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take a chance / jeon wonwoo
Wonwoo x Reader // 1.7k words // nothing but fluff lol they're idiots
a/n: if you cant tell im absolutely insane abt this wonwoo. 100000% self indulgent and 100% not proofread as always ehe <3 v lowkey inspired also by niki - take a chance with me
He drives me crazy, it's so beyond me
How he'd look at me dead in the eye and stay unaware
Niki - Take A Chance with Me
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Wonwoo has never really been interested in romance.
When he was six and his friends started talking about girls were icky, he couldn't have cared enough to even think about girls in particular.
When he was fourteen and his close cousin who was practically his big brother told him about his first girlfriend, Wonwoo had simply nodded and congratulated him because the older guy looked like he was waiting for it even though he didn't get what's there to congratulate.
When he was seventeen and another cousin got married, he thought a little about what it'd be like to commit yourself for the rest of your life to another person.
Anyhow, now he's twenty seven and still pretty much free from the dating experience.
He just simply couldn't be bothered to try nor was he even curious enough to try.
There's too much risk. Too much things to do. Too many factors to think about. It's too complicated and Wonwoo has never been a fan of complicated.
Sure, the older he gets the more he understands about the attraction and whatnot. But the few dates that he has been on (which he could count with his two hands) was entirely due to his friends setting up with someone and his inability to say no the second time even though he did reject their so-called-help the first time around.
They eventually get the hint and stop setting Wonwoo up on a blind date.
He never sees romance as a necessity and he doesn't feel the need to have a partner, what is there more to say?
“I lost the floor 12 Abyss again.” You pout, half tempted to throw away the joystick in your hands. “I'm never playing this game again, I'm telling you.”
Wonwoo chuckles and tells you to move as he slides next to you, taking the joystick away and getting ready to restart your game.
“You just suck at this.” He teases, not minding your glare because he's way too used to it at this point. “And you say that everytime but here you are, still playing.”
“Shut up.” You pout, both impressed and unimpressed at the way he easily goes through the stages.
“Done.” He grins, all nine shining stars looking back at you.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't.”
“I do!” You take back the joystick from him and close the window. “You don't even play this game! This is bullshit!”
He laughs under his breath and ruffles your hair, saying something about how he can't help being good at it.
You like that side of Wonwoo, as you often tell him, because people have always said that Wonwoo is quiet–that he doesn't talk a lot and it could be awkward being left alone with him.
And whilst it's not entirely untrue and you've been there too, you also know that Wonwoo is much more than his lack of words.
Wonwoo talks a lot once he's comfortable. You just need to be very patient and understanding about his silence before he gets there.
You… have been plenty patient, amongst other things.
You're patient enough to get where you are even though you've never imagined you'd get here.
Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to be comfortable with you that he doesn't mind inviting you over to his place with no other companies.
Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to not mind the fact that you like him and not act weird about it.
Here, meaning being close with Wonwoo despite the fact that you've confessed to him about your feelings but you're still here in his place, right next to him with not a single air of awkwardness between you two.
Turning off the Playstation, you settle on Wonwoo's sofa and decide to scroll through Instagram instead. You sigh, catching his attention, and when he asks you what's wrong, you simply shake your head no.
“What are you sighing about this time?”
This is something that people don't know about Wonwoo either: he prods when it comes to people he cares about.
Granted, he does it exactly three times to see if the other party would relent by then. He does that because that's how he is, he once tells you, because he rarely opens up at the first question but eventually cracks on the third time. That, by the third question, he's already had enough time to consider whether or not he really wants to talk about it.
“Nothing important.” You try to reassure him. “Just silly stuff.”
Wonwoo looks at you pointedly, but you simply smile and turn back to your phone, which he supposes means you don't feel like bringing it up just yet.
He closes his book and puts it on the coffee table, leaning closer to you to see what you're up to.
You wonder if Wonwoo knows what his action means to your poor, poor heart. If he's aware that, as much you said you're cool despite your confession, you still have romantic attractions towards him and confessing doesn't mean you're no longer affected by anything and everything he does.
After watching you go through your phone for a bit, it is quite easy for Wonwoo to realize what might be the core of your problem.
“You're thinking about why you're single again, aren't you?”
Your fingers freeze and so does your entire body, and Wonwoo would've laughed at how surprised you look right now, but he knows you're actually bothered by this problem from time to time though he doesn't exactly understand why.
And for someone who's observative and quite sensitive when it comes to things around him, Wonwoo can be a bit dense, still.
On what kind of universe does he think this topic would be okay to talk about with someone who literally confessed to you and somewhat got rejected though not explicitly?
“I don't want to talk about it.” You whine despite the fast beating of your heart. You honestly don't think you have it in you to talk about this with Wonwoo. At least not just yet.
“Why?”
You look at him, incredulous. “You know why.”
“Because you like me?”
You shrug, not wanting to deny it.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks, voice very gentle and careful.
“What?”
“I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive.” You press your lips together as he starts. At least, he has the conscience to know that. “But… what is it about being in a relationship that appeals so much to you?”
You pause before you answer, wondering what to say. “Do you want me to actually answer that?”
“If you don't mind answering.”
Wonwoo wonders if he makes you uncomfortable by asking such question. But if there's anyone he can ask about this, it can only be you. No one else would answer it in a way that he would understand. No one else would give him the sincerity that you'd give in your answer.
He feels bad knowing you like him and still asking you like this. But he supposes you're both close enough for that discussion, that he doesn't want to let your feelings get in the way of your precious friendship.
Perhaps he's selfish, but he doesn't want to be too conscious when it comes to your relationship with him despite everything.
“I guess it's just the fact that someone's always there for you.” You start, not looking at him even though his gaze is locked at you. “That there's this person who… you can tell everything to, from your secrets to what you feel like eating today. That when you want to do something, you can always run to them first before wondering if anyone else is available. That–”
“But that's already how we are?” He cuts you off.
You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering if it's some kind of prank even though you know he's not that kind of person.
“That's already what I do with you.” He says one more time–more firm and somewhat determined with a hint of confusion. “Why do you think you're in my place so often?”
“I… I– I don't know? You're… bored? And I happen to be free?” You stutter a little, not used to the way he's staring at you.
“I am bored.” He agrees, things suddenly crystal clear in his eyes. “But I'm bored because I don't have you around. And I want you here. That's why I asked all the time if you're available.”
You open your lips to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because your heartbeat is ringing throughout your body right up to your ears.
“You're the only person I send those posts about places I want to visit because I want to visit with you. I don't send them to anyone else. I don't even like going out all that much.”
“I… I don't understand?”
“Are we in a relationship?” He asks rather bluntly, mixing all your feelings together with one single question.
“Wonwoo, I don't think this is how you should go around it–”
“Have we been dating all this time?” He asks one more time, not even seemingly nervous about it.
He looks at you like he's expecting an answer, but how are you supposed to answer that? You've simply been happy that you get to spend time with him. You didn't think for one second that he might be into you despite all the time he asks you to accompany him somewhere and all the time you're alone in his place.
“I've been too oblivious, haven't I?” He concludes by himself, your silence doesn't deter him at all.
He reaches for your cheek, and if he notices how warm your face is, he doesn't mention it. But he caresses the apple of your cheek as he looks at you with the gentlest reflection you've ever seen in his eyes.
“I'm sorry it took me too long.” He whispers, and you bite your lip so hard to hide your smile because you don't want to be too happy before anything's decided. You're not sure what he's trying to say, your head is spinning with thoughts and your heart is beating at an erratic rhythm. “Do you mind… letting me learn a bit more?”
“About what?” You whisper back.
“Being a good boyfriend?” He smiles when you do too, feeling warmth all over his chest at how shy you seem to be. “You know I've never done this before, right? Let me take a chance with you?
You finally let yourself grin at this, no longer able to control the happiness blooming within you at whatever this might mean.
And as you lean your face more into his palm, Wonwoo thinks he's ready to take all the risks that might come together with whatever the future has in store as long as he has you by his side.
#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo scenarios#seventeen fluff#seventeen scenarios#khione.fics#seventeen au#seventeen scenario#seventeen imagines#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo oneshot#psa reminder that hes MINE
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of course it’s real - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: what happens when he suddenly shows up on your doorstep? could be a leap of reconciliation or something completely different?
wc: 3.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist
➡️ part one: is this real?
psa 🗣️: this is part two to the long-awaited is this real fic! this a +18 post, so minors dni as it contains fingering, and unprotected sex 🔞. just a small bit of smut since someone requested in the fic! hope you enjoy 🤍 once again, contains mature content for 18+!
“Hi… Uh- sure come in,” you stammered, your heart beating out your chest quickly. It came as a shock to you that he was standing there, after weeks and months of not seeing him. Why was he here? Did he come to ask for something back? Jude felt the same way, pulse rate quicker than before he knocked on your brown door, before seeing you dressed up fancy. He was followed by Duke, who quickly came into Jude’s embrace, kissing Jude’s cheek, and wagging his tail.
“You know you can’t be here right?” you ask, crossing your arms against your chest. “Who says that?” Jude retorts, standing back up and fiddling with his pants. “Well, you just finished with your club, now going into the International break. Shouldn’t you be at camp instead of here?” you question, walking to retrieve your bag and shoes.
“Going somewhere?” Jude said, a protective maybe jealous tone undermining the tone from before. He was curious, maybe small taken at back because of how stunning you looked. It reminded him when the two of you were together and went out on date nights. Holding hands, sharing kisses, hugs, and nights of passionate sex. The memory of him gifting you a necklace with his initial to you popping into his head.
All he could come up with now is either you going on a date or attending an important event. “Yeah, I was invited to an art show so I'm headed there with friends for the evening,” you offer a small smile, to which Jude cheered on the inside. So you couldn't be dating again, or have moved on right? “My friend Giovan is waiting Jude… I don’t want it to seem like I'm kicking you out but I have somewhere to be.”
Giovan? Who the fuck was that? Jude thought. “I wanted to talk to you about us.”
“What do you mean? We ended a while ago…” you reply, not failing to notice Jude wincing at your words. A small frown on his face, brows drawn in and him biting the inside of his cheek. “Please… I just want you to hear me out. We can go on from there… I really miss you ba- Y/n…”
You felt your heart tighten and beat faster. A pang of hurt and betrayal took over you, and all you wanted was to now stay in as old memories resurfaced of your healing stage. Refusing to go out, the routine you built, constantly blaming yourself for not being enough, you weren't trusting Jude’s words anymore.
“Uh-” you shook your head and laughed trying to hold back tears. If you would have heard this the day you broke up or even a couple of days after, you would have gladly accepted him back. Maybe you could've been in Spain with him, going on walks with Duke, taking care of his injuries, being the girlfriend he wanted. But this was reality, and as much as it hurt, you wanted to protect yourself from another heartbreak.
“I don’t know Jude. I don’t know what you want me to say,” you said nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Tell me that you miss me too, tell me that you still love me the way I love you, tell me there's still a chance for us, tell me you’re still mine, was what Jude wanted to say, but once again he was left without words.
“I have to go-”
“What if I come with you? I promise I won't pull anything. But please, we can talk there, hang out, like old times,” he proposed the idea. “What, like pretending to be the couple we were? What if I don’t want to hear what you have to say? What if you are lying again?” you say finally, having built up the courage and patience to spit out how you felt. While it felt relieving, you didn’t want to hurt the man you still love.
