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lakehouse-loser · 2 years

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puppet headcanons!!!

ive been plannign this pos for weeks! now i have to wake up at like 7 tomorrow and its the middle of the night so perfect time for me to write it out!

i dont know how long this will be just a warning!!! this includes everything from the puppets' personalities to physical and behavioral quirks to relationships!

ok so generally i think all the puppets have personalities that are larger-than-life because they are puppets. generally symbols of childhood folly and entertainment. goofy ah puppets

Jester:

this bloke is much sweeter than we tend to give him credit for... sure hes a lil bitch but he will always be there for his friends. he has a surprising amount of strength and know-how as we see in some scenes of the films. when he displays emotions they are always comically overdramatic like the clown he is. he has a hard time displaying his sorrow, though. when he feels genuine sorrow he tries to mask it with his dramatic flair. blade, leech, and decapy can see when hes really feeling low though, and cheer him up when they detect that melancholy. jester's also super sarcastic. sarcasm is roughly 70% of his humor

Torch:

torch is like that one guy who WILL do ANYTHING. if he sees a wild animal he WILL try to pet it, if he sees an interesting plant he WILL try to eat it. even so, he wont do something unless he's absolutely convinced it will have a good outcome for him or his friends (this doesnt mean its true, he just thinks so). hes a little dumb but supremely kindhearted. he never understands jester's sarcasm or jokes and the others have to explain them to him. he has a very literal sense of humor. hes always expecting the best out of people, and can get disappointed very easily. he can only see in shades of red.

Blade: ok so lets get one thing straight torch and blade are boyfriends, blade is very nervous and jittery. he has nervous habits of twitching and fidgeting with stuff. he scratches up furniture like a cat when hes feeling uneasy or restless. hes sleepy a lot because hes always unconsciously keeping himself still, also he stays up late a lot spying on the current enemy. hes easily spooked. he's an awkward and clumsy guy, but he tries to be serious and stay on task. he notices everything. he can also only see black, white, and green. he and torch ponder the concept of color together a lot. he dreams about hands. he collects bones

Additional Blade and Torch Thoughts:

-they nap together often

-blade explains jester's jokes to torch all the time

-they try to cook together because knife+flamethrower, it doesnt work out and they have to throw their food in the sea because it is so foul

-they have a shared goal of someday getting onto the roof of the inn. they dont know what they want to do up there but they want to go

Pinhead: he is the big brother. hes usually very calm and patient and rarely raises his voice, usually only at jester or six. one of his eyes stays shut because of (good and understandable reason). his eyesight is not too keen. he thinks about pronouns sometimes, what are his pronouns. i know he likes trucks, hes probably taken one from an enemy before. hes trying to build a mechanism so he can drive it on his own. hes not a very big talker but hes known to take part in conversation when its needed. he carries the other guys (except torch, torch too big). he likes to give them piggyback rides. he has a secret passion for poetry and occasionally he will write some of his own. he doesnt think its very good but leech woman has read a few of his works and if you ask her she will write you a 5 page essay on how compelling and thought-provoking his words are. he can pick up things 10 times his size/weight like an ant

Sixshooter: always on the grind. he is an alpha male. he gets hella bitches. he loves doing target practice. he's actually responsible for a miscalculation of the local woodpecker population, because "damn theres so many holes in these trees, must be a lotta woodpeckers over here!" we all know he can climb like a motherfucker, he can probably go upside down too like a bug. i saw our friend mountain dew glowstick flavor say that he can stand on the ceiling and i agree. he could also swim well hypothetically, but he's too nervous to try that out. he watches workout videos and works along with them even though he is just a little puppet. he laughs at every one of jester's stupid jokes, and his laugh is BIG and LOUD. he giggles his cheeky little giggle very often as well.

Tunneler: truly an anomaly. truly an enigma. he once heard the myth of "digging to china" and it didnt go very well. He's jammed his drill multiple times from getting dirt and grime in it from digging so much. he doesnt think he needs to worry about it that much because he's a PUPPET, so he's basically IMMORTAL right????? he mixes leaves and dirt in puddles and pretends to make soup. he likes to hang out with sixshooter and jester and laugh at the goofy jokes they crack. here and there he'll crack one too, but its much stranger and usually will just be met with weird looks. "why did the chicken cross the road? ground beef wholesale." he's a little socially awkward, but he doesnt realize it. he's very easygoing and doesnt really notice as many issues or disturbances as blade does per say.

Decapitron: decapy is like that one guy in a cartoon that explains the moral of the episode to the other characters. like in sesame street, he'd be the human and the other puppets would be the, well, puppets. he's very nice and calm like pinhead, but he doesnt ever raise his voice, even at six or jester. he likes to problem-solve and do critical thinking. he loves figuring out new things. he approaches everything with a very open mind. since he's kind of like the messenger of andre he sometimes gets random flashbacks to things andre experienced. sometimes theyre nice but often times theyre memories of elsa's death or the burnt up puppet theater, and they'll shake him up for a few days. he doesn't usually talk about this issue to the others, though. he can see a very wide range of colors almost like a bee, and often talks to blade and torch about color since they have a limited spectrum.

Leech Woman: she is totally cool! she has a bit of an interest in fashion and sometimes makes her own outfits from found stuff around the inn. she sucks at cleaning, though. whenever she gets her clothes dirty she dunks them in the ocean and gets confused when they come out all sandy. she sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat, worried about the whereabouts of her leeches. the leech she puked back in '98... where is it now? she has a very strong hunger because of all the leeches. she has to feed them as well. often times when she's getting a dose of elixir she will put drops of animal blood in it to quench her neverending thirst. but because of all that weird magic nonsense, she'll act weird and goofy for a little bit after. its worth it though! proud mother of an infinite host of leeches.

Additional Decapitron and Leech Woman Thoughts: -decapitron will clean leech's clothes for her. a devoted househusband -they watch lightning storms together -sometimes they go out and dance together when it's rainy out -leech is the only guy decapy vents (amongus) to about his flashbacks -they take early morning walks together every sunday, rain or shine, sleet, snow, or hail.

Mephistopheles (i know hes not one of the main ones but..... he holds a special place in my heart.) this will be short because i dont know how much i have to say about him. he talks in a swedish accent all the time. he can manipulate fire (yeah this is based off the comics). his orb shows him cool stuff sometimes. he pirated sing 2 and is currently watching it via the orb. he knows a surprising amount about wine and alcohol even though he cannot drink it. he can only see in black and white, but he has no desire to learn about other colors. he sharpens and paints his stupid little fingernails every week, and polishes his horns every other day.

i hope you liked my headcanons they took some consideration. some of them i made up on the spot though

#puppet master #tunneler #jester #torch #leech woman #blade #sixshooter #puppet master movies #headcanons #pm hcs #mephistopheles

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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Patients Patience

doctor!Jaehyun x reader // FLUFF, SMUT Summary: Who would have thought having a heart disease can make you score someone great like Jaehyun. Word Count: 4k Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, heart disease, swearing, unprotected sex, inferiority complex, broken engagement, doctor-patient romantic relationship Note: -idk if a doctor and patient relationship is legal? or like allowed, if not well this is only a fic -IDK WHAT ELSE TO NOTE HEHE ENJOY?

Ever since you were a little girl, you’ve always dreamt about having a strong heart and be able to do anything and everything you want. Having a heart disease didn’t stopped you from living a beautiful and wild life, you just have to live careful and stay alive so you won’t put yourself in a serious condition. You finished studying, have a stable career, and you’re living a happily in life.

Monthly check up is normal for someone who has heart disease and growing up, you only had one doctor who takes care of you and that is Dr. Jung Hae in. He’s been your doctor for over 20 years and he never fails to take care of you. Today, he told you he will hand over you to his son because he will finally retire.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my son Dr. Jaehyun. From now on he will be the one taking care of you” Doctor Jaehyun offered a hand for you to shake and gave you a dimpled smile. “You’re in good hands” he said. Little did you know that your new doctor will someday change your life in a different way.

Nothing special happened during the check up, your new doctor seems to know everything about your condition from how you’re supposed to be taken care of to the future things you need to do to live a much healthier life. “If anything goes wrong, I’m the one in charge to operate you” he said as he bid you good bye and thanked you for your time.

Later that day you had plans with your friends at your favorite bar. A normal Friday night spending the whole time laughing, dancing and watching your friends get drunk. You were waiting for the bartender to notice you when a man spoke to you from behind.

“I thought I said strictly no alcoholic beverages?” you turned your back to see who it is.

“Oh my g- Doctor Jaehyun! Sorry,” you were nervous but happy to see him, you don’t know why you feel this way. “I’m having freshly squeezed orange juice, don’t worry” you explained and invited him to sit on the stool beside you.

Ditching your friends to keep him company, doctor Jaehyun is actually fun to be with. Interesting stories just keeps piling up and no one bothers to look at the time as you two continue talking. Jaehyun is on his seventh scotch and you noticed he handles his alcohol very well, while you on the other is on your fourth glass of orange juice. He was telling you how he managed to pass some of his subjects during med school by sleeping with some of his females professors and they grade him based on his performance in bed. That story made you laughed so hard you forgot who you’re talking to.

“How about you? Tell me something I don’t know, something crazy about you” he challenged. Choosing from a bunch of crazy stuff you could tell him, you picked the most shocking one to beat his story.

“Uhm- I’m engaged…” the moment you told him that he almost choke on what he was drinking and asked the bartender for a glass of water. “Oh, Doctor are you okay?” you worriedly asked patting his back and caressing it while you watch him cough. You don’t know but your touch gave him goosebumps and tingles.

“Sorry I was just shocked- totally unexpected” he said. “Please, call me Jaehyun. I’m not your doctor right now” he said, asking for the bartender another glass of scotch and an orange juice for you.

“But aren’t doctors always on call? Like 24/7?” you asked, trying to avoid the topic of you being engaged.

“If you collapse right now, I’ll transform as your doctor. But for now please, give me a break” you both let out a laugh because of what he said. “So are you happily engaged?” just as you thought you already avoided that topic, he’s bringing it up again.

“Uhh” you let out an awkward laugh, “I broke it off” Jaehyun apologised for prying but deep inside he’s happy he’s not flirting to someone married or at least going to be. You told him it was because your ex fiancé is emotionally unstable so you both have no other choice to break the engagement. “Johnny is a great guy, he’s just too much sometimes” you ended the story with a light note.

The night continued to be more interesting and you both talked about other stuff, knowing each other more but not like a patient-doctor kind of relationship. He was completely growing a huge crush on you and he was confident about it, telling you how much you look beautiful in that dress, how you look hot and cute at the same time whenever you smile. Hearing it from Jaehyun makes you blush like crazy.

You noticed how handsome he is while drinking his scotch and those two loose buttons from his shirt just makes him even more hotter. He noticed how you looked at him, and flashed a dimpled smile at you. To your surprise he came closer to you, his hot breath touching your exposed neck. “Stop fucking me with your eyes. Are you still a virgin?”

The question made you stare at him a little longer, completely startled by his behaviour. Normally if a guy hits on you like this you always know what to say and not to say. But when it comes to Jaehyun, you’re speechless.

“My place is not far from here”

Hesitating but you let him bring you to his place. You were not planning to fuck your doctor but you’re not immune to his incredible charms. The sexual tension was building up fast while you two were walking to his apartment, and when you’re finally alone with him his lips crashed to yours and you kissed him back without having second thoughts.

Jaehyun was not rushing you to take off your clothes or anything, but you can feel his need by the way he kiss you passionately, how his hands were gentle when touching you and how he’s making you want just spread your legs for him. You bumped on the dinner table and sat on it, putting Jaehyun in between your legs. His lips were busy kissing you wherever he wants while your hands were busy taking off his pants and palming his hardening cock.

Now that his pants are already discarded he removed his shirt, and lifts your dress throwing it on the floor. Looking at your clothed boobs as he hooks his fingers on your panties taking it off slowly, you unclasp your bra and throw it to Jaehyun, making him giggle and admire your naked body for a minute.

“First time having sex on a dinner table?” he whispers beside your ear before spreading your legs wider and caress your inner thighs making your pussy tingle and want for his fingers inside you. You moan and roll your head back, enjoying the way he teases you.

The moment was completely ruined when his work phone rang like crazy, “fuck” he said completely annoyed and frustrated. He answers the phone in front of you, keeping you close to him so you won’t feel cold. Seeing Jaehyun completely naked in between your legs while talking to someone on his phone will forever be engraved in your mind.

He ended the call and lowered his head. “I’m so sorry” he exhales sharply, “duty calls. I’m needed at the hospital- fuck. I’m really sorry” he embraced you and kissed you too many times on your cheeks, apologising for the unexpected call from work which perfectly ruined your night. “It’s okay, I understand. Some other time, yeah?” he nods his head and helped you go down from the dinner table.

After that fateful night you two were working your asses off at your jobs, completely missing each other but can’t make time because of the busy schedules. Jaehyun texts you everyday, sending sweet reminders that made you blush and smile out of nowhere your friends are already suspecting you have someone new. At night you feel like a horny teenager sexting someone before you go to sleep, sometimes when Jaehyun isn’t tired from hospital duty he will call you and talk to you until someone passes out.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Jaehyun and you can’t believe work is being a bitch to the both of you. Today, you have a big wedding to take care of and Jaehyun has a doctors conference.

6:00 am Jaehyun: Good morning beautiful. 7:13 am Jaehyun: Doctors conferences are boring. Did you eat breakfast? Don’t skip breakfast, doctor’s orders. ;) 7:30 am Jaehyun: Drinking orange juice right now and thought of you. 8:30 am You: Sorry I was busy. I miss you too, now let me work. :*

5:45 PM Jaehyun: I just met a total of 64 doctors. Dad has been introducing me around, showing me off like crazy. 6:23 pm You: He’s just proud you took after him.

7:22 pm Jaehyun: I miss your lips.

7:22 pm Jaehyun: I’m done for the day, can I see you now? I can pick you up from work.

7:30 pm You: Done for the day too, just saying good bye to the guests. I’m at the La Vien Rose Hotel, be done by 8. Finally, I’m going to see your handsome face again.

7:31 pm Jaehyun: I’m standing right behind you.

Before you could even turn around, Jaehyun hugged you from behind. Good thing you’re already alone and the guests are far gone. “Hey, sexy” he whispered and twirled you to face him admiring how good you look tonight.

“This whole time you’re at the conference from the other event room?” you said as you embrace him back, feeling happy to see him.

“I have a room here- uh, you want to order room service? Have dinner with me?” he gave you a dimpled smile followed by a wink that you already knew what it’s for. He brought you to his suite that’s big enough for one person, and has the greatest view of the city.

You two sat on the carpeted floor as he reach in for your feet and removes your three inch heels and massage it. “So good” you groaned while watching him, “How’s your day?” you asked and made him stop so you can lay on his lap. Sipping from his glass of wine, he shook his head before answering you.

“Besides missing you like crazy, it felt like shit meeting all those doctors today” he exhales sharply and downs his wine drinking until the last drop. “just family pressure and social pressure from being the last Jung to finish med school since I’m the youngest. They expect so much from me”

You sat up and provided comfort immediately, caressing his arms to let him know that you’re all ears and ready to listen. “They basically dragged me to med school. That’s a family secret. Everyone from my grandfather, parents, cousins and siblings called me a disgrace when I voiced out that I wanted to pursue music”

Theres a moment of comfort silence after he told you the whole story, hearing it from Jaehyun just makes it even more heavy and quite frankly you don’t know how to make him feel better. Good thing Jaehyun knew exactly what to do, “Anyway, it’s too early for you to know this side of me. Let’s just enjoy the night, come on. Were finally together” he reached in for a kiss that you gladly gave and it completely changes the mood.

You watch the city lights flicker as Jaehyun gets another bottle of wine and pour you a glass. He turns off the lights so you could enjoy the view and stood behind you to look at the nice view together. For a moment it was cold and quiet, clearly you’re both tired from today’s events. Until his soft lips touches your exposed neck, suddenly you feel the heat around your body slowly spreading making your head light letting it fall back so Jaehyun can kiss your neck better.

“We’re finally going to have sex tonight” just the thought of it plus Jaehyun’s soft voice gives you shiver. Wine long forgotten, he slowly motions you to the side of the bed keeping you close like he normally does. Slowly unzips your dress letting it fall down leaving you in your matching sexy underwear. You unbutton his blue dress shirt smoothly and admire his perfect body for a second, taking time to digest what’s about to happen tonight.

Doctor Jung Jaehyun is going to have sex with you.

Seeing him on top of you wearing a Calvin Klein boxer briefs is something you only imagine as you masturbate at night while sexting him. And seeing him remove it in front of you can make you cum then and there. Jaehyun is finally in between your legs removing your bra and laced panties, feeling his soft finger tips brush on your thighs. “Want to pump my cock?” he asked with a smirk.

You sat up, pumped his cock until it’s hard, licked it until you’re satisfied and sucked it until you hear Jaehyun’s moans and sharp gasps. Jaehyun’s cock is thick and long, and you’re almost afraid it wouldn’t fit you. “I’m gonna cum” he warns you as you stop him from pulling away as you swallow his cum.

His knees are weak and his body is shivering, seeing him cum in front of you afor the first time makes you extra horny. Jaehyun pushed you on the mattress and grabs both of your legs, spreading them wide before he blows hot air on your cunt and kiss it. A peck that’s so soft you asked for another one. The second contact of his lips on your cunt was not a soft kiss, but a long slow lick that made your eyes close and close your legs.

“Open” he said sternly, of course you followed.

He continues to lick your cunt as you grind your pussy slowly. “Fuck Jaehyun, spit on it” and he did, seeing him spit on your pussy makes you spread your legs wider. Jaehyun stopped and kneeled in front of you as he pumps his hard cock again. Leaning down to you for a kiss as he lines his cock on your cunt, he winked at you before he pushes in. Automatically your arms swing fast around his neck as he goes in slowly, rocking his hips back and forth according to your liking.

It feels so good for Jaehyun all he can do now is continue thrusting slow, furrow his brows and let out beautiful moans. You noticed how he was biting his lip while he fucks you slow, looking so handsome. “Stop biting you lips- you look fucking hot Jae” he giggle and kissed you on your neck, his cold fingertips brushing softly on your nipples which you really love. Making you smile every time he pinch one, “Feels good?” he managed to ask while increasing his pace, you can only nod as you look directly in his eyes enjoying every thrust. You feel your heart beat faster because he looks so handsome fucking you like this.

He puts his right thumb on your clit making you moan and roll your head back. “Don’t do that” you said, trying so hard not to cum yet. “Hmm? What if I want to?” he said as he continues what he’s doing but this time your lips to lips, kissing softly while he fucks you faster and thumbs your clit. Perfect, just where you want it to be. Every moan, hard groan, curse and whine is just between your mouths and bodies, he thrusts faster you’re sure the bed is making a sound. Holding tight on his shoulders, leaving marks on it as your long nails digs deep. Long moans and sharp gasps as you cum hard while he continues fucking you and catch his own release.

While you both ride your high, he’s kissing your naked body as you shiver, still sensitive from your orgasm. Oh how his lips feels so good against your skin. “Sleep with me tonight” Jaehyun offers while he’s busy kissing your shoulders sweetly. You nod weakly as he lay beside you, covering you with the thick duvet. Arms around each other he stare at the ceiling while you listen to his heart beat.

“Can I be honest?” he said, making you turn your head to face his handsome face. His heart skipped a beat seeing your beautiful face, freshly fucked but nervous about what he’s going to say.

“Of course” you said, pushing his hair away from his face and came in closer to him.

