC’s neck.

Huh, what’s wrong with MC’s throat? They squint their eyes and finally see it. Marks. Ash’s heart sinks and it feels as if the floor has been pulled beneath their feet. They don’t even need to ask to know what marks those are.

Rin is laughing—a rarity—at something MC says, and MC’s face turns even redder. Suddenly, it feels hard to breathe and Ash only has one thing in their mind: They have to get away from here.

Quickly, they duck out of the room before MC or Rin can catch a glimpse of them. Their mind is racing a thousand miles a minute and their heart is pumping hard from the stress. They feel sick.

They’ve had suspicions that Rin has feelings for MC ever since they were all kids. Rin smiles too much around MC. But they never thought that they and MC would… would really get together… before Ash can even confess their feelings to MC as well.

Ash should’ve shot their shot. What if MC had feelings for them too? Then… that means it’s Ash’s fault for not trying to confess earlier.

Aargh! Stupid, stupid, Ash! Now, it’s too late! You’ve fucked up your chances and you have no one to blame but yourself!

But at least… at the very least… it’s Rin, right? Rin is smart and the marriage with MC would mean a tighter alliance and better future for both the Morozov and the Aikawa. It’s just… perfect, like it’s meant to be.

MC seems happy too and that’s all that matters to Ash. But they can’t deny, it still hurts. A lot. And they’re not sure how long it would take for them to fully recover from this—if it’s even possible.

Rin

Rin hears the commotion first and as they turn from looking out the panoramic window at the cityscape beyond, they see Ash and MC walking into the room.

MC is strutting in confidently while Ash trails beside them, a fabric in their hands and they seem to fuss over MC, trying to get them to wear the scarf, face tomato red.

Huh, what are those two up to again? They squint their eyes and they finally notice it. Love bites. On MC’s throat. Oh…

Their heart clenches painfully in their chest and they feel cold all over. Fuck… It’s not really a feeling they’ve felt so acutely before. Heartbreak. Jealousy. They are aware of them, of course, but they had been lucky enough to have never experienced them before this.

But now that they feel it for the first time, they kinda wish they never fell in love at all. Rin knows deep inside that their feelings for MC just kept growing despite their best efforts to bury it deep down—a small secret act of rebellion against his father.

Maybe they shouldn’t have done that. Maybe they shouldn’t have played hard-to-get for so long. Maybe they should have shown clearer interest in MC. Maybe… Maybe they should’ve known that MC and Ash would’ve gotten together eventually. It doesn’t take a precog to predict that.

They’ve seen Ash’s crush on MC ever since they were all kids. It’s a miracle it takes this long for them to get together—all those times, wasted opportunity. Rin couldn’t even truly be mad at Ash for this outcome. Sometimes, you wonder whether Ash would be willing to share…

Ash and MC are approaching them, taking their mind off the bitter thoughts, but the turmoil is still there roiling inside their head. For a second, they consider just turning around and walking away, but decide to try act casual instead.

It’s hard when your heart is breaking and you feel sick to your stomach from self-hatred over the irreversible mistakes they’ve made. But they steel themself, clenching their fists and taking in a shaky breath. I can do this, they think as they plaster on a little smirk on their face that feels too similar to a grimace.

#asks #anon ask #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #cyoa #cyoa game #choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story

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some-beans · 1 year

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Hi! I wanted to request dormleaders with a reader like Millie from helluva boss?

yes 100% yes but god i'm bad at answering these fast 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

✎...pairing: twst dorm leaders x millie!reader ✎...themes: hints to murder, mentions of blood, reader is fem with she/her in mind ✎...enjoy !!

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

ngl a little freaked out

given your horns and tail, and the vague/slightly tad bits of what your line of work is, it's safe to say riddle was very weary of you

but, i suppose that lessens up when he sees you respecting the queen of hearts' rules

lowkey loves that fact you fit in with the red aesthetic tho

also loves when you easily whip Ace and Deuce into shape

riddle feels surprisingly comfortable with you after the overblot incident due to the fact you simply held onto him and allowed him to cry, and get it out of his system

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

ma'am

he laps up ALL the love and affection you give him

such a smug bastard [ affectionate ]

also kind of "he asked for pickles" but it's more that he's just lazy

definitely respects the shit out of tho

girlboss over here

is so impressed when he witnessed you take down, like, 15 of his housemates like it was riding a bike

did i mention cuddles??

cuz you are now his fav pillow

yeah nah, you're not moving until he's awake

well, i mean, you can cuz not gonna stop you, but ready to then deal with a grumpy lion later on

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

flustered yet intrigued

you said you did some bodyguard work and know how to deal with problematic customers??

. . . do you need a job??

but in all seriousness, very much becomes your malewife

man legit folds at any and all affection you give him, big and small

very surprised when you help him get more contracts for him and he swoons lowkey

something to do with the fact you're from hell or something

he didn't really pay attention cuz azul's brain had crashed from the smile you sent him

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

oh our sweet sunshine baby

you honestly end up taking over jamil's job at this point

jamil cried tears of joy over this

you can easily calm kalim down and divert his attention back on track

and easily dispose of any hitmen *ahem*

he definitely buys jewellery to decorate your horns

you casually mentioned your, uh, job once, and let's say kalim is grateful that he's on your good side

𝐕𝐈𝐋

you're like a slightly more violent cheerier version of rook in a sense

but also somehow less intense too??

ugh whatever

your bright red skin does intrigue him

and your makeup is quite impressive

. . .

what do you mean you have naturally smooth skin?? had no acne too??

vil may kind of reprehend you for your country accent, but quickly shuts the fuck up from the wicked glare you give him

epel snickered to himself when say that happen

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

you are intense

but in a good way??

you have successfully bamboozled idia shroud

it confuses

he has heard of imps before bc duh ofc he has

he's watched too many manga and shit to not know what those are

you two very much give "he asked for pickles" and "girlboss + malewife" vibes

gets spooked when you don't bat an eye to the gore when watching horror series with him

may have prayed once or twice

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

at first, he mistook you for another dragon fae cuz of ya horns and got really fuckin excited

tho lowkey sad once you explained you're actually an imp from hell

still jazzed about the horns and tail tho

loves to share stories and whatnot

. . . kinda concerned when you mentioned a job that left your leg in a bear trap

yeah

malleus may have almost asked to . . . talk to your boss

#💌 some beans requests !!#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #millie!reader #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for questioning the deck guy?

Last summer my wife and I (24F and 25M at the time, tho I'm trans and still looked like a woman) were housesitting for an older couple (60s M&F). The couple is very nice, treats us very well, and has a nice house in a nice neighborhood and two golden retrievers (6M&12F) we care for while they're away. We've been their go-to housesitters for about 2 years and I take it very seriously, considering they've placed their trust in us to take care of their house and dogs.

One morning last summer as I was getting ready for work, there was a knock at the door. I answered and there was a guy with a truck saying he was there to work on the deck and asking to be let into the back yard. I was confused because usually if there is something like this scheduled during our stay, the home owners let us know. So, I asked him if he had any confirmation that he was scheduled to be here.

He did NOT like that. To be clear, I wasn't thinking he had any nefarious plans, I was just wondering if maybe he had the wrong house. But also, I wasn't gonna let a random guy into the backyard and then leave for work, especially with my wife asleep upstairs. Even if I didn't think he was up to anything, that just seemed like common sense safety. And since I was being polite and (I think) reasonable, it felt like his immediate getting mad at being questioned was a red flag. He showed me a text from his boss with the address he was supposed to go to, but didn't have any record of the client name or anything, and this still felt like it could all be a mistake so I asked if he could wait while I contacted the home owners.

He got huffy and made some rude comments but went back to his truck. I texted the homeowners and they apologized for forgetting to tell me, at which point I let him into the back yard. He couldn't have been delayed more than 10 minutes.

The dogs hang out in the kitchen during the day, with a big window looking out to the deck, and as I continued getting ready for work they kept barking at him. I know this was kind of an AH move, but I didn't really try to stop them, since he'd been rude, and I justified it by thinking that I didn't want them to think it was okay if he tried to come in or something.

But as far as questioning him in the first place - AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kpophubb · 2 years

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𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ♡

❥ωнєη уσυ яαηԃσмℓу αѕк тнєм тσ мαяяу уσυ

🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ♥︎

“ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 ��𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰."

—-——————————(☆▽☆)———————————

ꕤ нєєѕєυηց:-

So it’s been a solid one hour that you’ve been ignored by your boyfriend, heeseung, whose eyes were seemingly glued to his pc screen, devoting his whole concentration and life to his game.

You’ve tried numerous tricks to gain his attention and even whined and pouted on the bed. Believe me, even your failed attempts at doing aegyo didn’t cause him to budge.

Hence as you laid there seated on your shared bed behind his chair, you suddenly had a plan pop up in your head.

