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greatooglymooglyyy · 16 days

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It's Never Over (C. S.)

contains: 2nd person pov, angst, somewhat toxic relationship, verbal argument, relationship issues, kissing, smut (softdom!chris), overstimulation, angry/make up sex, unprotected sex, 3.4k words

a/n: hi friends. this is apart of the triple threat event sooo don't forget to go see my babies @luv4kozume and @rootbeerworshiper for two more fics for your smutty needs. j will be posting in one hour and sienna is an hour after that.

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Maybe we’re too young.

The thought bounces around your head uncontrollably as you watch Chris move silently through the kitchen from your perch on the counter. You haven’t been home long- maybe 10 minutes- but after the day you’ve had, the silence feels like a jab.

“So,” you start, raising your eyebrow as he pulls out a drink and leans against the counter across from you. “How do you think the pictures will turn out?”

He gives you a tired look, seemingly trying to gauge whether your question is a trap. “I actually really fucked with it. It’s a new look for us.”

You two had spent the entire day on the set of a photo and promo shoot for Fresh Love’s new line of products. He was right about it being a new look and he’d gone all out for the launch; the shoot had been completely 90s-themed to match the vibe of the products and he’d recruited some influencers to model.

Not that you were keeping track or anything, but the original idea had been yours and you’d put countless hours in helping him execute it. That isn’t to say you minded at all... at least not until today.

“I’m glad it’s exactly how you envisioned it.” You say, testing the waters unsure if you wanted to raise the issue again.

But Chris takes the bait and groans. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t even say anything, Chris. But I just don’t understand why my input stops being taken seriously as soon as other people are around.”

“Did you ever stop and consider that maybe my photoshoot wasn’t the place for you to start a random ass argument?”

“I wasn’t trying to start one. And my bad, I didn’t realize you stopped being my boyfriend when you walked on a set.” Your eyes narrow as you stare him down, irritation at the situation resurfacing.

He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. “I don’t but it’d be cool if my girlfriend supported me on days like this instead of adding more stress.”

Your eyes grow wide and you look around dramatically. “I’m sorry? Is that not all I do? Planning with you. Pitching ideas. Running around finding any little thing I can do to help? You wouldn’t even have the new product ideas without me.”

He throws his hands up in surrender, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “And I’m grateful, baby. You know I am. I’m not saying you’re not important to me. I’m saying it can’t always be about you.”

“Can it sometimes be about me?” You question, feeling like you’re losing your mind. “I would never have an entire photoshoot full of influencers and not even ask you to join. Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

“Oh my-” He laughs out harshly, turning away for a second and then turning back. “I knew that’s what this was about. The team wanted people with over a million, not me-”

“And who owns Fresh Love, Chris? Don’t act like you have no control.”

“I own it, but it’s not just me who runs it. How stupid would I be if I hired a marketing team and didn't fucking listen to them?” His voice raises slightly and he shakes his head, attempting to regain composure.

“Probably as stupid as I looked pulling up to the set and looking for hair and makeup. You should have told me.” With that you slide off of the counter, intending to let the argument die there and go to bed but he follows behind you.

“How are you mad at me because you assumed you were modeling? I never said that. I invited you to the set like I do every time because You. Are. My. Girlfriend.” He claps to emphasize his points and you spin to glare at him.

“I’m not just your girlfriend, Chris. I work hard on my content just like you.” You say defensively. The decision to even begin posting was his idea so you can’t believe how unsupported you feel.

“And I'm so proud of you. You know I am.” He says with sincerity, bringing a hand to his chest. “But you aren’t..." His sentence trails off and he gives you an uncomfortable look.

“What?” You challenge, knowing exactly where this is going. “Say it. Tell me how little I matter since I haven’t hit the right numbers yet.”

He rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s business. And they asked for people with reach. What did you want me to do?”

“Fight for me, Chris. That’s what I expected you to do.” You turn and head over to your dresser, snatching out your favorite oversized t-shirt and changing quickly.

Chris leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching you intensely until you finally face him with a scowl. “Stop following me.”

“I just can’t believe this is how you want to end this night. Why can’t you celebrate this win with me?” He asks, annoyance coating his tone.

“Go celebrate with Brooke. You two looked comfy today.” You suggest as you pass him to head into the bathroom.

Behind you, he barks out a laugh of disbelief before whispering something under his breath. You don’t even bother asking him to speak up, grabbing your makeup remover instead.

“So what’s that supposed to mean, huh? You're gonna start throwing accusations at me now?” He sounds absolutely over the conversation but won’t walk away to cool off. It’s a flaw you have in common.

“Just saying Addison has twice the followers as her but somehow you put her centerstage. I mean, I thought this was a numbers game.” You say, refusing to look over at him as you lather your face wash.

If you’re being completely honest, it’s not like you actually believe Chris would ever cheat on you. One thing Chris has always been is loyal to a fault. But right now you're itching for a reaction. No matter how you have to get it.

“You have to be fucking kidding.” He says, reacting exactly like you expected him to. “When the fuck would I be cheating on you?”

“How am I supposed to know? People make time for what’s important to them.” You say, letting your voice take on a nonchalant tone as you pat your face dry.

“That’s so fucking stupid and you know it. Look, I’m sorry you’re not where you want to be in your career but don’t take it out on me.” He grinds out, his voice thick with distaste.

You spin to face him, your eyebrows high. There it is. At least he finally said it. “Wow, Chris. Tell me how you really feel.”

“Y/N.” He says, rubbing his eyes roughly. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do you think I could buy a shoutout, Mr. Six Mill? Only if you have time, of course.” You drawl, pressing your hands together into a begging gesture.

“Tell me what you want to hear, baby. Tell me what I need to say to end this conversation.” He says, stepping toward you but you take a step back instead, leaning against the sink.

“How about an apology? How about recognizing that I worked hard on this launch too and deserved to be a part of it? Anything except this condescending bullshit.”

He drops to his knees dramatically, looking up at you with a faux pleading look on his face. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Please forgive me.”

You shake your head and curl your lip up in disgust. “Yeah. ‘Cause everything’s a joke, right?”

Chris blows out a huff of irritation and stands up, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and spinning you around to face the mirror. He presses himself into your back and meets your eye in the reflection as he runs his hands up and down your body. “Aren’t you tired of arguing yet?”

Your gaze drops to his hands, watching as he slowly and methodically slides up your oversized t-shirt and rubs teasingly at your inner thighs.

"You know I love you." He whispers, his grip tightening as he trails higher, grazing your heat before dipping his hands back down.

“Do you?” You question childishly, heat flooding your body as his hands travel your skin. He leans in close, the cool breath of his words sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me prove how much.”

Part of you wants to snatch away from him and refuse to reward his arrogance. But there is something so erotic about the way his eyes stay locked on yours as he moves in closer to where you need him most. Without your permission your body melts into his, the muscle memory from every other time he’s made you feel this way activating naturally.

You turn your head to look at him full-on instead of the reflection, the slight flush on his face from the arguing turning you on even more. “Nah. Prove how much you need me.”

If Chris is at all surprised by your demand, he doesn’t show it. He just walks you closer to the sink and spins you around by the waist to face him. His blue eyes are so coated with lust and frustration they seem almost brown under the harsh bathroom lighting.

He lifts you onto the counter, pausing only for the barest of seconds before crashing his lips against yours. The sudden movement pushes the back of your head into the mirror but you barely feel it over the heat and pressure of his kiss.

His hand travels under your shirt, his fingertips grazing your nipple with a frustratingly delicate touch that has you groaning into his mouth. You pull away, drawing a shudder out of him when you lightly nip his bottom lip as you do.

“Stop wasting my time.” You demand, your hands fiddling with the bottom of his shirt in a hint for him to take it off.

He does with a roll of his eyes before he comes back, placing a firm hand on the back of your neck and bringing you closer. “You can drop the attitude now. You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Pain flashes through you again briefly as you consider the possibility that this is the only thing you two will ever agree on wanting but you push it down and lean in to run a tongue over his collarbone. “Shut up and prove it like you said you would.”

A smirk grows across his face before he nods and kneels down slowly, pushing open your legs and roughly snatching off your thin underwear. Pushing your legs open wider, he buries his face in your inner thighs and peppers lingering kisses on them as he trails closer to your heat.

When he finally reaches it, it’s clear he’s not done taking his time as he runs his tongue through your folds purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You push at his shoulders in annoyance and he chuckles darkly, only making your wetness grow despite yourself.

The first kiss he places on your clit is slow and shallow before he leans back to find your eyes. “I always forget how fucking pretty you are.” He says as he smooths a thumb over you before diving back in with a new urgency.

There’s reverence in the way his tongue circles your clit, the movements somehow both precise and desperate. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you find yourself grinding your hips up to chase your pleasure, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips.

You don’t need to glance down to feel his eyes on you, baby blue and laser-focused as he peers up to gauge your reaction, alternating expertly between sucking and flicking his tongue. But instead of giving him the reaction he wants, you press your fist into your mouth and work to keep your face a mask. You’re determined to grant him as little praise as possible, leftover anger spurring on your pettiness.

Smiling against your core at the challenge, he readjusts his hold on you, slinging one of your legs lazily onto his shoulder before locking his arms around your thighs to keep you still. He pulls fully away and you finally snap your eyes to his, a protest on the tip of your tongue.

“I can do this all night and still make sure you never come. Stop playing with me.” His voice is like velvet as he warns you, not even pausing for your response before he buries himself back in. He taps your leg, signaling for you to hold it before he readjusts to add his fingers, swirling them around teasingly before pumping them inside to stretch you out.

All of your pride flies out the window as he fucks into you with his fingers, finding your g spot easily and caressing it. Flinging your head from side to side and calling his name wildly, you feel a familiar pressure building inside of you. “Please, Chris.” You beg as you tangle your hands into his hair.

His pace only increases when he realizes you are close, his moans against your clit sending vibrations through your body and driving you even crazier. You tug his hair lightly as your body tightens and grind your hips against his fingers to ride out your orgasm.

Chris pauses and removes his fingers slowly before placing one last kiss on your throbbing heat. He comes up with his breathing unsteady and a look of pure triumph on his face as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

Your legs are still trembling slightly as you slide off of the counter and pull his face down to yours. This kiss feels different, like coming home, and you can tell he feels the same. He kisses you back like he loves you like the taste of you is air and he’s suffocating.

It’s been a while since you two were desperate enough to leave marks on each other’s skin but he does tonight. And you let him without a single thought to the effort of covering them up, too focused on his tongue working over the sweet spots of your neck.

You reach down fumbling with his belt impatiently as your breathing goes ragged, and free his hardened length, stroking it slowly.

His lips freeze on your throat as he thrusts into your hand before he yanks away and spins you back around, pressing his palm into your back and kicking your feet apart to give him access.

You feel his tip nudge against your entrance, slipping down further to tease your clit briefly, your only warning before he slides inside of you. A cry tears out of you as he rolls his hips into yours, bottoming out.

You’re still soaked from your orgasm but as he stretches you out around him, you feel yourself coat him even more and he groans. “My pretty girl. Best fucking feeling in the world.” He pushes your shirt further up your back, his fingertips trailing your spine lightly as he continues to thrust into you.

Squirming with a need for him to go faster, you push your hips up to meet his, forcing him deeper and making you both curse. He takes the hint, wrapping his hand tightly around your shirt for leverage before setting a brutal rough pace.

Your vision starts to blur so you close them as you try to hold on to the counter for stability. With your eyes squeezed tightly closed, it’s almost easy to pretend the tears swelling up are from the intensity of the moment and not from everything that came before.

Because it’s nothing if not intense, your stomach pressing into the sink as he slams inside of you roughly. His free hand grips the counter so hard his knuckles turn white and he keeps up his insane pace. His name slips from your mouth as a moan, seeming to spur him on as he increases his tempo even more.

“That’s right, baby. What’s my name?” The sound of his voice barely breaks through your fucked out trance and you lift your head to see him through the mirror.

The sight of him almost pushes you right over the edge immediately and you watch him in a sort of fascination. The way his muscles strain with his movement, his slightly open mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip. But it’s the wink he throws you when he notices you watching that has you contracting around him for the second time tonight.

This orgasm tears through you like a wave and you lose all control as Chris fucks you through it, never missing a stroke. If you had it in you to be embarrassed right now, you would be mortified at the things you say at this moment. Making promises, calling him names you never thought you’d utter, telling him exactly who you belong to.

When you come down, Chris’ pace slows and he pulls you up to face him. He watches you tenderly before he lifts the shirt from over your head and kisses you deeply.

He leads you to your bedroom and lays you down at the center of the bed, climbing on top of you slowly.

He enters you again with a gasp and you bring your mouth up to his to swallow it, his hand traveling up to lightly circle your neck. You moan in contentment and he makes a sound of approval from the back of his throat as he begins to thrust.

His strokes are slow and as deep as he can make them, his hands roaming your body as his tongue explores your mouth. There’s emotion laced in every snap of his hip and you know him well enough to understand every message. I love you. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.

Pleasure coils around you as his thumb finds your clit and circles it, coaxing you closer to the finish line as he drops his head near your ear. His hips stuttering tell you he’s close and you bring your mouth up to his ear to whisper. “Come for me.”

He groans loudly in response, fighting not to lose control yet. “You first.”

“I already did!”

“I don’t care. Give me one more.”

At his words, he pulls himself up and angles himself deeper, finding your g spot and plowing into it mercilessly. You drag your nails down his back, yours arching up off the bed. “Chris, I can’t.”

He shushes you softly, his lips claiming yours again as he continues to push into you. Ultimately it’s his muffled moan of “fuck” against your mouth that sends you over the edge, your face screwed up from an erotic mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.

You know you can’t take much more but Chris follows right behind you, dropping his head on your shoulder and moaning your name into it.

You lay there breathing heavily, skin to skin, for a while before you tap his back and he slides out of you. Awkwardness settles between you, so thick you’re not sure what to do with it so you stand wordlessly and head for a shower.

Your thoughts race as you scrub the remnants of him off your skin. The words you threw back and forth play on repeat in your brain as you wonder how to fix what’s between you before it’s too late.

The bathroom door opens and you watch through the streamy glass as Chris settles on the counter. The same counter he had you bent over not long ago.

You step out of the shower and grab your robe, all the while avoiding his eye contact. This is the part you hate the most. The part that never ends. Because neither of you knows how to force it to end.

He clears his throat, gesturing for you to come to him when you finally meet his eyes. Once you are standing between his legs, he pushes your wet hair out of your face gently as he studies your face. “You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?”

The nod you give is reluctant and slow. It’s never been a question of if Chris loves you. Just a question of whether he appreciates you.

But he continues this time, his eyes holding a fierce sort of intensity. “I’d give this all up for us if I had to. My whole platform if it means I can wake up next to you.”

Your breath hitches at this and you feel the tears threatening to fall so you bury your face in his shoulder, letting him pull your body into his.

And you hope. Hope that his words are more than just words. Hope that you’re not too young to keep each other from slipping between your fingers.

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ragingduststorm · 4 months

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Love's not a competition

No, I didn't like Rebel Moon. Yes, I still wrote about 20 pages of self-insert fanfiction. I just love Atticus Noble and Kai too much, so yeah. I don't know if I'll ever post the rest, but I loved this threesome scene from the second to last chapter so much. Enjoy!

What happened so far: Y/N used to be a smuggler and in a relationship with Kai, she got imprisoned by the Imperium and both thought the other was dead. Y/N was later "found" by Atticus, he developed an unhealthy obsession with her, it was all really toxic tbh. A lot of stuff happened, now the war is over, the Imperium is no more, Atticus and Y/N live a quiet life with Kai as a frequent visitor.

Word count: ~2,1k

Warning: absolute smut fest, 18+, threesome, oral (male receiving), p in v, polyamory, a bit of voyeurism, a bit of praise Y/N uses she/her pronouns Atticus Noble post redemption arc so he's actually kinda nice (still a bit obsessive though)

Atticus arrived back at the cottage in a good mood. He’d bartered their excess of eggs and mushrooms away successfully and none of the people in the village had given him a dirty look or a mean comment. The first time in the four months he’d lived on this planet. This way of living, stationary, surrounded by nature and community, was still strange to him but it was necessary. It was either this or a cold prison cell on a distant moon. And this way, at least she was here to greet him when he came back.

His mood soured though as he saw the ship that had landed on the landing strip. Kai was back. Of course, Atticus’ luck had run out. He’d wished so hard for the ship to crash, for Kai to be stranded on an icy planet, freezing to death. But then, Y/N would have been sad and grieving. And as much as he didn’t want the other man here, her happiness was more important to him. He braced himself as he entered through the main door, reminding himself that he’d agreed to this. This way, Y/N was his. It didn’t matter that she also belonged to someone else. What he hadn’t been ready for, were the lewd noises emanating from one of the bedrooms. Moans, wet skin slapping against wet skin, the creak of the bed. At least they’d been nice enough not to use the bedroom he’d shared with her most nights. But now he just stood there, in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do with himself. Should he just go out, take a walk? What if they still weren’t done when he came back? Atticus remembered the hours upon hours they had spent together. And even when he’d been spent, her ravenous appetite had kept them going until he was ready again. His cock throbbed with the memories.

For a second, he thought about spending the night in the barn. But he had no idea how long Kai was planning to stay before flying off into the universe again and Atticus could hardly sleep with the animals for weeks. Well, he could. He imagined it would be similar to being back in the barracks at the academy. But he really didn’t want to. This was his home too, after all. So, he quietly made his way to his bedroom and sat on the bed. His bed, their bed, it was all still very new and complicated to him. And the bad thing was, he could still hear them going at it. From her hoarse screams he could deduce that she’d come at least once and that she wasn’t anywhere close to being done. He knew that he really, really shouldn’t, but he closed his eyes and imagined she was making those noises because of him. She’d only done it last night, so it wasn’t hard to conjure up the image. When she’d sat on his face and come on his tongue. He’d practically begged her to do it. Nothing compared to her taste. And then she’d slid effortlessly onto him, all wet and tight. With some embarrassment he realized he’d been stroking himself through his pants. Yesterday he’d appreciated these loose garments for how easy they were to take off, now he hated them.

Air. That’s what he needed right now. He stood up a little too fast, too eager to escape these sounds and he felt lightheaded. His cock was still hard and throbbing, but he was determined. Until he left the bedroom and saw that the door at the end of the short hall was slightly ajar. Her screams were now muffled. Was she biting into a pillow? Into his flesh? Atticus touched the bruise on his neck she’d left last night, right at the end. Surely, they were so enraptured with each other, they wouldn’t notice if he took a quick peak. But what was he hoping to see? She would be filled by another. Someone who, admittedly, was slightly larger than he was, in more ways than one. Would he break when he saw Kai thrusting into her, his huge arms wrapped around her? Would he even see her under this hunk of a man? Still, he was curious. To see her taken by someone else. Was she different with him? More demure? Submissive? Or was she unapologetically taking what she wanted?

