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fellthemarvelous · 4 months

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Holy forking shirtballs

I'm choosing violence today. I started this on Twitter, but I'm going to finish my thoughts here like I always do.

But what really blows my mind the most is the way that people look at Aziraphale's "choice" at the end, as if he had one to fucking begin with.

I'm sorry, but Aziraphale knows how messed up Heaven is. He told The Metatron, more than once, that he did not want to go back to Heaven! We can debate what each of us means by "choice" all night because my "choice" and your "choice" might be two different concepts. He could have been strong armed by The Metatron or he could have looked at where things were headed and realized he had no choice but to intervene himself.

You need to ask yourself what Aziraphale has a moral imperative to do.

What do we owe to each other?

Seriously, if you have not watched The Good Place, I recommend you go and watch it, because it absolutely shaped how I've viewed Good Omens 2 since its release.

My levels of frustration with the bad faith mischaracterizations of Aziraphale are off the charts. If you are blaming him for everything, implying that he should have to grovel and that Crowley has a right to hurt him back, you have missed the point of Good Omens entirely.

I defend Aziraphale, but I don't think one of them is more right or wrong than the other. They're equals. They're a group of the two of them, acting and reacting to each other throughout history. They're Alpha Centauri.

I cannot even begin to explain how fucking devastated I felt when Crowley said these words, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. What he said took a lot of courage because he's finally admitting something they've both been too scared to publicly define for 6,000 years. Crowley has had to spend so long with a rough outer shell because he fell and had to hide all of his softness.

The look on his face was one of pure joy when he created that nebula, but I think the fact that he got to share that moment with Aziraphale is what has always stuck with him.

So yeah, seeing Crowley with a broken heart at the end of "Every Day" was sad for me as well.

My brain still lives here!!

But Neil has said that Good Omens 3 is not quiet, gentle, or romantic. I imagine it's going to be more like the the first season in which they are not central to the plot. GO2 will help us make sense of how they ended up where they are when we see the bigger picture with all the other major players involved with GO3.

Aziraphale was still a soldier and accidentally got himself discorporated in his own magic circle in season one. He had a platoon waiting on him to start Armageddon, and he deserted them to go save the world with Crowley instead. Aziraphale is a deserter. I need everyone to remember that. He yeeted himself out of Heaven and sought out Crowley before even locating a body just to warn him about what was happening so they could try to save the world together.

I can't help but think of 1941 and that magician who had been arrested for being a deserter.

Aziraphale disobeyed orders. That took courage but it branded him as a traitor against Heaven. They tried to destroy him for it the same way Hell tried to destroy Crowley for his part in stopping the war.

Aziraphale and Job are the only characters we have seen interacting with God directly. Aziraphale has spoken to God before and he is determined to do so again.

Aziraphale knows Heaven is flawed, but he also knows it's supposed to be good. He wants it to be good. He does not like the way the system works and he wants to make a difference. (And I'm pretty sure he's also determined to talk to God without being intercepted by The Metatron.)

Since when is that a bad thing? I don't get it. And I've had this discussion before.

If you need to change the system by burning the old one to the ground, it's still change, and we don't know what Aziraphale has planned.

It seems to me that people just want to see Aziraphale fail because it would punish him for returning to Heaven instead of running off with Crowley.

Some of y'all take everything Aziraphale says or does and twist those things into malicious anti-Crowley actions because you think the only reason Aziraphale exists is to make Crowley happy, and if he isn't thinking only about Crowley then he's doing something wrong.

Aziraphale does not exist as a plot device to further Crowley's character. They come as a pair. They've been learning from each other for 6,000 years. Crowley challenges Aziraphale just as much as Aziraphale challenges him.

You can be mad at Aziraphale all you want, but villainizing him is gross. Defending Crowley does not mean you have to tear down and mischaracterize Aziraphale anymore than defending Aziraphale means you have to tear down Crowley (but I don't see that happen on nearly the same level it happens to Aziraphale). Stop painting Aziraphale as an abusive partner, for fuck sake.

Aziraphale knows there are flaws in the system. He wants to make a difference, and since he has seen that Gabriel can change, then maybe the whole system can. He has to at least try, and if he can succeed then maybe he and Crowley can stop hiding and finally be together without having to look over their shoulders all the time.

Why is that a bad thing? He's just as protective of Crowley as Crowley is of him!

But don't forget that Aziraphale's wing was covering Adam and Eve too. As much as a wants to protect Crowley, he has a moral imperative to keep humanity safe as well.

He sent Adam and Eve into the unknown with a flaming sword so they could protect themselves.

As much as he wants to be with Crowley, there are 8 billion people on Earth heading toward the Second Coming and Judgment Day. They'll work together to fight alongside humanity in the end. Aziraphale should not have to humiliate himself just to earn Crowley's forgiveness. That's a rancid notion.

The Resurrectionist was a whole ass moral dilemma for Aziraphale, which is why I brought up The Good Place earlier, but that's a post for a different time.

Aziraphale has his own motivations and they're just as important as Crowley's, and they don't have to be chalked up to Aziraphale being the bad guy. Weird, I know, but shades of grey.

"To the world."

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale defense squad #yeah i'm being bitchy #no i don't care if you're offended #no i'm not interested in your aziraphale hate #i'm not interested in hearing takes about aziraphale being toxic from people who can't even be objective #some of y'all need to watch the good place because you need a lesson in moral philosophy #we should be able to have discussions about the characters without gross takes calling aziraphale abusive #az and crowley approach everything from wildly different perspectives because of where they are #just admit y'all shit on az because he doesn't look or act like crowley #I'm so done with the shitty aziraphale takes #they aren't even interesting enough to debate #they're just annoying

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kangnina · 3 days

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Rich!Jungwon 7

Jungwon Masterlist

Now playing - Desire by ATEEZ; It's You by ATEEZ

Everyone was shocked by the sudden death of Jungwon’s father, including you. Although Jungwon didn’t say it, you know he regrets not having the opportunity to repair the rift between them. The funeral was suspiciously fast, small and private for a world renowned entrepreneur. But you kept that opinion to yourself, as it was already hard enough on Jungwon. He wasn’t given the time to properly mourn before he was catapulted into complete ownership of Yang International. Your mother-in-law tried her best to guide Jungwon based on what she knew about YI. Even she wasn’t prepared for how overwhelming her late husband’s job would be for her college aged son. There was little to nothing you could do to help. You offered words of encouragement. Yet ultimately, you decided to stay out of the way until the dust settled. Jungwon would be gone before you wake up and he’d come home after you were asleep. He often left gifts so that you’d know you were always on his mind. He would text you when he had a moment to breathe. But of course, you missed him. You missed how much simpler things were before you got married.

“Wow, I never thought I’d be allowed to set foot back in here. Or if I ever did, I thought I’d get a bullet in my ass,” Sunoo says, unpacking his grocery bags. “Geez, Sunoo. We’re not the mafia,” you laugh. You were bored and lonely so you called him over for dinner. “Are you sure?” He whispers to you after glancing over at Franklin who is on the phone, clearly giving someone a report of what you’re currently up to. You shrug. At this point, you don’t care. For weeks, your husband has been non-existent and you still don’t have a clue who is supposedly out to get you. Having the only friend you have left come over for dinner makes life not suck so much right now. Sunoo’s visit lifted your spirits for a few hours and you agreed to make it a regular weekly event.

But when night comes, you are in your giant bed, staring at the ceiling. ALONE, yet again. You wouldn’t have even known Jungwon came home except for the fact that he yelled your name like a madman when he walked through the front door just after midnight. It scared the shit out of you. Franklin helped him up the stairs. You meet them at the landing, apologizing to Franklin as you take a hold of him and usher him into your bedroom. You close the door and remove your robe. Jungwon falls back onto the bed, his face flushed. Ears red. Clearly drunk. As you try to pull off his shoes and socks, he rambles on about an ungrateful client he had to wine and dine to keep happy. You reach up to unbuckle his pants and he playfully growls, pulling you on top of him. “All work and no play! I miss my beautiful wife!” He’s grabbing your ass and kissing you as you try to get up and finish preparing him for bed. “Kiss me! I miss you. Don’t you still love me, Jagiya?” he whines, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Yes, I love you Jungwon,” you say softly, giving him a quick kiss to reassure him. His phone rings in his pants pocket. He grumbles while fumbling for it. Once he yanks it out, he yeets it somewhere in the room where it lands with a loud thud and then silence. “GOOD! I hope it’s broken. I fuckin' hate that thing. It never stops ringing. I can’t even take a fuckin' piss in peace,” he says, running his hands over his face. He is in rare form and you can’t help but laugh at his unfiltered state. Hearing your laughter, Jungwon smiles at you, once again grabbing your ass and grinding up against you. His voice is soft, almost a whisper: “Please Jagiya. I miss you so much. Your laugh. Your kisses. Your body. Please. Let me fuck you baby. Please.”

It’s been a while since you’ve heard him speak to you like this. Every time he does it – you’re immediately down bad. You know he’s drunk but it couldn’t hurt if he wants it just as badly as you do. You kiss him gently but he’s urgent and desperate. His wine flavored tongue eagerly plays with yours as you unbuckle his pants and reach into his briefs to stroke him. Jungwon closes his eyes and moans against your lips. He’s pent up and so are you. You both know it. When you pull away to remove your nightie and underwear, he clumsily pulls off his dress shirt over his head. He’s so cute fumbling with his pants. You giggle and he smiles. Dimples deep because it’s music to his ears. You help him pull off his underwear before climbing back on top of him, grinding your pussy against his hard cock making him moan as he sucks on your nipples. He gives one a gentle bite making you flinch and mewl. “Don’t tease me, Jagiya. I need to fuck you,” he grabs his cock and presses into you, lifting his hips. You both groan in unison as you sink deeper. You rest your hands on his pecs, forearms on his abs as you lift your hips up and down, riding him slowly. You love the feel of every inch in and out. You want to savor it and make love. But Jungwon is impatient and needy. He wants to hear you scream his name while he makes you lose your goddamn mind. He grabs your ass with both hands and puts his feet on the bed, bending his knees. Lifting his hips to fuck up into you. “Oh fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” The angle is so perfect it has you clinging to his shoulders, digging your nails into his hot flesh. Vibrating, on the verge of cumming in a few thrusts. He grins, watching you collapse on to him, your body shaking as your cream on his cock. Jungwon rubs small circles on your back as you catch your breath. “I love you,” you kiss him as you start to roll your hips again, still clenching around his thickness. “Mmm, I love my greedy little Jaigya,” he chuckles. You run your fingers up his neck and into his hair. “So greedy,” you look into his eyes as you rock your hips faster. “Ooh, baby I’m close,” he says, cock twitching and filling you up within a matter of seconds. You feel his abs tense beneath you as his pretty eyes squeeze shut but you keep going. “Mmm baby. Please.” he says, biting his lip. Your fingers grip a little tighter in his hair. You clench around his softening cock. “Jagiya, ah ah ah,” he hisses from the overstimulation. Jungwon opens his eyes, brows furrowed with an intense gaze burning into you as he smacks your ass, grabbing it hard, to hold you still. “Don’t be a bad girl.” You kiss him softly, whispering, “It’s been so long. I just want every single drop of you, Wonie.”

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 7 days

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S/O had a sibling reunion… S/O has been duck taped to the wall by their siblings - along with their siblings

S/O and their siblings don’t even remember how they got all of them on the wall

but all of them are cackling and wheezing from laughter as they are stuck to the wall

(main boys, please!)

Undertale Sans - What? You expected him to help? Nah. Instead, Sans taped double-sided adhesive on his jacket, and then he uses blue magic on himself to tape his body to the wall next to you. Looks like a good nap spot. Don't count on him for help. Ask Papyrus though, he would love to hear about what he's thinking of this.

Undertale Papyrus - He stares in disbelief. Why would you even... He doesn't want to know! Get off the wall this instant, he vacuumed the ceiling this morning! Papyrus then proceeds to defy gravity by flying to the ceiling to free you and your siblings like it's perfectly normal.

Underswap Sans - He grabs a broom and uses all of you as pinatas to help you get down. What? He can't really do anything else. In case you didn't notice: he's small. You escape your prison with a few bruises. You suspect he had fun hitting the crap out of you but with Blue, you can't prove anything.

Underswap Papyrus - He chuckles when he sees you, then takes a few pictures, then after teasing you for a good twenty minutes, he finally decides to help you with the only condition you tape him on the wall as a reward. He doesn't want to feel left out.

Underfell Sans - Hum... Let him think. He might let you out of here, but that won't be free. So what do you have to offer? You better be convincing or he's letting you there all night. You manage to obtain your freedom after losing 500 gold to improve his motorcycle and a three-hour planned cuddle session.

Underfell Papyrus - He's not amused. And you know what? Since you managed to tape yourself there, he'll sure you'll find a way to escape this situation by yourself. He waves at you and leaves. And he won't come back, have fun.

Horrortale Sans - He didn't see you at first and got jumpscare. After that, well, he's not happy. He's in a corner of the room, growling angrily at your siblings, and it seems he doesn't recognize you. He got spooked and his mind completely blocks the thought he knows you. That's great, now you have to wait for Willow to show up...

Horrortale Papyrus - He didn't see you either. You just watch as he frowns as a shoe suddenly appears in front of his eye sockets. He's so confused when he sees you there, at his height. But he quickly switches to stern mom mode. What do you think you're doing young people? You're going to be lectured about this, for very long minutes, before he accepts to free you once he's convinced you regret your actions. I hope you're a good comedian or you might stay there for a long time.

Swapfell Sans - He enters the room, looks at you eyes in eyes, sips on his tea for a long minute, looks at you again, turns around, and leaves. He doesn't care, find a way to get down by yourself he's not helping. It's only when you start to make ghost noises in the middle of the night as revenge that he accepts to free you. Well, to yeet you roughly on the couch is a more accurate description. Also, you're sleeping on the couch, he locked the door of the room. He's mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He chuckles evilly and you immediately know you're in trouble. You're in a vulnerable position, and Rus knows that. He accepts to free you only after you let him paint your and your siblings' faces. It's not up for discussion. You now all look like clowns... More or less, as Rus is terrible at drawing. He's very proud of himself though.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He gives you the look, the one insulting the entirety of humanity because humans are clearly primitive inferior creatures that lack basic intelligence skills. Then he sighs loudly and in his great kindness, decides to rescue you with his superior mind because it's very clear he has to do everything in this world. How can humans be that stupid? How could you survive for so long without the monsters to guide you? And that's at this precise moment that he notices Coffee, hanging out with all of you, smiling widely and waving at him. That's it. You're all in timeout.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Do him too! Do him too! He wants to be duct tape on the wall too! He's as excited as a child, and he's ecstatic once you accept him in your little hanging session. He never wants to get down! Too bad Wine will eventually come to ruin the fun. He's sad when he's forced to get down :(

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 1 year

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✨More incorrect quotes for you smokin’ hot lovelies✨

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Loui, after getting hit with two back-to-back hurricanes: I think my guardian angel drinks.

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Connie: Define “dream”.  York: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.  Connie: That’s too dark!

Mass: No no, he’s correct-

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Gov: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking.  Florida, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

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Connie: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!  Mass: Killed without hesitation.

Connie: *is now having to accept the fact that all his younger siblings are all mentally ill and dead inside*

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Jersey: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.  Connie: That's deep.  York: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.  Connie: That's deeper.  Mass: ...You guys are idiots.

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Tex, tipsy and hasn’t slept in days: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-  Utah: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Florida, patting Tex on the back: I’m proud.

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Gov: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.  Mass: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.  Gov: You have to teach Florida how to read. Mass: ...put the band-aid back on.

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York: Never gonna make you cry!  Jersey: Never gonna say goodbye!  York: Never gonna tell a lie—  Mass: I will hurt you.

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Loui: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?  Mass,trying to be somewhat nice: Strong.  Jersey: Weak.  Tex: An idiot, is what your are.

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York: Ay Mass, can ya help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.  Mass, wearing a hoodie that's 3 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

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Gov, pointing to the wall: What color is this?  Jersey: Gray.  Tex: Grey.  Gov, turning to Loui: Now tell them what color you think it is.  Loui, in desperate need of sleep: *quietly* Dark white…..

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Utah, near tears: Please, Florida, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

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York: How would you like your coffee?  Florida : As dark as my soul.  York: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

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Loui, very hungover: I wasn’t that drunk.  Mass: You tried color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.  Loui, hugging him in a tight bear hug: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Mass: I’m quite the opposite actually!

