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Hello there! I hope you're healthy and well! And oh, I loooveee your writings! They're always great ^_^
Anyways, I would like to request. It's Wednesday Addams x fem!reader. So let's just say Wednesday has feelings for the reader. But she doesn't know how to tell her. And I would love to know how she would react if she saw the reader was being kissed by Xavier. Just love a little bit of angst 😎
That's all, thank you for reading my request!! XOXOXO
Feelings were a fickle subject when it came to Wednesday Addams, despite growing up with two parents whom were blatantly enamoured with one another and didn’t seem to hold no shame in showing their love either. However just because she was the child of Gomez and Morticia didn’t exactly meant that their affiliations for love were an inheritable trait for her to have. However despite believing herself to be as emotionally dead as the dearly departed buried six feet under their own graves, you elicit reactions within Wednesday that made her believe that she was either sick or subsuming to an early death.
The fluttering within her stomach whenever you stood close by enough for her to manage to catch a whiff of what you were wearing that morning; Lavender and and body spray, she would note later on as she found herself burning away the midnight oil one night, describing the scent of an additional character to her novel. She would remove all traces of the character but she had soon found out that she had written so much dialogue between viper and this character; So much so that the plot portrays their coming together in joining forces as a chance of fate in solving the mystery. For Wednesday to remove your insert character from her novel would be to set herself back a couple of pages, possibly chapters, because your character suddenly became a vital part of her story out of the blue and she had already advanced so far with the story that it would just seem like wasted effort.
Another thing Wednesday would always be subconsciously reminded of in her moments of silent reprieve was the way in which her cheeks would heat up whenever you smiled, laughed or outwardly complimented her. She never once cared about what others thought about her nor her personality but it seemed that the moment you started to speak of her in such high praise, that’s when she began to feel herself crave your validation. Wednesday didn’t care how you did it but she just wanted you to praise her, compliment her to high heavens and no one else. She naturally hated how she craved something she openly voiced not caring about but yet here she was, acting the hypocrite just for your appraisal.
She even often found herself actively searching for you in the quad before classes like a puppy dog looking for it’s owner. It was pathetic but recently Wednesday observed that she seemed to go against her own code whenever you nearby. She hated being craved and stalked by others yet she was subconsciously doing the same thing to you but going about it within a more subtle manner; Such as keeping a seat saved for you in the classes that you share, going so far as to threaten bodily harm on fellow students in swapping jobs with her so that she could be with you during outreach day and last but not least, participating in the Poe Cup when and only when you were participating.
Enid had her suspicions that Wednesday had feelings for you but never dared to voice them until one day when she returned to her dorm to find Wednesday awkwardly standing there, picking at her chipped nail polish. Before the blonde could speak up, Wednesday beaten her to the punch by asking a question Enid never thought she’d ever hear her ask. “What…does it mean to like someone?” Enid wanted to scream Ophelia Hall down because her intuition about Wednesday had been right. However Enid knew she’d have to save the celebration for later as she had a friend to help in navigating her feelings, so she took a deep breath and sat herself down on her colourful bedding, smiling at her morbid dorm mate. “Who’s the lucky guy, girl and or person?”
The pair talked late into the night and by the time morning had came, Wednesday felt the overwhelming urge to rid herself from pining after you from afar and instead act upon her feelings. Unfortunately, due to her lack of experience within this field, she didn’t exactly know the best way to go about conveying her feelings towards you without potentially scaring you off into the arms of someone else. Who’d knew that the one thing that Wednesday couldn’t seem to comprehend was the fact that she had actual feelings other then disgust, dismay and the obvious morbidity? Wednesday definite didn’t and she was left perplexed at her desk, her head buried in her hands as she raked her nails down her face, leaving red marks in their wake as she attempted to find a possibility in where she could express her emotions that wouldn’t require so much effort being drawn from her.
This new sensation was thrilling to the young Addams as found herself brainstorming a thousand ideas a minute, a majority of which were crumpled up into wads of paper that were then discarded to the black metallic waste bin she kept beside her desk. None of them were good enough for you, she would tell herself the more she drove herself to sheer madness within the thicket of her research. It didn’t have to be perfect, it didn’t have to be a spectacle for others to bask in, overcrowding her moment with their attendance. It just has to be enough for you and to Wednesday by osmosis. However there was one minute detail that Wednesday seemed to have deemed unimportant or intentionally skimmed over due to it’s irrelevance in her grand scheme; Xavier Thorpe.
The boy clung to you like a babe does to their mother. His arm would permanently be seen over your shoulder, drawing you into his side as he spoke to the gorgon, Ajax. Wednesday also didn’t take into account how whenever she saved you seat in class, Xavier would immediately bolt for the spare seat beside yours as he began to animate the doodles on his sheet of paper, watching as they scampered up your arm and burrowed themselves into the collar of your shirt before eventually clambering back down and retreating into the blank sheet of paper once the teacher had entered the room. Even during the Poe Cup Xavier seemed to take it easier on you then compared to the rest of your team, even going so far as to giving you a head start.
Once Wednesday had achieved victory your team, instead of moping and complaining over his teams loss, Xavier only beamed at you with pride as you celebrated with Enid and Wednesday, whom you had slung your arms over the moment you three crossed the finish line; Smiling so widely and bright that he couldn’t help but engrave your happiness into his mind that would later be splayed out on that blank canvas later that evening. Xavier’s constant need to be by your side extended to school events such as Outreach day, where he’d peak over your shoulder at the job you had been given before scavenging the crowd for someone with a matching job and then sweet talking them into trading; Sometimes he -if lucky enough- would have been assigned to the same job as you through pure coincidence.
When the faithful day where Wednesday would finally confess to you finally came, her seemingly dead heart stopped when she caught sight of you and Xavier in the courtyard, standing closely together with his hands gingerly cusping your cheeks as you melt into his touch as though you were the candle wax to his flame; He was uttering sweet nothings and you were obviously moved by them as your hands instinctually reached to grab ahold of the lapels of his blazer, tugging at him in a silent plea for him to step closer despite being pressed up against you another as humanly possible. Xavier was thriving off of your reaction whilst Wednesday was trying to cast her gaze elsewhere but found herself forced to watch as the boy pressed his lips against yours.
Xavier’s golden brown locks acted as a curtain for the both of you as it fell from his shoulders and brushed against your cheek, hiding the fact that you were very much taken by his actions as your hands gripped his lapels tighter while his hands wandered to find home at your sides. That day Wednesday Addams understood what the sound a shattered heart makes.
#wednesday addams fanfic#wednesday addams x reader#Wednesday Addams imagines#Wednesday Addams imagine#Wednesday Addams fic#Wednesday Addams x you#wednesday x reader#Wednesday imagines#Wednesday imagine#Wednesday fic#Wednesday x you#Wednesday fanfic
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day 4: vision
synopsis: Blix unveils the newest settlement in the duchy of Silverloch - an agricultural farming town, Cecil’s Crossing.
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Standing in the center of the newly-constructed Cecil’s Crossing within the duchy of Silverloch, nestled in the southeastern reaches of Duskwood, Blix flashed a bright smile to the assorted crowd. Present were citizens from the other settlements - Brightroad, the haven for the undead and otherwise-extraordinary citizens of the duchy, and Silverloch Township, the main hub for trade, marketing, and livelihood. Much to her surprise, the crowd was larger than she’d imagined - but, of course, the grand reveal of a duchy’s new hub for agriculture was no small feat to miss, she supposed.
Brightroad had been the last expansion prior to the construction of Cecil’s Crossing, intended to be an area of respite for death knights, necromancers (thoroughly screened, of course, following the Abercrombie incident in Darkshire so many moons ago), the newly-returned dark rangers, and most recently a few Dracthyr citizens looking for a home. It had, originally, been intended to house fleshcrafters, alchemists, and parts of Silverloch’s militia - over the last few months, however, it seemed that it had expanded as more of the living populace from the township and remainder of Duskwood crept in. Now, it nearly made its stand as equivalent to the primary area - Silverloch Township.
Nestled in the center of the Duchy’s territory, surrounded by woods and a river to the north, Silverloch Township was home to the main cathedral, the settlements of druids from the Cenarion Circle who had helped in revitalizing the lands within Silverloch itself for agriculture and upkeep (which Blix fervently thanked them for on a regular basis, as well as Indraste, for bringing them to begin with), and the estate that Blix and Indy called a home away from home, along with one other individual. Recently, Blix had struck on fortune, convincing none other than Marsulu Goldmane to establish a G-Tek workshop in the township itself. It had brought extra trade to the area, and opened avenues for business, especially given both Silverloch and G-Tek’s affiliations with the duchy of Cindervale, led by Duchess Olivia Edain and her husband, Duke Lebryn Edain, in Redridge.
Vesper Oberon Thorne, the new heir apparent to the Thorne duchy and Blix’s title as ruler of Silverloch, had made his entrance to the scene roughly a year prior. Blix shuddered to recall the circumstances under which Vesper had been found - however, it had been at great reward. Still young, Vesper had just crested nineteen; as a result, Blix had not only struggled with the challenges of parenting an individual a mere nine years younger than herself, but also with teaching him how to be nobility - a skill she’d just barely managed by herself, having been born to common lineage and married pretty damn high up.
He’d done well, though, over the last year - acclimating to a new place was never easy, let alone taking on all of these burdens at once. Blix was proud - and he stood aside her, curled white hair pushed back from his eyes in a rare moment, and dressed in the closest Blix could sway him towards formalwear - a set of fresh leathers, accented with a warm shirt and a coat laid over his shoulders bearing the Thorne family colors. She looked to her adopted child, and nodded. “Ready?” she asked quietly, one brow raised.
“As I’ll ever be. You know I hate this stuff,” Vesper grumbled, and Blix snorted.
“I know.” She raised her voice, addressing those gathered.
“Citizens of Silverloch! Thank you, every one of you, for being present today. We commemorate a new dawn for Silverloch in its entirety with the completion of Cecil’s Crossing, named for our dearly departed duchess, Cecilia Thorne.”
The crowd grew silent for a moment at the mention of Cecilia’s name - Blix saw Vesper’s hands move behind his back, and she absorbed both the grief and the tension present in the crowd. Not all of them had been fond of her; after all, necromantic activity to the point of killing and raising the house staff was... frowned upon, in most minds.
“May her legacy as a ruler of peace and wit be remembered, and may this town serve as a beacon of hope and wealth for Silverloch evermore. It has been a dream of mine to establish a farming town here,” Blix continued, “and thanks to our allies in the Cenarion Circle, this may finally be accomplished. The lands are fertile, and we will have crops for the spring and summer prepared for trade - let this be a new age for not only us, but Duskwood as a whole. Darkness cannot shake our endurance or heart.”
Blix paused for a moment. “Allow me to present, with no small amount of pride - my child and heir, Lord Vesper Thorne.”
The crowd cheered as Vesper stepped forward, much to Blix’s delight. Vesper had taken a role as a servant of the people; he worked closely with the militia, cut no one from conversation, and always had an ear to pass along the street’s whispers to Blix when she couldn’t listen for herself. He was deeply loved, and Blix couldn’t help but be glad for it.
He’d make a fine ruler someday - hopefully, better than she could ever hope to be. Blix listened as Vesper addressed the crowd, brief and to the point. He was never the type for diplomacy or frilled words, as she could be - granted, that was a skill she’d learned years ago from too many days in Stormwind Keep, listening in on the House of Nobles between her own briefings.
“I’m going to be a lot less formal than the Duchess, here, um - honestly, farming isn’t my forte? But, like she said - this is a new time. We can all learn something from each other, and I promise I won’t steal any carrots. May your crops be bountiful, and... ah, have fun, I guess!”
The crowd laughed, giving their applause, and Blix shook her head with a smile. “We’ve brought in performers from all corners of Alliance territories, and a banquet is in the town hall for anyone who’s hungry!” she called. “Celebrate - and envision, with me, a brighter tomorrow for us all.”
Stepping off to the side, the crowd dispersed around Blix and Vesper as she looked to the younger human. “You did great!” she said, wrapping him in a brief hug. “I’m proud of you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Vesper crowed, laughing as he patted Blix on the back twice before pulling back. “I’m getting better at the whole ‘future duke’ thing, I guess, but let’s not go launching friggin’ fireworks just yet. I’m gonna go find Dot, this shit makes me itchy.”
“Fine,” Blix conceded, rolling her eyes with a lopsided grin. “Home by seven! We’re doing your favorite for dinner.”
“Raw steak?” Vesper called back, already walking backwards and threatening to disappear into the throng.
“Wh - no! You’re taking after Indy too much!” Blix shouted - but Vesper had already gone.
With a snort, Blix turned, her eyes meeting a familiar pair of gold, and smiled as she held out her hand. “Let’s go join the festivities,” she said quietly. “Maybe we can say hey to your parents, if they’re here.”
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We all do what we have to. We all walk the path we think is right. One day you may realize that said path had lead you into a fiery inferno but even then, all you can do is keep going. That all I've ever done. All I'll ever do.
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BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance
ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her), Vance
AGE: Twenty
BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1960
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix (during the war), Ministry of Magic (currently)
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat in Knockturn Alley
OTHER: Vance Manor (is considering moving there again)
OCCUPATION: Curse Breaker, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic, in support of the Auror Department
PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)
WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding
PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion
BOGGART: Losing her loved ones
AMORTENTIA: Unknown
SCENT: lavender, ink
INSPIRATION
SONG: I'm still here by Sia, Courage to change by Sia, Lean on me (J2 Version), I blame the world by Sasha Alex Sloan
PINTEREST: here !!
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).
SIBLINGS: None.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.
CHILDREN: None.
EDUCTATION:
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: Slytherin
EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club Potions Club, Dueling club
CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian, Latin
OTHER LANGUAGES: can read ancient runes
PHYSICAL TRAITS
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 5′5
SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back
PERSONALITY
INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.
SKILLS: Wandless magic (minor, practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent)
POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant
NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times
MBTI: INTJ
BIOGRAPHY: (tw death, violence)
Emmeline was born to Ismelda and Alusius Vance on September 2rd, 1960 on a stormy night shortly before midnight. Her parents were an unusual pair as Aluisus believed in the ideals of the world he lived in and felt himself part of the pureblood society as much as the next one. While he had known that marrying Ismelda would be looked upon as odd, he'd been drawn to her from and simply pushed himself to believe that his one sidestep could not ruin the future of all there was. It had been a mistake that would eventually come to cost him dearly as with each passing day, and later the birth of Emmeline, society made it very clear that they did not in fact approve of his choice. Even though it wasn't the most widespread fact, their family still paid the price for it. Ismelda herself never found her place in pureblood society and in return disliked the purists and their idea of life.
With Alusius' firm belief to raise Emmeline the way him and his friends had been raised, the young witch grew up resenting her mother as everything she learned caused her to believe things were very much her mother's fault. How else could on explain the way things had gone downhill? It started with her, surely it would end with her. Thus, the witch felt drawn to her father, doing her very best to impress him while growing up into a competent witch, who would upon being sorted find herself within Slytherin. For the very first time she truly felt at home, fitting right in with the crowd. The loss of her mother during her second year almost didn't bother had, was it not for the uncomfortable attention for the two weeks after.
It wasn't until her seventh year that Emmeline began to change her view. The loss of her father, allegedly due to Death Eaters caused her world to crumble. For a while she isolated herself, graduated and joined the ministry and Gringott's for their training program of curse breakers before eventually finding herself at a loss for what to do. In those dark hours she found her way to Dumbledore, asking for a way out. The Order of the Phoenix became her new home and although she felt drawn toward her old life, loyal to those she'd once called family and friends, with each step she made forward, new loyalties began to grown on the side of the Order. Some bonds became strong enough that the fight began to make sense.
Now that the war is won, the witch has moments in which she desperately yearns for either side as she misses the people more than anything. A part of her doesn't quite know what to make of a world without conflict, as she feels that it was all the world had ever been to her; a choice between light and dark, right or wrong. Emmeline is still very much getting used to the idea that people now know her as a former member of the Order; a fact she'd tried to keep under wraps for the duration of the war as it allowed for her to slip through the shadows. Over the course of the war her interest in potions increased, her passion for the brewing of those as well as alchemy settled with a part of her wondering if the path of an alchemist or perhaps even healer could be something for her. Emmeline is still figuring out who she is in this new world but she is no longer the girl she left behind at Hogwarts, during her darkest days.
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Arlington NAACP vice chairman shot and killed whereas vacationing in Turks & Caicos in assault police say
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Kent Carter, vice chairman of the NAACP’s Arlington, Virginia, department, was shot and killed Sunday whereas vacationing in Turks & Caicos to rejoice his fortieth birthday, in accordance with statements from the NAACP and the Royal Turks and Caicos Islands Police Power.
Two folks have been murdered in a focused assault on their car, which contained vacationers and employees from a neighborhood enterprise, the police stated. The car was taking the vacationers again to their resorts after an tour, in accordance with the assertion from Chief of Police Trevor Botting.
It’s not clear what number of shooters have been concerned, however Botting stated the photographs have been fired from one other car.
Botting stated he believes the assault was focused and that it was carried out by gang members who “haven’t any regard for all times and who’re hell-bent on inflicting indiscriminate hurt and distress throughout the TCI.”
