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sophieswundergarten · 1 year

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@nobody33333333 Look! I actually completed my notes on the day the chapter was posted for once /s

Asjasdgkjaafdgkjakhjafkhjdfa!!!! ALREADY LOSING IT!!!! SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY YOU UPDATED TODAY.

The contrast of Curtain being like "Hmm. I have been betrayed yet again. Oh well." and trying to treat it like a mild inconvenience because he's, like, horribly desensitised, versus Sticky who's like "It's all over. We lost, the others have been captured, it's the end. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop and squish me like a bug" is actually kind of funny in a very sad way

HEY CURTAIN. MAYBE PART OF YOUR ISSUE IS THAT YOU'RE REFERRING TO CHILDREN AS "BACKUPS"

"Not when he himself knew how it felt to be unwanted and alone" He's still wrong and I want to smack him, but also I feel kind of bad now

It's very funny and also sort of heartbreaking that he actually finds Reynie's joke "very funny", even though he had to puzzle it out first

THIS MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME IN LITERAL YEARS HE'S ACTUALLY LAUGHED, AND IT'S FOR SUCH A HORRIBLE REASON.

Bods, your trick with unreliable narration is spectacular. I am always getting caught off-guard by how deluded Curtain can be

"And he would stop at nothing to make sure that Kate Wetherall was never alone or abandoned again" YES YES YES YES. OH MY WORD I AM ELATED I AM OVER THE MOON THIS IS AMAZING I AM SO SO SO VERY EXCITED I LOVE THIS

It's so, so painful and fascinating how you detail Curtain's projection onto/identifying with Sticky making him actually hurt and vulnerable. There's a depth of character and complex thought that isn't seen in the show

Not a huge detail, but I love that he refers to them as "his brother's children" in that way :)

BUT HE PUSHES HIMSELF AWAY BECAUSE HE CAN ONLY THINK IN THE BINARY OF WINNING/LOSING. IF HE ACTUALLY HAD A BRAIN THEY MIGHT HAVE GOT SOMEWHERE OH NO

And once again you've taken canon show plot points and made them so much more painful with your own details. He's not just grieving the loss of Nicholas, he still isn't over losing Pedalian. Or his wife, or even Kate's mom or Milligan or Garrison. He may not have permanently lost all of those people, but he's still frozen in the process of mourning what he once had because he won't let himself feel it

"No. Curtain couldn’t forgive them. / And he would never forgive himself." Well, that's a lot more gut wrenching than I was expecting it to be. His main hangup isn't that he's angry, it's that he's guilty

Oof. That cut off in the middle of Curtain’s rant is beautiful.

Circus choreography!! Yes!! I love how you keep sneaking in backstory references!

Akadskjhdkjhdsakj. I know, I know, you keep reminding me that this is all dictated by the show and it’s not really your fault, but it’s definitely your fault that I’m so dang attached to your version of these characters now and I am going to replace all your scissors with palette knives

Oh my word, of course the Grays somehow missed Milligan having a bunch of flares in his pocket

Oh boy. Jeffers. I still feel a little bad for him, and, honestly, if all the other Grays hadn’t also thought it was Curtain speaking, I really think he would have been fired over this

WAIT. It’s the rock throwing kid!!! Once again, your J&J dialogue is absolutely immaculate and I can very much see them saying this. But I have so many questions about this kid

(Especially because he’s chucking rocks at a seagull. Rude)

SQ!!!!!!

He has no idea what horrors await him

Erika!! I still quite like her. She has to put up with a lot

THE BIRD STUFFED ANIMAL

Oh no, and he really has never left the island before. This is awful. I am so sad for him. Especially because we don’t see him basically at all in S2 and so you have pretty much free reign to Put Him Through Things and I Am Scared, Bods

“He must have been pretty tired” Oh my goodness yes. The man must be exhausted. I hate knowing that he’s just going to fight with Nicholas when he wakes up :(

“It felt more like looking in a broken mirror” No. Oh heavens this is so painful I am regretting being excited about this chapter now I am SAD /j

And, once again, they are both somehow thinking a lot of the same things about each other, but horribly warped and self-deprecating

I do so deeply love the little overlapping argument they have, though, from an audience standpoint, and you did not disappoint with your spin on it!!!!

Adfjjdas I love that Curtain actually listened and took that acid into account. He was probably just like her when they were little

And somehow Curtain is still reacting to the pretend Nicholas he has built up in his head that’s being puppeted by his own self-doubt and shame!!! JUST TALK TO HIM FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU IDIOT

“his close associates or family members (SQ and Garrison)” EEE!!!!! I know there are so many other horrible, awful things going on but I love that he still includes her mentally as important (Even if he’s being a bit stupid about it)

“Maybe he was finally getting through to his brother” NO!!! THE DRAMATIC IRONY AND INEVITABLE BETRAYAL

(I do have to wonder, though, how much of that speech was genuine, and Curtain was just lying to himself that he didn’t feel it at all…)

“Maybe Nicholas hadn’t lost his brother to The Sender” Another insanely poetic and cutting line. I love your style of writing so incredibly much, Bods

Okay. Okay. But “So familiar that Curtain himself almost instinctively stepped forward to catch Nicholas in his arms. But he held himself back and scoffed as Nicholas hit the floor with a loud thud” and how Milligan tried to catch Curtain in Chapter 7, and that little narrative hint about how it might have changed the outcome, and then this :(

Also, following it up with “It was only fair considering Nicholas had sent those children to make him pass out” Oh my word he’s so petty. Sibling Behaviour

ELEVATOR TIMER???? Either I didn’t notice that (Entirely possible) or you invented it, and either way, that is AMAZING

Secret Back Entrance!!!!

Marie Curie’s notebook, Bods!! The idea that Garrison is just subtly packing up and hiding during All That is insane.

(I wonder if Nicholas reminded her at all of how Curtain used to be a bit)

I adore how Number Two immediately goes after Curtain in whatever way possible. That is exactly what I would expect from her and it made me so happy.

Also!!! The kids running off to check on Mr. Benedict as a unit with Rhonda and Number Two’s reaction is so lovely. I cannot get over how you write them

WHOOO!!!!! I always get such a rush when you publish a new chapter, Bods. (And I was secretly hoping that you might have something ready today, because it’s my birthday and this was so, so fun to read) I’ll never know how you do it, but the fact that I can read something that is written from a tv show I have seen several times, which was in turn based off a book I have read even more times, and you still give me the ability to look at it with fresh eyes is a wonderful gift.

You are so skilled!!! I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next, especially with the hints you keep dropping about certain things. And we’re almost at the end of S1!!!! I can’t believe it. You have been setting this up with such an amazing build up that I looked back and couldn’t believe how much you’ve written!! This new chapter gets you to 164,237 words. That’s longer than The Two Towers. You’ve basically written an entire novel already, and you’re not even finished yet!! One of these days I’m going to have to take up bookbinding just so I can create a physical copy for myself to actually hold.

Thank you, thank you, thank you once again for sharing this amazing piece of writing :D

And I hope you have a lovely day

#And I think it was short enough this time that I don't have to weird text breaks!!#Nice #I hope it's not too short #Still going insane over the stunning visuals this created in my head though #All the intercut scenes of all the different humans going through so many different things #Please also know that if I ever get excited about a Show thing I forgot (Or even in general)#It doesn't detract from your writing at all #I'm just excited over how you worked it in/made it new with your phenomenal language art skills #Thank you so much for this!!!!#s.o.s.

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kimdeals · 2 years

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#sandman rant i dont wanna clog anyones dash (do ppl still use this site??? anyway)#im actually surprised on what a good show netflix sandman is like its obv not a super faithful adaptation to the saga #(i realize tht now tht im reading the comics) but its still amazingly interesting n the visuals r stunning #and every actor was PERFECT and an upgrade (like lucienne)#and i actually liked tht they didnt show nada's story for example or tht they changed the rose-jed story #it makes it more compelling and more dramatic which i enjoy when im watching a tv show #or constantine's story as well i actually liked the tv episode more than in the comica cause it was rly short #anyways i have more opinions but for now i can say as a consumer im happy w Both medias

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hpdfag · 22 days

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idea for amazing vent art versus itd be SOOO triggering to draw

#... servant's song ♪#visually? itd be stunning. the short bit of dialogue? intriguing. however considering itd be directly depicting a traumatic event‚#the aesthetics? banger. the optics? ot great!

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cherryjuiceblues · 1 year

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐊 𝐀𝐓

➯ HARRY’S GROWN IN SOME PLACES AND Y/N IS MORE THAN OBSESSED. ✰ sexual content. size kink. daddy kink. degradation. creampie. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 5k

Harry was changing.

And he had been for a while. Slowly but surely—bit by bit—and all Y/N could do was sit back and watch.

Y/N thinks (and she knows she’s biased because, well, she loves him more than life itself, but still thinks) that Harry will always be the most beautiful man in any room. No matter his age, or the clothes he wears, or the facial expressions his features are presenting, he will be pretty personified to her.

And she never thought he could look better. Because he always looked like he’d been handcrafted, slaved away at for hours to achieve the sharp line of his jaw or the divine slope of his nose.

But now he was changing.

And Y/N was wrong.

Another thing she believes (or had believed) is that being with Harry removed any and all of her preferences when it comes to attraction. No matter the way he looked, Y/N loved it—would never change a thing—would never think that maybe that shirt would look better if his chest hair was thicker or that those trousers would be sexier if his thighs were bigger, or that that suit would be more impressive if he was taller.

Because Harry was visually stunning, always. And even if in the past, Y/N might have been more attracted to a rugged beard, or a different hairstyle, or a specific type of dress sense, then all of that went out of the window when she met Harry.

But now, Y/N was being proven wrong.

She supposes it was a small change at first, so subtle that she didn’t even notice—because Harry had always been strong, even if it didn’t necessarily show and he’d never hesitated to throw Y/N about whichever way he pleased (which could tend to be an insecurity of hers at times).

When she did start to notice though… Nothing else could catch her attention. Whenever he walked into the room her eyes would drift, and whenever she was looking at him whilst he spoke, she’d be itching to lower her gaze and feel her pupils dilate.

Harry didn’t understand at first. He had picked up on her recent lack of concentration, and of course he had, he was attentive—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was distracting her so much.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

It’s when the weather starts to warm up enough to get his arms out that it clicks.

And that’s what he’s smiling about now, as he hauls patio furniture about and potters around—in a black tank and highlighter yellow short shorts—doing all the garden jobs that had been ignored during the winter and spring. Admittedly with much more flexing than is necessary—after his minx of a girlfriend reacts far too excitedly at the delivery of a new pod chair, and squeezes her thighs together in anticipation, before proceeding to lounge around in her shortest of sundresses with the horniest of gazes as she watches him work.

Harry’s trying to be subtle about his amusement, wanting to play with her for as long as he can now that he knows why she’s been drooling for him more than usual. But his tummy is fluttering with excitement as he schemes the best way to rile her up.

He thinks she’s probably already wet, if the clenching of her thighs is anything to go by as she sits in the pod chair she watched him assemble; her naked legs swinging gently. And he’s worked up quite the sweat, out in the sun for a while already—droplets starting to trickle down his back.

So he thinks it only natural to remove his shirt, biceps straining as he reaches behind him to tug the material over his head.

Y/N’s breath hitches. No matter how many times she sees Harry’s body, it makes her go all silly without fail. And the same happens now as his glistening, tanned, ink-covered torso is revealed and her eyes start to fight over which part of him to gawk at first.

He’s big. Bigger than he’s ever been—and Y/N must send his PT some flowers or something because she’s sure she’s never been so turned on in her life and that deserves a thank you, doesn’t it?

Harry’s chest rises and falls gently, pecs dusted in sweat-soaked hair that Y/N has never wanted to lick more. She knows she can stare; is well past the point in their relationship to care about being caught—wants to get caught even, to aid his teasing that does so much to her insides. A drop of sweat trickles in between his abs and Y/N always swore she didn’t care for the definition of those muscles, but on Harry… he looks like the posterboy for all pornstars. Everyone’s wet dream, everyone’s type, everyone’s secret fantasy.

