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cindylcuwho · 29 days

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¡ purely nonsense, chapter two ♥︎ !

“ ⭒.‧ i don’t even know , i’m talking nonsense ‧. ⭒ “

prologue , 01 — more to come 🥥

* ⋆ . · ⋆ y/n flipped the pages of her baby pink notebook, a red pen scribbling out poor made stars against the pages filled with songs she felt fit.

the album for the most part had been finished, with only ten tracks in the talks of being added. the finished song files collected dust in her laptop as they sat waiting for the day the public could hear it.

the expected tracklist post was yet to be on all platforms, or to even be made, but she still teased at some lyrics for fans to obsess and speculate over. countless of theories were being dogpiled on if the dropped lines were about a specific person, or if they were just made up in the heat of a moment.

y/n sat against her headboard of her bed. her skin glowed under the haziness of the lamp next to her as she flipped through the pages of her notebook.

a red pen that sat in her left hand moved swiftly, scribbling out poorly made doodles against the pages filled with songs she felt fit perfectly on the upcoming album.

no longer feeling as productive as she was, y/n hooked her legs to the edge of the bed and stood, stretching her arms out. she was bedsided all day, hunched over her side doing whatever to keep her busy and from getting up.

y/n looked down at the notebook, before closing and stuffing it farth beneath her pillow and. her phone from its rested charging position on her nightstand and walked to the kitchen.

there wasn’t much food in the apartment, she rarely felt the urge to cook something that wouldn’t take under twenty minutes and it was only her living there- hence why the cabinets were filled with only quick on the go snacks.

as she snacked on a small container of pringles, her mind wandered back to the uneasy thought of chris. it was weird, she barely knew anything about him other than the persona he displays on the shared channel, yet she was overthinking what he said about her on the podcast he had with his brothers.

maybe he wasn’t as much of a fan as he thought, most fans would instantly reply if they saw her message, but then again y/n felt that she didn’t have a right to be mad. many people before him had used her name for some seven minutes of fame, and he wouldn’t be the last.

with a burdening sigh, she pulled out her phone and opened instagram. she didn’t want to push this problem away, this time she was gonna see what was up.

swiping to her messages she clicked on chris’s messages. just as her fingers were about to type she came to the worst realization ever; she left him on read. not the other way around.

‘oh god’ she thought, ‘i’m the worst person ever’. the queasy feeling of shame and embarrassment filled her stomach as she stared at his old message.

‘ 3 weeks ago ‘ y/n clicked the button on the right side, turning her phone off. she frowned at her reflection. did it really take her that long to realize? she spent the few weeks busy out of her mind, yet she still had enough time to complain about chris’s wrong doing to her friends- yet it was her who was wrong in the end.

‘maybe i can fix this?’ y/n went back to their messages. she deeply wanted to apologize to him, being left on by someone he looked up to was probably hurtful, but maybe he’d give her the same treatment she gave him.

she couldn’t help but to keep thinking about it until it was the only thing she could do. y/n left the rest of the pringles to grow stale on her counter and went back to her room.

she was already laying back down. the guilt was already so heavy, she could barely lift herself up. y/n swiped through her contacts before calling the only person who would know what she’s talking about

“mad, i did the worst thing i think i can do as a person.” y/n whispered. she heard a door shut before the a voice piped up, “unless you dropped a vending machine on someone it couldn’t be that bad.”

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@ y/nsmusical

@ — why are forks fucking everywhere ???

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@ lorena : i’m scared to ask how you even found the image of a fork ↳ @ y/nsmusical : you don’t wanna know how deep my search history is 🙂

@ fan123 : the NAILSSSSSS

@ jshwmis : we need a pop rock album next ms queen

@ billieeilish : do you float still or no? ↳ @ y/nsmusical : i used to know yk but idrk now

@ chrissgirl : OHMYGOD NICK LIKED ↳ @ ynsbaby : who’s nick?