“The violence is linked to medication provide and is fueled by revenge, turf wars and retribution,” Botting stated.
Three different folks have been injured within the capturing, police stated, together with one other vacationer.
The second particular person shot and killed was from a neighborhood enterprise, police stated.
Julius Spain, Sr., president of the NAACP’s department in Arlington, Virginia, spoke with CNN on Friday and described Kent Carter as a delicate big who was extremely regarded all through the group.
The 2 males met in Arlington shortly after Carter completed up his service as a army police officer within the Military, and bonded over their upbringings and army ties, Spain stated.
Carter labored as a civilian particular agent throughout a number of federal businesses earlier than beginning his profession as an actual property dealer with Keller Williams Realty in Arlington, Virginia.
CNN has reached out to KW Realty for remark.
After becoming a member of the NAACP, Carter led the Arlington department’s legal justice committee, the place he labored with state and native leaders on legislation enforcement reform amongst different civil rights points, Spain stated.
“Kent … set the instance for others to emulate in life as a kind-hearted, respectable particular person, and it went each methods,” Spain stated.
“NAACP Nationwide Board Members for Area 7 are astonished and deeply saddened to listen to of the unlucky dying of Mr. Kent Carter, one of many youngest upcoming leaders in our affiliation,” in accordance with the assertion from the NAACP, which famous Carter was in his fourth yr as the primary vice chairman of the civil rights group’s Arlington Department.
“He was chairman of the legal justice committee the place he was instrumental in advocating as a member of the nation’s police practices working group that established a police accountability evaluation board with subpoena energy,” the NAACP added.
Spain stated the mindless gun violence liable for Carter’s dying shook the Arlington group, as “everybody is aware of Kent.”
“He’s going to be dearly missed. You’ll be able to’t simply change an individual like that,” Spain stated. “He was like my little brother, I miss him.”
Spain stated Carter’s dying goes to uplift the group as persons are already asking how they are often extra like Carter in his legal justice reform efforts.
“This week has been certainly one of ache, but in addition certainly one of reflection,” Spain stated. “Reflection upon the enormity of fine work that an individual like Kent can do and the affect it has made on the group.”
Spain stated as soon as Carter’s physique is returned from Turks & Caicos he will likely be introduced again to his native Tennessee the place he’ll be buried in a army cemetery.
Originally published at Irvine News HQ
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[fic] To My Beloved (20/20) [COMPLETED]
Link: AO3
Pairing: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace/Reyna
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Nico di Angelo, son of Juno, may have a small crush on Jason Grace, son of Hades. And he is absolutely, never letting Jason know.
Preview:
“You should make your birthday a holiday,” Percy proposes one day. “It falls on a Friday this year, Neeks. We could have a three-day weekend.”
#jasico#jason grace#nico di angelo#pjo#hoo#to my beloved#fic#dearly departed affiliated#over the rainbow affiliated#COMPLETED!!#we did it gents!!
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Book 3 Part 2 – Chapter 30: Butterfly
“Come on, Oppa! This way!”
I chuckled as I quickened my steps, following my girlfriend. We had just finished our dinner in Itaewon, and Tzuyu wanted to walk around the area–to help her digestion, she said, whatever that meant. Of course I agreed with her, so we left our car near the restaurant, and instead walked along the neon-lit streets hand in hand.
The many bars and pubs in the area caught my attention, naturally. You couldn’t take the alcoholic out of the man, I guessed, but I had to restrain myself. Tzuyu had been going on and on about how I should cut back on alcohol ever since I was discharged from the hospital, and I wanted to honour her wishes. As I reached Tzuyu’s side, her hand slipped into mine, squeezing it lightly. I smiled at her, and she scrunched her nose cutely while smiling beautifully.
“This is nice, right, Oppa?” she whispered. I nodded.
“Mm! Can this be… Considered as our first date?” I mused. She giggled.
“Ya! We had our first date back in Singapore! You took me to Universal Studios, remember?” she said, slapping my arm playfully. I laughed.
“You’re right! Gosh… I’m getting old!” I admitted. Tzuyu chuckled and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t mind…” she uttered lovingly. “I still love you…”
I smiled and kissed the crown of her head warmly. I guessed I should be thankful. She took care of me so well this past month, faithfully coming to my place every single day to cook for me, care for my stitches, remind me to take my medicines, and keep me company. She even helped me to find a new job in that insurance company affiliated to her family’s business.
I looked at her as we continued walking. What did I do to deserve such an angel, anyway? Tzuyu noticed my stare, and she met my eyes while giggling cutely.
“What?” she asked, waking me from my thoughts. I smiled and shook my head.
“Nothing…” I said. “Just… Thankful that I have you.”
Tzuyu tsked and jokingly pouted.
“Cheesy,” she uttered, but she giggled anyway.
We walked slowly along the streets, enjoying our date night in silence. Ever since I recovered from the gunshots, I was determined to enjoy moments like these as best as I could. I knew an opportunity to spend time with a global idol like Twice’s Chou Tzuyu didn’t come by easily, but other than that… Being shot and almost died made me realise that life is… Feeble.
Life is short, it’s fragile… So we have to make the best out of it, to do as much good as possible, to cherish the time that we have here on earth with the people we love. What happened to Ansel last week further strengthened this understanding of mine.
Gosh… Mina was such a strong woman. Everyone broke down in tears when Sana and Momo came to the hospital that day to tell Mina. Even I shed some tears… But not Mina. She simply smiled and nodded, accepting it as fate. She closed her eyes for a long time after hearing the news, offering a silent prayer for her dearly departed boyfriend, but even then… She looked at peace. She accepted it. She had no regrets.
I wondered if I could do the same should the same thing happen to me. I wondered if I would stay sane if Tzuyu was taken from me abruptly. I stole a secret glance at Tzuyu, who was busy looking at the window display of a shop we stopped in front of. She… She almost went through the same thing, didn’t she? I was on the precipice of death back in December.
“Tzu…” I called her. She turned around and smiled at me.
“Hm?”
I stared at her. I wanted to ask her how she did it, how she was able to cope with the horror she experienced… But the answer came to my mind almost immediately.
It was her sisters. Twice… They had one of the strongest bonds I’d ever seen in the industry. Each of them had their own problems, each of them had their own unique personalities, and yet, they stuck together. When one of them had to walk through hell, the others would gladly jump right down to walk together.
They stuck by Jeongyeon’s side and continued supporting and loving her unconditionally through her many health and psychological problems. They gladly embraced Momo after her mistake last year, they helped Tzuyu regain her joy and strength after what happened to me, and right now they’re sticking by Mina’s side, offering her support to help her cope with such a devastating loss.
Theirs was a sisterhood I had never seen in any other idol groups before. Their problems, their mistakes… Instead of bringing them down, it made them relatable, it made them humans. Everyone had problems, everyone made mistakes, so did Twice. The more I got to know them, the more I could see that they weren’t goddesses on pedestals. They were humans, just like everyone else.
I could understand now why millions of people everywhere loved them so much. Their overall global reach might pale in comparison to Blackpink or BTS, but once someone became a ONCE, they did so because they felt a sense of relatability to these girls.
“Nothing…” I smiled as I shook my head. Tzuyu sighed.
“Ya… You keep doing that!” Tzuyu protested.
“Do what?” I asked, confused.
“Looking like you wanted to say something, but then not saying it. It’s annoying!” Tzuyu sulked.
I laughed and flung my arm around her shoulder. I kissed her cheek gently.
“I was just admiring your sisterhood, Tzu. Twice, I mean,” I said. She raised an eyebrow.
“Eh?” she asked.
“Well… You guys… You’ve been through a lot together, and you always came up on top. You continuously support each other… I admire that,” I said sincerely.
Tzuyu smiled as we continued walking.
“You’re thinking about Mina-unnie and Ansel-ssi…” she pointed out.
“Yeah… I… I can’t imagine how hard this week must have been for her…” I whispered. Tzuyu nodded solemnly.
“She’ll get through it… She’s a really strong woman, Mina-unnie,” Tzuyu uttered.
I nodded. She was right. I wished all the best for Mina, and for all of Twice. Tzuyu grabbed my hand again and looked straight at me.
“Oppa! Let’s not talk about sad things again! It’s our date night! We’re supposed to have fun!” she said happily. I chuckled.
“You’re right. What do you wanna do next?” I asked her.
Tzuyu grinned and pointed to something behind me. I turned around, and I saw that we were standing in front of a noraebang. I laughed.
“Oh, come on, Tzu! Noraebang? I can’t sing!” I protested. Tzuyu laughed.
“No one’s judging our voices in a noraebang, Oppa…” Tzuyu said in a matter-of-fact manner.
“Tzu, you’re literally a singer…” I sighed exasperatedly. “I’m a legal consultant in an insurance company.”
My girlfriend laughed out loud, but she pulled me towards the building anyway.
“Come on, Oppa. Let’s just enter!” she said confidently. I gave up.
“Fine…” I sighed, chuckling as I let her tug me inside.
We entered the lobby, and I was pleasantly surprised. This noraebang wasn’t the tacky and colourful ones you’d usually find. It kinda looked luxurious and high class, with wooden decorations, gold linings on the furniture, and brown leather sofas everywhere. Hang on…
“Tzu… This noraebang…” I uttered.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” she asked.
“It is, but…” I said, “Is this… Do you… By any chance… Own this place?”
Tzuyu did her iconic shy smile, her upper lip pursing cutely and her deep dimples appearing on her cheeks, and she blushed a little. Holy shit.
“My family… Might have a small share in the franchise,” she whispered shyly.
Knowing Tzuyu, her definition of ‘small’ might not exactly be small by public standards. Oh gosh. I was dating a real life princess, wasn’t I?
“My God, Tzu…” I sighed. Tzuyu giggled, but then she eyed me concernedly.
“Are you… Okay with it? We can always go to a normal noraebang if you like,” she said cautiously. I grinned and shook my head.
“No, no! I was just asking,” I said. “I don’t mind going into your noraebang!”
Tzuyu giggled again and walked to the reception. The receptionist stood up and bowed respectfully, and Tzuyu produced a card from her wallet. The receptionist took it, studied it, and–like what happened back in that hotel in Singapore–a loud gasp left her mouth as soon as she realised who was standing in front of her.
“A–Ah, M–Miss Chou! W–Welcome! Should I… Should I open the VVIP lounge?” the receptionist stuttered. Tzuyu smiled warmly.
“I would be happy if you do!” she said. The receptionist bowed repeatedly.
“R–Right away, Miss!” she exclaimed.
The receptionist stepped quickly from behind the counter, and she led us to a private elevator by the side of the main entrance. She pressed level three, and bowed deeply as we entered the lift, not straightening her back until the doors closed completely. I chuckled.
“I really need to get used to all this…” I mused. Tzuyu chuckled.
“Oh, come on, Oppa… It’s nothing,” she said calmly.
I chuckled. By now I have realised that there were two sides of Chou Tzuyu. One, Tzuyu the Twice maknae. That Tzuyu enjoyed the simplest things in life, like cooking food for me at home, eating street foods in the smallest alleys in Singapore’s Chinatown, buying convenience store’s snacks and canned coffees, and walking around town together with me.
Then, there was Tzuyu the princess, the daughter of a Taiwanese tycoon, and a minority shareholder of a plethora of businesses and ventures, including the insurance company I had just joined as an employee. That Tzuyu commanded respect from everyone around, that Tzuyu could open the most expensive and private doors with a flick of a finger. That was the Tzuyu I was with tonight as soon as we entered the noraebang.
Still, both sides of Tzuyu didn’t change who she was naturally. Tzuyu, whether being a girl group maknae or a literal princess, was humble yet confident, gentle and caring, kind and full of love. I guessed I was simply lucky to be the man she was in love with.
We reached level three, where the VVIP lounge was located. The receptionist had undoubtedly informed the staff on this level, for as soon as the door slid open, we found half a dozen staff members lining up on either side of the lift, bowing deeply toward us. One of them, a middle aged man dressed in an impeccable suit who I guessed was the manager of this branch, rose up first.
“Annyeong hashimnikka, Miss Chou! It is our honour to host you here tonight!” he said. Tzuyu smiled and nodded.
“Kamsahamnida, Manager-nim! Is our lounge ready?” she asked. The manager nodded.
“Certainly, Miss Chou! Would you like any drinks from the bar?” he asked. Tzuyu turned to look at me. I smiled.
“Am I allowed to order?” I asked gently. Tzuyu laughed.
“Of course, Oppa~” she said cutely, hugging my arm. I smiled and nodded.
“Just beer for us, please. I shouldn’t get too drunk,” I said.
The manager nodded respectfully and excused himself. Tzuyu looked at me in surprise, but I chuckled as I kissed her cheek.
“You’re right, Tzu… I should cut back on alcohol,” I said, before adding, “Thank you for always caring for me.”
Tzuyu sighed and kissed my cheek warmly.
“I love you so much, Oppa…” she whispered.
Smiling happily, I walked with her inside, finding an equally luxurious looking karaoke lounge waiting for us. A private bar stood at the end of the room, where a bartender bowed to welcome us. We sat down on the brown-leather sofa, and Tzuyu started picking our songs.
“What would you like to sing?” she asked. I laughed again.
“Go ahead and pick! I’ll just sit here and enjoy your singing,” I said. Tzuyu pouted.
“Oppa! I told you no one’s gonna judge you here!” she said. I laughed louder.
“Still, Tzu… I don’t want to ruin this beautiful night with my horrible voice!” I said.
Tzuyu tsked, but she chuckled nonetheless. She proceeded to pick a few songs, a selection of Mandopop, K-pop, and some English songs. A server came with our bottles of beer before leaving the two of us in the privacy of this big lounge. I sipped one happily as Tzuyu started singing her first song.
For the next thirty minutes or so, I enjoyed a private show of Tzuyu’s amazing voice. Tzuyu insisted on me joining her after a couple songs, and I decided to relent. I picked up the mic, and started singing happily with her. To be honest, my voice wasn’t that bad, but it pale in comparison to Twice’s lead vocalist, of course. Still, she looked like she enjoyed her time, so I guessed I shouldn’t worry too much.
“Ooof! I’m tired!” I sighed, throwing myself on the sofa as we finished our latest song. Tzuyu giggled.
“Ya! Oppa! Your voice is good! What were you talking about earlier?” she scolded me. I chuckled.
“Alright, alright… It’s just… I’m in the presence of a global superstar… Kinda makes me self-conscious, you know?” I said.
Tzuyu giggled and sat down next to me. She leaned herself close, resting her head on my chest. I looked down and pecked her forehead, but then she lifted her eyes and stared right into mine.
“Oppa… I love your voice. I love everything about you. You’re the first man who’s ever won my heart… So don’t you ever let me, or anyone else, intimidate you,” Tzuyu said sincerely.
I smiled. She was an angel.
“Okay…” I agreed with her. She lifted her pinky.
“Promise me?” she asked cutely.
I felt my heart skipping a beat. How could I ever say no to this girl? I joined my pinky with hers.
“I promise,” I said sincerely.
Tzuyu scrunched her nose and smiled her amazing dimpled smile, before lifting herself up to her feet again.
“Alright! For this next song, I’ll allow you to just sit back and watch!” she exclaimed. I chuckled.
“Finally…” I sighed jokingly.
Tzuyu pouted, but then she laughed. She walked to the console to play the next song, and when the nylon guitar intro of the song started, I immediately knew what song it was. But… Hang on. It was a different version. An acoustic version. I didn’t know they had this version!
This song meant so much to me, because it captured everything I felt about her. It was the song I wrote the lyrics of on that notepad from the hotel room she opened for me in Singapore. It was… Twice’s ‘Alcohol Free’. My eyes widened as I looked at Tzuyu, and she giggled seeing my reaction.
“This one’s for you, Oppa…” she said, lifting the mic to her mouth, and she started singing.
너와 있을 땐 내게
When I am with you
신기한 변화가 있는데
Something magical happens
자꾸 미소 짓게 돼
I keep smiling for no reason
아무 일도 없는데
Though there is nothing going on
자꾸 마법에 걸려
A spell is cast upon me
밤을 새워도 안 졸려
I could stay up all night without feeling sleepy
다른 생각 지워져
All other thoughts go away
심장 소리는 커져
And my heart beats louder
사랑이 참 쉬워져
Suddenly love feels so easy
그래서 빠지고 빠져 점점 너에게
So I fall deeper and deeper for you
That's what you do to me
나는 alcohol-free 근데 취해
I am alcohol free but I get drunk
마신 게 하나도 없는데
Though I did not drink at all
너와 있을 때마다 이래
It happens whenever I’m with you
날 보는 네 눈빛 때문에
Because of the way you look at me
너는 눈으로 마시는 내 champagne, 내 wine
You’re the drinks I drink with my eyes, my champagne, my wine
내 tequila, margarita
My tequila, margarita
Mojito with lime
Sweet mimosa, piña colada
I'm drunk in you, I’m drunk in you
너는 정말 특별해
You are so special
전혀 독하지 않은데
And not hard at all
낮에 별이 뜨게 해
You make the stars come out at broad daylight
한 모금 마셨는데
With just one sip
자꾸 마법에 걸려
A spell is cast upon me
밤을 새워도 안 졸려
I could stay up all night without feeling sleepy
다른 생각 지워져
All other thoughts go away
심장 소리는 커져
And my heart beats louder
사랑이 참 쉬워져
Suddenly love feels so easy
그래서 빠지고 빠져 점점 너에게
So I fall deeper and deeper for you
That's what you do to me
나는 alcohol-free 근데 취해
I am alcohol free but I get drunk
마신 게 하나도 없는데
Though I did not drink at all
너와 있을 때마다 이래
It happens whenever I’m with you
날 보는 네 눈빛 때문에
Because of the way you look at me
I laughed out loud when Tzuyu started doing the rap part that was usually performed by Dahyun and Chaeyoung, but… Inexplicably, I felt tears start leaking from my eyes. Gosh. Who knew such a summery song could be so heartwarmingly sweet? I guessed JYP overdid himself when he wrote this song.