“I think you're trying to avoid confrontation Y/n. I know you. Plus, you still wouldn’t be wearing my necklace if it didn't mean anything,” he walked over, his index finger connecting with the charm, watching how he had an effect on you. Your breathing rapidly increased, watching how your chest pumped in and out trying to control it. Fuck, was all you thought, he caught you.
You look up and see how his brown iris gaze into you, a dingle of hope plastered on them. His lashes reached his top eyelid, and then touched his cheek as he blinked. Unbeknownst to the two of you, but your bodies were closely together now, one move from the two of you, and you would be pressed up. You cleared your throat and backed away, playing with the charm as you spoke, “This is such a bad idea…”
“But why does it feel so right? So real,” Jude said, shrugging his shoulders. This could end badly, maybe you running out of the showcase in tears or cause a scene and embarrass yourself in front of your coworkers. But maybe it could be the opposite, who knows, only faith undermining the situation. “Please. I wouldn't be here if it didn't mean anything,” he begged again, to which you sighed and finally accepted.
“I have a suit in my luggage, give me a couple of minutes to change and fix my hair and we can head out okay?” Jude said, but you were afraid to speak, only muttering a quick ‘okay’. Jude was like a drug, an addictive one, and as much as you wanted to let go, it was becoming difficult. It didn't seem real. It couldn't be real, right? But when you saw him come out now dressed, you knew there was no way to deny your true feelings.
The Uber driver played slow and relaxed music, you leaned against the car window, your hand propped up to hold your head as you watched out. Jude being freakishly tall struggled with his legs, finally just spreading them apart and watching as you looked out. He wanted to reach over and pull you into him, kiss your head down to your neck, whisper words of encouragement, and hold you like he once did. But he couldn’t not knowing if you were willing to let him do so.
When the two of you walk into the exhibit, a photographer takes a couple of photos, asking you to pose and embrace each other. As awkward as it may have been, Jude didn't let the opportunity of his hand coming around your waist and pulling you into a protective matter go to waste. His touch ignited a fire in you, a familiar sense of butterflies invading your tummy as his thumb drew circles over the material.
You couldn't help but wrap your hand around his bicep, feeling the prominent muscles he built over the months as you walked inside the venue. He was huge compared to a while back. You smiled and guided him to your friends, to which you embraced and talked to. Giovan hugged you tight, too close for Jude’s liking, which made him clench his fist and jaw at the sight. But oh boy was he wrong.
“And who is this handsome lad? Don’t tell me this is your man or I'll be upset Y/n,” Giovan said in a flirtatious tone, fluttering his eyelashes and extending his hand, to which Jude shook. A tint of blush and redness spread across his cheeks, making you smirk and giggle. “Not my man, just an old friend who has come down to visit me,” you intervene, standing aside to where Jude silently begged with his eyes.
“Alright now Gio, settle down, don't scare him off now,” you joke, to which your friend just rolls his eyes and smiles. “Of course not! I'll see the two of you around, maybe you can buy me a drink,” he hinted to Jude who just nodded shyly. You look away laughing to which Jude embarrassed chuckles, “It's not funny.”
But the playful mood turned awkward again as you roamed the exhibit of paintings, photography and sculptures. You came across a painting of white swans who looked over at the sunset, cuddled into their embraces, far away and disclosed to where the exhibit was held. It was minimal lighting and no other people.
It reminded you of when Jude broke things off, leaving for Spain, and then again when he caught you moving out. You close your eyes and shake away the memory, but Jude sees. “Are you okay?”
“Why are you here Jude?” you ask again, you’re tired of the constant confused signals and feelings for him. For once you want him to be straight on how he feels about you, instead of continuing this cycle of unsureness.
“I’m here for you… to fix us…” Jude says you let out a laugh of disbelief. You find the strength to look him in the eyes as he talks. “There is no us anymore Jude, you broke that off.”
“That’s why I'm here. I want to fix us and earn you back. If it's not you then it's no one. I'm really hoping you can forgive me, for what I did and the pain I cost you. I never meant for all this to happen, I thought I knew what I wanted but I was so so wrong Y/n. You shaped me into who I am today, and I'll forever be thankful for that. You made me into the person I am and without you, I'm so lost,” Jude pleads, his eyes glossy as he reaches for your hands.
“I was stupid to let you go, to lose all the trust you built for me. I’ll admit it, I was only thinking of myself instead of you when I broke it off, but I was scared of losing you. It's true I didn't know what I wanted but I do now. You being so distant from me right now is breaking my heart because I feel like I lost you. Did I lose you, baby?” he continued, your eyes brimming with tears at his soft tone when asking his question.
What if it was too late? What if you couldn't love him or be enough like you expected? What if there was no point in trying again if it meant the same outcome? Were you seriously going to risk everything for a guy who proved in the past they didn't think of anyone but themselves?
Your silence was killing Jude. Maybe he did hurt you, and he could never recover from that if that was the case. This whole time being apart, from the day at the park to you moving your stuff out, to now, the distance was becoming a long and heavy weight on his shoulders. To not know how you felt, to not hear your voice, to hold you close afraid of letting go always popped into his head. Spending his nights unable to sleep, or even go out.
“You really hurt me… I never expected you to suddenly give up on us, especially when we were doing so good? We were happy, at least I was. I was not only watching you succeed, but I was watching my favourite person in the world, stay with me at my side, promising me that nothing would come between us. If you had those feelings why didn’t you ever say anything? Why couldn't you just talk to me, like I always said?” you finally break your silence, a tear dropping from your cheek.
“It's hurting me that you're here. It hurt me when the only person in the world I ever trusted suddenly wanted to let go. It hurt me back when I moved out, knowing it was probably the last time I would see you. It hurts to be reminded of you, and remember the good times we had because I knew they would never come back. But most of all, it hurts me to see you sad and upset,” you sob, turning away from his teary eyes not being able to take the pain.
You felt his arms hug you, his embrace warm and comforting, and as you found yourself leaning into it, you could hear his rapid heartbeat like yours. Feel the pain slowly disappear from your veins and finally gain control. The nights of constant terrors and crying, on a stream swimming away when he breathed into you. You felt at home. The butterflies and intimate contact now swarming your chest and tummy once again.
“If I knew how to take your pain away, I would do it. To see you hurting because of me, is hard. But I want you to know I’ve matured, that I'm willing to do anything it takes to have you back and call you mine. It's not because it feels like it's something I have to do, or live up to, it's because I truly am nothing without you,” he held your cheek in his larger palm, his other arm securely on your waist wrapped around.
“I'm not myself, my friends and family have noticed. If your presence isn't next to mine, it's like I'm running on my head overthinking, I'm just lost.”
“Jude-”
“I love you. I've never stopped, and I don't think I ever will…” and there he said, the three words he once confessed to you before, repeated again. The three words that mean so much more than his confession, the words you've been longing to hear but are so afraid of because it will forever mean more than a simple “I want you back’ or “I miss you.” You gasped, taking a gulp of nothing because this was real.
“Is this real?” you asked, pointing at the two of you, watching as Jude’s face softened even more. A small frown on his lips and brows relaxed, the wrinkle on his eyes as he blinked hard appearing. “Yes.”
“I'm saying is everything you're telling me now real? No bullshit. No more lies. No unsureness. Is this real, Jude?” A feeling of hope filled his chest, replacing the torture he felt before. “This is more than real. You’re the realest thing that I've ever experienced, and I want it to be like that, forever.”
“Forever?” you ask again, your brow raising as confirmation to which he let out a small laugh, “Yes. Forever. If we do this again, you're not leaving my side, and I'm not leaving yours. Forever.”
“Then what the hell are we waiting for? Kiss me Jude.”
He gave you one more look to confirm things but you quickly got on your tippy toes and smashed your lips against his. Jude pushed you up against the wall, hands roaming down to your hips where he gripped them tightly. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip tasting the familiar cherry taste he loved so deeply. Your hands moved all around his chest, finally gripping the back of his neck, drawing a small moan when he bit your lip.
He kissed you again, lips never separating from you as he picked you up and once again caged on the wall. Your legs come around his torso, your core throbbing and rubbing against his upper abs. “Jude we can’t… not here. They will hear us…” you whimper when he kisses the inner corners of your mouth, and then down to your jaw. “Then you’ll have to be quiet. You can do that, be a good girl for me and be quiet.”
Your chin slightly trembled as he continued to kiss all the way down to your collarbone, inhaling your scent. Marking you as his, and leaving a purple mark on the hot skin. All you could do was move your hips around and try to feel the friction to get rid of the sensitivity you felt, but it was hard when Jude kept pulling back. “Is that what you want? For me to touch you?” he groaned, voice huskier and deep as he pulled you into a messy kiss.
There was no way you could go back and let people see you like this. But you couldn't care, all you could care about was the way Jude set you down and dragged his fingertips from your calves to your inner thighs.His nails tickling and drawing shaped as he kissed and marked your boob once more.
His trail felt hot, he was teasing you, your legs squirmed around to find his touch. And when you finally grew enough of his games, you grabbed his wrist, and placed it exactly where you wanted him. “Here Jude. I want you to touch me here, please,” you whispered in his ear, biting the skin and pressing a small kiss. Jude ran his hand on top of your clothed core, noticing the wet material behind it.
“Once I make you cum, you're all mine. Do you understand?”
“I’ve always been yours,” and with that he dragged his fingers against your wet folds, rubbing a circle on your clit, making you let out a gasp. “That’s right baby. You've always been mine pretty girl,” he smiled against your lips, kissing your top lip. His fingers teased your entrance, groaning at how wet you were, causing you to clench your legs around his hand and look away. “Open your legs baby… Let me touch you just how you like.”
He kissed your cheek, and used his free hand to bring your face back to his gently. “Focus on me baby,” he pecked your jaw, “Focus on my touch,” Jude placed another kiss on your cheek, “Focus on my fingers,” he kissed your shoulder as his fingers finally drew inside of you, “Focus on my lips,” without hesitation you kissed him to hide the loud moan that would've left your mouth.
His fingers were completely coated with your arousal, easily sinking them deeper as he drew them in and out. Your body shuddered, back arching against the wall as his fingers drew and now your clit were all being touched. You felt starved, completely vulnerable at his sake.
“It feels s-s-so good, Jude,” you whined, your head thrown back as you kept a tight grip on his white blouse. “I know, but I can feel it, you’re almost there for me. So tight, always tight,” he moaned, his cock becoming harder than before. He heard your pants, small whines as you kept grinding on his hand, the cold tingle he felt down his spine as you shivered against him.
Jude picked up the pace, sighing with pleasure when you felt his bulge, and almost shamingly came. “S-s-shit baby.”
He nibbled on your neck to quiet down the noises the two of you were making, leaving wet kisses all over your tainted skin, feeling your lips quivering in pleasure as he finally made you reach your high. You cried out, and sucked in a sharp breath when he hit that certain spot, the one he always found, either with his fingers or cock.
“All mine.”
Jude quickly untucked his belt, and took his hard cock out the tightness off his boxers, grunting at the cold air in the room. “Can you still be quiet for me? One more, just one more for me…” he kissed you and quickly picked you up again, holding you strongly so you wouldn't fall, but he couldn't help himself but pin you hands above your head.
“If it becomes too much tell me,” Jude said, dragging the tip along your wet fold before finally sinking into you. Your back was completely pinned against the wall, sliding up and down as he began to thrust into you slowly but rough. He moved mindlessly, drawing out sounds from the two of you as he thrusted into you deeper. Your name fell out his lips, causing you to squeeze your legs around him, also your wet folds around his cock at the same time.