“Since the day that I met you- or that night when we ended up naked in my apartment” you both giggled, “Since that day, I go to work feeling excited and happy and that never happened to me before” Jaehyun pinched your cheeks playfully, “you made me to be a better doctor”

Happy to hear that from Jaehyun, you can’t exactly hide your blush from him. “Is that a blush I see, hmm?” he reached for you and gave you a peck on the lips, “If you give me a chance, I’ll show you what true love really feels like. No more toxic relationships, no more broken engagement, just a happy relationship that you deserve”

“I didn’t know that having a heart disease can get me a man like you”

“I’ll make you happy” Jaehyun whispers sweetly.

“You will?” you whisper back, giggling like a little girl while you lean forward and kiss him passionately.

“Mhmm. Fuck your heart disease, you have my heart”

Your relationship with Jaehyun was too good to be true. He’s like a prince from a movie who made all of your fantasies came true, including the kinky ones. Feeling the love that even your ex fiancé and boyfriend for six years never made you feel. It almost scares you everyday that maybe you’re just dreaming and one day you’ll wake up and find out that Jaehyun is just your doctor and no one special. But everyday he proves to you that everything that’s happening right now is real and that you’re not dreaming.

Jaehyun became really strict when it comes to your health and you sometimes fight with him because he’s being too much. “Hey, I’m doing this so I can grow old with you” he always sweet talks you to make you follow everything he says, which always works. He always treats you right, whenever and however he can making you feel loved everyday in his own way. Sending you flowers at work, making you breakfast whenever you sleep over his apartment or by simply saying ‘i love you’ in the sweetest and cutest way possible.

That’s Jaehyun as your boyfriend.

Today is your first anniversary and you both decided to stay in Jaehyun’s place and enjoy quality time together. He made you cut the vegetables he needed while he works on other meals. Not stopping himself from whispering something sweet behind your ear like, “I might get used to seeing you around my kitchen” or something like, “I never thought seeing you mince garlic and onion can make me horny”

The afternoon was fun as you two eat lunch together at the kitchen counter, not bothering setting the table anymore. “Jung Jaehyun what else are you good at?” you asked, definitely amazed by his cooking skills. You knew that he’s a great doctor and that he’s incredibly great in bed, but you never knew about his cooking skills.

“Well, I can sing and play piano. That’s the last skill that you haven’t seen yet” he said, making you eat a spoonful of pasta and left a kiss on your temple and proceeds to wash the dishes.

“I’ve been loving you for a whole year and you never let me hear you sing? Do you want me to get mad?” you hugged him from behind while he’s busy washing dishes, thanking him for making a great meal for your anniversary.

Settling with a bottle of wine as you two sat in his living room to exchange anniversary gifts, you’re nervous about what he’s going to react about your gift. You hand him the box that’s decently heavy and shakes it trying to guess it before he opens it.

“A watch”

“What! How did you know it’s a watch?” you’re completely surprised he guessed it right.

“I know you” he let out a laugh and opens the box. To his surprise it’s not just any watch, it’s the Rolex watch he’s been eyeing and for some unknown reason, he’s stopping himself from buying it. So you bought if for him. “You don’t know how happy I am, to receive this. Thank you” he gave you a kiss and stood up to get his gift.

Excited and bit nervous, you wish he doesn’t propose because you’re not yet ready for that. When Jaehyun came back with a small box, it made you frown. “What’s with the frown?” Jaehyun worriedly asked.

“Jae, I hope you know that I love you and you changed my life quite literally and I’m thankful for that. We’re incredibly happy right now and don’t get me wrong, but I’m not ready to be engaged again”

“Thank you for your wonderful speech, I love you too. But baby, I’m not proposing- Well, of course someday I will, but not today” he let out a small laugh and hands you the box.

“What’s this key for?”

He’s waiting for you to figure it out on your own, “is this a key to this apartment?” you guessed, and he shook his head with a teasing smile.

“I bought us a house… that costs this watch that you gave me” that’s what stopping him from buying it, you thought. “This is not a proposal but, move in with me? So I can see you around the kitchen more, sing you to sleep, wake you up with kisses and my morning breath?” you nod your head with a big smile on your face as you came in closer to kiss him. And your answer made Jaehyun smile from ear to ear, his eyes disappearing because of his big smile.

You feel his cold fingertips creep around your neck as he puts your hair to the side so he could kiss your neck. Making you close your eyes and forget what you were thinking just three seconds ago. You kissed him on the lips and without a warning sat on his lap. Completely leaving Jaehyun speechless but wanting for more.

“It’s only five in the afternoon” you said, still not stopping yourself from hungrily kissing Jaehyun and grinding on his lap. Removing your shirt and unclasping your bra as quick as you can, Jaehyun pulled away from the kiss making you stop everything you’re doing.

“Slow down, please. You want a visit to the emergency room?” He never fails to make you calm. Jaehyun kisses you again setting a slow pace as he carries you to his room and lay you down gently in his bed. Putting you beneath him, slowly kissing you with all the love that he feels for you.

“When can I see our house?” you said, he stopped and giggle like a little boy on top of your exposed breast. A sharp gasp escaped from your mouth the moment his lips touch the valley between your boobs, kissing your left boob like how he usually does.

“How about we finish what we started and talk after, hmm?” He intertwines his fingers with yours as you nod and start kissing him again. Diving to love never felt so good you feel like you’re going to explode any minute.

Both hands are busy getting each other naked, lips never stopped kissing. Jaehyun loves how he can kiss you while kneading your boobs. Legs automatically spread to put Jaehyun in between, slowly kissing you down to your stomach and sweetly kissing your lower abdomen. “Ready?” He asked with an airy tone that calms you. You nod with a smile as he proceeds to lick your cunt slowly, kissing it like it was your mouth, trying not to close your legs and crush Jaehyun’s head.

Jaehyun noticed your legs were already shivering from overstimulation, you try so hard not to cum again. He stopped licking your cunt and start caressing your thighs, “Okay, calm down” he giggle as he kiss your lips again, letting you taste a little bit of yourself. Pumping his cock before lining it to your cunt, he whispered “Can I kiss you while fucking you?” that sent tingles to your spine, you kissed him as your answer earning a sweet smile from Jaehyun in between kisses. You feel him push inside you slowly but you’re distracted with his soft lips that never left you.

He always kiss away the hurt from the stretch of his cock, happy to see you smile while he thrust inside you. In and out. “You look beautiful with that smile” with short breaths he tried to compliment you still. Thrusting deep inside you, you grab the sheets when his thumb plays with your clit making you catch every thrust he gives.

With all your strength you switch positions with Jaehyun so you could see him enjoy the pleasure. You made him grab your ass, and he smacks your left butt cheek the sting didn’t hurt at all but rather it made you horny even more. Hands on top of his chest, you lean down to kiss him hungrily as you move your hips up and down on his cock.

Jaehyun is a mess beneath you now, his moans are a little high, gasp sharper and quicker than ever. Hands gripping your thighs telling you how good you feel around his cock. “Hmm? Really? Kiss me when you cum” you said as you feel his cock twitch inside you, playing with his right nipples to put him on edge.

Jaehyun grab you to the neck as he switch positions again, and thrust inside you hard as he cums inside you. His thrust were not gentle at all, they were sharp and fast you almost fell from the bed. He kiss your lips with open mouth, exchanging spits and bitting your lips as he shivers on top of you.

Still thrusting inside you, his pace became slow like the rhythm of his breath. Forehead to forehead he smiled sweetly to you before removing his cock and replacing it with his middle finger. “Now it’s your time to kiss me when you cum” he whispers while kissing you neck, your hips already long for movement and friction.

In between your legs, Jaehyun kneels to see you how fucked up you are right now. Holding your legs with his free hand so you couldn’t close your legs, caressing your thighs to send you on edge. You look him in the eye as you grip both of your boobs and enjoy what he’s doing to you. Not long after you put your thumb in his mouth feeling his tongue swirl, you feel your orgasm ball up in your lower abdomen making you breath sharp and ask for Jaehyun’s lips already.

But he refused. He made you want for his lips and beg for a kiss as he watch you shiver from his touch. Fingers moving from the bottom of your cunt to your clit, pinching it again and again making you suffer as you cum. You wanted to close your legs so bad but you can’t, “Jaehyun what are you doing- please! Ah! I can’t take it anymore” he stopped and watched you catch your breath, curling yourself and closing your legs to stop them from shaking.

Jaehyun felt sorry and worried for overstimulating you like that. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do that again” you feel his hand caress your back, and covers your body with the thick sheets to help you stop shivering. He was about to leave and go to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for you, but you stopped him.

With all your strength you hug from behind, kissed him on his chest, sat on his lap and cupped his face. “You’re selfish you know that? Not letting me kiss your soft lips while I cum, baby thats brutal” the pet name made his heart jump and kiss you oh so lovingly, laying you in bed slowly kissing you until your head touches the fluffy pillows.

The kiss lasted for a good twenty minutes, just feeling each other’s warmth without doing anything but say sweet nothings to each other, never ending compliments, and giggles in between kissing. You’re in love.

After taking a shower, Jaehyun got hungry again and made you a sandwich. Watching him cook and walk around his kitchen without a shirt and just wearing his sweatpants makes you bite your lower lip. “Stop fucking me with your eyes, eat” he said as he hands you a plate with the sandwich that he made. “Let’s visit the house tomorrow, then we can buy furnitures for a start” He added before taking a bite from his sandwich feeling excited about the new house, you can’t wait to decorate it and call it home already.

The day became more interesting when you started to suggest things you wanted to try. Like having sex on the tub, which Jaehyun enjoyed and asked you to make him cum three more times. He wanted to play with ice cream, so he ate ice cream on your naked body which made you even more sensitive when you cum. Trying different sex positions and discovering that fucking from behind is Jaehyun’s favorite and fucking you on the edge of the bed is your favorite.

You can’t believe that this man sleeping beside you can love you more and more each day making you fall in love over and over again. You can’t believe that in two weeks time, you will no longer miss his addicting warmth next to your body, and you can kiss him freely whenever you want even when he’s sleeping.

At 3am in the morning, he felt your lips touch his and he smiled when he saw you on top of him. Looking at the time, he let out a laugh because you’re being needy at an ungodly hour. “Want to have sex? Okay, just a minute” he said but you cut him off with a soft “no. I just want to kiss you in bed” and you smiled so sweetly while you watch him nod and close his eyes again.

................................................. Masterlist I’m planning to put more plot to this fic but I got tired. It’s suppose to be a sad ending, y/n dying in the hands of Jaehyun during an operation. If you get to this point, thank you for reading! Really means a lot! #OVERSHARING this fic is inspired by a handsome doctor that I met when I was 12 years old. We have this beach out with some of the doctors that my aunt works with and sheesh he’s hot... and he brought his pretty girlfriend with him. I was watching them swim at the pool and enjoy the sunset as they were probably making out in front of me by that time.

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Match-Up #22

Hello, Abby @gossamer-sky ! Also... Off, really, I may consider opening the slots at an earlier time for the next round, please don’t disturb your sleep for match-ups. >,<”

Let’s start with empathy and compassion. As much as I presume the first quality would be universally desired (and as such, no points were distributed based on it), I think it may not be the case for the second one. Compassion in the times of war... It may be controversial, at times - some could take it as a display of naivete or a death-wish, while others would probably see it as a sign of still upholding hope.

Nobunaga (-1) Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Masamune (-1) Shingen (+1) Sasuke (+1)

Now, intelligence could be approved greatly by those similar in this regard (or perhaps the more-so scholarly and intellectual suitors). I think that combined with observation skills... Well, it could lead to great many things. As such, I’d like to consider those two qualities together - and to point out that it could be used both for science and reconnaissance.

Nobunaga (+2) Mitsuhide (+2) Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (+2) Masamune (+2) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+2) Sasuke (+2)

Lastly, being a hard-worker would be well-appreciated by those who know how much effort it takes to achieve their goals - and by those who tend to be strict teachers themselves, I presume. HOWEVER, it is also important to know when to slow down - as such, bonus points to a certain monther hen, who could perhaps make sure of that.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+2) Ieyasu (+1) Masamune (+1)

Oof, okay, okay, let’s consider the combination of all five of those. I think it would mix particularly poorly with both Nobunaga and Masamune. First of all, their actions may be hurtful (Masamune treats the relationship very casually at first, Nobunaga never cares much for how he is perceived and does not waste time looking for delicate words). Then, given Masamune’s disregard to danger and Nobunaga’s “funny” jokes (and his tendency not to explain his intentions to MC), I would not pair them a sensitive overthinker in particular. Both are or border being perfectionists - so they may provide a skewed outlook on the matter. And lastly, they also aren’t exactly comfortable with being vulnerable and do bottle up their feelings as well. I don’t think this gives plenty chances for a relationship to develop. Then, there’s Mitsuhide - all of 5 of those, I think only the “perfectionist” trait would be left untouched (as he does tend to change his approach upon realising it wasn’t right). The reasoning from above applies to him as well.

Nobunaga (-5) Mitsuhide (-4) Masamune (-5)

To consider the traits by themselves... I think that a person who isn’t too harsh with their words or tries not to be actively harmful may be a good idea.

Mitsunari (+1) Ieyasu (-1) Shingen (+1) Yukimura (-1) Sasuke (+1)

There’s little that can be offered for overthinking, but perhaps a partner who is reliable and overall, tends to find a way out of plenty situations by himself? Somebody who could be a sort of rock of support? A person who isn’t prone to acting unpredictably?

Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Shingen (+1) Kenshin (-1) Sasuke (+1)

Now, for fear of vulnerability and bottling up feelings - a suitor who is somewhat fluent in both of those and is willing to open up.

[silence]

... I guess we will have to go with suitors who are willing to learn how to recognize feelings or who already do as much as recognize them fluently.

Mitsunari (+1) Shingen (+1) Sasuke (+1)

I think that being a perfectionist was indirectly addressed in paragraphs regarding being a hard-worker, overthinker and then, in the one about vulnerability.

1st Summary:

Shingen (+6) Sasuke (+6) Mitsunari (+5) Hideyoshi (+4) Ieyasu (+1) Nobunaga (-3) Masamune (-3)

Points distributed for likes:

Mitsunari (+2) - reading, mixed points for listed branches of science Ieyasu (+1) - anatomy/biology Masamune (+1) - he loves his partner’s art and encourages them to share it Shingen (+2) - crafting, as above (Masamune’s description)^ Sasuke (+3) - reading, astronomy, crafting (given how he created some itmes, it must have been involved)

Points distributed for dislike:

Nobunaga (-3) - ignoring others, arrogance, being condescending Mitsuhide (-1) - may act condescendingly Mitsunari (+1) - he can take care of math Ieyasu (-2) - ignoring others, condescending Sasuke (+1) - he can take care of math; he may appear condescending at times, however, he does dislike bugs as well - so those zero-ed each other out.

2nd Summary:

Sasuke (+10) Shingen (+8) Mitsunari (+8) Hideyoshi (+4) Mitsuhide (-1) Masamune (-2) Nobunaga (-6)

Only characters with positive value by their name will be considered in the final stages of the match-up.

As far as I am aware, none of the remaining suitors should fall within the listed deal-breakers.

Shingen (-1) - unclear communication

Oof, I hope you’ve got the vaccine or will be vaccinated soon enough. Healthcare workers are in dire situation seemingly all around the world, so... I hope you will be safe. Also, I sincerely hate how people treat tears. If anything, keeping one heart’s open is a display of strength, for it’s an easy thing to hurt and well, it isn’t exactly safe to leave it exposed like so.

But, regardless. I think that none of the remaining suitors would benefit any greater from any of those than the other. All would deffinitely appreciate a loving, caring and strong patient - and all would do their best to provide adequate support.

Haha, poor Ranmaru, it seems he was rejected by so many people by now.

Final Ranking:

Sasuke (+10) Mitsunari (+8) Shingen (+7)

Sasuke:

Confessed first: Sasuke. It took him a while, though, given how he couldn’t identify the feeling at first.

Makes tea in the morning: You.

Hogs blankets at night: Sasuke.

Is the little spoon: Most often you, although it happens that you both forget to sleep entirely and then just sort of... Well, end up sleepin in any position, limbs tangled in an odd combination with the covers.

Possible points for conflict: Sasuke struggles with understanding feelings (despite being a hopeless romantic). At times, he may be a bit too direct, only realising his mistake after the words left his lips.

Free time ideas: Field research, enjoying absolutely chaotic experiment ideas, crafting together, designing items to make life in Sengoku more convenient.

Favourite date spot: Not so much a spot, but an activity - research dates, each one touching on a somewhat different topic, the data gathering phase being always equally interesting. It may very well be observing starts at night or strolling through the fields or forests in search of medicinal herbs - or perhaps observing animal behaviour? Who knows.

A secret you share: At times, although it happens very rarely, you pretend to have lost or broken his glasses - so that Kenshin has no way but to give Sasuke a day off. However, you try not to overuse it, given how he may end up being chased by his lord without them.

His favourite thing about you: How passionate you are about your work and science in general, always bringing his faith in humanity whenever it wavers.

His message to you: // late at night “Abby? Are you free now by any chance? The stars are beautiful tonight and I think I could use your opinion...”

My secret here: Tumblr glitched as I was finishing to write this and of course, I did not have any back-up, so my heart almost sunk. Luckily, it was a harmless glitch.

#match-up #ikesen match-up #ikemen sengoku match-up #ikesen #ikemen sengoku

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fanficnewbie · 4 years

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Sienna Weighs in P9

OPEN HEART: SECOND YEAR - CHAPTER NINE

(ETHAN x FEMALE MC)

MC is Dr. Francesca Houseman *This entry takes place two days after the Mass Kenmore heist. (This is a chapter by chapter series…)

Baz starts to question Francesca and Ethan’s relationship.

To anyone who may have noticed how late I am with this installment, thanks for your patience. I think I needed to write this when I knew OHB2 was coming back online.

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS Chapter 1: MC tells Sienna about her Ethan convo at Donahue’s. Chapter 2: MC and Sienna discuss Ethan’s gym routine. Chapter 3: MC questions how well she really knows Ethan. Chapter 4: MC takes Elijah and Sienna to see Evelyn’s exhibit. Chapter 5: Sienna talks MC through a panic attack over Ethan. Chapter 6: Sienna cheers on MC for standing up to Ethan. Chapter 7: MC confides in Sienna how she met Ethan’s mother. Chapter 8: MC has to the consequences after the baseball game.

Word Count: 1935 Rated: Teen

*** Francesca closed her eyes against the crisp breeze as it rushed past her face. For the first time in the past few weeks she felt a sense of contentment. She had gotten her revenge on Mass Kenmore, both by beating them at the softball game and stealing the Senator from them. She was back on good terms with Aurora, Kyra was scheduled for her life saving surgery, and Ethan had passionately kissed her not once, but twice.

“Why are you smiling?”

She turned to Baz who was strolling next to her, “I’m just,... I’m excited for ice cream.”

Baz arched his eyebrow, “It’s really that good, huh?”

“Yes, and you must order ‘Death by Chocolate’. No questions asked.”

“Well, at least I’m guaranteed to die happy.” Baz laughed as the small shop came into view.

He was someone else Francesca was grateful for. A true ally, someone who didn’t pretend to be anything other than what he was (unless he was pretending to be Zaid). Their hospital heist had brought them closer together, reinforcing their growing bond. Still unsure of June’s true motives, Francesca at least knew she could now trust one other person on the team.

Sienna looked up as they walked into the ice cream shop, she smiled and waved them over to her table, “Hey, you two!”

And of course there was Sienna. There were hardly words to express how much she meant to Francesca, and after their softball game fallout, she was almost happiest of all that their friendship was back on track.

Francesca sat down, “Hey there. You got my text about Baz joining us right? I owe him this treat.”

Baz grabbed a menu as he sat, “Yes, to celebrate the sweet success of our latest win over Mass Kenmore.”

Sienna giggled, “Yes, I did and I’m glad you could join us Dr. Mirani. You guys are bona fide heroes! The whole hospital has been talking about your coup. I still can’t believe you managed to pull it off.”