@ christophersturniolo : new music finally

@ taylorswift : oh my baby ↳ @ y/nsmusical : oh my mommy

@ matthewsturniolo : everybody moved on but i stayed there *shows exhale being my most repeated song* im just a girl 😔 ↳ @ y/nsmusical : IM CRYING ↳ @ mattstoothpaste : “i’m just a girl” *said by a twenty yr old straight white male*

@ madisonbeer: party girl 🎉🎉 ↳ @ y/nsmusical : jus my girl 🎉🎉

@ christophersturniolo: ready for you to be my # 1 artist 20 years in a row 😇😇 ↳ @ y/nsmusical : most iconic duo tbh

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“babe, you have to come!” the sweet voice belonging to madison echoed from the phones speaker. y/n was still in the same position she was two hours ago laying on her bed.

all the brunette could hear was occasional shuffling and the constant clacking of y/ns laptop as she typed out pure nonsense in a google doc. “y/n, cmon.” she begged.

madison was planning to throw a party tonight. it wasn’t for anything big, she viewed it as a ‘get to know each other’ type thing for all the friends she made in L.A. and almost everybody invited RSVP’d, besides y/n but she was always figured as a show up.

normally, y/n would’ve loved to go out and have fun meeting new friends, but tonight she was too busy stuck in her angsty feelings over her recent discovery to even think of going to any type of party.

“maddi, i love you, but i wanna stay home.” she whined out. madison let out a dramatic huff, not ready to give up. after a couple minutes of nonsensical back and forth, she suddenly remembered who she had invited, knowing the mention might be the push to send y/n over the edge.

“what if i said chris was gonna be going?” y/n’s breath hitched. her fingers were hovering over the keyboards keys as she processed the undertones in her friends words. “which chris?” she hesitantly asked.

with, or even without madisons silence, y/n already knew which one she was talking about.

she threw her head back on her pillow. y/n was anything but ready to face chris after the accidental mishaps. “pleasee, it’ll be so fun!” madison pleaded.

the blonde sighed at her friend. it was only one party, one night, and there’d be plenty of people there that the chances of even seeing chris or his lookalikes would be unlikely.

y/n grabbed ahold of her phone as she stood, already walking to the closet. “if it gets boring after 30 minutes, i’m leaving.” she decided.

madison cheered into the microphone, quickly getting over the sad act she was putting up, “deal!! i’ll see you there, party girl.”

y/n let out a sigh when she heard the ‘click’ signaling the end of the call. ‘only thirty minutes’ she thought. y/n had to keep repeating mental reminders as she got ready in a short black dress that had blue feathers attached to the top.

‘thirty minutes, and we won’t see him. you’ll be fine.’ was the only thing she could say to herself as she walked out to her car.

‘you’ll be fine.’

— ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ dedicated to, and idea created by @freshloveee :)

— ꒰ 💭 ꒱ filler chapter ish ??? sorry i kept saying i was gonna publish ts then didn’t - i had the worst writers block but what if i said chapter three will be inspo for a pop hit 😝😝

— ꒰ ❣️ ꒱ the taglist! @sturniolopepsi , @junnniiieee07 , @xyzstar , @st4rswrld , @sturnrc , @hearts4sturniolo , @maryx2xx , @r6diosturns ( ❤️ ) comment to be added :)

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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hey fang, how do we feel about isagi + prone bone position and him moaning in your ear telling you about how much he loves you and how perfect you are for him

im thinking deeply of him today and this just came on my mind and wanted to know your thoughts

tell me, tell me, i tend to you | y. isagi

✮ tags ; prone-bone <333, porn no plot, afab + fem!reader (referred to as isagis girlfriend), aged-up charas + isagi is a pro player, reader is a dorming uni student, fingering, creampies, praise and affection, isagi is a little bit of a tease 18+

✮ wc ; 3.1k (idek)

✮ a/n ; anon you sent this in sept im so sorry. but he's in my mind. i desire and want him bad. title from a brent faiyaz song

✮ synopsis ; isagi is always wanting to be as close as possible.

Isagi lingers on you like a shadow.

He sticks famously to your sides. All your paparazzi photos that eventually blow up on twitter are taken with him wrapped around. His face buried in your shoulder while you're standing in line. His hand in your lap while you watch movies.

Just a few months, he was trending on twitter because of his P.D.A. A video taken by his manager, closing in on him resting his sweaty head in your lap. Rubbing his face against your thigh with a pout before reaching out for your hand and rubbing his thumb over your ring size.