You felt like heaven, and Jude was sure he would be cumming quickly. The two of you were close, so close that in a few more thrust the two of you would be moaning in relief. He let go of your pinned wrists, his two hands now on your hips as he slowly drew in and out, harder and deeper. “God, you feel so good. Doing so good for me… God I love you,” he kissed you, your hand resting on the back of his head returning the kiss.
He continued to breathlessly move inside you, his forehead on your shoulder to reduce the sounds of his moans and groans. The art frames on the wall banging due the pace of his thrust, but he couldn't care. But when you continued to clench around him, Jude continuing the pace he was doing, your bodies trembled in pleasure, having Jude prep his hand in the wall so the two of you wouldnt fall. You could feel it, the way you pulsed around his cock, the ropes of cum he continued to spurt into you.
“I love you,” he kissed his initial and then lips, now that were slightly swollen after making out for a while. You brushed the hairs on his temple that were messy back into place, smiling like an idiot as he remained still inside you.
“I love you too Jude.”
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To Call You Mine
Chapter 9.5
Authors note: New Years special!! 🎉
PSA: This will be the last update for a bit as I will be focusing on getting my requests out. But breaks will still be had to update this and my other fics
Warnings: none, all fluff!
Word count: 1650 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist TCYM Masterlist
As everyone gathers in Maximoffs living room, watching the tv in anticipation you can’t help but gaze at your loving mate and pup instead. You can’t believe how much your life has changed this year, these last few months specifically. You've gotten everything you wanted. Natasha was yours now, Dima was too and now he has a sibling on the way. You almost couldn’t believe it, but the way the Omega looks at you constantly reminds you that it is indeed true.
“What are you thinking about moya lyubov'(my love)?” your mate asks as she catches the way you're looking at her
You smile and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her and your pup closer, “Just that I'm extremely lucky to be able to call you mine”
She practically melts at your admission and a small purr erupts from her, “I’m the lucky one”
Yelena rolls her eyes at the two of you, “Ick, you're both being so gushy again”
Wanda elbow her, “Stop testing them, it’s incredibly cute to see them interact”
“Maybe for you who doesn’t see them too often, but I see them all over each other almost constantly” the blonde retorts, causing your Omega to blush
Carol laughs, “Still so easy to fluster when it comes to Y/n, eh Romanoff?”
You look down at your mate, “You used to get flustered over me?”
“Only all the time” Clint adds with a smirk causing your Omega to groan
“Oh leave them be. Wanda and Vis are always off somewhere cuddling and Carol, you're always sneaking off to spend time with Val and Maria” Jenn reminds them
A blush settles on Wanda's cheeks as Vision rubs his neck in embarrassment, and Clint laughs at the stunned expression the police Captain wears and the glare she sends his way has no doubt scared many a criminal she's had in interrogation.
“Shut it Barton. Don’t even get me started on how bad you are with Laura”
He huffs and playfully crosses his arms, “I am not”
“Sure, that's why you had two out of three pups so soon after each other” you tease, earning yourself a giggle from Nat and a sour look from her best friend
“Alright alright” Vis says with a raise of his hands, “If we keep up with the playful banter we’ll all miss the reason we're all gathered here in the first place.”
“Vis is right” Jen agrees, turning her attention back to the tv
Carol nods, “Right, we watch the ball drop, then get back to annoying the shit out of each other.”
“You're terrible Danvers” Nat says with a smile that says otherwise
You shake your head at your best friend, “You get used to it”
“Guys” Wanda reprimands, reminding everyone to put a stop to the teasing for now and everyone settles down, their attention back on the screen as the countdown begins.
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1, Happy New Year!!
The mated pairs all share loving kisses as the others cheer to greet the new year, and your mate giggles as her sister rolls her eyes and takes Dima from her.
“My poor plemyannik(nephew), let me get you away from your parents for a bit”
“I don’t hear him complaining” your mate teases
Yelena scoffs, “Only because he can not talk yet”
“He can talk” you retort, “He calls us Mama all the time”
The Beta glares, “You know that is not the kind of talking I meant. Now shush and let me take him for snacks and apple juice” You both laugh as she heads off to the kitchen, Wanda and Vision following her in order to grab the gathering some drinks of their own.
With her arms now free Natasha loops them around your waist, pulling herself closer to you. You hold her tightly as she purrs and she's nearly overwhelmed by the love she feels between the two of you. The pup growing inside her is further proof of this love, and she honestly couldn’t be happier. Especially so considering Bruce still didn’t seem to know her location, and even if he did Jen made sure that Nat had a restraining order against him. She knew if he found her and came anywhere near then not only would you beat his ass and have Carol arrest him again, but his own cousin would have him put away for at least a few years and this gave her a sense of peace.
She's brought from these thoughts as her sister and the Maximoffs return to the room. Yelena takes a seat with her nephew, allowing him to sip on his apple juice as she shares some of the snack she brought out for them and Wanda begins to dutifully pass out the drinks. By the time she gets to the two of you you're now sitting on the same couch as Yelena.
“Here you guys go” the Omega says with a smile, handing you and your mate your glasses
“Thanks Wans” Nat says, only taking the drink to be able to partake in the traditional toast your friend group does
Once everyone has their drinks the brunette heads back over to her Alpha, he smiles and loops an arm around her shoulder before looking around the room at all his friends, “Thank you everyone for joining us again this year. Wanda and I are very glad you could all make it. So here's to our friendship, our relationships with our mates, the health of the Danvers, Barton and Romanoff pups, and to this new year together”
Everyone clinks their glasses together and takes a sip of their drinks, with the exception of two people. Wanda and Natasha. This goes unnoticed by your mate, she's too busy trying to get you to not chug your drink in order to drink hers as well. Wanda however notices right away and quickly determines that her best friend isn’t drinking for the same reason she isn’t.
“Oh my god, Nat!” she practically squeals, running over to the redhead, “Are you with pup again?” Everyone's gaze turns to your mate and you don’t miss the look of excitement in Yelena's eyes.
Your Omega smiles and grabs your hand, “I am, Y/n and I are expecting”
Everyone cheers in congratulations, though Nat can hardly hear it as her best friend's body embraces her tightly. Wanda can’t help the few tears that form in her eyes, not only because of her happiness for her best friend finally getting the life she has always wanted and deserved, but also because this means their pups will be the same age.
She pulls back enough to be able to look at your mate properly, “Vis and I are expecting too”
Your friend group cheers again and Nats eyes go wide, “You are? Really?”
“Yes!” the other Omega says with an excited nod, “This is so wonderful Nat! I thought my pup would only have Dima as a friend, but now they’ll have two friends”
Your mate smiles, “Our pups will all be best friends just like us”
“What am I then, chopped liver?” Clint teases
“Oh hush Barton” Yelena chides, “Sestra(sister), I’m very happy for you. And you too, Y/n.”
“Thanks Lena, we couldn't be happier” you reply, letting your hand come to rest on Nats barely there bump
“Do you hear this plemyannik(nephew)?” the blond asks, looking down at him, “You're going to be a big brother!”
The pup excitedly babbles as if he understands his Aunties words causing you all to laugh and smile at him, which in turn causes a smile to spread across his face as well.
“He’s going to be an amazing big brother”
Around an hour later you finally pull into your garage, and your mate chuckles softly at the snoozing pup in the back seat.
“Poor little guy” you exclaim as you unbuckle him, “We kept him up so late tonight”
Nat nods, “We did, but hopefully that just means he’ll sleep in tomorrow”
You nod in agreement before taking him upstairs and tucking him in. Once you make your way back downstairs you're surprised to see Natasha not in the bedroom, but standing there in front of the still decorated Christmas tree that Liho sleeps under.
“Everything ok Natty?”
She turns to you, a tearful smile on her face, “Everything is so perfect Y/n. Thank you for giving Dima an amazing first Christmas, and giving me the best Christmas I’ve ever had”
You don’t hesitate to kiss her, “Of course baby, but you don’t have to thank me for that. It’s my pleasure to do such things for you both”
“I know” she nods, “But you deserved to be thanked for taking such good care of us and loving us so well”
You smile softly and wrap your arms around her waist, “I love you, my Omega”
“I love you too, my Alpha, always will.”
Unbeknownst to you however, in a car across the street someone watches this interaction through your open blinds, and what he sees both angers and disgusts him.
“I knew it” the Alpha grows to himself, “That lying bitch. She had my Omega and pup this whole time. And if Nat thinks I’m just going to sit here and let another, less able Alpha raise my son then she has another thing coming.”
He takes out his phone and quickly sends off a few texts to an unsaved number before he glances back in your house's direction. He seethes with rage as he sees you both embrace in a heated kiss causing his grip on the steering wheel to tighten. But what he sees next is nearly enough to make him snap the thing in half. There, plain as day on your neck is a mark. You were claimed. His Omega claimed you, not him.
“You're so fucking dead Y/n.”
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What’s your ideal ending for Only Friends, Petty? Because mine is Ray getting help. He is my son he is my boy and he needs THERAPY AND REHAB because I gotta say, I’m with you none of these people should end up together. The longer they spend around each other the more they’re going to end up destroying each other like corals digesting each other alive in the night. But Ray? He’s my fighter too. QUE SE SALVE MI HIJO
Anon, I don't like watching high school BLs normally because most of the issues in them are very disconnected from me, and I constantly feel like an old head looking at the youths with disappointment, but Only Friends, which is about college students, takes the prize for really reminding me I like ginger, a lot.
I Feel You Linger in the Air and Only Friends are hard watches for me. One has sprinkles of a slave narrative and the other is like watching The Real World: Las Vegas without the possibility of someone ending up pregnant . . . possibly (remember that there is still that tweet about a kid in kindergarten).
Like, are any of the characters using condoms? Getting tested regularly? PrEP? ANYTHING? I don't need a PSA about them. I just need to see it even if it comes from underneath a toy car (Love in the Air), is opened with teeth (KinnPorsche), and used in a hot tub (Be Mine, Superstar), ALL which are VERY wrong for various reasons, especially that toy car business.
So my ideal ending for this show is something along the Bed Friend and The Warp Effect route - safe sex practices, exploration of sex as a form of healing, destigmatization of mental health resources such as medication and therapy, consent in relationships where substances could be used to enhance pleasure
Oh, and less slut shaming from the characters themselves!
I know that seems like a lot, but it would fit naturally in the show since it's based on the messy sex lives of college students. They are characters. They are fictional. They are not real, but they are based on real experiences according to Jojo, so throw some lube into one scene just to remind the audience that the wetter the slide, the easier the ride, you know? Or is that too much for GMMTV?
The show is doing exactly what it said it would, but it is also throwing in Top's trauma, Ray's alcoholism, non-consensual porn and cyber-exploitation, socioeconomic power imbalance, and so many other issues, so . . .
My ideal ending is about harm reduction, but that's not what this show is about, so the only real ending I can hope for is me just sitting down and trusting the show to lead the characters wherever it takes them.
Hopefully, that's therapy.
All in all, be kind to yourself. Use condoms. Use lube. Ask for consent. Go to therapy. Learn how to tie a decent knot that will properly bind your partner. Drink water.
Sincerely, your ginger-loving slutty color demon.
#only friends#only friends the series#my ideal ending#it would include harm reduction#but I trust the show to go wherever it needs to go#like therapy
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Who’s hungry? I have another idea in place for a story, it involves our favorite boi.