Loui: Noooooo 🥺🥺🥺

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Tex: You want some leftovers?  Florida : What are those?  Tex: You've never had leftovers before?  Florida : No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

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Gov: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Connie: Where's Mass?  Gov: Don't worry, I'll find him.  Gov, shouting: New York sucks!  Mass, distantly: York is the best person ever! Fa(speaks Boston) you, only I can insult him! Gov: Found him.

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Gov: Wow, I really think I would’ve gotten along with young Jersey!  Jersey: I know. That’s why I decided to change everything about my life.

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York: What do we say when making bread?  Tex, glumly: That's the dough rising.

York: And what do we NOT say?  Loui, sadly: That's the yeast f(speaks New Orleans)in’….

Utah, from somewhere in the house: NUH UH THE CHILD IS NOT ALLOWED TO SWEAR!

Loui:…..Fu-

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Loui, after him and York ran into the people that bullied York for being skinny amongst other things: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

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#welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt massachusetts #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt texas #wttt gov #wttt florida #wttt new jersey #wttt california #wttt connecticut #wttt utah #ben brainard

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Reckless

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Rating: E (Smut, 18+)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex (protected), body insecurities, sexual dysfunction (trouble orgasming), Dave York being a fucking Menace, use of vibrators, fingering, cockwarming if you squint,

Summary: Letting a strange man buy you a drink isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through your reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him guide you to a quieter booth, sitting too close and talking in your ear, with one finger occasionally grazing your shoulder, just enough to cause you goosebumps. You especially wouldn’t invite said near-stranger back to your place after several more drinks and a surprisingly deep conversation about love and loss, but like you said–reckless.

A/N: Did I have an idea, create a word doc, write 3.5k, and then post in the same day? Yes, yes I did. This is basically “What if All the Time in the World, except with Dave York?” Partly inspired by @foli-vora ’s recent Dave fic, which made me feel feelings and I had to put those feelings somewhere, so here’s… some feelings. I apologize for any errors, this was written in 5 hours and yeeted into the world.

Masterlist

He’s different from anyone you’ve been with before.

That’s kind of the point–after your divorce, you feel reckless and impulsive. You want to do things that scare you.

Dave York scares you.

All you know about him is that he works for the Government; although in what capacity, he won’t say, and you don’t ask. The tone in which he forms the word–Government–gives you the feeling that he couldn’t tell you even if you had asked.

It’s rather cliche–you meet at a bar, both of you apparently drinking alone (another thing that used to scare you). You can’t keep your eyes off of the well-built, handsome stranger with a perfect cupid’s bow and piercing stare. Those dark eyes meet yours from across the bar top, and you know you’re already done for.

Letting a strange man buy you a drink isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through your reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him guide you to a quieter booth, sitting too close and talking in your ear, with one finger occasionally grazing your shoulder, just enough to cause you goosebumps. You especially wouldn’t invite said near-stranger back to your place after several more drinks and a surprisingly deep conversation about love and loss, but like you said–reckless.

Dave is intense; he consumes you. The moment the door latches behind you, he pulls you in close and kisses you. It’s been a long time since your last first kiss, and the novelty of it makes you gasp softly into his mouth. Dave doesn’t spend a long time tentatively exploring your lips. When your lips part, he’s there immediately, licking into your mouth, pressing his thumb against the hinge of your jaw to open you further. Dave takes. You don’t realize he’s pushing you backwards until your shoulders hit the wall with another little exhalation of pleasure. His hands grip your hips and your fingers dig into his chest, gripping the collar of his too-crisp dress shirt and causing it to wrinkle.

He’s moving too fast and you like that. You like that his fingers are already teasing the bare skin under the waistband of your pants. You like that his teeth are nipping at your lower lip with a dark chuckle. You like that you can feel his thick length pressing against you where you’re pinned to the wall. You like it when he finally breaks the kiss, his lips trailing across your jaw and over to the shell of your ear, where he husks, “Show me your bedroom, baby girl.”

Breathlessly, you do as Dave asks, walking the path from your hallway to your bedroom in a daze. Part of you is starting to question whether this is really a good idea, but then his hands are at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head, and you forget to ask yourself again.

“Beautiful,” Dave murmurs, and you blink up at him in surprise. He doesn’t seem like a particularly soft man, or an affectionate man, but his attention is overpowering, the way his gaze rakes over your chest with unabashed hunger.

In return, your hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, opening one, two, three, before Dave takes over, undoing the remaining four, and yanking the shirt out of his dress pants and over his shoulders before discarding it on your floor.

Your breath stutters as you look at him–his broad shoulders, thick chest, and slightly, deliciously soft belly. His physique clearly wasn’t earned at a gym, but with work, which makes you wonder again, in the back of your mind, what exactly this man does for the government. Whatever he does, it’s earned him a strong, but not overly-muscled chest and arms that have no business being that thick. You subconsciously lick your lips as Dave unbuckles his belt and undoes the button on his pants, and your eyes trace the little trail of hair down, down, down to the waistband of his underwear.

Dave sees you looking, and he smiles–a smug, self-satisfied quirk of his lips–before he suddenly kneels down in front of you and swiftly yanks your pants halfway down your legs, causing a startled yelp of surprise to fall from your lips.

“Shhh,” Dave teases, his smirk widening as he draws your pants down one leg, then the other, letting you step out of them. You feel a little awkward and ungainly standing before him in just your underwear, but all too soon he's pushing you back on the bed, covering your body with his and kissing you again.

Dave kisses a path down your body, interspersed with little nips of his teeth that make you squirm and whimper. When he reaches your underwear, he presses his nose to the fabric and inhales, and your eyes go wide as your lips part in silent surprise. Oh, he’s filthy. You’re questioning whether you may have bitten off more than you can chew with this man, but before he drags the fabric down your legs, those dark, intense eyes meet yours again.

“Yes or no, baby girl.”

The question (even though it’s not phrased as one) makes you feel more at-ease than you have all night. It’s been so long, and Dave can clearly sense your nerves, but his final check-in causes all the tension to seep out of your body. You can see it in his eyes–if you said ‘no’ in this moment, the man would stop, even though his eyes are dark with lust and his mouth is hovering just a hair’s breadth away from your pussy.

You feel no sense of apprehension when you answer, “Yes.”

Dave devours you. Your eyes flutter closed and your mouth opens again in a silent scream as he dives into your pussy like a man starved. He’s the perfect combination of rough and gentle, mixing little flicks of his tongue against your clit with long licks inside your cunt. His nose presses tantalizingly on your clit every time he does the latter, and you’d be self-conscious except he’s groaning as he eats you, his fingertips digging into your hips as he pulls you harder onto his face.

It feels incredible. It’s filthy and messy and depraved and you’ve never had anyone consume you so greedily. You can feel the wetness dripping out of you, the way your pussy clenches and your hips flex against him.

You’ll never be able to come like this, but it doesn’t matter–no one’s ever made you feel this good without a vibrator before and the fact that your body won’t cooperate during sex has never felt less important. Who cares? Dave is licking you as if he’ll never get enough and all you want is for this man–who still scares you a little–to put you on your knees and fuck you like a whore. If he fucks with even half of the enthusiasm with which he’s currently ravishing your pussy, you’re going to be screaming into the mattress for half the night, whether you come or not.

“D-Dave, fuck–” you gasp out. “Wow, you–you’re really–will you fuck me? I–I want you to fuck me.”

Dave pulls off of your clit with a wet pop, looking up at you with wide eyes and parted lips with the evidence of your desire shining all over them.

“Oh yeah?” Dave asks. “Insatiable girl,” he teases. “Good. I like that.”

He sits up on his knees and shucks his unbuttoned pants down his legs, along with his underwear. “Condom?”

Nodding, you reach over to your drawer and pull out the box that you’d recently purchased on a whim. It’s still unopened, something that makes Dave’s eyes glimmer with amusement as you hand it to him. You watch with your heart in your throat as he tears open the foil packet and rolls it onto his cock. Holding your gaze, he spits down on it, slicking his hand back and forth a few times to coat himself.

“Oh, shit,” you breathe. Yeah, you may have bitten off more than you can chew with Dave York, but you’re past the point of caring, now. You scramble up and turn around, getting on your knees and wiggling your hips playfully.

“Really?” Dave asks, his voice low and positively dripping with lust. “Mmm, I like a girl that knows what she wants. You want me to fuck you like this?”

At your frantic nod, Dave notches himself at your entrance. “Good,” he growls. “I want to watch you drooling on your sheets, drunk on my cock.”

You whine frantically as you feel Dave enter you, dragging slowly against your walls and making you feel every ridge before seating himself fully in you. When he starts to move–slowly, at first, then picking up speed–you cry out against the onslaught of his cock. Before long, you’re giving him exactly what he’d asked for–drooling and cock-drunk, your fingers clutching the sheets as he pounds into you.

“Fuck, you like this, huh?” Dave asks teasingly from behind you.

“Y-yes–” you cry out. “Yes, yeah–”

“Need it rough, just like this?”

“Please,” you answer, your voice breaking as Dave hits something devastating inside of you.

For not the first time, you really do wish you could come like this. It would probably feel so good, clenching around his cock while he drills into you. It’s just not something you’ve ever been able to do, and at this point in your life, you’ve pretty much made peace with it. Sex is still good–great, even, especially tonight–and fun, and you enjoy it. If Dave doesn’t stay (you don’t really expect him to), you’ll finish yourself off afterward (maybe a few times) with your vibrator to the memory of his cock inside you, and how utterly full you felt.

Dave’s hand reaches around to your clit, rubbing little circles around it. “Cum for me, baby girl, let me feel how tight this pretty pussy gets.”

You fake it.

The pleasure isn’t faked, not in the slightest–the way you scream and writhe for him, the way your hands grasp uselessly at the sheets as he hits the perfect spot over and over–none of that is an act. You feel incredible, Dave feels incredible, this is the best sex you’ve had in years.

You’re just… not coming. You can’t.

You purposefully clench around his cock a few times for effect. It’s not like Dave hasn’t earned this–with anyone else, he probably could have made them come three times already, the way this man fucks.

Dave stills inside you. At first, you assume he came too. You give him a happy, satisfied, “Oh, wow,” but when you turn to look back at him lazily, his eyes are sharp and assessing.

“You didn’t cum,” he says frankly.

Heart pounding, you argue back. “Yes I did.”

“No.” Dave answers, a crease forming between his eyebrows as his frown deepens. “No, you didn’t.”

You swallow. For a few moments, it’s an awkward standoff. Dave’s expression is somewhere between confused and offended, and you don’t really know what to say to make it better. When you bite your lower lip in worry, Dave’s confusion grows.

“Is there something wrong?”

You shake your head rapidly. “No! I mean–no. Nothing’s wrong, I just–um–” you trail off, not sure what to say to fix this moment.

“You faked it,” Dave murmurs. “Why?”

“I–I don’t know.” The little tingle of apprehension you’d felt for this man at the bar has returned: Dave York scares you a little.

“You don’t know,” Dave repeats. “You faked it, but you don’t know why. Did you think you needed to satisfy my ego, was that it?”

You panic, trying to backtrack. “No–I mean yes, but no! Hang on. It’s just that–I can’t.”

“You can’t.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t… cum?”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Dave nods slowly. “So you… faked it.”

“I was enjoying it, really I was,” you say truthfully. “I loved it, it’s not you, I’ve never been able to. Ever. I still like sex.”

Dave’s expression softens visibly; the little crease disappearing completely as he looks down at you. “Not even by yourself?” he asks. “With toys?”

“No, I can with those,” you nod. “I just can’t during sex.”

“So you can,” Dave says, arching one eyebrow.

“I mean… yes? But like I said, just by myself, and not during–”

“Has anyone ever really tried?”

“Sometimes,” you answer with a noncommittal shrug. “It’s just not worth it, it takes forever. There’s too much else going on during sex, it’s like I can’t concentrate.”

Dave’s lips curl into a small smile. It’s different from the ones you’ve seen so far. The smiles previously could all be classified as smirks. This one is fond, soft even. His amusement isn’t at your expense, it’s more as if he finds the entire situation… cute.

Dave slips from you, and a protest is immediately at your lips.

“Shit, I’m sorry, please–”

You think, for one horrifying moment, that Dave is going to pull on his clothes and leave. Instead, he opens your bedside table drawer and starts rifling through it.

“I–hey!” you cry out indignantly, turning around, but Dave is already pulling out one of your vibrators with a triumphant look.

“You don’t fake it with me,” Dave states simply. “If you’re able to cum by yourself, you can do it with me. Get back on your knees.”

You stare at Dave, not moving. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I’m telling you, it’s not–”

“On your knees, baby girl,” Dave repeats, much quieter.

Your mouth snaps shut, and you nod, turning back around without any further protests.

Dave spits on his cock again, then smears the remainder around your pussy, keeping you as wet as possible for him. You wait for the tip of his cock to notch at your entrance, but instead of his thick length, you feel the slightly-cold, buzzing metal of the little bullet vibrator swirling around, collecting your slick before moving up to your clit.

Dave doesn’t give you his cock–not yet. He makes you wait. He teases your clit with the little vibe, and when you aren’t expecting it, one finger teases your entrance. He slides it back and forth, not going any deeper than the first knuckle. It feels surprisingly good, just this soft touch. When you’re whimpering slightly and squirming for more, Dave finally slides the finger fully inside you.

“You just need a little extra attention, isn’t that right?” Dave coos.

He fucks you with it slowly, rhythmically, letting you anticipate the speed of each thrust. It’s surprisingly effective at building you up. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling. Just the one finger inside you is delicious, but you want more, you want his cock again.

“Fuck me,” you entreat softly, but Dave only makes a little tutting noise behind you.

“You’ll take what I give you, baby girl,” Dave murmurs. “I’ll give you my cock when you’re ready, I promise.”

“I’m ready, you were already fucking me,” you argue back indignantly.

“You’re ready when I say you are,” Dave remarks coolly, and you stop protesting.

He works you up until you’re trembling with desire, a little sheen of sweat on your temples as the pleasure builds. It takes a while, of course–but Dave pursues your pleasure with relentless determination. Your orgasm starts to feel inevitable, and your mouth falls open in surprise as your hips start to lock into place.

“Dave, I–oh, shit–D-Dave–”

“That’s it,” Dave murmurs. “Cum for me, I fucking told you you could, let me feel it.”

You fall apart around his finger with a whine, and Dave makes a low sound in his throat.

“What did I say, hmm? Just because you need a little extra attention doesn’t mean you can’t.”

Dave keeps the vibrator on your clit until you’re squirming with overstimulation, and then, you finally feel the tip of his cock notching at your entrance.

“Don’t need to spit on it now, do I?” Dave remarks smugly. “You’re soaked.”

“Please–” is all you manage to get out before he sheathes himself completely with one swift motion.

“And now,” Dave says, bending forward to give you a little kiss on your shoulder blade–a move that’s far too tender for a one night stand–before turning the vibrator up to its highest setting. “You’re going to cum around my cock.”

This is the part that you can’t do. You can’t focus on the pleasure when a cock is pounding into you, you just can’t, as much as you want to. There’s too much unpredictability, too much that’s not in your control.

“I don’t know if I can, with the–with the—all the moving,” you confess. “It’s too much, it always has been.”

Dave makes a little hum of understanding. “That’s not a problem,” he says frankly. “Just keep it warm until you cum all over it.”

You don’t have any response, so you simply drop your head onto your forearms and surrender to the feel of the vibrator buzzing against your clit while Dave’s thick cock is inside you.

“I’m gonna stay hard just with all those little noises you’re giving me, sweet thing,” Dave coos. “All these sweet little noises, and I’ve got you trembling, don’t I? You feel that? Your legs are shaking.”

It’s true–your whole body feels as if it’s vibrating with pleasure. You whimper into the pillows and focus on the feeling of fullness–the same feeling that you were going to touch yourself to the thought of later, later–but now the little vibrator is buzzing insistently against your clit and Dave’s cock is hot and heavy inside of you.

Again, it takes time, but Dave is ruthlessly patient. True to his word, he doesn’t move a muscle inside you, and his cock stays hard as he watches you writhe below him on the bed. You don’t know how long he stays like this, but suddenly, you feel the telltale heat start to rise up the back of your spine.

“Dave,” you whisper. “Dave, it’s–”

“Louder,” Dave commands. “Give it to me.”

Your cries increase in volume as the pressure inside you finally snaps and you squeeze his cock over and over and over. Dave hisses at the feel of it and starts to move inside of you. The movement elicits aftershock after overwhelming aftershock, and you find yourself begging for him to go harder, faster, please, Dave, and of course he obliges, snapping his hips into you as you go limp, a little ragdoll being fucked into the mattress.