He'd taken a few silent steps toward the door without thinking. She screamed Kai’s name over and over. She must have been close again. Another two steps and he could see the light through the crack. If he focused hard he could make them out, two shapes made into one, Kai thrusting into her from behind, her face buried inside a pillow. Now he could make out Kai’s grunting and see the glistening beats of sweat trailing down his muscled form. Would he be able to hold on a little longer or would he come? Inside or on her back? Atticus thought of his white ropes on her. Her face, her breasts, her ass. All marking her as his. He had to palm himself through the pants because the aching was unbearable. His cock wanted nothing more than to break out and join. To hammer into her. Y/N came screaming Kai’s name. As she did, she looked up from the pillow. Right into Atticus’ eyes. He'd inadvertently made another step towards the door. He froze, unable to think of anything to do as she held his gaze with a smirk. She licked her lips absentmindedly. Kai followed her eyes as he noticed her attention was no longer on him, not completely at least.

Atticus had expected the man to be angry, to shout at him to leave them alone. Instead, he had the biggest, laziest grin on his face as he slowed his pace, now pounding into her slowly, savouring every movement. “You know you’re free to join us, right?”, he was a little out of breath but his voice was calm, like Atticus hadn’t just interrupted them during the most intimate moment imaginable. Kai’s one hand played with her backside, her ass, the spot where he disappeared into her, her asshole. Atticus felt a pang of rage and jealousy. That sweet spot he’d caressed so many times with his tongue felt, more than any other part of her, like his. Kai’s other hand slowly made its way up her body. Along her smooth skin, now slightly wet, kneading her breasts, caressing her face. Atticus realized Kai didn’t try to be possessive, he was inviting him in, showing him all the places on her that were still empty.

“I…I couldn’t, I”, Atticus stammered eloquently. Never before had he felt so much like a fool. He wanted to run, to hide away from the shame he felt. Until she said his name. “Atticus.” It was barely more than a whisper, but the need in her voice drove him crazy. He'd never been able to say no to her when she’d said his name like that. She could have anything she wanted when she said his name and he would forever give her anything he had, anything he was, just so she’d never stop saying it. “Look at that pretty mouth. All empty.” Kai’s voice was an irresistible purr now. As if in a trance, Atticus walked towards the bed, towards their eager, hungry eyes. Y/N’s gaze darted from his eyes down to the obvious bulge in her pants and she licked her lips in anticipation. She was so hungry, so desperate for him, to fill her up. As he stood at the end of the bed, Y/N reached out to cup him. His eyes closed involuntarily. And when he opened them again, she’d taken him out. His cock looked huge in her small hands and it twitched like a wild animal. He gazed along her body toward where the other man was buried inside her. The gap between them was shorter than he’d anticipated. If he’d wanted, he could hunch over and kiss him. But he lost his train of thought as Y/N’s mouth slowly descended onto him and her hand kneaded his balls. “Oh, you’re going to love this.”, Kai said, as he began thrusting into her. Slowly at first, matching the pace she set working on devouring Atticus’ cock.

He was right. Of course, Atticus has had his fingers in her mouth several times when he’d thrust into her. Or his cock in her mouth as she came on his tongue. But this was something different altogether. This was heaven. He could feel her moans reverberating from his tip all through his body. Every one of Kai’s lazy thrusts sent another wave of pleasure along her and into him. Y/N had always been good at taking him, but now it was like she didn’t even want to breathe. Again and again he hit the back of her throat, burying himself in that wetness, her teeth lightly crazing his sensitive skin. She chased him every time he moved back, her tongue greedily licking his shaft whenever he took a short break. He’d thought she’d been ravenous before, but this was something else. Saliva mixed with his own slick coated her throat, her lips, fell down in drops before she could swallow them. After a while, he realized it wasn’t her setting the pace anymore, neither was it Kai. It was Atticus. Every time he thrust back into her mouth, the other man followed. He wasn’t even sure, if Y/N had any breaks between her orgasms or if she only felt one gigantic bout of extasy. “God, you’re so tight, princess. You’re doing so well.” Kai’s words unexpectedly sent Atticus over the edge. He exploded into Y/N’s mouth before he could stop himself. He couldn’t even scream her name, his thoughts were so jumbled. And she swallowed every last drop of him without complaint. The only thing he could see in her glazed eyes was pure bliss. Once he was completely spent, she let him go with a lewd pop that sent shivers down his spine. But instead of letting him go, she caressed the top of his legs, kissing and biting his abdomen.

“I think our little princess is spent.”, Kai said with a small laugh. Y/N didn’t speak. She just hummed in agreement. Kai stopped thrusting and just stayed inside her. “Don’t you want to-“ Atticus was surprised by how exhausted he sounded. His voice almost didn’t feel like his own. “No need. I’m sure I will have ample opportunity to fill her up over the next two weeks.”, Kai said with a wink and Atticus could feel himself blushing slightly. What? Atticus Noble didn’t blush. Slowly, Kai slid out of Y/N, who commented with a mumble that sounded exhausted, but a little disappointed. “I need a shower. She climbed me the second I got off the ship.” He slapped her ass and she winced. He got off the bed with a groan and Atticus hoped he hadn’t noticed how Atticus’ stare had lingered on his still hard cock for a second. “You take care of her for me until I get back.” Kai patted him on the shoulder hard, like they were the best of mates, like they hadn’t just shared the same woman, and left for the bathroom.

Y/N was on her knees and visibly shaking from exhaustion. Atticus went to the bedside table and gave her a glass of water from the carafe that had conveniently been placed there. “Thanks.”, her voice was so hoarse, he could barely understand her. Then he helped tuck her into the bed since she was shivering. But he didn’t join. That was for Kai to do when he came back. Instead, Atticus went to his knees on the side of the bed and stroked her hair. He pressed a soft kiss on her temple and wiped some of the saliva away that was still coating her jaw. The weak smile she gave him made him want to crawl right up in bed with her. Another time. Still shaky, she put a hand on his cheeks. “I love you, Atticus.” “I love you, Y/N.” She had been right. The first time he’d said these words, they hadn’t been true. He had been obsessed with her and the way she had made him feel. But now, after everything they had been together, the war, the pain, he meant it. If this wasn’t love, then he didn’t want whatever the hell it was.

#rebel moon #atticus noble #kai #smut #atticus noble x reader #kai x reader

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multifandoms27-blog · 1 year

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It's time to d-d-dress up!

Halloween is probably my favorite holiday. I really like horror and being scared. You could say I'm a thrill seeker. Anyway, enjoy this filler while I work on other stuff lol

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Content: Various Yugioh people x gn!Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes (Yami Marik) but no actual sex so it's still SFW, unsure whether or not Yami Marik's fake blood is actual blood

Notes: Halloween is my favorite holiday. I wish I could do this for every fandom I write for, but that'd be too much for me right now, sadly. I'll probably do one or two more, but that's about it

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❥Yugi Muto

You and Yugi would obviously go with a couples costume.

He would be the dark magician, and you would either be dark magician girl or celtic guardian (they get shipped the most with dark magcian)

You two probably wouldn't trick or treat, probably just party with your friends while helping grandpa hand out candy

Would kiss you as much as you were comfortable with, because you just look so pretty/handsome to him

He's also grateful that you decided to match with him this year

Takes a shit ton of selfies to remember this moment and to post on his story/social media

Before Halloween, he probably would have spent all of October decorating the shop with you

Would absolutely want to make certain cut out cookies with you, he thinks the ghost ones are cute

Very wholesome Halloween. 100/10.

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❥Atem

You already know mans isn't original with Halloween costume ideas

He'd go as an Egyptian Pharaoh and would like it if you went as his queen/king, though he wont force you

He wont know what Halloween is about until you tell him, he's just a confused old man lol

He would love being in Pharaoh-like clothing again after so long. He'd proably try tanning the entirity of October, then be confused when there isn't much of a difference.

Help him, he's trying his best lol

Would also help you decorate if you asked, but he'd be asking questions non stop about the meaning of lights and window stickers. He doesn't take "tradition" or "it's fun" as an answer lol

A little annoying, but still wholesome. 8/10.

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❥Seto Kaiba

Seto isn't crazy about Halloween. It's six days after his birthday, that's the only way he remembers the holiday exists every year.

Because he's not crazy about the holiday, he hasn't dressed up for it since his parents were alive

Mokuba still dresses up, and he tries his hardest to get Seto to as well, but it just never happens. You're not an exception, unfortunately

Unless you get a blue eyes white dragon onesie.

He'll go as himself then, and you're his trusty dragon

Otherwise, he won't care about dressing up and will let you go as whatever, so long as its outside of the scandalous range. He's very much in the public eye, remember? He's also a raging virgin, so leave the risque costumes for private time

He'll probably especially enjoy it if you tell him it doubles as a birthday present

Either very funny or very boring. 5/10.

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❥Joey Wheeler

He'd probably be the cheesiest motherfucker out of them all

Would definitely have you two go as matching vampires or werewolves

He has such a generic look on horror and monsters in general

Dude you literally play duel monsters, there's more than just vampires and werewolves-

Would buy cheap fake blood that ends up staining your skin for a week after.

It would also strangely taste like apples?

You should probably go to a hospital after the party

Halloween with Joey is accidentally lethal. My kind of party. 10/10.

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❥Marik Ishtar

Dude I have no fucking idea what he'd be, and therefore neither would he lol

He has 0 creativity when it comes to this, so usually he'll turn to you for costume ideas

Would also be like Joey with the cheesy, overdone costumes

I can really only see him being werewolf and you being little red riding hood

He'd probably get a kick out of that, in multiple ways...

Marik doesn't understand Halloween decorations, but if it makes you happy, he guesses he'll help you put stuff up

Absolutely sneaks candy for himself though

Pretty average Halloween. 5/10.

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❥Yami Marik

Absolutely a vampire. No. Shh. Shut up. I am taking ZERO criticism on this one.

He takes it all the way. He's basically a blond, Egyptian dracula lol

He'll probably have you not dress up so he can be the vampire that corrupts you

He takes it a little too far, biting your neck with his fake fangs in

He also sprays fake blood on himself and everywhere else, but you're not entirely sure it's fake blood...

Like Marik, he also sneaks candy for himself, but very openly. He knows you can't do anything to him anyways

Yami Marik will help you put up decorations once he learns just how spooky Halloween is supposed to be

If you were hoping for a cuter Halloween, where children weren't afraid of approaching your house, then kick Yami Marik out until Halloween is over lol

Terrifying Halloween, but a great 'afterparty.' 7/10.

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Why Not Me?

Chapter 6

[Ch. 1] [Ch. 2] [Ch. 3] [Ch. 4] [Ch. 5]

[I've decided this is the final full chapter! I'll be posting an epilogue at some point soon but I'm not sure how long it'll be, I know what I want to do with it but I haven't written any of it yet. I've done pretty much everything I wanted to do with this fic, so I think it's time to finish it up and let it be what it is. And for everyone who's been keeping up with it in any way since I started posting it for WIP Wednesdays way back when -- thank you! I probably would've never turned it into a full fic if not for y'all being so lovely and encouraging, and I'm really glad that I did ♥)

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Finding Lan Yishan-laoshi is harder this time of day since he doesn’t have the senior disciples for class until just before dinner when it’s gotten too dark for sword practice, but Jingyi manages to ask enough people that he eventually finds the man in one of the common offices for the adult cultivators to do their non-teaching work in. He knocks carefully on the open door, three light taps with his knuckles in slow motion to make sure they’re extra polite, and only enters when he’s told to.

“Hello Jingyi,” the man greets in his always-soft voice when Jingyi approaches the desk and shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unsure if he should sit down or not.

“Hello laoshi,” he replies, remembering after a second to bow a little clumsily. “I have a note from Lan-xiansheng,” he tells him when Lan Yishan-laoshi raises his eyebrows a little in question, and though he fumbles the letter a little bit in clumsy fingers when he pulls it from his robes again the man doesn’t seem to mind, simply waiting patiently for Jingyi to pass it across to him held carefully in both hands respectfully.

“Mm. Thank you, Jingyi.”

“You’re welcome!” he chirps, smile beginning to curl up the corners of his mouth despite his effort to be serious for his errand. “He also said I can ask you one question about talismans!”

“Oh?” Lan Yishan-laoshi replies with a little smile of his own beneath his neat white mustache and beard. “Just one?”

“Mhm! Then we’ll talk about it when I go back,” Jingyi explains sagely as if he’s done this a hundred times rather than never before.

“I see. Do you already have a question in mind or will you sit down for some tea while you think?”

Jingyi blinks at the offer. Tea? He fidgets a little, fingers tightening around the cuffs of his sleeves as he thinks. Tea wasn’t listed in the steps he was given, so it’s probably better not to accept it. But would it be rude not to? To just ask his question and then leave? The aunties never like it when he does that, they say it’s rude to only care about what’s on his own mind and not everyone else’s too. Is this like that? Will Lan-xiansheng be mad if he takes long enough to have tea after he already spent so long tracking Lan Yishan-laoshi down? But Lan Yishan-laoshi had asked if he already has a question in mind, so it’s probably okay to just ask it, isn’t it?

“I have one!” he hurries to say, wincing when it comes out a little too loudly for the circumstances in his fretting over what he should do. Lan Yishan-laoshi is nice to everybody though, and he doesn’t do anything but keep smiling and gesture with one papery hand for Jingyi to go ahead. He takes a deep breath, relieved that it’s okay not to sit down for tea, and then realizes that he doesn’t…actually have a question in mind yet.

“Um..” he hedges, shifting from foot to foot again. “I um…Oh! Do we really use some of the Yiling Laozu’s talisman designs for nighthunts?” It’s something he’s heard some of the senior disciples talk about before, all hushed and looking over their shoulders like they were worried someone would overhear, but Jingyi doesn’t see what the big deal is. If they work then they work, don’t they? Who cares where they came from?

Apparently Lan Yishan-laoshi. Jingyi feels his stomach drop at the way the man’s face goes hard and cold as ice, his glare sharp enough that Jingyi takes a step back. It’s answer enough, because why would he be so mad if it wasn’t true and he didn’t want people to know? At the risk of being unpardonably rude, Jingyi hurries to bow nice and low before he practically squeaks something about needing to return to Lan-xiansheng and beats a hasty retreat before Lan Yishan-laoshi can say whatever it is that made his face do that.

Jingyi’s heart is in his throat the entire way through the Sect back to Lan-xiansheng, dread prickling along his scalp and anger at himself for saying the first thing to come to mind (when past history has shown that’s never a good idea) making his hands twitch like he needs to move them. He fishes his rock out of his sleeve as he walks just shy of ‘too fast to be begrudgingly ignored’ and squeezes it hard first in one palm and then in the other.

“Jingyi?”

Lan-xiansheng doesn’t sound mad when Jingyi opens the door so he probably doesn’t know yet, even though adults always seem to be able to tell each other things quicker than should be possible when it comes to getting someone in trouble.

“I delivered the letter, Lan-xiansheng!” It’s too cheerful, too tumbling as it passes his lips and he closes the door too hard in his panic, but if he starts with what he did right then that’s okay, isn’t it? He made Lan Yishan-laoshi mad but that’s only one thing out of the list of things that he did.

“I didn’t run, I gave Lan Yishan-laoshi the letter, I asked my question, I came back without running,” he ticks off on his fingers that he realizes are shaking. “I was good, right?”

Lan-xiansheng gives him a look that feels like it pierces right down to his soul. “You look as though you feel I will tell you no. Part of being good is being honest, and that includes not lying by keeping things hidden.”

Jingyi had been afraid of that. He winces and crosses the room to sit down next to Lan-xiansheng’s desk and start grinding some ink for him, careful to go slowly and not to splash any out of the dish to have something nice and useful to do with his fidgety hands now that his rock is tucked back up in his sleeve.

“My question made Lan Yishan-laoshi angry,” he admits in a whisper, like if he says it really quietly it’ll incriminate him less. “I got distracted and asked something bad on accident.” No one can punish him if it was an accident, right?

Lan-xiansheng hums and sets down his scroll to stroke his beard in thought. “It is quite difficult to anger Lan Yishan-laoshi. What did you ask him?”

Jingyi swallows down the lump of panic and chances a glance up to meet Lan-xiansheng’s stern, questioning gaze.

“Um…I..do we use some of the Yiling Laozu’s talismans when we go night hunting?”

The flash of anger that crosses Lan-xiansheng’s face makes Jingyi flinch, his ears burning with shame for messing up the very first thing Lan-xiansheng gave him to do.

For good measure, he whispers a distraught, “I’m sorry.”

Lan-xiansheng sighs long and slow over his head. Jingyi ducks down a little further to keep grinding ink even though there’s more than enough in the dish, and what he’s grinding now is full of little popping air bubbles from where he’d accidentally sped up in fear.

“You understand why this was an inappropriate question?”

Jingyi bobs a hasty nod. “He hurt a lot of people and did really bad awful things, of course we don’t use his talismans, that would make us wrong and bad too. It was gossip, I’m sorry Lan-xiansheng.”

There’s a long enough silence over his head that Jingyi peeks up again through his lashes and Lan-xiansheng has frozen mid-stroke, hand looped around his beard and his eyes far away as he looks at the door across the room.

“Lan-xiansheng?”

“Is this something you heard from Hanguang-jun?”

“No! I swear, it was just disciples talking in the woods a long time ago, I don’t know who. Lan Yishan-laoshi asked me if I wanted tea but I didn’t know if it was okay to add to the list of things you gave me but I didn’t want to be rude and refuse so I got confused thinking of what to do, and then I accidentally lied and said I had a question ready but I didn’t and then I messed up and spread gossip and it made Lan-laoshi angry with me.”

Lan-xiansheng finally looks away from the door to blink down at him and his fingers slowly staining black from twiddling the damp ink stick between them, and after a long moment he lifts his hand to press it firmly to the top of Jingyi’s head like he had that morning.

“Jingyi, do you frequently think about tasks like this, in such detailed lists that do not allow interruption?”

“It’s okay usually if they get added onto,” he confesses, wrongfooted with both the change in topic and the soothing gesture. “But I didn’t know if it was allowed. I wanted tea, but you didn’t say it was okay and I didn’t want to be in trouble. But now I am anyway, aren’t I?”

“No. You are not in trouble.”

Jingyi bites his tongue around the desperate cry of ‘why not?!’ that wants so badly to escape. None of this makes any sense! He doesn’t like being in trouble and punished, not at all, but this is so much worse! Before, he always knew if he made someone mad because they said so. Now people are mad but they aren’t saying it even though he knows they are, and it scares him. Because if he doesn’t know how mad someone is, he won’t know when he’s crossed the line too far to be allowed to stay.

“Lan-xiansheng?”

“You were correct, Jingyi. We use some of the Yiling Laozu’s inventions to help people. We do not speak about this openly, but we do make use of some of his spirit-summoning and -banishing talismans.”

“Why do we do that if we don’t think it’s okay to talk about?”

“Do you think that using them makes us as bad as the Yiling Laozu?”

That’s a very big question, and Jingyi scrunches his face up as he feels out the edges of it. Lan-xiansheng asked it like one of his usual teachers, the one who cares a lot about asking them all sorts of ‘why’ and ‘what do you think’ questions, and she always gets disappointed in him if he answers without thinking first.

“No,” he eventually settles on, cautious as he speaks but confident that he likes his answer even if Lan-xiansheng might not. “We use them to help people, if they only help then that’s okay, I think. But we don’t say it because…people might be scared if we say we use them?” Jingyi sits up straighter as a new thought hits him. “But then Lan-xiansheng doesn’t that mean that we’re not honest? You said keeping things I’ve done a secret is like lying, but if we use talismans and don’t tell people that we use them then isn’t that the same? Are we lying?”