You saw this prank on tiktok where people ask their boyfriends randomly to marry them. You and hee had already been dating lovingly for 2 years and you always wanted to ask about marriage without sounding too clingy

Plus you needed a way to break him off the dang screen ugh🙄

So, clearing your throat, you begin to form your sentences.

“Umm hee?”

*no response*

“Heeseung??!”

“Uh yeah sorry babe. Go on.” He replies in an inattentive way, with his hands stuck to the keyboard.

“Well the thing is…I’ve been thinking about this lately. We’ve been dating for quite a while now. And I was wondering…when you’re gonna propose?”

MY GOODNESS GURL, his eyes almost pop out and he accidentally almosstt deletes his precious league of legends account out of OVERWHELMING SHOCK.😳😱

Like I mean..don’t drop a nuclear bomb without notice before giving him a heart attack like that..😏

But don’t worry it’s a good kind of heart attack cause man immediately dissolves into a blushing mess 🥺

Will turn his doey beautiful eyes in your direction immediately and you see shyness and love and giddy ness displayed in them.

“You want me to?☺️👉🏻👈🏻 you never told me tho.”

“And Why should I?? Aren’t you supposed to figure that out yourself?” You pretend to pout but smile immediately seeing his cuteness.

Ugh he’s just gonna be so cute about it the whole time afterwards. Immediately hops into bed and smiles nonstop like a silly idiot and hugs you and kisses you and cuddles and smiles some more till you think he’s going crazy fr 😆

But nah, he does seriously think about it. He always dreamt of making you his wife but he wanted you to be comfortable with the idea. And now that you brought up the idea, he’s on cloud 9. 🙈

“Hmm baby~ 🥰 then you shall expect something very soon!” He proudly declares as you two lay snuggled in bed, his hands caressing your waist and eyes directly looking inside yours.

And he’s very serious for real. Because soon enough he will surprise you with your favourite flowers and an adorable proposal where he will kneel down and literally sing for you!🥺💞

Man’s so serious he’s also gonna secretly Google tips and tricks to be a good husband just for you. 🤫 cause he’s been dying to be your official man since the first day he fell in love with you.😉💋

ꕤ วαу:-

Okay so this sweetheart already had his own marriage plans inside his head before you even brought it up.🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Because jay is such a serious and loyal person in a relationship, it’s definitely the date-to-marry situation for him!

Plus since the first day he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you to be a permanent part of his life.

And as days passed by and your relationship evolved, he wanted you more with each passing second and realized it was you he wanted to love for the rest of his life.

Thus he already thought about the whole scenario- when to propose, how to propose, where to live when you guys do get married, how many years will it take for him to settle down etc etc.

But he kept it all low-key because he didn’t wanna rush you. And you never told him anything about wanting to get married until tonight

Once again, he was making dinner for you. You were sitting on the table, eagerly watching him and smiling at his adorable demeanour.

See this was the thing. Domesticity was such a natural part of your relationship, the way jay would cook food for you, he’d volunteer to do the house chores together with you, you’d cuddle and watch a movie on weekends like a couple, and he would even blow dry your hair every night after you took a shower!

All of it felt so peaceful and happy that the thought of marrying him and making everything official between you guys dropped in your head in an instant.

So you ask him as he stirs the noodle in the pot, occasionally stealing glances from you and blowing you kisses to make you feel less lonely

“Jay?”

“Yes love?”

“Will you marry me?”

The remark was pretty blunt..but serious so you just let it hang in the air there without speaking further. It was true though. You needed to know how he felt about wife-ing you up. 😳

He turns to you instantly and chuckles out loud. But ofc, in an attractive and heart warming way you’ve never seen before.

He turns off the stove briefly while turning to walk towards you, all the while maintaining eye contact. He gets closer and closer…

*thump thump thump*😳💘

“I’ve been dying to, darling.” Jay admits, with his face only centimetres away from you. The moment was so filled with honesty and intimacy, you could swear you were going dizzy.

You anticipated a passionate kiss but he blurts out the next serious comments one after another..

“We should get your parent’s permission first.” “Maybe we should wait another year till you finish your major?” “Ah what type of apartment should we live in once we get married-“

You interrupt him with an obvious eye roll “jay🙄😒”

“Sorry.” He laughs, cupping your cheek and smiling at your cute but annoyed expression.

The passionate moment you’ve been waiting for finally happens when he connects his lips with yours. Sensual, intimate, love filled and so dang promising. 💋

You knew with every touch of his mouth on yours how much he loved you and how dearly he wanted you to be a part of his everyday.

And ofcourse, jay being the gentleman he is, will definitely calculate every move and execute his plans before finally kneeling down for you and asking you for your hand in marriage 💍👩‍❤️‍👨

Cause come on, the best husband award in enha obviously goes to the one and only, park jay.😏

ꕤ วαкє:-

The idea of marriage suddenly crossed your head from the movie you both were watching, when the male lead proposes the actress in a grand way towards the end of the story.

The setting you were in currently was also very romantic tbh. Dimly lit room with faint light from the scented candles, romantic movie playing on the tv screen as you lay seated in between jake’s legs as he wraps his arms around you securely, his chin resting on your shoulder and a warm blanket heating up both your bodies.

You couldn’t shake off the idea of asking jake the one question you always wanted to ask. Besides, getting to marry the love of your life was definitely the happiest thing that could happen to you.

He was so loving, so gentle, so caring and just so in love with you that you couldn’t even think about anything else but basking in his affection all the time. He was sweet and observant and always paid attention to your likes/dislikes and always reminded you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you.

And now that you had a chance to make him yours and yours alone for the rest of your life, how could you not ask him to marry you in a heart beat.

You turn your head towards his and he temporarily lifts his face from your shoulder to look into you properly, while still making sure that you guys were super close to the point where your breaths were practically intertwining and landing on eachother’s cheeks. But that was the thing you loved the most about him. How he always craved to be close to you and prioritised skinship.

“Jakey..there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hmm princess. Go on, I’m listening.” He kisses the tip of your nose before looking into your eyes fondly.

“I want to marry you jake. I want to spend every hour of my life with you..as your lover and as your wife. I want an “us”, forever. Do you?”

Believe me, you don’t even need to check his facial expressions to get his reaction, the way his heart is beating SO ABNORMALLY loud against your back is enough proof to let you know about the fireworks he feels inside.

Overjoyed, overwhelmed, smiley, emotional, excited puppy. 🥹💞

“Y/n…*sighs* you have no idea how much I want that more than you. I really love you so much that sometimes..ok no..MOST times it drives me crazy.”

“Shall I take that as a yes?”😳

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes and a thousand times yes! >.<“ he replies, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips in the process.

And trust me when I say you that he’s dead serious about it. Stop him because he’s already started TELLING his marriage vows to you right then and there lmao

“In the name of God, I, take you, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death-“ he tries to continue but you playfully nudge him with your elbow in his stomach till you’re both laughing merrily

Nah, you can’t stop him fr tho bc he’s ACTUALLY gonna go to stores to look up engagement rings for you 😳💍🙈🥺

He even renames your name on his phone as “layla’s mom” and adds your family picture as his new wallpaper. 👉🏻👈🏻💓

And ay, he’s now UNSTOPPABLE because he even starts deciding how many kids he wants with you and THEN himself gets shy about it lol dhsjdusj ☺️🤪

ꕤ ѕυηցнσση:-

When you saw pictures of some of your friends posting pictures of their engagement rings and their fiancé, it filled you with the desire to get married too

Ofcourse to the love of your life and your handsome boyfriend, the park sunghoon ✨

You did try to bring up this topic TWICE before by telling him indirectly, hinting him by showing him your friend’s pictures with puppy eyes 🥺 but nahhhh

Man just swayed the topic every damn time and pretended to not understand 🙄😠

But you try to bring it up again today..cause you needed to find out why he avoids that?? Like y’all been dating for a few years and he loves you surely then what’s the problem?????

You bake him his favourite tiramisu, dress up for him and when he comes home, shower him in affection and bring him the dessert which makes his eyes light up. 😚🤩

“Sunghoon ah ~” you pat his shoulder and look at him, preparing to drop the question.

“Propose to me sunghoon.”

“……………”

Man almost chokes on his “peiberet tiramishu” what did you do omg 🫢

*coughs intensively*

Then stares at you in disbelief like you just uttered a taboo thing for what feels like an eternity.

“Y/n………………”

“Did you hit your head with something?🤨 I think you need to see a doctor.”

“SUNGHOON!!😡😡”

Aight aight he was just messing with you. 😆😛

“You’re kind of cute when you’re mad.” He wheezes at your annoyed expression that he finds really interesting.

Putting the tiramisu aside, he flings his arms open and gestures you to come inside. “Come here doll.”