My tears kept streaming out. Shit. Why was I crying so much? Tzuyu noticed this, and she quickly dropped the microphone and rushed to hug me. She caressed my hair concernedly.
“O–Oppa… Are you… Alright?” she asked. I nodded and let out a chuckle.
“I–It’s… I’m fine, Tzu… It’s just… The song… It’s… So sweet,” I stuttered through my tears.
Hearing me, Tzuyu giggled. She hugged me tighter, and I hugged her back. I pulled myself away after a while, staring at her beautiful face. Tzuyu smiled gently, and she closed her eyes. I knew what she wanted me to do.
I leaned forward, and I kissed her thin lips softly. We kissed warmly, lovingly, without a hint of lust. My heart swelled as I felt her soft, smooth hands caressing my cheeks. I loved her so much. I would gladly give my life for her. I would gladly take any bullet for her again. I would do anything for her.
“I love you, Tzuyu… I love you so much,” I whispered as we broke away. She smiled.
“I love you too, Oppa…” she whispered in reply.
We kissed again, my thumbs rubbing her cheeks. She stared into my eyes as we finished, smiling so wide, so enchantingly beautiful, making my heart melt in my chest. Tzuyu glanced at the clock on the wall, and I followed her gaze. It was around 9.30pm.
“Shall we go home?” she offered. I chuckled.
“What do you wanna do at home?” I asked teasingly. She blushed.
“Oh, you know…” she uttered shyly.
I chuckled. Being her boyfriend for a while now, I knew that this shy and gentle girl could be totally wild in bed. It was almost difficult to believe that she was a virgin up until earlier this month. I wanted her, I wanted to enjoy her heavenly body, but before that, I wanted to do something. Seeing her right now… Watching her beautiful smile… I was reminded of a song I loved from back in the day.
“One more song,” I said. Tzuyu giggled and nodded.
“What song do you want me to sing next, Oppa?” she asked. I shook my head.
“No…” I said. “I’m going to sing this one.”
Tzuyu gasped, but then she laughed and clapped her hands and sat back expectantly. I stood up, went to the console, and picked the song I wanted to sing. It was an old song, used to be a soundtrack to a movie from almost 20 years back, before being re-released as a soundtrack of a drama back in 2021. Luckily, the noraebang had the song.
“What’s it called?” asked Tzuyu as the intro of the song started playing.
“Butterfly,” I said, smiling. I lifted the microphone onto my mouth and started singing.
어리석은 세상은 너를 몰라
The foolish world doesn’t know you
누에속에 감춰진 너를 못 봐
It can’t see you when you are hidden in regret
나는 알아 내겐 보여
But, I know. I see you
그토록 찬란한 너의 날개
You and your splendid wings
겁내지 마 할 수 있어
Don’t be afraid, you can do it
뜨겁게 꿈틀거리는
With a little wriggle
날개를 펴 날아올라 세상 위로
Spread your wings and fly up
태양처럼 빛을 내는 그대여
You shine like the sun
이 세상이 거칠게 막아서도
Though that world cruelly stands in your way
빛나는 사람아 난 너를 사랑해
Oh, shining one, I love you
널 세상이 볼 수 있게 날아 저 멀리
Fly way over there so the world can see you
꺾여버린 꽃처럼 아플 때도
Even when you’re in pain like a drooping flower
쓰러진 나무처럼 초라해도
Even when you feel dejected, like a fallen tree
너를 믿어 나를 믿어
I believe in you, you believe in me
우리는 서로를 믿고 있어
We believe in each other
심장의 소리를 느껴봐
Grab your heart
힘겹게 접어놓았던
You’ve tried so hard to fold your wings
날개를 펴 날아올라 세상 위로
Now spread the wings, and fly away
벅차도록 아름다운 그대여
You’re so beautiful, it’s almost unbearable
이 세상이 차갑게 등을 보여도
Though the world turns its back on you coldly
눈부신 사람아 난 너를 사랑해
Oh, dazzling one, I love you
널 세상이 볼 수 있게 날아 저 멀리
Fly way over there so the world can see you
태양처럼 빛을 내는 그대여
You shine like the sun
이 세상이 거칠게 막아서도
Though that world cruelly stands in your way
빛나는 사람아 난 너를 사랑해
Oh, shining one, I love you
널 세상이 볼 수 있게 날아 저 멀리
Fly way over there so the world can see you
The song ended, and I bowed awkwardly as I finished singing. To my surprise, Tzuyu was only staring at me, not reacting the way I expected her to react; whether to clap or to cringe at my voice. I sat next to her, and gently grasped her hands inside mine.
“Was it that bad?” I asked sheepishly. Tzuyu smiled and shook her head.
“N–No! Not at all, Oppa… It was beautiful. Really beautiful,” she said sincerely.
“Then… What’s the matter?” I asked her.
Tzuyu stared deep into my eyes. Her eyes started glistening, and I felt her hands squeezing mine tighter.
“Oppa… You’re… You’ll stay by my side, right?” she asked slowly. I raised an eyebrow.
“Eh? Of… Of course! Why did you ask that?” I asked. Tzuyu bit her lips.
“It’s just… The song…” she uttered.
“What is it?” I asked curiously.
Tzuyu bit her lips again. She looked down, before looking away at the screen in front of us. A smile rose on her lips.
“It… Why do I somehow feel like it sounded like a goodbye…” she whispered.
I stared at her. To be honest, I kinda felt the same. Only then did I remember that the song was usually chosen as the last song of a drama before everyone went their separate ways, or at a New Year’s Eve award show. I did sound like a goodbye. Shit… Why did I have to choose that song? I must have ruined the mood for her.
“S–Sorry, Tzu… I just… That song came into my mind, and… I’m sorry,” I uttered.
A chuckle left Tzuyu’s mouth. She turned to look at me and smiled, before pecking my lips gently.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a song,” she said gently. I smiled.
“Yeah… You’re right,” I agreed.
“Shall we go home?” she asked. I smiled and nodded.
“Let’s.”
We left the noraebang arm in arm, and we walked back to our car in front of the restaurant we just had dinner in. We entered the car, and soon we drove away.
Tzuyu invited me to her place near Myeongdong tonight for a change. This would be my first visit to her house, and honestly I was excited. As I drove past the many restaurants in the area, one building caught Tzuyu’s attention.
“Oh! That’s the porridge restaurant!” she said, pointing to a restaurant we had just driven past.
“Mm? Are you hungry?” I asked her. She laughed and shook her head.
“No, no. But the porridge there is really good, and the ahjumma who owns the place is very nice!” Tzuyu said happily.
“Oh that’s nice! We should try eating there sometime,” I said. Tzuyu nodded.
“They’re open until late too, so maybe later tonight we can go there if we’re hungry after…” she trailed off.
I laughed. She was simply so adorable.
“After what?” I decided to play along.
“Oh… You know… What we’re about to do requires a lot of energy, right?” she smirked.
We laughed together, and somehow I felt my boner starting to form. Shit. We were really going to do another wild sex session tonight, I guessed.
“Nabong-unnie went to meet someone in that porridge shop tonight. Maybe she’s still there,” Tzuyu mused. I raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Really?” I asked. She nodded and giggled.
“It’s been a while since she’s interested in a guy…” Tzuyu remarked. I chuckled.
“He’s one lucky guy, I guess…” I said.
Tzuyu nodded and chuckled. Nayeon was always a mystery to me. She was extremely beautiful, not to mention hot, but so far I had never heard of her being with a guy. As far as I knew, the only one she was intimate with over the years was none other than my own girlfriend Chou Tzuyu, so I suspected that maybe she was lesbian… Or bisexual, considering how she… Well… Dominated me that night.
We arrived at Tzuyu’s apartment, which was indeed not far from the porridge shop. I parked my car next to Tzuyu’s white BMW, and we walked hand in hand to the lift lobby. I was about to press the button on the nearest lift, but Tzuyu shook her head.
“Not that lift, Oppa. Come,” she said, tugging my arm gently.
I let her tow me to a glass door further inside the lift lobby. A security guard opened the door and bowed to us, revealing a single lift door. I immediately knew what this meant.
“T–Tzu… You’re staying in…”
“The penthouse. Yep,” she said, giggling.
I sighed. Of course. What did I expect?
“Let me guess… The apartment complex…” I uttered. Tzuyu shushed me promptly.
“Yes, my family owns it. But… Don’t say it out loud. I don’t want anybody to know,” she whispered.
I chuckled and shook my head, not saying anything else. She led me to the private lift, which was by far the most luxurious lift I had ever entered, with black marbles and gold trimmings everywhere. There was no floor button inside this lift, only the open and close button, as well as an emergency button. The lift only had one destination: Tzuyu’s penthouse.
We zoomed up in a flash, and soon the lift door opened, revealing a spacious lobby leading up to a large, wooden double door at the end of the hallway. Oh my God. She really was wealthy, wasn’t she?
“Welcome to my place,” Tzuyu said cutely.
I felt my jaw dropping as I followed her across the lobby. I could see the walkway to an outdoor swimming pool on my right, and on my left was a walkway to what looked like a private gym. Tzuyu swiped her keycard on the card reader and pushed open the door, and my jaw dropped even further.
“W–Woah…”
I couldn’t stop myself from admiring the interior of her penthouse unit. It was almost twice as big as the Twice apartment in Hannam, and while Twice’s apartment felt colourful, warm and cosy, this one… Well… Felt luxurious and elegant.
“What do you think?” Tzuyu asked softly.
I had to steady myself before looking back at my girlfriend. She was standing behind the sofa in the living room, looking at me with a big smile on her face.
“Tzu… This is… It’s like the interior of a palace!” I said. My girlfriend chuckled and shook her head.
“That’s the thing… When I told Baba that I was planning to move out from the dorm a few years ago, he immediately opened this penthouse unit for me and insisted on decorating everything inside like our home back in Taiwan,” she sighed exasperatedly.
Hold on. Her home back in Taiwan looked like this?
“I told him I wanted a nice small apartment near Nabong-unnie in Gangnam, but… He kept insisting, so… Well… I got this place,” she concluded.
“Tzu! You should be grateful!” I scolded her. She chuckled and nodded.
“I know, I know… It’s just… Sometimes I feel lonely staying in a place as big as this. That’s why I like to invite Nayeon-unnie to sleep with me here sometimes, or Chaeng-unnie and Dubu-unnie… That’s why I like to sleep at Nayeon-unnie and Momo-unnie’s place a lot of times, or at the Twice apartment too,” she said with a smile.
I nodded. For all her wealth and status, she was still the maknae. I turned to look at her, finding Tzuyu walking slowly towards me, and I noticed that her eyes were staring at me with lewd intentions. I chuckled and welcomed her in my arms. Her long arms slipped slowly behind my back, making me shudder.
“But… Tonight…” she stared.
“Tonight you won’t be lonely…” I completed her sentence. She nodded and smiled.
“I’d give you a tour around the place… But…” she trailed off again, her face inching closer towards mine. I chuckled.
“... That can wait…” I whispered.
With that, her lips crashed onto mine. She kissed me hungrily, passionately, her tongue slithering inside my mouth like a snake, twisting and turning against my tongue. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned my shirt, while my hands were just happily sliding down from her lower back, kneading her massive butt cheeks deliciously.
“Oppa…” she gasped as we separated for a brief moment.
“Hm?”
“Be rough with me tonight…” she whispered naughtily.
My dick shot up to a full boner immediately. Excited, my palms squeezed her butt cheeks even tighter, making her jolt up and squeal. I spanked her ass, enjoying the bouncy feeling.
“Like that?” I asked her. Tzuyu giggled and leaned in closer to whisper.
“More…”
The hair on the nape of my neck stood up. Tzuyu smirked and brushed my shirt off my torso, letting it fall on the floor. As I pulled away from her to unbuckle my pants and let it drop to the floor, Tzuyu pulled her sweater up, revealing a tight light blue long sleeved t-shirt, which she took off in a flash too. I gulped as I ravished the sight of the golden skin of her torso, covered only in a black lacy bra.
“Tzuyu…” I sighed. Tzuyu smiled.
“Let me give you some encouragement…” she whispered.
With that, she turned around, and slowly, seductively, she started rolling her hips left and right. My dick immediately wiggled out of my boxer, not wanting to miss the sight of her enormous ass wiggling. I gulped repeatedly as I tried to control my raging heart rate. Fuck. She was so hot!
Tzuyu lifted her hips, gently twerking so her butt cheeks jiggled deliciously. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t hold back. I reached forward, to grab her hips, and I pulled her against my pelvis, pressing my rock hard cock against her soft, bubbly big butt. I spanked her ass loudly, and Tzuyu squealed.
“Awh! Yes!” she squealed.
I grinded my cock on her still clothed bottom hungrily, enjoying the sensation more and more. Tzuyu straightened her back and leaned herself against me, lifting her face, revealing her long neck. I stooped down and started devouring her neck, my left hand reaching up to fondle her tits, while my right was still busy kneading her tender butt.
“Mmmh… M–Mh… Op–Oppa…” she moaned.
Tzuyu held my hand on her tits, and she guided it under her bra. My palm felt her erect nipples, as our hands worked together to caress her body. I reluctantly took my right hand off her butt, bringing it forward to unclasp the button of her jeans. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her fully.
Slowly, I rolled her jeans down through her long slender legs to the floor, and I knelt down together with it. My face was right in front of her absolutely massive butt, her smooth and fat butt cheeks spilling out of her black lacy panties. I couldn’t resist it… So I took a deep breath, and buried my face in between her butt cheeks.
“A–Ah! O–Oppa! N–No! A–Ah! A–AAH!”
The warmth and tenderness of Tzuyu’s massive butt engulfed my face entirely. I sniffed her asshole repeatedly, and I felt that her panties were already soaking wet. This naughty girl. I stuck out my tongue, and without hesitation, I started slobbering her pussy and asshole over her panties.
“N–Nggh! N–Nggh! Op–Oppa! Y–Yes! A–Ahh… A–Ah! Ah… C–Chuyoung… Op–Oppa…”
Tzuyu’s body started bending down because of the pleasure she was feeling. She rested her abs on the sofa in front of her, and I felt her entire body starting to shake. That actually made her butt cheeks slap repeatedly around my face, and I enjoyed it. It encouraged me.
“A–Ah… O–Oppa… Oppa… Oppa! M–Mmh! Mmmh!!! MMH!”
I felt her body tensing. So she was nearing her first climax. I increased the intensity of my licks on her pussy and asshole. I slipped her panties to the side, and I jammed my tongue inside her asshole, sucking and slobbering noisily while my fingers entered her pussy. This made her go crazy.
“A-AH! AAH! O–OPPA! A–AH… AA–AH! I’M… C–CUMM… CUMMING!”
I plunged my tongue deeper inside her asshole, and Tzuyu screamed loudly. Her pussy juice gushed out, flowing down from her pussy down her meaty thighs and into my open mouth. She squirted again and again as her body shook, making her butt cheeks jiggle deliciously over my face, slapping me repeatedly.
Her body slumped forward, bending on the sofa as she gasped and sighed, trying to catch her breath. I stood up, licking my lips off the traces of Tzuyu’s pussy juice. I looked at my girlfriend, still bending over the sofa, still trembling. My dick was twitching. I wanted to just plunge it inside her ass right then and there. I wanted her so badly.
But slowly, Tzuyu churned, and she lifted her body graciously. She turned her body and stared at me with a gaping mouth, still trying to make her breathing return to normal. She giggled and brushed her shoulder length hair back with her hand, and somehow she looked even sexier.
“Oppa… That was… Heavenly…” she uttered. I smiled and walked forward to embrace her.
“Rough enough?” I asked her again. She giggled, but she shook her head again.
“I want… More…” she whispered.
With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to walk with her. She guided me up the stairs, and I realised that she wanted to do it properly inside her bedroom. Tzuyu was such a sophisticated woman anyway, so even though she wanted it rough, she would still prefer a proper location for a proper sex.
I smiled. I had no complaints, especially when my face was inches away from her big butt, which jiggled enchantingly with every step she took up the stairs in front of me. Gosh… Why was her butt looking so delicious tonight? I could just eat her ass all night long.
We reached the second floor, and she quickly ushered me into her bedroom at the end of the hallway. As the entire apartment was, this room was luxurious, with a king sized bed standing in the middle of the room, but I had no time to admire it fully, because Tzuyu quickly pushed me onto the bed as soon as we entered the room. I laid on the bed while smiling wide, and she immediately straddled me.