So MAJOR TW: Forced Touching, Mid Choking, Mental Abuse, The usual yandere stuff. I normally don’t write like this… I hope I didn’t go to far… PSA: I don’t condone this behavior, abuse is abuse, y’all stay safe please, my mind just got stupid.
“Where are you going?” His voice remained soft and sweet when the question was asked, but the look in his eyes were anything but, this had caught you off guard. “We normally do this hun. I just gave you a kiss for the night.” Suddenly you felt the hand around your waist become tighter, as a deep voice ringed in your ears. “I didn’t wait 100 fucking years and six months for a dip in the kitty pool, Goddess.” Without a moment to waste, you found yourself flat against your back as your brain was trying to remind yourself on how to breathe through your nose. The pressure of Sage’s body being pressed against yours was too much for your mind to handle, as if you were being sandwiched between the bed and him, and you wondered if the bed would possibly break underneath you due to his roughness. Soon he lifted himself off of you and he stared sternly into your eyes, not looking away for a single second. You weren’t sure where all this tension was coming from, so you decided to use your cheekiness to lighten up the situation. “Kitty pool huh? I would have thought that you’d be in the beginners class by now.” Very poor choice of words, the grip on your shoulders became harder as you swallowed your pride. “Hey-hey now… I’m sorry. Look if you want to cuddle instead, then I’m all for it-“ A hand was placed on your neck to keep you quiet, you kept your eyes shut, feeling a little scared now to look at his eyes. They weren’t soft and sweet, they became cold and soulless. “I don’t want any cuddles. I don’t want any hugs. And I don’t want any kisses.” The hold on your neck became tighter as he spoke. “I want to drop your name and make it mine. I want to break every last egg that you have. I want to ruin your clear skin. I want to keep you here with my offspring. And I want to show everyone who you belong to.” You had to take a moment to process what Sage had just said to you. At first you thought he was angry at you, but it was the complete opposite. That didn’t help how you were feeling, so you tried to reason with him. In response he squeezed you neck again. “Look at me. Look at me when you speak.” Slowly, you did what you were told and looked at him. Sage’s face was close to yours as he could, the coldness in his eyes remained. “The only words I want to hear from you are yes. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?” Terrified, this isn’t how you were planning for this night to end, you wanted to be soft and gentle with him. You tried to think of how to relax the tension but Sage wasn’t having that. As an not so settle reminder of the situation that you were in, he squeezed your neck for the final time, actually chocking you this time. “Not asking you again, Sun Flower. Understood?” Seeing that there was no other way around this, with the little amount of breath that you had, you nodded your head. “…yes. Yes Sage…” He quickly let go of your neck, allowing you to breathe normally, however you wouldn’t be able to get much air in as he suddenly pinned his body up against you and began to kiss you over and over. First your lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders… he went lower and lower as you tried to keep your moans to yourself. With the last amount of sense you did have, you weren’t going to reward him with your voice after what he just did. Of course, Sage didn’t care, if he wants something, he’s going to get it, any means necessary. “You might as well stop the fight my dear flower. We’re going to be here all night, it is a special one after all. So let’s celebrate our engagement together,” Sage leaned in closer as he began to take of your clothes, “Just you and me… all night… until the sun comes up.”
{also Cinder if you want to make a nsfw version of this go right ahead… I’m not innocent anymore ;-; but I never was}
ALL OF THIS IS SO GOOD?! WHAT MORE CAN I ADD TO THIS BESTIE?! I AM- IOHFIOVIOWDIODEIOD
Listen. Bestie. Everything about this is SO FREAKING GOOD. I CANT- FROM THE KIDDIE POOL BIT TO THE DOMINATION FROM SAGE
A TEAR JUST RAN DOWN MY LEG FOR THIS
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making a copy of this bc op disabled reblogs and i just got reminded it existed and would like to not lose it
ok so . im outing myself to the world but thats fine this is too funny to not share
so. ive run a roleplay blog for a few years. i keep it separate from my main, yknow, its just a side hobby and ive been doing it since i was like, 12. its cringe but hey yknow at least im not 30 and writing ya novels
now its pretty common for rp blogs these days to have rules. right? you dont want to just bag any weirdo on this website, and as you can imagine bnha roleplayers are batshit crazy (see: conversion therapy todoroki) so mine are pretty strict and detailed. because ive been doing it long enough to be exposed to what counts as carbon monoxide poison from a screen. one of those rules is "if youre mutuals with people who write porn of the kids even aged up im blocking you we're keeping a ten foot pole on this". because as a 20 year old man i have a healthy disinterest in seeing paragraphs of teenagers fucking
so the dash is astir with talk of a guy writing age up bakugou porn and im like ok whatever. make a post bitching about it . mutual likes those posts but then the mutual is turning around and being buddy buddy with this guy so i dm the mutual like hey whats going on here . mutual is like "well why dont you talk it out with him hes not as mean as he seems i prommy" and im like sure whatever i can have civil conversation and if it ends with One Less Person writing weirdo porn then i might be able to get into heaven
so i dm him and he loses his fucking mind. it lasted all of 10 minutes because he was sending paragraphs like this and i was too tired to give a shit
(take note of my icon thats a special tool thatll help us later)
(also he goes by the name rxgelord. WITH the x. thats also important just because its funny as fuck)
so the guys clearly bothered by the idea that people might possibly talk about him without his permission and im a little miffed after being misgendered (which hed do again later) so i just post our dms. swing first and hey batter batter lets play ball i dont give a shit this is bnha roleplay
once again: loses his damn mind. he makes a psa post about me talking about how im just some pussy infant and hes too HARD for me and shit and also they do bakudeku muffin roleplay in the comments of that post which is fucking insane
anyway. at one point while joking about the whole thing i called him a "wannabe bakugou kinnie" as a joke and apparently he felt a very serious need to address this
and im like holllllllllllllly fucking shit
you may have noticed that his posts are incredibly over-formatted. this goes for everything he does he is pouring a LOT of time and energy into typing his 9 paragraphs about how im an insane bitch or whatever. (if theres literally one thing i can give him credit on its that his graphic editing skills are kinda good. i will be honest) his rules document is also just as insane and features gems such as:
(this dude thinks hes pulling bitches on a bnha roleplay blog)
so we're just full on ragging on him at this point and hes getting MADDDDDDD MAD. he misgenders me again and when i point it out he has the following excuse:
(art by @/pcktknife. anyways)
after a certain point i get dmd an old copy of a 130+ page callout he had a year prior and im like WHAT and it included his yugioh rp blog career and various allegations like having been involved in gang violence, doxxing, etc. also a picture of the hickies he bragged about leaving on his uwu pink glitter gf which looked more like he was trying to go for the killing bite but hey. yknow. apparently im a toddler idk how that works
along in this we also find his twitch account, which was under the name rxgelord, and it featured edited graphics of his real life face with bakugou. he posts selfies a lot too i wont share them even if theyre public but he has knuckle tats and a goatee and uses the greyscale filter. if this gives you an idea. he also had 5 twitch followers and detailed his desire to be a rapper/dj and im like holllllly fucking shit this guy cant be a real person. holy fuck.
anyways. skipping a lot of unnecessary bullshit and paragraphs of text with gifs from 2013 attached hes constantly going on about how we wont just "say it to his face" which i think is hilarious bc i was, the entire time. but im like ok fine you want me so bad
so i send him this. he posts about how "he won when he got all might" (for some reason hes calling my ex mutual by the character name. i dont know) and then hasnt posted in 4 days. he deleted his twitch. im a little worried bakugou. dont say that. may have actually chased this man off the internet . to go have real life sex with his real life girlfriend so he isnt so mad
anyway we ended up turning one of his posts into an eminem uberduck
im honestly probably forgetting something this was so much and it was so fucking funny and honestly im glad to have been there
update: he has not in fact posted since last summer. god bless.
#just copy pasted it . for posterity#very funny how in the og ppl are asking abt ctt. dont worry abt it#bakugou dont say that
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Hai.
How do you measure your top and bottoms? I will likely greatly regret asking.
oh HIIII @diamonddung~<3<3<3!
why yes. yes you will<3 i never did get that answer on fiona's nick valentine % <3 tho you may need to amend billy's % lmao<3<3<3
as a bonafide too queer to function lunatic and multishipper who *hates* catty supremacist false dichotomy fandom bullshit because of all the unnecessary problems it causes (you know me, lmao, bit of another psa in here i guess given multiship tags and yes, i am still upset about the thing with the artist)? ya know i'm a little out there and not quite with the 'in' crowd of the chunk of cis het women who take party~ in the shipping world~<3 no shade, but it does tend to change one's perspective. i do feel there's lots of shipping discourse that may miss the mark/certain character elements in favor of...
well, normally just plain ol' over-sexualization from some horny ass people lfmao, (homie's scene with doppelhomie is a good example, the trauma presented on his face was ignored in favor of the selfcest fantasy, but in antony starr's words, homie wasn't interested, he was traumatized :((() but also unfortunately... echhh i gotta say it!
hetero-normalizing gay ships and then treating the kink presentation like a goddamn religion... the amount of times i have those 'are the straights okay???' moments are just...
LMAO, all in good fun of course<3 let's not kink shame.
it's fine to have different kinks and discourse, disagreements over how you view characters or what you like, even be enthusiastic with your own views and shout them out to the heavens~! it's *NOT* fine to try and police, dehumanize, or discourage others from enjoying what they like just because it's *different* from you and they exist in a *shared* space.
friendly important reminder to *ship and let ship*, *art and let art* however that may be. even if i don't like the way a ship is presented or voice how *i* personally feel about it, i would *never* try to or even have the gall to tell someone *no, you can't do that, my way or the highway*
It does NOT *exclude* you to *include* others. It costs nothing to be *nice* or simply DNI. This is NOT a dichotomy. Fandoms do NOT need additional toxicity and bullying over something so *trivial* as fictional bullshit. EVER.