He kisses the tip of your head lightly and squeezes you in a tight hug!! >.<

“ wait for a few years till we are responsible enough and I’ll definitely marry you for good. Because ofcourse, I love you and only you.” 💓

Thanks to you, now he’s got something to be delulu about before going to sleep everyday. 😳

ꕤ ѕυησσ:-

Definitely the sweetest one about this whole situation, I swear to god 🥹💞

You were wearing a pretty lacy white long dress infront of the mirror just because you bought this dress on sale and wanted to try it out infront of your boyfie.

And ofcourse he drops his phone and directs every attention at you and you alone.

He low-key imagines how pretty you’d look as a bride inside his his mind and gives the brightest sunny smile. 👉🏻👈🏻

But you hear his thoughts out loud from the fanboy-ish way he keeps staring at you with heart eyes.

“My sunshine. Do you want to marry me someday?🙈” you ask him in the most polite yet shy way, locking eyes with him.

Initially thrown off course from how you uttered the exact thing he was thinking…but then starts giggling giggling. ☺️☺️

He rushes to stand beside you infront of the mirror and stares at the reflection of the both of you.

“Ofcourse I would. Why wouldn’t I?” He proudly exclaims with endless admiration in his tone. 💗

That obviously causes you to blush and cover your face in your palms.

But he chuckles and makes you look in the mirror instead.

“Look at us. We look so perfect together, like we were made for eachother y/n.”

The comment makes you feel butterflies all over the place but before you can react, he kisses your cheeks and opens his phone camera to click selcas with you!!

Boy floods a hundred pics of you two & especially YOU on his phone and even has a secret folder consisting of those pics that he named “my lovely future wife 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 “

Another one who has endless scenarios about your married life in his imagination and gets all bubbly giddy about it all da time! 😝

ꕤ วυηցωση:-

Just yang jungwon being yang savage jungwon 😏

Good thing that you asked it as a prank or else the humiliation was sth you’d never recover from lol

The members were in on this prank with you cause they were dying to see leadernim’s reaction!

I mean..he always seemed to be allergic to pda and didn’t even hold your hands infront of them smh 🤨

Hence when you guys were hanging out at the dorm together, you guys start the prank.

“Guys..can someone get us the drinks from the table?” Jake comments, winking at you, indicating the signal to start!

“Ahh don’t worry. My future husband is gonna go get it.” You claim, looking at jungwon

Awkward silence…………………😐

Jungwon didn’t even hear what you said..or atleast acted like he didn’t. He was still busied on his phone and everyone exchanges glances.

“Jungwon?? Please go get the drinks.” Heeseung shrugs by tugging at his shoulder which NOW got his attention. He volunteers and exits the room casually

Plan failed (1)

You sulk hard…..:((( at his ignorance…:(( but everyone tries cheering you up. And niki swears he saw jw flinch and blush but then he played it cool.

But you had to find it out for yourself!☹️😤

So when you see jungwon coming through the door, you yell out-

“Yang jungwon!!! >.< marry me!!!”

And..

Baby cat just takes a solid 180 degree turn and walks out the door again😆

Talk about plan failing (2)

BUT truth is…he couldn’t handle getting his heart pierced twice today😳 bc this time he couldn’t hide his obvious red cheeks lol 👉🏻👈🏻

So he needed to catch some air ahem ahem

When he returns, you see a cutesy dimple smile as he sits beside you and

Puts the metal cap opener inside your ring finger from the bottle and quietly says:

“For now..this works. After a few years…I’ll get you a real ring okay?”

AND WOOOOAAAAAAAHHH🙈😳💞

The whole room starts cheering causing you both to blush hard lmao

But all’s well that ends well, because?? You see the million dollar smile on his face and for the first time today, he expresses his love for you infront of his family!💕

ꕤ ηιкι:-

Niki was lying down beside you half asleep as you scrolled through Instagram on your phone

Seeing some wedding pictures pop up, you suddenly steal a glance of your boyfriend who you’ve been dating for almost 3 years

Now was a appropriate time to ask him to marry you, half of it directed as a plan, half of it a serious comment.

So you move him lightly and call out his name

“Nikinikinikiniki oii!! >~<“

“…what?” He muffles under his breath, turning his half lidded eyes at you, squinting and furrowing his brows, obviously displeased by your interruption

But you go on anyway

“Marry me”

Foolish of you to expect a reply in the first place cause..this brat just rolls over and falls back asleep again.

That’s what you think he does..cause he just used the blanket to cover his face from you

Like how dare you shoot his heart like this unannounced when he just woke up…😳❤️🔫

“DID YOU JUST IGNORE ME?!!😠” you whine, crawling on top of him to crush him w your weight!!

He swallows his laughter before looking at you.

“How can you ask me to marry you so bluntly when *clears throat*..you still sleep with your baby blanket, still play with your teddy bear and cuddle it to sleep, still cry when you’re hungry like a toddler and etc etc.” “aish you’re so hopeless” he makes this “😮‍💨” face at you, charging you for all the things HE DOES TOO🙄 (minus the last part)

Scooting closer to him now, you laugh as you hold him tightly from the back, rubbing your nose with him to tickle him.

“Okay okay. You can replace my teddy bear. So now will you marry me?”

“Hmph. Maybe?” He laughs in an adorable way, but you pout slightly at his maybe remark. 😠😒

When you try to playfully bite him later as a revenge, he’s quick to tackle you in the bed and wow.. it turns into a MASSIVE PILLOWFIGHT! >.<

Just like you expected…

The rest of the night ends with silly little fights and silly little teasing session but also silly little kisses and silly little cuddles. 💓🙊

Even though he doesn’t admit it or talk about it to you but you know what?🥺

He thinks about it ALOT and definitely tells his mom about you and takes you out to meet her. 💕 bc you know you “might” need it later in the future.😉🤫

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🄰/🄽: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗇𝖺𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 :𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇!<𝟥

𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾! ^~^ 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

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brendanbrissonswh0re · 1 year

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You really hurt my feelings

It was finally summer which meant all the hughes boys had a break, luke and I were currently driving to his house in canton. When we make it to his house I immediately get out the car while luke goes to the trunk to get our luggage, as I go to knock on the door Ellen opens it “y/n honey how are you” “im doing good I missed you so much Ellen” I say before we hug “nice to see you too mom” Luke says “oh hey Luke” I just giggle in response to what Ellen says “luke honey go take the luggage to your room y/n and I have so much to catch up on, Jim went to pick up Quinn and jack from the airport they should be here any moment now” as ellen and I sit down on the couch to talk about all the recent drama in canton luke comes down from his room and sits beside on the couch “hi baby” I say as he leans his head on my chest “mmm my favorite pillow” I give him a light slap on head “luke not in front of your mom” ellen just laughs “are you two hungry” “no thanks I ate in the car” “nah I’m good mom” right after luke finished his sentence Jim walks in with the two boys trailing behind him. As soon as jack walks through the door he spots me “Y/N” “hi jack” I say as I walk over to him and hug him after my hug with Jack i over I give quinn a hug “hi Quinn” “hey y/n/n how are you” “doing good quinner” Luke quickly hugs all all boys and his dad before he sits back down.

At dinner

“Y/n did you do something with your hair” jack asks me “I did actually I lightened it” “looks good” I blush a little because he was the only one who seemed to notice, not even luke noticed, I looked at luke and he just rolled his eyes i furrow my brows in response.

After dinner

The boys and I decided we would go to the basement and watch a movie, I was the first one on the couch because the 3 boys were up stairs getting ice cream and pop corn. I hear the stairs creek and down walks jack “hey y/n/n” “hi jackey” he sits down beside of me and puts his arm behind the couch which I thought nothing of “so what are we watching” “I don’t know i really can’t decide” “here let me pick” he says as I give him the remote. As he’s choosing which movie to watch Luke walks down the stairs before he does a double take “dude jack why is your arm around my girl” he sounds a little mad “ chill I didn’t mean it like that” jack says as he removes his arm from the back of the couch, luke walks over to the couch but sits on the other end “lulu sit beside me, I wanted to cuddle” “I’m fine right here y/n” y/n he never calls me y/n it’s always babe or baby or even sometimes honey never just y/n “it’s ok y/n/n I’ll cuddle you” Jack says before I let out a giggle “I think I’m good thanks for the offer tho jack” soon enough quinn walks down and looks at me and mouths “why isn’t luke next to you” I just shrug.after the movie is over luke and I walk into his room he gets right into bed as I take a shower after I walk out the bathroom I see Luke in bed on his phone he doesn’t even spare me a glance, weird. As I get into bed I speak up “lulu wanna cuddle” he just ignores me “luke what’s wrong” he ignores me again “seriously luke this is getting annoying” he finally answers “oh you wanna know what’s annoying you flirting with jack, why don’t you just go sleep in his bed, or better yet just go date him” “what are you talking about” “Y/N GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM” he yelled he never yells at me. I slowly get up from his bed and walk out of his room tears spilling from my eyes as I walk into jacks room, I slowly knock on jacks door when he opens it he sees my tears “y/n/n what’s wrong” “I think luke just broke up with me” I say as I cry into his arms. He walks me into his room as I cry jack calls quinn into his room and tells him what happened, as soon as quinn heard what jack told him he walked angrily into Luke’s room. Quinn returns about 5 minutes later to jacks room with Luke in tow I look up at look and he had regret in his eyes he walks to me as jack and Quinn both walk out of the room. “Y/n/n baby I’m sorry I was just jealous I didn’t mean to scream at you or make you cry I promise I’ll never ever break up with you, I love you so much baby I promise” “lulu you really hurt my feelings” I say still crying “I know love and I’m sorry”

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, also luke is officially a New Jersey devil, it’s bittersweet I’m sad they lost but happy he’s moving on to bigger and better things. Also if you like this plz make sure to follow me, reblog, and heart the post!!!🥰

#umich hockey blurbs #new jersey devils #luke hughes blurbs #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey

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malachiexists13 · 1 year

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Gay Or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition

86% voted yes, 14% voted no, so here’s the post. Reminder that these are MY impressions of the characters, and this is entirely a joke. No need to take me too seriously. If you disagree with me, that’s fine. No need to argue, just make your own post.