“My Tzuyu…” I whispered, brushing a stray hair off her forehead. She giggled cutely.
“My Chuyoung-oppa…” she replied.
Tzuyu stooped down to kiss me hungrily, but she quickly moved her kisses down from my lips to my jaw, then to my neck, my chest, my belly, all the way to my crotch. She kissed my twitching cock gently, her hands reaching to grab it. With that, she started jerking me off.
“O–Oh fuck… T–Tzuyu…”
Tzuyu giggled hearing my reaction. As she continued jerking me off, she started licking the side of my shaft, drenching my penis with her saliva. I closed my eyes and threw my head back onto the pillow, enjoying the sensation this Taiwanese girl was giving me.
“Y–Yes… T–Tzuyu… M–Mhh…”
She licked and slobbered my cock from the base all the way to the tip repeatedly, and soon, she opened her mouth and started sucking on my dick. My fingers instinctively clenched the bed sheets as I braced myself for Tzuyu’s amazing oral skills. I could feel her head starting to bob up and down my crotch, I could feel her tongue wiggling underneath my shaft, I could feel her long and thin fingers playing with my balls. This was heaven. The real definition of heaven.
“S–Sh… Shit… Shit… T–Tzuyu… Tzuyu… S–So good!”
Her oral cavity started clasping around my shaft, sending me into another level of pleasure. My hands reached up to grab her head, pushing and pulling her small head on my crotch. I felt her throat at the tip of my penis, and I knew I could not last longer.
“T–Tzu… W–W–Wait… I… I–I…”
I knew cumming inside Tzuyu’s throat would feel amazing, but I wasn’t a super human like Yeoni who could bed three girls in one night–or four Blackpink girls for that matter–and just brush it off. Tzuyu was also not Jihyo, who Tzuyu said could breastfeed Minsoo after each time her boyfriend came and make him go full rock hard in an instant. We were normal human beings, and I wanted so badly to cum inside her ass, even more than I wanted it inside her throat.
Luckily, Tzuyu understood. Just as I was almost losing my control, she lifted her head back and sighed, spit drooling all over her mouth and my penis. She giggled and stared at me while licking her lips dry.
“Come, Oppa… I want you to fill my ass with your hot cum…” she whispered sultrily.
I chuckled as Tzuyu straightened herself. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, throwing the fabric to the side of the bed. She rested herself next to me as I knelt up and positioned myself behind her. Tzuyu immediately perked her butt up, wiggling it left and right, as if inviting me.
“Gosh… Tzuyu…” I sighed. Tzuyu giggled and turned her head to look at me.
“Remember, Oppa… Be rough,” she said, winking cutely.
I laughed, but my breath hitched hearing her words. I slapped her butt promptly, and the squeal that followed further encouraged me. I used both of my hands to spank her butt left and right loudly, watching in delight as her massive butt cheeks jiggle and red hand marks start appearing on her golden skin.
“M–Mmh! Yes! Ah! Ah! Yes! Oppa! S–Spank me! Spank your naughty Tzuyu!” she squealed.
I stopped myself after spanking her a few more times, partly because I never wanted to hurt her. Instead, I placed my cock in between her succulent butt cheeks, and started grinding my shaft front and back, getting ourselves ready for the impending anal sex. I reached forward and grabbed her butt, massaging it like a dough.
“U–Ugh… S–So… T–Thick… Tzuyu…”
“Oppa… O–Oppa…”
I pulled my crotch away from her, and for the second time tonight, I stooped down to bury my face in her butt. I could never get enough of this tender and warm sensation. I would allow her to sit on my face any day, all day. Her butt was the most delicious in the world, and it was all mine. I stuck my tongue out again, and I let it slip inside her asshole again. I felt her rectum sucking my tongue like a vacuum as she started jolting.
“N–Ng–A–Ah! Oppa! A–Ahh… Mmmh!” Tzuyu moaned loudly.
I rimmed her asshole a few more seconds, and when I felt that it had enough wetness, I repositioned myself, ready to impale her. I slapped my cock on her butt a few times, before slowly, I guided it into her asshole. It slipped in nicely, partly because of just how wet her asshole had been after I rimmed it twice, and with one swift thrust, I entered her.
“A–Ah! Y–YES! Oppa! F–Fuck… M–My… Ass!”
Tzuyu… For such a gentle and elegant girl like her, Tzuyu surely loved anal sex, and a rough one at that. Not one of our sex session over these few weeks went by without her asking me to pound her ass like an animal, and she would cum multiple times every time we did it, it almost felt like she preferred it more than vaginal sex. I guessed everyone had their preference.
“F–Fuck! Fuck… T–Tzuyu! S–So tight!”
I looked down, not wanting to miss the amazing sight of her thick and ample butt cheeks rippling with every thrust I made into her. Her butt was enormous to begin with, but her rectum was also extremely warm and moist, it made me want it more and more. I spanked her butt one more time, before increasing the speed of my thrust, riding her roughly.
“A–Ah! Ah! AAH! Mmh! Ngh! O–Opp… Oppa! Oppa! N–Ngah! Y–Yes! F–Fuck!”
Tzuyu’s moan started becoming less and less coherent. My hands clutched her hips as my cock pistoned in and out of her asshole. I felt her rectum enveloping around my dick, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, not after that amazing oral sex she gave me earlier.
“F–Fuck… T–Tzu! T–Tzuyu… Tzu… I–I… I think… I think I’m…”
“Y–Yes! Oppa! A–Ah! A–A–Ah… Ah…. M–Mhh! C–Cum… F–Fill… Fill y–your naughty T–Tzuyu’s… A–Ass… A–Ah! AAH! OPPA!”
Tzuyu came before I did, gushing out her pussy juice again and again as I kept riding her through her orgasm. I looked down, watching her teal bed linen getting soaked by the creamy fluids that flowed out of her pussy non stop. I grabbed her chunky ass again, and with one powerful thrust inside…
“T–T–TZUYU!”
I came. I came hard, unloading my entire payload again and again inside her warm rectum. Tzuyu’s body arched back as she reached another orgasm, and I closed my eyes as I let wave after wave of pleasure overtaking my entire body.
Tzuyu slumped forward, and my cock slipped off her asshole before it finished spurting cum, so a few strains of white liquid landed on her back and massive butt as my cum leaked out of her asshole. I staggered forward, slumping onto the bed on top of her as I panted and gasped. Tzuyu sighed and turned to kiss my lips warmly.
“Tzuyu… G–Gosh…” I struggled to speak. She giggled and kissed me again.
“I love you, Oppa… So… So good…” she whispered.
I smiled. We cuddled on the bed lovingly, stealing kisses after kisses from each other. I felt her hand creeping down to my penis again, stroking it gently, as if still wanting more. I chuckled.
“Ya… Slow down… I’m not young anymore,” I said. Tzuyu giggled.
“And yet you could still make me explode twice in a row like that…” she pointed out.
Tzuyu kissed my lips warmly, her tongue poking my lips and entering inside. This girl… Seriously. What did I do right to be blessed with such a goddess? I made a lot of mistakes in the past, and yet… Her love was for me.
“I think I can still go again…” I said. Tzuyu’s eyes widened in excitement.
“You think?” she asked. I chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah… I think. I… There’s still one place I want to enter…” I told her.
Tzuyu blushed red, but she took my hand and placed it on her pussy, rubbing it together with me. I smiled and stooped down to eat her perky tits, twisting my tongue around her brown nipples. She squirmed and shut her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. My boner was starting to form again. She knew just what I needed to go again.
Suddenly, I heard something. My head perked up to the source of that sound. It sounded like… The front door was being opened. Tzuyu heard it too, obviously, for her hand stopped rubbing her pussy with me, but to my surprise, she didn’t look shocked.
“T–Tzu?” I looked at her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“Hm?” she asked calmly.
“Are you… Expecting someone?” I asked.
Strangely, Tzuyu giggled. She then nodded.
“Perhaps…” she said cheekily. “I think you’ll be happy to meet that someone.”
I was beyond confused. I heard footsteps climbing the staircase, approaching the bedroom Tzuyu and I was in. The footsteps reached the door, and I saw the handle turning, and the door flung open…
“Oh shit… I missed the first part, didn’t I?”
Im Nayeon stood at the threshold, grinning wide, showing her bunny teeth. She sighed and dropped her Louis Vuitton bag onto the floor, before taking off her coat, tossing it casually to the chair by the door. I panickedly tried to pull the blanket to cover my naked body, but Tzuyu looked surprisingly calm.
“Hi, Unnie…” she said.
“Hi, Tzu. Hi, Oppa!” Nayeon exclaimed cheerfully.
“N–N–Na–Nayeon?” I stuttered in utter bewilderment, “W–What… What are you d–doing here?”
Nayeon snorted a laugh.
“What do you think I’m doing here, Oppa? Offering snacks? Being your bartender? I’m here to join you, of course!” she smiled.
Her expensive Louis Vuitton sweater was the next to go, leaving her in her white undershirt as she approached us.
“W–What? J-J-Join us?” I stammered.
She giggled and nodded, removing her jeans. I felt my dick shooting up as I saw Nayeon’s tight and toned body. The fact that she was slowly undressing more and more also further… Encouraged me. Fuck. She looked hot.
I turned panickedly to my girlfriend. She met my gaze and grew red, doing her iconic smile again, pursing her upper lip and letting a small giggle escape her mouth. Hang on. She… She knew about this?
“T–Tzu… D–did you…?” I stuttered. Tzuyu giggled again and nodded.
“Yup… I knew she was coming,” Tzuyu said, before adding, “She’s… My girlfriend after all…”
My eyes widened and my heart stopped.
“G–Girlfriend?” I asked. Tzuyu nodded, but Nayeon sighed tiredly.
“Aigoo… Tzu… Have you forgotten to tell him? Poor Chuyoung-oppa…” Nayeon said, pulling off her undershirt, leaving her in just her matching set of white bra and tights.
“Y–Yea…” Tzuyu blushed.
I looked at Nayeon and Tzuyu interchangeably, feeling more and more confused. Huh? Girlfriend? But… Wasn’t she… Wasn’t she my girlfriend? I heard Nayeon giggling.
“Oh, come on, Oppa… It wasn’t like we’re trying to hide it! Don’t you remember how lustfully Tzuyu kissed my lips in front of you back at your place before I went to JYPE with Hyejin?” she said.
“Or… The fact that she was the one who stuck by my side when I waited for you to regain consciousness in the hospital,” Tzuyu added.
“We’re bisexual,” announced Nayeon. “The only bisexual couple in Twice!”
The Bunny rolled down her tights, tossing them into a corner. She took her place behind Tzuyu, wrapping her arms around my girlfriend’s abs as she nuzzled her neck. Tzuyu squirmed, but she was grinning from ear to ear.
“B–Bisexual…” I repeated, almost absentmindedly.
Holy fuck. I realised it now. Why didn’t I realise it earlier? I thought… I thought Nayeon was simply being naughty, but… Those touches they had, those kisses they had… The way Nayeon grabbed Tzuyu’s ass, the way Tzuyu always kisses Nayeon lustfully. And Nayeon was right: They weren’t trying to hide it. They did it in front of me.
Come to think about it, I even knew that Tzuyu and Nayeon had had sex multiple times. Chaeyoung told me that night. She told me that Tzuyu was always Nayeon’s favourite. Hang on… Tzuyu herself told me last week!
But… I always brushed it off as them simply exploring each other's bodies. The fact that Tzuyu told me that she never allowed Nayeon to penetrate her also further encouraged my assumption. I never realised that they were indeed a couple. Seeing how stunned I was, Tzuyu smiled and reached forward to caress my cheeks.
“Oppa… I hope you’re not mad at me. I wasn’t lying when I said that you’re my first love. You’re the first man that I ever loved, and I’m not planning to love any man other than you…” she said softly.
“Aww…” cooed Nayeon, hugging Tzuyu tighter. Tzuyu giggled before continuing.
“But… I had fallen in love before. I fell in love with this Unnie right here before I met you…” Tzuyu said gently.
“How can she not? I’m so lovable…” said Nayeon smugly.
I was too stunned to speak, my mouth gaping wide as the realisation hit me. Tzuyu’s eyes were filled with concern.
“Chuyoung-oppa?” Tzuyu asked worriedly.
I blinked a few times, before staring at the two beautiful girls on the bed. They were both staring at me, waiting for my answer. Nayeon sighed and looked at her girlfriend.
“I told Tzuyu to tell you right from the start to avoid confusion, but you were still recovering, so she wanted to wait until you’re better. She’s the one who asked me to come here tonight after my meeting…” Nayeon started, but Tzuyu snorted.
“You mean ‘date’,” she corrected her, but Nayeon shook her head.
“Nah… I won’t call it a date. It was just a dinner between friends, getting to know each other,” Nayeon said.
“That’s what people do on a date, Unnie,” shot Tzuyu back.
“Ya! I was trying to explain to Chuyoung-oppa here!” Nayeon exclaimed, making Tzuyu laugh.
Nayeon giggled and pecked Tzuyu’s neck before continuing.
“Now, as I was saying… She wanted us to meet here tonight to tell you about this, and also… Because I’m still carrying the guilt from that… Little session that we had back in November,” Nayeon said calmly.
My eyes widened in shock. I stared at Tzuyu. Fuck! Shit! She… She knew?
“W–Wait. Y–You… Y–You knew about…?”
Both Nayeon and Tzuyu giggled.
“She knows every single detail about what happened,” said Nayeon. Tzuyu nodded.
“She confessed to me the day after, knowing that I had a thing for you back then,” she said.
Oh shit…
“T–Tzu… I–I… I can… I can explain–”
Tzuyu shushed me with a soft, dimpled smile and a finger on my lips.
“It’s alright, Oppa. You can’t fight drunk Nabong. But at least you tried, and that’s what makes you special,” Tzuyu said cutely. “That’s what makes me fall for you.”
I blinked my eyes rapidly. H–Huh? Was I dreaming?
“W–Wh–What? Y–You’re not… Mad?” I stuttered.
Tzuyu shook her head, while Nayeon laughed out loud.
“Oppa! No matter what you do, she’ll always be head over heels for you! You’re like a drug to her!” Nayeon cackled.
“Besides… I wasn’t your girlfriend back then, so… I have no right to be angry,” Tzuyu said in a matter-of-fact manner, as she usually did. Nayeon sighed.
“But still… I felt guilty. I still feel guilty, so… Here I am,” Nayeon said.
I stared confusedly at her.
“H–How does that have to do with… W–With you coming here?” I asked. Tzuyu sighed.
“Ah… It’s her way of getting the guilt out of her system,” she said, resting her head on the pillow.
“Precisely,” Nayeon said, before snuggling Tzuyu’s neck again, “What a smart girl…”
“I–I’m… I’m not sure I’m following…” I said, still bewildered.
Nayeon chuckled and stared at me, resting her elbow on the pillow and placing her head on her palm.
“I knew Tzuyu was in love with you right from the start, and as her girlfriend, I should have encouraged her to get to know you better and supported her to get closer to you, not fuck you like I did, even if I was drunk. I should’ve controlled myself better. That’s why I've been feeling guilty since then,” Nayeon explained.
“The fact that I did it together with Chaeng also made me feel guilty to Yori, who’s my friend. Chaeng felt guilty too, so we had a little… Heart-to-heart session to clear our heads. Works like a charm every single time! Chaeng’s mind has been cleared since, but… I still have one other guilt that I needed to take care of: My guilt against you,” Nayeon concluded excitedly.
I stared at her blankly. I still didn’t get it.
“H–Huh?” I asked. Nayeon sighed.
“Oppa… For me to finally be able to live guilt-free, we need to do our little… Heart-to-heart session. You, me, and Tzuyu!” Nayeon said.
“H–Heart… To heart?” I asked. Tzuyu scoffed.
“She meant threesome,” she said flatly.
My heart stopped.
“T–T–T–Three–s–some?” I stammered.
Nayeon and Tzuyu laughed.
“Yeah… This girl right here… She’s a true, horny, bisexual. Before I met you, I could live just by having sex with her, but not Nabong-unnie. She needed to release her Dominabong self every once in a while… And when she’s feeling guilty–whether it is for fucking someone too rough in her Dominabong state, or fucking someone she’s not supposed to fuck–the only way she can stop feeling so is by doing a threesome with the parties involved,” Tzuyu explained.
I stared at Nayeon.
“S–So… So… So you… Had a threesome with… W–With… Chaeyoung and Yori?” I asked. Nayeon nodded confidently.
“And with Jeongie and Sana… Sana and Dubu… Momo and Heechul… Jennie and G-Dragon… Yeri and her ex girlfriend… The list goes on and on and on…” Nayeon said proudly. Tzuyu sighed.
“I’m dating a slut…” she mused. Nayeon gasped and slapped Tzuyu’s head.
“YA!” she said, but then she giggled and kissed her cheek again. “But you love this slut, don’t you?”
Tzuyu giggled and nodded. Fuck. So… This was really happening, then? Nayeon chuckled.
“Alright! Enough explanation! Are we going to keep talking, or are we going to fuck?” she proposed.