Yet, it’s still his arms that stun her the most. She’s not sure why—if it’s solely because of some undiscovered size kink or how obviously he could overpower her—there might not be any deeper meaning other than looking sexy and strong. Maybe it’s because they’re so big that they bulge with every movement, muscles contracting and golden, tattooed skin stretching. Maybe it’s the fine hair that covers his forearms—that have also become considerably thick and meaty. Y/N has lost count of the amount of times she’s wished to sink her teeth into them. Especially when a particular vein or tendon makes itself prominent. Paired with the fact that she has always been undeniably turned on by his hands and Y/N doesn’t stand a chance.

It’s like the man she’s known, who was already completely and utterly everything she could ever want, has been multiplied by ten. And now Y/N is left to try and function as a normal human being with this Greek god of a man who has arms bigger than her head.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“—I don’t think I love you anymore.”

Y/N flinches, eyes shooting up to Harry’s and away from his body.

“Oh, so now you listen to me,” he rolls his eyes, smirk obvious.

“That’s not funny, Harry.” Y/N frowns, heart going a million beats a second. “Why would you say that, you dick.” She hoists herself out of the chair and storms towards the patio doors. With no way she’d ever make it very far, as Harry drops the tools he was using to assemble a coffee table and hastily swoops in behind Y/N—wrapping her up in the things that got her into this position in the first place.

Her back meets his chest. His bare chest. And his face meets her neck, stubble tickling her skin. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it.” He’s smiling. Y/N feels his arms tighten around her waist. “You weren’t listening t’me, were you?”

She huffs and says, “No,” in a tone that Harry never appreciates.

“You know I don’t like it when you ignore me. I’m far too needy, aren’t I?”

Y/N hums something incomprehensible, ashamed by her pathetic reaction to such a basic body part.

“C’mon, come back. Y’givin’ me something pretty to look at whilst I work.” Harry pinches her waist and she can’t help but shriek a laugh, body betraying her when his fingers dig in.

“You weren’t even looking at me,” Y/N scoffs, reluctantly making her way back to her chair as Harry finishes up on the floor.

“How would you know?” His arms bulge as he screws the table together. “Weren’t exactly staring at m’face, were you, love?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, fluffing up her dress around her thighs.

“I’ve noticed something recently,” Harry starts, admiring his handiwork before getting to his feet and making his way over to Y/N. He picks up a previously ignored bottle of sun tan lotion on his way. “Or, you’ve noticed something, I suppose.”

He kneels before her, hands steadying the gentle swaying of the chair before he smooths them down her legs and props her foot up on his thigh. Y/N pretends to not have a clue. It makes her belly tingle with juvenile excitement.

“What do you mean?”

Harry pops the bottle open and generously squeezes the lotion into his palm. It’s cold as it meets Y/N’s calf, and she twitches a little. But Harry’s hands are warm; he already knows that thirty seconds of this will have her melting into him.

“You think I don’t see the way you’ve been looking at me lately?” He massages the muscle in his palms and Y/N sighs blissfully.

“I always look at you the same, my love,” she exhales.

“Hm? And how’s that?”

“Like you’re the only man in the world.”

Harry pinches her thigh and Y/N yelps. “Don’t get all soppy on me now. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” and like the sadist that he is, Harry subtly flexes his arms—covertly enough that it looks like a completely involuntary twitch of the muscles. But Y/N’s eyes snap there regardless, and Harry smiles, vast palms moving up higher on her leg as he applies more lotion and starts on her thigh.

“I don’t know, Harry. Why would I look at you different? What’s different about you?” Her voice holds the tiniest of inflections that only Harry would notice means she’s being playful. And it riles him up some.

“Okay, baby. If that’s how you wanna play.” Harry switches legs. He’s much less slow and tender, digging his fingers into her calf and holding firmly when she tries to pull away. The strength he exhibits only has Y/N’s eyes even more trained to his body. When he gets to her thigh he pushes her dress up until her underwear peeks out and delivers a harsh, unexpected slap to the inside—purposely where it hurts a little. Y/N gasps and her hips push up. Harry pays her no mind, applying more lotion before rubbing it in—far too high under her dress where no sun is reaching—and Y/N can see where this is going. Which Harry is coming out.

It all happens so quickly; Harry’s hand pushing against her collarbones to angle her awkwardly against the deep back of the chair, slumping her body surely unattractively, before flipping her dress up higher and tugging her to the edge. His breath fans against her warmth, cruel eyes looking up at Y/N in her stunned state. He leans down and his arms curl under her thighs, hands resting atop and squeezing them tauntingly. God, she can feel his biceps tensing against her.

He’s right there. Lips ghosting across where she needs him. Close enough to barely peek his tongue out and have it meet. Right there. And then he’s gone. Shrugging her legs off his arms and standing up, making some comment about how they need to buy some more sun tan lotion as he goes to walk inside.

Y/N is scrambling off the chair. “Fuck you!” Her hand shoots out and grabs Harry’s wrist. Immediately he spins and flinches away from her, replacing her grip with his own and twisting her arm behind her back. Her chest pushes into him as he leans down.

“You think I haven’t noticed how much of a brat you’ve become?” His voice slicks down her thighs. Oh. “Never fucking listen to me anymore,” she tries to reach for his waist but he twists that arm behind her as well until he’s holding both of her wrists in one of his hands. He leans down further so it’s even harder for her to balance as she bends back. “Just drool over me like a needy slut, don’t you?” Y/N whimpers, the only thing she can do is look up at him. “You’ve been treating me like a piece of meat—staring until your pretty cunt is dripping, right? I can treat you like a piece of meat too, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” she pouts, before whining, “want—you,” neck aching from the angle she’s bent at. Harry laughs, pulling her hair a little for being a brat, before ghosting his mouth across hers.

“I know. Made that pretty fucking obvious, you silly girl.” He plucks at her bottom lip with his thumb. “You don’t need my cock to be fucked dumb, do you, baby? That little head of yours is always empty.” He squeezes her cheeks together with his fingers. Harry smiles down at his girl’s wide doe eyes staring up at him, completely at his disposal. “Speak.”

“I’m empty,” Y/N nods, giving up her attitude, “need you.” And that’s not what Harry meant but it’s close enough.

“I don’t think you deserve it,” he whispers into her mouth—and then he’s standing behind her, wrists still firmly in his grasp as he shuffles them closer to the windows. The sun glares down, casting a clear reflection of the both of them. Of Harry wrapping his forearm around Y/N’s collarbones, forcing her back to arch. “You haven’t been honest with me,” the entirety of his body is pressed against the back of her. It has her mind scrambling. “You’re not good.”

It’s a low blow. One assured to have Y/N begging and pleading in no time; desperate to make him happy, and desperate to be pleasured.

“I’m…sorry,” she frowns, eyes fixated on the reflection of their bodies. “Wanna be good f’you.” Harry squeezes her wrists as a warning to keep them behind her back before letting go to wrap his other arm around her waist—excited himself by the way he engulfs her. He bends down, causing Y/N to go with him, and the weight in his shorts is growing heavier by the second as they just look at themselves.

Y/N stops herself from wiggling back; doesn’t want to misbehave for a second—not anymore. “Please. All I think about is you, Harry. A-all the time,” her breathing is laboured and her underwear is suffocating.

And this is how he gets her. “What do you think about?” He turns his face into her shoulder, nudging her sleeve off with his nose before dotting distracting kisses along her skin.

Y/N hesitates. This is what the game was all about. Pretending there was no reason for her gawking. She’s stubborn. But so is Harry. The arm around her collarbones shifts until his large hand is cupping her throat. Y/N’s knees nearly buckle right then and there. Her head tips back a little against him but he squeezes the sides of her neck, right where the blood is fighting to flow, and forces her to look back at the reflection.

“Tell me.” His voice is so deep, so low; the vibrations spread through her like treacle. “Look at me,” he squeezes again, “and tell me.”

He doesn’t ease up around her throat so her words are tight. His arm moves down to her hips. “You’ve got…so…big,” she whimpers. “Everywhere.” Harry’s hips twitch, dying to rut against her ass. But instead, with teasing fingers he lifts the hem of her dress. Up and up until he can stuff it between his hand and her throat, obsessed with the way her bare stomach rises and falls at a rapid pace.

Y/N’s flimsy panties don’t stand a chance—the once pale pink now a much darker hue in the place she needs him most. But Harry wouldn’t be so kind. He makes her think he’s going to rub on her like she wants, middle finger trailing over her clit with a feather-light touch. Barely there but still enough to make her twitch. He does it again—a small circle—before dipping lower, pushing in her underwear and feeling it slick against her.

And then he rears his hand back, too quickly for Y/N to realise, and brings it back down to her clit in a harsh, tight slap. She buckles and writhes, held up solely by the hand around her throat as Harry trails his fingers along the inside of her thigh. His smirk tickles against her shoulder.

“Har—Harry!” she gasps, unable to stop her body from moving against him now, not whilst she’s thrumming.

“I’m big, yeah? Too big for you, surely. Look at the way I swallow you up.” Oh, and she is. With half-lidded eyes and shallow breaths.

“Yes, I love it, Harry. I love it,” her hips search for his hand and he pushes her against him, spanning across her mound.

“That’s not everything though, is it?” Another squeeze around her throat. “Be good.”

She tries—so hard—as Harry starts to suck and bite marks into her skin. “Arms, it’s your arms,” she breathes, head foggier and foggier by the second. He eases up a little when she starts to slump, tracing his thumb across her lips.

“What about them?” Fingers slip inside her underwear; a reward for using her words. Even as he starts rubbing small circles, he knows she’ll cum quickly.

“So hot, Harry. And big.”

He laughs, “Y’already said that. Just so hot and big, aren’t I?” The narcissist in him goes wild, cock twitching in his shorts. And he allows himself one rut against her, just to take the edge off. But Y/N wants more—of course she does—and she’s starting to make all sorts of pretty noises as he rubs her clit. So Harry keeps moving, sure that the feel of him against her is propelling her towards her orgasm whilst he’s barely teasing himself.

“You’ve got a slutty pussy, Y/N,” he tightens his hand around her throat once more, lips brushing her ear. “Drenched because your boyfriend can manhandle you, yeah? I could do anything to you ‘n’ you’d let me, wouldn’t you? Because you’re so desperate for it.”

“Uh-huh,” Y/N nods shakily. She’s trying to keep her eyes on their reflection, to see Harry’s muscles work as his fingers hide in her underwear, and the way his hips push into her ass.

“Tell me.”

“Want you to—manhandle me…use me—need t’cum.” She’s building up, can feel as Harry smears her arousal around in a mess before rubbing harder on her clit. And faster.

“You g’na cum?” Faster.

“Yes! Yes, yes, please.” He lets her throw her head back, lets her reach the edge, whimpering and whining just as she starts to let go.

And then he’s gone. Harry rips his hand from her pussy and shoves his glistening fingers in her mouth before she can talk. Y/N cries around them, shaking her head in a desperate plea.

“Mmph—no!—Please,” she tries, but how could Harry ever understand what she wants?

He takes hold of her wrists again and bends her forward by her waist, kicking her legs open wider. She’s completely held up by him; if he were to let go, she would topple straight over, no doubt about it.

With a heavy hand, Harry pushes her dress up and over her ass and delivers a well-connecting smack to the rounded flesh. Y/N mewls, legs shaking in surprise. It’s harder to maintain her eye contact with the window at this angle, especially when all she wants is to lull her head like she’s weightless. Harry wastes no time in tugging her underwear halfway down her thighs. Finds it satisfying to keep her somewhat immobilised.

And Y/N couldn’t care less, as soon as she feels Harry pulling himself out and sinking into her—she’s sure she wouldn’t notice if their house was burning.

He barely lets her adjust, and no matter how wet she is Harry’s always a stretch. A deep inhale, body stilling kind of stretch. And once she’s full and his pelvis pushes against her bum and they both allow for a second of joint ecstasy at being as close as possible once again, Harry is quick to treat her the way she so desperately wants.