Through the muffled audio, only one thing could be heard. The sound of your named in his voice, lips curling around the words i like you before placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

He isn't very public about your relationship otherwise. When people ask about you, he's minimal with the informaiton. But every time it does end up in the public eye, it's almost always because everyone finds the way Isagi sticks to you to be endearing. He likes being close to you.

He's always been big on physical touch. When he's tired or stressed - the first thing he does is collapse on top of you, itching to be looked after. He'll bring your hand all the way to his neck and wait for you to scratch his scalp asleep.

And when he misses you, the first thing you'll recieve is a bone-crushing hug and a plethora of kisses all over your face. Always followed by a muffled confession of longing.

It should be no surprise to you that Isagi is always aching for ways to close the gaps between you. Searching for solutions to ensure he can be as close as he can, fit himself into the crevice between your heart and ribs just because.

It's not surprise to feel Isagi hover over you after a long week away from home.

You lay flat on your stomach as you sift through the syllabus of your classes next semester. The sun is barely starting to set and you're comfortable in your bed - heather grey sheets and a big comforter over you.

You smell like citrus and soap. Crisp, cool evening air lets you breathe easy as you read through a bunch of repeated plagarism policies and pre-emptively stress about due dates. Your face is propped up on your palm. Your legs are up, crossed at the ankle and swinging as you read.

You're too entrenched in it to hear the shower turn off. You only notice Isagi when he's already entered back in the room, feeling his presence before you turn your head to look.

He clicks the door behind him gently, locking it before leaning back on the door frame. You turn your head without looking first, before Isagi clears his throat to catch your attention.

When you finallydo look, you feel something stir in your stomach. You've got a good looking boyfriend, you always seem to forget. His shirt is gone and discarded - a part of basketball shorts just barely pulled up over his boxers.

His hair is wet, pushed back and dripping on his shoulders where a grey towel is hung around his neck. You feel conscious of yourself, and your proximity. How many weeks it's been since you've last seen him. So you laugh, soft, crossing your arms and resting your chin on your upper arm.

"Hey, handsome."

He grins at you.

"Jeez. Hey. I missed you."

Before you get a chance to reply, Isagi makes his way towards you. Feet padding on the floor before he stops, pulling his knee up till its resting on the matress. He's just in front of you, your face directly towards his abs.

He bends down for you, hands on the side of your face. You pull yourself up, pushed up on one hand to meet in the middle. When Isagi kisses you, he's soft. He's a lot more confident than when you first started dating, slow strokes of his thumb across your cheek. Everything feels likes its stopped around you.

Isagi looks hungry when he pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth as he cradles your face in his hands.

"You been busy?"

"Mm, a little? University is opening up again soon so I was being pro-active."

"Woah, you're so smart. My girlfriends so cool."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm getting in your good graces before you abandon me for your dorms."

"You're already in my good graces, dummy."

"Nice."

He kisses you one more time, this time your forehead before pulling away. When he's stood up again, you move to pull the comforter off your body and let him join you in bed.

But Isagi reads your actions before you can do it. He pulls them off in one fell swoop before pausing, breath catching. When you look up, his eyes are blown out. You turn your head to look at him clearly, brows tightened in confusion.

"Baby?"

"Ah," He says, dropping the comforter on the other side of the bed "What're you wearing..."

You raided his closet not too long ago, fitting into one of his stretchy tanks before putting on some shorts. You've got on socks since it's cold, white and tight around the ankle. House clothes.

"Comfy clothes. I borrowed your tank."

"Yeah... noticed that too."

He reaches his hand out and places them on the back of your thigh, squeezing softly. Your eyes widen.

"Isagi?"

"Mm?" He says, innocent as you feel him get on the bed. You can't turn your head anymore when he does "Don't worry about me, focus on your school stuff."

You huff out some air.

"And how do you want me to do that, huh? What're you—"

You feel Isagi above you. Both of his knees on either side of your hips, his thumb and forefinger reaching around as much of your waist as he can reach. He hooks his thumb underneath your tanktop, pushing up slowly. You hold your breath at the sudden contact, and when you go again - to figure out what exactly he's doing, you feel something hard pressing into your ass.