Nayeon and Tzuyu stared at me, as if waiting for me to react. I gulped. I felt my face burning red, and I felt a sense of dread building inside me. What… What the fuck… I… I was going to do it with Nayeon… Again? Tzuyu laughed seeing my expression.
“Come on, Oppa. What do you say?” Tzuyu asked. Shit. I… I couldn’t say no, could I?
“W–Well… I–I… G–Guess…” I stuttered, but Nayeon was impatient.
“Oh for fuck’s sake…” she groaned.
She sat up, and started pulling her bra off her chest, making her tits jiggle out deliciously as they were freed from the fabrics. My dick twitched as I watched her. She was significantly larger than Tzuyu, and her soft pink nipples looked… Really delicious.
Nayeon crawled over Tzuyu, reaching me. I automatically recoiled, my body still traumatised by that… Scary encounter I had with her back in November. Nayeon giggled, her face leaning closer towards me. She smiled her bunny smile.
“Don’t worry, Oppa… I’m not drunk, so… I’m not Dominabong,” she said. Tzuyu giggled.
“She’s a complete sub when she’s not drunk,” she uttered.
With that, Nayeon kissed my lips. Her thick lips smothered mine, and I felt her tongue poking inside my mouth, rubbing against my tongue. I felt my defences crumbling. This Nayeon was much sweeter, and although I knew she was very horny… At least she didn’t have her riding crop with her, and I wasn’t handcuffed to a bed.
“N–Nayeon…” I sighed as we separated. She giggled and grabbed my head.
“I saw how you stared at my boobs… You wanna eat them?” she asked.
I instinctively looked at Tzuyu for permission. She smiled and nodded, encouraging me. Fuck… Here goes nothing.
“S–Sure…” I said.
Nayeon grinned and immediately pulled my face, burying it onto her delicious mounds. My hands reached up, fondling her succulent breasts, as my tongue started slobbering her perky nipples.
“F–Fuck… Y–Yes… Mmh!” Nayeon moaned.
I pushed my body forward, and soon Nayeon laid her back on the bed as I climbed on top of her, my face still buried on her heavenly tits. My index finger toyed with her nipples, making her squirm and sighed in pleasure.
“Mmhh… M–Mh! Oppa… A–Ah… Oppa…”
I felt Nayeon’s hands leaving my head, travelling downwards to remove her panties. I decided to help her, and soon she was laying naked on the bed, smiling at me, looking so beautiful and delicious. Her skin was pearly white, looking so smooth and inviting.
“F–Fuck… Nayeon…” I stuttered. Nayeon giggled.
“We’re sharing the same girlfriend, Oppa. It’s only fair that you get to enjoy my body too…” she said.
I chuckled, and finally… I nodded. Nayeon pulled me for another kiss, and this time, I kissed back willingly. As I was enjoying my kiss with Nayeon, I felt Tzuyu’s body weight leaving the bed. I pulled back and turned to look at her.
“Tzu? Where are you going?” I asked. Tzuyu only giggled as she walked into her closet. Nayeon chuckled.
“Oh, trust me, Oppa… You’re gonna love our girlfriend even more,” she said.
I wanted to ask her more, but at that moment she pushed me to her side, before turning herself to sit in front of me. She smirked and lowered her face onto my crotch, and my eyes widened as I realised what she wanted to do.
“N–Nabong… W–Wait!” I stuttered.
Nayeon didn’t listen. She grabbed my cock with her hand and started jerking it off, before sticking her very long and very thick tongue out of her mouth. While staring at me with her beautiful, lustful eyes, Nayeon started licking my shaft very, very slowly, sending shivers up and down my spine.
“F–F–Fuck… N–Nabong!”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt my dick entering Nayeon’s mouth. Her tongue was so long, the tip was touching my balls as I felt inch by inch my cock slid into her warm and slippery throat. My hands instinctively reached to grab her head, and soon, she started bobbing up and down, sucking my dick deliciously.
“Mmh… M–Nh… Sllrpp… Mnggh… Mhh…”
Unlike Tzuyu, who performed her oral sex quitely yet sexily, Nayeon was really noisy. She kept making gurgling and slobbering sounds as she blew me faster and faster, and it made me lose my mind. Soon, she pulled back and spat on my cock, before going back to slobbering my shaft and balls with her tongue.
“N–Ngh… S–Shit… N–Nabong! F–Fuck…” I moaned.
“You… Mmhh… Sllrp… Does it… Mmngh… Feel good… Sllrrp… Oppa?” she asked.
“F–Fuck… Y–Yes! S–So… G–Good!” I replied.
Nayeon giggled, and at that moment the corner of my eye caught Tzuyu walking out of the closet. What I saw shocked me to my core.
“T–Tzuyu?!”
Tzuyu was wearing a dildo strap-on, the same huge, purple dildo strap-on that Nayeon was wearing in her apartment back in November. I knew it was a double dildo, for Tzuyu’s face was blushing red and she was sweating as she felt the huge rubbery thing inside her pussy. Holy shit.
I heard Nayeon giggling. She took a break from slobbering my cock and lifted her eyes to meet mine.
“Has she told you that she never let me penetrate her before this?” she asked. I nodded.
“Y–Yeah?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little afraid. Nayeon smirked.
“It’s because she’s the one who’s been penetrating me everytime we had sex together…” she said.
“I told you she’s a complete sub…” Tzuyu uttered.
I heard a gasp leaving my mouth. I looked at Tzuyu, and I noticed that her eyes were different. Holy fuck. Tzuyu… My sweet, gentle Tzuyu… She was… A dom? And not just any dom… She… She’s been dominating… The scary Dominabong… For years?
Tzuyu climbed the bed and laid herself next to me. Without words, she started kissing my neck as Nayeon continued blowing me noisily. I jolted as Tzuyu’s rubber dick slapped my thigh. Why… Why did I always find myself in this situation?
“T–Tzu… N–Nabong… W–Wait… Mmh…”
The pleasure was intense. Tzuyu’s hand was rubbing my chest, while Nayeon buried my penis inside her throat. Just when I was about to enter my climax, however, Nayeon pulled her head back, and she looked at Tzuyu lustfully. Tzuyu met her eyes.
“Are you ready?” my girlfriend asked. Nayeon giggled and nodded.
Tzuyu took her position behind Nayeon. Her giant rubber dick swung left and right, and I started feeling self conscious looking at the size. Nayeon giggled and gave my cock one final kiss, before moving up… And straddled me.
“Fuck… Here goes…” Nayeon whispered.
She lifted her body up, positioned her pussy on top of my cock, and slowly, she lowered herself. My jaw dropped to the floor as I felt my cock entering Nayeon’s extremely tight pussy.
“F–F–F… F-f-f-f-f-Fuck… Nayeon!” I stuttered.
Nayeon’s face started turning red as she felt my cock sliding inside her. Soon, I was balls deep. Tzuyu looked at me and smiled.
“Oppa… Can you help me spread her butt cheeks open?” she said sweetly.
Still dumbfounded, I obeyed her. I reached for Nayeon’s butt cheeks, spreading it open as Nayeon bent forward. Tzuyu smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss me, before guiding her cock and placing it on Nayeon’s asshole.
“I’m coming in, Unnie…” whispered Tzuyu.
By the squelching sound I heard and the fact that Nayeon’s eyes and mouth were gaping wider and wider, I knew Tzuyu had entered her slowly. I felt Nayeon’s butt spreading wider and wider.
“O–Oh! O-o-o-oh… F-f-f-F–FUCK!” Nayeon screamed.
Tzuyu went all the way in. Nayeon was struggling to breath, her mouth gaping so wide and her tongue loosened. Still, she stared at me… And she nodded.
“F-Fuck… M–Me…”
With that, both Tzuyu and I started moving. We double penetrated the naughty bunny together, making her body turn red all over very, very quickly. Nayeon’s tongue was sticking out, her eyes rolling over. She looked like a mess.
“F–Fuck! A–Ah! Ah… AH! T-Tzu… C–Chuyoung… A-Ah! Mmh! AAH! Y–Yes! Yes!” Nayeon continued screaming.
“N–Nayeon! S–So… T–Tight!”
“Y–Yes! U–Unnie! Yes! Mmh!”
I reached forward to fondle Nayeon’s tits, pinching and twisting her nipples with my fingers. Nayeon’s body shook uncontrollably, and from the way she screamed and tensed, I knew she had just cum. I kept pounding her through her orgasm, and Tzuyu’s rubber dick was too rigid to be pushed out by Nayeon’s squirts, so it was kept inside her, thrusting in and out of her asshole like a tentacle.
“A–Ahn… H–H–Hng… Ang… A–Ahn… Ah! Ang… Nnghh! NNGH!” Nayeon started moaning incomprehensibly.
I slapped Nayeon’s bouncy ass loudly, while Tzuyu took her turn playing with Nayeon’s breasts. Nayeon tilted her head back, her body shaking hard as Tzuyu and I kept pummelling her ass and pussy hungrily.
“A–AH! AH! Ah! F–FUCK! F–FUCK! TZ–TZU! C–CH–CHU–OP–AH! I’m… C–Cum… CUMMING AGAINNN!!!!”
Another loud, high-pitched scream, and Nayeon reached another orgasm. I sat up, pressing my body forward, pinning Nayeon in between Tzuyu and I. Nayeon flung her arms around my neck, clinging for dear life, as she kept moaning and moaning, burying her face on my shoulder.
“O–Oh… A–Ah! Mngh! F–Fuck… Oh fuck… Mmh! Mmh! S–So… F–Full!” Nayeon moaned.
I looked up, finding my girlfriend’s eyes were half-closed as she met my gaze, her face blushing so red, sweat dripping from her forehead. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss her, our tongues intertwining.
“O–Oppa… Oppa… A–Ah.. Oppa…” Tzuyu moaned softly.
The sound of our bodies clapping against each other permeated in the air. Nayeon’s moans were totally incomprehensible right now, and she looked like she was about to lose consciousness. I felt like I was about to cum. I looked at my girlfriend. I knew she was cumming too.
“T–Tzu… M–Mh… I–I want… I want to… C–Cum… In you…” I told her.
She nodded. I pulled my cock out of Nayeon’s pussy, and Tzuyu pulled her dildo out of Nayeon’s ass. The bunny girl stumbled to her side, her body convulsing violently as she blasted her pussy juice again and again, before peeing all over the bed.
Tzuyu took off her strap-on, slowly pulling out the other half of the rubber dick out of her gaping pussy and tossing it to the side of the bed as soon as it got out. She laid next to me and splayed her legs open, rubbing her labia as she looked at me.
“Come on… Oppa… F–Fill me…” she whispered.
I needn’t be invited twice. I plunged my throbbing dick inside her, making her jolt out in pleasure. I rammed her as quickly as possible, feeling my climax building ever so quickly. I felt the head of my cock knocking on the entrance of her womb. Tzuyu clasped her long legs around my back, locking me in a hold as she stared into my eyes.
“Oppa… O–Op… M–Mmh! Opp… Oppa… C–Cum… Cumming!”
“M–Me too… T–Tzu… T–Tz… Tzuyu… Tzuyu… I’m… I’m… C–Cumming!”
A final thrust, and we came together. I came buckets inside her womb, and Tzuyu’s pussy juice flooded over my penis like a broken dam. I closed my eyes and buried my face on the pillow next to her as we embraced tightly, letting the waves of orgasm wash through our entire body.
I slumped on top of her as I finished, unable to open my eyes. My head was spinning. I felt Nayeon’s hands reaching for us, and Tzuyu welcomed her. The three of us laid there on the bed, panting and gasping, catching our breaths, too tired to move.
“Fuck… That was… Wild…” muttered Nayeon.
“N–No shit…” I sighed. Tzuyu giggled.
“That was… The best…” she said.
“Got your mind… Cleared… Now?” I asked Nayeon. She smiled and nodded.
“Thanks, Oppa,” she said.
A tired giggle escaped Tzuyu’s mouth, and I heard myself chuckling too. Tzuyu turned to kiss Nayeon’s thick lips gently, before turning to her other side to do the same to me. I smiled and rested my head next to hers, closing my eyes.
“I’m hungry…” said Tzuyu suddenly, sounding adorable.
Nayeon and I laughed. To be honest, I wouldn’t refuse another meal after that… Physically exhausting exercise the three of us just did.
“Fuck you, Tzu… I have no energy to cook anything,” Nayeon sighed tiredly.
“Let’s just… Order something…” I suggested.
“But… What time is it? Is anything still open?” Tzuyu asked.
I opened my eyes. It was past 11.30 pm. We had sex for almost an hour and a half. I chuckled as I remembered something.
“Didn’t you tell me that the porridge shop nearby is open until late?” I asked Tzuyu. Nayeon gasped.
“Oh, that’s right! It’s open until past midnight! Shall I call Sangwoo?” she offered, but Tzuyu giggled.
“And you said you’re only friends…” she teased. Nayeon blushed. So Sangwoo was the guy’s name.
“Alright, fine! Oppa, you call the place, then!” she said, sulking. I laughed and sat up.
“You know what… Lemme just walk over there. I need to smoke anyway,” I said.
Tzuyu and Nayeon exchanged glances, and then they both nodded. Tzuyu hugged my waist sweetly, kissing my chest gently.
“Thank you, Oppa…” she whispered. I chuckled and kissed the crown of her head.
“What do you guys want to order?” I asked.
“Fish porridge for me,” Nayeon said.
“I’ll have the chicken one,” said Tzuyu.
“Alright. I’ll go get it for us,” I said.
Tzuyu gave me her keycard, and I stood up, leaving the two beautiful girls cuddling on the bed. I walked downstairs and got dressed, before going out into the lobby. I lifted my eyes up, seeing the stars shining bright through the skylight on the ceiling. It was a lovely night.
I took the lift downstairs to the lobby, and I buttoned up my coat as I walked out into the chilly night. I placed my earphones in my ears, and played the Spotify playlist I compiled yesterday. I took a cigarette out of my pack and lit one up, puffing up the smoke as I walked towards the nearby porridge restaurant.
It was really close, so in less than five minutes I was already walking past a decoration shop and climbing the stairs to the porridge restaurant above the seolleongtang place. It was mostly empty, safe for the young man sitting behind the counter. He lifted his eyes as he heard the door being opened.
“Annyeonghaseyo! Table for… One?” he asked.
This must be Sangwoo. He was handsome, and I noticed that his eyes gave off a strong sense of kindness. I could see why Nayeon was interested in him. He clutched a menu book and a notepad before walking to approach me.
“Umm… No. I’m buying food to go,” I said as I took a seat at the nearby table.
“Ah! Very well. What would you like to order, Son-nim?” Sangwoo asked.
I opened the menu book. I knew what Tzuyu and Nayeon wanted to order, but I hadn’t decided on my order. To be honest, everything looked nice here, so I spent a few seconds looking at the plethora of porridge options from the menu before deciding.
“Right… I’ll have one chicken porridge, one fish porridge… And… One… Kimchi porridge,” I said. Sangwoo jotted the items down on his notepad.
“Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” he asked.
“A warm cup of tea would be nice,” I said. Sangwoo nodded.
“Certainly. Please hang on, Son-nim!” he said cheerfully.
He rushed to the kitchen, and soon returned with my cup of tea. I sipped it slowly as Sangwoo rushed back to the kitchen, preparing our food. I placed my cup back on the table and I let my mind wander off as I waited for our order. Inevitably, my mind went straight to the very thing I had avoided to think about tonight as I went on my date with Tzuyu.
It had been… Six days since Ansel’s passing, and in a few minutes it would be a new day. It would be exactly one week after the incident. Manse gave the IPG one week to decide and to prepare, before promising retaliation against them for turning Ansel into their side.
Retaliation. What would he do? He could use his pull at Naver to ask Dispatch to release another condemning article about one of the idols. But… Sana told us last week that he said he would give Suzy the war she wanted. That sounded terrifying. What was Manse’s definition of a war?
And Suzy… She was off at Busan, shooting her new drama. How could she just go off like that, after everything she had done? Her secrets were revealed now, all of us knew the real reason why Manse became who he was. She was the one who started it all… She and IU, and now… All of us had to face the consequences. All of the IPG. I sighed. I was thankful that Tzuyu hadn’t joined the IPG. But… What about me?
I sighed. Manse was a vengeful person. He held grudges against those who wronged him, and I wronged him big time. I defied him. I stood up against him. And working with him back in YG… I knew the way he enacts his revenge would bear severe consequences not only against the people that crossed him. He’d target the ones they love too.
That was evident from the way he released the article to harm not just Yeoni and Irene, but Jennie and Jisoo too, aiming to destroy their relationship by creating a scandal. That was evident from the way he repeatedly tried to kill Tzuyu back in SM HQ’s parking lot.
So far… His plans were all foiled. These past two years, ever since he tried and failed to smear Jisoo’s name by releasing the news about his VLive Exclusive with Yeoni, the IPG had managed to stop him just in time. But… That was when the IPG was there to protect everyone, when they were solid. Now… The IPG was in disarray.
I hoped Sana made the right decision. Tzuyu told me that she had a meeting earlier tonight with Yeoni, Jennie, Irene, Taeyeon, Minsoo, Seungyeon and Dara at a bar somewhere. I hoped they would come up with something, something that would keep everyone safe… Something that would keep my Tzuyu safe.