His other hand comes up to her hair, pulling it sharply so Y/N’s neck bends back. “Look. Watch as I fuck you.” Incomprehensible noises are forced from her throat, jaw hanging looser with each inch that Harry invades. She’s never been more grateful to have a secluded garden.

The sight before her rivals one from a porn film—fitting for her sex god of a boyfriend; she could only hope to look pretty enough next to him. Her body bent forward, neck stretched and inviting, back arching with the force of her arms behind her back. Thighs open just enough to fit Harry’s cock into her weepy hole, flesh threatening to rip the underwear that controls their freedom.

Occasionally the sun will reflect just right and Y/N will notice the glistening of her wetness spread across her mound. Though her eyes soon fall shut with the strength of Harry’s thrusts, unrelenting and point-proving.

“Fuck. Can feel you squeezin’ already.” His words shoot straight to her clit, tingling and buzzing. “So easy, aren’t you, pet?” Y/N nods fruitlessly. “I shouldn’t let you finish,” he threatens against her ear. “Should fill you up with my cum, have you serve your purpose and then thank me for it.”

She pulsates at the thought, at the warmth of feeling him drip down her thighs. Sometimes dripping around the sides of his prick if Harry’s particularly wound up and has a few rounds in him.

“Please,” Y/N cries, sweat beading at her hairline.

Harry groans into her jaw, hips meeting her ass bruisingly. “Yeah? Filthy girl, jus’ my hole, aren’t you?”

“Mhm! Please cum in me, please,” Y/N tries to turn her head, nose bumping into his cheek. She wants a kiss but her brain cannot possibly communicate that to her mouth as it hangs open.

The sounds of skin meeting skin ring in her ears and her throat threatens to cry perfectly timed noises with each thrust. And she’s not sure when it happened but her tits are out of her dress and Harry’s letting go of her hair to palm one roughly as he starts to breathe heavier and heavier.

Body leaden, Y/N’s head falls back to his shoulder and her eyes peel open slightly, watching Harry’s face contort beautifully from above her. She wants it so bad—knows that he’ll always make her finish regardless—needs to walk around in her summer dress and cum-soaked panties. “Please, Daddy. Cum in me.”

The name has Harry groaning, hips stuttering and stilling against her as he paints long, thick stripes inside Y/N. “Thank you!” She cries, his release stimulating her like nothing else. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Despite Harry being the one with orgasm heavy bones, Y/N crumbles, knees buckling as she takes them both to the floor. He braces her fall, arm strong around her waist. His cock stays twitching inside of her, still hard, and he angles her ass into the air as he stands on his knees astride her legs.

“You good, baby?” Harry smooths a hand up her back, pushing her dress out of the way.

Y/N’s arms stretch above her, content to be lying on the hard floor. “Yeah, really good. Thank you, Daddy.”

Harry smiles softly to himself, she’s under. “You wanna cum?”

“Am I allowed? I said some bad things to you.”

“That’s okay. I want you to squeeze on my cock ‘n’ let me fuck my cum into you. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she nods nastily, head turned to the side on the concrete. He’d take care of her later.

“Good girl, nice ‘n’ tight, f’me.”

The noise of their arousal mixing together, probed by Harry’s cock is one he’ll replay in desperate moments alone. Squelching and slicking as he starts up his rough pace once again. Y/N contracts around him in quick, spasming motions—hips attempting to push back from her awkward position. Her tummy is hot and her clit is painfully untouched; she’s sure she’d grind it on the floor if she could reach but Harry’s hands are firm on her hips, angling her just the way he likes as he pounds into her tight hole.

Harry wishes he had his phone to hand—would take enough pictures of the sight before him to last forever. His cum is starting to leak out the sides, dripping down to Y/N’s clit and slicking up his cock. The mess of it all has his eyes rolling back.

“God, y’just perfect. Wanna keep you like this forever. Make you sticky with my cum, then maybe take you out and watch you try to ignore the feeling of it dripping out of you.” Harry slaps her ass and moans as she spasms around him, hands pulling her cheeks apart to reveal her other hole. “Wanna mark you everywhere. Especially here.” He thumbs over the puckered skin. “Fill you up and push in every drop, then give you a pretty plug so it stays inside all day.” Y/N’s shaking, eyes clenched shut and pussy quivering. All Harry has to do is reach around and start rubbing tight circles into her clit and she’s gone.

“Harry! I’m cumming, I’m cumming—D-daddy, thank you.” Harry leans over her back, kissing the side of her face and not slowing down for a second.

“Gimme another,” he whispers, speeding up his thrusts and slapping her clit one, two, three times, vibrations elongating her orgasm and sending her straight into her second one. Harry pulls back, regretfully pulling out for a moment to flip Y/N over and tug her flush against him. He wraps her thighs around his waist and guides her arms around his neck, endeared by her fucked out expression. “Doing so good, honey.” She smiles, eyes closing and nuzzling her face into his neck. Harry thinks if he wasn’t already hard, that smile alone would’ve given him a love boner.

“Jus’ sit all pretty, Daddy’s got you.”

He holds her hips securely, palms encompassing miles of skin, and lifts her just enough to start fucking up into her cunt. Their cum will surely make a mess in their laps but he minds none—goes faster at the very thought, even. Thinks about scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it to Y/N, and then leaning in to get a taste of them together, moaning into her mouth and suckling at her lips like a starved man.

As if she can read his mind, Y/N starts nibbling at his skin, laving her tongue over the drops of sweat that trickle down his neck. Then she pulls back just enough to wilt against his mouth, lips barely responsive but Harry kisses her with all he’s got. And she’s close again, when her heavy hand trails down to start rubbing at her swollen, cum-drenched clit much daintier than Harry had.

“F-feels so good,” she whines against his mouth, happy to let Harry lick against her tongue, “love you.”

Harry whimpers, “G-god, I love you too. So much, you’re so good, I love you.” Y/N rubs harder, pussy tightening—and Harry fucks harder as they both rest their foreheads on eachother’s shoulders. With her other hand, Y/N holds his bicep, squeezing and scratching as much as she pleases. She barely covers the muscle and Harry can’t help but smile as his orgasm rushes closer.

It’s when she whispers, words garbled and strained, that Harry tips over the edge. “F-fuck me so good, s-so good. G’na make me pregnant—‘n’ full of you.” And it’s his warm spurts that have Y/N cumming as well, pulsating around Harry as she milks him dry. He cums a lot, and the more he does, the longer Y/N’s orgasm lasts—they melt against one another in a mess of moans and gentle rutting, sweaty skin sticking them together.

Y/N peels her hand from Harry’s arm, seeing the crescent moons she’s left behind and looking up at him guiltily. He smiles, pushing her hair away from her face and leaning down to kiss her nose.

“Felt good,” he promises. “Now I know how much you like them, you can do whatever you want.”

Y/N whines, biting his shoulder playfully. “Shower now, please. We’re gross.”

Harry hums, staying tucked inside and holding her tight to him as he stands on nearly wobbly legs. “Just so you know, if we shower together, I will be naked. Will you be able to contain yourself at the sight of my big, sexy arms?”

She sinks her fingers into the hair on the back of his head and tugs. “Shut up. They’re not even that big.”

“Okay, my love. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

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pairing ꩜ husband!mingyu x afab!reader

sequel to hurts so good, please read it first to understand their background/dynamics.

content/genre ꩜ haters to lovers, ceo/mean husband mingyu, smut (18+ mdni). they sort of have a fwb thing going on.

author's note ꩜

not proofread. comments are appreciated!

warnings under the cut!

warnings ꩜ smut, masturbation (m. and f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink (it's not deeply explored), orgasm denial, creampie, dom-ish mingyu, dirty talk, cock warming, pet names (baby, dear husband/wife, my queen, pretty girl), mentions of threesome.

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You loved birthday parties, especially if they were children’s parties. It’s Saturday afternoon and you’re in the backyard of Wonwoo and Claire’s house to celebrate Yeji’s 4th birthday.

You’re sitting by the pool, your legs submerged to your knees. You see your husband playing around with his friends’ kids. He’s holding Minjoon—Seungcheol’s son—in his arms while he pretends to drink tea with Yeji and three of her school friends. Your heart skips a beat when he looks your way and smiles. It’s almost unfair how handsome he is, even dressed with pink fairy wings, a princess tiara and a pair of plastic earrings.

You sigh and turn your attention to the big form approaching. Joshua greets you with a smile. "Y/N, why are you here all alone?" he asks while sitting by your side.

"Just chilling." You offer a shy smile, a bit intimidated by his presence.

Joshua Hong is gorgeous. When you first met him, you were completely enamored with his face. And when you found out he was nice and friendly, you kinda developed a crush on him. Now, a few years later, you still feel intimidated whenever he’s around.

You take in his visuals, from his dark hair pushed back, featuring his perfect face, to the white button up shirt that allowed you to see a bit of his chest, to his light brown cargo shorts that showcased his legs perfectly. He carried an amused smile on his lips, as usual.

"I’m glad you joined me, though."

"Well, all of my friends are talking about parenting and I can’t listen to another minute of tips on how to change a diaper." Joshua states and you laugh lightly.

"I know the feeling very well." You throw him an empathetic look. "So… how was your trip to Paris? Mingyu mentioned you went there for a convention or something?"

Shua stares into the water, he’s watching your feet move around. "Yeah, for this Luxury Hotels thing. My dad’s trying to expand the franchise and I went to meet some European investors."

"Seems a bit boring." You blurt out and Joshua chuckles, agreeing promptly.

"It is. But it’s work so it’s not meant to be fun."

"True. But Paris is a great city with amazing food and museums."

"Maybe we should go together next time." Joshua comments and your movements freeze instantly. Realizing what he said, he adds "With everyone else, I mean! Like a group trip."

The mischievous gleam in his eyes makes you feel warm inside. Joshua’s flirting, you’re not dumb. And he’s not either, he knows the truth about your situationship with Mingyu.

"That would be nice." Your voice is soft and shaky. He barely said anything and you’re freaking out inside, which leads you to think that maybe you have a big crush on him.

"Hey! You two!" You hear Mingyu’s voice calling. "Let’s sing happy birthday and cut the cake."

Joshua gets up and extends his hands to help you. His palms feel soft under your fingertips, and you feel your insides twist. "C’mon, Y/N. Your husband’s waiting." He flashes a knowing smile and walks away, leaving you too stunned to follow.

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It’s been a year since you and Mingyu made peace and started being friends. You agreed to be friends with benefits and to be exclusive, since you couldn’t risk someone assuming one of you was cheating. So you two reaped the benefits like dates, physical touching and, of course, sex, but didn’t really work on getting romantically involved. Of course that doesn’t mean that both of you didn’t develop some feelings, because you did. But, for now, you played husband and wife and everything was good.

But now, thinking about the way Joshua flirted with you, you wished you could have him. And your brain, always being one to come up with naughty ideas, had the best solution to your problem.

"Gyu?" You call your husband softly. You’re both lying on your shared bed watching TV, his head on your chest and his big hand caressing your belly.

"Hm?" He responds without looking away from the big screen.

"Remember that one time we talked about having a threesome, and I said I didn’t have a guy option?" Your words sparked his interest, so the man got up on his elbows to look at you. "I have a name now…"

Mingyu looks curiously at you. He has an idea of who, but he wants you to say the name. "Who?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a bit nervous. "Joshua."

Your husband smirks. He knew it. "You have the hots for Shua hyung, dear wife?"

"So what if I do?" You pout. "He’s single and he seems to know about us."

Mingyu scrunches his nose. "I accidentally told him last time we went out for a drink." He reveals with a sheepish smile. "He’s reliable, don’t worry."

"Well, one more reason to do it with him." You say excitedly, your mind already picturing the things you would to do Joshua.

"I don’t want to have a threesome anymore." Your husband states in a quiet voice.

When you look at him, he’s staring down at his hand that’s resting on your hips. He looks a bit annoyed. "What? Are you jealous?" You chuckle, fishing for an answer.

"Not at all." He lies, rolling his eyes to add to the dramatics. "It’s just not on my kink list."