Also small spoilers for my ikemen ocs series.

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Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga Oda

Have you SEEN his right and left hand men? He’s either an ally or bi-curious. Can’t decide.

Masamune Date

He flirts with Mai to hide his homosexuality /j

Nah, I’ve seen how he admitted that he’d kiss Nobunaga. He’s gay. Bisexual if you please, but gay.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Is that even a question? Have you somehow not seen the way he flirts with Hideyoshi? Let’s be honest, he’s bisexual.

Keiji Maeda

Idk him well enough to judge that.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

I know a lot of people are going to want me to say Hideyoshi is gay because of Mitsuhide... But honestly, Hideyoshi gives me the vibes of someone who says gay shit without realizing its gay. He seems more like a very supportive ally to me.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Idk but I can see him as like, panromantic or something. He also screams femboy to me but we dont talk about that

Mitsunari Ishida

Confused ally <3

Ranmaru Mori

Confused ally pt.2 + closeted ace

Yoshimoto Imagawa

Gay (they try to push so hard that he’s pretty, and no straight man is supposed to be that pretty /j)

Sasuke Sarutobi

Nerdy gay

Kanetsugu Naoe

Either indifferent so like, some kind of mspec or somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe both, not too sure

Yukimura Sanada

Awkward gay (secretly dating nerdy gay)

Kenshin Uesugi

That one token straight guy who no one is completely sure that he’s straight or not.

Shingen Takeda

In my brain, major flirt = major bisexual so-

Kicho

I’ve seen other people write him as like, indifferent or pansexual so I’m leaning towards that

Kennyo

Wdym? He’s homophobic- (THIS IS A JOKE. NO HATE TOWARDS KENNYO)

Motonari Mouri

Kinda gives me either disaster bisexual or ace/aro vibes.

Ikemen Revolution

Lancelot Kingsley

Gay but in the closet about it

Jonah Clemence

Confession time: I thought he was a woman at first LMAO-

Gay

Edgar Bright

He’s straight and an ally, but enjoys teasing the others

Zero

I dont think he’d care tbh

Kyle Ash

Didnt realize he was gay until after he started dating his boyfriend

Ray Blackwell

His whole thing about freedom and living how you want to or whatever makes me think he’s bi

Sirius Oswald

He’s an ally <3

Luka Clemence

Shy gay

Fenrir Godspeed

Overly supportive ally (especially since his gf is MTF)

Seth Hyde

Everyone thinks he’s gay, but correction he’s pan

Harr Silver

He’s pansexual

Loki Genetta

I dont know him well enough??

Blanc Lapin

He’s straight, maybe a little curious tho

Oliver Knight

He’s another ally, gives me the vibes of someone who would punch a homophobe in the face for insulting his friend

Mousse Atlas

I chronically forget he exists, so idk

Dean Tweedle

The gay twin

Dalim Tweedle

The straight twin that gets confused for the gay one

Ikemen Vampire

Napoleon Bonaparte

As far as I’m aware, in history he had two different wives and he kissed the tsar (even apparently said if the tsar was a woman, he’d make him his mistress soo--) Napoleon definitely isn’t straight

Mozart

He’s straight and hates everyone equally (/j)

Leonardo da Vinci

Gay

Arthur Conan Doyle

WHORE- this is a disaster bisexual

Vincent van Gogh

the supportive straight brother

Theodorus van Gogh

the angry gay brother

Isaac Newton

Too anxious to question his sexuality

Jean d’Arc

I like to joke that he’s bi but denies it because he hates men

William Shakespeare

not too sure tbh

Osamu Dazai

another disaster bisexual

Comte de Saint-Germain

I feel like he’d be omni. Like he doesn’t care, but still has a slight preference. Also supportive father figure <3

Sebastian

Serious gay

Vlad

I pondered on this one for a long time.. and I still have no answer

Johann Georg Faust

Closeted gay who suffers with internal homophobia (i literally wrote a oneshot for him where this was the main premise-)

Charles-Henri Sanson

another bi guy

Ikemen Prince

Leon Dompteur

straight but supportive

Chevalier Michel

Bro, it’s CANON that he’s pansexual (I think- idk. I played his route when it first came out in english so its been awhile)

Yves Kloss

I feel like he’s bi but doesnt really talk about it

Nokto Klein

He’s too slutty to be ONLY into women

Licht Klein

Straight but an ally

Clavis Lelouch

gay ass clown

Jin Grandet

Straight

Luke Randolph

I HAVE NO IDEA????

Sariel Noir

I feel like he’s straight but also an ally, like he doesn’t care but absolutely will NOT tolerate homophobia

Rio Ortiz

unsure.

Gilbert von Obsidian

Silly little gay man <3 I can see him as like, pan or something.

Keith Howell

Excluding his “other” side.. I can see Keith as straight, but a supportive ally

Silvio Ricci

He’s homophobic (secretly not straight but in denial)

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen prince #ikemen revolution #ikemen vampire #ikepri #ikevamp #ikerev #ikemen headcanons #ikesen headcanons #ikerev headcanons #ikevamp headcanons #ikepri headcanons

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noname-nonartist · 1 year

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Do you ship anyone in JJK?

(Ignore the inconsistencies/wonky-ness, I rushed the vid rip)

Oh boy, are you ready for a long post?! Because I do have a good amount of ships that I really like in jjk! ^w^

However, I shall list them all off from most popular to the more niche ones that I really love. Keep in mind this is my own opinion and that I honestly have a monkey brain, so my explanation for why I like them may seem incoherent. =w=;

Well! Let’s go! My favorite ships in jjk!

Gojo X Geto

Let’s start with the two strongest! I ship them because of the their opposite ideology when it comes to strength. They are also foils of each other in a lot of way. They may be different but are very similar too. And like, I love the little interactions between them, and how at the end of the Hidden Inventory Arc their ideology switch! Plus… It’s a very angsty pairing too, and I do love me some angst~ >:3c

Yuji X Megumi

Another pair of opposites! I normally don’t really ship the protagonists with the deuteragonist in Shonen series, but I do here in jjk. Because they actually feel like friends in the beginning that can grow into something deeper. They are opposite once again due to their ideology. Yuji want to do his best to save everyone, while Megumi is more picky.

However, they are also similar in a sense that they value their own life less than others. Both are basically suicidal which is excellent for some juicy angst~~ X3c

Yuta X Maki

“Whaaaaa? Yuta and Maki? Isn’t Maki a lesbian tho?” I hear the fandom say. In which I respond “Nah, she’s Bi~”

Okay, but in all seriousness. I do ship them a lot tho. There just so much content and moments with them, you know?! Like and they are a pair of opposites yet again! They are extremely strong but their ideology is different. Maki is a starch individual, who fight for her own self love and not really for the sake of others. Whereas, Yuta fights for the sake of others that he love, but not really out of self love for himself. The chance for character growth for both parties are huuuge! :3c

Kasumi X Kokichi

What else is there to say about this ship? But that it’s an excellent tragic love story~

Okay, but like with all the other ships that I love. They are a pair of opposites that are very similar. Kasumi is considered “Useless Miwa” while Kokichi is one of the strongest of the Kyoto Kids. But both have a deep desire to connect which is a rarity in the whole of Jujutsu. However, due to Kokichi’s flaw, he pushed Kasumi away due to her weakness in order to protect her. But it was this very action that hurts Miwa the most. It’s all very tragic and I love it! >:Dc

Nobara X Mai

Okay, I seriously love this ship. Like sooooo bad! Like it’s my favorite!