“Ah… Here we are, Son-nim! One chicken porridge, one fish porridge, and one kimchi porridge to go!”
I looked up, finding Sangwoo returning to my table with a big bag filled with our orders. I smiled and went to the cashier to pay. Should I introduce myself? Maybe I should. My girlfriend and the girl he was getting closer with were a couple. It was only natural that Sangwoo and I got to know each other.
“Sangwoo-ssi,” I said.
“Yes? E–Eh… Hold on… How did you know my name?” he asked, sounding confused. I chuckled.
“I’m friends with Nayeon. She’s currently staying at Tzuyu’s place nearby. I’m buying this for them,” I said, lifting the bag. Sangwoo’s eyes widened.
“O–Oh! Oh wow… Wow. Yeah. Wow. Small world…” he said awkwardly, his cheeks blushing a little. “I–I’m… I’m sorry, but… Are you… Nayeon’s…?”
I knew what he wanted to ask. He wanted to know my relationship with the two girls… With Nayeon, to be precise. I guessed he did like Nayeon too. I smiled.
“I’m just her friend, Sangwoo-ssi. I’m… Tzuyu’s boyfriend,” I said. “My name’s Nam Chuyoung.”
Sangwoo’s mouth gaped open, and he quickly stood up to bow to me. I chuckled. I liked this boy.
“A–Ah… Nice meeting you, Chuyoung-ssi!” Sangwoo exclaimed.
“Nice meeting you too, Sangwoo-ssi!” I said, smiling happily. “Hey, good luck with Nabong!”
Sangwoo blushed as red as a tomato in an instant. He jittered awkwardly in his place, trying and failing to find a suitable reply to my comment. I smiled and waved at him, turning the door handle open. I took a step outside, but then I stopped and looked at him.
“Sangwoo-ssi…” I called him again.
“Y–Yes, Chuyoung-ssi?” he stuttered.
I stared at him. He seemed like a decent man. A kind man. A good man. Inexplicably… I felt compelled to say this.
“Take care of Nabong… And… Tzuyu too,” I said.
“E–Eh?”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I walked out of the restaurant and climbed the stairs down, walking up back towards Tzuyu’s apartment. That was… Strange. Why did I say that to him?
Shrugging, I took out my phone and opened my Spotify. My earphone was still in my ears, so I pressed play on my personal playlist. The song ‘Butterfly’ played. Hmm… Come to think about it… Tonight had been a little strange. The song that I chose in the noraebang… And those words to Sangwoo. What was happening?
I reached the apartment and went to the private lift lobby. I swiped Tzuyu’s card on the reader inside the lift, and I hummed the tune of ‘Butterfly’ as I waited. The lift reached the penthouse floor, the door slid open, and I walked out…
Finding the front door gaping open.
“Hm? Did I forget to close it when I left?” I muttered to myself.
I walked across the lobby a little quicker, but as I stepped between the walkways to the private pool and the gym, my shoes stepped on something. I looked down…
Glass shards.
“What…”
I looked up, and found that one panel of the skylight windows was broken. I was immediately alarmed.
Something was wrong.
“Tzu? Nabong?”
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Harebrained Scheme
AN: Written for @trektober-challenge first installment- namely Prime Directive, but more specifically inspired by some of @fractal-baby discussion about Spock’s absolutely insane plans. It was written pretty quick and definitely playing fast and loose with timelines, but set after ST:ID but before ST: Beyond. Can be read as pre-Spirk, but the major relationship is Jim & Sarek chatting.
Can be found on AO3 here
Being kidnapped and held with his First Officer’s father was never exactly the plan for Jim. There are, in fact, a lot of people Jim would rather be kidnapped with. Namely, the aforementioned First Officer Spock.
But as it stands--
“We have been held here for approximately 2.3 hours,” Sarek says after a moment of silence.
Jim nods, “don’t panic.”
Sarek gives him a look that plainly says Vulcans don’t panic. “I am simply stating a fact of our capture.”
“Yes, sir,” Jim says patiently. “I’m aware of how long it has been.”
“The temperature is several degrees below Vulcan standard,” Sarek pointed out.
“I am aware of that as well,” because Jim was. Whoever their enemies were, they knew who they had kidnapped. The temperature is holding steady at a place where Jim is uncomfortable but is draining Sarek.
Sarek says nothing and continues to observe the cell around them calmly. Jim has been pacing since he woke up about an hour ago. It’s a plain white room with no windows and no doors as far as he can tell. He’s tried clawing at just about every inch of the sterile space, and as far as he can tell, nothing gives.
“What are the walls made of?” Kirk mutters to himself. They don’t feel like metal or even plastic- they radiate the coolness as if they’re some type of natural product, but the way the room is sealed tells him some kind of technology is involved.
Sarek cuts into Jim’s thinking with a, “I believe these are made of Betazoid limestone.”
“What makes you say that?” Jim asks. With Spock, he’ll usually prattle for a few minutes, discussing density and texture before giving him an answer as straightforward as his father.
Sarek looks at him in surprise, “you are not able to tell?”
Jim resists the urge to reply with sarcasm. Sarek isn’t Spock, which is plainly apparent in every interaction they have. Though Spock always seems extremely calm and balanced to Jim, being around his father makes Jim aware of how much more emotion and variation Spock regularly expresses.
“No,” Jim says. “I haven’t spent much time on Betazoid.”
Sarek nods, “I was briefly an Ambassador there in my son’s youth. He was very fond of the rock and found its cool texture pleasing.”
“I thought it would be illogical to find a rock pleasing,” Jim replies without thinking.
Sarek is quiet for a moment before responding with, “yes, indeed it was. However, as my wife put it to me then, there is nothing illogical about curiosity. The desire to explore. I am not sure I agree with her, but I have never been successful in curbing my son of any habit he does not wish to break.”
“He can be stubborn,” Jim replies with amusement.
A mild understatement if Jim has ever said one. Though he is always respectful and never veers into full-on insubordination, Jim now understands what Pike meant when he referred to Spock fondly as an ‘extremely independent First Officer.’ Jim doesn’t mind it, maybe even loves it- the way Spock is relentless when he is convinced of the correct course of action. The argumentative (logically debated, in Spock’s words) messages and memos coming at all hours until Jim either gives in or says the phrase, “drop it, that’s an order.”
Which, at the very least, shuts him up for a shift or two.
“Do you believe they will be able to find us?”
Jim shrugs, his communicator is still on his person, and he tries it every few minutes, but he keeps getting static. “None of my messages are going through, but as you mentioned, your son is very stubborn and an extraordinary Starfleet officer. If anyone could rescue us, it would be him.”
Sarek nods again, and they sit in silence while Jim continues to search every square inch of space. It doesn’t make sense- unless their captors beamed them into the room, there is no way for them to have entered without a door of any kind.
“My son,” Sarek says, somewhat awkwardly pulling Jim out of his observation of the walls once more. “How is he-- I mean to say, I recognize as one of the very few Vulcans at Starfleet, and now as an endangered species, it may be challenging for him.”
Jim kindly doesn’t say that Sarek didn’t actually ask a question and responds with, “the crew loves him. He fits in great and has a surprising number of friends. The kids in the Science department all think he’s some type of rock star. The amount of transfer requests I get specifically for his division is getting out of hand.”
“Rock star?” Sarek repeats back.
“A term for an old Terran classical musician who was known for extreme popularity,” Jim responds with some curiosity. Spock is exceptionally familiar with Terran classical music and had known precisely what Jim had meant when he used similar phrasing. Still, Jim supposes that perhaps he picked it up in his many years on earth.
“I am gratified to hear this,” Sarek replies, somewhat slowly. Jim jerks up, alarmed, when he realizes that it appears that each blink is getting slower and slower as if he were fighting falling asleep. “He has so few affiliates on Vulcan.”
“Really?” Jim asks, surprised.
For all Spock can be logical, sarcastic, and moralistic to the point of exhaustion, he’s also a kind friend, a shockingly understanding commanding officer, and a good sport about most things. He even participates in some ship-wide events, like the talent show where he played some genuinely excellent Vulcan lute.
And purely for Jim’s amusement, played a lute version of a truly ancient Terran classic that Jim has a soft spot for, Wildest Dreams.
“He… Was an unusually brilliant student,” Sarek says, still slow as if fighting for words. Jim realizes with an urgency that he should probably try to keep Sarek talking to keep him awake.
“Vulcans didn’t like brilliant students?” Jim asks with amusement. The idea of Spock being a nerd among nerds is somewhat hilarious.
“No, they did not like an unusually brilliant half-human,” Sarek replies, his voice for the first time that Jim has ever known him touching with a hint of sadness. “And he was… Willful. Unusually brilliant, and ferociously unselfconscious about his mother.”
Jim laughs a little at that, rubbing his neck unconsciously, “yes, I definitely learned the hard way that you shouldn’t insult his mother.”
“As did many,” Sarek says, his eyes closed. “He had a violent physical altercation when he was eleven for a similar reason. It was that disrespect of his mother that ultimately caused him to turn away from the Vulcan Science Academy.”
“He didn’t go to VSA because they insulted his mother?” Jim asked, surprised. “Why would they insult Amanda anyway?”
Sarek takes a sharp breath at the casual use of his wife’s name, and Jim feels terrible. After months of playing chess with Spock, they had begun discussing their childhood and Spock often spoke of his mother glowingly. He had insisted that they use her name to honor her memory.
“They referred to her blood as a disadvantage. I knew the moment they said it; he would never accept a place that looks down on humans. He could be illogically loyal.”
“His illogical loyal behavior saved you on Vulcan, and it saved earth,” Jim replies, his voice sharper than he intends it to be.
Sarek opens his eyes at that, slowly and blearily, “I did not mean that negatively. I have come to find that many of the traits I viewed as… Aberration in him, in his youth, has come to define his tremendous successes.”
Jim doesn’t say, though he dearly wants to, that viewing his child’s personality as an aberration at any point is pretty illogical. Still, Spock is a subject that Sarek is willing to stay awake and speak about, so Jim asks, “like what?”
“Well,” Sarek says wryly, “his disregard for rules he simply disagrees with. It is, presumably, the reason that he works so well with you and your idiosyncratic leadership style.”
“I would not say that Spock isn’t interested in the rules,” Jim replies with surprise, the betrayal of Spock’s report after they saved him from a volcano still kind of stings.
“He follows the rules he believes in avidly, that is true,” Sarek says, his voice does hold amusement now. “But he regularly ignores them if he wishes to. I presume you are referring to his report after the events of Nibiru?”
Jim jerked in surprise, “how did you know--?”
“My son and I have been keeping close correspondence after the destruction of Vulcan and the loss of his mother. We are attempting to… work through the strain our relationship was put under while I worked through my disappointment that he did not go to the Vulcan Science Academy.”
“Isn’t disappointment illogical too?” Jim asks. It is hard for him to hear the casual way Sarek describes his feelings towards Spock when Jim truly and completely believes that his First Officer is one of the finest beings he has ever encountered.
Sarek makes a noise of agreement, “you are correct. Vulcans may take a vow to control our emotions, and we certainly may attempt to utilize logic in most decision-making. Still, there is no doubt that our species can be vulnerable to prideful behavior.”
Jim, having beaten Spock at chess a few times, can attest to that.
“What did he say about Nibiru?” Jim asks, curious now as to how Spock described the events to his father.
“I believe,” Sarek says again, his voice rich with amusement now, “that you saw yourself as the rule breaker in this scenario. However, after listening to his entire recounting, I must ask you- whose idea was it to freeze the volcano?”
Jim looked at Sarek blankly, “Spock’s. He had been reviewing the geothermal events on the plant. He calculated the likelihood of explosion was incredibly likely, so he asked if he could try one of his experiments to save the planet.”
“You realize that the plan itself, from its initial conception, violated the Prime Directive, do you not, Mr. Kirk?”
Jim looked at Sarek blankly, “what?”
“It is against the Prime Directive to interfere with a planet’s destiny in any way. Then, the matter of his cold fusion device. An entirely novel invention that had gone through no formal testing, no review process… He simply believed it would work, conducted experiments in his free time, and wanted to use it. And had a captain who trusted him.”
Jim blinks again at Sarek. “But… But…”
Sarek leaned his head back, “do not feel bad. He was somewhat infamous for this when he was a boy. His capacity to convince his instructors that his personal pet projects were highly logical and beneficial regardless of external forces was… Remarkable. And in you, I think he has finally found a place where his prodigious intellect is not being checked by constant regulation.”
“Spock always follows regulation,” Jim defends on instinct, his mind reeling.
“He always follows the ones he believes deserve to be followed,” Sarek corrected. “He has always had a somewhat unusual penchant for attempting novel actions without the traditional Vulcan tendency of deep contemplation.”
Oh, the thought hit Jim suddenly. Spock is a Vulcan bad boy. Jim doesn’t know why he finds that so shocking; Spock does, after all, go along with a majority of his plans and even comes up with half of them. Even more damning, if Spock did not agree with a course of action, it relatively rarely ends up occurring.
Which means… Spock is actually as goddamn reckless as he is.
Jim isn’t sure how he feels about this revelation.
“He... He tricked me!” Jim cries out eventually, unable to contain it.
“But as I have said,” Sarek adds, his voice is shallow and slow now, “I have come to realize… These qualities, his capacity for creativity, and quick thinking have allowed him to become the most remarkable of us.”
“I’m glad that you could see what we have always seen,” Jim says, though he’s more using the royal “we.”
It took him considerably longer to see what was right there in front of him, but once he had, it made sense to Jim that Spock had been a popular professor, First Officer, and Advisor in his time at Starfleet.
“I was unwilling to admit it, but I was worried when he chose Starfleet. So far from his people, alone and living in an abundance of difference. Vulcans can be quite homogeneous.”
“Infinite diversity in infinite combinations,” Jim quoted from Spock’s eternal sermons.
“Ironic that it is a Vulcan philosophy when so many of us view the world so similarly,” Sarek said, inclining his head slightly. “However, in a land of difference, he was able to find a space for himself that he was unable to find with his people. He always did appreciate adventure, read illogical books with his mother like Alice in Wonderland and Sherlock Holmes. Even Shakespeare which his instructors on Vulcan never enjoyed.”
Jim raised his eyebrows again. Spock often quoted fanciful literary classics in trying situations. Still, it never entirely occurred to him how oddly poetic and even artistic that would have made him in a different place.
“I hope he knows that I hold him in high regard,” Sarek says after a moment, and his eyes drift shut again, his breathing going slow.
“No,” Jim leaps up. “No, you can’t. I can not be responsible for the death of two of Spock’s parents.”
“Captain Kirk,” Sarek says with exhaustion, “do not worry. I can place my body into a healing trance that will allow me to remain stable for an extended period of time if need be. The Betazoid limestone will make us challenging to track and as such--”
Just then, there is a loud thudding noise on the wall to their right, like something heavy just rammed into it at full speed.
A thudding again, and then Sarek shudders awake, “Spock?”
Jim doesn’t hear anything but Sarek does because he turns to Jim and says, “please move 3.87 feet to your left.”
Three seconds later, a thud outside the wall gives way to what appears to be an ancient wrecking ball.
“What is that?”
“I think it is your crew, Captain,” Sarek says.
Another beat and a large stone crash through the wall using a device that is an ancient Terran wrecking ball.
“Captain,” Spock said calmly through the hole he just blasted through the wall. “I see you’re unharmed. Father, it is gratifying to see you safe as well.”
“Glad you got to us in time; we were running out of gossip about you,” Jim says with a smirk as he slowly starts to try to clamber through the slightly too small hole.
“Please refrain from joking,” Spock says, guiding his father through the hole much more gracefully.
“Who’s joking?” Jim replies.
Spock looks to his father with an eyebrow up, and Sarek responds, “while I would not term it “gossip,” the captain is correct, and our mutual affiliation with you helped pass a majority of the time.”
Jim nearly cackles at the brief look of horror that passed over Spock’s face when he replies with a steady, “indeed.”
Jim smirks and is silent while Spock focuses on calling the Enterprise to beam up.
And much later, when Spock asks him what they discussed while Spock and Jim played their usual game of chess, Jim can be entirely honest when he says, “your many admirable qualities.”
It’s definitely worth the way Spock’s ears turn a light green.
#trektober2021#star trek#aos star trek#aos spock#spock#AOS Kirk#james t kirk#ambassador sarek#i intended this to be pre-spirk#but can be read as gen
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PLEASE go into more detail about their dynamic togetherni am Begging
HRIDKAKSKD oh boy you've unlocked secret lore because these two have such a thing going on-
Twitch is Carolas soft spot and honestly? she hates him for it a lot of the time, she thinks he's pathetic and weak, and knows that her caring about him is a weakness that could be exploited one day. But at the same time she can never manage to push him away and cut ties
And Twitch? Twitch needs Carola, his affiliation with her mob is one of the only things saving his skin half the time, and besides that, she's his last port in a storm, the person he runs too when his life is at its worst. He isn't guaranteed softness with her but he's guaranteed safety and rest. His alliance to the widow mob is a nervous one but his loyalty to Carola incredibly strong.
And there IS softness there there IS kindness under the layers of repressed and conflicted emotion + Carola's need to appear a certain way to maintain her reputation. Twitch never sees most of her affectations, its a tender gesture when he's fast asleep or a move made to protect him behind closed doors.