“Well, we had quite a bit of luck on our side.”

“Yes, and his name is Dr. Ethan Ramsey.” Baz put down the menu, it’s obviously a ‘Death by chocolate’ hot fudge sundae for me. Do you guys know what you want?”

Francesca and Sienna gave him their selections as he got up to order from the counter. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Francesca lowered her voice and leaned in excitedly, “I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but Ethan kissed me again the other day!”

Sienna didn’t even try to hide her glee, “What?! How?! When?!”

Francesca looked over her shoulder to make sure that Baz was still out of hearing range, “At Mass Kenmore! We were about to get caught by someone on staff and needed a distraction. Next thing I know, his body is pressed against mine and his tongue is in my mouth! It was unexpected, and hot, and crazy, and glorious!”

“What was crazy and glorious?” Baz smiled as he reappeared, handing them each a bottle of water.

“Uh, our revenge on Mass Kenmore. A patient stolen for a patient stolen.”

“Hear, hear!” Sienna held up her bottle in a mock cheers. “To the best Diagnostics team in Boston!”

The three laughed as they knocked their bottles together, then settled into an easy banter about hospital life, clueless interns and difficult patients until their ice cream was served. Baz took a bite, “Okay, this is heavenly. Your friend who recommended it is my new best friend.”

Francesca shifted uncomfortably as Sienna leaned over to pat her arm, “She’ll get through the surgery, she’ll be okay.”

Baz shook his head, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.”

Francesca smiled, “No, it’s fine. It’s not like Kyra isn’t constantly on my mind already. Part of the reason I wanted to come here is because it reminds me of her. I know she’d be happy to know that we’re celebrating a small success. We have to enjoy them as they come.”

Baz nodded, “We do, we really do.”

There was a short silence as they continued eating until Sienna spoke up, “Hey, Aurora told me that you guys are okay again. I’m so glad to hear it.”

Baz chuckled, “Yeah, that was crazy. I thought we were done for sure when I saw her. Based on what I overheard at the softball game, it sounded like she owed you one Francesca.”

Francesca bit her lip, “Yeah, I guess she did.”

Baz finished his ice cream in astonishingly short order and pushed his cup away, “Okay, Francesca, I have a question for you.”

She turned to him with her spoon in her mouth.

“What’s going on between you and Ethan?”

Francesca exchanged a quick but panicked look with Senna before she answered, “What do you even mean?”

Baz shrugged, “I never really noticed or thought about it until June said something---”

“June?!” Francesca was still processing that June would be talking to Baz about her and Ethan as Baz answered, “Yeah, she mentioned something about how you guys have history.”

They both turned to Sienna when she started to laugh, “Of course they have history. Where have you been? Together they saved Dr. Banjeri’s life.”

Baz mulled her words for a bit, “Well, yeah, there’s definitely that. But I’m not sure it explains everything else…”

Francesca tried her best to sound casual, “What’s everything else?”

“For one, he’s chosen to take you out in the field each time we’ve had a patient require it since you joined the team.”

“She’s new!” Sienna chimed in, “He’s obviously exposing her to those opportunities as part of her training.”

Baz nodded, “Okay, but the way you yelled at him when we were at Leland Bloom’s house. I mean, it was awesome but, how’d you get away with it?”

Francesca started to answer, but hesitated as she struggled to come up with something plausible.

“But she didn’t get away with it.” Francesca turned to Sienna who subtly motioned for her to go along, “Remember you told me how he laid into you later in private?”

Francesca’s eyes widened with false recognition, “Yeah, yeah, he admitted he was wrong but also totally disapproved of how I handled the situation. You and June just weren’t there to witness that part. He said he didn’t want to stoop to my level.”

Baz mulled it over, “Huh. That does sound like him.”

Sienna took her last bite of ice cream nodding, “Exactly, it totally does.”

Undeterred, Baz continued, his curiosity and obliviousness blinding him to the growing anxiety at the table. “Well, how did you get him to play softball? That was also pretty out of character.”

Francesca was thankful for an easy out, “Oh my God, that was crazy simple. I just offered him the chance to humiliate Tobias!”

Baz laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a quick sell. Hmmm, I guess it also explains his part in our Mass Kenmore excursion? Making Tobias look bad?”

Francesca quickly assented, “Yes! That’s an angle I intend to play for as long as I can. So far it’s worked out for us really well.”

Sienna clasped her hands together, “See Baz?! There’s nothing out of the ordinary. It looks to me like June is causing unnecessary drama.”

Baz chewed on his lip, “Yeah, she can be … interesting.”

Francesca sighed, “That’s the understatement of the year.”

Leaning back Baz looked at both women and grinned. “Well, I’m glad I got that all cleared up. Zaid told me I was crazy when I mentioned it to him. But Zaid is constantly telling me I’m crazy, so I never exactly know when he’s being serious or not.”

Sienna frowned, “We just tend to assume he’s always being serious.”

“You asked Zaid? Did you ask anyone else?”

Baz shook his head “Nope! You offered me ice cream later that day so I figured I’d just bring it up with you, well, now!” He shrugged, “I’m normally not one to look into things like this but we’re a small team, and things are already tenuous and, well, I just needed to know that we’re all on equal footing.”

He stood up, “Okay, I’m going to go hit the little boys room, I’ll meet you out front.”

Sienna turned to Francesca wide-eyed as he walked away, “Holy cow, that was a close one!”

Francesca grabbed her purse and headed to the counter to pay, “I really need to figure out June’s game. What the hell? Who else is she talking to?”

Sienna nodded, “You should mention it to Ethan and get his take. You know, when you guys aren’t busy sucking face.” She giggled when Francesca rolled her eyes as they walked towards the door.

“Argh! It seems like there’s always some looming dark cloud threatening everything, and I just hate it all so much. Walking in here I felt lighter than I had in weeks but now, I feel the weight on my shoulders all over again. In so many ways things are improving, but at the same time, I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Like you’re at a crossroads where things can go either really great or really bad, and you’re still waiting for directions on which way to turn.”

Francesca looked up surprised, “You feel it too?”

Sienna nodded, “I do. Between the fate of the hospital and Kyra, and everything else, it’s hard not too.”

They were met with Baz’s smiling face as he walked out of the shop, “Much better!” His expression slipped as he saw their faces, “What’s wrong?”

Francesca shook her head, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked at him. “Baz, I have a question for you.”

“Shoot!”

“How do you stay so above it all? So nonchalant and, well, happy, when everything around us is on the verge of collapse?”

Baz took a thoughtful breath, “Part of it is that the ‘doom and gloom’ gene went to my brother. The other part of it is that I’ve watched him worry about worst case possibilities his entire life, and none of his fretting ever contributed to the outcome one way or another. So I figured, who needs it? I’ll stress when there is something concrete to stress about.”

“But Edenbrook, it could close! We could all be out of jobs soon and the patients will have nowhere to go.”

Baz tilted his head, “Yes, but it’s open now and we can help people now. And just like it could close, it could also stay open. Right?”

Sienna slowly nodded, “I mean, it is a valid point.”

Baz sighed, “I make more of those than I get credit for, so here’s another one. Say the worst thing does happen, you know why you’ll still be okay?”

Francesca shrugged, “Because we’re all excellent doctors who are bound to land on our feet?”

Baz chuckled, “Probably, but not what I meant. You have an amazing support system. Your group of friends, you guys are the envy of the hospital staff. You’ll will get through whatever it is together. That, coupled with your stellar resumes, means you’ll be able to find ways to help whoever needs your help, wherever they may end up.”

Francesca absorbed his words as Sienna responded, “Thank you Baz. We do have an incredible group, and you know what?”

“What?”

She smiled as she looped her arm into his and the three of them headed back towards the hospital, “I think we may have just found our newest member.”

Chapter 10: Sienna confronts Francesca on Ethan’s “Not Single” status.

***

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Tumblr sucks so I had to post this twice but you should still read it because I had a lot of fun writing it xD Yamato is so easy to tease omg

Today’s Digimon Adventure: 2020 episode is entitled, “Time To Bring Back Visual Kei Bands,” because that’s pretty much where WereGarurumon belongs. I know what you’re thinking, he’s a wolf man in jeans with a kind of grungy rock n roll cowboy theme, how is that visual kei?

My friend, it’s all about the NAILS.

Those perfectly manicured, PINK freaking nails.

Tto start I’ll say this episode lowers the tension significantly compared to previous ones. That’s to be expected, and doesn’t mean it’s boring. It does a lot - it lets us confirm some things about Yamato, and a couple things about Sora and Jou in relation to him as well. It is otherwise a carbon copy of episode 8 in terms of story arc. More below as usual

So this ep is Yamato/Sora/Jou main inside a Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi sandwich.

We are starting to see more of Mimi Herself, complaining and whining about the unfairness of it all. Taichi appears to have scaled this wall by himself and Mimi’s like “YOU HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY, YOU’LL PUT THE ENERGIZER BUNNY OUT OF A JOB, DO YOU WANT TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR HOMELESS BUNNIES?? HE HAS TO PROVIDE FOR HIS FAMILY”

Adding salt to the wound, Koushirou then zips up the wall like this..

zip!

The good thing about Mimi is, though she’s emotional, it’s easy to lift her spirits. She’s very in the moment. And fortunate that she has a partner who is both very patient and useful in these circumstances.

wheeeeee

Meanwhile the slightly-less-energetic group has put their heads together and decided to fly first class to their destination. I would ask where they got the basket but I’m sure I’d get the same answer as Taichi’s raft from episode 4 and Jou’s pergola from episode 7: these kids are extremely good at woodcraft and speedy

(or maybe Sora just had a giant basket in her bag, which we all understand by now is really a Bag of Holding)

While airborne they are Attacked!!! by SandYanmamon and not one but two tornadoes.

Jou: Wonderful!

(for a hot second there I mistook this for Birdramon’s line and was like “??? birdramon’s unusually sarcastic today” but of course it’s the king of morbid humor kido jou)

These Kyaromon appear out of nowhere to show off their dramatic eyeliner. Work it baby

Just when you think SandYanmamon and TWO FREAKING TORNADOES are enough, turns out there’s another threat lurking below the sand for the sole purpose of reminding us yet again “Pokemon this is not!”

SandYanmamon: Aaaaaaahhh nooooooooo i had so much living left to doooo heeeelp mommyyyyyyyyy

NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILD YOU MONSTER!!!

Cool-headed Yamato figures out that the new monster is able to track their movements under the sand. He sends the others away while he stays behind to hold off the bad guy.

The Kyaromon lead them to a cave where they meet...

ewww uuggghh noooo I hate them aaaahh make it stoppp

and also Neemon! and I’m just going to assume this is a parallel universe version of Frontier’s Neemon because it tickles me to think this is what he actually sounds and acts like and is just riding Bokumon out of pure spite

also Bearmon’s cap says “Bears.” Not bear, bears plural. I believe he’s an outcast former member of the Gummy Bears.

The Labramon look like Rainbow Brite rejects

Pictured above: First lovers’ tiff!

Neemon doesn’t know about the holy Digimon and tells the kids he is leading his group of perfectly helpless Digimon across the monster-infested desert because of the dark forces taking over everywhere. They will seek asylum with Leomon! We got our first mention of Leomon! Quick, cast your bets, how long till he dies? My guess is sooner rather than later because this seems like the kind of show that likes to kill your darlings.

Sora takes one look at this pathetic group and goes “We must go with them to protect them!” conveniently forgetting that she just got her ass kicked, but hey it’s the thought that counts

Yamato is quick to disagree.

Yamato: Did you forget that I stayed behind while you RAN AWAY? When you say let’s protect them, you mean I’M gonna be protecting them, right? RIGHT? That’s what you mean RIGHT??

(he thinks, but doesn’t say. that wouldn’t be Cool)

Yamato doesn’t want to lose sight of their mission, which is to fix things in their home world. He’s already at his limit hanging out with other human children who don’t know what they’re doing, he doesn’t want to be slowed down by freaking Bearmon. Wishy-washy Jou is like “Eh, either way sounds like death and torment to me, so...”

The interesting thing to me here is that no one’s upset. A bit surprised, I think, but Sora just stands her ground, Jou wibbles but eventually gets pumped up enough by Gomamon to decide to help her. They don’t even try much to stop Yamato from leaving which I think is what surprised me the most. I would have expected at least a vibe more like “We shouldn’t split up!” or something. If Taichi were there, maybe we’d have seen more conflict... but I’m really not sure. So far, conflict among the kids has been very low key. Even last week, the first time we saw Taichi and Yamato butt heads, to the other kids it was shocking but to a 99 Adventurer like me it was barely a kerfluffle xP

Well, anyway, the result is Sora and Jou stay with Neemon, and Yamato goes off on his own, and there is surprisingly little bad blood about any of this. They are all just getting to know each other though, so maybe that loyalty’s not quite expected yet.

Same as episode 8, Gabumon hints that there’s more to Yamato’s behavior than he lets on. He’s not just coldly abandoning his friends... except that he totally is >_> (As an adult, I don’t exactly think Yamato is wrong. I’d be more likely to agree with him than the others probably xP But these are children in a show for children, so Protecting Others and Following Your Feelings get a boost over cool rationale.)

Gabumon says Yamato should open up to the other kids. YEAH RIGHT. Yamato says “You’re all I need.” AWWWWWWWWW this wont backfire on them in a way that will wrench out my heart and tear it to a million pieces in forty episodes or so, no way

Ikkakumon becomes a Sand Boat while Birdramon covers the sky. At first I was like “hey! not a bad plan!” If they can help Neemon’s group get across the desert faster, it will be a big help even if they can’t take them further.

Of course, first they have to deal with the SandYanmamon.

Ikkakumon: Why does everyone go straight for the horn!?!

Oh, and also the two tornadoes.

Sora, standing on Birdramon’s leg: don’t look down don’t look down don’t look down

And now Sora’s on fire! That is it, I’m headcanoning it that the kids are basically invulnerable as long as they are touching their partners. THERE’S JUST NO EXPLAINING THIS

The flaming elementary school child does well until her partner is snared by the same monster from before, who turns out to be Scorpiomon. But this ain’t your momma’s Scorpimon from 99 Adventure, who was really Anomalocarimon but that was too hard to expect kids to say. This is the real Scorpiomon who is much scarier.

All of a sudden, from above!

ACTION LINES!!!

Yamato and Garurumon, both physically incapable of doing anything normally when there is a cooler, more awesome method available, drop into the battle from the air and start burning shit up.

They stand, bodies licked by blue flame, piercing eyes bright with the fever of battle, the sound of swooning fan girls echoing into the night

Garurumon does his best but Scorpiomon is a level higher so, duh, he doesn’t stand much of a chance. WHAT WILL OUR HERO DO.

Well, first, same as in episode 8, he flashes back to each of his newfound friends, gaining strength from their memory. Yamato is so sentimental it Hurts

Then his mind flashes to someone else...

... his favorite bobble head doll. No wait, that’s his round-headed baby brother, Charlie Brown.

he is infused with the power of Friendship!!!!!!!

Garurumon: What... is this feeling... so passionate... so... powerful... FFFRIENDSHIPPPPPP IS MAGIC

He then evolves into a brony into a furry in the coolest freakiest way he knows how.

WereGarurumon is basically everything the creators thought little boys like besides dinosaurs (because Taichi’s got that one covered) thrown together to make the ultimate little boy dream action figure: wolves, leather, hardware, piercings, brass knuckles, belts, skulls, scars, dog tags, and fuchsia stiletto nails

Ikkakumon: Sugoi... so shiny... oooh... blinding me...

WereGarurumon kicks Scorpiomon’s ass, it’s a cool battle scenes complete with kicks so fast his foot appears detached from his body. He then gives Yamato thumbs up.

Yamato: With nails like those the brass knuckles are kind of overkill...

Yamato dodges apologizing for going off on his own like that by saying he only came back because it’d be useful to him to have the others around as a decoy. Jou’s like FRIGGING DECOYS AGAIN??

But his dedication to remaining cool and aloof falters and he ends up telling them he’s just extra pressured to get their mission handled because he has a little brother, Takeru, living in Tokyo who is probably very scared stuck in the blackout. Sora and Jou are like “Oh, that makes sense, that’s why you’re so high strung.” They don’t point out the obvious, which is that they also have families affected by the blackout... >_>

Jou passionately thanks Yamato for being so forthcoming so early in the season and looks forward to telling Yamato about himself in the future.

The others: “But we already know all about you.”

Jou: “But HE doesn’t!”

xD look forward to it, Yamato...

It’s episode 11 and Yamato can already smile like this... I had to cap it.

Yamato: Ahh, I’m finally getting used to wearing this purple shirt. Still can’t get quite suppress the urge to cut off the sleeves though...

The other slice of bread completes our sandwich when we shoot back briefly to Taichi/Koushirou/Mimi’s group.

Taichi gets annoyed with Koushirou for the first time because of how much time Koushirou spends taking pictures of everything. Koushirou is that kid on the museum field trip who holds up the entire class reading every last word on the exhibit plaques while everyone else groans ‘cmon dude I wanna get to the dinosaurs before we go extinct too!!’

fyi I, Fizzing Wizard, was and am that slow ass kid

Mimi’s even more impatient than Taichi and in her boredom she starts touching things, because she’s never seen The Mummy.

IT’S A TRAP!!!

lol

Next ep’s trailer includes:

Andromon!!!

And Lillymon!!!

Oprah voice: You get a Perfect level and you get a Perfect level and you get a Perfect level and you get-

Yeah so, clearly everyone’s gonna get to Perfect level much quicker than in 99 Adventure, which again, it’s good they’re mixing things up. The question is, what’s next? My guess is down the line everyone will get Ultimate levels and of course, at some point we’ll see Omegamon. I wonder if there will be other Jogress possibilities? Just because it’s hard to believe evolution will stop being important, but if they’re going through both Adult and Perfect so fast it doesn’t leave much left for the rest of the season...

I give this ep a 5.5/10 for being basically a remix of episode 8, and I’m looking forward to getting new stuff for Yamato eventually. Next week’s looking to be Mimi-centric if Lillymon’s any indication, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for a few Taishiro moments anyway.

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captainamericasbeard · 4 years

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Rescue 7/10

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Enhanced!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Not much really

Summary: The Avengers are sent in to rescue a group of omegas from the hands of Hydra. There Bucky finds you, an enhanced omega. Can you ever be fully rescued from what Hydra has done to you?

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Rescue 6 l Masterlist

You wake up in the morning and give an almighty stretch. Your heat has passed. You look over at a sleeping Bucky. His hair is in his face and the sheet is pulled off, revealing his bare back, muscles rippling down. You move the hair out of his face and a weary eye blinks open. Bucky shifts towards you scooping you up in his arms and burying his face in your neck where he kisses and nuzzles your bond mark.

“Careful there, cowboy,” you say with a chuckle as Bucky squeezes you even tighter.

“Sorry ‘mega, I just can’t get enough of your scent. It's got me done in.” You card your fingers through his hair and sigh deeply. You can’t believe you’re here, with this man by your side. It feels like magic, like a fairytale. Even if it's just this moment, it feels like home.

“My heat’s over,” you say quietly.

“Mmm, I can tell,” Bucky says as he’s being lured back to sleep by your scent and warmth.

“I think I need a shower. Somehow that’s been neglected in the last few days.” Bucky just squeezes you tighter, refusing to let you stray too far. “Come on baby, let me look nice for you,” you try switching tactics. Bucky scoots you in so he’s now lying on top of you, his head on your bare chest and a leg thrown over yours. “You’re going to make me resort to unsavory methods if you keep this up,” you warn. Bucky simply starts peppering kisses along your collarbone. “Alright you asked for it,” you warn and you zap him on the sides with a few sparks from your fingertips. Bucky jumps off you and groans.