The huge reason why I ship them because of the opportunities they could have if they bonded and get to know each other. It’s the whole enemies to lover trope! Like they hate each other at first, but here’s the thing. They may be different but they are also very similar too. Both are essentially normal bitchy girls. However, both express their girlhood differently, Nobara is egotistical and is very confident. Whereas, Mai have very little self love and is not at all confident.

Both had a chance to learn and grow from each other! And I’ll be forever saddened that it’ll never happen in the manga. ;—;

Junpei X Nanako

“Huhhhh??? That’s a ship??? They don’t even meet in canon tho!”

And yes! It is true that they haven’t meant in canon. But this is where you have reached the point of the post where we are straying from cannon and into this AU fic series that I’ve been hyper-fixated on for months now.

The fic where we first see their interactions would be in “Exponential Growth” in where Nanako and Mimiko are transferred to Junpei’s school just before winter break. And their friendship and interactions is just *chef’s kiss* I love it so much! Like Nanako sees Junpei for who he is, and still accepts him since to her “he isn’t boring at least.”

Plus! It’s the loser boy x popular girl trope that’s so much fun! *w*

Nanami X Michi

(Art done by me lol)

Oh yeah, we are heading into the Cannon X OC territory now, babyyyyy! I don’t care if you think it’s cringe! Cringe culture is dead! Michi is an OC within the AU, but like he is written so well and have such a compelling arc! He first appeared in “Exponential Decay” and have another major role in “Exponential Growth” too. But the fic within the AU that had me actively start shipping Michi with Nanami is “Butterfly Curve”.

Like I don’t wanna say too much, but if you read those scenes and interactions, you would ship them too! Hopefully anyway… •3•;

Naoya X Li

(Art on the left done by me again lol)

Oh boy… Now this ship is gonna be the most controversial one due to Naoya being Naoya. It’s another Cannon X OC ship. The character Li appears in “The Inugami Family” and she is such a compelling character.

Here’s the thing, both Li and Naoya are very similar despite their different circumstances within the clan. Both bonded over being essentially alone. For they are not being their true self, and only hide it. Li, pretending to be perfect, while Naoya plays up his horribleness. Both have such an interesting and nuanced relationship. It’s twisted and messed up, but it’s the one that they only had.

Super good! Highly recommend checking it out! ^w^

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cinamun · 1 year

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That last post made me happy that Jayce has a solid head on his shoulders regarding what he wants, but it also made me kinda sad bc Mercy said he'd jump at the chance, and he straight up said "Nah." Like she doesn't know him as well as she thought

Oh Nonny! I'm so glad you brought that up! Because.....

He'd jump at the chance if two things WERE NOT true:

His mom being unsafe

His mom selling the wrekka sto

Mercy was right at brunch about her pushing him to college to pay the bills. Jayce says: "My mom really wanted me to go to college". That's because Mercy and Jackson struggled to make ends meet because their sole source of income was playing gigs since Jackson never made it big like he wanted to (he had a couple studio albums tho). So, like any mom, Mercy doesn't want that same struggle for her son.

And let's take it a step further: Remember Jayce's ID? His major is still undeclared:

And he's now a 2nd year student! What is he gonna do! He's there because his moms wants him there. If Mercy was indifferent, maybe he wouldn't take it seriously.

The wrekka sto is the last thing he really has of his dad (and that red tie). Why would Mercy sell it? Is that something Problematic Boyfriend™ wants? Or, with Jayce off trotting globes, there's no one to run it, hence the reason to sell? Either way, she knows his heart, but her perception of reality is incredibly screwed up right now.

Y'all know how I get about these characters, this did NOT have to be this long lmao but its important, its good context, i'm certainly glad you asked and the dish ran away with the spoon.

#story stuff #thanks for the ask love!

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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If This Is Our Destiny 2

Past! Angel x F reader ** | Future? Manny x F reader **

⚠️Warnings: flashback to the night of the attack, some anxiety, Angel Reyes 🙄

** woc/black/bipoc f readers to the front bbs. Anyone can read tho. You can image her as an OC ‘Princesa’ as well if that’s your preference 😁 many options to choose from.

An: I’ve never really been into the idea of someone calling me ‘mama’ or ‘ma’ but only one man can now (jeez thanks Rio)

Fic info || previous || next

Gif credit to the owners 💕

- Flashback, 2 months prior -

You close your eyes and take a slow deep breath. After a few seconds, you return to lighting the candles. Looking across the way, you notice all the guys are around the pool table, taking stock of ammo and guns.

Bishop eyes the supply. “You gonna burn through these boxes in 30 seconds.”

Turning around, your eyes scan the bottles on the shelves, you have an idea. Grabbing two from the shelf, you turn back and place them on the counter. “How about fire with fire?”

Angel, Ez and Bish all turn back and look at you. Bish nods, “yeah.”

- Flashback over -

“Hey ma, you good?” You come back to the present moment and find Manny leaning over the counter, those deep brown eyes observing you. His voice washes over you like a smooth drink. “You wiped that glass down three times, where’d you go?”

“Oh, sorry. “

You put the glass and towel down. After a quick scan of the room, you confirm you and Manny are alone. He’s still leaning over the counter, eyes fixed on you.

Dropping your voice to a whisper, you move closer to him, “Since the attack, sometimes I have these moments. Bits and pieces of it come back. I think I’m still processing it.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Shit,” you rub your forehead, “is it that obvious?”

“Nah,” Manny shakes his head, “the first time you live through some shit like that, it’s hard to shake. Be easy with yourself.”

You smile, “thanks Manny.”

“You know I got you,” He stands upright and straightens out his shirt and kutte, “it's late Princesa. How you gettin’ home?”

You’ve developed a habit of getting lost in his eyes. It was too easy to become distracted by Manny: his voice, the way he held himself, those eyes, his long dark eyelashes, his lips, his cheekbones, his jawline, even the little silver stud in his left nostril…Manny was a work of art.

It’s not until you see a smile dance on his lips that you realize how long you’ve been staring. Pulling yourself together, you reach under the bar and grab your bag and jacket. "My car is still in the shop, so I’ll call a cab.”

You slip your jacket on then scan the bar once. It was clean enough. You thought the Santo Padre guys were messy, but the Yuma chapter took messy to a new level; it was like clearing up after a bunch of frat boys. Rude, handsy, disrespectful frat boys at that.

You thankfully had less incidents than the other women, thanks to a mix of kicking one in the balls and Angel and Ez coming to your defense. They nearly beat those guys to death, the post drama aside, most of the Yuma dudes backed off after that.

The only other incident happened a week and a half ago. You were bending over to pick something up off the floor and felt a greedy hand grab at you. Manny walked in just as it happened and ripped the asshole away from you. Chapter brother or not, he made it clear, you weren’t to be touched.

You flash Manny a smile, “I’m so glad you’re not like the others, seriously. I’ll be right back.”

You make a quick stop at the crappy excuse of a bathroom. After washing and drying your hands, you order a car and head toward the front door. You hear some hushed voices in Templo as you pass, it’s Bishop and Hank.

This is the third late night Manny walked you out. It was sweet, and as long as Angel wasn't around, you'd let him do it as much as he pleases. As you both descend the stairs, Manny makes an offer, “You know what, forget the cab. I’ll drop you off.”

“Yeah?” You ask with a smirk.

The idea of riding on Manny's bike while you hold him has crossed your mind many times. You were never bold enough to ask though…then there was Angel…he’d freak the fuck out if he ever saw that. The times you caught him watching you and Manny, it was like a blood vessel was going to burst any second.

“That is way better than a cab, I’ll take you up on it.”

Manny’s eyes light up at the sight of your smile. After a second or two, Manny sits on the bike and starts it up. He hands you the helmet, “come on ma.”

Riding on the back of Manny’s bike is exactly how you imagined. He feels good. This feels good. It’s like you were meant to be here. Hold him tight, head resting comfortably against his shoulder as you ride. You want this to last forever.

Somewhere near the halfway point of reaching your place, that ghost you can’t shake pops into your mind and suddenly you remember how it felt with Angel. You blink the thought away almost as fast as it comes. Not tonight. You wouldn’t let Angel Reyes haunt you tonight.

When you arrive at your apartment, Manny parks the bike and walks you to your door. You fiddle with your keys, knowing what you want to ask, but not sure if you should ask it. You lower your gaze, trying to figure out just how bold you were feeling.

Manny leans against the wall, “About that night,” you look up, fixing your eyes on his, “I didn’t know you were in there. Shit, “he shakes his head and stares past you, “I think about it you know. You could have been hurt…or worse.”

You grab his forearm. “Hey, we didn’t know each other Manny. I don’t blame you for that. It was inner club shit and I happened to be inside while it went down.” You give his arm a light squeeze. “How was I supposed to know we’d meet.”

The guilt in his eyes is quickly replaced by something else, something lighter, more relaxed. The moment that smile returns to his lips, your heart beats faster. In his normal chill demeanor, Manny relaxes further against the wall, “Yeah, you're right.”