"i don't like bullies... i don't care where they're from." ;)
anywho~<3 i love top/bottom exploration because i have a very bad BAD~<3 dominance kink, but switching definitely gets the most downplaying/ignoring with a heavy focus on... mmm, i suppose often, more superficial elements half the time and i'll admit some of mine def are~ lmao nose size. and i don't say that to dissuade any writers, young or old. i say it to *encourage* moar deep diving<3<3<3 and even questioning the way you might think/listening to new perspectives~<3!
we all start somewhere and have times of exploration/learning~<3 learning moar and challenging yourself? that's a *good* thing<3<3<3 but sadly, not always valued (it should be!) :(
but apart from canon dynamices/character depth/personality to the best of my ability/understanding? the long answer is ANAL GAPE~<3
among other things, i'm sure that makes no sense whatsoever<3 because some other factors do get thrown in. intelligence because i'm a morosexual and LOVE big dumb tops<3<3<3, practicality super anuses are a death trap to not be played with however super phalli~, and weirdly... nose size. i'm not kidding!
yeah i know some idiot out there told me nose size is apparently related to phallus size and testosterone levels OH WAIT-- but oddly enough...? i think there may be some kinda instinct there LOL, because it seemed to registered in my brain the same way i registered my top/bottoms for the most part, even *before* learning that...
and i *swear*... i'll come back to this shit cause it's hilarious, but even in fanart, you'll see many artists subconsciously/purposefully give the guy they want to 'top' a bigger nose... even if he has a smaller one. ;)))))))))))))))))
BUTT ANAL GAPE! WHAT IS IT!?
not the nasty version ya nasties~<3
it basically boils down to... how big of an ASSHOLE is this asshole... just wide do those booty cheeks spread with the level a disrespect-- how *badly* does he *need* a good railing and prostate MMPH~<3<3<3! or even spanking~<3 how much of a control freak is he? how stubborn~? how far do those bitchy manipulative little devil vibes go~<3<3<3 what does he *want*? really want. figurative dick energy? is he compensating for something? is he in need of, holdin' out for a hero~<3<3<3? how so? how far from the goal of expressing positive masculinity are we and why? just how toxic we talkin~? i'm slippin' under<3
what is the outward presentation being given vs. the one he gives privately/with those he loves? there's a pretty big difference sometimes and it can say a lot. naturally gentle doms like kal-el or steve rogers i see get mislabeled for that old thing, 'mistaking kindness for weakness', so to speak. but as a general rule, they say that in the bedroom~ people actually tend to give the opposite of what they present in their day to day lives/'those with the most control of their lives are secretly the most submissive' or something along those lines, and it makes sense that things would manifest that way when you think about it. (ironically learned about this *after* learning my kinks)
a good example would be billy butcher, who gives the outward presentation of being rough and ragged and 'in control' wannabe logan, but is extremely soft, caring and submissive with those he loves<3 contrast with homelander who has had ZERO control over his own life from day one and *really* likes it rough when he gets the chance and--
boi lemme tell ya hwat--
it's a number of things, lmao, and the calculations in my head are automatic and will not make sense in numbers. so.
i don't think i need to explain much on anal gape when it comes to scott summers, lex luthor, bruce wayne, tony stark, and especially... *especially* billy butcher.
but lets not forget the added morosexual aspect~ which *can* even override anal gape! so let's go over what every one a my tagged ship bottoms might be saying to their big dumb idiot animal tops being DUMB<3<3<3
scott: *glares violently*
lex: *glares in pure bitch trying to hide the horny*
bucky: steve... what the fuck.
tony: *hard eye rolling and harder cuddling*
bruce: . . .
charles: ERIK!?
billy: *as he takes off his clothes* why... are you a brainless cunt?
pay no mind to homie's indignant huffing with a side of horny in response (somebody find me that goddamn meme lmao<3), and brucie might still be processing clark's stupidity lol<3
it's funny tho, cause i have competency kink too~<3 and i love me a good boi team up/learnin' as we go~<3<3<3
practicality? pretty self explanatory... way back when... dc gave us detail on the urinals of the justice league and pretty much confirmed man of steel, woman of kleenex (my favorite<3). i could not make this shit up-- (thanks btw dd for sending me this shit now i HAVE to share it)
so. given that we know superman's piss stream is strong enough to *dent* reinforced titanium steel when *weakened*--.
do i really have to say much about his sphincter? it makes diamonds, it makes fucking diamonds, do not stick anything up there unless you wanna lose it forever.
from a practical sense, i never like making it *easy* for clark~<3 to bone someone lmao, it's just too fun<3<3<3 (blue k is always an option of course) but also... he can vibrate it (along with his fingers and tongue), he has infinite stamina. and he has no refractory period... ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
homelander is much the same, maybe with an added *lack* of control and def a bit moar scary leik, might deliberately murder you scary but STILL--
you could not fucking *PAY* me to miss a goddamn chance for superweiner--
not sure i wanna think about what martian manhunter has... but i'd still let him do whatever to me, honestly<3 he'd be the BEST gentle dom i *swear*. like he'd literally check in and politely ask on you instead of reading your mind and check for any discomfort and be SO SWEET and tender and caring, making sure you're okay the whole time and just genuinely give you an experience you're never gonna forget leik<3<3<3 J'ONN~<3! HHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3
oops... ignore that--
and as for nose size~<3?
well~<3 OBVIOUSLY i want my bottoms to be getting the best they can<3 i SPOIL the shit out of them! of course we NEED the guy with the bigger dong nose to top, they should be havin' a grand ol' time~!
but back to that artist thing and genuinely, genuinely amazing. it's almost like a guarantee and i don't even know if people are aware of doing it, but it is always so hilarious and adorable to me. *especially* with billy butcher, the star of the anal gape show<3<3<3
"they just can't get my nose right!"
and of course no shade/disrespect to the actor (his nose is so goddamn cute<3<3<3 and i love it<3) or any other actors, or artists, but even *becca* (her nose is also cute and i love it~<3) had a bigger nose than him. seriously. homie's nose is fiiiiine~<3 but also actually bigger and longer. and it's just... ALMOST *guaranteed*. anyone who sees billy as a 'top' while drawing him *automatically* gives him the bigger/longer nose... and it just blows my mind how amazingly consistent that seems to be LOL (apparently like the study done on noses and weiners!)
what does that say about us, i wonder...?? (no seriously, i really wonder<3) adamant denial~<3 maybe? ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
billy boo does have the biggest eyes tho~<3<3<3
and apparently, did look it up... but it works inversely with bmi?? which... 100000% explains willem dafoe<3<3<3
it ALSO pretty much... confirms show homelander as their very own willem dafoe/norman osborn... and i never thought i'd have it THIS down bad for osborn but i can't with the things that does to me-- I'VE BEEN CONVERTED!! like the boi *already* is confimed *HUGE* canonically. *by BILLY* in the comic!
but by the gods--
down to the lovely eyes, scary smile, and psychosis. so it is that history repeats... hello mad daddy~<3
god i need to watch dafoe's spooderman again<3
I guess billy boo is now confirmed to be actually *compensating* for SOOOOOO much--
welp. i guess this explains why billy called himself an 'alpha male' unironically which i will never let him live down~<3 he already has the biggest gape i have EVER seen on a character. EVER. like. this boi. has enough gape to fit a goddamn planet up his ass. let's be generous and say that show boi billy is just at moon level. but it is still just. HUGE. which i guess makes homie just the perfect match for him given the willem dafoe vibes--
and honestly... it's beautiful<3
and the best part about billy is just how *self aware* he is of this. he postures to high hell and plays the part his dad would want him to, but he knows it's a goddamn problem, *addiction*, *hates* it, and spends his life looking for *solutions* and *self punishment*...
that's homie baby~<3
billy considered becca his *cure* (if the clear cut submissive role he took with her wasn't enough<3<3<3 SO CUTE<3<3<3) but *homelander* is the *replacement*. his *last resort*. cut my life into pieces--NOOOOO--
goddammit billy boo, i *really* do feel for you, i do... but lemme translate what billy butcher is *actually* saying in both the show and comic in going after homelander. cause lemme tell ya it ain't just revenge...
*destroy me, eviscerate me. because i am afraid of what i will do if you can't stop me. and because you took away the one who could save me, you owe me this and i will take it if need be.*
because there's *one* thing that billy fears, and he's had the ability to say it, even feel it... beaten out of him. but he almost always fully goes into battle *not* intending to come out of it. he *wants* to die and he hates himself a whole lot... and he knows. it's the thing his father gave him, the sickness he passed on that billy never wanted but can't control. but this would also be why he gives no fucks about 'collateral'.
even if by force or violence, billy wants to fail, he wants to be held down, he *wants* to lose, he wants to get knocked back down until he can't get back up anymore. he sure as hell isn't gonna make it easy for anyone, that's not in his nature, but he knows what happens if he can keep going.
billy knows he's a monster, but he is preconditioned to never control it. he sees the kindred monster in homelander, preconditioned to be *under control* but slipping through and vying to get loose... but homelander, despite everything *still* has control... billy wants to see it break, he *needs* it.
ugh~<3<3<3 yes, i know i am redundant with this shit<3 but it's just SO poetic<3<3<3 i CANNOT--
even season 3 evidenced their dynamic and dug in perfectly. scorched urf? the candle's fuckin' lit. herogasm? 3 on 1. ONLY A BRUISE--. billy, bloody smile~ comes back for more? billy gets his ass kicked by the dad on his own and only *maeve* gets anything done to homelander... who doesn't want to kill her, so he holds back even if she won't.
"i respect what you are even if you don't--."
got. damn...
but homie? he's the last lifeline, and he's tied to *both* sides of billy. and a people pleaser<3<3<3! who's also too dumb to get what's going on with billy, not that he'd care if he did... who's at the same time caught and curious by billy's obsession and the mirror between them<3
homie wants and knows how to please people... not just because he's been trained for it or a clear cut service top with dark~<3 elements<3<3<3 or because he wants the feeling he gets from their approval/admiration. very typical of a narcissist lmao, but also because of the added vulnerability that he is easily manipulated/exploited by the women in his life, not realizing he's a victim or being groomed/manipulated.
even the uh... *moment* he had with stillwell, she exploits his trauma and desire for a mother so directly that he just totally loses it and profusely appologizes. he's aware of how to *please* someone if ya get me~<3 ;))))))) (by the apology given at all) but he's *not* aware that she is abusing/exploiting his trauma in this way *because he lacks empathy for himself/has never genuinely had it given without some sort of exploitive exchange*, sort of opposite of billy in this sense too. poor dumb baby~<3!
what's really extra hilarious and ironic is that stormfront is pretty much what a lady billy would be but nowhere near as good as manipulating as him
but all homelander has ever known is the *examples* set before him by vought. and it's... quite obviously not a good one... :(((((((((((((((((( but he's *not* aware. billy is much the same, but he *is* aware. hence the deep buried cravings to be *free* vs. fucking approval ratings in homie, and *controlled* vs. lack of self control in billy... goddammit the fucking POETRY<3<3<3
so? it's just more of the same old same old. and homie loves, LOVES not having to hold back once he gets a taste for it... with *stormfront* no less... but *also* from billy in a different sense and now... beyond. still ADORE how he went flaccid on the nazi rhetoric lmao even this boi has his limits<3--
"let's light this candle--"
it's already fucking lit--
... you know full well how excited i get, lmao<3 and ya DID ask<3<3<3 XD
everyone else (to homelander): don't be what they made you... please for the love of fucking gawd, PLEASE--
billy: be what they fucking made you motherfucker, i wanna fuck FIGHT and see everything destroyed. i'll wait.
stormfront: be what we fucking made you, i wanna fuck and see everything not us destroyed. i won't wait.
but the short answer? i go by % of willem dafoe energy, the *CORRECT* answer is WILLEM DAFOE<3<3<3 (not to be confused with norman osborn... unless willem dafoe<3) DUH~!
WOOO-- goddamn... and i ain't even done yet. i spend WAY too much time obsessing over these fuckers, i SWEAR.
and ALSO the ladies~<3 are tops. all of them. ALL OF THEM. NO EXCEPTIONS-- lmao, KIDDING... maybe<3 (i might do another one going over mah lady~<3 ships<3<3<3 cause this got long... and i did get carried away with butchy and homie... of course i did. but you know how i love them<3<3<3)
#top and bottom#discourse#meta#billy butcher#homelander#butchlander#scogan#clex#stucky#superbat#stony#cherik#shipping#switching#character analysis#nose size#diamonds#willem dafoe#norman osborn#bratty bossy bottom billy butcher#the 5 essential b's#homelander's canonically huge dong#the correct answer<3#lmao#psa
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In a way, showing Simon as passive and unthinking vs active and unable to not think it’s a way of... well, showing (rather than just telling) that Baz is the one Simon actually wants. Like never thinking about Agatha or purposely pushing her out of his mind vs thinking about Baz all the time.