“Darlin’ that’s hardly fair,” he says, rubbing his side.

“You use your super strength to keep me from moving, I get to use my powers to escape,” you say lightly as you swing your legs off the bed and stand. Your back is to the window and your naked form is framed by golden light. Bucky decides he’s not letting you out of his sight and he leaps off the bed and holds you from behind as you both move toward the bathroom.

“Will you be joining me, Sarge?” you question.

“You bet your beautiful ass I will,” Bucky replies. You lean over and turn on the water before you turn in Bucky’s arms and pepper his face with kisses. You trail your lips down his jaw to his neck where you timidly kiss and lick his bond mark, eliciting a growl from Bucky. You pull back and look into his bright blue eyes.

“I love you Alpha,” you say simply.

“I love you, my ‘Mega,” Bucky returns, taking your face in his hands and kissing you so tenderly tears spring to your eyes. The bathroom is filling with steam so you turn and step into the shower with Bucky close behind. The two of you linger in this soft world of soap and warm water and passionate kisses for as long as you can. Bucky washes your hair and combs it through with care and you do the same to him. Once the two of you are clean and fresh smelling you turn off the shower and step out.

“Breakfast?” Bucky asks you as you’re both toweling off. You worry your bottom lip and try to think of an excuse to stay in the room. Until your stomach betrays you with a loud growl. Bucky laughs out loud and crosses the room to hold you in his arms.

“Come on doll, I won’t let them tease you too bad.” You roll your eyes and hang your head. You know what’s coming.

You trail down the hallway behind Bucky, holding his hand. As you’re about to round the corner to the kitchen you stop dead and drop his hand. Bucky turns around and takes your face in his warm hands, dropping sweet kisses on your cheeks and nose.

“What’s got you nervous doll.” Bucky asks quietly so the others won’t hear. You fidget with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, one of Bucky’s.

“I think I’m just a bit embarrassed,” you mumble. “Not of you, just, you know…” Bucky tucks an errant strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling at you fondly.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed or nervous about. This is a group of mature adults, they’re not going to make a big deal out of anything. Clint gets his heat every month and he and Nat disappear and no one says a thing about it. Don’t you worry, love.” Bucky’s voice is low and reassuring and you let his scent wash over you and calm your nerves. You give him a nod and take his hand again, letting him lead you into the kitchen.

You walk into the room to clapping, whoops and cheers. You hide your face in Buck’s chest and concentrate very hard on disappearing into the floor.

“There she is,” Tony says, clapping his hands, “the woman who turned Cap into a quivering mess.” You will yourself to die at that comment but nothing happens.

“I was fine.” Steve replies tensely.

“You went to your room to “take care of some business” 2 or 3 times a day last week,” Tony persists. Bucky growls in Steve’s direction.

“He’s exaggerating, Buck,” Steve reassures with an apologetic look in your direction.

“Alright guys, let’s leave the lovebirds alone,” Wanda calls, seeing how embarrassed you are. You throw a grateful look in her direction and the team calms down, going back to what they were doing before you walked in.

You and Bucky move over to the coffee pot where Bucky pours you a cup and adds creamer without protest. You settle into your usual seat while Bucky makes you your favorite breakfast. The team chats away and you’re happy to not participate until there’s a voice in your head.

“Hey…” you jump, sloshing your coffee on your hand and look up at Wanda who’s looked eyes with you. “Sorry, I just wanted to chat without certain super soldiers overhearing us.” You give her a shy smile and a nod of agreement. “So? How was it?” You blush deeply.

“It was good,” you reply, “it was really good.”

“That’s all I’m going to get? It was good?” Wanda questions indignantly.

“Ok it was fantastic! I’ve never been with someone like Bucky and it was perfect. Now get out of my head.” Wanda’s clear bright laugh resounded in your head.

“Ok, fine, fine.” And it was quiet once again. Bucky put your plate of food down in front of you and you dug in, ravenous. He sits down in the chair next to you and pulls his seat as close to you as he can. Bucky rubs your thigh with his hand and leans in to pepper your face with kisses when you pull back.

"No PDA Bucky!” you say quietly, hoping the others don’t notice.

“PDA?” Bucky questions “Public Display of Affection,” you explain. "You know I'm shy.” Bucky lets out a groan.

“Are you saying I can’t kiss my omega whenever I want,” Bucky asks, trying to lean in for another peck on the cheek. Your cheeks color at the term and you lightly hold him away.

“Yes, that’s what I'm saying. Just until I'm more comfortable.” Bucky sighs and drops his head to your shoulder in defeat.

"Ok sweet girl, whatever you say.”

The two of you finish up your breakfast amidst laughter and chatter with the rest of the team. You’re more comfortable with most of them now than when you first arrived and it felt good to fit in somewhere. After breakfast you and Bucky wander over to the lab to speak to Bruce. You find him in the lab hunched over a notebook and some ominous looking green liquid in a vial.

“Y/N, Bucky. Hi. I think I know what brings you by,” Bruce says, putting down his pencil and pushing back from his work.

“Yeah, so I got my heat. How is that possible? I thought I was on the strongest suppressants there are.” You question. Bruce fidgets in his seat.

“I honestly have no idea. Those suppressants should have stopped your heat dead in its tracks. The only thing I can think of is the True Mates theory,” Bruce says, rubbing his hands together.

“What’s that, I’ve never heard of that,” you ask looking at Bucky.

“I’ve heard of it,” he says with a far off look in his eyes.

“True Mates basically says that there are Alphas and Omegas that are chemically suited for each other. That they were made to be together. Their scents are usually complimentary and will be very strong to each other. And that the omega’s heat will come whether she’s on suppressants or not.”

“That sounds far fetched,” you decide, wrinkling your nose.

“Does it?” Bucky asks looking at you. “How else do you explain us?”

“I don’t need some secret force driving us together. I love you for you, for all you’ve done for me, and for how you love me.” You blush furiously at your words but you need Bucky to know how you feel.

“Then how do you explain your heat?” You don’t have an answer for that so you simply shrug your shoulders. Bucky can see that he’s not going to win this argument so he drops it, at least for now.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anymore useful information,” Bruce says. You have no reply so Bucky answers for the both of you.

“That’s alright doc. Thanks anyways.” Bucky slings his arm over your shoulders and guides you out of the lab. You can tell Bucky wants to finish your conversation from earlier so you try to steer him in another direction.

“Wanna go watch a movie?” You ask sweetly.

“Avoiding the conversation?” Bucky quips, a patient smile crossing his face.

“Deftly,” you say, winding your arms around his waist and leaning in for a soft peck on the lips. Bucky growls and pulls you closer for a deeper kiss and you open up to him.

“Okay,” Bucky says, pulling himself away from your lips, “a movie. You get to pick.” You smile brightly and take Bucky’s hand, leading him toward the common area.

20 minutes later finds you snuggled up under a blanket with a pile of snacks Bucky pilfered from the cabinets. Bucky just put your favorite DVD into the player and comes to sit beside you.

“Is this ok?” He asks as he winds his arm behind your back, drawing you in for a cuddle. You look at him and nod with a smile, resting your head on his chest as he pushes play. You both watch the movie perfectly contented. Bucky has never seen it before and you’re delighted when he laughs at all your favorite parts. The movie is nearing its end when Steve strides into the room.

“Bucky we’ve got a situation in South America. Active Hydra base. Jet leaves in 30.” He turns on his heel without offering you a glance and walks out of the room before Bucky can protest.

“Hang on, doll, I’ll try to get out of it.” Bucky says as he starts to get up from the couch. You hang onto his hand and pull him back down.

“That’s ok you don’t need to do that.” you say timidly. Bucky looks at you quizzically.

“Tryin’ to get rid of me doll?” He says it as a joke but you watch the fear flash across his eyes. You lean in close and press reassuring kisses along his jawline.

“Never,” you coo reassuringly. “It’s just, you’ll have to go on missions eventually. You can’t stay home with me forever.”

“Yeah but we’ve just mated. I shouldn’t have to rush off just yet,” Bucky says.

“Well maybe I could come with you?” You suggest. Bucky’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline.

“Come on the mission?” Bucky asks, incredulously. “No way.”

“I want to Bucky. Obviously I can’t come on this mission but I want to be a part of the team. I want to come on missions,” you say, timidly but surely.

“No, absolutely not.” Bucky said definitively. It was your turn to raise your eyebrows.

“What do you mean no? I wasn’t exactly asking permission. I’m letting you know I want to pursue this.” You could see Bucky’s frustration building. You could see he wants to assert his dominance in the conversation but he never wants to force you to submit.

“Y/N, it’s not like training with Thor. There’s a lot more that goes into it and you’re not prepared. I don’t want you doing it. No.” At this point you were fuming but you tried to calm yourself and see things from Bucky’s perspective when it dawned on you.

“Bucky, are you scared?” You ask cautiously.

“Yes!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. “The thought of you on missions terrifies me. You’ve been through so much and I don’t want to expose you to that. And if I lost you? I can’t even think about it without feeling sick. I love you and I want to keep you safe.” You can see Bucky’s breathing fast and his anxiety is rising so you hold his face in your hands and press soft kisses onto his lips.

“I’m here Bucky, everything is ok,” you say reassuringly. You let go of his face and hold his hands to ground him. “Bucky this is important to me. I didn’t ask for these powers, there were forced on me. But I’d like to use them to rid the world of Hydra. Otherwise what’s the point. You have to be able to understand that, right?” Bucky nods slowly, not wanting to concede your point.

“It would be hard, Y/N, you’d have to train for a long time. I’m not letting you go out there until Nat clears you. And I’d have to give you weapons training.” Bucky says. You can tell he’s not fully on board.

“I know it won’t be easy, but like I said, this is important to me. I want to be part of the team,” you say firmly, nodding your head. Bucky’s face is difficult to read but you think you may have won him over. Steve pops his head around the corner and you wonder how much he heard.

“10 minutes Buck.” He says before disappearing again.

Chapter 8

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quickspinner · 4 years

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Beautiful Dreams - Ch 4 Beautiful Dreamer

The hard part, he thought, was over; the cards were on the table, he’d asked her out and she’d agreed. Even so, Luka suffered from an annoying lack of chill for the rest of the week. He kept it together for his students, but outside of work, he was nervous, jittery to a degree that was both embarrassing and frustrating. The days, which had been slipping past without much notice from Luka, were suddenly crawling by.

Luka found himself picking up his guitar more and more, trying to work out his feelings, or at least his nerves, through his music. He wasn’t entirely unsuccessful; he had most of a new song written, and when he sent a demo of his progress to the rest of the band the feedback was positive—more enthusiastically positive than it had been for any of his recent compositions, actually. Not that the feedback had been bad before, but the difference was noticeable. He made a mental note to revisit that with his bandmates later.

At least something good came out of his distraction.

He cleaned his apartment, he organized his student files and his cabinet of inspiration music, and realized he hadn’t added to it in some time. That made him feel a little guilty. Luka usually tried to let his students pick their own music but he liked to have a variety of ideas on hand when they got stuck or needed a change. He hadn’t refreshed or even rotated the collection in months.

Once that injustice had been rectified he was kind of out of productive uses for his energy. He played until his fingers were sore, he worked out until his arms felt like noodles and he thought another pushup might kill him, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, Luka picked up takeout and went over to bug Juleka and Rose and cuddle the baby.

“You’re pathetic,” Juleka told him, her normal deadpan tones colored with fond amusement as she watched him, stretched out on her living room floor, playing with Angelique’s little hands and making silly faces at her while she lay on a blanket and blinked up at him.

“Believe me, I know,” Luka said, smooching tiny fingers. “But I brought you dinner and it’s your favorite, so try not to give me too hard of a time over it.”

“Mm.”

Luka grunted as Juleka stepped on him on her way to the kitchen. “Don’t grow up to be mean like Mama J,” he whispered to Angie. “Be sweet like Mama Rose, okay?”

“You know...I’m actually glad you’re nervous.”

Luka rolled to his side and looked back to find Juleka had paused. He noted with amusement her perfect modelesque three-quarter turn and over the shoulder look. “I thought I was embarrassing,” he said, propping his cheek on his fist.

“You’re always embarrassing,” Juleka agreed. “Even so. I’m glad you’re nervous. I’m glad you care enough to be nervous.”

Luka looked down at the carpet, tickling Angie’s toes. “It’s been a rough year,” he agreed quietly.

“Rose and I have been really worried about you,” Juleka sighed, turning around to face him fully and folding her arms. “We’re still worried about you, honestly. You’ve always been all about going with the flow but you’ve been taking it to an extreme for a while now. You don’t go out anymore except to come here. You don’t seem excited about anything anymore. You have good days every now and then but...it just makes me really happy to see that you care about this enough to be nervous. That’s all.”

Luka felt a stab of guilt that made it hard to meet Juleka’s eyes. She’d had so much to deal with, and he hated to be a burden for her.

She turned quickly and headed into the kitchen before he could say anything. Luka sighed and laid his head down on the carpet, letting Angie’s hand curl around his index finger. “Okay,” he breathed. “You can grow up a little bit like Mama Jules.”

***

The sun had mostly set and the lights of Paris were beginning to shine as Luka met Marinette in front of the Louvre. She was waiting for him by one of the fountains, staring into the foaming water rising from the middle. The fact that she was there eased at least some of the nervous energy fizzing under his skin. Luka had been a little afraid she would bail on him. Marinette didn’t answer when he called her name and jolted when he touched her arm.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, sliding his fingers down her arm to take her hand. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I didn’t, um, I was just—just thinking,” she said, shuffling her feet and not meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so distracted, uh…”

“You were thinking or you were worrying?” Luka asked gently, ducking his head slightly to get a better look at her expression. “Marinette, if you don’t want to do this, or you’re not ready, or anything at all—”

“No,” she said quickly, finally meeting his gaze. “No, I...I want to. I want this.” Her fingers tightened on his, almost painfully. “I just...don’t want to mess up.”

Luka laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not a test,” he teased, tugging her hand lightly. “If you’re worried about impressing me, Marinette, here’s a hint.” He leaned down a little and grinned. “I’m already impressed.”

She squeaked and blushed and Luka chuckled. “Do you want to go inside?” he asked, “Or would you rather watch the fountain a little more?”

“Oh, no, we can—we can go inside, I was just, I mean, it’s pretty at night and—”

“You’re allowed to enjoy the fountain, Marinette. We can stay here and watch it all night if you want.”

“No, really, I’m done,” she sighed, turning away from the fountain and facing him fully. “I’m ready.”

Luka smiled and stepped back, still holding her hand. “Then shall we?”

Marinette broke into a genuine smile, and followed his gentle pull.

It was late enough that the tourist crowds had gone to seek out the Paris nightlife, and the museum itself was relatively calm.

“What would you like to see?” Luka asked once they were through the door and strolling through the wide halls. “Musée de la Mode, or have you been over that more times than you can count already?”

“I have,” Marinette admitted. “But honestly, I never get tired of it. I find new inspiration every time I go. Just breathing the history here is inspiring.”

History smelled a lot like tourists to Luka, but he just smiled. “Do you want to do that, then?”

“Wouldn’t you be bored? Isn’t there anywhere you want to go?” Marinette asked, looking up at him.

Luka shrugged. “I mostly just like to wander and see where I end up. It’s not hard to find things to appreciate here, and it’s actually been a really long time since I last came.”

“That’s true,” Marinette agreed. “I love it here.”

“And to tell you the truth,” he continued, “I find the passion of other creators inspiring all on its own. So why don’t we go see the Musée de la Mode if that’s what you want to do, and you can be my guide and explain to me what I’m seeing. My sister modeled for years until she retired to become a talent coach, so I’m not completely stupid on the subject, but I still know next to nothing about the artistry behind it, so I’d love your perspective.”

She smiled shyly at him. “Okay.”

They made their way to the correct wing, and after only a nudge or two from Luka, Marinette forgot her self-consciousness. She was beautiful in her enthusiasm, animated and glowing with repressed excitement as she got into her subject. The conversation was actually less one-sided than he expected. Fashion and music were both influenced by their historical and political context, and Marinette seemed interested in what he had to share as they talked about the various time periods. He blundered into one or two stupid questions but he actually didn’t mind looking a little silly when it made her laugh like that. As it turned out, the museum had recently begun their latest temporary exhibit, so there were several things that Marinette hadn’t seen. She fell silent as she examined the new pieces, but her alert curiosity was just as interesting to him, and Luka waited patiently each time until she was ready to move on—more and more reluctantly each time, it seemed.

The next time she got caught up in a piece, Luka touched her arm. “Do you want to stop here for a little bit?”

Marinette turned wide eyes up at him. “Oh...no, no, that’s okay, um...I can...some other time or something, I can come back—”

“Marinette,” Luka said, shaking his head slightly with a smile. “We’re in no hurry. We’re just here to have fun. There’s no schedule. If you want to sit down for a minute and just take something in, that’s cool. I don’t mind. Especially if something’s inspiring you, I don’t want you to rush through that just to accommodate me. Shall we sit down?”

Marinette hovered, looking a bit like a deer in the headlines, suspended in indecision. Luka felt a pang in his heart for her. “There’s no schedule,” he repeated. “Just you and me. We can stay here and look at this one piece until closing if you like, it’d be fine with me. You’ve taught me a lot and I wouldn’t mind taking a breather just to let everything sink in.”

That seemed to tip her. “You’re sure you don’t mind?” she asked weakly.

“I don’t mind at all.” Luka turned and sat on a nearby bench. “See? This is fine. I’ll just relax here for a minute, you look as long as you want.”

They spent the rest of the visit lingering in that one small area, Marinette hovering back and forth between a few pieces, and occasionally coming back to the bench to sit down and sketch something in a small notebook she had in her purse, talking distractedly to him about her thoughts and ideas. Luka didn’t understand more than half of it, partly because his knowledge of fashion and its terms was still pretty lacking and partly because Marinette frequently interrupted herself, changing direction mid-sentence. Luka didn’t mind; he found her creative process as fascinating as the art around him and his heart leaped every time she touched him without thinking, her hand catching his arm or pressing his knee when she was struck by a new idea.

Luka tried to be useful, to ask helpful questions when she wavered and give opinions only when she asked him, to not get caught staring at the way she pursed her lips and scrunched her nose when she was concentrating or the bounce in her step when she ran back to look at some piece or another that she wanted another look at.

“I hate to say this,” he murmured finally, keeping his voice low to avoid startling her as he leaned one arm on the bench behind her. “But they’re going to be closing soon. Best wrap up if you can.”

Marinette’s head shot up and she looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, I—I didn’t realize I was spending so much time—”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted her, unable to resist reaching up to slide a stray lock of hair back from her cheek and over her ear and pleased by the way she blushed at his touch. “I didn’t mind it, honestly, I’m really enjoying myself actually. I just don’t want you to get caught in the middle of something, so go ahead and get to a stopping place if you can.”

Marinette bit her lip and looked down. “I’m...really enjoying this too. It’s been a long time since someone had time to listen to me ramble who wasn’t paid to, and you’re a good person to bounce ideas off of. Thank you. Sorry for taking up so much time though.”

“If I’m having fun and you’re having fun I don’t see that there’s much to apologize for,” Luka chuckled. “I wouldn’t object to spending more time with you, though...would you like to take a walk when we’re done here?”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, a shy but happy smile spreading over her face. “I’d really like that, Luka.”

Her cheeks pinked at the slow smile that spread over his face in response. “Then finish up,” he said, “and we’ll take a walk. We’ve still got about half an hour before they come to kick us out.”

She turned back to her paper and Luka tried to use the time to get himself together. She was too cute and whatever tiny chance there had been that going out with her would cure his infatuation was rapidly diminishing.

***

They stopped to get crêpes from a street vendor and ate them on a bench by the fountain Marinette had been admiring previously. Marinette seemed deep in thought, still immersed, he suspected, in whatever inspiration she’d found in the museum, so Luka stayed quiet, though he was itching to know what was going on in her head.