“I am.” You reply and squeeze his arm once more before letting him go.

Manny watches you lift your hand, then his eyes float back up to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you soon say the words that have been lingering on your lips. Sure, you spend a lot of time thinking about the consequences of this, but you want this, you want Manny. And all his flirting, sexy smiles, lingering glances, the way he gently touches your arm and shoulder; it all tells you he feels the same.

“Um, so - “you pause, breathing into it, “would you like to come in?”

You wait for a yes, it doesn't come.

The night suddenly feels too quiet. Like it’s taunting you for being so forward and reckless. You notice the tension in his brows, he’s thinking something, but not saying it.

“Sorry, never mind. Thank you for the ride though.” You turn to your door quickly and put the key in. When you hear the click, you push it open and rush inside.

“Wait, hold up, “Manny follows you inside and closes the door gently behind him.

Still not looking back at him, you hang your keys on the hook and flip on the lights.

“Manny, really, it’s fine. Just forget it happened.” You talk with your hands, walking toward the kitchen to get away from him. You hope he’ll turn and leave, then you can sit with your embarrassment alone.

“Nah, hold up,” Manny catches up and gently grabs your hand. You don’t pull away, instead you turn to face him, “I’m feelin' you, Ma,” Manny holds your hand tighter, his eyes soft on yours, “but, you and Angel, that's gotta be done. For real.”

“We are.” You stare up at him, feeling confused. “We’ve been done for months.”

Manny doesn’t say anything. You can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to believe you, he really does, but doesn’t. The sweet free feeling of being on his bike is now gone. The air in your apartment suddenly feels thin.

“Did,” you take your hand away, “did he say anything to you?”

Manny gently lifts your chin with his fingers, your eyes meet his, “he may have a different idea of being done Princesa.”

“Fuck,” you break eye contact. Manny gently caresses your cheek, then takes his hand away.

You cross your arms and pace, anger building in your body, imagining all the shit Angel could have said in your mind. Angel Reyes imploded things; he blew shit up. He had a real talent for it. Sadly, this isn't the first time you heard something like this.

Manny stands behind you and rests his hand on your left shoulder, “I’m going to head out. Unless you want me to sit with you for a while?”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh and face him, “go home. It’s really late.”

You couldn’t be mad at him; Manny was looking out for himself and didn’t want to get involved in anything messy. You and Angel were the definition of messy and you’ve been trying your hardest to change that.

“You gonna be alright?” Manny asks, drawing you into a hug. You relax against him, taking in his scent and the way he feels.

You close your eyes. “I’ll survive.”

The hug lingers for a while longer. You don’t want to let go, Manny doesn’t either. When the hug finally breaks you miss it already. You walk him to the door and wait until he rides off to go back inside.

It takes 23 minutes. 23 minutes and 11 seconds before you give in and send a text. You were fuming by this time and what comes out of you is a brick wall of a text; a purge of sharp words and every curse you could think of. It feels good, it feels really fucking good. Until you read it over. Then, you feel defeated.

Even after leaving his ass for the 2nd time almost 4 months ago, he still had a hold on you. Enough of a hold to make you a rage filled teary-eyed mess as you texted him. It was supposed to be easier four months out, right?

Though you hated him right now, you did care about him, loved him, loved his family. Angel was maybe the most damaged person you know, and you had to remind yourself, love or not, history or not, it wasn’t your job to fix him or soothe his wounds. You delete the very honest, very scathing text and write something else.

{You: We need to talk. Free tomorrow?}

Three dots appear instantly, it makes you wonder if he felt you texting him. You two had a weird ass connection like that. The three dots linger a while, with his new name in your phone, ‘do not text’

{Angel: is this your stubborn ass way of asking me to come over?}

You roll your eyes and almost smile, almost.

{You: No. I mean talk, literally.}

Three dots appear, then vanish.

{You: Tomorrow, I’ll stop by. Around 8? Just please wait for your groupie sex fest until after I leave. I don’t need to see that shit.}

{Angel: It could be me and you, querida, like old times.}

You write something, delete it, then pause. He doesn’t write either. You put your phone down beside you on the bed and rub your face with your hands. Your phone buzzes.

[Angel: fuck this texting shit, I’m coming over.}

“Oh my god,” panicking, you quickly type telling him not to come. Then you dial his number and call. He doesn’t pick up. Knowing Angel, he was likely on his bike, speeding over here right now.

Your suspicion is right, a knock arrives at your door only 21 minutes later. You don’t want to open the door, but you know him, he’s obnoxious and will knock until you do.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is how tired he is. He leans against the doorframe and stares down at you. It’s near impossible to look away, the tall strong figure you knew so well, that beard you love, those tattoos: he’s even wearing the backward cap and sleeveless t-shirt combo you loved. Asshole, he did this on purpose.

Angel’s hungry gaze moves over your form, then lingers on your bare legs. “You put that one on for me?” He asks with a smirk.

You glance down and realize what shirt you’re wearing. It was a simple, oversized band tee. The shorts you have on underneath are hidden by the length. When you changed your clothes, you just pulled one out without looking. It was Angel's favorite too.

“It’s for me,” you grip the handle tighter, “I told you not to come over.”

Angel shrugs, “ phone died.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s lying and try to close the door. Angel blocks it, steps inside, then closes it behind him. He smells like beer, cigarettes and leather.

“Angel -”

“I knew you missed me, I could tell by the way you look at me from the bar, all heart eyes and shit.”

“You’re delusional. And an asshole.”

You head toward him with the intention of opening the front door. As you pass him, Angel grabs your arm and slips his free hand behind your head. Before you can protest, Angel leans in and crashes his lips against yours.

With wide eyes you watch him kiss you. You can feel your body reacting, despite telling it not too. You always loved the way it feels, being pressed beneath him.

Your hands are flat against his chest now, for a brief moment you slide them down, feeling his muscles. Your eyes start to close, you almost give in - almost.

You push him away with a shove and step back, putting distance between your bodies. Your heart is pounding now, you take a moment to catch your breath. Angel’s kisses, just like the rest of him, were sinfully seductive and addictive. One taste has the power to regress all the work you’ve done.

You don't want that. You want better. You need better.

Angel responds as expected to the rejection. He steps back, doing that thing he does with his head when he’s pissed. “Yo what the fuck?!”

“We don’t kiss!” You bark at him. “Angel, we are not a couple, we’re not lovers…we’re not even friends right now. You can’t pull shit like that!” You take another step back and cross your arms, shielding your body from him.

Angel sucks his teeth and brushes you off.

“That’s really fucking rude, you know that right?”

“Shit, like you care. "Angel hissed venomously. He paces at the other end of the hall. “You fucking broke up with me, remember?” Angel walks away and heads into your kitchen.

I can’t fucking believe this guy. Cursing under your breath, you follow him inside and find him opening your fridge, his back toward you.

“You fucking confusing you know that?”

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. “ME? How the fuck am I confusing, Angel? I’ve stayed away from you for months! I don’t text you, even when you text me. We only see each other at the clubhouse. I ignored your late-night drunk calls. How the fuck am I confusing?”

With fast angry steps, you storm toward the fridge and slam it shut before he can grab anything. The act of aggression surprises him, he takes a step back and stares at you.

Your body is almost shaking with anger now. The tense expression on his face melts to something else, amusement. He chuckles and leans into the nearby counter.

“You cute when you’re all pissed off and shit.”

“Oh my god.” you take a deep breath and rest your hands on your hips, “everything's a joke, isn’t it?”

“Not everything.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles. When you don’t, he leans over and smiles wider, “come on, where is it?”

He’s not going to ease it out of you, even though he almost does. You keep control of your expression. The bastard was charming. And this has worked in the past. But you don’t want to get stuck there, you want to move toward the future. A future that might have Manny as part of it. You step around to the other side of the counter and rest your hands on the surface, trying to sort your thoughts.

“Querida,” Angel walks over to you and grabs your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that.” You lift his hand and move a few steps away.

Angel stays where he is and lowers his head, “You know what I was doin' when you texted?”

You raise a brow, “Fucking your problems away?”

Angel chuckles, “naw. I was layin' on the couch, watching that shitty Novela. The one you used to watch with me. I had me thinkin' about you and shit…. about us…about tryin' again.” The vulnerability in his eyes almost melts your heart. But you stay strong. “How's that shit go…third times a charm or whatever? Don’t you wanna see if that's true?”

The weight of this words plus spending all day on your feet hits you all at once. You go to the table and sink into the chair closest to the window. Angel doesn’t say anything, he alternates between staring down at his feet and you.

You take a breath, exhale, then speak, “If we ever find our way to each other again, Angel, it will be as friends. Just friends. Remember that? I miss that version of us. Everything was so easy. So uncomplicated.”