Twitch will never admit he has feelings for her, he says he's got no interest in joining the dearly departed (she has a established habit of murdering her spouses [he just hates to see a girlboss winning 😔] ) but he's really just afraid of her rejection and losing what he has now
Basically they've got every sort of tension they have it in spades and occasionally Twitch 👏 Manici 👏 gets 👏 railed 👏
#my ocs#god this got long but you have no idea how much i think about them#THANK U FOR SENDING THIS#they're so complicated they hate eachother they're soft for eachother she's using him he's using her its one sided on both sides except#when its not ❤
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THE ROOM IS ON FIRE AND SHE’S FIXING HER HAIR—
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“Sometimes he looked at her and thought, Gosh, I wonder what’s underneath all that anger, all that hard glossy armor? Maybe there’s just an innocent, wounded little girl in there who wants to come out and play and be loved and get happy. But now he wondered if maybe that little girl was long gone, or if she’d ever been there at all. What was under all that armor, all that anger? More anger, and more armor. Anger and armor, all the way down.” — The Magician’s Land, Lev Grossman.
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NAME: Nymphadora Patagonia Teodora “Fabiola” Black Tonks. Or, understandably, just Tonks. One of the most excruciating moments of a young Tonks’s life was the dissociative experience that came from hearing Professor McGonagall read her entire name aloud (Baptismal name included, as if they didn’t have enough to deal with, though her dearly departed Godfather’s addition had thankfully not made the cut) stony-faced and with suspicious volume, at the Sorting Ceremony. It was a humiliation that took years to live down, which is probably why a repeat offense at her Auror Academy graduation ceremony broke down her last, tired, moments of resolve. Only her nearest and dearest can get away with anything other than just Tonks these days.
NICKNAMES: Dora. Peuchen. Dorita. Estrellita. (An increasing array of absurd petnames that she bears with varying levels of grace.)
AGE: 29
BIRTHDAY: April 6, 1973
GENDER: Demigirl.
PRONOUNS: She/They
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood.
SPECIES: Metamorphmagus (Wixen).
𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞
MOTHER: Andromeda Dorea Tonks nee Black.
FATHER: Edward “Ted” Álvaro Sepulveda Tonks
𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘
FACE CLAIM: Daniella Pineda
BUILD: Small but athletic.
HAIR: Variable.
HAIR COLOR: Variable.
EYE COLOR: Variable.
SKIN COLOR: Variable.
DOMINANT HAND: Left.
ANOMALIES: (Everything) Tattoos; a mish mash of stick’n’poke, magical and non-magical tattoos that have been amassing over the years.
SCENT: Roasting coffee beans, oranges, cinnamon, honey.
ALLERGIES: Unemployment. Children under the age of four.
FASHION: Eclectic. Entirely dependent on her moods.
NERVOUS TICS: While she’s gotten much better at controlling her Metamorphmagus abilities over the years, it still takes a tremendous amount of effort to prevent her emotions from influencing them. This means that there are definite tells to be found in her appearance as to what her mood is, particularly in times of high emotional stress. The rule of thumb has always been that the darker her hair is, the moodier she is.
𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊
RESIDES: A flat located above Dogweed & Death Cap, Diagon Alley.
BORN: Porthmeor, Cornwall.
RAISED: A cottage right on the waterfront, Porthmeor, Cornwall.
PETS: None that are hers, specifically. She recently gave a dog to her parents in the hopes it might absorb some of their attention.
CAREER: Former-Auror. Current Head of Security for Club Raven.
EXPERIENCE: Auror’s Academy Graduate, 1994. Eight and a half years as an active duty Auror before suspension.
EMPLOYER: Cavalier Avery.
POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Light.
BELIEFS: Alastor Moody was (and still is) the greatest auror of their time. That blame falls as much on the shoulders of those who fail to take action as those who commit the crime. That neutrality really isn’t an option when there is a choice to be made about human rights.
MISDEMEANORS: She is an officer of the law.
FELONIES: .. In the name of the law? (No.)
DRUGS: She really does care about her career.
SMOKES: Has never once made it through an entire cigarette.
ALCOHOL: Yes.
DIET: A steady diet of leftovers that her father’s filled her freezer with.
LANGUAGES: Spanish, English. A creative combination of both.
PHOBIAS: She is terrified of losing her abilities or the prospect of failure.
HOBBIES: Finding trouble wherever she goes. Fixating on work. Annoying Moody. Terrorising her cousins.
TRAITS:
+ Vibrant / - Tactless: Loud. Energetic. Brash. Annoying. There were many ways in which Tonks’ existence could be quantified, but subtle was not one of them. Over time Tonks has taken to wearing her loud reputation like her own coat of arms; her very best and worst attributes flaunted with a deliberateness that seems almost too knowing, too on the nose, to not be covering for something. Arrogance and recklessness, hot-headed impulsiveness and a particularly caustic brand of wit wielded with a blunt charm that she’s grown increasingly fond of throwing in the face of the people who would whisper behind her back about just where here loyalties lie these days. The flippancy with which she greets the world, like she’s in on the joke that the rest of the world hasn’t quite caught the punchline of, only seems to grate on those who wish she’d treat the importance of her position with a little more respect. Tonks lives her life at full volume, with little regard for the opinions or delicate feelings of others who would ask her to reign it in, just a little, for their own comfort.
+ Driven / - Reckless: Nobody could ever say that Tonks did not possess an iron will, when it came to the things she wanted in life. Underneath all that vibrant glossy armour she wears like a warning sign, Tonks’ honourable qualities lurk: she may not always enjoy the banal, everyday routine of being an Auror, just as she may not think much of the people in charge, but Tonks is dedicated and steadfast in her job and worked tirelessly to get there. She has proven, time and again, a willingness to make the hard choice and put the greater good over her own reputation or honour. It takes a certain kind of steel to say precisely what is on your mind, to act even when duty and honour and all those boring noble virtues they try to instil in young Aurors tell you not to. She has never lacked for that sort of courage: the kind that requires a certain amount of defiance and a whole lot of audacity (and the willingness to circumvent every rule of authority, when your real loyalties and values are tested). Tonks has been forging the steel in her spine since she was old enough to frustrate her parents with her own headstrong opinions on what she wanted from life and how that differed from their hopes for her, and if she did not flinch (often) beneath her father’s gentle disappointment than there was certainly no one in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who could make her cringe. And that was the truth of it: what people called boldness was only a matter of knowing what you wanted and being unafraid of what it would take to get it — and there was no length that Tonks was not willing to go to in order to do what’s right.
+ Insightful / - Nosy: If there was one thing that Alastor Moody taught her during those long years in the Academy, it was the value of deeds over words. The department may have been overrun, of late, with those too preoccupied by political ambitions to see the bigger picture and be willing to ruffle feathers, but Tonks has always been more insightful than she’s given credit for. Her knack for reading a room and the intentions of the people in it had been honed by her naturally suspicious mentor and years spent studying faces intently, all their little quirks and shapes, in order to recreate them in the mirror. For better or for worse, when put into a tight corner Tonks does not falter and she does not hesitate. Those who would call her impulsive would probably be correct, but she vastly prefers decisive and while her approach doesn’t always end well, she’s resourceful enough to almost always land on her feet running. The talents of a fighter, however, are not the talents required of a diplomat and lately her propensity for digging her nose into things that the higher ups have deemed off limits have landed her in hot water within the department. While Tonks has always considered her talent for thinking on her feet, acting decisively without wasting time on the buffering, to be her strongest asset, she fears that in order to return to the job she worked so hard to get, it will be inaction that is required of her this time around. Trading her autonomy for one man’s whims again is not something Tonks relishes the idea of, especially when there are dire consequences for turning a blind eye to what might be coming.
𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘
LOCATION: Porthmeor Cove, Cornwall.
SPORTS TEAM: The Holyhead Harpies / La Rojas.
GAME: Quidditch. Football if her dad is the one asking.
MUSIC: Smashing Pumpkins.
MOVIES: Jurassic Park (for sentimental reasons obviously.)
FOOD: The free kind.
BEVERAGE: Coffee.
COLOR: Varying shades of pink, magenta and red.
𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈
ALUMNI HOUSE: Hufflepuff.
WAND (LENGTH, FLEXIBILITY, WOOD, & CORE): Red Oak, 13 3/4″, Bendy, Dragon Heartstring.
AMORTENTIA: Woodsmoke, Jasmine, Bourbon, Honeysuckle.
PATRONUS: Jackrabbit.
BOGGART: Herself, without her abilities. Barty Crouch Jr.
𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good.
MBTI: ESTP-A
MBTI ROLE: The Entrepreneur
ENNEAGRAM: Seven
ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Enthusiast
TEMPERAMENT: Choleric.
WESTERN ZODIAC: Aries.
CHINESE ZODIAC: Ox.
PRIMAL SIGN: Hippopotamus.
TAROT CARD: The Chariot, The Hierophant.
TV TROPES: Blue Collar Warlock, Revisiting the Cold Case, Boisterous Bruiser, Allergic to Routine, Heroic Resolve, Old Cop/Young Cop.
SONGS: Sabotage - The Beastie Boys / Reptilia - The Strokes / Tonight, Tonight - Smashing Pumpkins / I Am The Highway - Audioslave / Time to Pretend - MGMT.
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&&. cauldron above, ( cassian blackthorn ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is affiliated with ( the winter court / the wild hunt ). ( he ) is a ( 225 / appears 35 ) year old ( wild hunt fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( aldis hodge ). ( he ) has been said to be ( protective & loyal ) but also quite ( possessive & distrustful ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( tatiana valentina’s personal bodyguard / an undercover spy for the wild hunt ).
Name: Cassian Blackthorn
Age: 35 / 225
DOB: August 14th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Positive personality traits: intelligent, brave, loyal, protective, powerful, adaptable
Negative personality traits: sarcastic, challenging, steely, arrogant, possessive
Biography:
At the heart of it all, Cassian has always been a family man. As the eldest Blackthorn sibling, he took upon the solemn duty of protecting both his younger brother and baby sister the moment they entered the world, there was never any question of his love for either them or his parents. As a whole, the Blackthorns represented a strong, stable family unit, bound together by their Wild Hunt blood and the infallible loyalty that they shared. Carina, the youngest and only daughter of the Blackthorn clan, was very much so the princess of the bunch, between Cassian and Carter she was loved and doted upon endlessly. Even as Cassian went further with his training as a skilled huntsman and warrior, he always made time for Carina, and could often be found sparring with his brother as well---their own form of bonding. It was, of course, Carina’s tragic death---her murder---that brought their unbreakable family dynamic to a sudden halt.
Carina’s passing cast a dark shadow over Cassian’s heart. Where he’d once been the confident, powerful eldest son of the Wild Hunt, he was jaded by his sister’s death, and with his grief came a deep surge of great and terrible anger. Everything changed for him then. The woman he’d been meant to marry---his childhood sweetheart---did her best to stay by his side and support him, but it was Cassian who drove her away. She deserved better, more than the bitter, angry shell of a man he’d become, and so immense was his period of mourning that he hardly registered it when he awoke to find her things packed and the side of the bed she’d shared with him empty and bereft.
He grew older. Stronger. Perhaps more vicious too, the Blackthorn family had always been known for their fair judgement and compassionate nature but it had become so easy for Cassian to lean into his wolf side in an effort to keep his human emotions at bay that sometimes, he felt more like a beast than a man. He rose up in the ranks of the Wild Hunt, training non-stop and with an almost crazed amount of fervor, and when Lucien, the Wolf King, approached both him and Carter with an unheard of proposition ... well.
There was no refusing it. This was the singular opportunity that Cassian had to avenge the murder of his sister, spying on the Winter Court would bring him one step closer to finally making good on his promise to Carina. He worried of course, about Carter being placed in a similar situation, potentially one of danger, and made a secondary promise then and there. To protect his younger brother no matter the cost.
Except ... nothing happened the way that he had expected to, accepting a bodyguard position for the toddler princess of the Winter Court had seemed like child’s play, but while Cassian had been preparing himself for a spoiled brat of an heiress whom he’d have to resist smothering on a regular basis, he was instead greeted by a porcelain angel, with beautiful, bouncing blonde curls of glimmering gold. He took one look at Tatiana Valentina’s cherubic little face, her big blue eyes that shone brighter than any snowflake, and he felt something age-old click into place.
Now, he’s been by Tatiana’s side for the last sixty years, and her powers are just as unstable as they were the first time she ever figured out how to wield them. It’s something that worries Cassian and Viktor both, and while he still makes his regular reports to Lucien on behalf of his mission, there’s no denying the impossibly strong bond that he’s forged with the young tsarina. Guilt, hot and heavy, eats away at him more and more with each day that goes by, who is he betraying now? Carina, by failing to avenge her death? Or would he be doing her a disservice instead by abandoning Tatiana, who shares so many similarities with his dearly departed sister?
Cassian, at the end of the day, is a man of the Hunt. Even when he isn’t shifted into his huge, dark brown wolf form, he still carries himself like a predator, a huntsman who knows what he wants and how to get it. While he might appear laid back and calm on the surface, there’s a steady fire brewing within, and it comes out whenever those he cares about are threatened with harm or danger. Just like a wolf, he imprints on the people he loves, and with that comes a brutally-strong pack mindset that he firmly believes in.
Cassian disagrees furiously with the decision to marry Tatiana off to the Spring Court, as much as he respects and admires---and cares for---Viktor, he can’t help but feel as if the High Lord has traded his baby sister away as if she’s little more than a rare jewel.
He hasn’t seen his childhood sweetheart since the night she left, but he still thinks of her almost every single day, and he hopes that she’s happy. Since then, he hasn’t taken another mate---instead he’s focused on his mission as an undercover spy in the Winter Court, as well as his sworn duty to both protect Tatiana and watch over Carter. He’s a man, though, and a man with needs, and has spent more than his fair amount of time in The Orchard. The song sang between Nymphs and the Wild Hunt is as old as time after all, and who can blame him for indulging in the animalistic wants of his pack?
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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]
Genre: Superhero/Civilian, Miraculous Ladybug AU, Flirting, Bad puns, Tae = Chat Noir, It’s in France (duh)
Warning(s)?: Did you think I’d leave out the awful persona of Chloe Bourgeois? She’s here folks.
Words: 2.6k
Summary: Taehyung grew up homeschooled his whole life until he finally broke away from his father’s iron grip in highschool. Finally permitted a public education, he’s learned a lot of new things and met new people and of course, experienced the ever-blooming flower of romance. Though, even as sheltered as he was he knew not to go blabbering off that he happened to be one-half of a pair of superheroes that Paris knew all too well. He knew to keep this secret all through high school as he started his college courses. Not even able to tell you.
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Taehyung nearly barrelled out of his house as he looked at the time. He was so exhausted from his patrol last night that he slept through his first 4 alarms and on alarm 5 he was bounding up and throwing on his clothes. Thank god he learned to set out outfits the night before so he’s not taking up time being picky on what to wear to school.
Jeans, gold shirt and black jacket with his clean shoes he swiped his bag from his desk and bolted out of his room. Planting his rear on the stairway railing, he slid down it with skill as he hopped off at the last moment before he was pushing towards the front door.
“I’m leaving!” He screamed into the empty, echo of his home. His home was far too large and grand for his taste. Wealthy family or not, it was overkill to Taehyung and he could frankly do without it and all the memories that it held that have gone cold. He was due to move out eventually, but nothing seemed to ever work out his way; he had some damn rotten luck. Scowling, he slammed the door shut.
Just barling making it in time, he slid into his seat with a slump and an overly dramatic exhale. Hearing the bell not moments after he planted his rear down, he groaned. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before the lesson started and the teacher soon walked in.
Fanning himself with his palm (as if that would relieve him of anything) he pulled his laptop out to take this note just as he did any other day. He was mindlessly taking notes, probably 10 minutes into the lesson as the teacher had dimmed the lights to allow the projector of whatever slide show he was copying down was when the back door of the classroom slid open.
His days as Chat had not only helped him in the physical department, he had some hearing and reflex improvements thanks to it. Looking slightly, he wasn’t the only one to hear the old door creak. Other students back; some holding back snickers others rolling their eyes as studious students being interrupted.
Taehyung leaned forward on his desk, cupping his hand over his mouth as he hid a grin.
“Y/n, everyone can hear you, just sit down,” the teacher announced mid lector. You sprung your crouched body up.
“Yes, ma’am,” you squeaked as you ran and slid into your seat next to Taehyung. Plonking your bag on your lap and pulling out your notebook and pens. He found it utterly precious you still took handwritten notes and even color-coded them or flagged them with small sticky notes and small doddles.
As the lesson moved forward, you noticed the rich boy trying not to laugh at you. You looked over to him as you made eye contact and immediately retracted it. You’ve never been a people person, even back in high school. How fortunate for him that he was able to pull strings and get into the same college as you. His father and he fought over it for weeks, him wanting Taehyung to go to a prestigious school and Taehyung wanting to tone it down and just attend a community campus.
Obviously, Taehyung won.
Another thing he wasn’t, was dumb. He could read people as easy as he could read a book meant for a child. Facial expression and body language was something he was fluent in.