He was watching her absently lick the last bit of cream off her lip when she shook her head slightly, and as she looked up and smiled at him he felt her come back to the moment and smiled back.

“Shall we walk?” he asked, before she could apologize again, and offered his arm once they’d tossed their trash. “You found your calling early, didn’t you?” Luka asked as they began to walk. “Did you go to school for it too?”

The night was brisk but not uncomfortable, and as clear a night as Paris ever got. School seemed to be a comfortable subject, long enough ago for both of them not to bring on too many painful memories, and they swapped stories as they strolled along.

They broke off to listen as they approached a set of street musicians, a small group playing instruments as a man and a woman sang.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Marinette breathed. “It’s not in French, though, is it? I wish I could understand it.”

“It’s Italian,” Luka told her. He concentrated for a moment, listening. “It’s about someone who thought they’d given up on finding love, but now they’ve met someone and those feelings are coming back.”

“You speak Italian?” she whispered to him as the instruments took over.

“Music terminology’s almost all in Italian,” he shrugged. “And I needed a language requirement for my degree anyway, so it seemed like the natural choice. I speak some Scots and some English too, but I got those mostly from my mom and dad, not formal training. Would you like to dance?”

“Oh, I—“ Marinette looked around. One or two couples were swaying together. “Um, s-sure?”

“That sounds like a no, Marinette.” He nudged her lightly with his shoulder. “It’s okay, we don’t have to. We can listen for a bit and then move on if you like.”

She smiled up at him weakly. “I’m kind of terrible at this, aren’t I? First I lecture you, and then I ignore you, and everything I say has you wondering if I really want to be here.”

“You’re kind of out of practice,” Luka chuckled, reaching to catch another stray bit of hair that the wind was whipping across her face and tuck it behind her ear. “That’s okay. But I’d rather you didn’t agree to things you’d rather not do just to make me happy. If you don’t want to do something or don’t like something we’re doing, I wish you’d just tell me.”

Marinette sighed, and gave him an apologetic smile. “You’re right. I’ll do better. Um, no, thank you, as much as the idea of dancing is appealing, the reality of it in my case...well. I’m kind of a klutz and I have two left feet and I prefer to dance in places where I’m not going to draw so much attention.”

Luka grinned. “See? Not so bad, was it?”

“It was a little bad,” Marinette pouted. “You’re probably an amazing dancer.”

Luka snorted. “I’m an average dancer,” he corrected her with a grin. “Off the stage, I have good rhythm but no style, as my sister frequently tells me. You’re probably used to all kinds of fancy moves and aside from a few Scottish reels that would not go at all with an Italian love song, all I can do is a good old-fashioned sway-in-a-circle slow dance.” They both laughed.

“It would be amazing to dance like that after years of being critiqued after ever stupid party and social function and—” she cut herself off and shook her head briskly and said, “You know what? I think a good old-fashioned sway-in-a-circle slow dance sounds amazing. Will you dance with me, Luka?”

“I’d love to,” he chuckled, stepping towards her and lifting his hands to her waist as she put hers on his shoulders. Just as they came together, the singers hit a final, long note, and the song was over. Luka and Marinette looked at each other, and both broke down laughing, leaning on each other for a moment before slowly separating. “Maybe we should just keep walking,” Luka suggested, still laughing as he took her hands. “Shall we?”

“Please,” Marinette grinned up at him, eyes sparkling as she squeezed his hands, and his eyes fell to her lips shimmering pink in the light from the streetlamps. He took a deep breath and dropped one hand, tugging her gently into place beside him with the other as he angled their walk towards Pont Neuf.

***

“I don’t have anything against digital music,” Luka protested, as they strolled beneath the trees of the Square du Vert-Galant where it jutted out into the Seine. “The computer can be an instrument just like anything else in the hands of an actual musician, but XY, he’s just...his music is just so tired and unoriginal. It’s like he’s not even trying. Maybe sometimes he comes up with things that aren’t painful to listen to, but even his good stuff doesn’t have any soul. I’d never judge anybody for making money with their music, but I question whether he does it for any reason but money.”

“It’s true, his music is very…” Marinette wrinkled her nose. “Bland. Heartless is a good way to put it.”

“I’m glad we agree,” Luka grinned at her as they paused at the point of the triangular walkway, where the Seine surrounded them. He nodded at the river. “I grew up on a houseboat on the Seine,” he said. “Coming down here is kind of like coming home.”

“Do you miss it?” Marinette asked.

“Sometimes,” he sighed. “It was cramped and it was messy and nothing was ever where you left it because the wind would pick up and rock the ship juuuust enough to roll stuff under the furniture. Sometimes my friends would get seasick when they visited, and we were always stepping all over each other, but...it was home, you know? Do you miss the bakery?”

“Sometimes,” she echoed back to him, and they shared a smile. “It was too warm, and my parents were always working and sometimes there were days when I didn’t want to be nice to everybody but I had to because we couldn’t offend a customer. And whenever Papa wasn’t paying attention and burned something it took forever for the smell to go away.” She shrugged. “But sometimes, the smell of fresh bread makes me tear up a little bit, you know?”

“The Seine doesn’t smell as good as bread,” he chuckled. “But I know exactly what you mean.” He took a breath, and sang lightly, “I’ve been walking, walking these shores all my days.” He grinned at her as he finished, “But with you by my side I am walking on the waves.”

Marinette giggled, covering her mouth at the girlish sound. Luka just grinned wider and looked back to the river.

“Do you have a song for everything?” she asked, bumping against him lightly.

Luka shrugged, pleased that she felt comfortable enough to tease him. “I’m a collector, I guess. There’s always memories in music for me.” He took a deep breath of the cold wind coming off the river and was hit by a wave of nostalgia. “My love is like a red red rose, that’s newly sprung in June,” he sang softly. “My love is like a melody that’s sweetly played in tune.” He sighed, and Marinette squeezed his arm. He looked at her and smiled softly. “As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,” he sang, “How deep in love am I…” He reached out and tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear again. “And I will love thee still my dear, till all the seas run dry.”

Marinette blushed and looked away. Luka started them slowly walking again, turning his back to the river. “I still can’t sing the second verse,” he said. “The narrator goes far away, but swears they’ll come back.” He swallowed, looking away. “But she’s not coming back, no matter how much I wish she would.” He smiled ruefully at her. “I guess being down here reminds me of her. God, sorry, you’d think I’d be past it by now, but...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”

“You didn’t,” Marinette smiled, nudging him with her arm. “And I don’t think it’s something you get over, not completely. You can’t put a timeline on that kind of grief.” She sighed. “I think it’s beautiful that you loved her so much. I’m really close with my parents too, always have been. I can’t imagine losing them. I know it’s not something I’d get past easily.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Are you warm enough?” he asked, as another chill breeze swept through. “We can go somewhere else if the wind is too much.”

“No, this is good,” she said, snuggling into his arm a little. Then she seemed to realize what she was doing and straightened. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be, not on my account.” He slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her gently into his side, but kept his hold loose and easily broken. “I didn’t ask you out because I wanted you to keep your distance. I’m happy if you’re comfortable being close to me.”

Marinette looked down. “I still think you could do better.”

Luka stopped walking and faced her. “Marinette, when you say you aren’t special it just makes me want to show you even more that you are.”

She went from pink to red. “But—”

“No, no, turn it around,” he chuckled. “I’ve been on maybe three dates in the last year, all firsts, and all pretty much to get my sister off my back. You’re the first person I’ve actually wanted to spend time with in forever. Not only that, you’re a business executive and a famous fashion designer with an international brand. I’m just a musician, and not a very ambitious one at that. I like playing small venues and I like teaching my students. No plans for stardom here.” Luka spread his arms a little, as if inviting her to check him for hidden ambitions.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Marinette said earnestly, surprising him a little. “There’s a lot to be said for doing what you love and not letting money twist it into something you didn’t mean it to be.”

Luka let his hands fall and put his arm back around her waist, starting them walking again. They walked in silence for a moment before Marinette spoke again. “It used to be my greatest dream to work for Gabriel,” she said wistfully. “But I never thought I’d be there forever, you know? It was always just the first step.”

“What’s the next step?” Luka asked curiously.

“Apparently there isn’t one,” Marinette said bitterly, and then sighed, hanging her head a little. “I can’t leave,” she said quietly. “There’s no one else to step up and take my place as head designer. Gabriel’s stocks took a huge hit during the divorce because everybody assumed I would quit. There’s other designers but no one with the kind of understanding I have of Gabriel’s customers, and no one the shareholders would trust because I was trained by Gabriel Agreste himself in his vision.”

“What about your vision?” Luka asked, squeezing her lightly, and Marinette scoffed.

“Gabriel made it clear a long time ago that, much as he respected my talent, he had no room for my vision. Customers want a consistent, unified approach, classic with just enough innovation to keep things fresh, but not so much that they think it’s too risky.”

Luka frowned. “Gabriel’s gone, though. I mean, I don’t know anything about fashion and not a whole lot more about business, but shouldn’t you be able to take the company any direction you want?”

Marinette shook her head sadly, staring at the ground. “His legacy remains, and Adrien wants to keep it that way.”

Luka bit back something impolite. He’d long since given up Adrien’s dad as not worth thinking about, but he couldn’t help feeling a sudden flash of annoyance at his friend. How stupid could you be, to put someone with Marinette’s passion and creativity inside a box like that and insist she stay there for—what? Loyalty to a man who had treated his son like dirt, or worse, like nothing more than a company asset, his whole life?

“If you could do anything you wanted,” he said, genuinely curious, “What would you do?”

“I’d start my own brand from the ground up,” Marinette said immediately. “I know it sounds stupid, but I’d go back to working in my home on commission and I’d start from scratch. Build my business the way I want it. Build a brand with my name on it and not Gabriel’s.” She sighed. “Maybe it’d never be as big...it’s kind of a late start after all. But at least it would be mine.”

Luka smiled. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all. Maybe I haven’t known you all that long but I feel like I know you well enough to say you’re an independent type of person. I can see how having something that’s yours and building it yourself would appeal to you.”

“Most people would give a limb to have the kind of boost early on that I did,” Marinette snorted softly. “To throw away all that, it’s...it’s crazy.”

“You didn’t do it for the boost, though,” Luka replied, finding it hard to keep from pulling her closer. “You did it because you loved Adrien and that was the price of being with him. Why would you think less of yourself for that?”

“Because I—” Marinette burst out, and then paused, and lowered her voice, and Luka felt a pang. He’d seen Adrien do exactly the same sort of thing. “Because I ought to be grateful, instead of resenting it. Anyone else would have been ecstatic.”

“Maybe,” Luka conceded. “But no one who felt that way would have loved Adrien as honestly as you did.” He sighed. “I feel bad for Adrien, I feel bad that he got dealt such a shit hand with his family. I feel bad that it seems like he couldn’t let go even after Gabriel died. I feel bad for him that all that cost him someone like you. And I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a good time, and instead we’re stuck on depressing things.”

Marinette smiled. “Maybe you should sing for me again.”

Luka’s grin was mischievous. “Maybe I should. Beautiful dreamer,” he sang, and Marinette groaned. “Wake unto me…”

“Luka!” Marinette whined over him as he continued, trying to control his laughter. Marinette turned away from him, folded her arms and pouted.

“Beautiful dreamer,” he sang, reaching for her hands. Turning her back towards him and leaning close, he locked eyes with her, voice going from teasing to earnest. “Queen of my song, list while I woo thee with soft melody.” Marinette blushed. “Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng,” he leaned closer, eyes on her lips. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened. “Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me.” He changed course quickly and kissed high on her cheek. He laughed as Marinette blushed and spluttered, and then she shoved him hard with both hands, making him stagger.

“This is so unfair,” she hissed. “I’m such a disaster and you’re so smooth and cool and calm—“

Luka caught her wrist and pulled gently. “Come here, dreamer.” He pulled her forward gently until he could lay her hand on his pounding heart. Her eyes widened slightly as he covered her hand with his own and laced his fingers through hers to hold her there. “It’s been doing that since we met,” he told her softly. “I’m crazy about you, Marinette, and I am nowhere close to calm.” Luka watched her lips part in surprise, saw her gaze darken. He didn’t even realize he was leaning in until her free hand slipped behind his neck and her face tilted up to meet him. He held her eyes until just before he slowly, softly pressed his mouth to hers, deepening it when she pressed closer to him. She made a helpless noise in her throat and pushed up on her toes as he wrapped his arm around her waist. When she didn’t pull away he grew bolder, nipping lightly at her lower lip and dipping his tongue into her mouth when she gasped. It felt so good, the way she clung to him, so warm and alive and moving in sync with him like they were made for each other. Her hand moved from his hair to his face, down his neck and across his shoulder, around to his back, the roving of her fingers as intoxicating as the movement of her mouth against his. His own hand ached to wander but he kept it firmly planted against her lower back, pressing her into him.

When her lips left his, he didn’t open his eyes right away, taking a moment to breathe. Beneath their hands his heart was beating even harder than before, if that was possible, and he felt her fingers flex against him as she sank back until her heels were on the ground once more.

When he did finally look, her cheeks were turning a deep pink that matched her sweet lips, and he could see the panic slowly growing in her eyes. He bent and kissed her again, softly this time, reassuring. “That was amazing,” he murmured, nuzzling her cheek. “Don’t be upset, Marinette, please. We can go as slow as you need to, baby, okay? You’re all right. I’ve got you.” He let go of her to move his hands to her arms and rubbed up and down gently. She let out a shaky breath, and leaned into him. Luka folded her into his arms, shifting his rubbing to her back. After a minute, she raised her face, nose nudging his shyly, and he obliged her with more soft, affectionate kisses.

Eventually she grew brave enough to kiss him, to shyly taste his lips and explore his mouth. He kept her wrapped up tight and safe and let her set the pace, enjoying the different kind of torture her painfully, deliciously slow escalation played on his deprived body.

At last she pulled away from his lips, panting lightly, pushing against his chest until he loosened his arms around her. “I think, um...I think I need to stop.”

“Okay,” he said, nuzzling her jaw and leaving one last soft kiss at the hinge. “You want me to take you home?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see you again, Marinette?” he asked, a little nervously. Maybe this had all been too much for her, maybe she really wasn’t ready, and what was he going to do if that were so? He was already in so deep…

“Yes, please,” she said, burying her face in his neck. “Soon.”

Relief made him weak, and he was glad to hold onto the rail when they went down the stairs of the metro station. Once again he felt like a stupid teenager, giddy to be holding hands and leaning on each other on the ride back to Marinette’s home. As he was walking her up the stairs to her apartment, something else occurred to him.

“What do you want to do about Louis? It’s your call, of course, but if we’re going to do this again, I feel like we should talk to him,” Luka said, caressing her knuckles absently with his thumb.

“Yes, I was thinking that too,” sighed Marinette. “I know he’s already figured out something’s going on. He’s very perceptive, and well…” she gestured to her pink cheeks. “I’m not exactly subtle.”

“You’re perfect,” Luka smiled as they paused outside of her door. “Maybe if he’s willing, we could take him to a movie or something? Something he likes to do? And if that goes well, Jagged Stone’s going to be in town in a couple weeks, I can get tickets. He doesn’t do too many shows anymore, maybe Louis would like to see his mom’s oldest client in action while there’s still the chance.” He winked, and Marinette laughed. “Ask him about it. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable or push my company on him. If he’s not ready to spend time with me, I won’t be offended.”

Marinette laughed. “Are you ever offended?” she asked, running her thumb over his cheek affectionately.

“Sometimes,” he chuckled, catching her hand. “I try not to sweat the small stuff, though.” He started to lift her hand to his lips, only to have her pull it away quickly.

“Sorry,” she said, reddening. “It’s just, the kiss on the knuckles, that was Adrien’s thing, I don’t—”

“I understand,” Luka said, and then smiled mischievously. “Wasn’t going for that, actually.” Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached for her hand again, lifted and turned it, and placed a gentle kiss on the little ladybug tattoo. “That okay?”

Marinette smiled. “Yeah.” She sighed. “Thanks for putting up with all my hang-ups. I don’t think many guys would be as patient as you, and...well, I’m grateful.”

Luka leaned forward and laid his forehead against hers. “It’s not like I don’t have my own baggage. Everybody does. Besides, you’re worth it, Marinette. Any guy that wouldn’t wait for you is an idiot. You’re an amazing person, there’s nothing wrong with you, and you’re so worth it.”

“Um,” Marinette said softly, moving away just enough to be able to see him clearly as she looked up from beneath her lashes. “You are too. You know that, right?”

That caught him off guard, and he blinked at her for a moment. Marinette brought one hand up and laid it a little tentatively against his cheek. Luka leaned into it as she spoke. “I can, um...w-well you’ve obviously been going through a lot too. And I don’t really know how...I don’t want to promise anything I can’t keep but…” She sighed. “I’m not as good at this as you are. I’m not, I don’t want...ugh…” She broke off and bit her lip.

“Take your time,” Luka said, putting his hand over hers. “I want to understand.”

“I just mean...even though I joke about how annoyingly composed you are...that you’re allowed to not be perfect. Those moments, when you miss your mom, you don’t have to apologize to me for that.” She swallowed, and her voice was a little thick when she continued. “I don’t know if I can be what you need,” she said in a rush. “But you shouldn’t be sorry for needing it. Not at all.”

Luka let that sink in a moment, and then smiled softly. “Thank you for that,” he told her. “Honestly, that’s enough. If you can just let me work through it as long as it takes, then that’s enough.”

“I can do that much,” Marinette smiled, and it only trembled a little.

He angled his face slightly in invitation, and she moved to meet him in one last, tender kiss. “Good night, beautiful dreamer. I’ll see you soon.”