His words make you realize that he’s never once told you about his kinks. In the past year, you’ve talked a few times about it. And Mingyu’s been really open to exploring them, always being so generous and giving you new mind blowing sex experiences each time.

"So what’s on your kink list?" You ask with a sly smile, liking the direction of the conversation.

Mingyu lets his body fall on the bed, hiding his face. He shakes his head, indicating he’s not talking.

"Tell me!" You insist, shaking his arms. "I told you all of mine, but you never told me yours. Besides angry sex, of course."

"Never mind. It’s stupid."

You grab his chin to make him look at you. His cheeks have a pink hue, and he’s scrunching his nose. "Please baby, tell me."

Mingyu sighs, giving in to your soft plead. "It’s not actually a kink, but maaaaybe I’ve been thinking about fucking you in a wedding dress. Since our wedding night never happened."

The air gets caught up in your lungs. The idea of Mingyu having his way with you in a sort of reenactment of your wedding day makes your core burn and your stomach twist and turn.

"I like that idea." You give him a quick kiss before letting go of his face. "What else?"

"I wanted to try corruption kink." He looks away, his face burning even more. It’s funny how cute he looks while revealing his sexual fantasies.

"We can totally try it too." You agree, even if he didn’t actually ask. "But only if you look at me and give me another kiss."

Mingyu chuckles and goes in for the kiss. You touch lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Let’s sleep, I’m beaten."

"Not easy being uncle of the year, huh?" You taunt him. "You looked cute dressed up as a fairy."

"The things I do for my goddaughter." He sighs. You both knew fully well he enjoyed playing with the kids, but you let his little lie slide. "Good night, dear wife."

"Good night, dear husband." You allow him to engulf you in a warm hug before slipping into unconsciousness.

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A couple weeks later, you and Mingyu go out to celebrate your 5th anniversary. It’s the first one you’re going to celebrate, now that you’re on good terms. For this reason, you prepared a little surprise for Mingyu, wanting to spice things up a bit.

After your conversation about his kinks, you decided you needed a special occasion to try them, and what’s more special than the first anniversary you celebrate?

So you went out with Gwen and she helped you pick out a nice wedding dress. You settled for a sparkly white satin rhinestone strap mini dress that really compliments your boobs and legs. You’re sure he’s going to lose it when he sees you.

Mingyu also planned a surprise: he made a reservation for an overnight stay in a luxurious hotel room, which had the biggest bed you’ve ever seen.

You arrive after having dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant. Mingyu has a goofy smile, maybe because you both had a couple drinks, maybe because he is excited for the night.

There’s a small table in your room with two flutes and a bottle of champagne waiting. Mingyu pops it open and you toast. You take a sip and decide it’s time to put on your dress.

"Wait here, I have a surprise."

While you rush to the big bathroom to get changed, Mingyu takes off his blazer. He’s wearing a deep purple shirt that compliments his skin, and perfectly tailored dress pants. His hands are shaking in anticipation, because he has another surprise for you before the night ends.

Meanwhile, you put on your dress pretty quickly—you chose one that you’re able to zip up yourself. You pull the white lace garter up your leg, adding a touch of sensuality. To finish off, you place the short veil on your head. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, you decide you look perfect. You slip back into your white heels and open the bathroom door.

Mingyu’s looking out the window, his champagne glass nearly empty. You approach him slowly and cover his eyes with your hands. "Guess who?"

"Hm… I have a feeling it’s my wife. Not sure though." He joined in with a laugh.

You place your hands on his shoulder and turn him around, revealing your new outfit. His jaw drops when he sees you.

"Y/N, what is this?" His breathing is quick and you can see he’s starting to malfunction.

"Well, I kept thinking about how we never had a wedding night." You bite your lower lip, inching closer to him. "And I figured tonight would be a good one to make up for lost time. Don’t you agree?"

Mingyu just stares, still in shock. He takes in your form, how your boobs look delicious in your dress, the way the fabric hugs your waist, and how you look fucking angelic while asking him to fuck you. "Shit, you can’t do this to me." He groans in a low, deep tone.

You can see he already has a tent in his pants. Mingyu looks flushed, and you haven’t even touched him yet.

"How about you lie down, dear husband?" You say in a provocative tone. "You look a little pale, let me take care of you."

The man nearly runs to the bed. He gets comfortable and you get on top of him. Your core is starting to grow hot, seeing how much he wants you.

Without giving it a second thought, pull out his pants along with his boxers. His cock stands hard and leaking pre cum, which makes your mouth water at the sight.

Before leaving the house, you decided you want to have a night to remember. And you hold on to that determination when you keep pushing Mingyu’s buttons.

"I want to help, but I don’t know how…" you take his cock in your hand and pump it slowly. He shudders at the stimulation. "Can you teach me how to do it, dear husband?" Your saccharine voice makes something twist inside of Mingyu. He takes in your doe eyes and semi innocent smile, quickly catching on what you’re doing. The man chuckles in pleasant disbelief, he knows he’s in for a treat.

"My pretty girl needs guidance?" His big hand starts to guide yours as you masturbate him. You’re sitting on his beefy thighs and you can feel him trembling as you increase the speed of your movements. Mingyu’s eyes are closed and his mouth slightly parted, allowing some sighs to fall off easily.

You feel him twitching under your palm and his hand holds your wrist to stop you. "That’s enough, baby." His voice is breathy and it makes you happy to see how much you affect him.

"Can you do something else for me?" Mingyu asks. You nod and bat your eyelashes at him. "I need you to put your mouth around it."

You feign shock, widening your eyes and slightly gaping your mouth. Mingyu sits up a bit, and kisses you softly while kneading your thighs. "I'll help through it, pretty girl".

You slide down the bed and inch closer to his throbbing cock. "Open your mouth." Mingyu instructs and you play along.

His heavy hand grabs the back of your head and guides you to start sucking him off. He loves the wet and warm feeling of your tongue on his cock, it makes the fire in his abdomen burn hotter and hotter with each passing second.

Mingyu starts to feel hot and unbuttons his shirt, his hand leaving your to bob your head on your own for a few seconds. "You're so good at this, baby." He groans deeply and you feel arousal pool on your lace panties, his reactions turning you on even more.

When he feels he's about to cum, Mingyu pulls you away. You take a good look at your husband, taking in they way his toned chest glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. He takes off his shirt, laying bare beneath you. He looks beautiful and your heart races.

You sigh and move closer, needing to feel his lips on yours. You share a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing in sync. Mingyu guides your hips and you grind against him, his big hands giving occasional slaps on your ass.

By now, you're already soaking wet and desperate for his cock. You need Mingyu and you need him now. "Gyu, I need you".

"Need me to do what, baby?"

Of course he wasn't going to make it easy for you. You take his hand and guide it to your dripping cunt, acting shy. Mingyu runs his fingers on your lace panties and grunts when he feels just how wet you are.

Mingyu decides to play nice and slips his fingers in your panties. He glides his fingers easily, collecting your wetness while rubbing your lower lips. His middle finger settles in your clit and he circles it slowly, sending electric waves through your body.

Your head feels heavy with lust, so you let it fall on his shoulder. He keeps masturbating you until you feel on edge. When he senses you're about to cum, he stops his ministrations, earning a frustrated cry from you.

"I-I was so close" you complain with a pout. Mingyu laughs and pecks your puckered up lips.

"I promise I'm going to make you feel even better."

Mingyu reaches for the zipper on your back and undoes it in a way to expose your boobs. He grabs them and runs his thumbs on your nipples. "So perfect for me, they fit perfectly in my hands."

He attaches his lips to your right nipple and keep massaging the other. You go back to rutting each other like animals on heat. You pull his hair and let you head fall back, the familiar burning sensation running through your veins.

Mingyu decides he's had enough, so he manhandles you so you're on all fours. He stands tall behind you, admiring your exposed ass and covered cunt. Slowly, he slides your panties down your legs. You shake in anticipation.

"My beautiful wife..." he sighs. "You're going to be good to me, aren't you?" You agree quickly. "I can't wait to ruin you. To fill you up with my seed and get you pregnant." You both moan in unison.

Your heart is racing with his words. God, you'd let him do anything to you. Anything. "Please, do it."

Mingyu's cock throbs with your request. He aligns himself with your whole and sinks in slowly. You lose strength and bend your arms, exposing your ass even more. Mingyu grabs your waist to support you in place, even if his own legs were trembling with pent up desire.

He slides in and out of you, catching up speed until his unrelenting tempo makes the bed shake and hit the wall. His cock massages your inner walls in the most perfect way, hitting all the right places to put you in a lustful frenzy.

You're sure you're moaning and whining, but your heart pumps so loudly in your ears that you don't quite hear it. But Mingyu does, and it only spurs him on. He's lost in your heat, in the way you clench around him. Plus, you in that fucking wedding dress... every time his eyes glimpse at the sheer white fabric, he swears his cock gets even harder.

Mingyu slows down and pulls out of you. You let out a whimper at the loss, feeling really worked up and frustrated.

The man sits down again and pulls you on his lap, and you're so wet you sink down on him with ease. You start to ride him, your boobs bouncing deliciously for Mingyu to see.

His eyes focus on the place where you two connect. Your cunt swallows his big cock beautifully. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl".

You place your hands on his chest for support, your short nails sinking on his skin and leaving small crescent marks. "I'm close."

Mingyu snaps his hips up to meet yours, reaching even deeper within you. It only takes a few slides for you to cum.

You feel your spirit being lifted from your body and you tremble, falling into Mingyu. He places two fingers on your clit and circles it to intensify your pleasure. You're so out of it you don't even notice when Mingyu flips you both over and starts to rail you missionary, chasing after his own high.

"Fill me up, dear husband" You sigh in his ear and Mingyu shivers. "Make my pussy full of your warm cum. Give me your babies".

That's enough for Mingyu to lose it and cum with a deep moan. He shivers and start to unload inside of you, his white milk covering your abused walls. His hips slow down and he stills inside of you.

Once again, he flips you both over, and you stay on top of him again, his cock still inside of you. You kiss his neck and rub your hands on his arms while you wait for him to come down. Mingyu grabs your ass, and you know he's partially recovered. So you sit up again, still cock warming him.

When he looks up at you, you can see the admiration in his eyes. Mingyu smiles beautifully, his canines showing up and his orbs shining with something else you can't quite identify.

"I have to ask you something" He says and you smile, indicating he can keep talking. "But I have to get something first... It pains me, but I need you to slip off".

Even full of his cum, you feel empty when Mingyu slides off. The dress you're wearing is all bunched up and wet, so you take it off and throw it on the floor.

"Can you grab my panties?" You ask your husband and he gets one from your bag. He also brings a wet towel from the bathroom and cleans you up before you slide in your fresh panties. When you're both semi-clean and with underwear on, you slide into the fresh Egyptian cotton sheets.

"What did you want to ask me?" You question, feeling a bit anxious.

Mingyu bites his lower lips. He's feeling shy and self-conscious, but he musters the courage to say what he wants. "Well, this night is about celebrating our wedding, right?" You agree. "This past year's been amazing, and I really liked getting to know you better".

"Me too, Gyu" You smile, your heart beating faster.

"I know we agreed to being friends with benefits, but I realized I can't keep going like that." You have a big question mark in your eyes and Mingyu can see it, so he hurries to complete his line of thought. "I can't be friends because I'm down bad. I love you, Y/N. I never expected this to happen, but I do."

You smile and jump him. Your heart's beating like crazy and you're completely at a loss for words. "I love you too, Gyu."

You both kiss in such a soft way, it makes your heart flutter.

Mingyu's smiling widely, once again showing his canines you adore so much. "Well, I think I can ask you what I wanted then".

He pulls a black box from under the pillow, one you didn't even see him placing there. He opens the box and there lies the most beautiful engagement ring. You never really got engaged, since you hated each other back then.

Mingyu takes the ring. "I kept thinking about how I never asked you to marry me. So, will you be my queen? Will you marry me, for real this time?"

"Yes! Yes, yes... God yes!" He places the ring on your finger and you kiss again, this time with more passion.

"My queen" He places a kiss on your cheek, sighing with a dreamy smile. "We're gonna be so happy, I promise".