“Told you I was going to have you drooling and cock-drunk by the time the night is over,” Dave says with a smirk. “Look at you. I wish you could see yourself right now–I should take a picture next time.”

The sentence worms its way in among the fog in your brain. Next time?

“Let this be a lesson to you, baby girl,” Dave growls. “You do. Not. Fake. It. With. Me.” Each word is punctuated by another devastating thrust. “Say it.”

“I won’t–” you agree. “Won’t fake it with you.”

“Good,” Dave responds, his voice starting to sound more and more breathless as his end approaches. “What a fucking waste if you did, the way this pussy squeezes my cock. You can’t fucking fake that.”

With that, Dave’s hips finally stutter and he comes with a deep groan. You realize that you’re still trembling–an effect of the far-too-intense sex for simply a one-night stand. You’re feeling vulnerable. Too vulnerable. With a shaky breath, you pitch forward onto your stomach with a sigh. The fact that your head is hidden in your forearms is simply a coincidence, an inevitable result of being in this position. Not because you don’t want to watch him pick up his clothes, mumble something like “Thanks,” and leave. Nope.

You hear the telltale sounds of Dave moving without looking–taking off the condom, throwing it in the trash, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the table and wiping himself off–

“Oh!” you exclaim softly at the feel of him gently wiping you clean with a few tissues. “Thanks.”

“Turn over,” Dave says, and why can you never seem to disobey this man when he asks you to do anything?

You blink up at him dumbly, feeling small.

“Do you like breakfast?”

You frown in confusion. “Do I… like–?”

“Breakfast,” Dave finishes for you. “There’s a place not too far from here that I’ve been to before–ever been to the Jumping Bean Diner?”

“I—no.”

“They’ve got good coffee,” Dave says. “I’ll take you there tomorrow?” He raises one eyebrow in question. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the man looked almost vulnerable.

Slowly, you nod. “Yeah,” you agree. “Let’s do that.”

Dave smiles–the second non-smirk you’ve seen from him all evening–and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Good,” he says simply.

Letting a near-stranger you’d just met at a bar hold you close all night long isn’t something you’d normally do, but once again, you’re going through a reckless phase. You also wouldn’t normally let him lazily eat you out at seven in the morning with a vibrator pressed insistently on your clit, or buy you coffee and a massive plate of apple-stuffed french toast afterwards, but hey, like you said—reckless.

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Mini Fanfic #1189: The Phantom Princess (Persona 5 X SSBU)

It's a quiet, dark atmosphere in the First Floor of the Mementos, Path of Qimranut, a lanky, shadowy figure wearing an unusual looking mask is walking around the middle of the area unprovoked. Little does he knows, a half of the band of Phantom Thieves are currently hiding in the shadows alongside their newest recruit.

Joker: (Takes a Look at the Main Target While Hiding Behind one of The Tall Pillars Before Communicating on the Ear Piece) Okay, everyone's in position?

Panther: Yep.

Skull: You got it.

Queen: We're ready when you are, Joker.

Joker: (Simply Nodded) Good, good. How are you doing over there, your highness? (Forms a Sly Smirk on his Face) Or should I say.....Ms. Rosetté~

Peach: (Hiding Behind One of the Pillars in the Mid Far Right, Wearing Her Newly Dashing Thief Costume) A little shaky, b-but I'm doing fine for the most part, dear!

Skull: You're still having cold feet, aren't ya?

Peach: ('Sighs in Defeat') I am. This is my very first mission as a Phantom Thief. The last thing I want to do is mess it up for all of you.

Queen: (Gives the Princess a Reassuring Smile) I know this seems scary now, but we know you have what it takes to do this. You just need to stay calm, be vigilant, and remember everything we taught you up to this point.

Panther: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly. And if you just so happen to be stuck in a jam of any way, we'll swoop right in for the save, and that shadow up for you in a heart beat. No one's gonna mess with our Princess Mom and lives to see the light of day.

Skull: We got your back 105%, Rosetté!

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as She Wipes Away a Single Tear Falling Down her Eyes) ('Sniff') You kids are such the sweetest in the world~ (Puts on a More Determined Look on her Face) Okay, I'm ready now.

Joker: (Proud Smirk on his Face) Good. Now go out there and show 'em what you got.

Peach: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Right!

Rosetté quickly blends herself into every available shadows and hiding spots she sees while following behind the masked shadowy figure unnoticed. Seconds of waiting later, a golden opportunity shines upon her masked, gorgeous face as she leaps over towards her target's back and proceeds to climb onto the back of it's shoulders, preparing for her next move.

Peach: (Takes a Deep Breath) Okay. Just like we practice. ('Clears Throat') Now, it's time for you.....

The shadowy figure looks up at the source of the suddenly voice alerting his ears. Only for it Starr screaming in excruciating pain as it's mask gets viciously ripped off from it's face by none other than the one amd only Lady Rosetté.

Peach: To show us your TRUE FORM!!

Joker: And that's our cue to attack. (Leaves Out of his Hiding Spot) Let's go, team!

Thieves: Right! (Nodded in Agreement as They Follow Pursuit)

Rosetté: (Eyes Widened in Surprise by What She Just Did) I did it.....I've unmasked a shadow....(Forms a Bright Smile) On my very first try. (Pumps her Fists Up in the Air in Rejoice) I REALLY DO HAVE WHAT TAKES TO BE A PHANTOM THIE- Huh?

Rosetté suddenly felt the shadowy figure transforming into a muscle-built monstrosity, picking her up off his back, and then proceed to yeets her away from him as hard as it could.

Peach let's out a scream of fear and distress as she soars off, until her leader rushes in to save her from her potential doom.

Joker: I gotcha, Rosetté!! (Catches The Phantom Princess in the Neck of Time, Sliding Himself on the Concrete Floor on the Side Before Stopping and Getting Himself Back Up) ('Sigh') You okay?

Rosetté: (Eyes Are Sparkle While Hugging Joker in his His Arms) My hero!~ Thank you so much~ (Kiss Joker on the Cheek) Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself trying to catch me, did you?

Joker: (Gives his Newest Recruit a Reassuring Smirk on his Face) Nah. I've gone through way more naiser slides than that one. I'll be fine.

Rosetté: ('Sighs in a Bit of Relief') If you say so.....Just try and be more careful for now on, okay?

Joker: Will do.

Panther: Hey! Uh.....

The duo turns to see Panther looking at them while her and the other fighting an enraged shadow monster.

Panther: Hate to break up a nice, wholesome moment here, but do you guys mind helping us out here!!?

Joker/Rosetté: Coming!

Joker: (Looks Down at the Princess Mom) You really to get some payback?

Rosetté: (Happily Nodded to Joker, Going Back to her Determined Look) More than anything. (Rise Her Fist Up at the Shadow Monster) PERSONA!!

Joker: (Snickers a Bit) You don't have a Persona, remember?

Rosetté: (Giggles a Bit) I know~ I've always wanted to say that.

And so, the two unlikely duo finally joins I'm on the mayhem. The monster itself wasn't nearly as difficult to deal with compared to all the other enemies they've faced in the past, but it did give them a fair enough challenge, especially now that their new recruit is in the picture Persona-Less.

But eventually, once it's finally weak on both it's knees, the Phantom Thieves wasted no time showing no mercy as they deliver an All-Out Attack. As it comes to a close, Rosetté elegantly spins her way forward and does a flashy pose as the shadowy monster is now vanquished.

Rosetté: Show's Over!~

Few Minutes of Shadow Hunting Later, at the LeBlanc Café.........

Ryuji: (Happily Walks Out of the Dimension Along with the Others) Ah dude! We gotta go fight those shadows again sometime. That was AWESOME!

Ann: (Smiles Brightly at Ryuji) Right?~ I never felt that much thrill and adrenaline in a very long time!~

Futuba: (Happily Waves at the Grioup While Seating at the Lounge with Sojiro) Hiya, folks!~

Morgana/Lavenza: (Happily Waves at Everyone as Well) Hi!~

Sojiro: How goes your very first Phantom Thieves Adventure of the year?

Ren: (Happily Shrugs) Gotten a bit rusty here and there, but I think our comeback went out pretty well all things considered. (Turns to Peach) Mostly thanks to our newest member in training.

Ryuji/Ann: (Presents Peach to Everyone with Red Confetti and Jazz Hands) Lady Rosettè!~

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Oho you two!~

Morgana: (Walks By With a Broom and Dust Pin in his Hands as He Sweep the Confetti Away in a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Fancy presentation you did there....

Ryuji: (Grins Proudly) Thank you~

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) We rehearsed it at least three times already~

Morgana: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) It definitely shows. (Walks Away) Dorks.

Ryuji/Ann: Yes it-HEY!

Lavenza: (Turns to Peach) So did you have yourself a good time in the Mementos tonight, Momma Peach?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Indeed I have. It was a scary experience at first, but I've gotten hang of the Phantom Thievery after a few floors later. At...least I hope I did.

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) You've managed to hold your own until it was all over, your highness. You should be more proud of the effort you've made tonight.

Ren: Yeah, and all the poses you've made along the way...(Does a Chef's Kiss) Fantastic!~ It's like you're a natural born model or something.

Peach: (Giggles Sheepishly) I wouldn't exactly call myself THAT good of a model~ I just saw how nice and flashy your poses are that I just added my own flare and style into mines. ('Sigh') But really though, I'm glad I had the chance to do this sort of thing in general. (Happily Pulls the Phantom into a Group Hug) Thank you all so much for making me part of the Phantoms Thieves!~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, thank you for convincing us to do this again in the first place. This is a lot more fun when the whole world isn't in steak for once. We should do this again sometime.

Futuba: And have me tag me with you guys along too! (Starts Pouting) When I don't have any crummy homework to do.

Ren: (Walks to Futuba Along with Ryuji and Ann) Still having trouble with that algebra assignment there, sis?

Futuba: ('Sigh') Somewhat. It was going fairly smoothly at first 'till I got stuck in these types of questions. (Points to Where the Unanswered Questions Are)

Ann: (Takes a Look at the Homework in Question Along with Ryuji) Hm.....Yeeeup. Those are some complicating looking algebra problems alright.

Ryuji: Just like how we remembered them looking back in the good ol' days. (Forms a Cheeky Grin on his Face) Fortunately for you, you goot three veterans to help you out.

Ann: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm~

Futuba: Ren, definitely. (Points at Both Ryuji and Ann) You two. (Shakes her Hand Side to Side a Little) Ehhh.

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) The hell you mean "Ehhh"? We're smart!

Ann: (Pouts at Futuba) Yeah! I mean, Ryuji I get completely, but I can be super intelligent when I want to be!

Ryuji: (Glares at Ann) Oh that's rich coming from a girl who barely passed Science Class.

Ann: (Rolls her Eyes) Better to struggle with one class than struggle almost all of the others. (Smirks at Ryuji) Almost like a certain punk I know in this room.

Ryuji: Hey, at least I graduated !!

Ann: Lovely. So did I.

Sojiro: (Does Three Hand Claps) Alright, break it up, you two. You're too old now to be arguing in this public establishment.

Ren: (Crosses his Arms) Couldn't have said it any better myself. (Smirks Smugly at his Two Best Friends) Besides, I clearly trumped you two in terms of book smarts alone. Did you forget who was one of the Straight A students Shujin High has to offer?

Ann: (Gives Ren a Deadpinned Look on her Face Along with Ryuji) How could we?

Ryuji: You never shut up about it when report cards came in.

Ren: That's right! Cause I'm a genius through and through.

Sojiro: (Raises an Eyebrow at Ren) Really? Then how come you always asked me to help you do your own homework after school?

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow as Well) And have me give you the answers in class without getting caught?

Lavenza: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) You know, I did remember you borrowing my Book of All Knowledge on a few occasions.....

Futuba: Wait, didn't you asked me to help you cheat that one ti-

Ren: Okay! So maybe I did have a few help along the way!.....But I'm still the smartest in the room.

Ann/Ryuji: (Coming Glares at Ren) OH BULL!

Everyone begins to argue among each other while Makoto and Peach watches in the background.

Makoto: (Facepalms Herself While Sighing) The nerve of that boy.....He's not even the Top 20 Smartest Student in the entire school.

Peach: (Giggles a Bit) At least he came a long way to get to where he is now, right?

Makoto: (Stares at her Boyfriend Before Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. (Frowns a Bit Before Turning Back to Peach) Hey, your majesty, do you mind if I talk to you for a bit? In private? I-If you don't mind that is.

Peach: (Starts Getting a Bit Concerned Once She Sees the Look on Makoto's Face) No, not at all. Let's go over here. (Gently Grab Hold of Makoto's Hand and Takes Her to One of the Far Away Tables) You know, I've been noticing something's been bothering you since we came inside the Mementos.

Makoto: Is that so? (Gently Scratching the Side of her Cheek) Was it....really that obvious?

Peach: I wouldn't say that's the case completely. It's just Motherly Instincts being as precise as ever is all. (Sits Next to Makoto On the Same Side of the Table) Now tell Momma Peach what you wanna tell her. Take as much time to do so if you like.

Makoto: Thank you. Well....U-Um......Before I tell you anything, I-I wanna show you something first! (Takes her Phone Out From her Pocket) Sorry in advance.

Peach: Baby, don't apologize. Show me.

Makoto shows Peach a picture of a beautiful golden ring with the word "Love~" written on the front, sitting comfortably inside the opened small black box.

Peach: (Eyes Begins to Sparkle at the Picture in Question) My gosh~ That ring looks so pretty~ Beautiful even~

Makoto: (Smiles Softly at the Picture as Well) I couldn't agree more. I brought it at a jewelry show Shiho-San and I went to a while back. This ring represents a strong, graceful bond between two lovers. It helps reassure them that no matter how much the world around them will keep changing, for better, for worse, you'll always stick together through and through

Peach: (Hearts Begins to Melt as She Wipes a Tear Off of her Eyes) ('Sniff') That has to be one of the most sweetest things I have ever heard~ ('Sniff') And the ring itself is absolutely perfect for a wedd- (Eyes Suddenly Begins Widened at the Realization) ('GASPS') WAIIT! I-Is This....What I think this means?~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) You guessed right. I.....Am going to ask Ren Amimaya's hand in marriage some day.

Peach: (Happily Squeals as She Pulls Makoto's into a Loving Hug) Oh my goodness graciooooous!~ Words cannot express how happy I am for youuuuuu!~

Makoto: (Giggles Some More) I can't thank you enough~

Peach: Mm~ ('Gasps') And now you're getting nervous about proposing to him someday, are you?

Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wow. Your Motherly Instincts are really on point tonight. ('Sigh') But yes....I've kinda been a nervous wreck about it as of recent. Proposals are the most sacred of all gestures and the fact I'm sitting fretting over possibilities of me messing this up somehow shows how.....weak in the knees I'm becoming in retrospect.

Peach: (Gently Place her Hand on Makoto's Shoulder) Hey now. There's nothing wrong with being nervous about this sort of thing. It happens to everyone, no matter how much in love they truly are. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) And I know full well how head over heels you feel about that boy, huh?

Makoto: (Let's Out an Exhausted Sigh) Ohhhh you have no idea!~ He always drives me absolutely crazy with his cute smile, his bright eyes, fluffy curly hair, his recklessness, his troublemaking attitude, his fierce determination, his passion, and his overall sweetness and care. (Starts Tearing Up a Bit) I love him so much, Momma Peach. ('Sniff') I wanna be with him forever and ever and ever~

Peach: (Hugs Makoto Again) I know you do, sweetheart. You two are going to be the most wonderful newly wed couple this city and our world will ever see. But you don't have to rush in and do this if you feel scared or not ready. Just take all the time you need to ease your mind and build up your courage. Then, when the opportunity is just right, seized it and show that young man just how much you love and adore him with that gorgeous ring of yours!

Makoto: (Sighs a Bit While Wiping her Tears Away) Right. I'll stick to that plan until I'm completely ready. I made it this far and I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to stop and back out now!

Peach: (Smiles Very Proudly and Brightly) That's the spirit!!~ I'm rooting for you 100%!~ Annnnd if you do managed to put that ring on his finger, let me know and I will work as hard as I can make your beautiful wedding day come to reality, no questions asked.

Makoto: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as She Hugs Peach Back) Thank you so much, your highness. You really are a great mom.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) I only do my very best for my family, dear~

Ryuji: Yo, Princess Mom! You got yourself a special company!!

?????: Hello!

Peach: (Gasps Happily Once She Easily Recognizes that Voice) Mario!~ (Turns to Makoto)

Makoto: (Giggles Again) Don't worry, I'm fine now. Go ahead.