Angel rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast down. You know if he could, he would light a cigarette right now. But he seems respectful of your no-smoking rule. Eventually, he mutters, “I fuckin miss you. This shits got me all fucked up. You think this is easy?” He glances over at you from under his brows.

“For you? Easier. You just drink, smoke and fuck to bury it.”

He scoffs, “It’s not even like that, not all the time. You don’t see all the times I go home alone or fucking drive out to the middle of nowhere just to clear my head. The shit never works by the way.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Angel.”

“I gotta see you every week, without being with you. Don’t get me started on those Yuma motherfuckers. Flirting with you and shit, like I’m not even there. Especially that skinny fuck with the stupid neck tattoo…his ass properly making friendship bracelets with Ez right now.” He shakes his head.

You suppress a laugh and store away the ‘i miss you’ you can't handle that right now. “You jealous? Ez can have friends you know.”

Angel pulls out the chair across from you and sits with a dramatic sigh. You stare at each other in silence.

You speak first, “I wish you didn’t come over. I had a long ass day and this -" you pause and rub the bridge of your nose, “let’s just do this then.” You open your eyes, “I hope one day we can be friends again; I would like that. But I could never be your girl again, ever. We tried and each time it failed. I don't want to be that person who keeps going back to a fucked situation.”

He’s quiet, eerily quiet. His brown eyes are heavy with pain, anger, and something you can’t name.

“I’ve been hearing you telling people we’re together or hinting at it. You can’t do that. I’m not property. I’m not yours. I was going to ask what you’re telling people but honestly, I’m way too tired Angel. I can’t even - “

He abruptly pushes back in the chair and stands. Cursing under his breath, he glares down at you. “I fucking knew it. Who is he?”

Your eyes locked on his, you lean over the table, “my personal life is no longer any of your business, Angel. You are not allowed to ask that.”

When you don’t back down, he kicks the chair. You rise to your feet.

“No! That is not happening here, you are not breaking my furniture. Go, leave!” You point to direction of the door.

He’s got the look of a wild animal now, chest heaving. He takes a step back, then another. Angel turns and leaves the apartment; you hear the door close behind him followed by his bike roaring up the street.

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The next morning

Tired isn’t enough to describe how you feel right now. Your eyes float over to the closed door of Templo, they’ve been in there for a while now. Manny arrived at the early end, though he said good morning and greeted you with his usual smile he felt distant.

Angel barreled in on the border of being late, he walked in without acknowledging you, which was fine, you didn’t want to look at him either. You try to keep yourself busy and focus on getting through the day.

When the meeting ends, the door slides open, and members start to refill the room. Some make their way to the bar, and you start putting a few beers on the counter. Your eyes follow the Reyes brothers as they walk out and through the front door, followed by Manny.

The new hire, whose name you refuse to remember, also Angel’s newest poor coping habit, rushes through the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My alarm - “

Narrowing your eyes at her, you step back as she walks behind the bar. “I’m taking a break.” You say and leave her.

Stepping outside, you linger off to the side and watch as a black van pulls up before Ez, Angel and Manny. A man gets out with a middle-aged white guy with a ton of luggage. The scene before you becomes even more bizarre when you notice a kid. When the door opens again, you duck back inside and head to the bar.

When Manny, Ez and Angel don’t return, a knot forms in your stomach. It’s likely Alvarez sent them on a job. Everything was already tense and though your mind doesn’t want to go there, you feel yourself thinking the worst. What if your name came up? What if Manny and Angel had a confrontation?

Working on autopilot, you hand off a few more drinks and hope for the best.

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bakiuwu · 1 year

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An old nsfw yujiro x strydum fic that ive never shared on here lol

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"I'm bored"

Yujiro wasn't the type of man who gets bored, his boredom is a threat to the United States of America. It is something that should be taken seriously, nothing but danger can come from such a statement. " gulp....... Ya don't say" strydum looks at the threat in his backseat thou the rear mirror. "How bout we go to a museum?" He suggests, something tha him yujiro does quite often at times. "Nah we did tha shit last week",

"hmmm how bout I drop you off at some random dojo". Yujiro pause, considering it "Nah that's even more boring" he says as he looks at strydum

Yujiro getting bored was something tha rarely happen but it was still a potential threat

Strydum continues to drive, trying to come up with something to sustain the beasts boredom "hmmmm how bout we go out to eat?" He looks at yujiro, hoping tha will strike some interest. Yujiro stares at strydum thou the mirror, he got a good view of the man's face. He could tell strydum was running out of ideas to keep him entertained "poor stry, trying so hard come up with something :(" yujiro jokingly thought to himself. He saw a bead of sweat drip from the other man's forehead down to his chest, yujiro always thought of strydum chest being nice he always find himself staring at them.His face and body was quite attractive as well he would be lying If he said otherwise, He turns his attention to his neck fantasizing about licking a long wet stride from his neck to his.......yujiro grins and licks his lips as he lean forward to get a better look of strydum. This wasn't anything new for yujiro

He wasn't the type to lust for others maybe when comes to a fight but sex wise not too much. Strydum was an exception, his lust for him was strong late nights yujiro always found himself thinking of the man. Fantasizing about the his musk,taste and touch he wanted him bad no....he needed him. "I'm taking tha your not hungry, you haven't said a word since I asked" strydum says with a concern tone. Yujiro's grin grows wider leaning into strydum ear "yea....I'm reallll hungry,let's go back to my hotel room " now yujiro was inches away from licking strydums neck but he want to tame himself until they got back to the hotel, wouldn't want to make them crash. Strydum face turn red, he started breathing hard trying his hardest to focus on the road.

In no time the two arrived at the hotel, as the two got into the elevator strydum was able to feel yujiros body heat on the back of his neck. Yujiro tried his hardest to contain himself from biting into his neck but damn it was a hard task. The two got to yujiro's Infamous room "00000". As soon as the two got into the room, yujiro slammed strydum Into the back of the door smashing his lips into his. This kiss was heated, yujiro moved to strydum's neck the thing he been craving since they're were in the car.

He sucks on his neck then bites the shit outta of him drawing blood in the process, to strydum's dismay he moans as yujiro laps up the blood continuing to suck on the bruise. Yujiro smirks as he begins to go lower on his neck kiss and sucking his collar bone, he unbuttons strydum's shirt groping his pecs. Kissing on them then going lower to his stomach, now finally getting to his hard cock tha was just begging to be let out, strydum was red,breathing hard and losing his shit. He looks down on the man who is referred to as "The Orge" "The strongest creature on the planet", A man who is feared by the whole world was now getting ready to suck his cock like horny slut he was. Even tho strydum was standing tall as yujiro was on his knees before him, yujiro was clearly in control, keeping eye contact with strydum as he pull down his pants releasing his cock.

"Such a nice built, can't wait to savor it~" yujiro examined his cock closely, strydum was a nice size 7 to be exact, had a nice color to it not to pale not to pink. He kept himself nice and groom, yujiro looks up at the man who face was deep red now, he smirks leaning closer to his cock licking a long stride up to the already leaking tip. Strydum throws his head back moaning so loud to where if anybody was around they would know wha the two were up to. Yujiro sinks his head all the way to the base of strydums cock while maintaining eye contact, he wanted to watch him whimper and lose his shit as he sucked his cock.

He slowly sucks up and down, teasing the man before him he sunk his head back down repeating the motion strydum beings to lose his patience as he begins to grab a handful of the beast hair and pumps his himself into the man's mouth sloppily and desperately. Strydum starts picking up the speed, now using both hands on yujiros head face fucking the beast. Yujiro eyes rolled back taking the rough face fucking, hearing strydum pathetic moans. "Fucckk, it's like your throat was made just for me" he continued to pumps hard and fast, the only noise tha was heard was moaning and the wet-sloppy sound of skins slapping together.

Strydum came to a close, cumming deep in yujiro's throat he pulls out painting yujiros face with his hot cum being pleased with how big of load he released.yujiro sat there panting tongue out with his face paint with his friends cum, there was an odd slicene only heavy breathing. Yujiro looks up at a tired strydum "tha was fun, we should do tha everytime I'm bored~"

All strydum can do was groan at the statement, hey atleast the beast was entertain

#baki the grappler #baki dou #son of ogre #yujiro hanma #gerry strydum

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shadowthoughts22 · 1 year

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Cot death(s)? - Kids

Just putting thoughs on the record on who may die by my logic (could be very wrong). Also might be fun to for me to check later when cot is released (if I'm not drowning in tears!). Spoilers for previous books obviously.

Okay so I'm assuming when cc says someone we love dies she means a TLH character, however TID characters could be fair game:

James &Cordelia: are fine I'm fairly confident they r main characters

Lucie: could die/ marks stripped all that stuff but tbh I think worst case scenario is that she fleas with Jesse somewhere for life. I don't think cc would do more damage to poor Jesse.