"I know we will, baby. I'm gonna give my best for it to happen, too".

Then, Mingyu gets up and fills another glass of champagne for you to toast your engagement. You keep talking and exchanging kisses until late hours. You're down bad, but you're sure you don't want to get up.

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#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #mingyu fanfic #seventeen hard hours #mingyu hard hours #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios #anon request #my works

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subterraneanna · 1 year

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I've been scanning and restoring some pieces of original Star Trek: TOS film and wanted to share this before and after from a deleted scene in the episode "Elaan of Troyius":

At nearly 60 years old, the film is in bad shape, exhibiting substantial scratches and color shifting. The magenta/red tint is a good example of dye fading, a sign of deterioration likely due to the film stock it was shot on.

Prior to 1950, color motion picture film was shot in Technicolor, which required a large, cumbersome camera to simultaneously expose 3 separate strips of negative film that then underwent a proprietary dye imbibition process to create a full color image. Though visually stunning and remarkably color-stable, it was a complicated, expensive process reserved only for high budget productions. In 1950, Eastman Kodak introduced Eastmancolor, the first 35 mm “single-strip” color motion picture negative -- in short, a film that was easy to shoot and process, and compared to Technicolor, only used a 1/3 of the film stock. Suddenly color film was an affordable option for studios and its popularity took off. Eastmancolor was composed of a single strip of negative film surfaced with 3 layers of light-sensitive gelatin emulsion. During development, a chemical reaction produced magenta, yellow, and cyan dyes on their corresponding layers, which were superimposed to create a full color image. Unfortunately, these dyes were unstable, something that wasn't apparent until aging films began to lose their color in the following years.

The Star Trek image above is pink because its yellow and cyan dyes have faded away, leaving just the magenta layer. The information may be lost, but digital restoration can improve what's left. But because the yellow and cyan greatly contributed to the overall density of the image, basic color balancing still produces a lower contrast version compared to what the original must have looked like. The missing richness and depth seems most apparent in the skin tones, but hand painting some of the color can bring a little life back to it, as I've done here. It's a challenge because, as far as I can tell, the only remaining footage or still shots of this scene show some level of dye fading. Fortunately, now that the film is digitized, restoration can be an ongoing project. If you own any color motion picture film negatives or prints, the sooner you get them scanned the better. In the meantime, helpful storage information can be found here.

It's been a while since I've shot any film (film major), so it's nice to see it again, even if it's chopped up into single frames. I have a small collection of them so I'll post more restored images as they're completed. BTW @cheer-deforest-kelley has a great post on how this film went from the editing room floor to the hands of fans.

#star trek #star trek the original series #tos #leonard mccoy #deforest kelley #nyota uhura #nichelle nichols #elaan of troyius #film preservation #film restoration #35mm film

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suzanna-polixena · 3 months

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What can I say, I love Blood Angels ❤ And I'm glad to know it's mutual because they come to my aid whenever I feel down and want to bleed inks on marker paper and mentally rave to 70s synthesizers.

And big thanks to Soyuzmultfilm for the amazing animated short inspired by Moche/Mochica mythology. It's so visually stunning and trippy and more importantly it shows proper research of the source material.

#blood angels #warhammer 40k #azkaellon #lemartes #Erasmus Tycho #Corbulo #dante #Luis Dante #mephiston #Astorath the Grim #copic markers #moche #mochica

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togekissesofgrace · 2 years

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Jibaro is a weird name for the short, no? Why is that love death & robots short named that?

#perhaps i am being pedantic but in PR that word is used for farmers #why is it being used here?#it’s a visually stunning short but why is that the name???#it’s a confusing choice to me bc there’s no ‘jibaro’ element in the film itself #especially since the male lead looks more like a colonizer/conquistador and the jibaro certainly isn’t the siren

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skyeblue8 · 8 months

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Ɗᥙҽ 𝜏σ ᙏყ Ɲҽɯ⨍σᥙɳԃ Ƒιχα𝜏ισɳ... ♚

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Specifically with the Gluttonous Sin of Beelzebub being my favorite Sin of the group (not necessarily in Helluva Boss, but just in general), I wanted to make a ranking list of my favorite Queen Bee redesigns and their creators for really no other reason than I just feel like it. Now, this is all personal opinions and should not be taken to heart by any means, it's just for fun:

#1. "Beelzebub & Bibi" by @gravcore

♡ In terms of an actual redesign of the original, I love how this artist made "Bibi" because, for one thing, they made sense of the originals hair by giving her a ponytail since way too many characters have a mohawk style (Loona included); two, I cannot explain just how much I adore the clothes they gave her. The top is actually insect based and gorgeous, and not some recolor version of Loona's outfit; and third, they made canon Bee her own character rather than a royal because nothing about the OG read "Ancient Sin" to anybody.

♡ Now, in terms of the actual Beelzebub, here, she's legitimately stunning. Rather than a redesign, I can tell this was the original long before the Queen Bee episode came out, and I love how it reads both "70's party girl" and "regal ruler" all in one. That, and the actual bug design aspect and the color scheme. Above all else, I love how they incorporated the lava stomach in her design, too.

#2. "Beelzebub" by @s3tok41b4

♡ This design can best be described as a literal re-imagine of the canon Beelzebub as it shares almost all her similarities with the actual bug aspect to it that it desperately needed. It's legitimately simplistic but still appealing to the eye, futher showing us that Viv was perfectly capable of making something so simple, but actively chose to make it more confusing than it had to be.

#3. "Beelzebub" by @ruinxl0ve

♡ Similar to the first two, this shares both a regal and party girl bug aesthetic with the added bonus of actually being beautifully emotive despite not even having a mouth. I feel this beautifully differentiates the design from the original while also making it recognizable and I feel that it kinda feeds into the original concept that Queen Bee could literally "feel the vibe", hinting to her being an empath in some manner.

#4. "The Three Bees" by @onehelluvatime

♡ Long story short, these are three individual versions of the Queen Bee and her new placing within the Hellaverse outside of the canon one. For more in-depth explanation of these interpretations, it's best to check the blog yourself. Truly, I love these designs not only because of the visual redesigns themselves, but also the well-crafted and creative explanations and backgrounds regarding these characters. I especially like the idea that the hellhounds within society are half-undead with skull-like appendages and facial aspects.

#5. "Spontaneous Beelzebub" by @redd-byrd

♡ I know it's essentially the same as the canon design, but with the small tweaks that were made to this one (the giant "Bee Butt", the added black lines, the actual bug-like wings, the blue-thin eyes), all of them give a more clear indication (at least to me) that this Bee is more higher up than her fellow hellhounds, meaning she looks a lot more like a hybrid thus making her more grand. It's nice how they added these small details for improvement while still essentially leaving the design like its original.

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Anyway, thanks for listening to my Ted Talk. Have a nice day!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jungkook thinks he's helping you get over your fear of riding a horse and in reality, you're trying to get over your fear of asking out your childhood best friend. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 2.6k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. light use of foul language, friends to lovers, jungkook is a horse loving country boy, pure fluff 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. this could be read as a standalone drabble, but is an interlude in between "the dancefloor" and "the phone call" of the farmhouse series. find the full series here!

when jungkook found out that you were scared shitless of riding a horse, he made it his mission to help you get rid of your fear.

you could only hide it for so long, dodging your friends’ invitations to join them on the trails. your sleepy town on the countryside was known for its stunning visuals, marked by crisp emerald woods, open fields and a river that wrapped around the borders. nothing felt more freeing than enjoying nature in the sweltering summer with wind in your hair.

it wasn’t always like this, of course. you used to love riding as a little girl, having learned at a young age. however, as years went on, it fell to the back of your mind and the idea was now not only foreign, but frightening.

“you’re a full-blown equestrian,” you blinked at the shelf in front of you, full of a myriad of trophies, photos and framed ribbons in every colour of the rainbow.

in his efforts to convince you to let him help you tackle your fears, jungkook asked you to come over. you were a bit hesitant for multiple reasons, especially when he began leading you to his bedroom, but you were surprised at what he wanted you to see. you were always distracted when you were with jungkook, sometimes by his charming smile and lip piercings, other times it was his chiseled arms decorated with tattoos. however, not today, as you peered into his room and your jaw dropped.

jungkook stood with his arms crossed around his chest, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “well? if there’s anyone to help you with this, it’s me.”

from eventing to cross-country, it was evident that jungkook was more than a well-seasoned equestrian. you glanced over at one framed picture, depicting jungkook in a cowboy hat and denim, hoisting a large, golden cup in his arms. beside him was his horse, leo, and his other arm held a helmet. you were in disbelief.

“honestly, that’s really freaking impressive. no joke.”

it was definitely not something you expected from jungkook, at least visually. if you didn't know him personally, you would be scared of him. big man with tattoos and piercings, strong gaze. at the end of the day, though, his energy was nothing short of boy-next-door with a heart of gold. it was endearing, seeing pictures of him lovingly hold his favourite horse.

“then, you can trust me. i’ll be a great teacher.” jungkook grinned.

you sighed. “i don’t know -”

“you used to love riding! you’re just nervous, we can fix that fast,” jungkook insisted and you weren’t sure if it was the array of awards in front of you or his countryside charm, but you grew more and more convinced.

or, maybe it was because you were standing in jungkook’s bedroom and the idea of it made your stomach flutter with butterflies. it was worrisome to be spending even more time with jungkook amidst your seemingly unresolved feelings. it only added to the anxieties surrounding getting on a horse for the first time in years.

you weren’t sure if you could even call what you had for jungkook to be romantic feelings. he was your closest friend, but over the past few weeks, the two of you found yourself constantly in situations that made your heart pound and you couldn’t begin to understand why. however, he gave you the kind of mixed signals that made you question everything you were thinking. for now, the only thing you could do was push forward and prioritize your friendship. it was hard, moving back into town and finding out that your childhood best friend got hot.

“let me be a good friend and help you out,” he said, turning around and gesturing for you to follow him. you had to swallow the “f” work like poison.

it was perhaps these conflicting thoughts that led you to follow jungkook to the back of his house, sending waves of relief through your body to be away from such an intimate space like his room. you were too scared to even look around when you were there, only barely making it past the door frame and peeked your head in to see his shelves.

it didn’t clock in, though, that jungkook was leading you to his stables.

jungkook looked up at the sky, “it’s a beautiful day,” he half-sang, nudging you.

the golden rays of the summer sun were blinding and hugged your entire body, while the light breeze in the atmosphere painted a picture perfect scene to head to the trails. you didn’t realize you were pouting until jungkook noticed and laughed at you.

“i can’t believe i’m doing this,” you muttered, as you took in the sights.

the jeon family built their stables generations ago and while you were unaware of jungkook’s equestrian success, you knew that they were always known for owning a number of beautiful horses, partly because jungkook’s father used to be heavily interested in breeding horses. the two of you trudged over, as you entered the tack room. the storage area held space for miscellaneous equipment, like saddles, bridles and other grooming equipment.

jungkook suddenly turned around and gave you a once over, which you raised your eyebrows at. did he just check you out? he noticed your expression and his ears tinted the slightest shade of pink.

“oh, uh, sorry. i just wanted to make sure you were wearing appropriate clothing to ride,” he awkwardly scratched his neck and you nodded - a little too vigorously - in understanding.

“i should be fine,” you replied, forcing a chuckle. you were wearing leggings and a t-shirt, as well as a pair of boots. you’d just finished work for the day and you always opted for comfortable clothing.

he then passed you a helmet and a body vest for you to slip on. “see! that’s the spirit,” jungkook encouraged, snickering when you sent him a death glare in response.

with the necessary equipment in his arms, jungkook waited for you to adjust your riding gear before leading you to the stalls.

“you know leo, this here is orion and that’s astra. . .” he introduced, gesturing to each horse. “and this is virgo. you’ll be riding her today.”