Lan-xiansheng blinks at him, his expression as stony as ever. Jingyi is just about to hurry to apologize for talking back, for doubting his senior’s teachings, for asking rude questions, but just at that moment there’s a firm rap on the door frame and Jingyi, certain that it’s Lan Yishan-laoshi come to punish him for his irreverent curiosity, darts to his feet with a squeak to hide behind Lan-xiansheng’s back.

“Sit properly,” Lan-xiansheng scolds, sounding startled more than angry, so Jingyi sits up on his knees and very carefully makes sure that he’s still hidden behind Lan-xiansheng’s broad shoulders despite having corrected his posture. Lan-xiansheng looks back at him over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye and Jingyi shoots him a pleading look that morphs quickly into a grin of pure relief when Lan-xiansheng simply sighs and turns forward again without comment, clearly unable to find fault with his posture even if he’s sitting in a strange spot.

“Enter,” he calls out to whoever it is at the door, and Jingyi doesn’t dare peek over Lan-xiansheng’s shoulder to see if his fears are founded or not.

“Shufu,” the person greets, but it’s not Hanguang-Jun’s cool monotone, it’s much warmer, which means it must be —

“Xichen.”

Jingyi subtly hunches a little further down again now that he’s not being watched and squeezes his eyes shut, praying fervently that he’s not so deeply in trouble that the Sect Leader had to get involved.

He wants to go back to the bunny meadow. He wants to be helpful and useful to Lan-xiansheng, of course, and he knows he has to stay here to do that and be taught how Lan-xiansheng said but… Well maybe if he thinks hard enough about the soft breeze and the little quiet rustling plops of the rabbits hopping through the grass then maybe he won’t be so afraid of whatever’s going to happen to him for being nosy and spreading gossip when he shouldn’t.

“I spoke with Wangji,” Zewu-Jun says once the sound of swishing silk has stopped and he sounds much closer this time, likely sitting in the spot across the table where Jingyi should be. “It sounds like yesterday was..eventful.”

“In what way?”

Jingyi stays perfectly still where he’s hidden behind Lan-xiansheng, staring wide-eyed at the expanse of deep blue silk — broken vertically down the middle by the tails of Lan-xiansheng’s pale blue ribbon and the ends of his hair — hiding him from Zewu-Jun. Why isn’t Lan-xiansheng admonishing him to come out now that they know it’s not Lan Yishan-laoshi come to scold him? Doesn’t this count as eavesdropping since Zewu-Jun doesn’t know he’s here?

“He said you have decided to care for a boy from the children’s home,” Zewu-Jun replies. Jingyi realizes with a jolt that they’re talking about him. “And that the child in question is the young troublemaker who’s been vexing everyone in charge of the discipline hall these last few months.”

He winces and ducks his head, shame burning in his ears and the back of his throat. He knows he has a reputation, he knows. But it still hurts to hear his Sect Leader bring it up like this.

“Lan Jingyi.”

Jingyi stiffens and looks up sharply, expecting to see Lan-xiansheng leaning to the side to reveal his hiding spot, or at least turning to look back at him to tell him without words to come out. But he’s still facing forward, still and immovable as a mountain, so Jingyi just holds his breath and hopes he can keep hiding.

After a moment, Lan-xiansheng continues, “His parents were lost in the war.”

“Ah… yes of course — a young cousin, then?”

“Second, once removed.”

“I see.”

There’s silence for a long few moments, just the sound of porcelain clinking softly and liquid burbling as tea is poured.

“You have already officially brought him out of the children’s home?”

“I have.”

More silence except the bird twitters outside the window and the quiet click of ceramic against wood. Jingyi kind of wants to hop up and beg them to talk instead of just sit there in unbearable silence, but ultimately he’d rather stay hidden and quiet since he’s apparently allowed to eavesdrop on whatever this conversation is. Plus Lan-xiansheng promised he won’t punish him for things anymore unless he’s doing bad things on purpose to be bad, so if he’s letting this happen then that must mean it’s okay, right? Jingyi hopes it’s not a trick, that Lan-xiansehng isn’t giving him a chance to not break the rules just to trap him for failing and breaking them anyway. Lan-xiansheng wouldn’t be mean like that, right?

His head hurts.

“Shufu…is this really..wise?”

Jingyi is more than a little shocked to hear Zewu-Jun question Lan-xiansheng and he half expects Lan-xiansheng to be angry. Instead, he sighs long and slow and sets his teacup down again, just as gently as before.

“You do not think it suitable for me to raise a new ward?”

“It is not a matter of suitability, Shufu. Your health-“

“Will grow no worse than it already is by having a child in my home.”

“Even when the child is so lively he disrupts all of his classes, runs nearly everywhere he goes, acts out so regularly you have had to develop fresh punishments just for him? I worry that his energy levels will be a burden to you.”

Lan-xiansheng sits up a little straighter, which is weird because Jingyi wants to curl up into a tiny little ball and never come out of it again. He doesn’t want to be a burden to Lan-xiansheng, but isn’t that why no one has come for him before? Is this why Zewu-Jun never came for him when he seems to already know who he is?

Jingyi doesn’t want to eavesdrop anymore, he doesn’t want to hear any of this, but he can’t reveal himself now so he stays put and covers his ears, though it doesn’t keep him from being able to hear Lan-xiansheng when he replies.

“I am still a cultivator, Xichen — I am not so feeble I cannot handle one child. He simply requires guidance, which I am able and willing to provide. Why should I not help care for the next generation of the Sect when I have been on light duty ever since you returned from Qishan?”

Whatever Zewu-Jun says is quiet enough that Jingyi can’t hear it through his own muffling hands, which is good. It’s easier to just hear Lan-xiansheng. He sounds mad, his voice is raised and everything as he argues with the Sect Leader — but he’s arguing for Jingyi. To keep him. That feels much better than Zewu-Jun’s worries that Jingyi will hurt Lan-xiansheng just by living with him.

Their argument ends there with whatever Zewu-Jun said in response, however, so there’s nothing else to hear. Jingyi keeps his hands over his ears just in case, but eventually he feels a warm, dry hand tugging on his wrist and he peeks one eye open to find Lan-xiansheng turned enough to look down at him. A quick glance past him reveals an empty office so Jingyi sits up straight immediately, mindful of his posture now that he’s being observed again.

“Zewu-Jun doesn’t like me,” Jingyi blurts before he can help himself. Lan-xiansheng sighs but he doesn’t tell him he’s wrong, which stings in a distant sort of way.

“Do you know why I allowed you to hear our conversation?”

Jingyi, still feeling more than a little glum and definitely confused, simply shakes his head.

“Zewu-Jun is filial. He is mindful of my health, and concerned that I will be overwhelmed. He was right to tell me so. However, he is misguided in his belief that your presence will harm me.”

Jingyi blinks at that and tries to process the idea that his Sect Leader could be wrong about something. Aren’t Sect Leaders supposed to know everything? Do everything right? It sort of seems like that should come with the job description.

“It is important for you to learn early that no one is truly perfect — and so I do not expect you to be. Just as my nephew is wrong in this, you are allowed to do the wrong thing, to ask or say the wrong thing. You do not have to be afraid of being wrong, so long as your heart is right.”

His head definitely hurts.

“What about being punished though?” Jingyi finally asks, because if there’s anything he knows for sure it’s that wrong things have consequences. That can’t go away just because Lan-xiansheng says so, can it?

“I cannot promise you that you will never receive discipline for things that warrant it, but for now tell me – did you intend to upset Lan Yishan-laoshi by asking about Wei Wuxian’s talismans?”

“No!”

“So should you be punished for asking?”

Jingyi sits back on his heels, thoroughly stumped. Instinct tells him that yes, he should be. But the way Lan-xiansheng is asking makes it sound like he doesn’t think so, which means that there’s something that Jingyi is missing. Lan-xiansheng doesn’t interrupt him as he tries to think it through; he goes back to the things he’d been reading before Jingyi and then Zewu-Jun had interrupted him, and Jingyi pulls his rock from his sleeve again to slowly turn it over and over between his hands as he puzzles the question out from every angle he can think of.

Hadn’t Lan-xiansheng that they would do things like this together to help him learn? He’d said something that morning about solving problems, and answering questions as part of his cultivation theory. This must be one of the exercises he’d had in mind, then. The rules, Jingyi knows, are all there to help aid in cultivation, even though he doesn’t really understand how that happens. What does changing clothes after bathing or only eating three bowls at meals or not wearing too many things on his waist have to do with cultivation, anyway? But if thinking about the rules so much will help grow up into a strong cultivator like Hanguang-Jun and Zewu-Jun then he figures he’s probably got a good start. No one his age knows them better than he does after all – he’s the one who has to copy them the most.

“I could be punished for gossip,” he finally hedges, the statement nearly coming out as a question.

Lan-xiansheng doesn’t look up from his papers as he asks, “What is wrong with gossip?”

“It’s…it’s against the rules?”

“It is. Do you know why?”

Jingyi wrinkles his nose a little and tries to think of why it could be. He can’t remember anyone ever telling him the reason behind the rule, just that it is one, but he supposes that Lan-xiansheng is trying to tell him that there are meanings behind the rules. In that case, if he can get out of punishment by his heart being in the right place even if he does something that seems like it goes against them…then maybe there’s a hidden rule inside the one that’s written down that he’s secretly following without knowing it. The rule against gossip is actually ‘Talking behind others’ backs is prohibited’, and Jingyi thinks about the wording of it for another few long minutes as he tries to figure out all the ways around it that he could have been doing without realizing it.

“I didn’t do it to be mean, that’s why you aren’t punishing me,” he decides. It wasn’t the question Lan-xiansheng asked, but if he notices as much he doesn’t say so. “I didn’t talk about anyone else or try to get others in trouble, I only asked if it was true.”

“Learning comes first. Rather than share the gossip with your friends, you approached a trusted teacher to ask if it was true. You were asking because you found the information strange and unexpected and wished to verify it – you were trying to learn. I also did not expressly forbid the content of your question before you left other than that it had to pertain to talismans – as it did. You will apologize to Lan Yishan-laoshi for upsetting him with careless speech and I expect to see you be more careful with your words in the future, but I will not punish you for having asked to satisfy your curiosity as well as to do what I asked.”

Lan-xiansheng trails off for a moment before he turns enough to look at Jingyi more directly where he’s still sitting a little behind him. “Are you upset by Zewu-Jun’s doubts about you?”

Jingyi thinks, very briefly, about saying no just to be good. No one’s ever really cared if he’s upset about something before, and the instinct to brush it off runs deep. But that wouldn’t be honest, and Lan-xiansheng just said he wants him to be more thoughtful about what he says anyway, so after a moment he swallows down the ‘no’ and nods instead.

“I don’t mean to be a..a burden...”

“I know.”

Jingyi chances a glance up to find that Lan-xiansheng’s expression is much less severe than usual, something a little sad in the way he’s looking down at Jingyi.

“Lan-xiansheng…is it going to be harder now that I live with you?”

Lan-xiansheng doesn’t say no right away, but Jingyi tries not to let it hurt – mostly because Lan-xiansheng is looking at him like he sees him, like he’s looking through him but not in the way that’s always meant trouble before. It’s actually sort of..comforting, in a way. Probably because it seems like, out of anyone else in the Sect, Lan-xiansheng seems to be the only one able to tell what’s in his head even when Jingyi can’t say it very well (except maybe Hanguang-Jun).

Finally he takes a deep breath in and looks square in Jingyi’s eyes to say, “It’s been a long time since I raised a child, so I cannot honestly say that I will find it easy to raise you. But I will raise you, Jingyi, that is a promise. And I will not regret it – I will be happy to raise you.”

That…sounds a lot more realistic than anything else so far, to be honest. All of this..not getting punished, and getting to run and play how he likes, and not having to go to classes anymore just because they’re hard to sit still through – that all sounds too good to be true, and like it could change again at any time. But this? He knows he’s hard for adults to deal with, and it’s comforting that Lan-xiansheng doesn’t lie to him and say that he’s not. But he says that he’s going to do it anyway. Because he wants to. Because it’s worth it. He’ll just have to make sure he’s a proper filial child to make sure that it really is worth it to have him around.

“Do you feel better?”

Jingyi thinks about it for a long moment more before he smiles tentatively and nods. “Yes, Lan-xiansheng. And…and I’ll be even more filial than Zewu-Jun and Hanguang-Jun, you’ll see!” It’s a reckless promise, one that he doesn’t even know if he can keep seeing as it’s difficult to imagine either Hanguang-Jun or Zewu-Jun being anything but perfect and dutiful nephews. But it makes Lan-xiansheng smile of all things, maybe even almost laugh, so he figures it’s okay.

“Avoid undue pride,” Lan-xiansheng reminds him, but he reaches out to press a hand against the top of his head again in a clear gesture of affection that warms him from the inside out, so Jingyi just grins and shrugs. “Do not take your words lightly.”

“Be loyal and filial,” Jingyi responds immediately, still grinning. “Have affection and gratitude. It’s not taking them lightly if I really mean it, right Lan-xiansheng? And I should be filial like they are! I’m…I’m really really grateful, Lan-xiansheng.”

Lan-xiansheng sighs and presses a little harder on the top of his head for a moment before he withdraws his hand again and pours a fresh cup of tea to pass to Jingyi. “Drink this, and when you’ve finished it go to the training field, it’s nearly time for your sword lessons.”

Jingyi hurries to sit in the seat he should be and picks up the tea, drinking it in polite little sips as he watches Lan-xiansheng work. The tea tastes good, a little sweeter than he thinks he’s ever had before, and he smiles a little as he wonders if Lan-xiansheng made it special for Zewu-Jun, if maybe Zewu-Jun likes his tea sweet too. He wonders if that’s maybe a little bit what it’s like to have family – someone who makes you something you like, just because you like it.

He finishes his tea and stands up to brush himself down and straighten out his clothes even though they’ll be a mess again by the time he’s done practicing his sword forms with his practice stick.

“I will see you at dinner,” Lan-xiansheng says once Jingyi is nearly ready to go. “We will walk home together after, so do not run off.”

“Yes, Lan-xiansheng!” Jingyi chirps and heads out to train with the rest of his agemates. The phrase ‘We’ll walk home together’ pings around in his head and warms his chest all the way through training and dinner. After the meal is over, when Lan-xiansheng makes good on his promise, Jingyi reaches up tentatively to take his hand for the short walk back to the Yashi. Lan-xiansheng doesn’t say anything, but he curls his fingers tightly around Jingyi’s as if to make sure he won’t go, and that’s more than enough.

#the untamed fanfic #Lan Jingyi #Lan Qiren #Lan Xichen #Why Not Me?

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a-tale-of-legends · 7 months

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I finished the relationship post ( family guy death pose) Right now it's mostly like. Who's with who and familial stuff. A lot of uncertainties, that'll probably change in the future. But with that all said, here. I spent way longer on this than I should have ha

Prof Oak - Had a thing with Agatha sometime in the past. Most likely didn't end up together long term ( I mean obviously) and Oak married someone else. She's no longer alive, as is their child, alas.

Red - with blue

Green - unsure

Blue - with red

Daisy - probably has herself a boyfriend

Brock - focused on work, but is bi questioning ( considering dating men)

Misty - ????? She has a boyfriend in the games????? So possibly????

Surge - closeted gay man. He comes out eventually when it really sinks in how queer the league is lmao.

Erika - Happily dating/ married to her old archery partner.

Koga - has a wife that's still alive

Sabrina - Not sure how to feel about dating. Focusing on herself.

Blaine - Simply not interested in dating.

Giovanni - Gets so many bitches lmao. But is married to Ariana in this au.

Ariana - Also swimming in bitches imo. Married to Gio, had two kids that ran away from them rip. Likes getting catty with Archer lol

Pertel - unsure

Lorelei - dated a lot but doesn't get anywhere

Bruno - Isn't interested in relationships atm,but is pan ( much to people's surprise for some odd reason)

Agatha- Had a Thing with Oak once. Terrible experience never again, she's single but probably had a trail of dead husbands in her wake.

Lance - aroace, single dad of 7 ( Kanto trio, johto quartet)

Elm- Wife and two kids ( one of them being Aiko)

Silver - Bi. User to date Aiko before turning his eyes to Kenji

Falkner - Not sure if I want him and Janine to just be mlm wlm besties or an actual couple.

Bugsy - Nonbinary/Agender and waaaaaay more focused on their work with bugs than any relationship atm. ( debating if they're aroace or gay as hell)

Whitney - Gay and dating Jasmine <3

Morty - Morty/Eusine. Not sure if they are dating by the johto arc or not.

Chuck - Has a wife and maybe a kid of his own

Pryce - is a granddad himself. A widow.

Clair - unsure. Has gay aunt vibes but again. Unsure.

Proton - Gay. Gay ass man

Archer - Down bad for Giovanni, insanely jealous of Ariana……probably is Giovanni's side bitch tho lmao

Karen - Honestly, probably gets with Will and maybe Grimsley. Maybe.

Will - Same as above

Birch - has a wife and kids!

Wally- Ends up dating Jin and Kohaku after a long ass time pining.

Roxanne - Maybe with Brawly I dunno.

Brawly - Maybe with Roxanne, again dunno.

Wattson - Unsure. I think in the anime he has a son so maybe????

Flannery - Not dating anyone, but she is pretty gay

Norman - has a wife and kid

Winona - need to think about Steven-Wallacd backstory, but I am liking the idea that she used to date Wallace. Though overall, I'm unsure.

Liza and Tate - ( shrugs ) Tate, for some reason, reads me the type to get crushed easily. But outside of that, they probably don't think about dating until they're older.

Wallace - Looks above at Winona. Still, he ends up with Steven for the long term.

Juan - Single man, doesn't plan on having kids, since Wallace exists.

Phoebe - Unsure

Sidney - Unsure. Wonderful hype man tho

Glacia - Okay so. I saw one hc that Glacia was Siebold's mom and it stuck with me for so long. So I think she had a husband, that left one way or another ( either he died or she divorced him) and she's been single ever since. Her relationship with Siebold is…. complicated. Edit: Glacia is no longer Siebold's mom, rather she's his aunt and legal guardian. They're relationship is still complicated, but there's a level of care here.

Drake - Not interested in relationships

Steven - with Wallace.

Archie - after prison and a lot of therapy, I imagine he gets back with Maxie

Maxie - Same as above.

Shelly - Shelly x Courtney is an interesting ship I've seen but not sure if I want to make it canon. Shelly does get a lot of bitches tho.

Matt - Same with Matt lol. Matt x Tabitha is something I've considered but not sure on. Probably not, given how both parties are, but I'm keeping the option open.

Courtney - Look above at Shelly. Also she does have that obsession with Maxie, though I'm not sure if I want that to be familial or romantic.

Tabitha - Look above at Matt. Tabitha is. Interesting to say the least. The more I think about it, the more I think the ship I mentioned above…. probably wouldn't work. Same with Shelly and Courtney to an extent. Honestly I think he's perfectly fine being single.

Lisia - Bi bi bi, baby. If I wasn't clear, I do plan on making her and Anabel an item.

Anabel - Look above

Noland - Unsure

Greta - Unsure

Tucker - gay as all hell and has had many flings.

Lucy - Serial dater than just can't get them to stay. Probably at a point where she thinks it's better for her to just focus on herself for now.

Spenser - Has a loving wife that's still with him, even at this age.