“Good night, Luka,” Marinette said, adorably shy as she looked up at him.

~~~

I've never had to not use a song before because it was TOO perfect, but this time I just decided quoting any of the lyrics would be so on the nose as to be almost comical. So, I'll just leave this here, the song Marinette and Luka were listening to on their walk:

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I wrote an enormous post, or rather an essay, concerning NEWS, Tegoshi, and everything that went through my mind in the past month. Honestly, it’s mostly my way of coping, getting it out of my system and sorting out my thoughts and feelings. But I decided to also post it here for those who might want to read.

It was a long time coming. The rumours were lurking around for years and a month ago they bloomed. And yet, the full realization is yet to dawn on me. When something devastating happens, our mind tends to shake off the pain by either exonerating the beloved person who hurt us, or blaming them and distancing away from them. It's really hard to stay objective. But I'll try.

Coming into this fandom, I prepared myself for disappointment. Once I was a TVXQ fan. You know, the 5-nin TVXQ that was going to be "together forever" and all that. So I wowed never to get that invested in a pop band. When NEWS came along, I tried not to get too attached. I knew it would hurt me, sooner of later. And for awhile, it worked. But, as years went by, I knew I lost the battle. We humans need to cling to something. Thus, nearly 7 years have passed.

To me, Tegoshi has always been a key component. He was the one that led me to NEWS. Or rather, how pretty he looked in a dress. Tegoshi always kept me interested. Sometimes he excited, sometimes he annoyed, but he was never ever boring. He was made of contradictions, both in words and in actions. Nothing ever adds up with him. He made me want to understand him but I could never quite grasp it. Thinking about it now, perhaps it was because he doesn't really understand himself either.

In these years, I had several crisis points where I considered leaving the fandom, all caused by something shitty Tegoshi said or did. But every time I bounced back. Of course, I didn't do it for him. I did it for myself. However, his selfishness has always been offset by his kindness. The last time was him crying at the end of Neverland tour and how sorry he looked. Till the end, I wanted to believe that his common sense and loyalty won't let him do something reckless and stupid. Yet, here we are. The interview he gave to Bunshun led me to believe that he would do the right thing. He said he would show his gratitude to JE and would definitely make his fans happy but now it's the furthest thing from the truth. The fandom is disappointed, confused, angry.

Some people say to get over it, that Tegoshi was meant to leave or some shit. But I think those people fundamentally misunderstand the heart of the problem. It's not that he left that infuriated the fandom. It's how and when he left. Most fans would support his decision to leave if the transition was done properly. He owed us that much. A proper apology. A proper gratitude. A proper farewell. The announcement had me in disbelief. I expected him to at least finish the contract, do the Story Tour, no matter how long it takes, and show the members, staff and the fans the respect they deserve. To cut it short feels like a violation. At the very least, we need a closure. The last goodbye. The last concert. The last something. He just left JE after 17 years like it was nothing.

More than anything, what he did seems so stupid. He had it so fucking good. He was always in the spotlight, both on stage and in TV shows. The other members did most of the offscreen work allowing him to shine. He was supported by endlessly patient members and staff. He had the freedom to choose and all the work he wanted for each of his passions - ItteQ, Soccer Earth, OpenRec. And he had fans that always supported him, no matter how many scandals he had.

What was so important that he had to give up on all the amazing benefits he had? To betray all this trust? And on top of it, at a time like this? When all world is going through so much shit? When the fans need moral support more than ever? What were the "dreams" that he talked about?

The ability to rant on Twitter? Making duckface selfies? Fucking around? Assembling a shitty rock band? Performing with strippers? Some kind of unique business opportunity? He talked for years about wanting to perform overseas or hosting fan events but right now these things are offlimit anyway. Why couldn't he at the very least explain his decision properly? Just that alone will definitely hurt his further career in the long run. The press-conference lasted 2 hours but it answered none of the questions that really mattered and there was no remorse. Though at this point, I can't trust anything he says anyway. He created his Twitter account the the evening it all went down and didn't bother explaining himself. He just jumped off the ship and let other people deal with the damage.

Even now, it all seems like some kind of bad dream. Then again, all of the 2020 does.

When I first saw "手越退社" trending on Twitter back in May I felt like I was spinning into a downward spiral, like all air was sucked out of me. And it wasn't the "oh, no! what will the band do?" I never went to a NEWS concert and never brought any merch. To me, it wasn't really the feelings of a fan whose band faces a crisis but rather that of an entrepreneur who invested too much money into one asset and watched it plummet.

Fandom stuff is a currency that can devalue in a blink of an eye. Its valuable as long as its core message is intact. This is why I can't stand people being petty over scans or videos. I share when I can knowing it will make someone happy because I know that tomorrow that someone might move on. When I stumble upon old closed journals with password-protected downloads they feel like ancient abandoned temples. The treasures in them turned to dust.

4nin NEWS were based on unity, the combination of 4 unique characters. Four components, each of them essential. Now that concept failed. It's like standing in front of a collapsed building. I try to assess the damage. How much of it can I salvage? Repurpose? How much is lost and needs to be cleaned up? Should I even bother?

What do I do with hundreds of live performances and TV shows, in HD, lovingly downloaded and stored?

What to make of thousands of scans, magazines, pamphlets, almost each image edited and sorted? Thousands more stored neatly in folders, waiting to be posted. Countless screens and gifs.

What of the member ai fanvideos that gained over 100k on Youtube bringing joy to so many people? I already got the first heartbroken comment saying "we won't ever see them like that again, will we?"

What to make of my unfinished stories? Honestly, it's one of the things I'm most proud in my entire life. Now their future is uncertain.

Do I take down the poster on my wall? The CDs on my shelf? Soon I will have to looks at my enormous stash and decide for each item. Things that once brought joy now cause pain.

NEWS weren't selling music, they were selling ideas and dreams. The cute band photos now cause hurt and anger. The uplifting songs about unity won't be convincing. All the concerts lost their charm.

Am I being too dramatic? Probably. Perhaps the issue itself may seem trivial to an outsider but our grief is real.

Tegoshi keeps saying he loves NEWS and adores the members. But to me, loving is doing everything you can to avoid hurting the ones you love. Perhaps he means it, but that love will never compare to the love he has for himself. Despite what he says, I doubt we'll even see them together again and I'm not even sure I want to. I knew apart from Koyashige, the members aren't really that close personally. Tegoshi is shallow and seeks popularity more than anything. I'm sure than now he'll hang out with even shadier characters than before. The members used to provide him with the much needed tough love. Now, with nothing and noone holding him back, he'll give in to his overblown ego.

I'm not sure how I feel about NEWS continuing as 3. I mean, I support their decision and that's probably what most fans want but to me, I don't know if it'll work out that well. They were already a band with a lot of luggage and now, just like in 2011, they are a band that induces pity. They would have to rearrange so much to try and fill this huge gaping hole. Not to mention they will struggle vocally. No songs, no choreography can be unaltered. It might be better to go on within the agency doing their own things. But then that would just mean Tegoshi was indispensable and all the work they put in will be wasted. The Story must be competed.

In the past week I went through various stages of grief. The anger was strong and so was disbelief. Now it's finally subsiding, giving way to acceptance. It won't come soon but I'll let all the emotions run their course. The fact is Tegoshi remains very entertaining and the temptation to keep following him and rant about him is strong. I probably wouldn't even fight it if he were to leave with at least a shred of dignity. But with the way things are, I refuse to support him in any way. And I will at least try to phase him out as much as I can as I realize that even my anger is playing into his hands as he wants nothing more than attention, good or bad. Instead, I'll try to focus on those who do deserve support.

I'm not yet sure how to proceed with the blog and everything else but I'll take my time and figure it out. The truth is Tegoshi was one of the two major things that have kept me here for so long. And no, the second reason is not Shige. It's the people. Out of all the fandoms I've been in over the years this one really felt like home. I met so many amazing people here, even though many of them have since moved on. I felt accepted and appreciated.

This week has been an emotional roller-coaster. But today I feel fine. I have a dozen reasons to be depressed. But I'm not miserable right now because of the fandom. I've had about 10 people write to me within several days. Some of them I haven't talked to in months, some I've never talked to before, and some from other fandoms. They reached out to share their thoughts and feelings, and I appreciate it so much. I felt less alone. I felt a sense of solidarity, a sisterhood. Many agreed with me and it was touching but even more touching were the people who didn't necessarily agree with me and still wanted to hear what I had to say.

Perhaps it's patronizing but I feel like right now the best I can do is stay connected and go through this together. If I can help others, through informing, making someone smile, or supporting emotionally, it's all worth it.

#musings

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babaohhhriley · 5 years

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Things I've just learned from and about the Sons of Anarchy cast

(Tommy Flanagan, Kim Coates and Mark Boone Jr. were guests at the Comic Con Scotland. I tried to collect the Sons of Anarchy related stories they told us during the Q&A panels and the M&G there)

* When they shot the Pilot, the budget used to be pretty low, the showrunners could only afford cheaper Harleys with crap features for the Sons. Later, when the show got the green light and the big financial support, they didn't buy new ones, the characters got stuck with the bikes they didn't like. Boone, for example, was constantly complaining about the non-working kickstand of his bike.

* Tig was a last minute addition to the series, he wasn't in the original pilot, Kim only came to the show the day before they re-shot the episode. Because there was no time left for riding lessons, they needed an actor who was a pro on motorcycles - and Kim Coates perfectly met the expectations. At that time the budget has significantly increased, so they could give the new character a proper bike with all the features he wanted - while the rest of the cast had to use their original, basic Harleys. Kim never stopped teasing them about his luck.

* Later, in season 5, when the Irish tried to show their power and crashed the Sons' bikes, it was a tragedy for the characters (and a shock for the viewers) - but for the actors it was the pure "Hallelujah!" moment, Tommy said. They were pretty relieved that they finally lost those original bikes. And only then could the actors get the new Harleys they've been crying for for years.

* Kim used to watch his co-stars riding and check their bikes while on set. He stopped the shooting numerous times when he noticed something wrong with anyone's bikes, boots, behavior or something on the track - saving them from accidents but also annoying them with his remarks. He joked that "Safety First!" was his middle name. Still, all of them dropped their bikes from time to time, which seemed to be the perfect material for teasing each other for years.

* Boone pointed out that nothing that wasn't in the original screenplay has ever made it to the screen. There was no place for improvisations, they had to stick to the paper. "If it isn't in the script, it won't be on the show, period"

* Kim said how grateful he was for Tig's character arch, he enjoyed playing his part and the way Tig was coming along - although initially he didn't want to take the role because of Tig's violence and behavior. There were scenes he didn't feel right, but Kurt always talked him through them and explained the reasons behind. For example: in season 2, when Tig & Gemma almost hook up - Kim immediately said no to that scene, he refused to play it. His point was that Tig's extreme loyalty to Clay would never let him touch Gemma. Then Kurt described him the emotional rollercoaster Tig was in at that time, how vulnerable and confused he was, and that actually Gemma made the first move. Kurt pointed out that in the very next scene Tig makes his big confession and breaks down at TM, touches bottom in front of everyone, then he slowly builds himself up from that low in the next episodes - and in the end that made the Gemma mistake understandable.

* Kim also said that he appreciated the Venus storyline Tig got at the end of the show. He felt it was a great character arch, the big bad biker falling in love with such a unique lady. And he loved working with Walton Goggins who played her with such a passion, stayed in character the entire time and they had a lot of fun on the set with him.

* Tommy, Kim & Boone all said how much they loved being a part of this show, playing their characters and spending time together. Boone specially emphasized the riding scenes, how much fun it was to do them, the rehearsals and shooting, how they all used to come to work riding bikes for years. Tommy mentioned that there was a bit too much weed involved while shooting season 1, there're parts he doesn't remember any more (that's where I said jokingly that the car bomb affair in season 2 helped a lot in Chibs' character arch)

* All 3 of them emphasized multiple times how much they appreciated the screenwriters' way to create complex characters, vivid conversations and unique storylines for them. All the connections and relationships that slowly develop during the seasons made the whole story real. They didn't get much information about their characters' storylines in advance, they only knew the very next episode, except if there was a super complex scene or if something needed to be talked over. Kim mentioned how hard it was for him to prepare for Tig's emotionally difficult scenes in the beginning of season 5. He couldn't go to his family, he needed an escape, some "me time" and a shoulder to lean on when his character was so deep in suffering. He was riding a lot alone those days and met with a friend who helped him go through that phase.

* The main actors usually got a phone call in the beginning of the season if their character was going to die that year, but Boone didn't know about Bobby's fate until the day before that certain episode's shooting. He was shocked - and so were his fellow stars, it wasn't how it was supposed to be. In the scene where the club members open the box with the iPad and saw Bobby's torture, their reaction was all natural: they hadn't been told what to expect and the actors literally broke down there, that's what we got to see on screen. Tommy mentioned that he got really sick watching that video and that memory still haunts him.

* The actors said that in the last 2 seasons they felt things were changing for the worse. The screenwriters knew the dark path the whole story was going, everything slowly turned out to be violent and instead of the meaningful conversations the characters used to have before, almost every scene ended bloody. They often didn't understand the storyline (for example when they're burying-then-digging-out-the-man's-body in season 7 - why?), there were too many confusing and physically/emotionally draining scenes and they started to miss the first 5 seasons' rhythm. Especially the part where they worked together as a brotherhood - now they started to miss each other: in season 7 many main characters go on separate ways and didn't have scenes together and they didn't like it. As much as they used to love the show's atmosphere, they got very very tired in the end.

* Boone was talking a lot about DL, told us he was a maniac and drove everyone crazy. But he could do the most perfect parallel parking and was a pro while driving in formation. Boone said it was his mission to tame him and they became good friends.

* Kim is like a big PapaBear, his whole behavior is so calming, he's incredible patient and nice with fans. Tommy keeps teasing him about his "grandpa" reading glasses he's wearing around his neck, in response Kim points out that at least he still got his dark curls and no grandpa grays like them. By the way Kim keeps touching his own face, eyebrows, lips, hair all the time while talking with people (and it can be pretty distracting).

* Tommy is basically an adolescent, couldn't sit still for five minutes, he was constantly fidgeting around, playing with his shoes or coat zipper, putting his feet up the table, playfully kicking objects on stage. He is loud, cracking inappropriate jokes, chiming in during an interview, yelling to his friends over from across the room, but he can also turn pretty serious quickly when the topic requires it and that makes him a completely different person. When he is focused and interested in the conversation, he can be pretty overwhelming and genuine.

📸 Kim Coates on Twitter

@come-join-themurder - enjoy it and feel free to share!

#sons of anarchy #tommy flanagan #kim coates #mark boone jr #chibs telford #tig trager #bobby munson

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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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thoughts on alec? since this is mainly a magnus blog i guess i'm curious.

kfjlkfgjd thanks for resending sorry tumblr’s a bitch ily

eh i feel like generally i talk mostly about magnus bc Every Other Blog (not literally obviously but like, in general) talks about Only Alec just like…..24/7

so while i like him fine, he’s like, mostly Magnus’s Love Interest on my blog lghjflgkhjfgh but honestly just generally while i do like him i honestly don’t find him that….interesting, individually, i guess? i mean he’s not quite boring, but he’s not a character i really relate to

so the reason i don’t really write alec-centric stuff is like. 1. i just don’t find him as interesting (although i’ve had a few ideas, they’ll likely never be published thanks to…) 2. Spite

aka the alec stans suck. the Alec Stans™ to be clear, the ones who suck, not everyone who likes alec. but like, yeah

anyway let’s not just talk salt and me being petty, despite alec being not my fave i can afford to answer one (1) ask without my entire blog crumbling down and revealing i’ve been an alec stan this whole time without me even knowing it

ok so alec headcanons i guess

1. alec was a chatty kid. not what you’d think, right? but then like, he was taking care of izzy, bc she’s his baby sister and Protective, and jace wasn’t really the type to listen to him. like, ever. alec would suddenly realize jace hadn’t been listening the whole time pretty much every time he tried to have a conversation with him or talk about things he was interested in, even when he listened when jace talked about his latest crush or whatever he was interested in. alec started abruptly going quiet before his sentence was finished, and jace didn’t seem to notice or was just like oh good you’re finally done talking, here’s what i was gonna say. eventually alec gives up. he still talks to izzy but she’s so little it’s a lot slower paced and he usually pays more attention to her than what he wants to say bc Baby Sister. by the time izzy’s old enough to like, properly, hold a conversation (she is also pretty chatty) alec’s already gone a lot quieter. by the time we see him, he basically doesn’t initiate conversation on things he’s interested in that aren’t work-related. he does still sometimes talk to izzy, but it’s hard to get the words out and get everything sounding right, so he gets annoyed with himself. it doesn’t come as easy anymore.

and not to show my magnus stan roots but magnus is kind of similar, albeit way less clear cut, he tends to ramble and talk a lot about his special interests only to shut himself up when he realizes he’s definitely boring whoever he’s talking to (he isn’t, necessarily, but after enough times being told to shut up when you get excited you believe everyone wants you to shut up.) and then he was trying to keep up the whole classy unaffected stylish “def not an adorkable disaster bi nerd, i am dangerous deadly unaffected lothario man who has never even heard of star trek or whatever” facade, and rambling about whatever interested him didn’t really fit that. so he retreated more into himself, too. he did have his friends to talk to, but catarina is so busy and he doesn’t want to bother her and raphael doesn’t want to hear his foolish old dad ramble on, does he, and ragnor–he’d always put up with magnus’s babble, and listened, but magnus felt like he was boring him and then ragnor was–well.

anyway so to united these, then, they met each other. and it takes a while, but they get comfortable with each other. magnus goes on a long ramble about a potion he’s been trying to get just right and then cuts himself off, embarrassed, and apologizes for probably boring alec, and alec’s like what? no, that was really interesting, i was listening, can you explain the thing with the mandrake root? and magnus is like…oh.. (also side note: magnus is incredibly cute when rambling about things he’s interested in, he waves his hands a lot and his eyes are all excited and warm and he’s so lively, and clearly passionate, that it’s engaging and pulls you in. like a really good professor. and sometimes he starts talking about something way above most people’s heads without realizing how Smart he is, but if you ask him to clarify he’s like, totally non-condescending and explains it in creative and understandable way????? sorry im in love with adhd magnus thanks to someone anyway)

and then vice versa, alec slowly feels more comfortable talking about things that interest him, like a book he’s been reading and how it’s so fucking stupid the heroine went for the “blonde bad boy” when he’s such a dick to her, or whatever, like it starts as an angry rant about something but before he can cut himself off he realizes magnus is listening. like, actually listening. and like, if it’s appropriate, magnus will ask questions, engage in what alec’s talking about, and alec finds himself getting better at putting to words what he means and magnus is never mean about it, always patient and understanding

2. as a kid alec read romance novels. cheesy shitty fun romance novels. especially the ones that are like, written by women (or better, queer people, but that’s later) and aren’t weird? you know what i mean? and he loved them. romance was something young alec dreamed of a lot, even if he tried to ignore how he preferred tall, dark, and handsome to the main character, or the kind man the heroine fell in love with to the heroine herself. he hid trashy romance novels like most teen boys his age (including jace) hid porn magazines or whatever. he eventually maybe found some queer lit, but he didn’t dare to bring those back to the institute, instead choosing to go to the library the few times he had free time to sneak out (aka when he wasn’t working, sleeping, training, or watching izzy and jaces’ backs when they snuck out to clubs and shit.

also: 3. also i stand by the fact that alec wasn’t in denial about being gay. he wasn’t repressed, he knew exactly what he wanted and who he was, he just didn’t think it was possible for him to be with a man and be happy.

4. alec isn’t a sweet innocent baby boy!!!! he’s seen porn, he knows how sex works, he’s masturbated, and honestly i know the show said otherwise but i find it hard to believe he never once fooled around even a little bit. just a little bit. no actual dating? not hard to believe at all. even being a “virgin” despite how outdated and terrible the concept is, not unbelievable. plenty of “normal” people reach college-age without ever having had sex, let alone shadowhunters raised to be demon-fighting soldiers. but like. look. he has the Energy. alec….Alec Fucks. also just something about the whole like, his siblings are always sneaking off to clubs and he follows them to watch their backs (is this canon or just common fanon? i honestly don’t remember) just screams to me hey, he may or may not have made out with an adventurous seelie or a mundane with eyes. or maybe a blowjob or a handjob, who knows. i’m JUST SAYING. i know this isn’t canon but i don’t care. alec lightwood has seen a dick