It clicks all at once and you gasp.

"Isagi."

"Don't even—," He punctuates his words by bending over you. Isagi fits above you like its nothing, he's overpowering sometimes. The presence of subtle intimidation as he fills his voice with airy cheer "—worry about me. Just focus on what you need to do."

But of course you can't. You couldn't even if you tried. Isagis hands squeeze your sides, pushing under your weight to squeeze the fat your tits between his palms. Calloused and rough against your soft skin, caught between the thick cotton.

A moan splinters off from the sentence you intended to form, soft and easy. Like habit, you push your ass against Isagi's bulge as you feel it. Hard through the cloth and eager against the curves of yoyur body. He lets out a little whine.

"I missed you," He hums, syllables drawn out as he gropes you. You feel his mouth at the nape of your neck, pushing your hair away so he can reach it. He kisses down the slope of your throat, down your shoulder - before sinking his teeth in. The hard point digs and digs, until there's something like a bite mark that throbs in your skin.

Isagi kisses it afterwards and you draw a deep breath as he opens his mouth to do it again and again.

"Sure seems like it," You giggle, turning your head just to peek at him "You're like a leech today, hm?"

"I'm always like that. You just look uhm...sexy in my clothes. Makes me wanna.."

"Makes you wanna fuck me?"

"Ngh, yeah. Just like this."

"Whatever you want. Congrats on your big win, sweetheart."

"Fuck, you're so," He says through a laugh, where his voice pitches off. Deeper and sexy and confident in that unusual way. It feels like he's possessed by something but you love it. You love stroking Isagi's ego. You love the way he acts when you do "Don't even know. Maybe it'll make more sense if I fuck you."

"Isagi," You whine this time, again with purpose and he laughs "I missed you too."

"Don't rile me up on purpose."

"But it's fun,"

"Not for me," He says, and he means it. You know that he does because he makes a grunt of frustration as he rolls hips up "Just makes me...want to keep you all to myself."

"I'm all yours, Isagi. Always and forever."

"Yeah," He pulls the fabric of your shirt all the up until the material is bunched at the top of your breasts. When your skins all exposed, he presses his soft lips at the top of your spine and slowly works his way down. His hands squeeze your ass hard enough to pull you apart. He rests his forehead on your back "Always, love."

There's something resting in his voice that makes every nerve in your body heat. You're aware of your proximity. Of Isagi's bare chest and the warmth that's radiating off of it. Your heartbeat thrums in your throat like you're about to spit it out.

Isagi doesn't pull your shorts down far when you feel his fingers in the elastic waistband. He doesn't even tug it down to your knees, instead leaving them tight and half-way squeezing your legs together. You feel yourself collapse into your bed, arms crossed in front of you.

You squeeze your eyes closed as you feel his hand. He's hover over your calves and his hands are pulling your pussy apart. You can feel your clit throb, arousal sticky and pooling in thick strands. It drips as Isagi keeps you open with his hands, thumb starting at your clit and running against the seam of your cunt with a deep sigh.

"You're prettier than anyone I've ever seen. So pretty."

"Isagi." You moan, whimpering as he teases you. Pulls your pussy open until you can feel it stretch without anything inside, running his fingers along your folds until they're sticky without pushing in "Give it to me."

"You want me?"

"Uh-huh. C'mon, c'mon."

"Yeah, that's right. Shouldn't keep you waiting," He says, humming, before you feel his hand close to your face. "Open up."

You follow without protest, lips parting as Isagi's fingers enter your hot mouth. His fingers are long, thin and pretty - reaching the back of your throat without any effort at all. You moan around them, sliding your tongue between them.

"Get 'em messy. Nice and messy,"

Your head feels heavy on your shoulder, mouth drooling around Isagi's fingers without a single thought in your head other than how much you want to be closer. How much you want to stick to his usual routine of clinging. You feel the spit drip down on your chin, onto your chest. Isagi coos at you.

"That's good."

He pulls his hand way before tilting your chin, kissing you gently depsite all the drool and mess. Maybe because of it.