Brandon - Single, is married to the live of adventure

Zinnia - Requires therapy and traveling around to her to really get with someone.

Prof - Rowan - single. Probably dated a bit in the past but is now married to his work.

Johanna - Not exactly divorced ( yet), but hasn't spoken to her husband in years sooooo. She's not exactly looking for someone right now.

Roark - unsure

Gardenia - unsure

Fantina - Unlike her cousin/sibling ( Tucker), Fantina does actually have a partner. And lots of fans lmao.

Wake - Unsure

Byron - Divorced, but is living happily.

Maylene- Ends up with Candice

Candice - Ends up with Maylene

Volkner - Flint duh

Aaron - Not entirely sure. Definitely queer I think.

Flint - Volkner duh

Bertha - Hmmmm. She deserves a wife. I'm giving her a wife

Lucian - I like the idea of him having feelings for Cynthia, but it's unrequited. Sorry bud.

Cynthia - Bi and has her eyes on a certain actress

Cyrus - Choosing to focus on himself before even considering any type of romantic relationship. Will combust if someone flirted with him.

Mars - Likes the idea of going on dates, never actually been on one.

Juniper - People are too scared to get close with her. Probably for good reason. Fantina is trying ( and failing ) to set her up with someone.

Saturn - Used to be hella gay for Cyrus, but now is just picking up the pieces of everything. Doesn't know how to feel about him, so he's focusing on himself and work.

Charon - No bitches

Palmer - wife and kid

Darach - far too focused on taking care of Caitlin to even consider dating.

Argenta - Wine aunt. Happily single

Thorton - aroace

Dahlia - a free spirit, so she likes having her options open.

Cheryl - Gay

Marley - Also gay. Maybe I should make the date ( shrugs)

Mira - A kid who's main concern isn't dating or noticing who she likes. As for in the future when she's older…no clue.

Buck - Has a crush on a boy on Stark mountain. Doesn't have the guts to confess ironically enough.

Riley - :)

Cedric - Divorced

Aubrey - Married to Fennel :)

Cheren - Gets with Lear*

Bianca - Gets with Roxie

Cilan - Single, too shy to really consider putting himself out there.

Chili - Aroace

Cress - Single, is looking.

Lenora - Canonically married to Hawes. Doesn't plan on having children as of now. They kinda have Cheren for that, ha.

Burgh - I'll give him a win and let him have himself a boyfriend

Elesa - Is with Skyla

Clay - I've definitely seen different takes on him. For now he's a single father of one ( Wayne)

Skyla - Dating Elesa

Brycen - This came to me out of nowhere, but he and Marshall are dating. No one knows except Alder.

Drayden - I already have him as Ingo and Emmets grandpa so, he definitely got with someone, though I think he's single now.

Marlon - Has so many bitches but is too intertwined with the ocean to notice lmao. Maybe one day.

Grimsley - I mentioned he might be a part of a polycule with Will and Karen, but like. Grimsley's a mess. He has many many failed relationships under his belt.

Shauntal - Happily single.

Caitlin - " What? No. Go away"

Marshall- As mentioned before is dating Brycen.

Alder - Widowed granddad.

N - I know he's asexual biromantic. However I'm unsure of what to define his relationship with Kamari. But for now I'll say he's single, living his best life.

Ghetsis - ….I have. No clue.

Colress - Also have no clue!

Sycamore - Has a whole Thing with Lysandre. The sap in me wants them to get back together, but alas.

Dexio - I just saw someone else do it and thought it would be fun. He ends up with Cassius.

Sina - Not sure. I don't even know if she's truly interested in anyone. Possibly aroace.

Shauna: Probably had feelings for Jude and Dante at some point. Probably over then and living her best life.

Trevor - As of Kalos arc, faaaar more focused on the pokedex. After that he probably gets with Tierno.

Tierno - Same as above except he's more focused on dancing.

Viola - *clenches fist* Viola and Perrin are so freaking cute but I don't think they fit in my timeline!!!! So sadly, Viola's gf is someone else.

Grant - Has major feelings for Siebold, but unsure if he feels the same way.

Korrina : Wants a girlfriend so bad ( another sad case of two characters being at different points in the timeline so I can't ship them within the au. This time it's Bea)

Ramos - Was married to his husband for a long time, until he unfortunately passed away. He tries not to let it get him down.

Clemont- His sister keeps trying to get him to date someone lmao. He's moreso interested in his machinery but maybe one day?

Valerie - Debating if I want her to already be with Grant and is aware of the budding feelings between him and Siebold ( it ends in a poly) or just have her single in her own world.

Olympia - Single and is completely fine with that.

Wulfric - has a wife and two kids of his own! Loves them a whole bunch.

Drasna - :)

Siebold - Has not yet realized any of his feelings lmao.

Wikstrom - He has a wife. No kids.

Malva - Messy. Loved and resented Diantha in their relationship. Wished Lysandre would stop putting Diantha on a pedestal, while alSo wishing she was on that pedestal instead. Didn't know how to feel when Diantha ended up with Cynthia.

Diantha - Tried dating a man once. A publicity stunt if anything. After that she realized she was very much a lesbian and was talking more to Miss Cynthia.

Aliana - Unsure.

Bryony - Dating celosia

Celosia - Dating Bryony

Mable - Unsure

Xerosic - lmao

Lysandre - Was with Sycamore. Was.

Kukui - Married to Burnet and ends up having a kid together. Guzma joins in a poly.

Burnet - see above.

Hau - gets with Gladion in the future

Lillie - ends up with Ames

Gladion - gets with Hau in the future

Illima - Big ass crush on Kiawe. Thinks he's being the perfect flirt. He is not.

Hala - has a wife, one son ( who left ) and of course, little Hau as his grandson.

Lana - Unsure *

Mallow - Unsure * ( might make their relationship like the anime tho)

Kiawe - Thinks Illima is kinda weird ( but does have feeling for him)

Olivia - Canonically and chronically single. Girl suffering out here.

Acerola - Unsure ( child)

Sophocles - Unsure ( child )

Molyane - Has a boyfriend of his own, both of them are nerds together.

Nanu - Meowth man. So no one.

Mina - 👍

Hapu - Unsure but she gets flustered very easily.

Wicke - Aroace, happily looking after her friends children.

Faba - No rizz at all. Bitchless.

Guzma - Ends up in a polyam relationship with Kukui and Burnet. Genuinely doesn't know how he got to that point, but he's….happier.

Plumeria - Had the hots for Ames' mom but that didn't go anywhere. Single.

Kahili - Unsure

Magnolia - Still is with her husband. Sonia is her only grandchild.

Sonia - Dating Nessa

Hop - Um. Not sure. I like Hop x Bede but also not sure of I would want it in canon. Hop is ace too, so he's not really focused on those kinds of relationships for the most part. He does get flustered easily lol.

Marnie - It takes her 5 years to get with Naomi. But they get there!

Bede- Similar to Hop. Though I'm honestly just having fun writing his platonic relationships with everyone. He did mistake his platonic feelings/friendship with Naomi for a crush but he quickly realized it wasn't the case.

Milo - Ends up with Gordie

Kabu - Uncertain only bc I like so many hcs. Like I like him and Peony together but also just him vibing by himself is fun. Also him and Melony is cute. So yeah, not sure.

Bea - Eh. She's more focused on school and martial arts to care.

Allister - Has experienced a crush before but is waaaay to shy to do anything about it. Grateful to have the crush as a friend though.

Opal - Much like Agatha, has a history of dead husbands.

Melony - Divorced and has 5 kids ( Gordud, a daughter, and then triplet sons)

Gordie - Ends up with Milo

Piers - I might change this later only bc I'm really thinking about it, but I do see him in a poly relationship with Leon and Raihan. Again might change.

Raihan - Look above. But unlike piers, him and Leon are always end game.

Leon - Again. Look above.

Rose - Had a relationship with Cassandra before realizing she was pregnant was Carol. Was pretty much married to his work after that.

Oleana - similar case to Courtney, though maybe after a lot of therapy she gets with a nice lady.

Mustard and Honey are a couple, with Hyde.

Peony - Similar case to Kabu. Not sure. He has Peonia and recently Carol so he's honestly living his best life.

Klara - Way too toxic to be in a lasting relationship atm. She probably gets better after IoA but uh. Yeah. Not a great dating life.

Avery - Probably had never dated anyone ever…..yeah I can see him and Klara getting together at some point. It is, surprisingly, pretty healthy.

Sada and Turo are, miraculously, together in this au. They're also both dead.

Clavell- Unsure, waiting for the indigo disk to come. To really make my judgement. Was planning on giving him a husband.

Nemona - Unsure. Power of friendship real tho.

Penny - Unsure. above.

Arven - Unsure, again. Look above lol.

Note: I have shipped Arven and Ramona and Nemona and Ramona before but I'm ultimately unsure if I want either to be canon.

Giacomo - Unsure ( please understand I am in shipper hell here)

Mela- Slow to any romance, due to past experiences.

Atticus - Unsure

Ortega - is only 13, and while he knows who he is, he takes much more enjoyment being around his friends.

Eri- Is with Carmen. Duh.

Okay gonna cut the single format, let's get right to the case.

Dendra/Miriam.

Larry is Divorced…..and also has his eyes on Hassel and Brassius who are already a couple. Has not made a move and plans to never ( he fails at this btw). Giacomo is his son ( until I change my mind).

Ryme has a partner but they broke it off. She's happily single now.

Tyme is the opposite with a husband of her own.

Iono doesn't date cause that would mess with her viewers.

Katy and Saguaro seem really cute,I'm considering it.

Jacq - Single dad ( Ramona). Is unaware of a theater teacher's feelings towards him.

Geeta and Rika definitely has a Thing but neither of them really addresses it. They're in their own world.

Poppy - Just wants Larry to say he likes Hassel and Brassius already. Also thinks boys have cooties.

Grusha - Was too depressed to consider dating anyone but is coming around to the idea.

Raifort scares people away lol.

Kofu - Unsure

Tulip - Just doesn't have the time to date

( aggressively points to Luca and Kieran) Kindergarten Divorce.

Carmine - Unsure. Wouldn't be surprised if she scares some people away.

#r rambles #legendverse #this took so long #if you guys have any hcs you wanna share go for it lol

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sibillascribbles08 · 9 months

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'I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU AGAIN' DEETS PLZ

Don’t you love how you can accidentally hit ctrl z on a post and it deletes all of your text that you spent ages typing up inbetween doing things I fucking love that for me explode me

ANYWAY thank you Muse dearest let’s get into this. Obvious spoilers for VHHB coming in but I’m going to preface this with a couple of notes from Holly's backstory as well and then tuck it under a read more because long.

So this turn of phrase that Holly uses is actually something she wound up picking up from someone else, ironically, Donatello’s father.

“Will you come back?” The genuine tone took her off guard as she stood. “Only if Big Mama ordered it.” Lou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course. She has to be the boss of everything. Maybe I’ll just demand it next time I get injured.” “Don’t make a habit of it just to see me.” Holly waved at him and headed for the door. “Until next time.” “Indeed.” Lou smiled at her. “I look forward to seeing you again.” She managed to smile back before she left.

He says it to her after they first meet.

“Will you be back tomorrow?” Lou asked. “If she orders it.” “Maybe I will try to insist it will boost my mood twice as much for… whatever event she has planned.” Holly laughed, like she hadn’t in years. “Let’s hope it works.” “Indeed. I look forward to seeing you again, Holly Blue.”

And again after the third time around. And from him, it’s a phrase of genuine affection. Buuut that’s not how she uses it the first time around in VHHB

Without her presence, most of the table relaxed, but half the patrons still stared at her with a mix of shock and fear. Whatever, she didn’t need to explain herself to them. She bridged the hands of her lower pair of arms and rested her chin on them, watching as the Violet Knight got ready to face his next challenge. “I look forward to meeting you, Donatello.”

I’m kind of proud of the fact that a lot of people going into this fic were unsure if Holly Blue would turn out to be an antagonist or not. It was very intentional, and also not hard to do because initially in the fic Holly’s motives are very selfish. Ever since she broke free from Big Mama a lot of her goals have been to gain enough connections and money to rival that of the woman who controlled her for years. She sees Donatello not only as an easy ticket to that—due to his tech—but also a chance to snatch Big Mama’s champion away from her. Two birds with one stone. So for that reason, she looks forward to meeting him.

And the next time she uses the line is right after that meeting.

“Wonderful. The name of my shop is Hawk’s Eye Odds and Ends. Small place, but just down the road from the Nexus arena entrance, if you know it.” Donatello at least knew the street, so he nodded. “Good.” She gave him another smile. “I look forward to seeing you again, Donatello.”

If you asked Holly if she was being manipulative during this conversation she’d honestly answer yes. She wants Donatello to agree to this and she’s had a lot of practice in the regard, even before she became a sales woman. So her saying it here is her being glad the deal is being set in motion.

A LOT happens between this and her saying it the next time. Working with Donatello, patching him up, going to a museum with him to listen to him ramble for two hours, decide to risk it all by breaking into the Nexus to free his siblings, get used as leverage, and then patch him up again. And she finally says it again just before he goes home.

He muttered out a thank you and glanced at Holly Blue who stood as well. Should he say something? It seemed odd to just leave. “Go.” She waved him toward the wall. “Take care of yourselves. I look forward to seeing you again.” He nodded, still lost for words. It almost felt pathetic, like he should be thanking her again, or asking her to come with them. Was she even safe here right now? She motioned him yet again. He wouldn’t argue. He didn’t have the energy to.

There’s a lot going on in her mind, and I won’t bother summarizing it, but the main reason she says it here is because she’s glad she’s even able to. Because not only is Donatello still alive, he’s also free from the Nexus.

She didn’t get that chance with Lou (and she was thinking about him a lot during this mess).

Almost a shame she doesn’t say it after stabbing Leo, it really didn’t feel right to put it in, but she does say it when Donatello goes back to see her properly again.

Donatello met her gaze. “I do plan to come back. If you didn’t already know that. Dad just won’t let me right now with my shoulder.” “Well it did get run all the way through. I would hope you’d let it recover before doing anything strenuous.” He scoffed. “I am still working on some blue prints. Soon as I get back in that lab it’s time to crank out some prototypes. I’m talking digital inventory systems, energy scanners, and even shield generators.” Her smile finally returned, that odd squint she did with her eyes. “I look forward to seeing it.”

And this is the first time it comes full circle and she uses the phrase with genuine affection. Because she admits to herself she adores this boy, and she’ll always be excited to hear what he has to say.

And in a way to emphasize this to him, without openly admitting anything, she says it one more time when he leaves in the same scene.

“Bye Miss Blue!” Mikey shouted as they opened the door. “Thanks again.” “Good-bye Michelangelo. And Donatello?” He glanced back at her. She gave him one more smile. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

“I adore you,” is more or less what it comes to mean. And it still means that even when she says it a little less enthusiastically.

She blinked and met his eyes, seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “My apologies, I’ve been doing a lot of paper work today so my head is a bit tired.” Sitting up straight, she took a deep breath. “You were talking about the similarities between the circuits and the branches?” That got him to relax at least. “Yeah, but we can always talk about it later when I’ve had a chance to study them. But I hope you’ll be prepared because by then I’ll have five times as much to say.” “I look forward to it.” She tried to smile at him, tried to keep it up, but it felt far too exhausting. He frowned at her. “I know it’s not usually like me to ask stuff like this but… are you—”

Even after getting four threat letters, finding no leads on who’s sent them and constantly walking around and glancing over her shoulder, Holly still wants to make it clear she’s not tired of him. (She adores him.)

But oh……. Then we get to the next time she says it…………..

Her exoskeleton started to crack. No no no. Solutions. This wasn’t the time for senseless questions he had to find a solution right now. Before… before… “Donatello, please look at me.” Her voice came out with ragged breaths. “I know you’re scared. But you’re more than capable of tackling this, especially with your family at your side.” “But what about you?” Somehow, she managed to smile at him. Somehow, she reached out with one hand, resting it on the side of his head once more. “You’re a wonderful person, Donatello. I look forward to seeing you again.”

You know this broke me in half when I first wrote it lmaooooo because I as the author have ALL the context (and I don’t know how clear it was).

Because she doesn’t SAY this thinking he’s actually going to fix her and she’ll come back. She is pretty certain she’s not coming back from this at all. She is saying this because, with him, this is how she says, “I adore you. I love you.”

But hey, at least this time she was brave enough to save the person she cared about. And she’d do the same thing all over again.

And while it’s not the exact phrase, this bit is important to mention.

He pressed his lips together, ground his teeth, trying to dig up the words. Just another case of overthinking. What he wanted to say was really so simple. “You’re… important to me too. I… I was so worried we wouldn’t get you back. Or even if we did you wouldn’t—” “Shush,” she whispered, patting his head once more. “No more of that. I’m back. I’m here. I’m glad you are safe. I’m glad to see you again.” Donatello managed a short laugh and smiled. Her final words from last time bounced around in his head.

Because this is Donatello realizing what she means when she says it.

She turned, ready to head to the door, only to pause when he spoke up again. “Hey, Holly?” Holly glanced at him once more. “Yes?” Donatello grinned this time. “I look forward to seeing you again.” She couldn’t stop her wings from buzzing, joy swelling up in her chest. “Likewise, Donatello.” He gave her a wave before the door twisted shut. In spite of the silence of the lab, she didn’t feel very alone. Just beyond a portal she had a friend now, a good friend, who’s family treated her like one of their own. And she looked forward to seeing them again.

And that’s why he says it back to her at the very end <3 (Also more parallels)

AND as a quick bonus. She uses this phrase in the oneshot between her and Leo as well, and it ends like this.

“Despite my honest nature, I am good at keeping secrets.” She waved him toward the door. “Now go. I will see you in the morning.” “Hah, well, what is it you like to say? I look forward to it?” Her antenna shot up, possibly in surprise, but she kept on smiling. “Indeed. I look forward to seeing you again, Leonardo.”

He’s also figured it out.

#scribs speaks #vhhb #I could put this in the tags and be annoying but I won't #anyway yeah repetitive phrases my beloved

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champagneglitteronthefloor · 2 years

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First Sight Pt 2

Pairing: Fem reader x Bradley Bradshaw (Rooster)

Summary: As y/n and Rooster’s relationship becomes more serious in many ways, they’re forced to face the outside forces of their relationship aka an overprotective uncle Maverick

Warnings: cussing, a VERY short mild snip of smut (unprotected sex)(18+ plz), I don’t think there is any spoilers of the actual movie in this but I’ll add just in case.

Word count: 4.6k (I got carried away lol)

A/N: I’ve honestly had this done for a really long time and put off posting it because I was unsure how I felt about the small bit of smut in it. Overall it’s very mild and I’ve never wrote smut before & haven’t decided 100% how I feel about it, but I decided I like it in this story how it is. I really love this story and the plot of it so much, and I have ideas for a 3rd and final part!

You had never thought that this summer would be the best summer of your life. You had been more anxious to get the summer over with and finish your training so you could start your career in the navy, and most importantly fly. While that was still important to you, you have to admit you hadn’t much given it any thought over the last month. Your father had noticed this. What rare time you hadn’t been spending with Rooster, you were hanging with Phoenix, who had become your best friend. You also enjoyed group gatherings with the top gun students. You sometimes felt like you were one of them.