Peach: If you say so. Take care, sweetie. (Gives Makoto a Quick Peck on the Side of her Head Before Rushing Herself Over to her Teddy Bear) I'm coming, babyyy!~

Mario: (Eyes Widened in Awe at What his Princess is Wearing While Blushing) Peach..... is that really you?

Peach: (Giggles Softly as She Picks Mario Up, Twirls Him Around, and Hugs Him) The one and only!~ I'm an official Phantom Thief now, Codename: Lady Rosettè!~ You like?~

Mario: Times infinity. ('Sighs') Mama Mia, Peach. First the Swordfighter costume and now THIS!? Are you trying to make look like a tomato?

Peach: That's the plan!~ (Smirks Playfully) And I do say that it is working like a charm thus far. So there's no way I'm gonna stop now!~ (Kisses Mario on the Cheek)

Mario: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Peach's Affections) Peheheheach!~ Not in public!~ Mr. Sojiro has a café business to run remember!?~

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly Along With Everyone Else Watching) Nah, not a lot of people come to this time of hour on a Monday, you're good. Keep kissing away, your highness.

Peach: (Happily Salutes to Sojiro) Will do!~ (Looks Down at Mario with a Seductive Smirk) Come to Mama Peach, dear~ (Continues Kissing her Man)

Makoto: (Giggles Softly at the Adorable Scene in Front of Her)

Ren: (Walks Over to Makoto's Table) Yo Queen. You're doing good over there.

Makoto: (Smiles a Bit at her Boyfriend) Yeah. Peach and I were talking about fashion related topics is all. (Turns to Mario and Peach) I take it you guys called Mr. Mario over here.

Ren: Yep. He was supposed to help Futuba with her homework. (Casually Shrugs) Buuuut we figured we show how 'im what our newest recruit look first. Pretty sure that's what she wanted to do this whole time.

Makoto: (Nodded in Agreement) Oh definitely. She couldn't even held her excitement of doing so for that long when she first wore that attire.

Ren: Yep. Hey, Makoto?

Makoto: Hm?

Ren: (Gives his Girlfriend a Loving Hug) I love you~ Sorry i never got the chance to tell you that up until now.

Makoto: (Heart Starts Melting Agaij as She Happily Hugs Ren Back) Oh don't worry about it. It was a busy day for all of us tonight, it happens. Buuuut~ If you really wanna make it up to me.....(Starts Snuggling onto Ren's Embrace) You could indulge me with a mini Cuddle Session here~

Ren: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow) Really? In a public establishment?

Makoto: (Playfully Pouts at her Joker) Oh please. Not a lot customers come here in a monday night. Plus, I'm really tired from all that running and shadow killing we did earlier. I earned this.

Ren: ('Sigh') Whatever you say, dear.

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cycat-carisi · 1 year

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Self-Destructive

I’m supposed to be writing a thesis, yet this little drabble hit me like a ton of bricks...so yeah, I’m yeeting it into the Tumblr world! Enjoy? Could fill the “Fresh Start” square in @adarafaelbarba’s birthday bingo!

Summary: Just a little hurt/comfort drabble with Joe (: Pairing: Joe Velasco x Reader Warnings: language, mentions of domestic abuse, hurt/comfort Words: 806 AO3 here

You are drunk again. A few of your female police officer buddies had joined you for drinks after your shifts. Afterall, it had been a particularly hard day. First, you were called to the scene of a bad accident, then it was followed up with a potential case of assault, and to top it all off, your boss yelled at you for some dumb thing that the alcohol has already made you forget.

Yet another shot is being downed when suddenly he walks in. The sexiest man you have ever seen. Tall, dark and most certainly handsome. Light stubble lines his cheeks and that leather jacket...oh boy, that leather jacket!

"Chiquitita . Time to go home," he speaks in a voice barely audible over the music in the bar.

"Why, hellooo handsome!" you whistle. All your friends' eyes are on you, but you’re too drunk to register their stares.

"Come on," he whispers against your ear.

"Trying to take me home, eh? Well, good lookin', it's a good thing you're so good lookin' because I'm definitely gonna let you take me home!" You stumble a bit, bracing a hand on his firm shoulder.

His find your waist to steady you while, under his breath, the man lets out a curse in Spanish. "I’m your boyfriend, Chiquitita, and it's time to go home now." His voice is stern, dripping with annoyance.

"You're my boyfriend!?! Damn girl, you done goooood!" you give yourself a sloppy pat on the shoulder.

"Please," he begs with those big green eyes. "You do this every time. I dread getting this call but it keeps happening. This has to stop."

You had met Joe Velasco when responding to a call of domestic violence a few years ago. The two of you locked eyes immediately; some kind of electric exchange happening from across the room. He had been the one to ask for your number and there had been no going back since.

A large frown causes your brows to wrinkle but you nonetheless allow Joe to lead you out of the bar. The cool night air feels like a slap to the face, yet it allows you a moment of clarity. "What's the matter with you?!" you demand, perhaps a little too harshly.

"What's the matter with me?" he scoffs, still supporting you in his arms. "You're the one whose friends repeatedly call me to come and get you when you’re drunk out of your mind!"

You add fuel to the argument, exclaiming, "I had a bad day!"

"We all have bad days! But you get completely wasted and…you know how it makes me feel."

"But you knew going into this whole thing that I’m a bit self-destructive!"

"A bit? Come on, please!" Joe rolls his eyes, exasperated.

"I grew up with five brothers! You'd think that after five boys my parents would have wanted a girl.” You sputter out an angry laugh. “Ha! Nope! I was the accident that came out with an X chromosome instead of a Y and they never let me forget it!"

Joe has repeatedly been there for you when it came to how your family treated you, but right now he’s tired of you using it as an excuse for your drinking. "And I had an abusive father,” he rebuts, “who...who would..." There's pain etched across Joe's face as he says the words. "He would drink until there was nothing left, which only made him angrier. That anger had to come out somewhere..."

Your foggy mind immediately flashes to the scars you know litter Joe's back. Suddenly, the guilt hits you like a ton of bricks. "I'm so sorry, babe," you sob out. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I didn't mean to make you think of him. I'm sorry." The tears run freely. Clearly, you are an inconsiderate, self-absorbed asshole to a boyfriend who has been nothing but good to you.

Joe's face softens, his tone lowering to match. "Hey, don't cry, Chiquitita. I'm sorry you had a bad day, but drinking won't make it better. I know my schedule is nuts, but I will always be here for you to talk with. I wish you would turn to me instead of the bar."

You honestly didn't deserve him, yet Joe still made you want to be a better person. "I promise, Joe! I promise to talk. I promise not to drink. I promise to be better to you!" You fling your arms around his middle and squeeze.

It's not a moment later that his arms fully envelope you, pressing you tighter to his chest. You can hear the steady thrum of his heart, beating like a calming melody in the most frightful of storms. "I love you," you murmur against his shirt.

"I love you, too," he whispers into your hair. "Now, let's get you home."

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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whispers in the dark | jhs

pairing: sleep paralysis demon hoseok x gender neutral reader (platonic)

genre: … fluff?? Angst. Post-break up au. Supernatural au.

summary: Hoseok just doesn’t have it in him to make you even more miserable right now, so he tries something a little different.

rating: 18+ because I do what I want

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Swearing. Sleep paralysis. Creepy sleep paralysis demon Hoseok a la the “More” concept photos. Watching people while they’re sleep but not in an erotic way lol. Referenced Jimin x reader; technically a post break-up situation. Some image self-consciousness from Hoseok. Platonic spooning. Lots of talk about feeling or sensing smells and emotions. I know it seems creepy but really this is very soft, I promise.

notes: Ah wow, this is short but there’s so much in here. It started in a group chat with “idk what to do with more hoseok in the best way” and then it turned into me and @bangtanintotheroom taking “this hobi is our sleep paralysis demon” and running with it in two wildly different directions sldkjfhaslkdj. I know I’m supposed to be on break but like after finishing stuff last month, I had this whole “will I ever write again” crisis. Without @thatlongspringnight and @xjoonchildx this wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t feel ten million times better now than I did leading up to my meltdown. So, thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just going to yeet this into the void and get out but I miss yall!! Hope you’re having a nice July, wherever you may be :)

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Hoseok hasn’t gotten the chance to stretch like this in ages. As he steps across the lush carpet, he lets his muscles lengthen and move. It’s dusty and cramped in his little crawlspace, even with his cleaning regime. When was the last time you let him out his literal hellhole?

He looks at your sleeping form. You’re passed out, that’s for sure, huddled beneath layers of sheets and blankets. The dawn is beginning to trickle through your curtains, your eyelids freely fluttering in deep sleep, unencumbered by the sleep mask that’s somehow slipped off during the night.

He can feel how frozen you are, how you want to turn over to a more comfortable position but can’t. Ah, it’s been so long since he could feed freely like this. What a wonderful welcome you’ve decided to give him.

Hoseok straightens and adjusts his cap as he glances around the room. It doesn’t seem that much has changed since he was last here. There’s a calendar propped up on your dresser, and he’s surprised to see that it’s been at least a year since he was last freed from the confines of your mind. He’d stopped visiting you shortly after you started keeping that punk around … what was his name? Jim? Tim?? Something like that. It’s not easy haunting folks who co-sleep with others. Finally he’s gone, and Hoseok can resume doing what he does best. Finally he can just lurk and get the energy he needs after his long sequestering.

Stepping closer, Hoseok leans down to leer at your face. You can’t see him, not really, not in a way that matters. But you can feel him, and he can hear your breath quicken as he draws near. His veins sigh in content as the anxiety leeches from your body into his own. It feels sweet and soft against his senses. You always did taste better than his previous charges.

If you’d kept him inside much longer, he was going to have to find someone else to feed from. So thank god Timbourine or whatever isn’t here today. He reaches out and brushes the sheets from your face so that he can see more than just your eyes.

Huh. That’s odd.

Your cheeks are grimy.

Hoseok, dead inside as he might be, feels his black hole of a heart fall. Fuck.

Had you cried yourself to sleep?

Hoseok stands and steps away, casting his eyes about the room. It still smells like Jimothy or whatever, just barely. You might smell sweet on your own, but there’s a musty spice that undergirds everything. It doesn’t smell like you, and it’s like it’s faded. You probably don’t even smell it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t somehow feel it.

There’s a box in the corner that smells stronger than the rest of your room. It’s got clothes in it that don’t look like you’d be caught dead wearing them. And there’s a picture frame laying flat on its face right next to your calendar. He feels like an idiot for not noticing it sooner.

“Aw, darling, did that dickwad break your heart?” he murmurs. His heart goes out to you. He doesn’t really much do desire himself but he imagines that the emotions are torrid and stressful. “That’s so unfair, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t seem right to feed off you now, for some reason. The succulent taste of stress he’d been taking from you now feels bitter. It tastes off, spoiled even. Was he really gone so long that he developed a conscience? This is garbage. This is not a part of the plan at all.

Hoseok sighs as he sits next to your sleeping form. You don’t move.

“What am I going to do with you, darling? You kept me tucked away for so long and now I can’t even take what I need.”

You don’t reply, of course. You can’t. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed and dead to the world. Awake and yet not, all at once. Hoseok has craved being able to take what he wants from you for ages, but now it just feels unfair.

The demon sighs again, noticing now all the things he’d not noticed before in his eagerness to feed. You’ve got pillows tucked behind you, as if to simulate a person at your back. One of them is even wrapped in a shirt. Ah, how sad. There’s other mementos about the room too: a sock in the corner, discarded undergarments next to the laundry hamper, all sorts of small things that have that unfamiliar scent wreathed around them. Even when he doesn’t think there’s more, there’s always more. He can’t imagine how you must feel, having all this crap around that belongs to someone no longer in your life. The agony of finding still more at every turn must be torture.

He finds himself pitying you. It’s strange. He knows it is. He’s a demon, a thought form, a parasite even; nothing more or less. He shouldn’t have any feelings not placed within him that didn’t come from his host.

Is that what this is, then? Is this you looking for comfort?

Hoseok’s not sure how he feels about this. He’s never heard of someone manifesting comfort from their sleep paralysis demon. You’re one of hundreds of people he’s haunted. This shouldn’t be anything new even though it clearly is.

Maybe he’s just getting soft. Maybe being stuck in your mind made him soft.

He should have gotten out sooner.

Suddenly, you whimper. Hoseok about jumps out of his skin. He scrambles away from the bed, his eyes flying to see if you’ve somehow managed to rouse yourself without him noticing.

No, the paralysis holds, but only just. Your eyelids flutter, your fingertips twitch. Still, you don’t move. The emotions wafting off you shift from fear to yearning. His stomach churns and his head spins as the sensation registers. It’s even stronger than the anxiety. It’s just pure, unadulterated loneliness.

Hoseok takes a deep breath.

Damn it, you’re soft. And he’s soft for you.

He takes his cap off and runs his hand over his face, and then through his hair. He’s not much to cuddle with. As far as demons like him go, he’s kind of scrawny. To make himself look scary he has to lean on makeup and piercings and clothing. There’s only so much a glamour can do to make him look intimidating. And none of it’s easy to shed so … maybe if he just spoons you from behind you won’t notice how wimpy he actually looks?

Your breathing has picked up again, and you whine into the cool air of the bedroom. How are you doing that? Hoseok puts the question out of his mind as he toes off his shoes.

“Okay, fine, I’ll give you want, but just this once. Just because I missed you or whatever.”

He rounds the bed and carefully crawls on top of the sheets on the side opposite you. He tosses the pillows away, even the one wrapped in Jimbert or whatever’s shirt, so that he can come up behind you. He fits his body behind yours, the warmth of your body seeping like a warm tide into his clothes and his flesh.

He trembles. It’s been a while since he was this close with anyone. He’s a big spoon anyway, this is fine, but fuck, it’s kind of weird too.

After a few moments, he reaches around your middle and pulls you closer. Might as well really lean into this shit if he’s going to do it in the first place. Thank whatever that this is a solitary job. He’d never hear the end of it if one of his colleagues saw him comforting his hauntee like this.

For a moment, Hoseok wonders if this is doing anything for you at all. After a few minutes, however, your breathing slows, and you move of your own accord.

You nestle.

You nestle back into Hoseok’s chest. As if this shit is natural. As if it’s exactly what you needed. Your hand finds his, and squeezes it.

His heart drops.

This is more than he anticipated. And he’s horrified to realize that he kind of likes it.

The fear is gone from you, and so is the longing; the loneliness that was clouding your heart has been burned away like mist by the sun. Hoseok breathes in the scent of your skin at the nape of your neck. Sweet. Content. Strong.

Hoseok bites his lip.

Just a few more minutes like this. And then maybe he’ll leave. Can’t let himself get used to this. And you can’t get used to it either. He’ll let you have this moment together. Tomorrow morning he’ll get back to doing his actual job.

For now, he’ll let himself enjoy this with you for as long as he can muster.

Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)

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posted: 7.4.2022

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cafecourage · 2 years

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Dragon Au Part 2

I am saying these here, Thank you @luimagines to help describe Hyrule. My brain was dead on that stream thank you for being my brain cell.

Hc under here:

Sky:

Sky as a dragon is very lizard like, think Nightfury from Httyd, his scales are typically black but if you shine light on them they sparkle as if stars were encased in them.Sky has a bit of light magic but because of the amount of knight training his lighting magic is the strongest. It gets to the point where he could control the storms itself. Sky is second for fastest flier in the group.

His scent gland is on his back between the wings, this man goes full cat mode sometimes when claiming things as his. It's actually kinda cute in a way.

Since you are human, Sky would go around courting a human as well. Trying to keep things at your pace. See if you like him back or not. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you but just asks straight out.

Like most of the Link’s it happens by accident but Sky did know what he was doing when letting you ‘steal’ his sailcloth.

It was hard to steal things from dragons, mostly because to them its an immediate sign of threat. Traveling around with nine of them has been an eye opener for you, with how they kept things secret from you. It was until the roose was up that they actually told you. Which was fine it didn’t explain anything about their behavor from you. But you assumed your were just apart of their horde or whatever. From what you understood however was that Sky was very relax about giving you his sailcloth. To the point wear you just steal it off of him to wear around or sleep with. The others seem to give you a look when you do wear it willingly. Other then that they let you do what you want with it.

Sky promises to himself that he will explain to you why soon enough. For now he just wants to enjoy his time with you and court you properly as a human.

Stated before Sky wants to follow human traditions with dating and such. It gets to the point where he probably won't tell you about being a dragon to begin with even with their trust.

Frustrations might ride high if another dragon tries to flirt with you even though you’re claimed. But he can keep his head. It’s Sky after all, he is quick to hold on to you.

Now this was talked about. If you somehow. Some way. Mark yourself. By accident. He will instantly turn into a house-husband of sorts. It’s a strange incident.