He sneaks his hand between your thighs, middle finger sliding against your folds and your whole body trembles at the promise of being touched. Everything feels like it's melting around you, sliding and and the air in the room is thick. Isagi has nice hands. Gentle and nice with a few scars on his palms, and his fingers are long.

They don't hurt when they stretch you out. But you feel them, feel the texture and feel the length and feel the rest of his hands rest on his ass. You can feel the beat of Isagi's heart nearly, at the proximitity and suddenly one finger feels like too slow.

He pumps it out of you, slow and and steady and you whine and whine. You feel like you'll collapse if the wait is any longer. With mercy, Isagi slides another finger and helps you stretch out. He hums through it, buries himself all the way down to the knuckle. Deeper and deeper until he's touched that part of you.

You feel your body losing strength as Isagi works you open, till it doesn't feel so tight so he can fit into you easily. It's all emptiness, all waiting to be full with Isagi all over.

"Gonna put it in, okay?" He informs you. You can't see him behind you, so you're left to conjure pictures of it. It makes your heart flutter, stomach flipping as you think of what Isagi must look like above you.

You hear his clothes come off, the silky swish of shorts and the smooth and texture material of his cotton boxers going next. Isagi lets out a warm puff off air from his lips. He rubs the tip of his cock against the roundest part of your ass in what feels close to affection. You can feel it, how it leaks and twitches and throbs against you like a promise.

And Isagi does that for so long, rubbing his cock against you. Against the puffy folds of your cunt and against your thighs and the creases of everywhere he can reach. He's teasing you. It leaves you gasping, arousal coming to the boiling point of frustration.

"You want something?" He says, almost coy. Near playful in that egotistical, mean sort of way he doesn't usually do unless you plead. You moan, voice coarse.

"Yoichi," You say, figuring maybe that'd be enough for him to push in but he doesn't it "Please, baby. Give it to me."

"Give you what? C'mon, tell me, hm?"

"Want your dick in me." You say with a whine. He laughs over you, bubbly and boyish and miserably attractive. If you weren't so horny, you'd be angry but he sounds so good like that.

"Really now? Guess I should give it to you since you asked so nicely."

"Thank you, thank you—oh fuck."

Isagi feels good when he pushes the tip into you slowly. He pushes it into you slow. His cock is hard and longer than thick and it feels so impossibly good. Your stomach tenses in anticipation for every inch and he gives you it just as promised. With a smooth roll of hips, his own body reacting naturally to your soft, wet heat.

He's so hard inside of you, throbbing. The skin on skin is too intense to breathe - even the tiniest motion leaving you falling forward. Whatever you feel is strengthened by the sound of Isagi's voice. The harsh way he groans.

His body weight melts into yours and nothing exists outside of you. All you can think about is Isagi's cock, and the weight of his body. His chest and the rest of his body is alarmingly strong, pure sinew under the skin that tenses and strains. You feel his chest, plush and broad, right up against your back.

And this time you can hear his heartbeat, really. You can hear it pump against his, how loud and fast it is and how it rings in his ears. Isagi is inside of you and all over you. His chin is resting on your shoulder and you can hear his breathing in all of it's uneven desperation.

All of Isagi is all of you. You don't know where he starts and where you stop. Isagi is inside of you and he's so close to you and your everything is in carnal cohesion with one another. The only thing your body wants wholly is for him to move.

And he does, eventually - after pushing his cock all the way to the base. And you're still laying flat on your stomach, now pinned under his weight.

Instead of a hard thrust, your met with a deep and shallow one. It's different. It doesn't knock into you. More like a carving, a gentle scraping touching a part of you you'd never thought you'd reach. The euphoria of scratching a deep itch, Isagi melts you into him.

"Oh, love." He groans, hips rolling over and over "You're perfect, feels perfect, feels so good fuck."

You whimper against your sheets, cheek planted onto them as he fucks you with the weight of his whole body.

"I'm so lucky. Gotta keep—ngh, fuck—winning so we can stay like this, yeah? You like when I win, right?"

You nod your head wearily before forcing out a soft yes.

"And I like winning for you. I like when you brag about and I like that everyone knows that you always cheer for me. You know that? Love you so much."

"Isagi," You beg, with all the patience and need you can muster "Fuck me, fuck me."