You had also spent a lot of time convincing Maverick you weren’t with Rooster, as he still was protective as ever over you. Your father stayed oblivious to the subject. Mav had told you several times before “I’m only trying to protect you from getting your heart broken because I know how guys like Rooster are, because I was just like him.”

Another beautiful evening at the Hard Deck, which had become just the meeting place for everyone to hang out this summer, you were sitting in front of the bar talking to Penny. Phoenix was beside you.

“You know what I was thinking?” Penny asked you as she sat a drink in front of you.

“What’s that?” You asked her.

“It’s been a long time since we have had one of our famous girls nights in. A movie, popcorn, we can order takeout.” She suggested. “Just like old times”

When you were younger and your dad would be away, and your mom needed someone to watch you, Penny always kept you. She would bring you over to her house and you guys would watch movies, dance, eat. There was nothing you looked more forward to than to know Penny was watching you. When your dad had to be away, you were scared. Penny always comforted you, she had faced the same thing with her father. This was one thing that ever made you scared to progress with Rooster. Knowing you would be facing the same thing. You always told yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with a man in the navy after your childhood of constant fear wondering if your father was coming home. Life has a funny way of proving you wrong. Rooster just sort of happened.

“What do you think? Me you Amelia, and Phoenix, you should come too! A whole girls night. No boys allowed.” Penny snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I’m so in.” You smiled.

“That means Rooster can’t just magically pop up like he always does.” Phoenix teased.

“Well I’m pretty sure that means no Maverick or Hangman either.” You replied.

“I am NOT seeing hangman!” Phoenix was blushing.

“Whatever I see the way you look at each other. And I totally seen his name come up on your phone the other day.” You teased.

Penny laughed just glad you weren’t teasing her about Mav.

“Okay well deal. My place. Tomorrow. You guys pick the movie, and I’ll order Chinese takeout. No Rooster, Mav, or Hangman.” Penny made the plan. “I’ll have this place covered for the night.” She gestured to the bar.

“Can you guys stop bringing up Hangman?!” Phoenix exclaimed.

Right about that time you heard the bell ring and Rooster was coming through the door. You were sitting in the same exact spot you were the first time you laid eyes on him. You couldn’t help but smile and he was too.

“I am convinced this man has trap doors he just pops out of to find y/n. He always shows up where she is.” Phoenix and Penny were laughing.

“He ladies. What’s so funny?” Rooster walked over to you three.

“Nothing.” Phoenix and Penny responded together.

“Want to go for a walk down the beach?” Rooster offered running his hands through your long hair. About that time you saw a motorcycle pulling in.

“Damn it.” You cursed.

“You’re going to have to tell him sometime you guys, this can’t go on like this forever. I don’t know if I can keep this secret from him forever.” Penny said, the tone becoming more serious. “I have lied to him so many times, and our relationship is supposed to be a fresh start, all trust and no lies.”

“I’ve got your back.” Phoenix came in for the save. “Meet her around back Bradshaw. But NO boys allowed tomorrow night.” Phoenix motioned him to the back of the bar where he could go out the back door.

Mav walked into the bar smiling at the love his life behind the bar, and one of the next loves of his life standing in front of the bar. His god daughter, you.

“There is my favorite girls.” He winked at Penny. Leaning over the bar to give her a kiss.

Ever since your dad had been facing some health issues, Maverick had been even more protective over you. His promise to watch over you should something ever happen to the Ice Man holding stronger than ever. There was no way your dad could be stressing out about you and Rooster. Or anyone for that matter. That’s why Mav had taken this whole situation into his own hands. You did have to admit he was taking it a little over the top though.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand Baby Ice.” Phoenix said pulling you to the door.

“We are gonna catch a movie at the theatre.” You told Mav. Him smiling and waving. “You girls have fun.”

“You’re going to have to tell him eventually. Like Penny said this cannot go on forever, y/n.” Phoenix told you.

“Love you forever.” You waved at her and jumped into your white Jeep Wrangler your father had bought you as a gift after you announced your career choice.

She rolled her eyes at you as she drove away and you pulled behind the bar. You hopped out and ran to your lover jumping into his arms and flinging your legs around him.

“What was Phoenix talking about no boys allowed tomorrow?” Rooster asked.

“Penny planned a big girls night in for us and Amelia. We are doing movies, popcorn, takeout Chinese. No boys allowed.” You told Rooster your plans.

“Oh well. That’s cool. That means I can hang with the boys.” Rooster was trying to be cool.

“Okay, you do that.” You laughed.

“Im gonna text up Hangman now.” He said.

You shrugged and then you both headed off the beach. You thought it was so cute that Rooster was absolutely killed by the fact that he had to stay away from you for one whole night. He kept trying to play it off telling you his big plans with Hangman and you just couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop laughing y/n I’m gonna have a good time with Hangman.” He defended.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You teasingly shoved him over in the sand, then you both fell over, and began wrestling in the sand, which led to you on top of him, making out, his bulge under you. This is how it always happened. You felt bad because it still hadn’t happened yet. Rooster was very adamant on making sure you were ready. You still remained nervous, knowing how long it had been and how few times you’d had sex with men. You were afraid you would disappoint him in this aspect. Which always led to you guys not doing it. This time would be no different.

After getting back to the Hard Deck, Rooster stopped you after you kissed him and started to get back in your jeep.

“I don’t want to leave you.” He said. You could feel your heart beating like a hammer in your chest.

“Rooster you’ll see me again. I know I have the bo boys allowed party tomorrow but I’ll see you the next day.” You laughed.

“You don’t understand. It’s getting harder and harder for me to spend any second away from you. Especially knowing we have this mission coming up. Meeting you has turned my world upside down. You’ve got me rethinking everything. My career choice, my life, everything. You’ve got me thinking about not even flying anymore so I can be home with you. You’ve got me thinking about, picket fences and goldendoodles, and a little blue bundle coming home from the hospital, me driving with you in the passenger seat. I’m in that can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think straight kind of love. I can barely focus on flying kind of love.” He confessed.

You were about to throw up right then and there not out of disgust but out of nervousness. Your face had to be pale, or green. Love? He did say love right?

“Y/N, I love you. You’re the one made for me.” He, as usual seemed to read your mind.

You couldn’t help but smile. As nervous as you were your brain formed a response and you answered him.

“I feel the same way Bradley. I love you. But you’re not going to be giving up your other true love for me. You will fly, you will be in the navy. You will do what you’ve always dreamed of. I won’t hold you back from that. We will make it work. And for all you know, it may be a pink bundle, Bradshaw.” You winked. Just as you finished the back door to the bar came open.

“Oh you’re back.” Penny said. She must’ve been closing down.

“I was just heading out. Rooster was too.” You told her. You kissed Rooster, and got in your jeep and headed out. You had a lot to think about, as you drive off watching Rooster getting into his Bronco.

The next day you woke up, still with a heavy mind. You were thinking about how things were getting serious with Rooster, and how it may be time to break the news to your father soon, as well as getting Maverick off your back. Timing was just terrible, considering your father had a lot going on with his health. You didn’t think your father would disapprove of Rooster completely, but you also didn’t know for sure how he would feel about you dating one of his boys. You didn’t want him to lash out at Rooster, or get Rooster in trouble. Things had been going so well you hated to rock the boat.

You’d spent most the morning cleaning around the house, texting Rooster of course, with your daily morning FaceTime call. Then as the evening came you looked outside and saw Penny in her car with Amelia and Phoenix.

“Get in loser.” They we’re all laughing. You knew in your heart you wished you could’ve spent time with Rooster this evening but you also remembered that having a boyfriend didn’t mean you couldn’t still spend time with your friends.

Penny drove off to her house, when you walked inside you noticed she had put party decorations all over the kitchen, and already had boxes on boxes of takeout Chinese. And even better, buttercream frosting cupcakes. Netflix was already pulled up.

“You really have outdone yourself.” You we’re looking around. “This is gonna be the best girls night ever.” You went on excitedly. That’s when Mav came around the corner.

“UH NO BOYS ALLOWED.” You yelled as you started to push him to the front door.

“Chill I just had to hang the banners!” He exclaimed holding up his box of command hooks. “I’m off to the Hard Deck, these boys have invited me to throw darts and drink beer” he said as he went out the door.

You laughed as you opened your snap chat from Rooster and Hangman. They were so opposite you just wondered how that was going. Then adding Mav to the mix. You and the girls were all laughing and eating Chinese, as well as dancing around to music the Alexa was playing. You had changed into roosters shirt and a pair of your shorts.

“Alexa, play great balls of fire.” You commanded. You saw Phoenix getting out her phone. You sang every single word to the song while dancing around in Roosters shirt.

“Okay I know this is a no boys night but I’m so sending that to Rooster.” Phoenix laughed.

“Okay okay so I have one question I gotta ask you.” Phoenix looked to make sure Amelia was still in the bathroom.

“Shoot.” You said.

“Is the whole ‘That’s why they call him Rooster thing true’”?

Penny almost spit her water out. You were totally blushing.

“Okay I’m sorry I can’t help but laugh. I’d be lying if I said that was the first time I’d heard that. You hear a lot behind that bar.” Penny said.

“I actually don’t know. I mean I have my suspicions that it’s true but we have actually never done anything.” You admitted. They both turned their heads to you.

“Say what?” Phoenix said.

“I’ve just been really nervous. Waiting for the right time. That’s all.” You knew you were red.

“There is not a thing in the world wrong with that.” Penny assured you.

Next you guys had all decided to turn your phones off and start a horror movie. You decided on a classic: Amityville horror. The four of you sat on the couch holding onto each other. You had to admit this movie always scared you. All the lights were off, then suddenly you heard something outside. You all jumped throwing popcorn everywhere.

“You go look.” Phoenix pointed at you.

“I’m not going, you go” you pointed at Penny. “It’s your house.” You reasoned.

“Someone’s got to go and it won’t be me.” Amelia said.

“Fine I’ll go.” You got up with your cupcake and started to walk to the door. On the way out you grabbed the closest weapon you could find, a wooden spoon. You could still hear a ruffling sound in the yard. You walked closer to see a body, no two bodies, standing close to the window where the living room was.

“Gotcha!” You said as you held out the wooden spoon.

“Should I be worried about you, if the way you normally defend yourself is with a wooden spoon and a cupcake?” Rooster walked over. You let out a sigh of relief. You then realized the second figure was hangman.

“This one right here just couldn’t hold his shit together after he saw a damn video of you dancing in his shirt.” Hangman nudged Rooster.

“You guys scared me to death!!!” You were out of breath.

“Come on you all may as well come in and have a cupcake.” You led them to the door.

As soon as you came in you saw Phoenix become red when she saw Hangman. It was honestly so cute.

“Where is Pete?” Penny asked the boys, you weirded out by her not referring to him with his call sign.

“You know I’m not real sure where he went. He left the bar early.” Hangman replied as he went to the living room with a cupcake in hand, sitting next to Phoenix. They resumed the movie. No one really seemed to be paying attention to you and Rooster, they were all into the movie.

“Go on. We will be here when you get back.” Penny winked at you. You loved her in this moment.

“Where are we going to?” You asked Rooster as you got into his Bronco.

“You’ll see. I want my first love, to meet my true love for the first time.” He answered. You had to admit you were really confused and was not sure where this might be going. You guys pulled into base.

“Ummm im not really sure but I don’t think we are supposed to be here.” You said nervously.

“We are fine. I know all the camera placement.” He parked in a specific spot and you guys slipped into the area where the jets were. You realized you hadn’t ever really seen it close up.

“This is amazing.” You looked at how big it really was.

“One thing I realized about you yesterday, that also made me realize you are the one for me, is that you pushed me to keep doing what I love.” He said. “Flying is all I have left of my dad. Sometimes when I miss him, I sit out here, and I pretend he is here. I would’ve given anything for you to meet him.” He went on as your heart ached for him.

You and rooster went on to talk about anything and everything right there in that very spot. You could see the beautiful stars. You were both leaned up against the jet laughing about a story you had told him about your dad and Mav drinking too much beer at the lake one time. A slight breeze came in through.

You looked at him. His big brown eyes, the starlight beaming on his face. Your eyes were locked. This was it. You knew this was it. But here? Right now? Maybe you should wait until you get somewhere more private. Like what, your house, with ice man two rooms over? This was it. You leaned into a kiss, which he wasn’t slow to deepen. You were holding hands on both sides, until you released to motion him to lay down. You were now on top of him, kissing him. As usual you could feel under you how ready he was. He probably thought you were going to stop here like always, but he was wrong. You slid his shirt over his head and then threw your own off.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I mean are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve never been more ready rooster, I love you.” You looked down at him. “I’m thinking the smart thing to do would be to not do it here though.” You looked around.

Both of you dashed to the bronco. You thought at some point you’d dropped something but you weren’t sure. The short drive to Roosters place seemed like a lifetime. He legit had sweat rolling off of him from trying so hard to hold it toughen her, his hand on your leg.

“We should’ve just did it there. I don’t know how much longer I can make it, y/n.” You knew this time there was no backing out.

You pulled into the drive, and he got out fumbling around for his keys. He was so fired up he couldn’t hardly get the door unlocked. When the door opened he pushed you in toward his room, kissing you the whole way. You were so nervous but you knew it was right.

“Are you okay? Y-You’re completely ready?” He asked you once more stuttering a little, trying to hold back.

You didn’t answer you just pulled his shirt back over his head and he tore yours off again along with your pants. Thank goodness you’d work your favorite lace matching set under.

“I’ve never been more ready.” You looked into his eyes as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. You had to admit you weren’t expecting this tonight on the “no boys allowed night” but here you were, allowing boys.

He popped the back of your bra and took your panties off. Next was what shocked you. You’d heard the “How he got the call sign Rooster” stories. But you know he noticed your eyes widening when he pulled his last piece of clothing off. All the rumors were true. You’d never seen anything like it in your life. You could tell Rooster was pleased with your reaction as he started kissing your neck. It had been so long you didn’t even know how to react. You just let Rooster take control and laid back on the bed with him kissing you from your lips all the way down. When he got close enough he pushed your thighs apart. You knew your phone had been receiving several text messages but you just reached beside you and shut it off.

When Roosters tongue made contact with your clit you uncontrollably arched screaming his first name, Bradley. He liked that, you could feel his smile as he teased your entrance with a finger slowly pushing in and adding a second shortly after. You were feeling really bad about the fact that you were already about to hit a climax as he curled his fingers and slid them out as you clenched around them.

“Oh my gosh I’m so-“ you were breathing heavy.

“We haven’t even started yet love.” He rolled over beside you and guided your hand to his own self now, making you nervous. You wanted to impress him. You started to palm his rock hard dick and then you wrapped you hand around it, pumping up and down. He let out a moan that made you feel electricity throughout your body. You had never felt this way before.

Rooster rolled over and found his way on top of you again, as you released him, feeling warm thin precum on your hands. Rooster was holding himself over top of you teasing your entrance. He was very close to your face, one of his hands running through your hair, looking straight into your eyes.

“I want to be easy with you.” He breathed hard.

“Don’t.” You smiled under him.

With that he thrusted into you, causing you to let out a scream and you were moaning his name, his real name, which you think was turning him in even more as he went harder. You let him keep complete control, you didn’t even try to push yourself on top or take over any. You were enjoying it too much. He had his hands holding onto the head board, still going into you you as hard as he could. You could tell you would be walking funny tomorrow. You didn’t care it felt so good.

Right as you felt your high building, the tingling starting to fill your body, you felt a moment where you were like watching from the outside or something. You were having a realization that this was no hookup or casual sex with someone random or some boyfriend you weren’t even that into. This was the real thing. This was what it felt like to truly be connected with someone you loved.

It was then that you snapped back into it when Rooster said “I’m about to-“

“Me too.” You warned.

You felt your orgasm reach as you fell into euphoria, Rooster also reaching his high as you realized you were completely full.

“I love you.” He said looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you.” You couldn’t help but smile. This didn’t even feel real. That is until rooster opened his phone to like 100 texts and 50 missed calls.

“Oh hell.” He mumbled under his breath dialing a number. He put the phone on speaker, to which you heard pennys voice.

“Maverick has absolutely lost it this time. He came to check on y/n after he left the Hard Deck, said he had a bad feeling. He realized y/n was missing and he left on his motorcycle going on about how he was supposed to be looking after her and protecting her.” Penny explained. You loved Maverick but this protector stuff was getting out of hand.

“You all may wanna get back here umm I don’t know, now!” You heard hangman in the background.

You sighed and put your hands on your face. Then realizing that something didn’t feel right.

“My ring!” You exclaimed. “My ring my father got me for my 16th birthday before he left overseas it’s gone.” You already had tears in your eyes.

You and Rooster tore his entire house apart basically looking for it, and his car.

“It has to be on base.” He said getting the keys to the car.

As the two of you were driving you almost had a heart attack as you realized there was a motorcycle rider behind you guys, riding your tail hot.

“He found us.” You we’re so aggravated.

“It’s fine we are going to get your ring back then we will deal with him.” Rooster said calmly.

You guys pulled into base, Mav following closely. You ran to Roosters jet seeing it there laying right in front of it. You sighed in relief.

“It’s here!” You yelled then realizing what was actually going on. “Oh shit.” You said as Maverick and Rooster rounded the corner.

“Have you both lost your minds?” He yelled. “Rooster I can kick you out of here right now for this if I wanted to.” He pointed at him. “Breaking on to base without permission?”

“It’s my fault.” You chimed in.

“Look at you both. I tried to save you from this y/n, I did. I don’t want to see you hurt. I went to Roosters place and I saw what you all have been up to. Lamps in the floor sheets off the bed and everything.” He went on.

“That’s not what-“ you started only to get interrupted by Rooster.

“I love y/n. This is different than anything I’ve ever been apart of. And if I have to stand in front of the ice man and tell him that myself I will. I’m done hiding. This is real Mav.” He said l, you felt your cheeks getting red.

“Maybe I just keep letting the fact you are both my god children fog my judgement.” Mav admitted.

“You think—“ you started before you were cut off as maverick was giving you a stern look.

“You’re both my babies. Basically my children. And I’ve been struggling to face the facts that you are both grown ups. I guess this is just weird for me. I’ve changed both your diapers. I guess when I had introduced you I had hoped it was going to be a brother sister type of love.” Maverick confessed.

You and Rooster looked at each other trying not to laugh. You had found your person. Your people. Right here at home. This moment has made you think of being in a really serious moment in grade school when you were trying to hold back laughing at your friend.

“The way that you look at each other. It just reminds me of two other people I know. Right at this age. When you find something real like that, you can’t let it go. I won’t stand in your way. My only rule is you have to tell the ice man. No more keeping it from him.” Maverick said.

You instantly became nervous. The thought of telling your father. It was all too much right now. Your and Maverick’s eyes were locked. There you sat on the ground in front of a jet, hair everywhere, Roosters cum leaking out of you as you didn’t have time to clean up after the abrupt need to leave Rooster’s house. Faced to tell your father that you’re in love and having a relationship with Rooster. With everything else going on.

“With your fathers health declining, I can’t lie to him for you. You need to be honest, y/n.” Maverick told you.

“Wait what? What are you talking about?” Rooster asked confused.

“You didn’t tell-“ Mav started.

“No.” You cut Mav off.

“Oh hell. I’ll see you all back at Penny’s” Maverick was now running off the premises.