- When Simon thinks “I’ll take her back” because he hates behaving as if Agatha was his enemy, note that he uses this moment to talk about how they have only ever been friends, telling you how despite what he says (that he’ll take her back as a girlfriend) what he actually wants is being friends again. They grew up together, and this is all he actually wants from her: to keep the friendship of one of the few close friends he has ever had. And note how he’s not lifting a single finger to make anything happen! He’s just letting things happen. He behaves like their whole relationship is something that happened to him, rather than something he participated in. When Simon thinks about Baz behaving as if they were enemies again, he fucking jumps out of a car to run back to him. He’s active. So active that he asks Baz to be his boyfriend.
- Going by memory here, but it always picked my attention how Simon makes kissing Agatha sound pretty unappealing (and that they never kiss on page!) (if they do they do it like once at like the beginning and I do not remember nor do I want to). “I suppose her spit doesn’t taste like mine” – yeah that shit is gross. He sounds like an actor with a script, or like there’s some quota to meet. Like there’s an obligation: “should I kiss her? we haven’t kissed this year yet” or something. I’d bet he has never in his life kissed her spontaneously. He has to remind himself! I’d bet he was usually like “should I kiss her now? am I supposed to?” “nah, we kissed last week, we’re good.” Best case scenario: their kisses were boring as hell. The only thing Simon compares it to kissing Baz is temperature: she’s warm. Baz is cold. He could have used literally any human being to make this comparison. With Baz, Simon doesn’t even let him speak. Simon shutting him up with kisses is Simon in his “regular” mode (when he’s not dealing with crippling depression that makes him shut down completely). Baz has to hold him still and cover his mouth so he would let him finish sentences! Simon mouth fucks him.
I could go on (Simon behaving like he’s not a PSA kinda person with her, like he even dislikes it, but then he’s rubbing his cock on Baz in public) etc etc
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unfortunately for my heart and my current mental health, i must deliver this PSA:
if it’s not him for me at the end of the day, it’s fuckin no one.
and if he cheated on me, i’m gonna make a video of him and i, send it to her, and remind her AND him of why he’s fucking mine.
#actually bpd#bpd blog#bpd problems#bpd thoughts#bpd vent#bpd be like#bpd feels#bpd fp#bpd moment#bpd yandere
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may i request, Mikan Tsumiki, Kazuichi Souda, Gundham Tanaka, Korekiyo Shinguuji and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu findin' their wendigo S/O severly ingerd in the woods? Im sorry, im a sucker for wendigos!!!
Mikan Tsumiki, Kazuichi Souda, Gundham Tanaka, Korekiyo Shinguuji, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu finding their wendigo S/O injured in the woods
psa and for anyone new: i am native and this is my culture. if you're going to say something 'informative' in the inbox just know: i know what you're going to say and I ! do not ! care !. Talk to the wall.
anyway why is this website so fucking annoying to write on now jesus christ have ya'll noticed this or is it literally just mine - update I think it's literally just mine because my sideblog doesn't do the thing this blog does.
mod souda life update idk: me and my friends went to disney and I met loki and then I cried W.
currently watching: shrek forever after
-Mod Souda
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Mikan Tsumiki
✫ She worries about you very little. You're an entity, and therefore you are something greater than her. She has hardly even seen you in pain, the times in which she thought you were in pain ended up being a false alarm. Those times were triggered by the buckets of blood covering your body. Not your blood, of course, but she didn't realize that fast enough. Beyond using her nurse-experience to clean you up (you notice her slow movement when it comes to wiping you down as well as her soft tone) she really doesn't know much about how to treat you. You were once human, yes of course, but does your body still function like one?
It's a truly horrific sight: you curled up in the shade of a tree that seemed to have died many months ago. When Mikan came across it, she immediately held onto the straps of her tote as she raced over, her mouth releasing gasps of worry, sounds she didn't even hear. You unwound yourself, holding yourself up on your hands and feet and watching her approach.
"Oh no," she keeps repeating. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."
You want to wave it off, shaking your body hand at her, but she is crouching and assessing the wounds before you can even try to.
She asks if it hurts, her dull, purple eyes staring up at you with the brightness of an amethyst. You have never seen her this focused before. The steadiness of her hands and the furrowing of her brows is something new. You can hardly keep your eyes off of her.
It's a cut from a branch on your thigh, that's all it is. But it stings and hinders your movement. You don't like being in pain.
She bandages you up as if you were a child, kissing the gauze and looking up at you for approval. You ruffle her hair with your clawed hands.
✫ She trips all the time in that land of yours. She scrapes herself, gets leaves caught in her hair, and falls into spits of mud.
✫ ^ You have given up trying to catch her. You just watch her fall.
✫ She doesn't see you as something dangerous, and you found that out rather quickly. She always blushes when you look at her too deeply, and she stumbles whenever she refers to the things she feels about you. It's odd to be treated with such a care.
✫ You hardly get hurt so she hardly has to treat you, but still, she carries all of her instruments in her bag. She likes the thought of being the stronger person, especially considering you're the most dangerous one.
✫ You're an entity yet she gets to take care of you.
✫ It's like her dream come true.
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Kazuichi Souda
✫ He is incredibly nervous when it comes to having to be to your assistance. He considers you something above him, so when he sees you sprawled out on the dirt, breathing slowly and eyes closed, his mind starts to race. What is there to do? He can't pick you up and drag you back into his home - he can't even do it if he tried. He thinks about running home and finding something. It reminds him of when he was just beginning to work on his self-driving motorcycle, and after awhile of fucking with the mechanics, to test if it would work he would grab the handles and run down the road, giving it energy before letting it go. He would be running too fast to stop immediately, and he'd be running alongside the bike, his lungs burning and his mouth open. Can he run like that again?
"H-Hey." His shaky hands travel your form, trying to find the source of the bleeding. He is too scared to touch you. He hovers like a ghost. "I'm here."
You can hear him but you can't find it within yourself to respond, instead you just wave a hand, putting in minimal effort to move. You can feel his eyes on you, the blanket he pulled from the house brushes against your cold flesh. Just get it over with, you think. Another part of you is curious - what is he going to do? How does he expect to treat a monster like yourself?
He presses his lips to the base of your skull. "You'll be okay."
Those are lines he's heard in movies, comforting things he knows he is supposed to say. You're not something that watches movies, and you're not something that even vaguely consumes media, so these are the words of an angel to you.
I'm going to be okay, you think. I'm going to be okay.
✫ He honestly has no idea what to use, he just knows that you're supposed to press something to the bleeding or whatever. He is too panicked to even think to look it up - he doesn't have time for that!
✫ His main goal is to try and use his words to make you feel better.
✫ He never realized how useless he can be in situations like this - of course he had a clue, but actually being there is so...
✫ He is neither good with his words nor steady enough to be good at his hands beyond repairing and upgrading machinery, and you are not a machine, far from it, which makes this ten times worse.
✫ The way he goes about it is just supporting you as you heal in a natural way.
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Gundham Tanaka
✫ Even though he would never think of you like this directly, he cannot deny the fact that you are more animal than human. This has its benefits as well as its flaws. Truthfully, it helps him understand you better, yet at the same time it puts errors in the two of you's levels of communication. Some of the things you do radiant beast - the way your head cocks when you hear a sound, or the way you press your head closer to him when you want affection. He doesn't hang around humans, not too much, so he is personally unsure as to if this is something humans usually do. He heals you as if you were an animal.
He's calm as he does it as well. His hands do not waver, his eyes do not wander. You cannot determine if he thinks of you as his patient. Under the heavy bleeding and the lax muscles, he presses his shirt against the wound. His jacket is tossed, resting beside him, as he sits shirtless in the nights air.
It's the sound of your breaths, that's all that is there.
He tries to sit you up, but it all depends on your compliance. He's strong enough to rest your upper half on his body if he stands up tall enough.
He doesn't say a word. His lips are tight and his neck is stiff. His mind is too busy. You're going to live, he knows that much. You are the strongest creature he's ever encountered, both emotionally and physically. You're going to live.
✫ Imma be real I don't think he even knew you could bleed.
✫ He is definitely taking mental note in his head about how long it takes you to heal and such.
✫ He holds your hand: your big, bloodied hand. The wet blood seeps into the folds of his palm. He doesn't mind, he doesn't even wipe it away.
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Shinguuji Korekiyo
✫ Your homely seclusion in the forest is a 43 minutes drive away from his ward. He has no problem traveling all that way, especially when it's to see you, but he does have a problem with the idea of driving all the way back just to get you somewhere safe. He didn't bring anything helpful with him, why would he? To him, you are this supernatural entity that can have no harm inflicted on it. Why, then, why are you laying in the dirt in a puddle of your own blood. There's a hospital just 14 minutes away. Maybe he can get some help, but what a stupid idea that is, as there is nobody except him that can help you.
He tries to communicate with you. "Where is it coming from?" He asks. You have to form words, you know it's the only way he can come up with a solution. He will not assume what is wrong nor assume the way you want him to fix it.
You have no issue with talking to him anyway. You love it when he acknowledges you.
He checks you gums, checks what color they are. "You're okay," he says in a bit of an off-put tone (does he truly believe what he is saying?).
What he does is try to clean you up. He grabs something and tries to wipe the blood away, will this make you more comfortable?
His bare hand runs up and down your chest, the bandages around his hands long discarded, as he tries to soothe you. "You're going to heal from this in a very quick manner, I can sense it already. The energy you contain goes beyond any pain you may be feeling."
You just hum, placing your head upon some leaves, basking in the feeling of his flesh.
✫ It's the trick of the light, it must be. You do heal rather fast, he knew it, he knew it would be true.
✫ You pass his expectations seemingly every time he sees you.
✫ He stays with you that entire night, by the way. He stays with you and makes sure you're fine.
✫ Even when the moon raises and he can't even see his own hands, he stays there with you. Whatever animal is out there, they must fear your presence, weak or otherwise.
✫ He hums songs to you as he waits for your strength to return.
✫ You truly have never felt more at peace then there with him.
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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
✫ There are forests all around city, and at this point, he can navigate them all. He recognizes the claw marks that you leave around when you walk, he recognizes your footsteps and your stench. What he doesn't recognize is the blood trail. A wild animal you killed? No, you never drag it away, you eat it where it lay. When he discovers your body, warm and still, he feels the most powerful wave of emotions come over him.
His hands start to tremble and his body starts to shake. He speaks out loud, whispering small no's to himself, his hands too scared to even touch you. Will trying to help just make it worse? What if he's the thing that ends up killing you? His breaths are fast and bothered.
"H-Hey now," he tries to speak. "Please talk to me."
It takes a second before your eyes even open. He doesn't notice, he is facing your back, and you wait before you even announce your conscious state. You like hearing him beg.
He notices the twitch of your finger, and immediately he sniffs and wipes his nose on his sleeve.
You turn your head. "You're crying."
The blood still pours from your body - it doesn't stop but you stop feeling it.
"Because I was so... fucking scared," his face is extremely red.
You put your claw to his cheek, touching the wetness, acting surprised as you lean closer to him. Every movement hurts but you deal with it just for him security.
✫ He worries so much about you. You live in a more dangerous lifestyle than he does. One day he can go into the woods to find you and you'll be gone forever - and he'll never know what happened.
✫ It's something he fears.
✫ So when he walked into the depths to find you alone in your own blood, he thought his life was over, he thought this would be it.