You were a friend of his and he’s held conversations with you before many times. Though, sometimes you would become a shy bumbling mess out of nowhere. He often teased you about it, making it that much worse- or at least making your red face redder.
“Sleep in this morning, did we?” He whispered in a tease at you as you shook your nose at him. An attempt to deter him and his teasing. He pushed his hand into his cheek as he watched you scribble down as many words as you could before the slide of the presentation disappeared and a new one appeared.
When you didn’t quite get everything down, Taehyung was sliding his desk towards you and showing you his laptop with all the information you had missed from the beginning until now. He easily caught up with the teacher and would copy the notes he needed before he saw that you were taking notes directly off his screen. He smiled when you thanked him.
Taehyung was a pretty lenient person who just went with things. Obviously, he had a bone to pick with his father most of the time, but that was a given as he was pampered into discomfort most of his life. Though, there is one other person who can grind his nerves almost immediately.
“Why so late, Y/n?” A primadonna and the well sought after beauty-queen of the campus, despite her lack of any human decency. Kang Huni was probably the lowest tier of people TAehyung wanted to be affiliated with. However, just like his luck, he’s known her a better part of his life because of her father’s power.
Mr. Mayor was the biggest suck up to Taehyung’s family since ever. Taehyung was known for not only his fame in wealthy but his skills in fencing, horseback archy and of course his face. Growing up with a cute face that matured into a handsome one was something he both loved and hated. So, Huni was his only ‘friend’ until he saw how absolutely awful she was.
Not to mention, her prime target seemed to always be you.
You looked up from your seat as Huni swiped your notebook in her hand, you reaching for it and standing up trying to get it back. Huni held it out of your reach before you rounded your desk and started to run in circles to try and get back your notes.
“Handwritten? What are you twelve, look at all those colors! Who still color-codes stuff with such cheap- what are those? Gel pens? Honestly, you’re still living in the past- but I guess you can’t afford much of anything else!” Another thing Taheyung positively loved about you, is your outlook.
You’ve never really been good at money. Growing up you and your father were almost always damn near broke, but even with so little to your names for so long- you both made it work. You stood as a family together and made it so far for so long and we're happy as a duo. Though, two years ago your father got sick and just didn’t get better, leaving you with the little savings he’s kept and the run-down apartment you lived in with him.
It was a top floor apartment, barely large enough to fit two. Now that it was just you, he was decked out in canvas’s, and curtains and framed photos of your family you missed so dearly. Your kitchenette stuck out from your wall as you could view your stove as you sat on your bed that was just a box spring- on its last leg of life- with your mattress and favorite blanket. A blanket that Taehyung got you for your last birthday that happened to be black cat-themed.
You had to do your laundry by hand and hang it out to dry or take it to the laundromat, but you didn’t mind. Your home was small, but it worked and kept your sheltered, so you didn’t complain. Plus, from your part-time job at a barkery, you were able to afford the penny-cheap rent!
How did he know all this? Well, it certainly wasn't because when he’s not on patrol with his partner, he was sitting at your rooftop home with you as Chat Noir. No- not at all. In fact, he got to know you so much better as Chat than as Taehyung. Taehyung wouldn’t be able to talk about all the stuff you and Chat did.
Taehyung sat watching no longer than he could handle before he got up himself. You were still fighting to get your book back, halfway worried the still wet gel would smear when Taehyung took the book from Huni’s hands.
“Is it really necessary to pick on her? Leave her alone, Huni.” Huni just crossed her arms, pouting in a dramatic way as if she was the victim. Taehyung rolled his eyes as he walked to your side, safely placing your notebook into your arms. You sighed as you had them back, unsmeared. “Do you have your club activities now?” You looked up at him.
“I- uh, no. I have to skip today because the bakery is short-staffed so I’m putting in a few more hours.” Taehyung’s brow creased. You already busted your ass working, but he had to act obviously. It wasn’t Taehyung that knew that, it was Chat.
“Alright, then I’ll walk you,” he offered with a smile. You were about to decline when he moved to cup around your ear and whisper to you. “I’ll keep Huni off your back on the way too, to avoid any nasty catfights.” He inwardly laughed at his own stupid pun. At that and the glare Huni was currently giving you, you accepted the walk in a heartbeat.
That night, you were opening up the roof door to your little apartment when you saw outside a black-clad boy sitting gracefully on your balcony. Flicking on your light in your one-room home, the boy turned and smiled at you inside. Waving through the window, you made your way out to him.
“Chat, what have I told you about waiting for me so late?”
Leather-covered, masked with his fake tail and ears, he sat perched on the metal railing as if he wasn’t afraid of falling off at all. Granted with his stick that extended and propelled him around in graceful leaps and bounds, he wouldn’t actually be in danger.
“I had to make sure you came back in one piece, Angel!” He cheered as he called you by the specific name he picked out just for you. His little Angel of luck he was graced with the pleasure of falling for. “Besides,” he pointed to the sky, “the stars were clear and it is the purr-fect night to stargaze with someone to dazzling.”
“I see you’re still a fan of complimenting yourself,” you chuckled.
Chat hopped off the railing and strode towards you, standing tall as he hands were around his back. “I was talking about you, Angel. A dazzling, muffin-smelling girl.” Seeing you flush at his sincerity, he smiled bitterly. It was times like these that he wished so much he could tell you who he was.
Though, after a long talk about it with his partner, he was told that he couldn’t tell anyone. Not even you and it killed him. Keeping something so big from you, lying to you as he kept on selfishly loving you as both Chat Noir and Kim Taehyung.
You noticed that smile of his that bit back the sorrow of his superhero and civilian secrecy. You just linked your arm around his and stepped closer.
“If we’re going to stargaze, I’d rather not from my apartment. How about someone clearer, what do you say?”
Chat just laughed as he moved to hook his arm around your waist, taking his stick from behind his back and extending it. “I’d say you’re feline pretty bold tonight and that you’d better hold on.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tucked your face into his shoulder as he was soon propelling off, taking you god knows where.
He wanted to just keep going until Paris was gone. He wanted to get out of this city with you and never stop just so you could keep holding onto him. Eventually, he stopped and set you back on your feet. You didn’t realize your eyes were squeezed shut until he was telling you to pen them.
You were in awe as you stood up high on the Eifel Tower where the lights complimented the stars. You rose a brow toward him with a smile.
“Eifel Tower, huh? Is it me, or is this a date?” You teased. Chat only winked back towards you.
“What a purr-fect fur-st date then.” You rolled your eyes as his insistent cat puns as he sat you both down when the wind began to blow in gentle gusts. He was far too afraid of letting you even sway so high up. He kept your hand in his and wanted to do nothing more than detransform so he could feel how warm you are. Instead, he was stuck with his leather-clad hands stopping that from happening.
The two of you spent so long just talking. You told him about your newest painting in-progress that happened to be inspired by himself; and watched as he grew dejected at your refusal to show him what you had completed so far.
Chat and Taehyung once again learning more and more about you and before he knew it was he watching as you began to doze off and on. He smiled as he stood up, taking you with him and tucking you to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood in a tired daze, he picked you up and began his trip back to your home.
You were completely out of it when he landed on your rooftop and walked into your home, before tucking you into bed. He’s done this quite a few times now and was always astonished on how you managed to fall asleep and stay asleep as he carried you home- wind and all.
Taking off your shoes, he made sure your hair that was up from your bakery shift was let out before wrapping you up in your black cat blanket. As you slept, he took the moment to detransform, sitting in your home as Kim Taehyung.
His small, palm-sized Kwami floating around at his side.
“It’s bad news to sit around at a girls house this late. She might think you’re a pervert if she sees you.” The Kwami chided with a shrill sense of humor. Taehyung just rolled his eyes, shushing him as he held your hand. They were as soft as they looked as he kissed your knuckles.
“Goodnight, Angel. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow, okay?” He whispered as he placed a kiss to your forehead next. He stuck around a bit longer before he was standing up. He saw the covered canvas tucked in a small little art corner and smiled, not daring to peek like he actually wanted to. Leaving your side and transforming again outside, he was soon quickly bounding back to his wealthy home.
Missing how you woke up in time to see him change from Taehyung to Chat Noir and leap away. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you showed him your painting. You giggled as you got out of bed to look at it so far, sitting in satisfaction.
A painting of Chat Noir that faded into that of Kim Taehyung. Maybe it was the puns he pulled off in his civilian form, or maybe it was the way he treated you so tenderly. Or perhaps, it was the smile that no one could ever replace that lead you to figure out who Chat Noir actually was.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s simply because Kim Taehyung can’t keep a secret to save his life and talking to a floating black cat in the piano room isn’t the best place for a superhero pep talk.
And you love him like that; a big-mouthed superhero with more good luck on his side than he thought.
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[fic] To My Beloved (19/20)
Link: AO3
Pairing: Jason Grace/Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace/Reyna
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Nico di Angelo, son of Juno, may have a small crush on Jason Grace, son of Hades. And he is absolutely, never letting Jason know.
Preview:
“Io, Saturnalia, Jason.”
#jasico#jason grace#nico di angelo#pjo#hoo#fic#to my beloved#dearly departed affiliated#over the rainbow affiliated#no guesses only read
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GI Joe: Remixed, Grootslang
Grootslang (named after a monstrous serpent from South African folklore) is Cobra Commander’s elite personal goon squad. While technically members of the Crimson Guard, in reality. they answer only to CC and Croc Master (whom we have made CC’s chief of security, and one day I hope to do a post about him)
It comprises (note, everything that follows was created by Night_stalker, I am just porting it to tumblr)...
Name: Alexander Popov
Codename: Apep
DOB: August 12, 1987
Former Affiliation: Russian Spetsnaz, 45th Guards Independent Reconnaissance Battalion
Specialty: Long Range Threat Neutralization
Orientation: Hetero.
Bio: Originally studying to be an art student, he joined the Army after times got rather tough, financially. Discovering a talent for sniping, he was slotted into Spetsnaz soon after joining. However, Popov was discharged after an op in Ukraine went South, involving considerable amounts of property damage and civilian casualties. More worrying for the Russians was the fact that apparently, some news crews caught the incident on TV, which is what really caused the tea cups to rattle in Moscow. As the highest ranked survivor of the incident, he was given a inquest, blamed, shown the door, and told to not come back. Intel suggests that the verdict was contested, heavily so, behind closed doors.
Dissatisifed with the world, and lacking any family or friends, he wandered the globe, utilizing his sharpshooting skills to pay the bar tabs he racked up along the way. While passing through Eastern Europe, he was hired on for security at a party where The Baroness was attending. Apparently, she stormed off to one of the art galleries to distract herself, and they got to chatting about art. She offered him a spot in Cobra, and his skills, combined with her endorsement earned him a spot in the best of the best.
Hobbies: Sharpshooting, Art collection/appreciation, Painting (Models and oil paintings).
Name: Carol Spencer
Codename: Crotalus
DOB: December 2, 1987
Former Affiliation: Central Intelligence Agency Special Activities Center, Special Operations Group
Specialty: Counterintelligence
Orientation: Bisexual
Bio: Born as a Army brat bouncing around internationally, Carol picked up quite a few things. A knack for languages, a inability to take shit from anyone, friends all over the place, and most of all, a searing hatred for her abusive father. So naturally, on her 18th birthday, her idea of celebrating was a punch to his nose and a quick trip over to the Marine recruiter's office. Couple tours of duty later, Carol was all but ready to retire from being a jarhead, or at least ready to take some leave. Alas, a spook from the State Department disagreed, and naturally, pressed the matter. Shockingly, she fit right in there, a fact which shocked both her and her superiors. After awhile though, she started having ethical qualms about what they were doing. Too much red in her ledger, she felt. She wanted out, and was willing to go to the press over the matter.
Alas, hindsight says you probably should sweep your house for bugs before making appointments with a reporter. She walked into that cafe a decorated hero, a scion of a long military family. She ran out of there a wanted criminal, with her former co-workers in hot pursuit. Shockingly, when you burn someone, they tend to want revenge. In this case, it meant Cobra. She'd only heard whispers about them, but that was reason enough for her to seek them out. Trading some of her evidence for a job, she parlayed her honed talents into a rapid ascension up the ranks.
Hobbies: Learning new languages, Ham radio, Photography, Geocaching, and Acting.
Name: Eline Luiten
Codename: Echinda
DOB: January 14, 1983
Former Affiliation: Penose
Specialty: Demolitions
Orientation: Lesbian.
Bio: Born into a family of criminals, Eline grew up not wishing to follow in her parents footsteps. Instead, she was interested in becoming a chemical engineer, and going straight. However, after she got her degree, the Recession happened, and being a recent hire, was let go. Desperate to pay off student loans, she went right back to her family, and was welcomed in with open arms. Turning her talents to more lucractive lines of work, she soon fell back into her old ways, manufacturing drugs and on occasion more exotic materials.
Soon, her talents shifted from making ectasy and heroin into making RDX and other substances. This tied in nicely with her changing politics, leading her into more radical steps. This was a rather bad idea, as the Dutch police were closing in on her, and the family wasn't going to stick their necks out for a radical. So she was forced to flee, literally barely making it out the window of her workspace before a team of BSB operatives kicked down her front door.
Now on the run with little to lose and a burning hatred of the government, she drifted, until Cobra gave her a chance at revenge.
Hobbies: Political commentary, Urban Exploration, Parkour, and Debating.
Name: Lily Shen
Codename: Lamia
DOB: Redacted
Former Affiliation: Section G, Division 4, Hong Kong Police Department
Specialty: Close Protection
Orientation: Hetero.
Bio: Born to British ExPats in Hong Kong, Lily grew up in a orderly household. So naturally, she joined the police force as soon as she got old enough. There, she developed a hobby for martial arts, which suited her fiery temperament just fine, and helped earn her a transfer into the VIP Protection unit. People were whispering that she was on the fast track to being a captain, if not higher.
However, those plans were derailed. A corruption scandal occurred, and some of her political opponents used it to force her out of the department. The fact that her attitude was rather fiery at best didn't help matters anyway. Left without a job, and feeling betrayed by the organization she'd worked at for years, she remembered a old contact she'd made over in Japan, and gave him a call.
Storm Shadow was rather surprised to get a contact from Shen, but agreed to put her in contact with a recruiter, seeing the value in having a former police officer on the payroll. From there, she was rapidly promoted to the Crimson Guard, where she fit right on in.
Hobbies: Meditation, Martial arts, Blackjack (Chinese and conventional), and Parkour.
Name: Filip Tadych
Codename: Perun
DOB: June 19th, 1983
Former Affiliation: JW GROM
Specialty: General Combat
Orientation: Het
Bio: Filip was born back in the final days of the Polish People's Republic, which caused considerable gaps in his records to emerge. The first concrete records that Cobra has access to suggests he joined the Polish Army at the age of 18, and after a couple of years, was transferred into GROM where he excelled in the high stress environment.
However, he soon wound up being shown the door, when some rather unsettling political ties were uncovered, mostly through friends and some distant family members. While he himself didn't actually express any of them, he was still asked to leave the army.
Furious, he became a solider of fortune, wherein he made a few contacts, the most important of which was one Apep, who he wound up in a bar brawl with in Tunisa. Once the local police arrived though, they promptly joined up and proceeded to smack down the cops and flee. The resulting 9 hour drive to the border did actually make them fairly solid friends.
Hobbies: Tennis, Baking, dart throwing, and rock stacking.
Name: Karena LesProux
Codename: Orleans
DOB: February 18th, 1979
Former Affiliation: 11th Parachute Brigade, French Army
Specialty: Tactics
Orientation: Formerly Het (Married, 2 children), currently Bi, dating Nina of Crimson Guard
Bio: Karena had it all, a loving husband, a solid army career, and two wonderful children. However, that was all a sham, as her husband was an artist as he called himself, while Karena called him a drunken slob, as well as other, more insulting terms. This was usually about the time he attacked her, so as one can imagine, their relationship was not very solid. Karena endured it for two solid reasons. The first being that, as her drunken asshat of a husband was the son of a prominent politician, she would be subjected to quite a bit of harassment from him and his ilk. The second reason was her children, who she loved very much. So she endured the fists and occasional rolling pin thrown her way, bottling up her rage deep inside.
One night, that all changed. Instead of going after her, he made a move towards the kids room, while still holding a rolling pin. According to her, she saw red, and next thing she knew, her husband was lying on the ground, dead, with a steak knife sticking out of his throat. While her first instinct was to call the police, something stopped her. Namely, that she was likely going to be convicted of murder, and sent away to prison, as well as separated from her beloved children. So instead, she made a call to a former coworker she had run into while serving in the French Army.
Meanwhile, in a Terror-Dome near the Med, Turul's ringtone went off, as luck would have it, in the middle of a rather boring meeting. One rapid conversation later, he was booking a flight out to his homeland, and she was packing up the kids to go visit "Uncle Francois" in Nice for a few days. Surprisingly, she fit right in with Cobra, while her kids were off in a nice high quality daycare, she was in a environment she loved dearly. In fact, if anything, she loved it more, knowing she wasn't going to have to hold herself back in the field any more.
Hobbies: Wine tasting, Clay Sculpting, The Werewolves of Millers Hollow, and Knitting.
(These were the first sets of OCs Night_stalker created for us, though the last two were edited in later, which is why they don’t quite fit and mention other OCs)
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