“I thought I was someone you could tell anything. Or at least I had hoped I was.” Rooster looked at you with a new look you’d never seen; disappointment.

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sky-chau · 11 months

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Hey! I hope it's okay to ask for some clarification about your eyepatch post (and I hope I don't offend, I'm asking because I want to get it right while writing it and I'm unsure if Google would be of help here!)

So... What is the eyepatch for? You mentioned going to a pediatric surgeon-- is it for recovery from the surgery? But then you made it sound like this was a long term thing, not a short term thing for recovery-- so are you just able to see better with only one eye? Could it be either depending on the person's circumstances?

What (if anything) determines which eye is covered (assuming both eyes are equally near/farsighted... Or are crosseyed eyes never going to be equal in that way?)

Additionally, what is the name (and purpose, if you feel like it) of the surgery you're referencing? I want to learn more about that as well but I think I can probably Google it if I know what it's called.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day❣️

I was actually going to make an update post about the eyepatch/my surgery, so thanks for the reminder!

[Important note about all of this: All of what I am saying is true to my own personal experience with this. This is not medical advice and my experience is not universal. There are many different eye problems that use eye patches for different reasons and I'm by no means an expert on all of them. I'm not even an expert on the issue mine was compensating for.]

When I made the original post I was 30 degrees crosseyed and had persistent double vision as a result of this. (I did see what you replied with on the original post afterwards and I think in your case specifically you might be fine. When I say crosseyed or double vision I'm talking long term and persistent. If you only have double vision while laying on your side or looking at your nose, that's normal from what I've been told.) By the time I noticed I was crosseyed I was already at 30 degrees and struggled to figure out where my mouse cursor was on the screen. I had also already subconsciously developed a habit of closing one eye to compensate. Note that most people notice and report being cross eyed at around 15 degrees. So the fact that it took me until I literally had trouble doing things to realize I had double vision gives you an idea of how long some level of double vision was accepted in my brain as normal. I've likely been at a lower degree my whole life and just happened to notice a significant jump in the past two years.

At the time I had posted the original piece I had just finished up the consultation where they confirm the degree and direction of the cross. So like before they're willing to make any cuts they make sure that they know how to cut or something. The downside of the pediatric surgeons is that if I wanted to know the scientific name of the problem or its corresponding surgery I'd have to have remembered to ask at the time. Big words scare little kids so I'm pretty sure they habitually use the dumbed down explanations. Which I didn't notice until just now.

Now I'm actually post surgery. It's been almost two weeks now. My eye looks absolutely gnarly and hurts quite a bit but I don't have to wear the patch anymore and I can actually force the problematic eye to look in the correct direction (or close to it) which isn't something I was able to do before the surgery. I've been told I won't be seeing the full benefits of surgery until a few months have passed. Also my eye is gonna continue looking gnarly for the same amount of time.

The actual vision quality of that eye isn't effected by the surgery. It's not Lasik. They played with the muscles that tell the eye where to look so it should be more in line with where my brain thinks it's looking.

My eyes are a bit weird. One has better vision at a distance and the other has better vision up close. The theory as to how I got a lazy/crosseye is that I went too long without updating my glasses prescription and spent a lot of time favoring one eye over the other depending on what I was looking at. Since my prescription wasn't quite right my brain learned to ignore one eye because it's vision wasn't too hot and basically gave it the invitation to look wherever because the brain wasn't following it anyway. It strays further and further until I have double vision most hours of the day.

When I started wearing an eyepatch it was because I had already gotten confirmation that wearing one wouldn't make the issue any worse and I couldn't see where things were accurately. Like I'd reach out to grab a thing and my hand would go straight through the ghost image (from the lazy eye). Both images look ghostly it's just one is from an eyeball that's not actually looking in the direction my brain thinks it is and is therefore way off.

What eye the patch was on did matter as a result of this. If I put the patch on the wrong eye my entire sense of balance went out the window. Because the brain is interpreting my surroundings based on where it thinks my good eye is looking, so when it only has the misbehaving eye it doesn't compute and I walk like I'm drunk, bumping into things.

I bumped into things (usually street signs or people) with the patch on the correct eye too but, that's just the fact that I had no peripheral vision on the side with the patch. So yeah, my friends got in the habit of putting themselves on the side with the patch when we walk together so I don't hit my head on the many temporary stop signs (lots of road construction in the area.)

But yeah. I'm recovering from surgery now and am cleared to go back to work on Friday. But I will still be recovering and healing for the next few months. I'm sorta relearning how to see and hand eye coordination is a part of that. I'm not gonna push myself too hard drawing wise. Gotta keep it fun because yeah, everything feels really weird and I don't wanna frustrate myself over relearning how to drive my hands.

Feel free to reblog this or ask other questions. I don't mind.

#eyepatch

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“You’re supposed to flip these every six months, you know,” Scully says as she tugs off the sheet and mattress protector, tossing them into his laundry basket.

“For what purpose, exactly?” Mulder asks, grabbing the bottom edge off the mattress.

“It helps even the wear on it and prevent dips from forming in the spot you typically lay in,” she explains.

“Seems like a lot of work for a guy who slept on the couch for a decade, Scully,” he complains, and she shoots him a look.

“Well, if you want me to sleep in this bed with you, I suggest you take the time to make it an enjoyable sleeping surface,” she retorts.

“I thought I was doing that in other ways,” he says with a wag of his eyebrows, and she rolls her eyes, leaning down to grab the edge of her side of the mattress.

“On three?” he confirms, and she lifts her side while he pushes his, sending the mattress end over end as he catches her side on the way down. “Success!” he says triumphantly.

When he looks up, Scully is crouched down on the ground on the other side of the bed, examining something on the floor.

“What’s this?” she asks, slowly standing up with a worn magazine cradled in her hands.

A cold slice of dread cuts through him.

“How embarrassing,” he stutters, walking around the perimeter of the bed to stand beside her. “I still have a few of these laying around, sorry,” he says, reaching to take it from her hands.

She moves it just out of his reach, locking eyes with him. Her expression is unreadable, and his gut twists.

“How long have you had this?” she asks in an even tone.

“Technically, since it was published,” he answers, and she nods.

“And how long since you realized…?” she begins to ask, but lets the rest trail off. Perhaps she’s not absolutely sure that he knows she’s featured in this issue. She can’t risk accidentally giving herself away.

“A long time,” he admits. “Ninety-five, maybe? I’m sorry, Scully. I should have gotten rid of it the moment I realized.”

She considers him for a moment, then turns and sits on the bare mattress. He sits down beside her, unsure what else to do, and she begins to flip through the pages. She comes to the one with a weathered MCI bill tucked inside and one eyebrow quirks.

“You’ve bookmarked it,” she comments.

His palms are becoming slick and he wipes them on the tops of his thighs.

“Actually, that was there when I found it. So I guess I bookmarked it back in eighty-eight,” he says.

She turns her head slowly towards his, the ghost of a smile on her mouth.

“Really?” she asks, and he nods. “Hm,” she says, turning back to the page. “I’ve always assumed that you were attracted to me intellectually long before you were attracted to me physically,” she says, looking over the photos from her youth.

He chuffs a nervous laugh.

“Scully, the only reason my jaw didn’t end up on the floor the moment you walked through the door in the basement is because I had already looked you up and saw the photo in your file. I’ve thought you were gorgeous since the day we met,” he says, and it’s no exaggeration. He’d even snuck into one of her classes and spent the latter half concealing his erection after she stood up to a cocky young man who questioned her understanding of lividity.

She smiles, her face still tipped down to the magazine.

“You’re not mad?” he asks, and she lifts her head with a perplexed expression.

“Why would I be mad?” she asks.

“Because it’s a little creepy that I kept these naked photos of you and looked at them regularly for years…” he supplies, kicking himself for giving her reasons to be upset if she isn’t already.

“Did you touch yourself when you looked at them?” she asks, and he feels a rush of blood to his pelvis. She smirks. “I knew when I submitted them that people would see them, Mulder. That was kind of the point.”

“So you didn’t have to do this to make money or something?” he asks, questioning the fabricated story he’s told himself all these years.

“I didn’t get any money for this,” she says, gesturing to the page.

“Who took the pictures?” he asks, a long-held curiosity.

Scully looks back at them, smiling fondly.

“My friend Christine,” she says.

“She took all of them?” he asks, surprised.

“Yes.”

“The naked one?”

“Yes.”

He shifts on the mattress, painfully aware of his erection, and Scully glances over at his lap. She scoots a little closer so that their hips are touching, and lays the open magazine across the tops of their thighs.

“This one was taken near my apartment, in a small wooded area,” she says, pointing to the photo of her in the sundress. “We were just taking a walk one weekend, to get a break from studying. It was pretty candid, not intended for the magazine, but when they asked for one of me fully clothed, I chose it.”

He nods and swallows, his heart thumping steadily in his ears.

“This one,” she says as she points to the photo of her in lingerie, “was taken specifically for the magazine. We had tried all kinds of poses and wouldn’t know if they turned out until we had the film developed, so she had me just kind of strut around the apartment while she took some candids. I liked this one best.”

He sees, in his mind's eye, a young Scully walking around her apartment in her bra and panties, bending over furniture and striking poses as her friend snaps photos. He desperately wants to ask what Christine looks like, but he’s afraid she’ll stop talking if he asks too many questions. He pictures her as blonde and buxom, telling young Dana how beautiful she looks to make her more comfortable.

“This one,” she continues, her finger circling around the nude photo, “actually wasn’t taken for the magazine. She had taken this photo of me before I ever knew about the article, but I didn’t like any of the ones we took specifically for it, so I ended up using this one.”

His mouth is bone dry and he swallows hard, running his tongue against the roof of his mouth until he has collected sufficient moisture to speak.

“Is it common practice for your friends to take naked pictures of you, Scully?” he asks lightly, and she turns her head away from the page to look at him.

“No,” she says, her eyes running over his face. “Christine was a little more than a friend, though.”

“Oh,” is all he can manage.

She closes the magazine and sets it on his bedside table, then moves to stand. He feels paralyzed, between this new information and the hard-on in his jeans. She pushes his legs apart with her knees, then drops down onto the floor between them. He looks down at her, awestruck, as she unbuttons his jeans and then pats his hip, a request that he lift up off the bed long enough for her to tug both his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He complies, and then she is sitting at his feet with his cock in her hand, looking up at him coyly.

“Did I never tell you about Christine?” she asks rhetorically, and he shakes his head. “She was my roommate my first year at Stanford,” she explains, brushing the head of his cock back and forth over her lower lip. “We stayed in touch after we both moved off campus. We ended up dating for a little bit, very casually.”

She places just the head of his dick in her mouth, sliding it back out with a wet kiss, and he clenches his ass cheeks to prevent himself from thrusting.

“Please elaborate on ‘dated,’” he says through gritted teeth, and she smiles.

“We went on dates,” she says sweetly, then places her tongue near the base of him and drags it up to the tip. “And we fooled around sometimes.”

He groans, and she sinks down onto him until he butts up against the back of her throat. She holds him there, lurching and straining, and then slides off with a slick pop.

“Mostly we just kissed and cuddled, but there were a few times it went further,” she says, then sucks him for minutes, his fingers twisted up in her hair and his imagination in overdrive.

“How much further?” he asks, knowing that even if she doesn’t want to tell him anything else, he has enough material for years of fantasies.

She slips him out of her mouth, slowly pumping with her fist while she looks up at him dreamily.

“She touched my breasts, sucked on them,” she says, and a hearty drop of precum seeps out of his cock. “She made me come once, with her hands,” she finishes, and he groans.

“Did you touch her?” he asks.

She stands, and he thinks maybe he’s taken it too far, but then she begins undressing. He unbuttons her pants while she takes off her T-shirt and bra, then she steps out of her panties and pushes him back on the bed, climbing over him. She sinks onto his cock, and she is so fucking wet it’s obscene.

“Yes,” she says in answer to his question, rocking forward and back.

He feels her clenching around him, and he brings his hand down to touch her clit. She sucks in a breath and moans, leaning back a bit.

“How?” he asks, his thumb swirling in tight circles.

She locks eyes with him, her hips snapping as she rides him roughly.

“I ate her pussy,” she says, and he is gone.

He manages to keep rubbing his thumb over her clit even as an earth-shattering orgasm breaks him in two, his back arching off the bed and a stream of obscenities pouring from his lips. In short order she follows him, her hips gyrating wildly and her hands on her breasts, squeezing and pinching.

They collapse on the bare mattress, a tangle of gelatinous limbs, and he manages to reach a pillow and strip it of its case so she can stuff it under his ass and contain the mess. She lays her head on his sweat-damp chest, each contemplative in their own right.

“Was any of that true?” he finally asks, half not wanting the answer.

She lifts her head, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him.

“Does it matter?” she asks.

He thinks on it, and finally makes a decision.

“No, I guess not,” he says, and she hums. “So you don’t mind if I keep the magazine, then?” he asks, and she laughs.

“No, I don’t mind. Knock yourself out,” she answers with a satisfied smile.

“Oh, I plan to.”

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A Jolly Odd Christmas, 003- The soldiers

I'm admittedly a bit late to this! I wanted to write a chapter every 5 days, but because of IRL things, I was too tired to get to this. So the final chapter WILL be at the latest posted on December 30th, but I hope by then you still have some holiday cheers to enjoy the finale! For now, enjoy the chapter!

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You forgot exactly when you fell asleep, but it was a nice, long, relaxing rest after the time you spent with Jack Frost. All you remember was the feelings you had as you drifted off to sleep. Pleasant, comforting, safe yet again. Waking up however, you were nudged by someone.

“Hey. Little Buddy. You up?” Huh? Who was that?

You woke up…at a much more familiar place than before. You could smell peppermint coffee, and saw you were laid down on the sofa of an office area. Oh! You were back at the factory! This wasn’t Mr. Cedar’s office, but you could hear the sounds of the workers outside from before, and saw above you there were two nutcracker guards. One of them also seemed oddly familiar. Odd because you realized….

These nutcrackers seemed to have the same face built for them. A strong jawed, handsome, broad nosed masculine face. Only difference between the two of them was that the more familiar one had a tanner complexion, with long curly brown hair and a thin pencil mustache. The other was paler, with shorter blonde hair and silver-gray eyes.

“I’m…back at the factory?” you looked around.

“Yeah! Apologies for the uh…incident,” the brown haired nutcracker clasped his hands together with an awkward smile. Huh. From before, he seemed a bit more stone faced and serious, not really an expression. Both of these men were emoting just fine, like they weren’t wood and metal automatons. Just two large people.

“I mean…I sorta saw what happened, it’s not your fault,” you looked around. “But how did I get here?”

“We were sent on a search mission for you, only a select few of us to not raise suspicion,” the blonde nutcracker said. “We found you just outside of the woods asleep on a buncha pillows. Weird place to fall asleep but okay.” Oh…that weird old bastard dropped you off there. You figured he knew a nice safe place to leave you while these two picked you up…so you supposed it was fine. For now.

“I’m actually happy to be back here, where’s Mr.-”

“YOU!” Mr. Cedar burst through the door with another elf by his side. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I heard you were captured! Dammit, we need to get better security around here…”

“Mr. Cedar! Oh it’s great to see you!” You stood up and ran over for a hug. Mr. Cedar went bright red in your arms, before gently nudging himself out the hug.

“U-uh, well uh…so, we should be getting to business. It turns out somehow, somewhere you were found out and so those nasty little dwarves probably want to find you and of course, eat you. We can’t have a death here, so before anything else happens, we have to get Mr. Claus on the horn ASAP. I don’t want to bother him with this sort of thing, but he’s the only man who can properly deal with this and send you back home. “

“So…I get to go there and talk to him?” you asked.

“Yes, and this time you’ll have guards, proper guards so that this won’t happen again.” You looked up, wearily, at the two nutcrackers. You were caught BECAUSE of some nutcracker who was…corrupted? Glitched? Whatever that was, and you were unsure you wanted to put your trust in another one.

“What happened last time won’t happen again…right?”

“Oh no no no!!” The blonde nutcracker waved his hands. “Poor Clack here just ended up targeted by those poor fellas, but he’s fixed up! And we have precautions against that now!”

“Deepest Apologies…” Clack bowed his head. “Once I came to I realized I wasn’t of sound mind, and that those fiendish dwarves played me like some sorta puppet! I’m so glad you were here for me, Ruffle…”

“Anything for a friend,” the blonde nutcracker, Ruffle, put a hand on Clack’s shoulder. “Since our job is to protect you, dear human, get ready for a bit of travel. Mr. Claus’s place is a pretty decent way’s away from here, so let’s get a move on!”

“Can I uh, can I just relax here, first? Just for a few minutes before we leave?” you asked, glancing over at Mr. Cedar. “I also need to do a few things.”

“Of course!” Both Clack and Ruffle said in unison. “We have to get things ready anyhow, so we'll be back to retrieve you!” Both large robotic men left the office, and with that, Mr. Cedar and you were left all on your own. It was silent for a bit, but you sat back down, a small nervous smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for being such a nuisance, I know you have a lot to do,” you said.

“No need to apologize, I thought about what you said the other day,” Mr. Cedar sat down next to you. “And you were right. Before I discovered that you were taken, the next morning I went to talk to some of the managers, and ask if I could outsource some of the work to them so that there was less of a workload on myself. Wanna know what they said?”

“...What did they say?”

“Well…well they laughed at me and asked if I was replaced by some magical doppelganger. But they agreed to that, and so now, work is still hard but now there's less of that hard work for me to do.” You smiled, leaning back in your seat.

“I hope that goes well then,” you replied. “I’d say all that stress would send you to an early grave…but I mean, you’re pretty old, I think. How old are you?”

“Now now, it’s rude to ask a man for his age,” Mr. Cedar wagged his finger at you. “But I can at least say I’ve been around far, far longer than you. Magic sorta keeps the likes of myself and many folks you see here around for a lot longer than humans. At least…humans that don’t interact with us too often.”

“So uh…what’s going to happen once I’m gone, then?” you asked. Mr. Cedar paused, looking away for a second.

“Well uh…you’ll go back, and you’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he answered. “This will all just be a dream that’ll fade the moment you wake up, and you’ll go about your regular life.” That…honestly seemed a bit sad. Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down at your lap, a bit sad.

“Oh…okay…”

“I know, I don’t like it either, but rules are rules,” Mr. Cedar placed a hand on your shoulder. “But I missed coming in contact with a human. It’s been a very, very long time. You’re a breath of fresh air, even if we haven’t known each other for very long.”

“I mean…well…if I’ll be gone and forget all of this…could I have just one request before I leave?” you asked.

“Hm…oh yes of course, what is it?”

—

“So you were listening in on them the entire time?” Ruffle asked. “Damn, I didn’t think Mr. Cedar was that sorta man.”

“I heard rumors floating about,” Clack shrugged. “I thought it was just normal stuff till I heard all that bang bang banging around. That man’s a freak, who knew?” Clack knocked on the door to alert they were back, and when the two were let in, they saw Mr. Cedar…and another elf, one that looked a lot like you, but still was just an elf.

“Uh…where’s the human person?” Clack asked.

“Oh, Clack, Ruffle, they’re right here,” Mr. Cedar gestured to you, going over to gently pat the hat you had on. “This is a magic little hat I managed to find in my desk, old but it works. Now they can walk amongst other elves and nobody will ever know. Which also makes them less of a target.”