✫ He can't stand the thought of being away from you.
✫ He wants to protect you more than anything, though he recognizes that you will always be the one protecting him, even if you're bloodied and weak.
#mikan tsumiki x reader#monster lover#monster s/o#kazuichi souda x reader#kazuichi soda x reader#gundham tanaka#korekiyo shinguji x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader
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coulddddd we have a rundown of the habitants of the ranch?
Well I'm not sure about every single being who makes this (cosmic nightmare) house a home
But I'm sure we can give you a good rundown!(also PSA this account does deal with unreality so if that kind of thing messes with you be careful)
First up is the Ranch itself! A mimic in its final stage of life! They normally become dungeons or haunted houses but this lovely guy had the (mis)fortune to become a familiar with Moon in around the 1700's I'm pretty sure. And as a fully adult mimic it spawns thousands of baby mimics which end up replacing our furniture and the like.
EREN INTERJECTION i’m eren, OR RIJU, a shapeshifter. i just live here idk. i have a friend who’s a burmese python but he doenst live here. uhmm yeah idk i just eat the food in the fridge and sometimes i’ll throw bits of my fresh kills in there too. idk uhmm yeah im friends w everyone here except for like. FD maybe?? but he doesnt live here i dont think….
tbh i dont really keep up with who comes in and who doesnt HAHA im usually in my room playing with bones or reading when im here at the ranch
Twi interjection! I'm Twilight (or just Marth) i'm just kind of here, and if i'm not, i'm tending to my acnh island Tabantha. (Also this account is being shared between 15 or less people, some are more active than others and their individual accounts are being followed by this one)
Is it really an interjection if everybody’s doing it when nobody else is typing? Who knows! I’m Vivian, local semi-moth humanoid and god/dess of the Lost and the Traveling on occasion. Unlike most local chumps deities, I am a multiversal being, which means I am THE deus ex machina in any given situation, and like to Borrow from other universes. cough cough: ner beskar’gam. Also, I have a sapient AI living in “my” spaceship (which is legally his, don’t tell xem), just for funsies
This is Sky now. I'm not really supposed to be in this galaxy, I crash landed in the front yard on one of my spaceships. I tried apologizing to the landlord but we ended up throwing hands, not my fault. Eventually I stayed at the Ranch tho. Hobbies: leading prison breaks, motorcycle rides, eating lightbulbs for the sake of trolling, antagonizing gods, blasting my friends into space. Ended up adopting a demon cat guy. (Vivian note: this is not the catboy incubus. This is a different demon cat guy) (Sky note: Yeah, my boy is the cat butler, the other catboy is a pain in my ass) (Vivian again: and a pleasure in mine)
This is Luna! I am the goddess of horses and all things related. I spend most of my time as a horse (sometimes a centaur) AND I AM NOT A CHUMP VIVI! anyway I used to run an empire ages ago before it was destroyed, and I got sealed away. I have Twi to thank for breaking my seal! Nowadays I'm restarting my cult (its horse girls mostly rn) and fixing horse races. If you ever see a horse say hello it might be me.
Heyo! I'm saria, local milf. I have deer antlers because some grass god decided it'd be cool to mix the local humans with deer. (to be fair, he was right.) I'm mostly human, though. I stream bloodborne because that game reminds me of my found family and my village. I'm still piecing together what happened to my people, but for now I bake, garden, and play my silly little video game. catch me having tea with a succubus and a doll on tuesdays and shopping with a horse on thursdays.
Hi! I'm Wild! I was Moons first kid after my dog and I accidently ended up in this world, escaped jail, and hid in her man eating garden. Most of the time, I sail the seas of my home world and have the best adventures with the greatest pirate crew u could ever imagine. But, I do come visit home from time to time, too, thanks to my crystal that lets me travel through time and space. Somebody's gotta bedazzle FD's tools and give Moon a headache, ya kno?
Yormp here! I’m not totally sure who I am, I’m working on it. Moon says I’m a creature of my own choice, but I’m not too sure about that. Before I was an omen of war, and my friends called themselves pestilence, conquest, and death. Then I died, some time passed, I don’t remember it all, got cursed to be an otter for a bit, and met Moon. Now? I’m just going to college. Learning a little. If I really do get to choose, I think I’ll choose not to be War reborn this time.
Oh… and uhh. Goose.
Hmmm? OH it's my turn! Hey hey hey! I am (the) Sun Sun Sun and when you're with me everything is fun fun fun!. I'm Moon's counter part. We share a body, we share a mind, we are the same person, but not quite! Much like Moon I am also a clown, but instead of resembling a porcelain doll I have the body of a goat (sorta)! You can think of me as Moon's opposite! We may not agree on much, but we do hold our family very dear to us! I'm also referred to as a father and much like Moon, I don't mind what I'm called! Speaking of Moon, she wants her turn to speak now!
Hello, dearest traveler,
It seems you have found our home. I'm (the) Moon. I am the one that eats many gods in this world. But do not worry, it is strictly business. As of this moment, I have taken the form of a porcelain clown. This body was provided to me by a dear friend. I am also referred to as the father of many Ranch residents. Though I am called a father, and might be referred to as Mr. Vilon, I do not care much for what I am referred to as. Most use she/her.
[Psst. Moon. Don't forget to tell them some house rules!]
Ah yes... While you are here traveler, be sure keep some things in mind:
- Mind your teeth and your belongings, else they might be stolen
- Remember to keep your feet off the grass. The plants get hungry after a certain time.
- Not everything is what it seems. I'm sure you will become familiar with our mimics both big and small.
- Do not assume a door, hallway, or stairwell will take you to the same place twice.
- The void will always listen to your troubles.
- Do not pet the cats. Some are... not the kind that you want the attention of. Or maybe they are. That's up to you.
- And most importantly, remember, that sometimes, it is better to stay lost than to be found.
Enjoy your visit,
The Vilons
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PSA.
Please, even if I reach out to you with the interests of shipping, if you don't want to ship, tell me. It won't hurt my feelings. Everyone has preferences and I understand it applies to ships. However, to avoid communication and confrontation up front and choosing to call Cal unattractive again and again isn't cool. Even if it's IC, your feelings show through actions and words. Cal is a muse I love dearly so being constantly reminded that, to this person, he isn't good looking wore me down.
Yes, everyone is entitled to formulate their own opinions on what determines physical attraction. But I ask you to at least tell me you're not interested in shipping with me if you don't find Cal attractive. Your comfort matters as much as mine does. Just talk with me and I will understand. I can't read minds.
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Us against the World
Summary: It’s one of those days where everything feels utterly hopeless. Joel reminds you that you’re not alone.
Disclaimer: Set post-outbreak, before the show starts.
Warnings: Talk of depression, hopelessness, reference to suicidal talk but not explicit
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Safe-house. Safe-house. Safe-house.
You repeat those words like a chant, a mantra, in your head as you keep on forcing your feet along the dirt and pebble-filled path. A couple days ago, you and Joe had found a miraculously abandoned building that seemed like it used to be a Firefly safe-house. There wasn’t any electricity, but there was some water and heat. You had gone on a simple supply run only to be ambushed by FEDRA officers. Now — you were going home.
You weren’t foolish enough to think of the safe-house as home. No — you and Joel would be moving on in a few days, probably. So when you said home, you meant him. The love of your life. Your reason for living: Joel Miller himself.
You manage to smile at the thought of him and that allows you to go a little faster. When you finally look up to see the rusted door, you nearly collapse in relief right then and there.
Stumbling against the door, you have just enough strength to do the rhythmic knock that you had decided upon with Joel as your signal. Then, you simply rest, limp until he opens the door and you quite literally fall into his arms.
“Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Joel mutters as he quickly reacts and tries to catch you. You can hardly support your own weight at this point and can only flail in his arms. Your legs fail you as Joel’s arms wrap around your torso — him having to essentially drag you inside until he can set you down on the wood floor as gently as possible. His heart is pounding with alarm and concern, but he tries not to let that overwhelm him. First and foremost, you have to be stable.
“Stay here,” he grunts, wasting no time in stepping over you to close the door and lock it. Once he is sure it’s secure, he turns back around, only to see you curled up on your side.
“Y/N!” He yells, dropping to his knees and pulling you close. His eyes scan you over for injuries and he doesn’t like what he finds: multiple bruises and open wounds. Your knee is bent in a way it definitely shouldn’t be and the most concerning wound is a gash reaching from your stomach all the way to your hip.
He scoops you up in his arms, trying not to worry even more at your limp-ness and the way your head just rolls against him like a rag doll. He carries you to the tattered couch and sets you down, leaving for a second to grab the med-kit which thankfully wasn’t far. It was by no means enough, but he’ll make it work. He always does.
“What the hell happened?” Joel grumbles, anger seeping through his tone — but not at you, never at you, just at this goddamned world. It would never stop finding ways to hurt the two of you, would it? He makes quick work of assessing the med kit but when you don’t answer, a glance your way made him feel like he’ll explode.
You’re barely conscious. The only indication of it is that your eyes aren’t fully closed, but not fully open either. He can still see how dazed you were, staring off into space and showing no sign that you had heard, much less understood, him.
Don’t push it, he tells himself. It takes all his will to follow his own words. He gets to work, first cleaning up the big gash. But you quickly begin to flinch and whine at how it stung and hearing that, seeing it, brings out a softer side to him that he only shows to the people that he cherishes.
“Shh, honey, shh,” he soothes. trying to continue to work but he soon realizes that it isn’t working when you begin kicking, and then cry out when it aggravates the pain in your knee. Joel sighs, the guilt raining inside him. “Baby, please.”
He knows he’ll have to hold you down somehow if you don’t stop soon. In his head, he’s willing for you to break through the pain and exhaustion that’s clouding your judgement and realize that he needs to do this. But you don’t, and honestly, he can’t blame you. He can’t imagine what happened — he doesn’t really want to. And if he can’t stomach it, how are you doing it?
You twist and turn — nearly hitting Joel. He has to almost manhandle you, pulling your legs into his lap and being mindful of your knee as he pins down your legs with one of his own over yours. You squirm. but don’t seem to have the energy to fight him. He gently keeps you against the couch with his right arm and with his left, is able to clean the wound. Then, he stitches it and finally bandages it up. When that’s finished, he turns his attention to your knee and mutters curses.
It’s definitely dislocated, which means he’ll need to set it. Taking a second to look at your face, already scrunched up as if some part of you knows what’s about to happen, he whispers, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He gently pressed his hands to your knee and quickly sets it.
You quickly shoot up with a strangled yelp, tears springing to your eyes. Joel moves to sit down on the couch and pulls you into his lap, holding you and allowing you to cry and let it all out. You don’t cry often, so he knows that something’s really wrong, and it almost makes him cry but he closes his eyes and peppers you with kisses.
It takes a while, but eventually you calm down enough to be able to talk. “Joel, I can’t—I can’t—” you pause, struggling to breathe for a second. You sniffle and Joel waits patiently for you to swallow and continue. “I’m so tired of this.”
Unfortunately, Joel knows exactly what you’re talking about. The two of you have had moments like this before, you’ve had conversations about it — the moments of depression, where it all feels hopeless and pointless and you start wondering what you’re even doing. But it’s never gotten as bad or as overwhelming like this, not when one of you is injured. Joel doesn’t know what happened, but he can tell that it was all too much.