“wait - all of your horses are named after constellations.”

you stared at jungkook, who stared blankly at you right back. astronomy was your life-long hobby, which you introduced jungkook to as kids. at around age nine or ten, you couldn’t go more than a little while without mentioning your love for it in a conversation. now, when you left town years ago, the jeon family had a sizeable number of horses that was likely impossible for just jungkook to maintain on his own. none of these horses were ones you met before. these names were recent and after you were gone.

it was as if a lightbulb went off above jungkook’s head, as his expression turned sheepish, “oh, yeah. i ended up having to sell our old horses when i didn’t have the money or time to care for them. these beauties came along within the past few years and the constellation theme just kinda came about.”

“i wonder from where,” you commented dryly.

jungkook rolled his eyes. “don’t get a big head. i just thought it sounded cool,” he brushed it off, but he was now pink in the cheeks.

you didn’t tease him further - mostly because he began setting up the bridle and you realized you actually had to ride the horse. she was a beautiful morgan horse of a deep chestnut colour and looked similar to your childhood horse, marshmallow. it was unfortunate that you never got to say goodbye to marshmallow, as he passed away in between your last summer in town and your recent move back.

finally, you, jungkook and virgo were outside. the fields behind his house were vast and you could see pops of yellow throughout, indicating specks of sunflowers. you turned to jungkook, a pout on your face.

“wipe that frown off, it makes you look ugly,” jungkook said.

“wow, you think i’m pretty then?” you retorted, making sure that your pout became more exaggerated.

“shut up. are you ready?” he rolled his eyes. “don’t forget, it’s all about communication and trust between you and the horse. safety is key, so always approach calmly and confidently. you remember the basic aids and how to mount?”

you looked at him, then at virgo, and back to jungkook again. you didn’t verbalize it, but you were essentially frozen in your tracks. you were pretending that you weren’t by goofing around, but you were scared shitless. even though you were trying to hide it, it was obvious that jungkook saw right through you.

“what?” you asked innocently.

jungkook groaned. “come on. you’ve done this before, you have nothing to be scared of.” he stopped his teasing and his features transformed with seriousness. he was genuinely trying to be encouraging at this point.

you sighed. it wasn’t clear where this random fear came from, but imagining yourself on a horse made you feel like you were going to throw up. squeezing your eyes shut tight, you tried calming yourself down, while keeping the same image in mind.

he was right, though. you weren’t a total beginner, you were just freaked out at the entire idea of getting on a horse. you took a deep breath and slowly approached virgo. you reached out for her reins.you then placed your left foot into the stirrup, while grasping onto the front of the saddle for support. then, in one swift motion, you swung your right leg over the horse’s back and gently settled yourself. you heard jungkook let out a low whistle.

you shot a look at him. “what, am i doing something wrong already?” it was already getting hard for you to breathe at a consistent pace, even though your movements were efficient and one of the hardest parts was already over.

“nah, not at all. you sure you’re actually scared?” jungkook asked. “you got on her like a pro with no directions! no mounting block, too!”

“you never offered one,” you hissed. “and no, i’m not scared. i’m only shaking for no reason. just something i like to do.” this was through gritted teeth, as you looked out in the distant horizon to distract yourself. virgo was calm and didn’t scare you off in any way, but you knew that if you looked down, you were going to start freaking out.

jungkook approached closer and you nearly flinched when he put a gentle hand on your own hand, where your knuckles were turning into the colour of paper from gripping the reins so tightly. you loosened the tenseness in your shoulders ever so slightly when he rubbed your hand in an attempt to calm you down.

“you got this.”

you gulped, finally meeting his eyes. they softened at the contact and you felt your heart begin to race again - but this time, it wasn’t because of the horse.

he inspected your form and nodded in satisfaction. “looks good. you might want to sit up a bit straighter.”

“like this?” you moved ever so slightly, but froze when virgo shifted underneath you.

jungkook chuckled. “relax. just like this.”

nothing could have prepared you for the way he reached over, gently placing his hand on your torso and helping you with your posture. your heart began pounding and you looked away again.

“better,” he murmured, hands still on your waist. then, realizing that he’d been in the same position for a little too long, retracted his arms like fire. if you weren’t losing your mind, you would have laughed at him.

eventually, like jungkook insisted, you got the hang of things in no time. knowing how to ride wasn’t something you could just forget, but ridding yourself of your anxieties was a different beast to tackle. you had to admit, it was so much easier with jungkook’s help. he cracked jokes and the way his tattoos decorated his muscular arms in broad daylight were incredibly distracting, but he was patient and kind to you.

by sundown, you were confident enough to see the trails with jungkook. the two of you went and at the end of the evening, you made it to the top of a hill with him. the sight was nothing less than breathtaking. there was just something so captivating about the way the clouds faded against streaks of lilac and the wide fields felt infinite. jungkook stood just a few feet away from you, with his horse, leo, at his side and was also looking out at the skyline.

you gazed outwards in admiration. "getting over my fears was so worth the view."

"i would never, ever trade this view for anything. i love it here," jungkook sighed. "in town, you get to see the stars and the fields and everything with no bright lights or loud cars."

and, it was true. there was a beauty that could only be found at the top of a hill in a small town surrounded by nothing but dirt and water. regardless, even if it was just dirt and water that bordered your tiny town, it was dirt and water that could have been handcrafted by mother nature herself. there was a certain serenity found in watching the sunset in the countryside with a man that made your stomach turn with butterflies every time you looked in his eyes. you smiled to yourself and to virgo, as if there was a secret shared between you both about jungkook.

“i told you to believe in me,” he remarked, eying the way you patted virgo. “you’re no city girl. you’re meant to be out here with m - uh, us.”

you couldn’t turn your head faster after your ears perked up at the last word. was he going to say “me” and stopped himself? jungkook cleared his throat and looked away once more.

“yeah. . .maybe i am,” you replied, biting your lip.

“you should’ve seen yourself!” jungkook suddenly exclaimed, nearly bouncing off his feet. “you were great and virgo loves you. hell, you’re better with her than any of the boys are - she almost trampled jimin one time.”

you scoffed. “and you thought it would be a good idea to let me practice with her? you know, if you wanted to kill me today, just say that.”

“but you survived,” jungkook smiled, stepping ever so slightly towards you. without hesitation, he brushed a hair away from your eyes.

you hoped he didn’t notice your breath completely stopping. bravery was forever a challenge to catch and bottle up like a firefly, seemingly impossible to have at times. it took bravery to face your fears today. somehow, the next words that came out of your mouth took even more.

after a beat, you found your voice. “jungkook. . .” you trailed off and he looked at you, curiously. “do you. . .wanttogetdinnerthisweekend?”

the words were jumbled and rapid, spilling out of your mouth. you thought you tripped over them, given jungkook’s raised eyebrows. you opened your mouth to repeat yourself, but he then broke out into a smile.

“yes. yes, of course.”

bravery came in many forms, whether it was falling for your best friend or taking a dive out of a plane. it lived in every sunset that dared to be more beautiful than the last and the leaps of faith sleeping within someone that would never see the light of day without the right person to push them forward.

#jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #bts fanfic #kpop fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenarios #bts series #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook au

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should i watch shogun

Short answer: yes.

Long answer: Shōgun is simply great television. As a historical drama (especially one focusing on an incredibly eventful and complicated era), it succeeds not only in telling a good story but staying true to the realities of the time period. The performances are fantastic: Cosmo Jarvis and Anna Sawai hold their own as a marooned English sailor and his stoic translator-turned-lover, and Hiroyuki Sanada is completely mesmerizing as the embattled warlord Yoshii Toranaga (inspired by the historical Tokugawa Ieyasu). (Seriously, he can speak volumes with just a tiny quirk of his mouth.) Plus, it's got something for everyone: intrigue, betrayal, power politics, a clash of cultures, earthquakes, Cosmo Jarvis getting naked almost every other episode, men being torn apart by cannons, and an exquisitely angsty romance. Last but not least, it's visually stunning, as evidenced by all the beautiful gifsets floating around after each episode. So, yes.

#shōgun #shogun 2024 #shogun #shogun fx #fx shogun #ask and answer #anon asks #seriously anon go and watch it #you won't be disappointed

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My Top 10 Favorite Stormlight Fights...That DON'T Involve Kaladin

I wanted to do an overall “top fights” list but I found that were all, uh, just Kaladin. So Kaladin’s best fights will be saved for a future post, probably, but for now--let’s give some love for those epic fights that DON’T involve our most dramatic hero.

[SPOILERS FOR ALL OF STORMLIGHT ARCHIVES!]

10: Adolin (and Renarin!) vs. the Thunderclast [Oathbringer]

This one makes the Top 10 for me mostly because of how cool it must have been in theory...although tragically we never do actually get to see Renarin fight the Thunderclast. I mean, Adolin's part is still very cool--gotta love the one guy without Radiant powers nevertheless trying to fight a giant stone monster from ages past. And then Renarin comes and defeats it off-screen, and that is cool enough to make this list even though we don't see it.

#9: Moash vs. Leshwi [Oathbringer]

This is such a short fight, and it probably wouldn't make the Top 10 for most people...but I thought it was cool. We have Moash facing off against a Fused--one of the first Fused we ever see--with a Shardblade, only to realize that he can't beat her with that weapon, so he grabs a simple spear instead (my heart!). Then he gets lashed to the sky...but pulls her with him and stabs her in the chest. And so he kills her, and Lewshi being Leshwi, she's like, "Okay. You're legit and I like you." So kind of a cool character-building moment for both of them!

#8: Adolin & Dalinar & Elhokar vs. the Chasmfiend [Way of Kings]

This fight didn't do it for me one a first read, because frankly I didn't care that much about the Dalinar chapters in Book 1 because I was always waiting to get back to Kaladin. But upon a reread and a re-reread, I liked it much more! Like so many early fights in Way of Kings, it felt like a sort of tutorial for how the powers work, here focusing on how Shardblades and Chasmfiends Work. You get to see Adolin & Dalinar work well together despite their conflicts, and you get to see Elhokar being, well, Elhokar.

#7: Adolin’s Duels [Words of Radiance]

Except for the last one, to keep this ranking Kaladin-free! But Adolin's pre-Whitespine-Uncaged duels were also very legit. Adolin is a great swordsman, and that makes him fun to watch (well, read about). And I loved the way that he had a different way to mess with his opponent in every duel, from unhinged battery to slowly picking apart the other guy's armor. It's great to see someone good at dueling get to do what they're best at.

#6: Szeth vs. an entire party [Way of Kings]

I'm referring to when Szeth assassinated King Hanavanar of Jah Keved...while the guy was holding a big dinner party. And while this scene is a little painful to read, since Szeth slaughters everyone while crying, if memory serves, you gotta be a little impressed by the way Szeth is able to kill an entire room of people, many of whom are armed with Shardblades or half-shards. At one point he even tosses his sword away and goes hand-to-hand with people holding deadly weapons and just slaughters them all, no problem. That guy is frightening good at murder.

#5: Navani vs. Raboniel vs. Moash [Rhythm of War]

Some fights are cool because they involve visually stunning moves or epic swordplay. Some are cool because they rip my heart into a million pieces. This is one of the latter! Navani killing Raboniel is gut-wrenchingly tragic but also so cool (the Fused are impossible to kill and yet, Navani does it)...and then Moash shows up. The confrontation between Moash and Navani was an emotional beat I didn't know I needed until it was happening...and listen, I am SUCH a sucker for self-sacrifice. Raboniel grabbing Moash to let Navani escape, even after Navani killed her? I'll never be over it.

#4: Szeth vs. Gavilar [Way of Kings]

I mean, this one is a true classic. It's the first fight we see, and serves as a basic tutorial on how stormlight and Shardblades work. We have Szeth in the opening of Way of King, going to assassinate Gavilar. He lashes people and things left and right. He's on the ceiling and the walls. He's burning souls and cutting holes in the building. He's desperately fighting Gavilar in what is probably Gavilar's only cool scene in all of the books. It's just classic.

#3: Shallan vs. An Entire Army [Oathbringer]

I'm not sure this would make a "Top Fights" list for very many people, but it is one of my personal favorites. This refers to the Battle of Thaylen Field (yes, Kaladin is in the background but that doesn't count as involvement), when Shallan, Veil, & Radiant summon hordes of alters to distract the Odium-crazed army. Not only does she fend off an entire army single-handedly (holy shit, Shallan), but she does so despite the fact that it is her being killed over and over again in thousands of forms. The image of her, Radiant, and Veil holding hands as she struggles to stay conscious is incredibly powerful to me. And Jasnah goes to help! A+ fight.