“I hope this isn’t too much, but I had one last request to make before leaving,” you said. “I hope it’s not a burden, I wanted to take a tour of the city before going home. It’s pretty out there, and I don’t think I’ll have another opportunity to do that. Even if I forget all this ever happened, I at least want to, you know…experience it.” The two nutcrackers looked at each other, but had pretty satisfied grins on their faces.

“Oh that’s perfect for us!!” Ruffle grinned. “That’s basically a free vacation day for either of us, and all we have to do is protect you!”

“We can do that no problem at all!” Clack gave you a salute. “Cmon then buddy, let's go!”

“Yep, let's go!!” Clack and Ruffle grabbed your hands on both sides, practically lifting you off your feet to take you out.

“Goodbye, Mr. Cedar!” you grinned and waved his way, and he waved back, a smile on his face as the door closed behind you.

“We got permission to ride the new fancy sleds we’ve been making!” Clack grinned. “More discreet, and oh man they’re handsome!”

“No deer required, just the power of pure elven magic!” Ruffle had a skip in his step. “You’ll like it, I promise you that!” You were taken down the rather active halls of the factory, and you felt more at ease just walking around in this disguise. Though being 4 feet tall was quite weird to you…everything felt bigger but at the same time since the architecture was made for this size, just right at the same time.

The two lead you to what looked to be a sorta…landing strip, and being polished up was a rather large sled, with several tall well built reindeer men inspecting it over a few times. And as you were looking on with a bit of curiosity, Clack and Ruffle brought you over to another sled…but one that appeared to be more mechanical in nature. Built similarly to Santa’s sled, but with a closed top, and with treads replacing the blades of a regular sled.

“Is that our ride?”

“Heck yeah it is!” Clack grinned. “This beauty’s just a tester. The folks say that it probably won’t be something too useful for everyday what with the train system being as good as it is, but it doesn’t hurt to have an extra option or two!”

“And we get to ride it!!!” Ruffle squealed with delight. “Cmon cmon hop on!” With very little protest, you were shoved into the sled. This one definitely wasn’t made for the elves, because you felt like a pet in the backseat of a car with the sheer size of this compared to how easily Clack and Ruffle slid in, with you smushed in between them.

“So then little buddy, where to?” Clack asked.

“Anywhere big and active and festive, spare no expense!” you said with a grin on your face. You were honestly excited, possibly the most excited you’ve been this entire time here. Yes you were going to forget all this the time you came back home, but at the same time..it would be fun to enjoy it while you could. With a flick of a switch and a turn of a handle, it started slow, but the sled went out the landing zone at a pretty fast pace down the stone, you almost weren’t ready for it, but after getting used to it it just felt like you were riding on some much faster tractor than anything else.

“So uh, y/n was it? You’re the first human we’ve ever met,” Ruffle said

“To be honest I thought you’d look a bit different than I thought humans look. You’re just a taller elf, sorta like Mr. Claus,” Clack continued.

“Mr. Claus huh? I saw his picture at- at somewhere around here before getting kidnapped. What’s he like?” you asked.

“Well…we haven’t met him in person, BUT!!” Ruffle spoke up. “We’ve heard so much about the guy! Big, handsome, and super super nice to the folks around town! Not just some jolly round old guy either!”

“I heard he’s got some muscle on him!” Clack flexed his arm, and to your surprise you could see his muscles flex like he was made of flesh. “Bet underneath that coat he’s got some beef to him! Some big tough wrestlers build!” You leaned back in your seat, trying to imagine that, and thinking about the portrait you saw at Jack Frost’s mansion. A large, burly, round bellied older man with that nice, kind smile and curly cloud-like hair…that’s actually not too bad sounding…

“Oh! y/n!” Ruffle spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “So how were you doing with Mr. Cedar? He seems like a hardass, hope he didn’t treat you uh…too roughly…” You raised an eyebrow at that. What did he…surely Ruffle didn’t hear…

“What do you…?”

“Oh uh, look!” Ruffle brought the sled to a stop, and very quickly took you out the sled. What you saw looking out the window of Mr. Cedar’s office was absolutely nothing compared to looking at all of this from up close. You lived in the city before, you’ve seen the bright lights, the gorgeous trees, the decorations strewn about every December as you walked along the snowy streets, be it day or night. And yet you were still awestruck at the magic of the bright lights, the massive, massive pine trees, the buildings with folks in the windows dancing or cooking or just relaxing with a drink. The streets were busy, though some folks stopped to stare at the sled you three just rode in on, but nevertheless continued on their merry way.

The shops had big bright windows with clothes, toys, candy, jewelry, so many things on display, with elves coming in and out, packing up their own gifts for one another. If you looked closely, you could even see some of the elves in there working away at making their own toys and clothes. Everything seemed so happy, so bright, so filled with life in every corner you looked. Your head was practically spinning from all of this, and Clack seemed to see that you looked close to fainting from the sheer awe of it all. He went and very gently patted your head, looking down with a smile on his face.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” he asked. “We’re gonna make sure you have a lotta fun.”

“I trust you guys to do that!” you smiled. “There’s so much here, oooo it’s perfect!!”

“Then let’s not waste anymore of the day just looking!” Ruffle grabbed you, picking you up to carry you on his shoulder. “Let’s go then little buddy!”

—

This was probably the most fun you had in a while. When Clack and Ruffle told you you were going to have a fun time, they weren’t kidding. Looks like Mr. Cedar gave them a fair bit of money JUST to spend on you, and they took you shopping for snacks, some cake, and you got to try elk meat for the first time! After that with the lakes being frozen over, you went ice skating…albeit, very poorly, and the two nutcrackers practically had to carry you the entire time so you wouldn’t constantly eat shit on the ice. You couldn’t really buy any of the clothes you were looking at, since even if you wouldn’t remember all this, they would be too small when you got back home anyway…but that didn’t stop you from gleefully trying them on with Clack and Ruffle very excitedly encouraging you, hunched over in very small seats for them.

As the day grew darker and the night came in, Clack and Ruffle had taken you out to the fair at the very heart of the city. You recognized the massive ferris wheel located in the center of town, and it was even more marvelous up close. Your feet started to hurt at this point, so you sat, waiting for Clack to bring back some snacks while Ruffle sat next to you.

“How’ve you been enjoying the day?” Ruffle turned to you, casually kicking his feet in the snow.

“It’s been great, I’ve had a lotta fun here!” you leaned against him, closing your eyes a bit. “Shame I’ll forget this all when I’m gone. But I have family and friends back home. If I could, I'd come here to visit during the holidays.”

“Awww, I’d love to have you visit, you’re a peach!” Ruffle wrapped an arm around you. “I am gonna miss this, everyone’s been busy preparing for the holidays. Little to no breaks even for the likes of us.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is it exactly you guys do?”

“Oh! I mean, there’s not much to say. We’re bodyguards, handymen, protectors, all that sort. It’s a simple job, I mean I hope it is, because I was literally built for that. Now can I ask you a question?” You raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

“So…what were you and Mr. Cedar up to when you two were together?” That made you shoot up from your seat all of a sudden, eyes wide and faced hot and flustered despite the cold weather.

“O-oh uh…well,” you looked away from him. “I saw that Mr. Cedar was stressed out from work…so I uh…gave him some advice is all!”

“Advice eh?” Ruffle smiled, a very smug smile as he leaned back in his seat. “Trying to get him to relax huh? He’s seemed happier lately despite all the stuff he’s had to do. That advice must’ve been amazing~!”

“Oh hush, why are you asking this all of a sudden?” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“Well uh…how about I ask you when Clack comes back? You did want a chocolate peppermint donut after all.” And like on cue, Clack was there carrying the snacks you had asked for, a smile on his face.

“I’m back! Hope I didn’t take too long!” he grinned.

“Oh you came just in time!!” Ruffle greeted him. “Now we can ask about that ‘thing’ we were talking about earlier.”

“The thing…?” There was a pause, before Clack realized what his buddy was talking about.

“Ohhhhhh the thing! Oh yeah!! So!” Clack handed you the food before clasping his hands together. “We have a…proposal.”

“So, you are the first human we’ve seen, and uh…well, okay I’ll be honest,” Ruffle said. “My mind was only partially there when that weird blue crystal messed me up. But I was conscious enough to realize that you and Mr. Cedar Uh…you had your fun. And well…we uh…”

“We had never seen a human this up close before, so we wanted to…” You looked up at both of them, before looking down into their laps, looking back and forth between them. You were curious…did they…?”

“I mean uh, yes, but first off where, and second off how would that work?” you asked. “Are you guys built with uh…?”

“We can show you once we grab the sled and park someplace nice and quiet!” Ruffle looked excited. “Sooo, what do you say?” Both of them had some very excited, happy grins on their faces, and it was so cute and endearing on both of them. You had to hold in a giggle, covering your mouth and looking down at your lap.

“Yanno what? Yeah, I just hope your boss, ole big boy Cedar won’t mind!”

“He won’t! And he doesn’t gotta know anyhow!” Clack leapt up from his seat. “Think of it like…I dunno a study, an experiment! We just wanna see how a cute human like you ticks!”

—

It was a lot more quiet where you guys left the sled. The sounds of the fair were long gone, and it was just the night wind blowing outside. The back seat had been flattened out, allowing for a lot more space for the three of you to move around. You were realizing just how small you were now compared to Clack and Ruffle. You had taken the hat off, fully back to your regular size, but despite that you still felt so so small compared to them.

“So uh…are you uh, ready?” Ruffle asked nervously. “We promise we’ll both be gentle.”

“I’m very ready, trust me,” you nodded. “Here, should I…?”

“Actually,” Clack gently places a massive hand on your shoulder. “Let us, if you don’t mind.” You simply nodded, and just like that, you saw Clack’s hand lower down to your hips, one moving to lift your shirt, and the other to tug down your pants. With just how big he was, you almost felt like a doll being gently undressed so your pretty little clothes wouldn’t tear. Clack and Ruffle were both VERY intently staring down at you, almost in awe, like this was some marvelous new sight to both of them.

“So…not too much different from an elf,” Clack very gently rubbed your hips. “But something about you still feels so different, it’s nice~!”

“Let me try too!” Ruffle very gently nudged Clack out the way, leaning down so that he could plant a peck on the lips. You were surprised to feel that…his lips felt soft! They didn’t feel like hard wood at all, so you leaned up and gave him a second kiss to get another feel for his lips, which surprised him quite a bit.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect that…” you muttered.

“Me…me neither! You’re adorable!!” Ruffle smiled brightly.

“I want a turn too hold on!” Clack grabbed you, pulling you in for a kiss as well, not a quick peck like Ruffle, but rather long, gentle, and slow. You could feel Ruffle wrap an arm around you, leaning in to start kissing at your neck. He noticed after a brief kiss that you had some markings on your body. There were still faint blue markings from Jack, and Ruffle looked rather curious about them.

“How did you get these…?” he asked, tracing a finger along your markings.

“Mm..ah…oh uh…” you pulled from Clack’s kiss. Oh god, Jack could use magic to clothe you and bring you back to safety, but apparently he couldn’t mask these marks. That fuckin bastard... “I just uh…got myself hurt, but don’t worry, kiss there as much as you want to…” Ruffle looked a bit hesitant at first, he didn’t want to hurt you, but you gave him your consent to, and so he started to pay close attention to those marks. He had a tongue, a warm, wet tongue that glided across each mark, and between that and Clack’s gentle kisses, your body shuddered in pleasure from both of them.

Clack grabbed your thigh, taking the time to feel your warm skin underneath his rough, more inorganic feeling hands. You could feel him squeezing you, pinching you, taking his sweet gentle time to just enjoy the feeling of you. Both men seemed excited, happy to get the opportunity to touch you like this.

“You taste…” Clack pulled from the kiss briefly.

“Amazing…” Ruffle moaned breathlessly. You decided to give Ruffle more attention too, and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, moaning into the kiss while your hands ran through Clack’s shiny golden locks. You practically felt smothered between the both of them the way they gleefully groped you, kissed you, fondled whatever parts they could grab. It was both adorable and arousing how excited they seemed.

Both suddenly pulled away, leaving your back pressed against Ruffle, and your legs spread out. Clack seemed to have a gleeful expression on his face, like he had some surprise.

“Now, Technicallyyyyy, we’re not built with reproductive parts…” he said.

“But…that doesn’t mean we don’t have other tools at our disposal…” Ruffle continued. “Here…” he picked you up, so that his thigh was right between your legs, wrapping an arm around you for support.

“Just tell us to stop anytime, and we’ll stop…” Ruffle smiled, kissing you on the cheek. At that second, you could feel a small vibration between your legs. It left a tingle rushing through your body, before centering right at your core as soon as the vibrations got less and less faint. You brought your hand to your mouth, face flushed while your entire body shuddered in pleasure.

“Does that feel good…?” Clack asked softly. Your whimpers were muffled against your hand, but you nodded, moving your hips against Ruffle to feel the vibrating under you even harder. You could feel his pants getting soaked underneath you, already you were becoming a dripping mess, and all you could do was try and muster a weak apology.

“I-I…that’s an…” you whimpered. In turn, Ruffle just kissed your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t apologize, I want you to feel good,” Ruffle reassured you. “You’re so cute, moan as much as you want.”

“B-but what if someone hears us…?”

“Oh we’re parked a good ways away, don’t worry!” Clack kissed you as well, bringing a hand between your legs so he could gently rub your clit. Both sensations made you jolt up, taking your hands off your mouth to grip Clack’s shirt.

“Fuck!! Oh goddd!!” you moaned, much louder than before.

“Oh look at you! You’re soaked, we knew you’d like this!” Ruffle grinned. “Just keep grinding against my leg, come on now. Be as self indulgent as you’d like~!” And self indulgent you were. The friction, the feeling of both Ruffle wrapping his arms around you and Clack massaging your clit with his massive fingers. Both men just seemed to be watching you. Paying attention to your expression and your movements, both out of curiosity and joy that they were pleasuring you so well.

“You’re very pretty like this, you know?” Clack kissed your lips, followed by your neck, right under your ear where Jack left another mark on you. “I hope enough people tell you how nice you look.”

“Especially when you’re this close to cumming~!” Ruffle leaned his head against the nap of your neck. “Cmon now, we wanna know how you sound when you’re ready to burst, go on~!” The vibrations got more intense. Both men were so much more feverish and excited with their movements. The kissing, the fondling…too much, it was too too much. You wanted to hug them both, and tried to wrap one arm around both of them as you cried out in pleasure. Oh god…you made an absolute mess on yourself already. The vibrations against Ruffle’s thighs died down, but you still tried to lazily hump him, even after such a loud orgasm. Both men kissed you, and Ruffle lifted your legs up, locking them in his arms and leaving you in an almost full Nelson grip, completely at the two men’s whims like this.

You only let out a weak yelp, you were nearly limp in his grip, like some little ragdoll for them to play with.

“Keep 'em like that, Ruffle,” Clack said. “I got a much better angle now, you ready, dear?”

“Y-y-yessss…Yes I am…~!” you moaned.

“Perfect~!” Clack pressed his fingers back up against your folds, only this time, the same vibrating sensation you felt against Ruffle, was now all focused onto Clack’s fingers. And this time, you could feel them slowly slide into you.

Oh…oh wow, his fingers were thick…two of them were already stretching you out, vibrating so, so hard inside you, your nerves felt like they were on fire.

“How’s that feel…?” Clack asked. “Again…just give us the word and we can stop anytime you want us to.”

“N-no, no it feels, it feels…!” You cried out in ecstasy, his fingers were so deep inside you, and they began pumping back and forth, at a mechanical rate, like you were using a sex toy instead of being fingered. That caught you off guard, but in the best way imaginable. You could barely squirm, barely move, all you could do was swing your legs each time you felt a sudden bolt of pleasure from Clack. He saw your expression, your mouth agape as you moaned loudly for both of them, and he looked pretty accomplished with himself.

“We’re doing a good job, right?” he asked.

“You feel good, yeah?” Ruffle added. “We want you to feel really good.”

“A-and I do…ohhh I really do…” you moaned. “Keep going please…please…!” Both Ruffle and Clack looked at each other, excitement in their eyes, and a big happy grin plastered across both their faces.

“We’re so happy we could make you feel good!!” Clack exclaimed with joy. The more joyous he sounded, the faster and harder he was against you, and in response you moaned even louder, barely able to do a thing, completely trapped between the two and stimulated to high heavens. Quicker than you realized, you came against Clack’s fingers. Your throat felt a bit sore already just from moaning as much as you did, and you barely had time to recover from that…before suddenly Ruffle turned you upside down, and you barely had room to breathe as the two were pressed against you from both sides. Your legs wrapped around Ruffle, and both of them seemed to take the time to look at just how soaked you were.

“Oh wow you are soaking wet!” Clack exclaimed. “Mm…I kind of want a taste…”

“Well don’t just stand there then, numbnuts,” Ruffle immediately dove in between your legs, and you felt his hot, wet mouth pressed against you. You were way too sensitive now at this point, and this didn’t make things any better. All you could muster was a weak, yet very pleasured whine, only becoming louder when Clack took the time to lean down and lick and suck on your clit. Both their tongues were taking time to explore your most sensitive parts, swapping their tongues either inside you or tasting your swollen, sensitive clit.

“Fuuuuck…ohhhh fuckkkk!!” you cried out. That was all you could muster before your moaning became completely incoherent and rambled.

“Mmm…oh you taste good~!” Ruffle pulled away briefly.

“Taste amazing more like it~!” Clack moaned. “I’m so glad we did this, you’re practically perfect~!” Both of them dove back between your legs, and you felt like you were gonna pass out at this moment. Not just from the blood rushing from your head, but the fact that there was barely a break before being pleasured all over again.

“I…I…” you could barely utter anything, anything at all. It felt too good and yet it was almost torture having a back to back orgasm. They were both so happy to see how good you felt, and they were both amazing. Your face felt hot, you could feel the blood rushing to your head, and you swore you were close to blacking out. The only thing bringing you back to reality was the fact that you came so suddenly against the both of them, letting out one final squeal of pleasure, before you went completely limp in their arms. Ruffle let go, and let you fall right into Clack’s lap, and you looked completely out of it.

“Oh uh…whoops,” Clack looked down at you, poking your cheeks. “Did we break them?”

“Nahh, let's just get them back to base,” Ruffle took off his jacket, allowing you to use it as a blanket while Clack went to turn on the sled. You were ready to fall asleep in the sled like this. It was relaxing to hear the motor and the treads move against the snow, so you drifted off asleep…

Up until Clack had shaken you awake suddenly. You don’t know how long it was, but you were back in the main city.

“Hey, hey hey hey!!” he said. “Let's help you get your clothes and the hat on, you won’t believe who's in town!”

“H…huh…what…?” you looked up, and saw a crowd out the window. Through that crowd, you saw someone very, very familiar. He stood above the elves all surrounding him, dressed in a nice, sleek red suit with a fluffy white fur coat draped around his shoulders. Gold and white spectacles, dark skin, curly white hair and beard, that large frame of his, and the warm, welcoming smile. You felt a similar excitement that you only remembered when you were young, before you were told Santa Claus was fake. But this was no old guy in a costume, no no, this was the real man.

Just your luck, you could ask him to send you back home!