5. alec is ridiculously protective of people he loves. especially family (both in the sense of literal family like izzy, and family in the sense of “making your own family” like magnus) like he’d kill for them, he’d die for them, he’d live forever for them,

6. alec can and will become immortal for magnus. and not just literally only for magnus, for himself as well–like he doesn’t have to spend the rest of his life being a tool for the clave, he can work for better relations between downworlders and shadowhunters, and like accords that aren’t shitty, and he can be more than just another soldier or even head of the institute, he can be more and have time to actually spend time on himself, like it doesn’t have to be training-work-protect his siblings-sleep-training, and then one day he gets married and has kids and dies. he can actually experience the world, do things he enjoys, spend time with his husband, and most of all, he can spend the rest of his life with magnus bane, the love of his life, his husband, someone he loves so much. he can make sure magnus’s heart doesn’t get broken again by falling in love only to lose him. they get their happy ending, you know???? we stan

7. alec would be a great dad i dont know what to tell you he just would be

8. one of the first kinks alec realized he really had like. with magnus. was office sex. yes im a slut what about it

this is bc he was minding his own business, doing paperwork at his desk, and magnus maybe sent a flirty text and alec was like mm i want to fuck him right now. and then he was staring at his desk thinking mm i want to bend him over this desk, sweep all this paper off the desk and rip off his clothes, take off his panties last and then lick his pussy until he’s begging for me to fuck him then press his chest down against the desk and fuck him until he screams. maybe i could tie his wrists behind his back with a tie. like i’m his boss? oh my god magnus in a secretary outfit. shit. he gets no work done that day. it’s just a rabbit hole of one thought to another until he’s like. sitting there hard and unable to focus on his work bc the mental image of magnus bent over in a skirt over his desk keeps playing his mind and he doesn’t want to do this paperwork he’d much rather be doing his husband.

9. alec loves making out with magnus on the couch like they’re just chilling and watching a movie and cuddling and alec loves to pull magnus into his arms and just make out. like literally not even “this ends in sex and gets hot and heavy” literally just magnus in his arms. and they kiss a lot. it’s soft and warm and relaxing tbh

10. magnus!!! and alec!!! cuddling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they both love it!!!!!! they’re both lowkey touch-starved!!!!!!

11. alec’s a dom top and that’s that my dudes

#long post #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #trans magnus bane #trans magnus smut #alec tag #:/

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krawalito · 4 years

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Pep talk (be carful might include spoilers)

there is a lot of negativity floating around in our relyo community and i think y'all need some pep talk.

first of all stop giving leaks too much credit. anyone can post leaks and can call them legit. i can, you can. just bc its called a leak doesn't mean its legit. if you read them don't let them consume you.

1. watch the movies again, what are they telling us? what do you see? that is what you need to concentrate on. not promos or media or merch. its the movies and anything else which is canon. comics, novels etc. i am saying this bc all the promo and merch is not created for reylos only or any other SW fandom group, its made for the GA which is still the majority of people watching the movie. so you see all kind of things in those promos. fighting reylo is one of them. they want to give hints to anyone so that all kind of people want to watch the movie.

2. ben solo will die. well yes, there is a possibly but how high are the chances? pretty low from my perspective. and here is why. Chris terrio said, the movie has a conclusion but it can continue? something like that i don't recall the exact wording. what does that mean? there is a high chance that DLF wants to keep another sequels door open. not just the same universe or another universe, these plans are already there. no he is referring to this saga. how can this saga continue in the future? def with rey and most likely with ben. how? well that depends on their creativity but there is the possibility of a Solo Saga, which means there will be Solo Babies. which means they make love and they can only make love if ben survives bc i highly doubt we will see them hooking up in TROS before he dies. and again there is a chance that the story continues with rey only. chances are there. but very low from my perspective. i would rather watch another Skywalker/solo SW movie than a rey based story i am totally honest here.

3. ben solo will die. the problem is that many people just look at it from Bens perspective. if you look at it from his perspective he might die, yes. it will be tragic yes. but will it only be tragic for his own character or is there more? what does this mean for Rey? what is it what the force awakens tells us about rey? the belonging she seeks (a family) is not behind her, it is ahead. whomever (she thinks Luke, we all know it wasn't him, bc he did not really come back. he died) you are waiting for on Jakku, they are never coming back. but there is someone who still can. well she is not talking about palatine here either. there is only one person who needs to come back. Ben Solo. what did we learn about her in the last Jedi? that her greatest weakness are her parents and that she needs to let the past die. why is this so important? again bc she has to find her belonging which is lying ahead. if ben solo returns, which he does (i'll come back to this one) and dies after all what exactly were the movies telling us? what exactly did rey get? NOTHING! this arc is too important to be left aside. Rey wants a family and if she is not nobody and has a family indeed we will not connect with it bc there was no proper built up. apart from rey we also have Leia. i want Leia to have at least one happy moment before she dies. she lost so much. her parents, her brother, her husband and her son. it would leave me brokenhearted to see her arc ending like that. women suffered so much in this saga. i don't want to be tortured when i see TROS.

4. and for all the reylos who still doubt bendemption. this is 100% happening. palp will try to seduce rey. he will bait her with her parents and the question who they were and where they are (this is my head canon) we saw that in the last Jedi. that was one of the core themes in that movie. she is still looking for answers. with this being said and to keep in mind what i have written above there is absolutely no other way for ben solo to turn. he will save or team up with rey because he loves her. its very simple actually. he loves her. love has a lot of power and can move mountains.

5. there is another very important theme throughout the sequels. NO ONE IS REALLY EVER GONE! keep that in mind.

6. i do not follow leaks but it was hard to avoid them. however i want to give my five cents to two of them. Rey takes the name Skywalker in the end. okay??? why? what's the benefit? what's the story here? Daisys interview yesterday was quite interesting. she said that rey did not find a father figure in Luke and besides she knew Luke for a week. she also says something about Leia which gives zero indication of her being a mother figure to her. Leia doesn't even carry the name Skywalker. unless she will be the one changing her name in the end (that would actually be cool. bc then she would be the Skywalker who is rising.) ben solo doesn't carry the name Skywalker either he doesn't even carries his own lol. so why would she call herself Rey Skywalker? it would only make sense if there is a total other meaning behind it. like new Jedis will be called sky walkers (i don't like it but then again i would be okay with it) rey is a palatine. hm. in what way, how? he is how old now? when exactly did he wed a wife and impregnated her? when he was already gone? i don't think he was a living form when Vader tossed him in the shaft. he probably became something else. the only idea i could live with is some kind of cloning or any other science fiction idea. but she is not his granddaughter in an emotional way.

7. reylo happens. others have done a great job explaining why. there are plenty of metas, passionate reylos answering all of your questions patiently, podcasters..... the list is long. if you need recommendations, dm me.

#reylo #bensolo #rey and ben solo #rey and kylo ren #bendemption #stay positive tros will be epic

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wichols · 4 years

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This is my first time ever doing any type of fan prompted writing event for myself and let me tell you I have some thoughts!!

But before thoughts let’s talk numbers.

Start Date: 1/8/2020

End Date: 1/24/2020

Total Fics Created: 9

Total Word Count Posted: 11,935

Prompts Received Anonymously: 5

Prompts Received By Users: 4

Longest Fic: Burning Intentions (2,203)

Shortest Fic: Attorney First, Wife Second (754)

Thoughts:

It was interesting to see which pairs and couples my general audience was requesting. By far the two most popular requests where anything to deal with Kyoya (my OTP) and Mori. You wanted my two favorite boys to get some comfort and happy endings and I was happy to supply them. Now that I step back and look at them, I will give you little fun facts or interesting thoughts I had while writing each one (mostly because I think it is interesting how writers explain their process of writing or their opinions on their own writings). The list starts chronologically from first to last fic posted.

1. Bland Cereal & Pregnancy Brain (Mori x Haruhi)

I imagine that of all the hosts these two will have the closest thing to what Haruhi would deem a normal life. They will make time for each other and always try to check in on each other. If Haruhi wants normal life filled with a steady stream of love then Mori is her guy. I giggled my way through this prompt at Haruhi and her oblivious nature (my favorite quality about her). This prompt took two sittings to complete. The first to write it and second to edit. Overall one of the quicker ones I wrote in this batch.

2. Attorney First, Wife Second (Kyoya x Haruhi)

This fic is one of my favorites that I have written. It is also the first posted fic where stuff gets steamy. I was gasping and eeping the whole time writing their steamy elevator interactions. This story took 1 sitting to write, edit, and post.

3. Solemn Tears (Kyoya x Mori)

As stated in the original post this is the first-ever M/M fic I have written. IT WAS SO HARD. Not because it was M/M but because both characters don’t really ever let their guards down long enough for them to cry. Not only that, I really had to dig and analyze what would really push them to the point that they would cry. Have you ever seen two brick walls cry? Cause I sure haven’t! Their dynamic is interesting and I am glad that I got this prompt to stretch my writing skills. Multiple sittings required because I had no idea how I was going to write it.

4. Shrouded Kiss (Kyoya x Haruhi x Tamaki)

Oh, the angst! Out of all the fics posted this one felt the most OOC. My first thought when I received the prompt was, “Kyoya never does anything by accident.” Haruhi was a little OOC in my opinion but that’s because of how Kyoya proposed the idea of finding love. Do I believe what he says about only knowing once you have tried things with different people? No, but there is merit to say that each relationship and person you are with is going to feel different. Some people are just naturally passionate people while others are more subtle with their love. From what I recall this was a pretty easy write and edit.

5. Obliviously Pregnant (Kyoya x Haruhi)

Haruhi probably couldn’t even surprise Kyoya with a pregnancy even if she tried. She might not have married a doctor but when you marry into a family who is a leader in the medical business nothing will stay a secret for long. On top of that, I am sure that Haruhi is so focused on work that she would actually just convince herself that she is sick rather than being pregnant. Now reader, I know you are curious as to why I decided to bless them with twins. Well, you see…..plot device. That’s really it. Plus, after I asked Google about multiples and pregnancy I was plagued with diaper ads. Note to self, use incognito more often when asking questionable questions.

6. Salmon Side Effects (Tamaki x Haruhi)

This was the first “Free Space” prompt. And I was in the thick of writing and posting. By the time I got to this prompt, I was tired. Not long after I got this prompt I experienced a depressive episode and spent the week slowly crawling out of the pit. I just couldn’t bring myself to work on this fic. I knew I would have to write Tamaki super excited and all I could think about was trying to make it throughout the day without crying. But I got out of the pit and finished it. Multiple sittings needed for completion.

7. Unyielding Devotion (Mori x Haruhi)

I am not sure when it comes to other writers but I cannot read and write fic at the same time. And after binge writing the last few fics I needed a break. I needed to read some fic! One night I was scrolling through FF.Net and decided it was time to start working through my 70+ fics waiting to be read. Picked a fic and I was off to the races (Something Honorable This Way Comes by ilovemori9). It was sweet and wonderful and totally the opposite of a break-up prompt. I think with the break up he was trying to do right by her, wanting her to not be held back by what was required of him. When I first started brainstorming this prompt I was going to have Kyoya lurking in the shadows waiting to take Haruhi as his own but the story wrote itself and it wrote Kyoya out of the story. I think it is better that way.

8. Broken Banner (Mori x Haruhi)

TINY HAMMER! Running joke between @ohshcscenerios and myself. This was such a fun story to write! Once I started I just had to finish. I don’t normally lean towards cute and innocent so it was a nice change of pace. Mori is held in high regard but he is, after all, a high school 3rd year. And he has a soft spot for Haruhi. Also, did you know that Mori is 6’2” while Haruhi is 5’1”? How do you accidentally kiss someone who is a foot taller than you?? So part of the issue in creating this story was how to get their mouths close enough to bump lips. I think the outcome suited the prompt. This was a two sitting story.

9. Burning Intentions (All Characters)

The final prompt….this prompt I tell you what. I will be honest I loathed this prompt in the beginning. I was utterly at a loss as to how I was going to write this. I opened the doc, stared at the prompt and closed the doc multiple times over the span of a week. It was like that episode of Spongebob where he had to write an essay and he felt like he was doing so much work but all he did was the fancy-looking “The”. I almost gave up on it. I almost posted an apology instead of actually trying to write something. In a last-ditch effort, I pulled up Pinterest and searched the word ‘fire’. And then an idea hit me! I wrote part of it one night and finished it up the next day. This story quickly became a favorite because of the witty banter between the hosts. I was laughing at my own writing. I am now very proud of this story!

Final Thoughts & What’s Next?

Throughout the last 16 days, I have accomplished many things when it comes to writing! I went from only having posted 4 fics to now having 13 fics. Today (1/24/2020) on FF.Net Boundless Opportunities (Kyoya x Haruhi) reached 200+ views. On top of the 11,935 words I have posted I have also written an additional 9,124 words for other projects I am currently working on. That is a grand total of 21,059 words written from January 1-24! In my free time, I also finished The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins and am 13 chapters deep with The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. On top of everything else, I created a beta profile! I have done so much this month and I want to thank everyone for their support and kind words! They really do me so much to me!

January has been busy! So I am looking forward to celebrating Freedom February!! I am giving myself permission to do whatever I want in February. I still have 11 more paper books to finish as well as 100+ fanfiction stories waiting patiently waiting to be shown attention. Basically what I am saying is I want to spend more time doing other hobbies as well as work on some of my wips that I have been neglecting since I started this project.

Speaking of wips I will be spending February obviously working on my Kasanoda x Haruhi fic but also an idea that sprung up into my head this past week produced a very interesting idea for an AU bad boy fic with Hikaru x Haruhi that has some potential to become another multi-chapter story. Too soon to say if anything will come of it but I want to keep my options open!

TL;DR: January was crazy. Lots of writing. Background information for each fic posted from the bingo prompts. A list of January achievements. Don’t expect me to post anything prolific in February. Using my free time to explore hobbies other than writing. Diving headfirst into digital and paperback stories. Hopefully, make progress on my two main unposted projects. Stay tuned for updates and questions regarding my wips. Thanks!

Special shout out to @ohshcscenerios for helping me out so much! Half of my stories wouldn’t be nearly as good without your help!! Thanks for pushing me to write some fluff instead of just sad angsty fics! Go check out the blog for all your burning host club asks.

If you would like to read any of these fics you can find them on Tumblr, AO3, or FF.Net.

#100 hits bingo #OHSHC #ohshc fanfiction #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #Kyoya Ootori #takashi morinozuka #mitskuni haninozuka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin

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maknaesdancersrappers · 5 years

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Devoted 2

Part 4

Overall warning/s: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.), character death, dark themes

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

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wc: 4,053

He keeps calling after you with his hurried steps trying to match with yours. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole; just gobble up your pathetic frame and make you disappear. Somehow he’s manage to catch up, grabbing your elbow to stop you with one last exasperated call of your name.

“Let go!”

“[Y/N], please let me explain.”

You push him away, “I think your parents made it clear enough for me.”

He gives you the pleading look that you know you can’t deny, “Please, just listen to me. I-I didn’t think they’d tell it to you straight!”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, eyes pricking with tears, “So you already knew how they felt about me? Is that why you didn’t even try to defend me?”

Guilt is painted all over his face; brows knitting between his forehead as he tries to find the words to placate you.

“I c-can’t believe,” You hated how your voice cracked; how it made you sound so vulnerable. “you-you’re just going to let them break us up because of what I want? Because of my dreams and passion?”

“[Y/N]... you know I love you.”

“Clearly,” You scoff, a sarcastic smile growing on your face as the tears finally stream down your cheeks, “not enough to fight for us.”

He repeats your name, softly like always. “I’m sorry.”

“Bye, Kun.”

“It’s been so long! Wow, you look great.”

It takes a second for his compliment to register in your head as you’re still in shock at seeing him again. “Y-yeah, you too. How long have you been back?”

“Barely a year ago. I’ll be finishing my residency program at the hospital here.” Kun’s eyes shifted a bit as he clears his throat. “Congratulations, by the way. I saw on the news, and overheard some of the other nurses talking... about the engagement.”

Instinctively, you look down at your hand; to your engagement ring. “Ah, yeah. Thanks.”

“Wait, isn’t that aunty’s?” He muses, “You love that ring. That’s great he got it for you. I’m glad you’re happy, [Y/N].”

Not knowing what to reply, you nod your head, “Uhm, so what about you?”

He lets out a sad chuckle, “No luck. Med school doesn’t really give me that much time to socialize. I’m always studying.”

“Not even classmates?”

“They’re not really interested, either.” Kun shrugs with a half smile on his face, displaying a lone dimple and how chiseled his face was. “Maybe it isn’t time for me just yet, you know?”

Before you could reply, Kyungwon steps up beside you, telling you she’s ready to go. She glances at Kun and gasps, “Oh, I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“No, not at all!” He says and you already know she was swooning at his smile, “I’m just waiting for my order and then I’ll be back to work. It was nice seeing you, [Y/N].”

“Yeah. You, too.” You wave at him before leading Kyungwon out of the food park and dealing with her questions the second he was out of earshot.

“Who was that? Oh my god? He’s hot! And a doctor? [Y/N]! Why haven’t you mentioned you were friends with an incredibly hot doctor?”

You begrudgingly let out a sigh, taking a long sip from your forgotten drink that’s been watered down by the melted ice. “I don’t think we’re exactly friends.”

At your tone, she chooses to stay quiet and patiently wait for you to start explaining. The walk back to the office was silent; both of you weaving through foot traffic under the noon sun.

“He’s my ex. We dated back in high school.” You say once you were in the elevator of your building and the door closes. “He moved back to his hometown in China before graduating. I haven’t heard of or from him since.”

Kyungwon offers you a sympathetic smile, “And he’s back here? Small world. Are you… okay?”

“A little overwhelmed. I mean,” the doors open and you alight first, walking towards the pantry where you often had your lunch at, “I haven’t seen him in a decade. We didn’t… end things nicely. It’s… it’s just-”

“Hey, you know you don’t have to tell me, right?” She interrupts, “I’ll take whatever information you’re comfortable with sharing with me and I’ll work with it.”

You share a smile before she launches into a different topic and you’re thankful at how considerate Kyungwon was; you’re definitely stealing her away from this company once you establish your own.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core.

It’s probably around 2AM when you woke up to him coming back from the bathroom and his simple kiss to lure you back to sleep escalated quickly to heavy making out with his hand pressing over your panties.

You whine, grabbing his hand and placing it back over you. “You’ve been doing this for years, how can you possibly be doing something wrong?”

“I’ve been doing it for years, but not once did I ever see you frowning.” He lets one finger graze the length of your clothed pussy. “Did something happen at work?”

Your thoughts fly back to Kun and you immediately push his hands away. “Not exactly…”

Jaehyun watches you fix your night clothes and pull the sheets over your body. He follows after you, waiting for an explanation.

You sigh, chewing on your lip as you try to form a sentence without possibly triggering him. You should have told him about Kun before - in the early stages of your relationship. But you were still hurt from what happened between the two of you; so you chose not to talk about it and you were grateful Jaehyun respected that decision.

“I can’t…”

“If you’re not ready to talk about it,” He holds your hand above the sheets, “It’s fine. Tell me whenever you are.”

Dejectedly, you nod; kissing his cheek before turning around and letting him spoon you. As you feel him drift into sleep, the weight of his arm slumping completely over your waist, your thoughts fly back to (technically) yesterday lunch’s conversation with Kun.

He looked good - really good. You can’t compare him to Jaehyun, though, but he’s completely glowed up from the last time you saw him. Save for a few stray red bumps on his jaw and the obvious dark circles under his eyes accumulated from sleepless nights of studying, you can’t stress enough how handsome he was.

You really should tell Jaehyun about him and hopefully he wouldn’t blow things out of proportion, but you don’t know how and where to start. Maybe you should talk to Doyoung first about Kun, ask if he knew he was back.

“You’re thinking too loudly, babe, please go to sleep.” Jaehyun drawls while yawning, pulling you closer. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

You hope so, too.