Legend:

While having the biggest horde of the group Legend is probably the smallest dragon. His body takes the form of a small rabbit with the horns and wings. While most of his body is fur, his horns, wings and tail have pinky opalescent scales.

Like Time, Legend is a jack of all trades master of none when it comes to his magic. Legend because the amount of things can use each element in the basic forms. But his element is earth, specifically crystals, each gem he can bring out the magic they hold with in. Ruby houses fire, Sapphire houses water etc etc.

Legend hates the smell of his own claim, making things smell like a rainy day, that he tends to do physical claims. His scent gland is on his elbow. He is still going to elbow someone in the gut.

The chain may or may not have something connecting them back to the Vet. Its definitely not a familial claim. Nope. Not at all.

The claim set by Legend was almost as soon as you got yeeted into hyrule. He looked at you and went “this one.” Not literally. He more or less recognized you as the person that watched over him and instantly gave you a power ring. He wants you to be safe. It's not a claim claim. At least… it wasn’t supposed to be.

Something changed, or it could have been his dragon instincts told him that the claim should be something more. More it became. Little to your knowledge that small ring you wear was telling the world that you're his and only his. What does the group think about this? They are all cackling behind both of your backs.

Legend will tell you soon enough. Don’t worry. It will probably be when he shows you the horde underneath his house. It’s one of the biggest out of the group.

Since what is his is yours so to say your aloud to actually use some of his stuff. Just… not the fire rod. You're banned from all fire magic items.

There are going to be many times the chain would catch you cuddling a small bunny dragon during an afternoon nap.

Hyrule:

Hyrule is the most fantastical dragon of the group, with stained glass dragonfly wings. The top of his body is covered in green scales while his belly is orange. Hyurle has a man, while it has the appearence of hair, his ancles, wrists, tail and around his neck are lined with feelers. Small thin feather like antenna that used to feel signals and chemicals in the air. They are incredibly sensitive as a result and tend to move and ungelate as if they were underwater. He has three orange horns on his head, one in the middle of his head like a unicorn and two pointed backwards. (Thank Pinky for helping to write that explanation.)

With his ties to the fae Hyrules magic element is nature but is strongly connected to the fae, as he can use the same magic as they could. Examples being, glamor, healing, he can also upgrade weapons and armor for a limited amount of time. There is a way to permanently upgrade the item but for hyrule it has to be small or else he uses too much magic.

His scent glands are on the inner part of his forearm, his scent is a mix of pine, cinnamon and vanilla.

While he is aware of his body, his tail seems to have a mind of its own and tends to hit into things alot. This mainly happens in two scenarios, one is when he is angry and his tail is swishing to mimic his mood. Second is when he is very happy and content, he will purr as his tail swishes.

There wasn’t much to Hyrules claim as he didn’t want to scent you. Since that was going to be an issue for you when you get to his Era. But at least he tells you about his feelings and explains that a Dragon’s claim is how they court. He wants to make you something physical and that will last for a while. So with Wild’s and Legends help Hyrule crafts and enchants a bracelets. It ends up to being a flower bracelet that he has woven. While he made a design Legend and Wild helped refined it and help gather the materials he needed for the enchantment. Not only will it protect you, only you can take it off. Just so no other dragons try to take away the claim.

Hyrule would be more likely out of all the links to be protective over his hoard. During his adventuer he easly took the hoards of many other dragons. He is self aware enough to know that can happen to him at any time.

He is also touch starved. So while he doesn’t want his scent on you, its more likely your gonna have it on him anyway.

#Twilight (Not LU) speaks #linkeduniverse x reader #linked universe x reader #dragon fruit sorbet #spice cake #fairy bread #gingerbread loaf

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Cuddles

Modern Oberyn Martell x F!reader

Warnings: mention of menstrual cycle, but not descriptive at all.. Just the mention of it being that time of the month and finding out. Besides that, I think this is completely cuteness.. 🤗💞😆

AN: This is completely self indulging because I think Oberyn would be such a sweetheart when his girlfriend is on her cycle.

In other words.. I'm choosing Mr handsome here as my savior since I am a damn female and don't feel good, lol.. 😆🤦‍♀️ update, I am feeling better but still drained.. Last night when I started this and most of yesterday I just wanted to crawl under a rock, lol. But better now a little. 🤗

The nickname Little Viper/Viper is all thanks to @stxrrylunatic I could not think of anything more unique, and she was to the rescue and suggested that! 💞🤗 Thank youuu alwaysss! 💞😙

I'm just yeeting this into the world, not even gonna read through it or have anyone else do so.. 😆💞

Summary: it's that time of the month.. You're boyfriend Oberyn is to the rescue to help you feel better. 💞

No reason for choosing this gif for the story... Just picked it because he's beautiful and so handsome in it... 😍💞🔥

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" oh for the love god.. Whyyyy.. " you said when you got up this morning, instantly having cramps and knowing you had started your period. When you got to the bathroom to check and do your morning routine, it was confirmed sadly..

You look to see if you have any pads. Only one left. " of course I only have one left. " you said to yourself out loud. Groaning because you don't feel like doing anything, let alone go to the store to get pads and other essentials. Since the cramps are already hitting hard..

So you get done in the bathroom. Grab pamprin out of the cabinet and head straight to the kitchen to eat something so you can take the meds.

" Oh! Of course I only have one dose left.. I swear to God I'm just gonna scream if something else irritating happens today. " you grumble to yourself while making you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, since it's easy to make so you can go cuddle up on the couch.

Right after you are done eating and about to take your meds, you hear keys jingling. Instantly knowing it's Oberyn, because he always does extra jingling so to be a goofball. You start to smile and continue cleaning up at a slow pace since the cramps are being evilllll..

" My love, I'm hereee. " he says in that sweet beautiful voice of his. Also in a goofy voice, because he's in a good mood for some reason.

As soon as he walks into the kitchen he notices something is wrong and comes right over to you and wraps his arms around you hugging you close and resting his head on your shoulder.

You instantly lean into him and hum in delight from his warmth on your tummy.

" My little viper, what is troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help? " he says while nuzzling into your neck and leaving lil kisses there.

" I started this morning and my cramps are straight from hell. So I don't feel good at all. I'm out of pads and pamprin, but I don't want to even leav- " he cuts you off and says;

" No need to say more. I will run to the store and get you them and anything else you need. Just send me a picture of both things so I can make sure I get the correct ones. " he says while turning you around in his arms and soothingly rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

" hmm that feels good. You are too good to me,my love. Thank you endlessly. " you say while giving him a kiss and cuddling into his chest.

" you're welcome my beautiful viper. Always here for you to help you in any way you need. Now, let's get you all comfy on the couch. You go set where you want, I'll go get blankets, pillows, and the heating pad for you. " he says while walking you to the couch and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

Oberyn moves effortlessly through your place and he's back by your side within a few minutes.

" ok I got all the comfy blankets, every thickness, so you have a variety in case you get cold or too hot. I got your big pillow from your room and of course your little pillow because I know it is always a comfort to have. " He says while piling everything next to you. And smiling at the last part, because he thinks it's one of the most precious things that you still have a comfort item.

" my goodness you know me too well Obee. " you say while looking at him with such adoration and love for him.

" well of course my little viper. I love you infinitely. So I of course know all the things that bring you comfort, joy.. Pleasure.. " he says while massaging your legs while he sits next you. But when he says pleasure, he squeezes your legs a little while looking at you with that devilish smirk of his and winks.

" you're such a brat, teasing me while I'm in pain. " you say with a sly smile and playfully swatting him, because you don't actually mean it.

" hmmm, but you love it. " he says while leaning over with that damn smile of his and to kiss you.

It turns into a little make out session. He has you in his lap while he is rubbing your back to sooth away your cramps. You got your arms wrapped around his neck, casually threading your fingers through his gorgeous dark hair.

" as much as I love this, I need to go get you your stuff and you need to rest my love. " he says reluctantly. But still rubbing your back and giving you little kisses all over your face and neck.

" you're right sadly.. But you better hurry up. I need cuddles.. Doctors orders. " you say with a big smile and cuddling into your blankets with your pillows and heating pad.

" Yes doctor. I will be quick. " he says as his chuckles at you calling yourself a doctor. But he loves how goofy and sweet you are.

One last kiss and he's off to the store. You doze off for most of the time he's gone. But wake up as soon as you hear the keys. Definitely your sixth sense, hearing those damn keys.

He puts everything away swiftly. Brings your pamprin, your favorite Gatorade, essential sweets and other snacks, and a bouquet of gorgeous mustard yellow flowers. ( all kinds of flowers, not just one kind)

" awwww, baby, you didn't have to get me flowers. I absolutely adore them, but you didn't have to. " you say with such a beautiful sunshine smile while smelling and admiring them.

" I did, because you deserve them and that reaction is why I got them, wanted to see that gorgeous sunshine smile of yours, my little viper. " he says with a smile of love and adoration for you while leaning down to kiss your forehead, then taking them to put them in water.

" do you want them in the kitchen or in the living room so you can see them? " he asks.

" hmmm, in here so I can see their beauty and have you and your beautifulness next to me. " you say while getting your snacks open.

Oberyn laughs as he's walking back into the living room because you're too adorable and he knew you'd want them in there. Because the color is your favorite.

" ok now get over here please. I am in dire need of cuddles and warmth from you my love. " you say while doing grabby hands at him.

" your wish is my command my lovely beautiful little viper. " he says while walking over to you, getting all cozy next to you.

You instantly cuddle into his side and let out a hum of comfort. " always so warm and perfect. " you say softly as you rest your head on his chest.

After he has wrapped you two up in blankets and started the movie you picked out, he wraps his arms around you and caressing your side occasionally, but mainly has his arm around your wast. Because he knows the warmth helps the cramps die down.

You fall asleep before the movie title even rolls onto the screen. He is the only person that you fall asleep so quickly around. Always feels the most safe around him. He cuddles even closer to you so he can get comfy too and falls asleep soon after you.

The end. 💞

I hope you liked my little get away, lol. 😆💞

I almost forgot to throw in a mention of his mustard yellow. 🙈😮 So I decided to do the flowers, idk if there are ones out their that resemble that shade of yellow.. But if there isnt.. We are pretending there is in this story.. 😆😆

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Summer Rains Part 5:

Beauty In The Rain

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Rating: M (To be safe 18+)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, pining, smoking, kissing, groping, implications of sex, pregnancy mention, genuine human emotions, probably OOC for Javier... whoops. No beta, just yeeted into the void. any typos. Let me know if I have missed any!

Summary: Javier finally decides what he wants his future to be and Chucho wins Grandpa of the year. Reference for the necklace that is mentioned. The Poem included in the epilogue is by Raymond Garfield Dandridge. Who's poem brought me peace when life was not.

A/N: This is a really bittersweet moment. I again apologize for how long it has taken me to finish this story. Life was overwhelming and I was trying to push myself into writing smut because I know it's popular. So I hit a wall because I was trying to force something out of myself that I didn't really want to write and personally didn't add much to the story. So I took the pressure off of myself. There is no smut in here just implications and allusions to it. It is not something I am just yet comfortable writing, but maybe someday. I also spent WAY TOO LONG obsessing over the timeline and trying to get everything to make sense. I am fairly certain some new grey hairs appeared on my head because of it. I gave up. I did my best. I am not perfect and this is a hobby. I have loved every second of writing this ending and I hope you like it too. Thank you so much for sticking with me and for your patience as I lose my marbles again and again. I have so many people I want to thank and dedicate this to. So many people who without them, I probably never would have posted this story or continued writing it. I hope they know who they are and how much they have meant to me. If you have ever left a like, a comment, a reblog, or sent me a message please know how much that means to me. I hope you never hit a red light and that your pillow is always cold at night. You are angels and the world is so much better with you in it. If you got this far you are a gem. I hope to write more on this blog in the future but I am done trying to force myself into a schedule. I want this to be a fun creative outlet not another obligation for me. Thank you for reading and without further ado, our two idiots need a happy ending.

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The card slips from your fingers and falls to the counter, forgotten.

The next morning you wake to the sun shining through a sliver in your curtains. Weird… usually I get waken up by a hungry infant demanding a boob. As soon as the thought crosses your mind you glance over at the crib to the right of the bed. It’s empty. Your nose scrunches in confusion but then the light banging of pots and pans echoing from the kitchen catches your attention.

You slip on your slippers and slowly pad your way to the kitchen. Your limbs still heavy with sleep. You find Chucho dressed and ready in his Sunday best for church as he makes breakfast. Sofia sitting in the high chair babbling away with her grandpa. He softly whistles an old ballad to her as he warms up a bottle. You mumble a greeting to Chucho and he tosses a cheery good morning back. You sweep your hand across Sofia’s forehead pushing the soft brown curls out of the way as you lean down to kiss her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You question Chucho as you make your way over to the cabinet to make yourself some tea.

“You were tired and there are bottles out here. I wanted you to rest.” Chucho replies simply with a light pat on your cheek. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean why else did you pump if not for this reason? Plus he was right, you were exhausted. Sofia had a rough night again. Gotta love sleep regression. Your guess was all the change in her routines. She needed normalcy and stability, and honestly? So did you.

Once the bottle was ready for Sofia, Chucho swoops the baby girl up in his arms to feed her. A soft smile blooms across your face at how sweet Chucho is with Sofia. He has a way with her. She rarely cries when he is around and he has quickly become her favorite person. Your baby girl has Chucho completely wrapped around her finger. This is all you ever wanted for your daughter, Sunday morning breakfasts and a family that is bursting with love. Lost in thought, the creak of a floorboard draws your attention to the doorway. Javier had paused before entering the kitchen, the bags under his eyes were dark and he still had yesterday’s clothes on. Your eyes meet his weary dark orbs, and his frown deepens as he looks back, almost studying you. You shifted under his gaze like a bug under a microscope.

A wave of annoyance begins to build in the pit of your stomach. Javier has no right to judge you when you did nothing wrong in the first place. You straighten your back and cool your expression into one of annoyed indifference. He quickly looks away from you as if your gaze burned him. He makes his way into the room and pats his dad on the shoulder in greeting as he swipes a mug for his coffee.

“You look awful mijo.” Chucho was never one to pull a punch.

“Gee, thanks Pop.” Javier’s voice was devoid of any emotion as he slumped on the counter with his chin pressed to his chest. Javier really did look a mess and he looked pale. You felt the familiar pinprick of tears start to burn your eyes, everything that led you both down this path started with your lie. You want to be furious at him; to yell, scream, smash something, but you can’t move. You are frozen as the quiet guilt rages a war in your brain. You blink and try to will away the traitorous tears threatening to spill and notice Chucho staring at you with a wary gaze. You quickly excuse yourself mumbling about taking a shower. Anything to escape, to give you time to think.

Chucho inhales deeply as he watches you practically sprint out of the kitchen. He turns to his son, brooding and quietly sipping his coffee with his eyes closed. Chucho looks down at Sofia’s milk-drunk, blissed-out expression and slowly walks over to set her down in the pack n’ play set up in the corner of the kitchen. It used to be in the living room but Sofia got fussy when she couldn’t see Chucho cook.

“You know one day you are gonna push people too far and they won’t keep coming back for more.” Chucho stares counting Sofia’s soft breaths as he addresses Javier.

Javier slowly opens his eyes as his jaw rocks. “I know.”

Chucho turns and points down the hall towards where you are, “That woman is at her breaking point. And look at you! Pale and smelling like a chimney. I cannot sit here and watch the two of you destroy each other. Either figure out what you want and fight for it or just stop and let her go.” Chucho’s tone was severe as he verbally lashed his son.

“Pops I-” Javier’s throat was dry and his voice cracked pitifully.

“No. I am taking Sofia to Church. You-” He stabs his pointer finger into Javier’s chest “Are going to talk to her. You are letting your happiness slip away from you. No one is taking it away.” Chucho reaches into his pocket and presses the small black card you left on the counter into Javier’s free hand. “If this is enough to sway you then you are far stupider than I thought you were.”

The card feels cold in Javier’s hand. His dark eyes stare unblinkingly at it. Not even looking up when Chucho leaves the room with Sofia in tow. He turns the thin piece of paper over and over between his fingers. How could he have let something so small, so meaningless burrow under his skin? He knows his father is right. He has to stop letting this fear and insecurity control him and make him lash out at you. He needs to make a choice and he needs to make it now.

“Oh, did Chucho leave?” Your voice, soft and missing its usual melodic tone, tears Javier’s eyes away from the card. There you are standing in the hallway hair still damp from your shower but loosely braided to the side. You have your favorite navy blue linen overalls on, the ones you like to wear to clean around the house. You are a vision of domestic bliss. But he can see the weariness in your eyes. The hollowness that lingers in them now.