You press your head against Joel’s chest, tired. It takes a few more minutes for you to begin telling your tale. “It was those stupid FEDRA officers,” you say, venom lacing your words. Joel bites his lip — that’s what he suspected when he saw your injuries. They weren’t made by any of the infected and you didn’t usually get into fights. “They started to question me, thought I was stealing. I didn’t get the supplies, I’m so sorry.”
A fresh round of tears spill. You hide your face in Joel’s shirt. “I’m sorry,” you whimper, shaking. Joel holds you closer, pressing a kiss to your head and resting his chin on your head after.
“It’s not your fault,” he assures you. He doesn’t say he’s not mad, because that would be a lie. Once again — not mad at you. He’s mad at FEDRA, at the entire goddamned world.
You quiet down and continue. “They roughed me up real good. Even tased me. The only reason I got away is cause a couple of the infected came out of nowhere. One tackled me to the ground, FEDRA shot ‘em and I ran away while they handled the other ones. I made it all the way here but when I woke up . . . It’s all getting to be too much. It’s so much. I’m so tired of this. All the running, the hiding, the crappy food and the crappy water and the constant fear.” You begin sniffling and Joel wipes your tears, nodding.
He doesn’t say anything for a bit. At first, he doesn’t have anything to say because you’re right. It’s not fair. You shouldn’t have to live like this. No one should. And you both know it won’t stop anytime soon — it might not ever stop.
He wants to have the right words to say, but he’s just not that kind of guy. For you, though, he’ll try. He hates subjecting you to silence, but as his mind conjures up words, he tries to believe that they’re not sappy or poetry. “It’s us against the world, sweetheart,” is what he finally lands on. “And I know sometimes it doesn’t feel worth it, but I refuse to give up if I still have you. I’ll do this every day until I die just to see you smile, just to hold you and kiss you, just to hug you. You’re what keeps me going. You’re worth it.”
You take some shaky breaths, leaning into him. “You know the same goes for you, babe. It’s just—it’s so hard sometimes . . .” You trail off.
He nods. He knows. “I can’t believe I’m the one saying this — but you gotta have some hope. That we’ll survive and we’ll be happy and the Fireflies will kick FEDRA’s ass and someday, we’ll start to rebuild things. We’ll be apart of history. There will be a future,” he says.
You sigh. It’s a long sigh. “You know as well as I do that there’s a pretty good chance that stuff will never happen,” you point out, tone dull. Any other day, you’d be the one telling Joel all the things he’s telling you but it’s too much right now.
That breaks Joel’s heart. It’s like the two of you have completely switched roles. He’s not good at expressing it, but he needs you. He loves you.
“I love you.”
“I know,” you say softly.
“No, I don’t think you do. I love you. So much. More than anything in the world. I know you know but you gotta really know, let your brain fully get it. I love you.”
You blink, truly thinking about it. Remembering your times with him. How he makes you smile and laugh and forget about all the chaos around. It’s enough to give you a little hope. His love is enough. To convince you that you guys can do this. And you can be happy, too. Together.
“And we’ve known that things are shit for years now and you haven’t stopped. Even before you had me and I had you, you did it. You survived. So you’re not gonna stop now. I know you’re not saying fuck it all or anything, I know you need to get it out — so do it, cry. I’ll hold you. But I want you to know that I’m not giving up on you. I’m not giving up on anything while I have you,” Joel continues, letting his heart pour out for once.
You sit up and twist around in his arms, heart thumping wildly in your chest. “You’re not just saying this to make me feel better?” You asked, hoping and praying that that wasn’t the case.
He stares into your eyes, cupping your face in his hands. “No, darling. I really fucking love you and you know what, now’s as good as time as any to remind you of that,” he said. He has trouble saying it as often as he wants to, but he’s saying it now. He’ll say it everyday.
A grin breaks out on your face. He’s right — it doesn’t make everything better. But it’s a start. And it definitely made you listen. His words seep into your skin, start to heal your invisible wounds. He’s right. He’s got you and you’ve got him. It’s the two of you against the world, and that’s enough. “I really fucking love you, too,” you say, and with that you’re leaning in to kiss him.
The kiss is sweet and calm, but the passion is there. When you pull apart, you’re leaning into his chest, your eyes starting to droop. Joel looks down at you and laughs. “You’re really cute, honey, you know that?” He teases.
“Stop,” you whine, lightly hitting his chest which only makes him laugh more. You and he are well aware of how much he loves to tease you and see you blush, which he is convinced is adorable.
“Aww, that’s too much for you?” He teases even more. He can’t help it.
You groan and shut your eyes, which makes him shift you a little bit. “C’mon, let’s go take a shower,” Joel says, swinging his legs down.
You groan again. “I can’t even stand, J,” you remind him with a small huff annoyance that yes, Joel finds so cute (sometimes he starts small arguments just to see you get a little frustrated).
“I’ll help you,” he says. Before you can answer, he’s lifting you up with the gentlest touch he’s used in decades. You let him, because you know you need it. He tucks your legs around his waist and your arms loop around his neck.
Joel carries you to the bathroom and sets you down on the counter. He turns on the shower, getting it to the best temperature he can before helping you out of your clothes and changing into just a pair of shorts himself. Joel picks you up again, helping you into the shower. You let out a breath as the warm water hits you, Joel allowing you to lean against him and get the weight off your leg that has the dislocated knee.
After simply standing in the water for a few minutes and holding each other, Joel props you up against the wall. He grabs some soap but you let out a whine. “I can do it myself,” you mumble, reaching out your arm limply for the soap.
Joel can’t help but let out a small chuckle. You’re half asleep as it is and he honestly thinks that it’s adorable that you’re still trying to be independent. “Let me help you. I want to,” he says.
You pout at him, but ultimately give in with a nod. You have to admit, you like when he takes care of you, and you have a feeling he knows that, too. Joel helps you wash yourself and then washes your hair for you. At the feeling of his fingers in your hair, that nearly sent you to sleep. By the time he was done, you were leaning heavily against him, Joel supporting your weight.
He sets you down on the floor of the shower while he steps away to turn off the water. Then, he ties a towel around himself before grabbing one and wrapping it around you. As he helps you stand up, you can’t help but wonder what life would be like with Joel before the outbreak. What life would be like while things are normal. Perhaps this was a little glimpse into that alternate world. A peek.
Joel’s arm is wrapped around you as he leads you into the bedroom, helping you into bed. You roll over, intent on just falling asleep, but Joel returns a moment later. You must’ve dozed off for a bit, because now he’s dressed and holding out some clothes for you. You go to whine at not being allowed to sleep yet, but stop when you spot that Joel brought you his clothes. He wears a knowing smirk when you shut your mouth.
Joel helps you put the clothes on and then climbs into bed beside you. He pulls you close to him and you smile, liking that he’s initiating it. The bed isn’t too comfortable but it’s okay, because you’d rather be in his arms. You’re not quite sure when you fall asleep but when Joel sees that you have, his smile just grows bigger. He kisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair, watching over you until he falls asleep, too.
And just like that, things feel like they’re getting a little better.
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some One Piece Hcs of mine part 1
some of these are based on others head canons.
post-wano Luffy has white in his hair and I don't mean oh it turned a bit gray no I mean like whole streaks of pure white. this could be caused by his awakening pushing his more nika traits to the surface or because he fucking died and put his body under an crazy amount of stress. maybe a bit of both but I think it would be cool for him to have another visual que of his progress like his big x scar marked a pretty monumental moment for him and the growth he went through because of it.
1.2 I like to think that Luffy has had a bit of red in his eyes that only really shows when his emotions are high this means any emotion not just anger so yeah also its even more noticeable when the sun hits them because duh sun god shit.
1.3 jumping off the white hair bit I think it would be cute for lawlu artists to use that concept because I've seen a lot of art with Law having little patches from amber lead on him and i just think it would be visually appealing even in a platonic way for one its a reminder of the worst time in his life the other a symbol of triumph and rebirth.
2 Ace isn't the biggest fan of spicey food like he still its eat if its there but not something he actively seeks out IDK I just thought it would be funny to have the fire guy not like spicy food.
3 the real reason the WG didn't go apeshit the moment they noticed Luffy had the gomu gomu no mi which lets be real was likely very on, was because it was easier to let him have it so they could keep track of it because its implied that the dam thing kept vanishing every time they tried to get it so they chose to wait not thinking Luffy would be able to awaken it. that untill wano when they realized that he was close to awakening it so the kill order was given welp sucks to be them that just made it worse. XD
4. Nami has a fund set aside purely for sun screen girls a red head out on the open sea she's gotta be using crap ton and she and chopper have to remind everyone to were some. psa of day guys protected yourselves from UV rays doesn't matter what race you over exposer can still lead to skin cancer so be safe.
4.1 quick tip for artists regarding Nami if your going to give her freckles think about where the suns hitting the the most Ive seen some art that just slathers them on across her entire body with zero variation and its like that's not it works. its just a nick pick of mine, I've seen a lot of artist try to give redhead anime characters freckles and does this and as a red head with freckles it just feels looks really off.
5. Izo is the shipper of the whitebeards that man has eye for "esthetic" so you bet he's over in the corner looking at people 'bout ready to play matchmaker. he will also be super supportive if it doesn't pan out well cause he's like that.
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The Buffy re-watch: S1E6 (part 1)
The Pack
Let's do this.
We begin with a school trip to the zoo. Does anyone miss school trips? I never went anywhere fun for mine, for some reason my high school only really started to to do school trips after I left, which sucks. And the only trip I went on when at Uni was to London to go see Parliament (it was a requirement for first year journalism students).
And introducing your classic high school bullies. Bullies can go fuck themselves, we don't tolerate that here.
Why is the Principal on the school trip? Is that a thing? I wouldn't know since the guy who was the principal at my school when I was there was embroiled in a scandal that got him fired.
Sketchy zookeeper giving out hyena facts that will surely be used later in the episode.
Those hyena puppets are bad. There's no way to sugar coat it. They are terrible. I get it is a small budget show, mid season replacement, but could have tried a bit harder.
Animal possession. Oh the joy. And it got Xander too. This isn't going to go well.
Trip over, to the Bronze we go, where Willow notices Buffy jonesing for Angel.
I still want the leather jacket Buffy wears.
Fight training, a reminded to Giles that he needs better pads to protect his body.
Okay, did schools really have live animals as mascots? Do they still? How do they afford it? Animals are expensive. If you can't afford to look after an animal, don't get one.
This is one of the few times I relate to Xander. I suck at maths too.
Don't scare the pig. He does look like a Herbert, he's cute.
Ah dodgeball. You must remember the 5 Ds of dodgeball: dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge. Man, that was an odd film but had a good cast, including Alan Tudyk who plays Wash in Firefly and Serenity (RIP Wash) and also Alpha in Dollhouse.
In theory, Buffy should be good at sports, right? So her being the last one in dodgeball makes sense. But poor Willow and Lance.
They ate the pig! It was alive and they ate it! It would have been scared and screaming and they ate it. Quick PSA: please properly cook any meat you intend to eat to avoid any illnesses and parasites.
Part 2 tomorrow where I will have much to say about a certain part that concerns Buffy and Xander.
#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy summers#rupert giles#willow rosenberg#xander harris#buffy rewatch#tv show thoughts
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PSA: waffles make birds feral... apparently 😂😂😂😭
My parakeet, Nugget, decided to help himself to my waffles this morning the preceeded to squeak indignantly as I tried to gently remind him they were mine. Then- he had the audacity to bite me.
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