It’s been a full two days, yet you haven’t told Jaehyun like you had wanted. You were able to push it to the back of your mind while working out the contract with Yuta for his apartment. Kun only popped back into your mind when a smaller news account on social media posted a photo of you and him at the food park talking. Kyungwon showed it to you, only because her skirt had a fold at the back of her thighs caught in the photo. You’re hoping - praying - that Jaehyun doesn’t have the time to check these petty news accounts; you don’t even want to think about how he’ll react to them.

With Yuta busy assisting his sister in their business with Jaehyun, you’re free for the rest of the day until you have to time out. Doyoung should have some time to spare to entertain a phone call from you.

“Hello?”

“Hi Dons, how are you?” You sit down on an unoccupied couch at the lounge area of your office floor, placing a throw pillow on your lap.

“Good. Same old, same old. You?”

“I have a little time on my hands. My client is busy so I don’t have much to do since I haven’t seen his place yet.”

Doyoung hums on the other line, “So you called to bother me?”

You scoff, “No! Can’t I check up on my best friend?”

“[Y/N], just tell me the reason why you called.”

It’s annoying how you can see how he’s rolling his eyes at you right now. Sighing, you begin, “Well… did you know that Kun is back in town?”

The line is silent, enough to make you think your call got cut off before Doyoung speaks up again: “Yeah, I ran into him months ago at the hospital when I had to get x-rays for my back.”

“What?” You were the one who told him to get his back checked and kept asking for updates about it, yet he never cared to mention about him running into Kun? “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I wouldn’t know how to bring it up and how you’d react! I didn’t think you’d actually cared if he was back or not… do you?”

You groaned, “I… I don’t care about him being back, it’s just… I was surprised. I mean, Jaehyun doesn’t even know about… Kun.”

Doyoung gasps, “At all? You’ve been together for 7 years and you never cared to mention about him?”

You look out the window of the lounge room, “No. When the topic of exes came up between us… it still hurt to talk about it - and Jae never pushed to talk about it afterwards.”

“Maybe he already had him checked.” He casually says.

“He would never.” You’re quick to defend like always, but pause to think about the chances. Jaehyun was fully capable to have you background checked and if he has, he would have definitely known about Kun. Was that why he didn’t push you into telling him about Kun? Because he already knew?

“I’m joking,” Doyoung laughs, unaware of how you were truly reacting to his suggestion, “But it sounds like there’s nothing wrong about just telling him outright. You’re engaged, [Y/N]. Kun is the past for about a decade now. I know you love Jaehyun way more than you did Kun; and you’re worried about how Jaehyun is going to react to it, but you just need to explain that you and Kun ended on a bad note and never really had proper closure.”

Doyoung was right; you never let Kun explain his side of what went down. You walked out of the relationship and avoided him up until he finally moved away. You were even convinced that you weren’t going to trust another boy with your heart until you met Jaehyun.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Of course, I am.”

“Thanks, Don.” You roll your eyes with a little chuckle, “We should all have dinner soon. Ten is coming over from Thailand to make up for missing the engagement party.”

“Sure, just tell me when and I’ll clear my schedule.”

You snort, “Ooh, listen to you, Mr. Hotshot. I heard you were in demand, shame, I would need some help when I start my own company, but if you’re swarmed by better clients.”

“Nonsense!” He cuts you off, “I would make you my top priority.”

Rising up from your seat, you return the throw pillow back onto the couch and start making your way back to your carrel. “Aw, really, Dons?”

“Yeah, your future husband would pay me well.”

Jaehyun had been working overtime the next days; it was like the universe was preventing you from telling him about Kun. He’d come home when you were asleep and leave for work just as you woke up. It was only Sunday when you were able to wake up to his face as he quietly snores away; he must have been so tired from yesterday: accompanying Yunho to a meeting all the way to the south.

Today, your parents are coming over for brunch and although you usually prepared food with Jaehyun when either of your parents came over, you’d rather have him rest this one out.

After freshening up in the bathroom and pulling up a bunch of recipes on your tablet, you prepare your ingredients for brunch while having coffee and a bowl of cereal. You would usually have Jaehyun play some of his songs to fill the silence of the apartment, but you don’t want to risk waking him up so you had to use earphones instead. You go through almost two albums of your favorite artist when you finish cooking a platter of garlic chive pancakes and quickly whip up its’ dipping sauce before cleaning up your station and starting on another dish.

As you browse for the easiest egg bread recipe, leaned over the counter and aimlessly humming along to the song playing; you’re suddenly pulled back and spun around.

Jaehyun presses his lips over yours, holding you against the marble counter. “Good morning, love.”

“Good morning.” You sigh, tiptoeing to chase after his lips for a quick peck. “I was letting you sleep in.”

“What’s the point of sleeping in when you’re not there beside me?” He sleepily complains, pulling you into a hug and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

“My parents are coming over for brunch, remember? We can’t sleep in. I still have to make egg bread and beef stew.”

He groans, “We could have ordered those!”

You laugh while pushing him away, “You can either go back to sleep or help me out.”

“I’ll go freshen up real quick and help you out.” Jaehyun kisses your forehead, making an obnoxiously loud ‘mwah’ noise when he pulls away, even pinching your ass hard enough to make you gasp and flinch before he ducks away to avoid your retaliation.

Recomposing yourself, you resume your cooking agenda. While gathering the ingredients for the egg bread, you quietly give yourself a pep talk. This is the perfect time to tell him about Kun; in any case that he doesn’t take it well, he has time to think it through while your parents are over.

But when he returns to help you out by making bulgogi (instead of the beef stew you initially thought of cooking,) he starts asking about wedding details like where you wanted it to, the theme, and such; and you absolutely hate yourself for letting him derail you so easily because you entertain his question. Before you know it, he wittingly changes the topic about where to go for the honeymoon and by this time you’re both done cooking and setting the table.

Jaehyun has you giggling, trapped between his body and the kitchen island, whispering places he could think off the top of his head into your ear. “Bali? Venice? Greece? We could go anywhere you want.”

“Do we really need to go on a honeymoon? Any days off we have together is practically a honeymoon - just minus the relationship status.”

“Oh, but that’s the point; we’ll be husband and wife. We can try for kids when we’re ready.” He nuzzles the side of your head with his nose, softly chuckling as his hands slip dangerously low on your body.

You slap his shoulder, “We are not having sex before brunch and with my parents coming over any minute now.”

“Then how about a little making out on the couch? Nothing below the belt.” He’s already guiding you past the dining table and towards the connecting living room, “Like a bunch of high schoolers.”

His analogy smacks you in the head and you’re reminded of the time you were with Kun. You were at his house, studying for some test in their living room, when one second you were trying to help each other understand a concept, and then another second you were kissing. It made so much more sense after breaking up as to why he was so harsh about pushing you off when his parents came home.

Snapping back to reality, you push Jaehyun down the couch and straddle his lap; capturing his lips into a fervent kiss. He’s clearly caught off guard, nevertheless exerts as much effort in deepening the kiss. There’s a nagging voice in your head, telling you that you’re doing this because you were guilty of thinking about Kun. But you’re convincing yourself that you’re just biting into the temptation Jaehyun had set up. Right?

A phone rings and you pull away with an annoyed sigh.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He groans, letting you off his lap.

“Maybe we should have a honeymoon so I can have you all to myself.” You sarcastically muse out loud, slumping against the armrest.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jaehyun says out loud while he runs to where his incessantly ringing phone is located.

Not even three minutes later, he comes bounding back to you, eager to resume your previous activity, but just as he reaches you, the doorbell rings.

“We have tonight?” You offer, trying not to laugh at how disheartened he looks.

“I’m making sure we have a month long honeymoon.” He grumbles, allowing you to leave his hold so you could answer the door.

You greet your parents at the door with a hug and kiss each, ushering them inside where Jaehyun hugs them, too, before settling on the dining table.

“How have you two been? I know it’s only been a week or so, but have you to started on the planning for the wedding?” Your mother asks as she accepts the bowl of rice you passed to her.

“We just did, actually, this morning.” Jaehyun smiles while going around the table to fill up your glasses with water. “But all just general thoughts and ideas; musing out loud. We’ll officially plan after both our schedules clear up - or maybe just after [Y/N]’s project.”

Your dad looks at you, “Oh, you have a new project?”

“Contract hasn’t been signed yet, but I’ll be in charge of working with one of Jaehyun’s work partners.” You pause, “And it might actually be my last.”

“Last?” Your parents exclaim; looking at you with wide eyes, “Are you being laid off?”

You look to Jaehyun and gives you a little nod, “No, I… I plan to quit actually and start my own company.”

Your dad glances at your mom before returning his worried gaze to you, “Start your own company?”

“It was my idea.” Jaehyun jumps in, “She has so much talent and potential to be constricted in a male-dominated company.”

He was so good with words that you can see the sudden realization and agreement in your parents’ eyes as he explains. Honestly, you were glad he jumped into the conversation because you don’t know how to tell it to your parents without mentioning the meltdown and deal in the bathroom a few nights ago.

“I’ll be with her every step of the way.” Jaehyun holds your hand over the table and you return the smile he shoots you.

“Oh, Jaehyun, we know.” Your mom hushes, “There’s no one else in the world we would trust our daughter with any more than you.”

“Dons would be so hurt by that, mom.” You chuckled, resuming your eating.

“Well, I’d trust him to take care of you if I wasn’t around.” This makes you look at him, trying to disguise your surprise as mere glance.

He’s only had one session with his therapist, but he’s saying things like this about the same boy he punched for saying he loves you, despite knowing it was meant in a platonic way? It warms your heart that Jaehyun is actually keeping his word and the fact he sounded sincere.

“Oh, well, that boy was quite a troublemaker back in the day.” Your dad chides, “Pulling pranks and always had that short temper of his when karma gets back at him.”

“Really?” Jaehyun coughs, reaching for his water, “Doyoung? A troublemaker as a child?”

Your mother sighs, “Oh, if you only knew, he and - goodness! It had completely slipped my mind!” She grins at you, visibly perking up in her seat, “You would never guess who I ran into the hospital the other day!”

And just like that, you feel your blood ran cold. Trying to derail her, you clear your throat, “Why were you at the hospital? Is everything okay?”

“I was just visiting a sick friend, I’m fine, dear, but,” She waves her hand to dismiss you, “I ran into Kun!”

You couldn’t breathe.

“Kun? Qian Kun?” Your dad interjects, “He’s back in town?”

“He’s said he’s been back about a year ago. He’ll be finishing his residency at the hospital.” She peers at you, hopefully, “Kun looks good, doesn’t he, dear?”

You opted to hum, quickly stuffing your mouth with food to excuse yourself from answering.

“Who’s Kun?” Jaehyun curiously asks after swallowing, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

You’ve stopped moving at this point, trying to focus on chewing your food and think of a way to change the topic.

“Kun is [Y/N] and Doyoung’s high school classmate.”

You’re praying to every higher being that she’ll end it there, alas each and everyone failed you.

“He and [Y/N] used to date.”

Maybe you’re overreacting and your mind is playing games with you by conjuring the thought that Jaehyun’s entire body had gone rigid and you could see the veins on his hand bulging out from the corner of your eyes.

“Ah, really?” His voice sounded strained.

“He actually told me he actually ran into you during lunch that day. Oh, he’s still so sweet - you two were so cute before.”

“Which means he’s the past.” You shrug your shoulders, acting like you didn’t care. “We wouldn’t have lasted either; he’s always studying - med school and all…”

Your mom drops the topic to talk about your ideas for your future company and you’re doing your best to answer her but half of your mind is gauging Jaehyun’s actions. He’s only pushing the food around his plate; nodding his head to your words and your parents.

Brunch goes by quickly and your parents are off to somewhere else - you can’t remember where; you’re too distraught about what could possibly happen once they leave. It doesn’t help that your mother decided to loudly suggest meeting up with Kun for dinner some other day as a family and you didn’t even dare try to see how Jaehyun had reacted to it. The second you close the door, you turn to face the music, but Jaehyun wasn’t behind you.

You hear the kitchen faucet turn on and the sound of kitchenware clinking. Hesitantly, you amble back to the kitchen to find him quietly doing the dishes. You don’t know if you should explain yourself or let him just come to you; but you’d rather do it now.

“Jae… “

“Baby.” His voice almost sounded flat.

“I… I should have told you about him; Kun…”

“That you ran into him - your ex and possibly first love - days ago?” He remarks, “Your mom seems to love him.”

“My mom loves you, too.”

“Is that why you were so out of it the other day? Were you thinking of him that night I tried to make you feel good?”

You could hear your own heartbeat thumping from your chest. “A-are you mad…?”

He immediately stops doing the dishes and turns to you, “No. No, I shouldn’t be. I don’t have the right to be.” Wiping his hands on kitchen towel and stalking up to the counter across you, “I don’t have the right to be mad at you. I just… want to know why it took you years to tell me about him if he clearly meant something to you.”

“Before.” You add, “He only meant something to me before.”

Jaehyun lets out a deep sigh, nodding, “Is he your first love?”

You blink up at Jaehyun, hands clasped together to stop them from shaking. Was Kun your first love? You always thought he was back in high school, but never really thought about it again when he left. When Jaehyun came into the picture, you knew you love him - probably more than you did Kun, but were you just going to disregard your entire past with Kun?

“Yeah,” You lick your lips, “He is.”

a/n: okay so it’ll be awhile before the next update to make way for 14 Ways to Tell Them You Love Them Too (seriously thats a long ass title i cant even) bUT!! I hope you guys like this update even though it’s shorter than the last one huehuehue

its also like 3:30AM so :--)

next: part 5

#nct smut #nct scenarios #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun smut #devoted 2

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nakouwolf · 5 years

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The Alchemy of the Hearts P.5

Note:

5/13 part of the translation of the French fanfic L’Alchimie des Coeurs.

Parts of the story : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

This is a very long fanfic (36 pages) so it might take some time to translate. Don’t be afraid to let me know if I can improve it in any way to make it feel like an english story as it’s not my mother tongue.

Who want to learn how to paint? ~

Summary : Cassandra found out she has a huge alchemy rate with Rapunzel and tried to avoid having to confess her feelings…

Thank you Barrow & Crayola for double-checking the translation (and replying to my doubts!) and thank you everyone for reading it!

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The sun was high in the sky when the King gathered the festival guests on the main square. A busy morning had already been spent wandering between the various stands of the exhibition. The moment of truth had come for Varian and the other scientifics who had certainly exposed their creations on their stall but hadn't done any public demonstration yet. This time, considering how the events of the last festival had turned out, the Queen had suggested that the winner would be chosen by both a vote from the crowd and royal advice for more equity. The decision had been acclaimed with enthousiasm. Rapunzel, King Frederic and her were standing at the back of the stage to evaluate the contestants. The citizens were gathered in front of the promotory where Varian just walked in as the fourth participant among the almost twenty contenders who had decided to compete.

-Dear people of Corona, I invite you today to find out who's your soulmate with the power of alchemy!

Declared the young inventor, trying to warm the crowd who offered him a positive answer. Turning to the King, Varian invited him to take place. It had been agreed that the King itself would act for the demonstration. While the machine was analyzing, Varian explained his study criteria. The result offered 92% of alchemy with Queen Arianna.

-Such a high result is really rare! Only one other duo had more.

Exclaimed the inventor, arounsing the King's curiosity.

-Really? Who?

-The girls want me to keep it a secret.

Hasten to add the scientific. The King didn't insist though he had seemed to wince a bit on the young alchemists choice of words, "The girls." Understanding he was talking about her own result, Cassandra, who was supporting her friend apart from the crowd, leaning against the wall of a shop, took a quick peek at Rapunzel... who was already looking at her. When their eyes met, the lady-in-waiting hastened to deviate her gaze, blushing foolishly, which made the princess smile. The lady-in-waiting who was trying to be inconspicuous regarding the result of that machine had just confirmed the few doubts the princess could still have. It was only a matter of time before she stopped shirking.

Thankfully for Cassandra, the next contestant took place and presented a creation which had nothing to do with the Day of Hearts. In the meantime, at the minute he got down from the stage, Varian was being overwhelmed by the curious citizens who wanted to try his machine. The contest had well started for him. Failing to seduce Cassandra, he had at least charmed his audience!

Contestants passed and proposed so many original ideas that it was difficult to decide a winner. The evening was already well underway when they were all done presenting and subject to the vote of the public. The crowd fervently supported Varian's creation and Rapunzel granted him her first point aswell, convinced by its efficiency. As for them, the King and the Queen awarded him the second place but the accumulated points offered him the top of the podium. Quirin, who managed to assist to the end of the demonstration, told Varian he was proud of him which probably was the best reward the young man could received.

The evening ended with some outside scientific and educative activities but the royal family and their relatives headed back to the castle. After an excellent meal, Rapunzel waited patiently for Cassandra to finish her daily shores so she couldn't avoid her once more. Though it was purely innocent. Rapunzel pertinently knew that forcing her friend to talk would only keep her away. She only wanted to spend some time with her. After all, hadn't she given her word, the previous day, that they would draw together tonight?

Then, once done with her chores, Cassandra found Rapunzel leaning against the door frame which lead to the corridor and the chambers. The lady-in-waiting couldn't sneak away. Before she could say anything, whereas she had just barely approached, Rapunzel grabbed her hand with a grin and dragged her to her room. Cassandra couldn't hold back her own smile in front of so much enthousiasm. She perfectly knew what was awaiting, she had given her word. If there was one thing she didn't master though it was art! But Rapunzel would know how to teach it to her. She was passionate and passion is often contagious.

Once arrived in the princess' bedroom, Cassandra sat on the bed while Rapunzel unpacked her painting material, installing more or less thick canvases, shell-based painting and other pastel sets on the ground. Just at the sight of her color collection, the lady-in-waiting felt lost. There were too many choices! How to chose the right color? And how to know what to draw? The princess must have felt her distress as she put a hand on her shoulder.

-We'll start slowly. What would you like to draw?

-I have no idea, Raps, I hoped you would tell me.

She gave the princess a sorry smile. Rapunzel put a finger on her chin and raised her eyes to the sky, thinking.

-Mmmh perhaps you could draw something that simply inspires you? Owl? Weapons? Or something completely abstract...

She stopped for a moment, looked at Cassandra and brushed the spot above her heart with a fingertip.

-Draw what you feel. Right there.

The sudden proximity with Rapunzel hastened her heartbeat and Cassandra sincerely hoped the hand of the princess didn't feel it beating against her chest. Trying to focus, she reached for a canvas and some colors. What she felt...

-Do you draw a sketch before going into details? She asked so she could regain her composure and focus on her task.

-Not necessarily, replied Rapunzel. But if it helps you feel confident, go on, don't hesitate!

Sitting cross-legged, Rapunzel took a canvas aswell and started a pencil sketch before painting it. Cassandra stood a moment thinking over the white canvas before starting with blue tones. Hesitant at first, a little shy, she painted a wide wave which rolled on itself and broke into the ocean. She added numerous blue hues, more or less dark, and some white touches. Without realizing it, she was painting here the tumult raging inside of her between the desire to admit her feelings and her usual way to repress them for Rapunzel and Eugene's sake. While she was finishing her painting, Rapunzel showed her her sketch, rather proud of herself. She had drawn them both during their sword fight the day before. There was a subtlety in her lines which attested her long drawing expertise : the movements were dynamics and the expressions very complicit. Cassandra felt the yesterday roles reversed : the master and the pupil definitely weren't the same.

-Wow, that's impressive, Raps, do you intend coloring it?

-Mh, mh!

Nodded the princess with a grin. And she would offer it to her once finished. Standing up, she glanced at Cassandra's artwork.

-Wow, there are a lot of things going on in there!

As it was typical from the princess, she didn't linger on technical aspects but on her feelings. And this artwork was really emotional. It clearly transmitted the trouble, the inner strenght she exercised, there was a certain restraint in the power of the wave even though one could feel its desire to finally explode. Rapunzel understood that desire too well.

-It's beautiful Cass, one couldn't believe it's your first artwork. It evokes so many things: what you told me the first time at the lagoon, but also almost some anger. Water can be both soothing and tortured. It's a complex and uncanny subject. I love it a lot!

-That's kind of you, Rapunzel, thanks.

The princess' gaze suddenly became more concerned. She put a hand on Cassandra's one.

-If there was anything wrong, you'd tell me, right? Don't keep something bothering you to yourself.

-Everything's fine, Rapunzel, don't worry. It was really interesting to try, thank you for lending me your material. It's getting late though and tomorrow is a long day. We merely finish a festivity that we already need to prepare the next one! This Kingdom is exhausting!

Rapunzel giggled. It's true that Cassandra's work was far from being restful currently! Stepping forward, she kissed her friend's cheek.

-Then good night, Cass.

-Good night, Raps.

She had tried to answer indifferently but she felt herself that her voice was more tender than she wanted to. She got out of the room carefully avoiding the princess' gaze to make sure she wouldn't see the blush spreading across her cheeks. It was getting harder and harder not to say anything...

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