Javier clears his throat roughly, shoving the card into his pocket. He has no idea how long he has been standing staring at it. “Uh yeah, he took Sofia to church with him.”

“Oh. Okay.” Your voice is void of emotion or any of your usual lightness. Javier feels stiff and awkward like his limbs are full of sand and he doesn’t know how to be around you anymore.

You turn to walk away from him and Javier starts panicking. Is it too late? Has he pushed you too far?

Before he can talk himself out of it, Javier blurts out the one question he should have asked the day you arrived in Texas. “Can we talk for a second?”

The silence was deafening. You stopped mid-step towards your bedroom and did a half-turn back to him. Your brows furrowed as you studied the man before you. The Javier that stood before you now was not the same Javier you left behind in Colombia. So many things have changed, for both of you. The wrinkles around his eyes have grown more prominent and the gray in his hair is more noticeable. He still stands with his hands on his hips and hunched shoulders, always carrying the weight of the world on his back. But it was something in his eyes, those piercing eyes that once glowed like embers lost that spark and fire, that once spoke to you. Javier’s dark orbs transfixed you, their darkness overwhelming but there was a sadness to them now. A haunting darkness in them that goes deeper than you knew.

“Sure” You held his stare for a moment, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. His eyes widened as if he assumed you’d refuse his request.

Javier quickly shook the surprise from his face and schooled his expression back to its normal frown. He motioned towards the porch and opened the front door for you. You slowly lowered yourself into the nearest rocking chair as Javier leaned on the railing across from you. The crack of the front door shutting echo across the ranch. Javier cleared his throat as he flexed his hands on the railing and stared at a crack in the porch floor. He would kill for a cigarette. Or a bottle of whiskey.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about Javier?” You never used to call him Javier so much. Only when you pretended to be angry at him or when you were teasing him. It used to be fun, hearing you huff it out between laughs or moan it in his ear. Now his name on your lips is a reminder of the mess everything has turned into. Of all the mistakes he’s made. Of the lies, he’s told. All the reasons you left him. All the reasons that he hates himself. No wonder you left and maybe you should again. Maybe that is what’s best.

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“Javier?” You calling his name a second time caught his attention and his eyes finally met yours briefly before looking away again.

“Right. Yeah. I wanted to discuss your plans.” Javier’s hand scrubbed the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze.

“My plans?” You schooled your face into the picture of neutrality.

Javier huffed in frustration, “Yes. Your plans. Shit, you know what I am trying to say here.”

A cold fire lit behind your eyes, a predator eying their prey as they narrowed. “No Javier I don’t. I don’t know what I am doing here. I thought I did, for a moment I thought I knew what you wanted. Now? I am lost. You want to know my plan? I don’t have one. Not since you showed up in Miami and turned my whole life upside down.” You released a heavy breath trying to calm that fire that sparked in your veins.

Javier’s eyes flashed with anger and he set his jaw before he continued pressing, “I know that everything has not been the easiest lately, that I have not been the easiest to deal with-”

You scoff and wrap your arms around yourself. “Because everything was always so perfect between us.”

That struck a chord with Javier. He made mistakes. Tons of them even; but he always did what he thought would protect you. To keep you hidden from his world, from him, and the darkness that followed. He nearly growled his response, “I did what I had to do to keep you away from all that shit. To protect you.”

“Protecting me? Is that what lying to me about sleeping with your informants, all while you were fucking me is? Pretty sure that is exactly the opposite of protection Peña.”

Javier’s eyes turned cold and his next words cut you like a knife, “Well, I didn’t fucking leave without a damn word and hide a child from you.”

“You didn’t exactly give me any reason to stay. I was just a casual fuck to you and we both know if I hadn’t left, you would have.” You internally curse yourself for the tears brimming your eyes. You hate that after everything he still has this power over you, over your emotions.

Javier's whole body goes stiff, his voice is quiet barely audible above the sound of the ranch. “Is that really what you think of me?”

You lock eyes with his. Your anger quickly begins to dissipate the minute you see the pain in his eyes. “I-” You start but stop yourself.

Javier shakes his head as if he can shake the heartbreak away, “No. I don’t want to fight with you. This isn’t coming out right. I didn’t mean to..” But his voice trails off. He is desperately trying to find the words to tell you all the feelings and emotions that have been storming around in his head since the day you left.

It is a minute before either of you speaks. “I didn’t sleep with my informant that night. The one before you left.”

“What?” Your voice is barely a whisper over the frantic beating of your heart thumping in your ears.

“I hadn’t slept with any of them for a while. People just assumed and I never corrected them. I-I didn’t want to. I couldn’t admit to them or myself that you meant more to me than I let on. That you still do. I am sorry that I fucked up so much back then. That I pushed you away and made you feel that I would rather you run away than tell me you were pregnant. I am so sorry.” The tears in Javier’s eyes were clear as day.

“Javier” You slide out of the chair and stood behind him. Before thinking you reached your hand out and touched his shoulder. “No. I am sorry. What I did was unforgivable. I knew how much you did to protect me and I left like that knowing it would scare you. But in that moment, all I wanted was for you to hurt as much as I did. I was stupid and angry. What I did was selfish and cowardly, even if I thought I was protecting Sofia. I should have stayed and fought for this. How can you ever forgive me?”

“I did the moment I saw you with Sofia.” Javier’s hands find their way to your cheeks and he wipes away the tears streaming down them.

“Where do we go from here?” Your hand finds its way to his cheek as you look at Javier.

He rests his forehead on yours, “I don’t know.” He slowly leans in and brushes his lips against yours. Giving you every opportunity to push him away. But you don’t. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, needing the grounding force of his body against yours.

Javier’s hands move to your neck, your waist, your hair, and back to your face. His scent surrounds you. He pours every ounce of emotion within him into this kiss. He pulls you flush against his chest and a whimper falls from your mouth. It only urges him on and he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip. Begging you to let him in, to let him taste you again.

You immediately give in to him. To the feelings coursing between the two of you. You reach up and pull his hair and a deep growl reverberates from Javier’s chest. His hands slide their way to your hips, then to your ass and he squeezes. It’s as if he thinks if he lets go of you, this would have all been a dream. His movements are hurried and needy. He is desperate for more of you.

You finally pull away to breathe but Javier just continues kissing down your jaw to your neck. He finds your ear lobe and sucks it into his mouth and pulls. Scraping his teeth on the delicate flesh. “Let’s go inside.” He whispers into your ear but you are jello in his arms. Hardly able to think straight. He slowly starts walking you backwards into the house. As you cross the threshold into the front hall your hands grip his jacket, trying desperately to tear it off him. Javier drags his mouth away from your neck long enough to rip his jacket and shirt off before descending onto your lips again.

This time as he crashes his lips to yours he grabs a handful of your ass and yanks you into him, his leg falling between yours. You let out a sharp gasp which he takes quick advantage of and pushes his tongue into your mouth. It's clumsy and frantic how the two of you grip each other. Trying to get as close as humanly possible. Your back slams into the nearest wall as you reach for the belt loops in Javi’s jeans and drag him impossibly close to you. As he is pressed against you Javi lets a deep groan loose as he drags his teeth down your throat, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving marks as he goes.

You are drowning in him. The sensation of his body pressed against yours, his hands digging into your ass, your thighs, tugging on your hair. The feeling of his lips on yours after so long without him. It's all too overwhelming, this is all you have been thinking about since the day he burst back into your life. Javier pulls away from your neck and brings his hands to the sides of your face.

“Wait, wait… Is this okay?” His voice is gravelly and lower than usual. His deep brown eyes are burning into yours. You want to laugh. Of course, this is more than okay, this is all you crave anymore. Javier. He consumes every waking thought and he invades your dreams. He is the biggest nuisance and he is everything you have wanted.

“No.” The minute the word leaves your mouth Javier shifts to move away from you but you stop him by grabbing his belt and pulling him back in. “No this is not okay. This is perfect.”

The two of you fall back into a familiar dance; your bodies fitting together perfectly, like two harmonies coming together in perfect time. Javier knows exactly which strings to pluck to make you sing, he has every curve, dimple, scar, and stretch mark memorized. As you lay back trying to regulate your heartbeat, you find Javier tracing the new marks on your stomach; gifts from the beautiful daughter you both brought into this world. He lightly runs his fingertips up and down, side to side. Silently adding them to his memory of you. He every so often presses soft kisses on your hairline. After a few silent moments, his eyes finally meet yours, a small smile decorating his face. You reach up and trace the lines at the corners of his eyes. You both have changed so much but at this moment, here, it suddenly feels like no time has passed between the two of you. You are back at his apartment in Colombia with a cool breeze blowing through the window carrying the smell of the Arepa shop down the street.

Javier’s hand paused in its path, “I know we have so much yet to figure out-”

“Please let's not do this now.” You begged him not wanting to ruin this perfect moment.

“Will you ever just let me finish a sentence?” Javier sits up to look down at your face, a playful glint in his chocolate eyes.

You lean up and place a chaste peck on his lips, “Nope.” and try to turn away from him.

“You are gonna want me to finish this one.” Javier takes the chance to playfully pinch your sides and laughs as you yelp and try to squirm away from him. “I know we have a lot to talk about and figure out. But I want you to know that I am all in. I want to build a life with you and our daughter, I want a house and a dog and the fucking white picket fence. I want it all. But I want it with you. I love you. Te Amo mi alma. Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás.”

You stared wide-eyed up at him, completely frozen in place. Javier starts to panic. He pushed you for more than what you were ready for. He said too much too fast. Javier Peña, ever the fucking moron. Why can’t he ever keep his fucking mouth shut? Should he take it back? No that would be so much worse. Javier was so lost in the spiral of self-doubt and intrusive thoughts that he didn’t even notice the tears beginning to overflow out of your eyes or the way that your hand was squeezing his. When you reached up and held his cheeks in your hands he was finally able to silence his thoughts.

“You are everything I have ever wanted and I promise you I will work every day to show you how much I love you and to make up for all the time we lost because I was stupid and scared. You, Javier Peña, are the most frustrating man on the planet. You are stubborn and pig-headed and you make me want to scream half the time. But you are also the most generous, kind-hearted, and selfless man I have ever met. You gave me a daughter and I cannot thank you enough for that gift. I love you with my whole heart and I cannot wait to build a future with you.”

“You scared me there for a second Hermosa. I thought I had lost you there.” Javier quickly wipes a traitorous tear than escaped his eye. “And you have nothing to make up for mi amor.”

“Yes. I do. I am not going anywhere. I am all in.”

Javier leans down and places another soft kiss along your hairline before sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. He slowly stands as you lean your head back and close your eyes, taking in the moment. You hear him rifling through his pants on the floor by the bed, his belt buckle jingling and then softly thumping on the ground.

“Dammit” Javier huffs under his breath and snatches his briefs from the scattered pile of clothes around the floor.

“What's wrong?” You keep your eyes closed starting to feel the tug of sleep starting to drag you under.

“My cigarettes are in my jacket pocket. I’ll be right back.”

Javier closes the door lightly, knowing that you are starting to fall asleep and not wanting to disturb you. He follows the trail of clothes from his bedroom to the hallway until he finds his jacket tossed on top of Sofia’s stroller. He begins digging through the pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

“¿Buscas estos?” Javier turns and sees Chucho leaning in the doorway, the red carton of cigarettes dangling in his hand. “Las cosas salieron bien, ya veo?”

Chucho smirked as he gestured to the random pieces of clothing and shoes tossed around the hallway leading to Javier’s room. Javier cleared his throat awkwardly and snatched the cigarettes out of his dad’s hand. He slides one out and Chucho pulls a lighter out from his back pocket and tosses it to Javier. The cigarette glowed a vibrant orange as Javier lit it and took a long drag before tossing the lighter back to Chucho.

“Uh, sí. Sí, lo hicieron.” Javier returned his father’s smirk with a goofy grin. “Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía?”

“Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse.” Chucho turned to walk back into the living room as Javier let the cigarette dangle from his mouth and started collecting the miscellaneous clothing strewn about.

“Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas.” Chucho called from the living room. Javier rolled his eyes and made his way back to his room. Back to where you were waiting for him.

Things weren’t perfect. They never would be; you two aren’t exactly saints. But the sight that lay before him in his room reminded him that doesn’t matter. You were curled up in a ball in the middle of his bed with blankets scattered around and halfway on the floor and he could hear your soft snores fill the air. He pulled the blankets around you and contorted himself to fit next to you. He leaned back on the headboard and stared down at your sleeping form silently through the haze and smoke. He could hear Chucho as he moved about in the kitchen. The clangs of pots and pans combined with the soft rhythm of your slow breaths and soft snores. For the first time in a very long time, Javier felt completely at peace. He knew that he would rather fight with you than live another day without you. He knew in that moment that Sofia was the greatest gift to have ever happened to him; that you gave him that gift. He knew that from this day on he will fight, claw, and bleed for the two of you. His little family. Los Amores de su Vida.

2 years later

“This stupid fucking thing” with a deep sigh of exasperation Javier rips the bow tie out from the collar of his dress shirt and tosses it on the floor.

“Why the hell did you even buy the fucking thing. You barely button your shirt most days.” Steve hands Javier a glass of whiskey. “Drink and chill the hell out.”

Javier downs the amber liquid in one go, shoving the glass back into Steve’s waiting hand. “Forgive me for trying to look respectable on my fucking wedding day pendejo.” Javier swiftly unbuttoned the top two buttons and slid on his suit jacket. He stood adjusting and readjusting in the mirror for what felt like an eternity. Everything had to be perfect. You deserved perfect and he will make it happen if it kills him.

Chucho popped his head through the door, “Es hora Mijo.” Javier took a deep, shaky breath and turned to face his father. Chucho smiled and grabbed his son by the sides of his face and pressed his forehead against Javier’s, closing his eyes for a moment, “Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” Chucho Leaned back and Javier could see tears brimming in his father’s eyes.

“Gracias Papá.” Javier smiled back at Chucho as he smoothed his sweaty palms on his pants.

Chucho glanced at Steve, “Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Vamos.”

Your knuckles were completely white from the death grip you had your bouquet under. Connie had just made her way down the aisle with Sofia as the flower girl, awkwardly toddling in front of her. If her performance at the rehearsal told you anything, she dumped the entire basket of petals immediately over her head. But you don’t care about any of that. You only care that you are marrying the love of your life and the father of your child. The past few months haven’t been easy, you are marrying Javier Peña after all, the man is a well-documented hot head, and frankly, you are no better. The two of you have fought tooth and nail to be together and to build a life, a future.

Of course, nothing ever came easy for the two of you. Soon after you two made up, Javier decided to finally tell you he had to go back to Colombia. Oh, you were angry, for sure. Javier had to sleep in Sofia’s room for a couple of days before you had calmed down enough to talk to him. No matter how angry you were that he didn’t tell you, you knew Javier. He would never be able to rest until the Cali cartel was finished. He never got over being sent home for working with Los Pepes. He had unfinished business and even though you hated the idea, he went to Colombia while you and Sofia stayed in Texas. It was hard. He called. You sent care packages with drawings of Sofia and pictures. It didn’t change the milestones he missed. He did get leave for her first birthday, but it was never going to be long enough.

When you finally heard the familiar crackle of Javier’s truck on the gravel driveway you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Like you were finally able to take a full breath of air for the first time since the day he left. You had been in the kitchen all morning with Chucho making a welcome lunch. You were covered in flour and didn’t even take your apron off before sprinting outside. You flung the porch door open just as Javier was racing up the stops and launched yourself into his arms, nearly toppling him to the ground. There were tears and kisses and whispers of “I love yous” and “I missed yous” and “you are not leaving again.”

The two of you eventually, begrudgingly, untangled yourselves and Chucho brought a just woken up Sofia to the door. Javier immediately swooped her into his arms and rocked her against his chest. He was able to keep his cool with you but the minute his baby girl was finally in his arms again, he lost all composure and tears began to fall from his eyes. Javier took Sofia into the yard so he could try and get her to walk for him. You plopped down on the porch steps watching them play and babble back and forth. You could watch them for hours.

“Sofia, okay baby girl, walk to Mama. Go find Mama.” Javier walked behind her ready to catch her if she tumbled backward. Though she was walking on her own now, she was still unsteady and fell often and fell hard.

“C’mon baby girl. Come to mommy!” You reached out your arms as Sofia giggled and wobbled her way towards you with Javier in tow. Her stumpy little legs stopped right in front of your lap and you reached for her hands to steady her. As you grabbed her hands, she was holding something in them. She’s been hoarding rocks lately and you reach to grab it only to find that this rock wasn’t in fact a rock at all. It was a small box. “Javier, what is this?”