Jesse: same as above, seriously he is killed, raised and then killed ? Nah. However he still could be exiled or something etc.

Matthew: tbh he is set up for something to happen to him, we don't get povs(he's thinking things apparently) and has no love interest (also not saying he needs one). But anything could happen 🤷‍♂️

Christopher: see I've debated this and whilst could be easier to kill off, after him getting injured in ChOG I'm not so sure ( i have a rule that if their life has been threatened once it can't or shouldn't be again) cuz it could be *slightly* cheap.

Grace: i have no clue, i can't even say her presence on the cover will save her! She will have a big role I'm sure. If i had to pick a side maybe live because most ppl will live but...meh

Thomas: similar to what i mentioned under Kit earlier - we were scared of the 'dangerous' shenanigans he was up to in COI, plus because his sister died I don't think 2 deaths in one household is fair - especially when you have 5/6 or so households to choose from.

Alastair: I'll admit I'm biased i rlly want him to survive. I don't think his odds are horrendous, but it is very possible he could die - especially when i think he has an important charavhter arc ( expect an essay if he does die on here). But the whole Cordelia revenge/morn quote worries me (could be a lot of ppl tho)

Charles : ah yes, what is there to say. Honestly i think he survives, i would 100% think he would die if he hadn't of almost died in COI. Anything is possible tho. I will say that if he lives Matthew may have a greater change if dying.

Anna: tbh i think cc like her and Ariadne. It is very possible that Anna could die since she hasn't really change much between the two books previous, tho she could open up in this book.

Ariadne/Kamala: i think that she will survive, there is no point in killing her off. She has developed much and now will be even more free in COT. Maybe she moves in with Anna permanently, maybe she gets Anna's appartment if Anna dies?

Overall i will be shocked if Cordelia, James or Ariadne die. Of the others on this list probably one will, if not two ( definitely not unless Charles is one?)

I may do parents/ adults soon if I'm bored.

Go néirí an t-ádh leat!

#Predictions #Cot spoilers?#Coi spoilers #ChOG spoilers #chain of thorns #chain of thorns theories #the last hours #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #matthew fairchild #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #christopher lightwood #anna lightwood #kamala joshi #ariadne bridgestock #TLH

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vacantgodling · 11 months

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For the pride asks!

1. Which labels do you use?

7. Are you the "token" queer person in your family?

15. How has your identity changed over time?

<3 MJ

MJ!!! happy pride 💛💛 i’ll do this for me & ur favorite vampire boys (so darren, gabe, n & beau :>)

1. Which labels do you use?

i personally use queer (my sexuality is mad complicated and i can’t really find a term that i like. if i were to pick something close i’d say achillean or mlnb/mlm really resonates with me & i love that damn toothpaste flag in part out of spite) & transmasc (i consider myself a trans man for the most part but my relationship with being a Man is complicated by being nd/black etc so transmasc in itself feels right but i also like genderqueer — queer is my favorite tbh)

for darren he’s bi!

gabe is demiromantic demisexual & he’s gay. he kinda learns that he’s these things throughout the story bc he’s like deadass never been attracted to anyone until he and darren start getting close and he doesn’t really know what to do with himself lmao

n is a transman & tbh he hasn’t thought about his sexuality too much cuz he’s married to his ambition 💀 he would definitely say he’s queer but he doesn’t really care too much about defining himself too hard bc until beau he had No Plans of being with anyone romantically or sexually lol. not bc he doesn’t feel that kind of attraction or anything, he’s just been more focused on his career lmao

beau is pansexual :3c also he’s a vampire which is just being inherently queer in he & n’s universe.

7. Are you the "token" queer person in your family?

for me, nah. two of my older cousins are gay and there’s probably more but i’m not close to my fam. i am however the token trans person 🤪

for darren nah, both his parents (dave & liz) are bi, and olice has some gender fuckery/aspec vibes going on but she doesn’t really have labels for anything yet.

gabe technically no? but he doesn’t really talk to his mom about this type of stuff lol. + being a millennia+ old celestial vampire… sexuality and labels are just cute human concepts to her. it’s different for gabe bc he was born on earth and while not raised like “human” or anything he doesn’t have the same experience as the few other celestials around.

n, definitely yes. his mom is super supportive but he doesn’t talk to his grandparents.

beau doesn’t know his birth family so that’s a complicated question. apart of the larger vampire “family” definitely not lol. in this universe, even being a vampire is a status of being queer so.

15. How has your identity changed over time?

for darren it was more straightforward he liked boys growing up and realizing he could like girls was kind of a secondary thing? he’d say it’s cuz of the whole cooties debacle from youth and he took that shit too seriously as a kid, so he never really had girl or femme id-ing people he hung out with until olice came into his life and then after that he realized oh, shit. yeah girls hot also awooga. (not bc of her she’s a sister to him but him realizing oh i can talk to girls and not die, oh they’re hot too)

gabe really didn’t have any type of sexuality awakening until darren lmao like it’s kind of funny. if you asked him before he would say he was aroace bc he didn’t like anyone and even his close friends didn’t spark anything in him. darren was different tho—he flustered him and he liked being around him and Maybe wanted to kiss him? so that’s when he realized he was probably demi instead bbhggh

n was one of those i knew i was queer from birth types so he doesn’t feel like the journey was with his identity, just more getting the curtain to match the drapes—or, getting how he presented outwardly to match his feelings inward. he was one of those athletic tomboys who hated being associated with girl shit, etc but had grandparents who raised him try to force him into that box, which is why he doesn’t talk to them now.

beau is also similar to n; bc being a vampire is inherently queer in their universe (in general too probably but yknow), because he was turned so young (around 5) he’s always felt inherently queer so there wasn’t much of a Journey to figuring himself out in that sense.

and then my long ass answer under the cut

when i was younger i never liked being a girl. but i didn’t really think of myself as a boy either? i just thought of myself as “deadname” and that was the extent of everything. i hated being feminine but i didn’t really resonate with being a “boy” because i didn’t like sports and the like. at some point i kind of just accepted that i was a “tomboy” but i still just felt like “deadname” that was my gender lmao. at least up until 8th grade where (2) things happened. (1) i found yaoi and (2) i had a Queer Awakening experience. for the first part i’d been really into japanese anime and shit for a long time but when i discovered yaoi and saw 2 men being able to love each other romantically and sexually it really opened up my worldview. i kinda never thought about having a partner. i’d had people say they liked me before but i just never felt like… into them? but looking back it’s probably bc i knew they saw me as a girl and that’s what i didn’t like i just didnt know that lmao. but seeing yaoi made me subconsciously realize that i would want a partner if it was like That. i didn’t know what That was at the time (the that being, me also being a dude lmao). and the queer awakening was when i was coming back from a school trip and my friend at the time fell asleep on me with her head on my shoulder. and i just remember thinking so so VIVIDLY “omg it’s like i’m her boyfriend” and the idea of it filled me with euphoria?? i tried to think “nah i should be thinking gf bc i’m a girl right?” but my brain rejected that Immediately. after that when i got into tumblr in hs i kind of started learning more about being gender-fluid and so i kind of dabbled in that—bc around that time the friends and gf i had were very like. oh boys suck and shit and i couldn’t just be a boy without feeling some type of way? but i definitely wasn’t Just a girl. i tried to convince myself maybe i wasn’t a boy at all bc i still didn’t feel like i could be one—i still didn’t like boy shit. i liked wearing skirts (at the time), i liked dress up games and feminine shit… so clearly i had to be Partially a girl? so it kept me in the closet for a long bit until i finally was like nah i’m like. just. a dude. a guy. all of this gender shit kind of went hand in hand with my sexuality bc i always hated the insinuation that i was a lesbian (which happened a lot, got called lesbo, my mom kept asking me if i was a lesbian bc i was physically affectionate with my would become hs gf at the time—and i realize now off topic that tbh i wouldn’t have dated her if my mom and her mom and other people weren’t putting pressure on it to be romantic? like friends can hold hands and cuddle for fucks sake Lmao) bc i’m not a girl or a woman lmao. i didn’t really like being bi either bc at the time i thought it was only being attracted to men and women and what about nb people (i’ve learned better now but this was in hs) plus my own gender was up in the air so like???? pan was my go to and i really felt at home in that label for many years. until i think a few years ago where like idk how to explain well but i just realized while i do think women can be pretty and even sexy i’m just not like. attracted to them in the same way that i’m attracted to men or nb people that aren’t femme leaning. so that’s why mlm/mlnb feels right to me? like my partner’s agender for instance lmao, but they’re my self proclaimed goth hibimbo and they tend to dress femme bc they like the fashion so like. it’s not the presentation of femininity that i’m not attracted to? so in that sense i still feel like it’s not quite correct but. words are dumb we move.

this was so long rip

#about renjamin #s: darren and co #s: dead rites #s: vdtrt

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