#cuppimagines #nsft #nsft text #a jolly odd christmas

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Jijinjung: Claws Out

When the story is hidden in the negative

Sunshine is also going MIA... maybe we could fight poison (tears) with poison (more tears) 🫠

Therefore here's a look back at 6 years ago.

Foreword (main content below the cut): wobbled back and forth on whether to post this or not but as you can see, I've landed on 'Y'.

I reason that with the cloak of Jinkook, I've already repelled like 92-97% of the fandom so my corner on the outlier won't cause any waves & there's isn't any true knowledge of the actual cause AND this is an incident from their distant past. A month ago I was determined to do a long written form version of that Jinkook jealous tiff from back in November 2017, this one:

Because I loved the analysis by With Jinkook/Kookjin from YT on it 💗

However, when replaying the fancam countless times to capture my silly lil screenshots and gifs, I found a different angle of the story that is much more plausible to me and unfortunately, not quite Jinkook-centered. It's a bit more like Jk got caught up in the middle of it.

The two leads are Jin and Jimin (again). So... this factored into my hesitation to post(Jinkook is still present but it's bittersweet).

⚠️ Contrary to the last petty argument pointed out between Jin and Jimin, this one implies a more serious fight. Please read at your own discretion. ⚠️

Please also remember that this is solely an outside perspective of the whole ordeal.

Due to there being no audible dialogue from the fancams and my inability to read lips and transcribe romanized Hangul, the content of the quarrel is still very much a mystery. Therefore, this analysis is highly interpretive.

I'm only going off the physical actions, looks, and reactionary effects visible from the fancams.

After this one, things will be back on track~ Got no more Jinmin cards hidden up my sleeve.

Alright, story time🌙

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It's 1 November 2017, and BTS had just returned to work after a short break over the last week of October.

Spirits in the team should be high because the members had spent their vacation relaxing or traveling; where especially of note was Jimin and Jungkook that went to Tokyo together (Oct 28-30). The Jikook trip was a pretty big deal because at that time no two members have ever travelled alone to another country before.

Their first schedule was performing for the Pyeongchang Olympics G-100 Concert, and Bangtan had gathered onstage for the ending ensemble song rehearsal.

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BTS were waiting on standby like the rest of the singers, and 2seok had a cute lil interaction at the very start of the video. Jin gestured for Hobi to stand on his right and when moving over, both reached around each other for some playful butt pats.

Take note of Hobi's surprise at Jin returning the playfulness, it seemed like Jin was acting a bit out of sorts in his eyes.

Almost instantly, a slick Jungkook slid into frame after and made sure to get close enough to Jin for his jacket to brush against his arm.

I won't derail into giving examples of Jk making his presence known to Jin whenever someone is threatening his spot. There will be no end to this post. But veteran Jinkookers, I know you have a montage of sulky Jk in your minds ready to go 🙌

And if you're unsure if Jk's subtle bump against Jin had anything to do with 2seok, don't fret for Jk will follow up.

Soon, all the singers were directed to move forward on the stage.

While trudging up, Jin turned around to tell Jk about something he pointed at and ushered him up to the very front (probably because he was going to be in the ensemble).

It's clear there weren't any signs of tension between Jinkook yet:

Notice that Jimin was also selected to sing for the ensemble but Jin didn't seem to care or acknowledge this, for he passed up Jimin in his line of sight when turning to Jk.

Soon they eventually ended up standing in these haphazard positions, with Jk in the front by himself, and Jin shoulder to Jimin:

Jin's disdain for Jimin is subtle still because he hadn't shown any obvious signs of hostility yet.

But we could glean some unpleasantry by when Jimin turned towards him and he remained staring ahead, not responding in the slightest. Jimin then turned back to the front without doing or saying anything else.

The tension had began brewing, but was still minimal.

Next up, is when the conflict starts to crystallize. And we have secretary Min Suga to thank for making it apparent. For a couple of significant things happened at the same time.

Firstly in the new positions they were at, Jk was in the very front so none of the members were in his field of vision. Now let's watch him do a ballet turn as he tried to nonchalantly check on 2seok behind him:

Peg how Hobi looked back at Jk like he felt Jk's eyes on him. And peg Jimin, who was just an instrument in Jk's play of nonchalance. He didn't bother responding to Jk although he said something.

Additionally, look at how Jk took advantage of the momentum to take a step backwards - to be closer to Jin - but simultaneously also leaned in to Jimin. Yeeahh.. wasn't the best move.

The second significant event was the eternal roommates' whisper conversation while Jk was doing his lil twirl. Yoongi leaned in behind Jin, said something to him and then with a whip of their heads, both looked intensely over at Jimin.

This was the first obvious sign of discord.

Now from the angle of the fancam, I'm not sure if Jimin could see Jin turning to look at him but almost like a response, Jimin leaned away and moved to the left, pulling Jk along.

Looked like he was using Jk as a buffer between him and Jin 😂

Then next... came The Glare.

(BTW I know I'm picking apart everything to shreds lol I'll provide a summary at the end for anyone who doesn't want these hyper-analyzed break downs)

Within a span of 3 seconds, a flurry of events set in motion one of Jin's fiercest expressions to date. Being Jin biased, I focus on him a lot and I can say this for sure, it's different from when he smolders on stage or blinks hangrily. On a good day, he's a pro idol and knows how to control his expressions in public, but this day he let out an emotion I rarely see him show.

The chain of actions went down like this: Yoongi first said something to Joon, then Joon leaned forward to whisper to Jk. Jk turned to his right to hear Joon better and when this was happening, Jin was gesturing at something and turned to his left as if reporting to Yoongi, but then you find out his real motive was so that he could catch Jk's gaze and give him this incredibly intense warning:

I will wither like a daisy sprayed with pure bleach if he looked at me like that.

Jin-san is big mad.

The Glare could be a little confusing as to why suddenly Jin was mad at Jk but a connection can be made. There was already something going on between Jinmin and when Jk didn't draw a clear line from Jimin, he incurred Jin's wrath as well. Leaning closer to Jimin? Walking towards Jimin? Hmph.

There's another layer to this: that Jk was also involved in whatever angered Jin. He had gotten a pass at first but when he didn't make a stand for Jin or show any remorse (roughly speaking), Jin decided to retract his leniency. I'm only adding this layer based off Jin's behavior since the beginning of the video - being extra touchy with Hobi and later on with Tae and B.A.P Youngjae. Just remember that he's in the middle of a quarrel so you can't take his 'cheeriness' to be what it is. Dare I say Jin was being chummy with others to elicit Jk's unhappiness? It does look that way.

Ultimately, The Glare is thanks to Jinkook's special relationship, giving us an honest display of emotions from Jin. You rarely ever see him losing his cool in public but when it comes to Jk, Jin won't hesitate to show what he feels.

*Side note: There's more to dive into on how Jk isn't very attuned to others' feelings so Jin has to make it extra clear when he wants him to know.

A glimpse of this trait can be seen here lol because when Jin glared that hard at Jk, Jk still didn't get it at first 😂

Right after Jin shot laser eyes at him, Jk was just freed from RM's whispering, so you'd think he would check on Jin or would be affected by the glare... nah, he turned around to start singing playfully with Yoongi:

Look at Suga humoring Jk 😂

Jk probably did get a hint that Jin was mad because after a beat, he turned to stare unabashedly at Jin as if observing him. Jin soon started to playfully sing at Yoongi and only paused for a fraction of a section for his gaze to land on Jk - and only then did Jk turn away...still looking dazed but he got it this time 😂

I'll save the deep dive into Jk's headspace for another time.

And hence why the difference to how Jin displayed his anger against Jimin and against Jk. Jimin cares and will be highly reactive to others' emotions, but for Jk, you gotta spell it out for him. And when he does get it (and does care) he's gonna be extra, extra affected. Simply because less gets past his walls and his lil internal soldiers are less experienced with warfare. Therefore for Jimin, he plainly got ignored whilst Jk got a big dose of laser eyes.

Then let's switch focus briefly to the two rappers in the back - Yoongi and Namjoon.

Here's Yoongi and Joon's behaviors during the brewing tension:

And here's RM glaring at Jimin for 3 seconds:

These looks... Their reactions to the Jijinjung conflict was what really made me believe the Jikook trip by itself wasn't the cause of the tension. tbh I also don't see Jin getting so riled up two days later after Jikook arrived back in S.Korea. If anything, it felt like something that just happened before the fancam where Jimin did something to offend Jin, possibly involving Jk. I'm a Jnkkr so that might sound like I'm suggesting those two made out behind Jin's back or something but NOOO!! Not in that direction. Pls don't go there, delulu is welcome here but it has to have some moral limits. Honestly, I've got no idea...if you think you do, pls dm me ✨ I need some enlightenment.

(Can you guys believe we're only 1 minute into the fancam? LOL🕺🏻 Don't worry, the most important actions already occurred. I'll be fast forwarding through the remaining 3 minutes.)

Previously, I called him Secretary Min Suga because he seemed to have a grasp on the whole situation from start to finish and played advisor to various members.

Sin's second whisper conversation started up when:

Look at how Yoongi gestured for Jin to come closer so he may rest a whole elbow comfortably on the length of his shoulder. And Jk was listening.

In fact, after Jin heard something and went 'EH?' in an irritated manner, Yoongi continued talking and then Jk reacted to the convo by looking down and leaning away sulkily:

It's quite clear that Sin weren't chatting about dinner or the weather; it had something to do with Jk. Subsequently for the remainder of the video, Yoongi's little glances at Jk and Jimin also gave most of the content away. It also looked like Jin's final answer mouthed to Yoongi's questions was 'I don't/didn't know' ...hm.

At this point Jinkook who were standing pretty close together at first now had this ocean wide of a gap between them.

Later on, Secretary Min also whispered with Leader Kim and Jk saw this and wanted to hear the contents. Yoongi rejected Jk with a shake of his head and a kind smile.

🥲 Jk and Jimin were being shut out by the rest.

Meanwhile Jin, the one who's slighted, didn't seem to want to show too much negativity so he was doing his best talking and singing along with Hobi and Tae on the sidelines. Those two might not look like they were aware but they were, they're just choosing to stay above it.

As mentioned earlier, Jin got chummy with Tae. When Tae started mimicking the solo singer belting out a high note, Jin played along.

Tae had placed his hands around Hobi and Jin's shoulders, then moved to only Jin... just in time to catch Jungkook watching from the corner of his eyes:

Poor Tae... gotta say Jk's glare was much more effective than Jin's at making the other party shrink.

...Refer to the video for how distinct the mood was between the two groups: Jimin and Jk~ singing stiffly during their lines and those not in the song~ having fun lip-syncing. It's also noticeably how Jimin hadn't spoken or interacted with anyone except Jk.

My heart ached when Jk spotted Jin having fun during his second verse, and Jk tried to catch Jin's smile but failed.

How dare you ignore Jk. I'm sorry. But like how dare you Jin.

It must have been especially uncomfortable for Jk when he saw Jin throwing himself onto B.A.P. Youngjae, as they were dismissed from the stage:

His eyes never left Jin when walking off

Jk's unhappy gaze trained onto a specific direction

Hobi had also seen Jin and Youngjae, and seemed to be semi-reassuring (?) Jk by gently ushering him away.

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The tension that built during the span of the rehearsal fancam did not go away in the remaining parts of the day. In fact, I'd say it culminated at an all-time high during the ending performance of the ensemble song that night.

Before getting to their official performance at night, there's another fancam where they were by themselves.

Their group rehearsal for DNA and Fire:

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For the most part I couldn't see anything off but some instances did give away the individual member's mental state.

Example, during DNA, Jin and Tae were relaxed enough to be playing around with each other

Much like they were before during the ensemble song fancam.

Then between the two songs, BTS practiced a short segue into the second song and it's not common to see Jk with his head down while Jin was talking and then fully turning his body to block him out... (starts at around 4:07...I've hit the pic limit lol)

Jk also seemed tired and out of it during Fire:

'Tis why I say when he's affected, he's really affected.

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I don't think a point-by-point break down is necessary for the ending stage Butterfly of the night. The tension was evident and consistent.. and made me super uncomfortable to rewatch once I was aware of the atmosphere and the split down the middle of the group.

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There's also another angle from a different fancam, where you could see Jimin and Jk at the front row by themselves while the others stayed back.

Cameras and eyes were trained onto them so everyone was doing their best to smile and sway to the music. But these genuine kids... they can't ever hide their emotions entirely which for this case is heartbreaking to watch.

The two singing (🐥🐰) were standing there with their hands clasped together, the trio (🐻🐹🐿️) on the right seemed to be pretty cheerful while two remaining (🐱🐨) at the back weren't as stiff but also not quite relaxed. The whole group dynamic was off that night.

And Jk especially couldn't hide how bothered he was... like when he spotted Jin 'having the time of his life' (probably not tho), he who was also softly lip-syncing a moment ago, stopped short:

Another angle + extended reaction after:

Later on when the fireworks started startling everyone on stage, Jimin and Jk reacted in that 'tense but still wants to give some reactions' sort of way (like me at a birthday karaoke bar) while everyone behind them were literally running away.

Yeah...it was not a great day for the whole team overall.

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Dear reader, if you've come this far and still aren't convinced that Jinmin were locked in a standoff during the entire day of Nov 1, as always BTS will clear the air themselves. (The Jinkook side of things was louder and I'm sure you could follow my train of thoughts better 😉)

The outro to this whole debacle can be found in the AskAnythingChat interview released half a year later in April 2018. WOOPDIDA!!!🧚🏽‍♀️ Yee, it's connected to November 1, 2017. Who knew that meme of a video had traces of drama gun powder eh😏

Because the interview happened only a mere 2 weeks after that day:

One of the many times I'm thankful for their hair colors that found me the filming date.

I believe those who had watched the interview already know the parts I'm about to mention. (3:37 & 5:12)

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Even if you've never seen the whole thing you've definitely seen I LOVE HAMBURGER AND SPRITE✨

The basic structure was MC Jin reading the questions in English and the rest answering the questions to the best of their ability.

The question that gave the baby chick a chance to finally strike back against his Jin hyung on camera was this:

WHAT DO YOU GUYS ARGUE ABOUT THE MOST?

I could almost see the wheels turning in Jimin's head as he got ready to strike LOL

"Maybe you." Jimin said in a serious tone, pointing at Jin.

And everyone seemed a little confused because the atmosphere was still goofy a second ago. Then the Kim brothers all chorused in response ("What-What-Mo?"), to which Jimin simply repeated what he said in Korean, and everyone suddenly got the reference. When everyone's reactions were in unison, that's when you know they're thinking of that same, specific instance.

MC Jin had to continue the interview so he went, "Ahh~ EE, what kind?" Well now that you've brought it up...say it.

At the counterattack, Jimin got flustered and said, "Eohh... sorry." Eh, never mind I can't say.

Which prompted the whole team to start giggling. Yes.. he couldn't say what exactly and apologized quickly. (Also, I found it cute that Tae leaned forward when Jimin was hesitating, like he was warning his chingu with his eyes, 'Are you really going to say it?' and then laughed when Jimin just went "sorry.")

And the speed at how RM moved it along ("OK." That's enough) and Jin following with "Ok, ok, next question!" Jimin was also suddenly co-hosting, "Ok! Let's go, next question!" Teamwork✨ y'all.

Overall, from the tittering laughter and amused reactions, it's clear that they had all gotten over the argument and were no longer harboring residual unhappiness.

However, it was a pretty big quarrel after all and maybe the baby chick just wanted to get the last word in.

As one jab wasn't enough for his unserious Jin hyung, there came a second 😂

Double whammy. I think Jimin was satisfied with this final blow because Jin played along 😆 This was probably the last time we got a glimpse into this disagreement. I'd say it ultimately ended on a good note because the whole team was feeling good about cracking jokes, and neither of the two leads seemed to have taken anything to heart.

Conclusion time.

So an 'incident' had occurred on or before November 1 between Jin and Jimin, where Jimin seemed to have been the provoker. Jin was quietly freezing Jimin out, when out stepped Jk, not grasping the situation and only concerned about all the skinship his Jin hyung was getting. It's likely the conflict also had something to do with Jk because Jin seemed to be holding it in at first, but finally exploded at him on stage with a warning glare. Jk soon got the message and was adversely affected for the rest of the day as well.

The tension spread quickly throughout the team and while some were able to excuse themselves from the drama, some were stuck in the middle of it. The tension did not dissipate all day and was especially strong at the end of the night. How the quarrel was broken up is unknown, but likely was not dragged on because of BTS' policy: talk it out before the day ends. So although we didn't get to see the resolution, there probably was one once they were all alone.

About 2 weeks later, the guys were in America for their promos and attending the AMAs. During one casual interview, Jimin found an opportunity to 'strike back' at his Jin hyung for freezing him out on that cold November day. Jin took it in stride and everyone could finally relax about the whole ordeal.

Regarding the content of the fight:

It couldn't be something as simple as Jin being jealous over the Jikook trip. I say this because of how quickly and surely Yoongi and Namjoon sided with Jin. Their reactions seem to indicate that Jimin was the party at fault. Simply jealousy couldn't have incurred such a strong response from these two cool-headed cats.

Another aspect solely regarding Jimin - he's generally a very caring and considerate person, so whatever he did probably wasn't something he felt like was deliberately wrong. It's possibly a clash of values or an accident of some sort. Unfortunately Jin did take offense to the cause, and subsequently, everyone except Jk seemed to take Jin's side. Later on his jabs at Jin in the AAC interview also showed that he still felt defensive or maybe wronged over the whole ordeal. I don't know what was at the core of their fight but for some reason, I think I'm siding with Jimin again for this one. Just based off how everything looked, I didn't like the way the boys froze him out. (Jimin, did you maybe destroy Jin's pink hoodie? What other heinous crime could it be)

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Lastly, I have this small piece to add onto the validity of the existence of the Jinmin squabble...

At the Macau stop of their Wings tour on Nov 4, Jimin had to sit out on choreography due to muscle pain in his neck and shoulders. As someone who has frequently experienced stress before in the same manner, I believe the conflict might have had something to do with Jimin's health issues.

More footage on Jimin and BTS during that period can be found in their documentary series Burn the Stage and various fancams. As Jimin was in a vulnerable state, I won't be showing anything here, feel free to look them up.

But do watch this if you need a wholesome reason to cry because you will over how everyone took turns cheering Jimin up during Spring Day:

He's too hard on himself I feel. It seemed like everyone had already let go but he was still dwelling on it alone. Look at how all the members were joking around him 🙆 That's why this team is a team y'all. They never leave anyone behind if they're down.

Personal note: I think I get how Jimin felt because I've also had instances where I acted carelessly and caused someone to be upset, and this in turn stressed me out and I couldn't stop thinking about the situation even after days have passed.

BTW I really appreciate you who took the time out to read this post 💛 I tend to overthink a lot when writing about more 'negative' stuff so I start to get woooordy LOL I probably can't change how my brain works in the short term but perhaps after posting more, I'll get the hang of cutting to the chase 😁

Anyways, I'm glad I was able to tell this story years later as a fan because I'm that secure in their friendship and bond. There are ups and downs in any great friendships, and I'm here for all of theirs.

So that's my interpretation of the Jijinjung tussle. 🌙

#jin #jimin #jinmin #I'm all for my loves but drama & dot connecting are my passion #fighting is what makes people grow closer #jungkook #jinkook #kookjin #long post

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