Javier was kneeling in front of you with his hand on Sofia’s back, “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

Now here you are almost 6 months later and you are waiting to walk down the aisle in front of all of your friends and family.

“Are you ready Mija?” Chucho grabbed your hand and placed it in the crook of his arm.

“More than ready.”

The whole day was a blur. It was full of tears and laughter and pure joy. Now as you sit with Javier on the porch swing gazing at the stars with your head in his lap as he runs his fingers down your back you feel completely at peace, at home.

“I know we said no gifts.” Javier paused his movements as you sat up.

“Javier, you promised.”

“I know but, I couldn’t help myself.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long slender, black velvet box. “Open it.”

“This is not fair. I don’t have anything for you!” You opened the lid and the tears were almost immediate. Javier may be the grumpiest man alive but he is also the sweetest. Javier bought you a beautiful silver necklace with three gemstones in a line. “Oh Javier, it's beautiful.”

“It's each of our birthstones. Mine, yours, and Sofia’s. I just, I don’t know, thought it would be nice. To have something of our family for you to wear”

“That's so sweet Javi.” You trace the stones with your fingertips, “It’s just that, uhm…”

“What? What’s wrong? Is it the setting? We can change it. We can return it if you don’t like it Hermosa. What is it?” Javier immediately went into fixer mode. He always took it upon himself to fix any problem you had, even the imaginary ones.

“NO. No. Javier, I love it! It’s just that, well, we are going to need to add a stone, that's all.” You looked up at Javier trying to hold back your smile and the tears. Jesus Christ, you didn’t know you had any more tears left.

Javier’s eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to figure out just exactly what you said. He looked at the necklace then back at you and it dawned on him. “What? Wait. Are you serious?” He reached for your hands as a jubilant smile flickered across his face.

“Yes. I found out last month.” He couldn’t contain his excitement as dragged you into his arms and kissed your head, your cheek, your nose, your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“But…but you were drinking? You had champagne and…and cocktails at dinner.” Javier’s words were rushed. His hands were rubbing up and down your arms, it seemed to be soothing him more than it was you.

“Connie had the bartender make mocktails and give me sparkling cider.” You reached up and wiped the tears off of his cheek.

“We are having a baby?” Javier’s wide dark mahogany eyes pierced yours. The tears already threatening to overflow.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap, “We are having a baby.”

Epilogue

Texas thunderstorms are a loud boisterous beast. The rumble of thunder shook the whole house and the cracks of lightning lit up the entire yard. The rain had been nonstop for the last couple of days. So much so that construction on yours Javier’s new home was put on hold until the weather subsided.

It was no worry though, Chucho loved having the house full of laughter and the thump of tiny little feet running around. Sofia definitely gives her Abuelo a run for his money, at just 4 and a half she is feisty as all hell and ALWAYS wants the last word. She has Chucho wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. Mateo is the opposite. He is the most soft-spoken and sensitive 2-year-old. Always trying to play peacemaker.

The rain drops beat against the kitchen window as you gather the marshmallows and steaming mugs of hot chocolate onto a tray. A new addition to the Peña family tradition of playing card games while it rains, hot cocoa, and playing out on the porch so you can sit and listen to the rain. Just like you did with your mom.

You balance the tray on your hip as you awkwardly try to open the screen door to the porch.

“Ay Mija, let me do that!” Chucho pulls Matteo off his lap and sets the book they were reading down. He grabs the tray from you and shoos you away. “Go on. Go, sit down.”

“Thank you, Chucho. I thought the third time would be easier but this one is doing jumping jacks on my kidneys I swear.” You lower yourself onto the porch swing, rubbing your belly absent-mindedly when you turn to Mateo and lift him onto your lap. “Are Papa and Sofia still yelling at each other?” You tickle his sides and his giggle erupts into the air. Mateo lays his head on your chest as you quietly hum and rub his back.

Javier and Sofia are competitive. She knows exactly how to rile him up. They have been playing go fish for an hour, and he has lost four times. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sight of your husband arguing with your toddler about counting cards as if she is a card shark in a casino.

“Here Mateo, pero ten cuidado. It's hot.” Chucho hands Matteo a small mug he got for his birthday. Steve and Connie got it for him, or “Unca Steve” and “Auntie Wonnie” as Mateo calls them. It had brightly colored jellyfish on it and it was from the Florida Aquarium. Steve took Matteo there when he was a baby and he was obsessed with the jellyfish and has been ever since. When we told Steve and Connie that I was pregnant with Mateo, Steve campaigned hard for Steve Jr. He about tackled Javier to the ground in the hospital room when we told him Mateo’s middle name was Esteban.

“Are you two done fighting over there? Your hot chocolate’s gonna get cold.” You took a marshmallow and pelted it at Javier’s head.

“Ay! Hermosa, quit it!” Javier gathered the cards and Sofia ran up to Chucho for her cup. You laughed to yourself as she convinced him to give her extra marshmallows on the side because “it's always good to have a snack with your drink.”

Javier plopped down beside you and Mateo on the swing chewing away on his Nicorette gum. He went cold turkey in preparation for Mateo and hasn’t had one since. He slid his arm around your shoulders rubbing the back of your neck and he playfully tries to steal marshmallows out of Mateo’s mug.

Sofia, after shoving all the marshmallows in her mouth at once, crawls up into Javier’s lap to sip on her drink. Chucho finished divvying out the rest of the mugs to you and Javier before sitting down himself. A silence fell over the Peña household as the pattering of the rain and the rumble of thunder in the distance created a beautiful song.

This blissful moment reminds you of a poem that your mother would read to you at night during loud crashing thunderstorms.

The clouds are shedding tears of joy, They fall with rhythmic beat Upon the earth, and soon destroy Dust dunes and waves of heat.

Each falling drop enforcement bears To river, lake and rill, And sweet refreshment gladly shares With wooded dell and hill.

Every flower, bud and leaf, Each blossom, branch and tree Distills the rain, 'tis my belief, To feed the honey bee.

I pity every wretch I find Who, frowning in disdain, Is deaf and dumb and also blind To beauty in the rain.

Rain causes destruction. Rain causes chaos. It is loud and booming. But rain also creates beauty. Rain creates stillness. It is also soft and peaceful. To find the beauty in the rain you have to look deeper beyond the noise and chaos. Only then will you discover the beauty in the rain.

You and Javier have been through so much together. Colombia was a difficult time and then everything that happened after. It nearly destroyed you both. You fought and yelled and screamed. You hurt each other. But you did not give up on each other. Together you tried to find the beauty beyond the chaos of your lives. You forgave each other. You worked together to create the beautiful life you now live. It is not always easy. But you both show up every day for each other.

The airy, fresh scent of petrichor filled your nose as the rain droplets thrummed away on the roof of the porch. Javier leaned over and kissed your head as his free hand fell to your protruding stomach. The scene around you was beautiful and a treasure hard-won. A teary smile spreads across your face as you bask in the outpour of love that fills the porch and this home. This moment, this life, this family, Chucho, your children, Javier. They are your beauty in the rain. They are what makes the chaos and strife worth it. They cleanse away the dust and hurt of the past to make life beautiful and vibrant and full of laughter, light, and love. You have spent your whole life searching and now find comfort in the fact you have finally found your very own beauty in the rain.

Masterlist

Spanish Translations:

Mijo - My son

Mija - My daughter

Te amo - I love you

Tienes todo mi corazón y siempre lo tendrás - You have all my heart and always will

Hermosa - Beautiful

Mi Amor - My love

¿Buscas estos? - Looking for these?

Las cosas salieronien ya veo? - Things went well I see?

Sí. Sí, lo hicieron - Uh, yes. Yes, they did.

Realmente bien. ¿Dónde está Sofía? - Really well. Where is Sofia?

Dormido. Ni siquiera llegó a comulgar antes de desmayarse - Asleep. She didn't even get to communion before she passed out

Recuerda usar protección esta vez. No tenemos lugar para más sorpresas - Remember to use protection this time. We have no room for more surprises

Llos amores de su vida. - The loves of his life

Vamos - C’mon

Pero ten Cuidado - but be careful

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hnybearx · 2 years

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Addiction || Prelude

Claire's POV

"FOR THE LOVE OF MY ARSE I JUST NEED A CRIT DMG MAIN STAT HAT FOR CHILDE!"

Once again, the screen of my laptop displayed the result of artifacts I got from the domain. I was getting tired of the same Def% status I got instead of the Crit ones. It was 2 AM in the morning and I'm still grinding to build my Childe.

"Come on, Claire, it's not that bad, you got some Crit sub-stats." A voice can be heard from the other side of the world. Tyrex and Jess, two of my best friends, is with me now. In Genshin. We are calling in a voice channel since we can't really meet up in real life.

"You could give it to Albedo," Jess suggested, trying to lift up the mood. I sigh in exasperation as I told her that Albedo was perfectly built and does not need any new or better artifacts.

"It's getting late. Maybe Mihoyo doesn't want you to sleep at 3-4 AM every day." Tyrex said with a sneer. I scoffed playfully and retorted back. "Yeah right Ms. I-don't-sleep-but-I-still-get-good-artifacts." We all laughed as we waited for our screens to lead us out of the domain.

"Darn it, no resin left." I opened my inventory to see if I have any spare fragile resin, but it was to no avail. I sighed once more.

Goodness, when will I be lucky in this game?

Never, and you know it.

Suffering from the 50-50 loss all the time, I decided to give up on my luck in the rolls. However, I thought I might have some luck left for domains. It was wrong. I was dumb to think that it is a possibility.

"I think I'm heading off now. I'll just yeet myself from your world and sleep." Jess logged out of the co-op and bid us farewell. Without a minute, Tyrex heads out as well as she would like to play other games instead of Genshin. By 5 minutes after the farewell goodbyes, I logged of Discord and went back to Genshin, just to farm for future updates.

It's now 10 minutes to 3 AM and I'm still fighting some hilichurls. Since it was not that hard to fight them off, I used another team just for fun. It was a shame that I decided to pick out the healer team instead of the shield team. The character on the screen now, a.k.a Jean is heading towards another pile of hilichurls. Our so-called targets are dancing around a bonfire in Dragonspine.

"I'm so sorry" I stated to no one in particular and started to lung the enemies to the nearest body of water. Barbara quickly took Jean's position and created her water hoop of healing. Then in mere seconds, it was switched to Diona as a shield starts to form around her. And by the next switch, it was Sayu with her claymore and rolling abilities. She rolled around them to create a swirl effect before Jean took her place and threw the hilichurls into the water. Before she could take the things dropped in the water, a sudden attack of blue arrows launched towards her, making her freeze.

"WAIT— HUH? OH! I MISSED ONE" I spam the space button on the keyboard to escape from the freezing form. Jean dashes towards the left-over hilichurl and threw them into the body of water, this time for good.

"Not bad. Could be worse, but oh well." I shrugged my shoulders before seeing the time again.

"I— 4.30 AM?! SHOOT I HAVE A MEETING TOMORROW! WAIT NO, TODAY!! it's in like... 5 MORE HOURS?!" I quickly logged off Genshin and shuts down my laptop. I quickly did my night routines and lay on the bed after. I sighed as I looked at the ceiling. What my friends didn't know is that I sleep by trying to do this trend named Shifting. It's like transferring yourself into another dimension, wherever you want. But with multiple failed attempts, I decided that it was a 'too good to be true' reality. My eyes strayed off the ceiling and towards my laptop on the table in the room.

"I think I'm way too addicted to this game." I turned away from the table and positioned myself to look at the wall instead, thinking it could be way interesting than the laptop. Which is not. But staring into nothingness just made me even sleepier. The world started to dim itself as my eyelids cover my vision and left me in the dark.

》《》《》《》《》《》《

I opened my eyes to see the bright light coming from the skies above me. My pupils started to adjust my vision with the intensity of the light before I realized, why can I see the skies?

A bird screeched and flew by the sky. My mind is trying to process everything I see. From the blue skies to the cool blue ocea—

"HUH?!" My body sprang from the ground— or should I say sand— and sat right up. With the frantic beating of my heart, I took in the whole new scenery in front of me. Although the sky here is way gorgeous than the sky at home, it was still a big shock that I went from sleeping in the comfort of my house to the sandy beach with a fantastic view.

"This could be a dream... Yes. That's right... a lucid dream..." I looked at my hands and decided that I should slap myself real hard. So I did.

"A SHIT— MOTHERFU–HmmmPhMH" I hold my right cheek in pain. Wait, pain.. huh... that's weird. Since the water was clear enough to reflect the clouds, I went to the body of water to check on myself. It was then that I realized, I look different AND my cheeks are red.

"Huh.. maybe I shifted? But I didn't plan nor scripted it.. and even if I did, I put the 'no pain + high pain tolerance' in one of the attributes..." I started to walk back and forth, trying to figure out which world did I accidentally went to.

"But... wait... Chicken Nuggets!" I closed my eyes and said the safe word I dictated in order to bring me back to reality. However, when my eyelids flutter open, I'm still on the beach. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Slowly but surely, my brain processes each and every possibility of this event.

"I can feel pain, I can NOT go back home, and the sun is setting. The only conclusion here is... I got isekai-d into wherever this place is.. "

IMPOSSIBLE!!" I screamed at my final conclusion. The birds around the area flew by the sudden sound. I went back to see my reflection by the water before it really turned into nighttime. My hair turned from brown to maroon red as my eyes went from hazel into sky blue. My stubby hands are now slender and my clothes... are still my clothes..

Wait I'm still using my pajamas—

Thank goodness I chose to sleep in hoodies and shorts. But wait my undergarments—

Swiftly lurking left to right, I can guarantee no one else is on the beach but me. I took a sneak peek inside my hoodies and sigh in relief that I was actually using proper undergarments.

Huh, must've forgotten to take them off

I didn't know how I still got my undergarments to despise loving the free moments at home. Nevertheless, it was one of those rare occasions that I am actually grateful to wear these uncomfy-lifting things.

Wait did I get smaller boo—

"Uhhh Paimon thinks that we interrupted someone's privacy" a loud, high-pitched voice was heard from my right side. My head turned to their way in nanoseconds that I think my neck was cracked (no it didn't). A small flying human and a long-haired male with a crop top stood there looking at me, who is looking at my own booba. My eyes went wide as I instantly recognize them.

"PAIMON?!"

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thecoddaughter · 11 months

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DNDads characters as Maisie Peters' 'The Good Witch'

HONEY, I'M HOME!

Guys, I'm back with DNDads as Songs thanks to this album. I tried to stay canon compliant with these, but you all know how my brain is.

The Good Witch - Sparrow

I cannot see anything that says Armageddon and not say its Sparrow "Still wants to politely and properly warn you, this is Armageddon" "When all I do is think about the past" "I still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad"

Coming of Age - Cassandra

As much as I like the concept of Cassie and Nick being married and then she was brainwashed into thinking they got divorced, I also like the idea that they were a bunch of flings or friends with benefits. "Was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights" "If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snakebite" "I’m quarrying new ground and I’m burning all your CDs" "I know I made you the big star" "I wish I could’ve seen it"

Watch - Grant

So I make Yeet Bigly a bigger part of Grant’s life in my head than he probably was to Grant but whatever… If the first person I came out to and liked very politely turned me down, I don’t know if I would ever get over that. But I never let go of anything… I like to think they have to have run into each other since if the Kiddads have traveled back and forth. "You took a road trip into the mountains. I feel like all of my exes have done that." "You’re still there. You look better. I fought it but I saw it and it sawed my right in half. You still get to me, but I still let you. You’re being a superstar and all I got are victim cards…" "You have a camcorder out of the 90s." "Everybody pretends that they’re great, but what if you actually might be." "Cause you broke my heart and my self-esteem"

Body Better - Darryl

DON'T QUESTION ME... I will never get off the train of Darryl and Carol needed to get divorced!

Want You Back - Morgan

I think once Morgan found out that Glenn lost Nick in that court case, even though it wasn’t really his fault, she would have very complicated thoughts… They do eventually get back together because obviously. But also she had to have felt like things with Jodie where just wrong, they never were meant to happen. About Glenn: "’Til you caught a teacher’s daughter with a dangerous text. I read it like a bible and I wore it like a bulletproof vest." "Found myself a lover that made everything rhyme." "So I know you did bad" "You left like an assassin, maybe that’s for the best." "The issue is I know of this and I still want you back." "I must go out with a stranger. I must kiss him to get stronger." About Jodie: "So I know you did bad" "Yeah I know it didn’t last and what was cheap to you, to me was all I had." "Found yourself a lover, I bet she doesn’t sing." "So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect." "It wasn’t real, it was for me but you know that."