#2: Adolin & Maya vs. the Tukari [Rhythm of War]

This is one of my all-time favorite fights. It takes place in Shadesmar, when Adolin runs to help Notum who is being stabbed and beaten by a group of Tukari, Not only is it a heroic fight against grossly mismatched odds, which I always love, but it also demonstrates the bond between Maya & Adolin. And when the two of them fight back to back using the kata... *chef's kiss*

#1: Dalinar vs. Odium [Oathbringer]

I'm aware that Kaladin is, like, in the background here, but the actual conflict between Dalinar & Odium does not involve him. And this isn't a physical fight--there's no clashing of Shardblades or running on the ceiling--but damn if this fight doesn't hit hard. Dalinar fights with a book and with his whole soul, and he refuses to give up his pain or to absolve himself of the guilt of what he's done. This might be one of the most powerful moments in any book, so it gets the top spot here!

What are your guys' favorite non-Kaladin fights? Let me know in the comments, if you want!

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #stormlight archive spoilers #Adolin #Shallan #Dalinar #Szeth #Elhokar #Odium #Maya #Gavilar #Navani #Moash #Lewshi #Raboniel #Renarin

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NO BOYS — le sserafim

summary : the girls keep the boys away from you, who are all making moves on you and trying to get your number.

pairing : le sserafim x 6th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '98 liner ; platonic!eunchae ; protective!le sserafim ; jealous!le sserafim

requested: ✔

word count : 4.8k

your visuals in the kpop industry were no joke. everyone was aware of how stunning you were up close, and the pictures online and videos on television could not do you justice.

this sparked a massive uproar among netizens, particularly idols. many idols openly admitted they thought you were attractive and even expressed their admiration for you. while others remained silent, netizens still noticed how they stared at you at music shows.

of course, the girls heard about it. when they first met you, they all agreed you were stunning. the elegance you exuded and the bright, albeit slightly shy, smile you wore had them swooning.

they thought it was amusing to see the boys almost trip over their own feet while exchanging bows as they passed by you. at the time, sakura was seen smirking into her fist and the girls side eyeing the guy was caught on camera, and the video went viral.

you, on the other hand, were unaware. the girls didn't really tell you and you weren't very active on social media either, preferring to avoid it due to the possibility of encountering negative comments. you preferred to have your peace of mind, especially given the nature of your work.

it was amusing at first because you had no idea what was going on and all these men are trying to be lowkey despite their desire for your attention. however, it was beginning to grate on the girls' nerves because they were becoming too obvious.

this all happened at an award ceremony.

you were backstage trying to fix your earrings while ignoring the chaos around you. the staff were running around helping the girls with whatever problems they were having and some of them were holding cameras to film the behind-the-scenes.

"and here we have y/n unnie." you smiled at chaewon through the mirror, winking at the camera because your hands were too busy trying to lock the earrings. "i gave her that."

chaewon seemed pleased with herself; you weren't finished yet, but she thought it looked good on you as it accentuated your features because your hair was tied back, and you only smiled in agreement.

"chaewon-ie did a good job choosing this pair." you commented before huffing in frustration. you turned to face the short-haired girl, handing her the other earring you couldn't seem to lock. "help me?"

chaewon complied and handed the camera to a staff member, who accepted it and pointed it at you two to continue filming. chaewon stood in between your legs, taking your chin to tilt your head to the side, as you leaned against the vanity mirror to match her height. the leader remained silent as she struggled, but the click made you both sigh in relief.

you grinned at her and wrapped your arms around her waist. "thank you~"

chaewon wrapped her arms around your shoulders as you both stood there watching the other members get ready. eunchae, after finishing her hair and makeup, found herself in the middle of you two.

"i'm nervous." eunchae admitted quietly.

you exchanged a glance with chaewon and were quick to dispel the maknae's doubts, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. chaewon merely watched, knowing you had it under control.

"it'll be okay. you'll do well, okay?" you whispered.

"what if i make a mistake?" eunchae murmured and you could hear the fear in her tone.

you chuckled. "you won't. if you really did, that's fine. you know i'll fight off everyone for you, don't you? don't think about it too much and just have fun."

you poked her sides, making her squirm and laugh. "if things go wrong, i've got your back, okay?" you whispered and squeezed her gently.

you looked at chaewon and pointed to the other girls, catching sakura's soft gaze as she watched you three. "we have your back."

eunchae sighed, not because she was frustrated or worried, but because she was confident. as eunchae melted against your embrace, chaewon pinched the precious maknae's cheeks.

you started messing around with eunchae so that she would relax and chaewon joined in. the staff watching cooed and took a video because seeing the leader and eldest dote on the maknae was too cute to pass up.

because the other half of the room was occupied by you three, the other half near the door was the only one who heard the knock. sakura opened the door, their manager standing nearby, and was surprised to see juyeon from the boyz standing at their door.

despite her confusion, sakura returned the boy's 90 degree bow. "yes? what can i help you with?"

juyeon blushed, embarrassment creeping up on him. "is… is y/n-ssi here?"

sakura's face turned sour as she realized where this was going, and she turned around, jumping, when she saw kazuha standing right behind her. yunjin, the only one still at hair and makeup but close enough to hear the question despite the loud laughter on the other side of the room, was staring intently at the door.

sakura returned her gaze to juyeon, smiling apologetically at the boy. "she's kinda busy right now."

that wasn't technically a lie because you were really busy making the maknae smile, but it wasn't entirely accurate either. juyeon shook his head, relieved that he wouldn't have to embarrass himself in front of you and disappointed that he didn't get to see you right away.

"can you please hand this to her?"

juyeon handed her the bouquet of flowers, which she accepted and handed to their manager. before running away, the boy bowed and thanked her. sakura shut the door and exchanged glances with yunjin and kazuha, their manager walking away to put the bouquet somewhere else.

"who was that?" yunjin asked.

sakura shrugged. "juyeon from the boyz."

"he likes unnie, too?" kazuha queried, glancing at your crouching form. they watched chaewon help eunchae onto your back and unconsciously smiled when you grinned at the maknae's excited giggle as you stood.

"everyone does." yunjin answered, thanking the makeup artist as she was finally let out of her seat.

sakura let out a sigh. "expect a lot of her admirers to approach her tonight."

yunjin groaned, complaining that they should leave you alone, while kazuha made a mental note to be more observant later. to the relief of the staff, you finally summoned them and they rushed to join you.

you were dressed differently than them because you were going to perform with an idol as the show's opening number later on. because you wanted to surprise them, you didn't tell them who it was. when yunjin was close enough, her hand fell to rest on your bare waist as she stood behind you.

"y/n unnie looks so pretty." she mouthed the english compliment to the camera, smiling when you leaned against her as you conversed with your japanese members.

time flew by and the girls were soon called to take their seats at their assigned table. you were going to be alone because the performance would begin after everyone had taken their seats and the girls didn't want to leave you on your own.

"i'll join you in a bit, girls." you laughed as you were engulfed in a hug by kazuha and eunchae.

you looked at chaewon as they whined in response. despite the fact that she did not want to leave you, chaewon stepped in to help you.

"come on now. you want to see y/n unnie perform, right?"

that prompted the maknaes to pull away, but it took them a long time. when they did, you pinched eunchae's cheek and rested your other palm on kazuha's palm.

"i'll join you in a bit, yeah?"

the girls nodded and you smiled as they wished you good luck.

the girls soon found themselves sitting on a table near the stairs leading up to the stage. it hadn't even begun yet, but loud screams could already be heard throughout the area. the girls tried to interact with the fans by waving at them and they were met with squeals and the blur sound of their names being yelled.

then screams erupted again as it was announced that the show would begin in a few minutes and the lights on stage were turned off. the girls scanned the stage quickly and eunchae pointed to your silhouette as you approached the center, followed by another idol.

they could tell he was a guy by his build.

the area was quickly filled with music and the spotlight was on you. the girls couldn't hear the noise of the crowd, only the music you were sexily dancing to. your dancing skill were impressive, but your expressions, smirk, wink, lip bite, and everything else left the girls speechless.

they couldn't take their eyes off you because every move you made hypnotized them. you cast a quick glance down at your girls and were concerned to see their mouths open, fearing they'd catch a fly. but you didn't let that stop you, instead sending them a wink that made them smile.

while the others were amazed by you, eunchae was clapping excitedly.

however, they weren't the only ones who were sent into spirality and succumbed to your hypnotic gaze, but they'd have to deal with that later.

"holy shit." yunjin murmured.

"holy shit indeed." chaewon replied.

"wow." kazuha was too speechless to say anything else.

"so that's why she kept it a secret." sakura commented, smiling proudly.

"wah~ unnie is so amazing!" eunchae grinned, eyes following you as you approached the waiting silhouette behind you.

when they realized who it was, their smiles faded.

choi yeonjun.

he was the first to admit that he thinks you're really pretty while also admitting that you're his crush.

as part of the dance, yeonjun placed his hands on your hip. they didn't even try to hide their sour faces and they knew they'd go viral, but they didn't care.

chaewon leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. sakura tried to keep her gaze on you, but whenever yeonjun touched you, her gaze would shift to his hand. yunjin was staring at you and kazuha's brow twitched every now and then as his face got too close to yours. finally, eunchae was simply enjoying your performance, happy to see her mother figure in the group dancing on stage.

after the performance, you blew a kiss to the camera, causing more squeals, before looking down at the girls. when you looked them in the eyes, they lit up, and you winked just as the lights went out.

as you changed, the girls waited for you. they tried to pay attention to the speaker and whoever was performing, but they wanted to see you. they stood up to give you an excited wave when you finally appeared at the side of the stage. you chuckled and waved back, but your focus was diverted when yeonjun turned to face you as you approached the stairs.

surprisingly, kazuha had predicted his next move and almost ran up to where you were, followed by yunjin, who was surprised that kazuha had realized as well. you were surprised to see the american and japanese ballerina extending their hands to you, but you accepted and let them help you down.

"so? how was that?" you asked your members, who gave you big hugs.

the girls immediately showered you with compliments, saying how sexy you were and how great you did on stage. they obviously left out the part where yeonjun did well because he had touched you too many times, which they thought was unfortunate. yunjin wrapped her arm around your shoulders while kazuha wrapped hers around your waist.

the night went on and you sat between chaewon and eunchae. the maknae leaned against you for comfort as the leader placed her hand on your knee.

"i'm hungry." you whined softly to chaewon, who giggled at you.

"didn't we eat earlier?" she whispered back.

you pouted. "not enough."

sakura, yunjin, and kazuha all looked over at you, smiling at your adorable pout. yunjin reached over to pinch your cheeks while lightly laughing.

"no, really. me, too." eunchae said, backing you up, causing you to give her a high five.

sakura chuckled. eunchae was exactly like you, albeit a cuter version of yourself because you were the eldest and thus more mature. you can, however, be as cute as eunchae when you want to be.

sakura looked around at some point during the conversation about food, but then noticed san from ateez staring at you with a small smile on his lips.

must be because of your pout, sakura thought.

so she subtly adjusted her seat to block his view of you, a satisfied smile on her lips. yunjin looked at her, covering her lips as she laughed at sakura's actions.

but yunjin knew she'd do the same thing.

your group was then announced as the winner of an award. you were taken aback because you had been preoccupied with food the entire time. sakura noticed and laughed, drawing your attention to her. you pouted at her before turning your gaze to the steps and holding eunchae's hand. the other members were standing behind you two, hands outstretched, ready to assist you.

chaewon was the first to speak into the microphone and you stood next to her, holding the award. chaewon's gaze would occasionally return to you and you'd both share a soft smile.

yunjin spoke next, the speech now in english, and you stared in awe. being the touchy person she is, she placed her hand on your arm, pulling you closer so that you could showcase the award.

kazuha was the last to go. as she stood in front of the microphone, she cast a glance at you. you knew she was nervous, so you wrapped an arm around her waist. kazuha was able to get through it thanks to your comfort and support.

however, just as kazuha finished speaking, the camera panned towards you before a certain male idol was shown on the large screen, caught as he stared in a daze while murmuring the word 'pretty.'

loud screams ensued and he hid his face behind his hands, receiving teasing smacks from his members. you looked at the screen, perplexed, and saw haechan from nct dream. you shrugged, not knowing what had happened and not wanting to know, and led the girls backstage.

the girls, on the other hand, were aware of what was going on. they threw a glance at nct dream's table, not caring if they were their seniors, but they did try to hide it. you called them over and they quickly followed you as you went to prepare for your performance.

during the performance, you would shoot the maknae a funny look whenever you had the chance and eunchae would just smile, breaking character. well, technically, she wasn't because she was always smiling.

after that, you nearly collapsed on the chair as the adrenaline left your body and was replaced by mild exhaustion. kazuha sat next to you, her head on your shoulders, watching the others settle into their seats around the room.

"i did well, right?" kazuha murmured, referring to her solo part at the end of the performance.

you hummed and reached up to pat her cheek. "you did so well, my zuha."

with that, kazuha closed her eyes for a brief moment. you brought up the subject of food again with the staff and eunchae was quick to back you up. yunjin joined in this time, but the rest of the girls mostly just watched you talk about how hungry you were (listened, in kazuha's case).

you cheered loudly when they said okay, which was a quick response from them, not even a beat later, which surprised kazuha. "oop. sorry, zuha."

you caressed her face, mumbling apologies and searching for any hurt area on her skin. there were none, but because kazuha liked the way you doted on her, she let you do your thing.

"wait. we'd have to leave eunchae now, right?" chaewon's question had you pulling away from kazuha, eyes wide in disbelief.

you were disappointed when the managers nodded and pointed to the clock. "fuck curfew." you muttered in english.

yunjin, who was walking by, burst out laughing. they looked at her, puzzled, but she only pointed at you, laughing again when you smiled at her. kazuha heard you as well because she was sitting next to you, but she said nothing and just chuckled.

then you rose to embrace the pouting maknae. "i promise we'll be back."

eunchae gave a nod. "be quick?"

you smiled. "if i could, baby gorl, i would. please wait here, okay?"

eunchae gave you another nod, and the girls waved her goodbye. you were the last to leave, but not before waving to the grinning maknae.

the night progressed and the group was called on stage for another award shortly after you returned from backstage. this time, it was just you to give a speech, and while you were doing so, the girls scanned the crowd of idols.

they noticed that there were far too many of them smiling. it was small because they were trying to conceal it, but it was still a smile. yunjin moved in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. you only gave her a passing glance before continuing your speech.

then you called out to eunchae, prompting the girls to do the same. "hong eunchae! we love you, baby. please wait a moment."

eunchae was smiling backstage, already missing her unnies. "i love you, too." she murmured the sentiment in english, causing the staff around her to coo.

and the awards ceremony was soon finally over.

the sigh that left your mouth caused chaewon to laugh at you. "what? i'm just glad it's finally over." you whispered in her ear.

"idiot. come on."

you were on stage with your members and the other groups who came. as you walked with them, you wrapped your arms around sakura, keeping her close to you because you didn't want her to be swallowed up by the crowd.

"i want to eat japanese food." you told her.

"me, too. do you want me to cook tomorrow?" sakura asked.

you hummed, finding delight at the idea. "sure, kkura, but let me help."

the japanese chuckled. "i'm sure even if i told you otherwise, you'd still help."

you looked down at her and raised your brows in amusement. "not that you'd say no to me either."

sakura didn't respond, but the smile on her face said it all: she can't say no to your adorable face.

you both paused, however, when someone tripped in front of you. you widened your eyes and extended one hand to assist whoever it was. the guy accepted it and you recognized him as jay from enhypen, one of your labelmates.

he blushed when your eyes met because, goddamn, he'd seen you up close before and you never cease to amaze him with your beauty and kindness.

the girls kept an eye on him while bowing back to his members, who were on the verge of laughing and were also deeply embarrassed by his actions. you patted his shoulders and smiled goodbye before walking away, the girls trailing you like lost puppies.

and that concludes the evening's events.

or so the girls thought.

when you saw eunchae waiting for you outside, you pick up your pace. "manchae!" you called out affectionately.

the girls slowed down to allow you to spend time with the girl you claimed as your child and they ran over when you waved them over. you and eunchae were squished in the group hug and you laughed before calling for timeout.

"air, babes. we need air." you stated, causing them to pull away.

"sorry." they said in unison, chaewon fixing your hair and yunjin doing the same for eunchae.

"we missed you." sakura told the maknae, who beamed. "me, too."

"we're eating out, right?" you asked.

yunjin nodded. "yeah."

"where?" chaewon asked, causing yunjin to light up and point at you.

when you raised your brow at her unintentional suggestive action, yunjin quickly retracted her finger, explaining what she meant. "unnie, we discovered this restaurant last week!"

your mouth formed the letter 'o'. "that's right! we should give it a shot." you told the girls.

when you went to explain where it was, a voice from behind you interrupted you. "uhm, excuse me?"

when you turned around, hyunjin from stray kids greeted you with a bow, which you promptly returned because he was your senior. behind you, the girls stood guard, with kazuha reaching out to clutch the back of your outfit.

you gave a warm smile. "yes?"

hyunjin blushed at your attention and threw a sideward glance towards where the rest of his members stood, cheering him on. you were confused as to what was going on, but you waited for the boy to speak. he looked back at you and cleared his throat before handing you an envelope.

you accepted it and smiled. "what's this for?"

"i, uhm, like you and i was hoping to... maybe get your number?" the boy sounded hesitant, but he decided to shoot his shot.

he was attractive, and you were aware of his talent, but dating was not on your mind at the time. you opened your mouth to reject him as gently as you could, but chaewon cut you off.

"we're sorry, but we can't give out our phone numbers."

"ah, it's okay. i'm just happy i could tell you, y/n-ssi." hyunjin's face showed his disappointment, but he still smiled at her and you.

meanwhile, your face dropped at your leader's interruption and you were side-eyeing chaewon, who quickly avoided your gaze. everyone got chills and did the same thing as chaewon, suddenly finding their shoes, hands, or the wall in front of them more interesting.

they recognized that look and knew that hell would await them once they entered that room.

although chaewon was the leader, you were the eldest. being the eldest and most mature, you took pride in it. when she interrupted, it stung your pride.

you smiled at hyunjin and decided to play along for the time being. "of course. sorry and thank you, i appreciate it."

you exchanged bows and watched the downcast guy walk back to his members, who comforted him with a pat on the back. you entered the room without looking anyone in the eyes. before following you, the girls gulped and exchanged nervous glances.

the staff knew they couldn't get involved, so they sat it out.

"what was that?"

the girls saw you taking off your accessories in front of the mirror. your face was emotionless, which scared eunchae because it reminded her of the time you got mad and she decided she didn't want to see you mad again.

"care to explain?" you threw them a brief glance, mostly at chaewon, and they were shaken up again by the intense look in your eyes.

the leader took a deep breath. "we just... didn't want you to give him your phone number."

"and you thought interrupting me was a good idea?" you asked, and chaewon went to speak, but you turned around to face them. "didn't you trust me enough to not do that?"

while the other girls panicked, chaewon quickly shook her head. sakura decided to intervene after noticing chaewon about to cry, which you had noticed, but you needed answers first.

"when i say i didn't want other people to get your attention, i think i speak for everyone." sakura said.

as you stared at sakura, you remained silent. your brows furrowed and the gears in your head were finally turning to bring you to realization.

the girls waited with baited breaths as yunjin drew chaewon closer to her, providing the comfort their poor leader required. kazuha was also behind her, rubbing her back.

chaewon was grateful for them, but she needed yours.

your leader looked you in the eyes and watched you sigh and close your eyes.

"so, to cut a long story short, you were jealous?"

thinking you were still mad, they nodded.

"i see." you said, opening your arms now that your questions had been answered. they were hesitant to approach you at first, but you called out to your leader. "chaewon-ah."

your sweet tone caused chaewon to run to you, knocking the air out of your lungs, but you didn't care for the time being. you stroked her back with one hand while resting the other on her head. you knew she was trying hard not to cry when you heard her sniffle quietly against your shoulder.

the thing she despised the most was you getting angry at her.

it goes the same with the others.

"i'm sorry, my love." you said quietly and chaewon nodded. "i'm sorry, unnie."

you hummed and gave an apologetic smile to eunchae. "did i scare you?"

you waved her over after the maknae nodded. chaewon stepped back to let you hug eunchae, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. yunjin approached you and kissed the side of your head as she apologized. because eunchae wouldn't let go of you, kazuha went to cling to your sleeve instead.

"you're really scary when you're angry, unnie." kazuha said, tugging on your outfit as a way to ground herself after the fright you've instilled in them all.

you smiled, humming. "i'm sorry, my zuha, everyone."

everyone took a moment to calm down, and when eunchae pulled away, you apologized by briefly hugging sakura, yunjin, and kazuha before turning to chaewon, who remained silent. she'd calmed down, but she remained silent.

"call them in? let me just talk to chae real quick." you said quietly to sakura, who nodded.

you approached chaewon and hugged her, pushing her to the corner of the room, away from their gaze. chaewon wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your neck.

"are you mad at me?" you asked.

chaewon shook her head. "no, why would i?"

"i'm sorry for acting that way." you murmured in her hair.

"it's not your fault, unnie." she reassured and pulled back to look in your eyes.

you wiped the stray tears from her cheek and planted a small kiss on her brow. "i love you, okay? you and the girls. you have my undivided attention at all times and in all places, hm?"

chaewon nodded and rested her forehead against your jaw. "i love you, too."

"good. trust me, okay?"

she nodded.

"and please do not interrupt me again."

chaewon knew you were no longer mad when your tone was laced with a playful sound and added by the playful raise of your brow. she laughed and nodded, knowing they'd all remember not to interrupt you again in their lives.

when you left the corner, you immediately got changed. and when you came out wearing your favorite sweatpants and hoodie, kazuha was the first to greet you. the japanese ballerina melted in your arms and you swayed her to the song yunjin was singing.

"don't get mad again. ever."

you laughed at that, squeezing her. "i'd try not to, my zuha."

you approached yunjin, who lit up when she saw you. still singing along to the song on her phone, she grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into her lap.

"hey, love~ you're not mad at us anymore, right?" yunjin asked.

she sounded playful, but when she switched to english, you knew she was serious and just trying to clear the air between you two. you nodded and stroked her cheek with one finger.

"yes, jen. don't worry."

you leaned against the american for a moment, opening your arms for sakura. she plopped down on you without hesitation, ignoring yunjin's groan. the force surprised the american, who you knew was strong enough to support you two.

"you gave us quite the scare." sakura muttered.

"i know, i'm sorry." you murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

you three remained silent after that. the staff were wary, but the way you slept on yunjin with sakura in your arms assured them that everything was fine. you awoke to sakura tapping your cheek and yunjin caressing the skin beneath your hoodie.

"time to go, y/n/n. come on."

you found yourself in between chaewon and eunchae, the two members you scared the most tonight. they were both leaning against your shoulders, playing with your fingers. you gave them a kiss on the head, and the way chaewon closed her eyes, a contented sigh leaving her lips, and eunchae burying herself in your embrace told you that everything would be fine.

the other girls smiled, relieved to see you weren't mad anymore and had made up with them.

"go sleep. i'll wake you up once when we get there." they complied and were knocked out like a light.

you looked out the window, your thoughts racing. you let out a sigh. that explains their behavior earlier tonight. you thought it was nothing, but it turns out it did mean something.

for the time being, it appears that you will not be dating anyone.

nikko note: hi, everyone! many liked the first ot5 fic i made, so i decided to write another one. i might be busy until next week because of school shit, so wish me luck TT i hope you like this one! but i'll definitely be back with another fic because there are tons in my drafts, so see you!

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