The Band & I - the Dads

The entire vibe, not specific lyrics.

You’re Just A Boy - Normal and Hermie

This song is both of them at each other, because those two don’t communicate clearly and everything is just a mess. Both "You’re kinda awful but you’re not awful on purpose" "I’m on a one way trip to take over the world. You could’ve come but your head’s in the sand." "You were my best friend, my shoulder to lean on" Hermie "Gave a two word response, when I was having a breakdown. Oh Mr. Bruce Wayne, where is that cape now?" "But you just a boy and I’m kinda the man" Normal "Don’t you see that you’re losing this, I’m bout to be gone!" "Maybe your lost and just can’t see what you have" "Goodbye from your biggest fan. Goodbye from the bigger man."

Lost the Breakup - Veronica

Because she very clearly won the breakup with her and Scary’s dad. “I’m the greatest love that you waste,” come on! That is so Ronnie-coded.

Wendy - Scary

I struggled with this one… While this song is about a romantic relationship, I think it is Scary’s view of men (the boys, Willy, Terry) impacted by her dad. Her brain "Behind every lost boy, is always a Wendy" "If I’m not careful I’ll wake up and we’ll be married and I’ll still flinch at the sound of a door." "Lose the world that you live in, pretend that it’s what you wanted" Normal "I know the girl that you want and it scares me" Link "And you’re pretty like a girl ’til you’re vicious like a man" Taylor "Yeah you give up like a ghost, leaving halfway through the band" Willy "And you’re evasive on the phone ’til you’re sorry on the floor" "You’ll throw your rocks and you’ll scream that you hate me" Terry "Wait until he gets bored and wanders back to the forest" "It’s a life, I could have, I know."

Run - Hero

I feel like Hero is in her advice giving era and would probably have talked to the other girls, Normal, and Scary about this at some point. I feel like she has some bad past relationships due to her family’s complicated romantic entanglements… (also lyrics all say man but we know that aint true from some of these folk) "I’ve been lied to, I’ve been cut and deleted. I’ve her some things that I will leave unrepeated. I’ve seen some flags but the reddest one is:" To the Girls: "If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run! To Normal: "If he calls you up, says he so in love and it’s been one week you better run!" To Scary: "If you heart says ‘broke’ and your friends say ‘don’t,’ it’s and RIP you better run! As fast as you can, take a quick, sharp turn at the sight of the man and make it done." How she thinks: "If he says he’s real, he’s not" "He likes a promise if he don’t have to keep it. He hates a sentence when he has to mean it."

Two Weeks Ago - Glenn

A song cannot be sad and mention cars and me not think of Glenn and Morgan. This song is not about grief but god knows I will make it about grief! (I was crying thinking about them, even tho she’s alive now…) "When we said goodbye, wish I hadn’t let go and I wish it was two weeks ago." "You were driving fast, I was holding back and I loved you babe, but I bet you knew that." "And the song was true and the sky was black." "I wish when we went to the beach that day, we’d taken more pictures, I’d been more brave." "The song was true now it’s all I have… Now this song’s for you and it’s all we have."

BSC - Lark

Lark in the wake of the complicated relationship that is his life toward Rebecca. Listen to this one cause it didn’t write all the lines applied to him because the sone is an acronym for a reason… "We don’t speak cause its too tricky, but if I’m tricky, why’d you kiss me?" "If you don’t love me, why’d you’d act it? Love’s a verb and not a bandage." "I kept it in but it wrecked my organs." "If you don’t love me, what was April?" "You played a game but I run the table. Mr.-I-Don't-Want-A-Lable" "I am unhinged. I am scaling all these walls, I’ve gone within. "

Therapy - Veronica

This one might be cruel… Veronica after Terry died (but that isn’t confirmed yet… He’s just been shot! But it was all I could think about… Don’t hate me!)

There It Goes - Cassandra

Cassie again because I couldn’t think of anyone else. Except every time she talks positively about her new man I cringe remember she currently dating Willy. SO THIS IS WHEN SHE JUST GOT “DIVORCED”. "I’m reading novels, I’m dating but just dating for sport." "I’m doing better, I made it to September" "I feel it changing, I’m young but I am aging and I need you less than I did." "The girls and I do yoga. I wake up and it’s October, the loss is yours."

History of Man - Scary

This is Scary about her view of love and her parents. Her mom: "She stays up, he’s sleeping like a lamb. She begs him, he says he doesn’t understand. She loves him more than anyone ever has." Her dad: "I couldn’t believe it, how you could just stop wanting me." "You didn’t even falter. Didn’t look back once, did you?" "He stole her youth and promised heaven." Herself: "I’ve pleaded with the powers and their plans." "Hear my lyrics, taste my venom." Link (I am a gothcleats shipper, sorry): "I stay up, you’re sleeping like a lamb. I beg you and you don’t understand. I hold on, I try to hold your hand. I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand. So you’ll lose me, the best you’ll ever have."

#god this was a pain to format like always #dndads as songs #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dndads s1 #dungeons and d.a.d.d.i.e.s.#dndads spoilers

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unnocturnal · 2 years

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SDV Character Inspos

SO there was this prompt about character inspos in this SDV server im in and i guess im just in the mood to talk about why i chose the inspo i did LOL LONG POST! will add some other characters later since they're based off more general concepts and not actual characters LOL

Rosario -

1. Zhao Tianyou (y:lad) - literally his voice claim and everything. based alot of him off this guy from his teasing personality and the way he Gets Serious when it comes to people close to him

2. Shun Akiama (Yakuza 4) - Big personality contributor! he's flirty, smart but acts like a dumbass, and like. the perfect amount of sleezy that it comes off as charming LOL 3. Kogitsunemaru (Touken Ranbu) - based the whole white hair, fox motif off this guy. also he's cheeky so what a surprise 4. Geralt of Rivia (Witcher 3) - Less so the character and more so his occupation and world. I yoinked alot of the worldbuilding from the game and yeeted it into my stardew world LOL

5. Majima Goro (Yakuza Kiwami) - its the "he's crazy but one thing is for sure he's loyal as a dog" for me. also the "goating you into fights as a way of flirting" also the whole, living freely and fuck all the bullshit kind of thing. living for yourself and for your best.

6. Luka Redgrave (Bayonetta) - pathetic flirty little shit

7. Dante (DMC: Devil May Cry) - mostly an influence from one of my best friends irl, the badass fuck boy with an attitude i loved, also he's fucking metal i love him

8. Loki Laufeyson (MCU) - a trickster type cocky little shit that gets misunderstood, also enjoying the chaos. and the bisxuality. 9. Vampire Cookie (cookie run) - ...... the hair.

Luz -

Lady Demitrescu (RE: Village) - tall vampire lader that could crush me without a second thought and long extendable nails haw yee

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer) - sister to the MC, unwilling transformation into supernatural creature, struggles to reign in new instincts to prey on humans, cool fire powers that come with cryptid-hood

Olivier Armstrong (Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood) - shes hot, strong and can kill me

Luisa Madrigal (Enchanto) - shes hot, strong, and can kill me (but she wouldn't) also body type inspo

Jeanne (Bayonetta) - compared to bayonetta (rosario)'s outright flirt-teasing, jeanne (luz) tends to be a little meaner with her goading. also oooo shes hot strong and can kill me (i swear im biromantic)

Rouge -

1. Mirei Park (Yakuza 5) - face claim and also a big personality contributor. manipulative but in a way she wants the best for you, harsh but also for the same reason, intimidating, head strong, reliable, and has gone through way too much shit

2. Kiryu Kazuma (Yakuza) - big family woman like him and is super-unnaturally strong and durable. has his strength and everything. also an orphan that grew up with other orphans, and took care of them.

3. Nishikiyama Akira (Yakuza) - bad bitch honestly LMFAOJFOSDIF no i mean like there was a turning point in Rouge's life where she couldn't go back to what things were, and she fully committed herself to the underworld....

4. Osamu Kashiwagi (Yakuza) - Scars

5. Mine Yoshitaka (Yakuza 4) - yoinked the gayness and last name from this one

#lucian babbles #farmer rosario #farmer luz #farmer rouge

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Penny! My love! For your ask game—

I wish you would write a fic for Born To Run Marcus where he goes on a run with his girl. What would that look like I wonder. Would there be some detours along the way? Maybe a good rub down afterwards to alleviate sore muscles?

Love you

[This has been sitting in my drafts with like 2 sentences to go for MONTHS, oops. Finishing it real quick and yeeting it out into the world as part of my plan to clear out my drafts, inbox, and get caught up. I LOVE YOU!]

Cat!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking after my beloved BtR babies, I love them so much. 🥺

So I mentioned before that Marcus is not a runner. He does the bare minimum to meet the FBIs requirements but otherwise does not run unless being chased.

(This hc is brought to you by the incredibly endearing way PP does not run. He is adorably terrible at it and I adore him for it. Dave York is the worst offender [that jog!!!!!! Oh, gods] but I automatically assume all PP characters HATE RUNNING.)

But let's say that Marcus wants to try to run a 5k with you one day. Let's say that, perhaps, there's a company 5k and you give him Those Eyes and asks him to do it with you. (You know all his weaknesses by now, and one of the biggest ones is that he cannot say no to you when you look at him Like That.)

So, Marcus trains. He goes on a few runs and hits up the gym a little more frequently after work. He loves how you love running, after all, and he likes seeing how your face lights up when you talk about it. You mostly train separately due to work schedules and the fact that your runs are your time and he knows it, but on the day of the race, you're both ready to tackle it together.

The race starts, and you're off. You stick with him, because you signed up for this together and that means you're running it together, dammit. For the first half mile, he easily keeps pace with you. Those long legs ain't for nothing, after all. He likes watching you, your form, the fact that you are still somehow breathing through only your nose (how??), and the little beads of sweat that are starting to form at your temples.

He wants to pull you off the path and lick them off of you.

At three quarters of a mile, Marcus is secretly wishing you'd slow down a little, but doesn't say anything. You notice, though. Of course you do. At the one mile marker, Marcus is visibly not enjoying keeping pace with you, and you slow your pace down.

"What are you doing?" Marcus gasps out.

"Slowing down a little," you say.

"Don't do that," he argues. "I know you can go harder than this."

You shoot him a look. "It's a company 5k. I don't care about my time."

"Baby..." Marcus protests, but you cut him off immediately.

"We do this together or not at all," you say, with that stubborn ferocity he loves. The obstinate look in your eyes makes him smile through the pain in his joints, and he shoots you a wink.

"Yes, Ma'am."

This isn't part of the ask but I keep thinking about how Marcus would act if you WON a race. You aren't typically competitive at the elite level, but let's say it's a relatively small race. You know that there will only be fifty or so runners, and you think you might have a chance to actually win. So, you start doing speedwork. Intervals, sprints, hill training... you do it all. Running is, above all else, a competition with yourself. You just want to see if you can do it.

Race day comes, and you're a little nervous. You've trained for speed for a couple of months and it's making you put quite a lot of pressure on yourself.

Marcus notices that you're fidgeting near the start line.

"Hey," he murmurs in your ear. "You know I think you're incredible no matter what, right?"

You give him a brilliant smile in return. "I know," you whisper.

"You've worked so hard," he says. "You're going to be amazing."

After the starting gun goes off and all the runners have disappeared from view, Marcus paces and does calculations in his head. If you can keep the pace you'd targeted in training, you'd be crossing the finish line in just under twenty-two minutes. It's a challenging pace for you, he knows this. You aren't used to running seven-minute miles. But you've worked so hard for two months and he knows you've gotten your mile time down significantly.

Can you keep it up? Marcus wonders as he glances at his watch for the hundredth time.

Some of the spectators start cheering, and his head snaps up. The front runners of the race have come into view. He barely even has to look--he knows your gait in his sleep. He knows your "lucky" race shirt and he could spot the silhouette of your body from a mile away. The minute he looks, he knows--you're leading the pack.

Marcus starts toward the finish line with his heart in this throat. He looks at his watch again. Twenty minutes, fifteen seconds. You're not just on target, you're ahead of schedule. He knows your training runs inside and out (you never stop talking about them), and he knows you've never run this fast.

His heart swells with pride, and, despite the fact that this is an incredibly low-stakes race, he can feel a lump starting to form in his throat.

As the group nears the finish line, you start to sprint, keeping ahead of the person who's desperately trying to overtake you. Marcus finds himself shouting nonsense as you approach.

"Go!" he yells. "Go! Yes, yes, yes, YES!!"

The last "yes" coincides with your arrival at the finish line, and he barrels toward you and takes you into his arms the minute you decelerate.

"You did it," Marcus exclaims, a brilliant smile on his face. "You did it."

You're still gasping for air and slightly delirious, but he feels your fingers dig into his shoulders. You're disgustingly sweaty, but he's always found that he likes you like this--disheveled and short of breath and red-faced and absolutely radiant.

Your legs give out somewhat as you slump against him.

"I--" you begin. "I--dunno how f-fast I was going," you sputter.

"I think your pace was under seven," Marcus tells you, pulling back to see your face.

"Under--?" you repeat dumbly.

"Mmhmm," he confirms. "Amazing job, honey."

"Hey," you slur, "don't they have like, a free pancake breakfast for the finishers?"

Marcus laughs. "Don't you want to get your medal first?"

"Oh, right," you murmur. You look up at him hopefully, with wide eyes and parted lips as you try to regain the oxygen you need. "Then pancakes?"

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Two stories for the price of one??? Who am I? (The second story is based on a real, very small run I've done (I've never won it, there are too many cross country kids in high school and I am An Old(tm) but there's a free pancake breakfast afterwards and I am always so excited for the free food lol)

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holdharmonysacred · 2 years

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I keep seeing a really weird uptick in posts dunking on SU discourse shit and arguing that the show never did anything wrong, and I think that’s pretty unfair to both the actual complaints being made and SU itself, you don’t do a show good by acting like all criticism of it is inherently invalid. It usually happens in the context of shitty old “UGH people can’t handle MORAL COMPLEXITY” (read: Diamonds discourse), so I think it’s worth saying:

The problem with the Diamonds is at the end of the day, they are a victim of not just mechanical issues like bad writing and poor time management, but of horrifically clashing themes and metaphors. The Diamonds are introduced as metaphors for a whole host of real-world oppressive authorities - they are queerphobes, they’re racist, they hate disabled gems, they run a caste system that enslaves people, they’re colonizers who destroy other planets - and the show commits to these metaphors onscreen in detail for most of the series. The Crystal Gems fighting against the Diamonds is a metaphor for activism and resistance against real-world oppression, like Garnet’s entire thing being a metaphor for the fight for gay rights. And this is the metaphor that a lot of SU’s fanbase signed up for in the first place, particularly with the show’s hype as a progressive piece of media, which caused some problems when the show just up and yeeted the whole thing into the garbage can in the latter half of season 5 and swerved into “Actually the whole show was a metaphor for reconciling with shitty bio family members the whole time". Had the show committed only to the themes of family from the start, rather than hamming up “and the diamonds are oppressive tyrants who hate marginalized people” for basically the whole series, the firestorm when the Diamonds got redeemed at the end probably wouldn’t have been as bad because the audience wouldn’t have spent the past several years of watching getting primed for “the Diamonds are tyrants and metaphors for real-world oppressors”. By committing to these clashing metaphors though, the show blundered into an end message of “If you want to end homophobia, activism isn’t the solution, you should instead try to convince your homophobic grandma to Just Stop Being Homophobic, and she’ll magically change her mind! Also if you instead cut ties with your homophobic grandma due to said homophobia, you’re a baaaaaaad person”, and that is what actually set people off. (It also doesn’t help that the show had the bad luck of airing during a time in history were all the shit it was using as metaphors was getting way way worse IRL, and the audience was growing keenly aware of just how much “just talk to bigots to make them stop being bigoted” does not work).

How could they have avoided all of this? I have no fucking idea. Honestly I think the thematic core might’ve been a time bomb waiting to go off regardless, because marketing a message of “you should reconcile with your shitty family members!” to a queer audience when more often than not said audience has very good reasons to cut ties with their own shitty family members is just setting yourself up for failure. I do think though that if the crew was that set on the family themes, they shouldn’t have committed as hard to “the Diamonds as oppressors” as they did, because it really is a little silly to have, say, the conclusion of Peridot’s arc be “You cannot simply talk Yellow Diamond out of doing colonialist, oppressive bullshit, you have to fight back”, only for the end of the series to do a 180-degree turn and say “Actually you can talk Yellow Diamond out of doing colonialist, oppressive bullshit!”.

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