Isagi laughs against the shell of your ear, teeth nipping slightly.

"Uh-huh. I will. C'mon, grind against the bed a little. Make yourself feel good."

You don't know if Isagi is just good at reading you, but you whimper. He lets up just so you can angle yourself - your clit rubbing against something that you were laying on. A blanket squished underneath you, Isagi moves so you can rut yourself on it while he fucks you. It's thoughtful. Makes you so horny you can't do anything but lose yourself to him.

You squrim until your little achy clit catches onto the material. Everything is tight together and Isagi smiles as he feels you clench around his cock hard. You're gonna cum soon. With just a little more effort, and he knows.

"That's what you needed right? I'm gonna move with you. Cum when you feel it."

He matches your paces with terrifying precision. The control in his movements is intoxicating, matches the perfect rhythm for you're grinding yourself and everything around you is coming undone.

You're going to cum. You're going to cum hard and it's going to be around Isagi's cock while he's in you all the way. Everything is so snug and your whole body is locked. A fist clenched or the weight of something before it breaks.

When you cum, everything blurs together. Every motion and every sound and you're so dizzy. Everything smells like sex and sweat and Isagi is whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It's pure euphoria and you choke on the air around you. Your body shudders and your cunt throbs like it doesn't want Isagi to leave.

Isagi fucks you through your high, and when you're all tuckered out - his lips are against your neck.

"Can I cum?" He asks, just in case. You giggle.

"Do it inside." You purr. Isagi curses over you, and another wave of pleasure floods you as he spills inside. Thick spurts of cum making your insides white until he practically collapses above you.

When he's finished, he rubs his cheek on your skin and you laugh.

"You're heavy," You tease. Isagi hums.

"Move later. Wanna stay like this"

"Not even gonna pull out, huh?"

"Nope."

#isagi x reader #isagi smut #bluelock x reader #bluelock smut #writing tag #bllk x reader #bllk smut

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dystopicjumpsuit · 3 months

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 22

The Desire

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings and tags: negative self-talk; Gregor having none of it; SMUT; it's finally happening; oral sex; fingering; body worship; PIV sex; I literally screamed and cried and threw my hands in the air when I typed the last line; I love them so much I can't even

Suggested Listening (strongly recommended, actually; I couldn't believe how perfectly this song fit the chapter when I heard it the first time):

Summary: 😏

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

Between the desire and the spasm

… falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“Are you all right?” Gregor asked, his soft eyes trained on Cerra’s.

She nodded. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Karking it up like I do everything,” she said.

His eyebrows snapped together. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you deserve better,” she said. “You should be with someone who—”

“I know what I want,” he interrupted before she could talk herself out of it. “It’s you.”

Her breath stilled. “It is?”

“Since the moment I met you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

He giggled quietly. “Are you serious?”

“No need to be rude,” she said, affronted.

“I’m not trying to be,” he replied. “It’s just the truth. You weren’t ready to move on, and you didn’t need someone pressuring you. You needed a friend, and if you decide that you’re never ready for more than that, then I’ll still be the luckiest man in the karking galaxy to be the one who’s there for you.”

Her eyes burned. She dropped her forehead to rest against his neck, and he wrapped his arms gently around her back, rubbing comforting circles between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

“True,” Gregor agreed cordially, pulling a reluctant chuckle from her as she smacked his shoulder. “Sorry, were you done floggin’ yourself, or did I interrupt? I could come back later…”

“Gods, you’re the worst,” she laughed.

“You can keep going if you want. Or…” he paused and kissed her shoulder softly. “We could…” He kissed her again, closer to her neck. “Try something else.”

He licked along her skin until he reached the base of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck as she inhaled deeply.

“Gregor,” she sighed.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, working his way down her sternum.

His bare hand slipped up her waist and beneath her bra to cup her breast. She took in a soft, deep breath as she arched her body into his touch. The rough fabric of his glove scraped lightly across her tender skin as he slid his other hand under the band of her bra. He pulled his mouth away from her long enough to tug the garment over her head, and then his lips closed around her nipple as his tongue swirled over her.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered against her skin.

He dropped his hands to her hips to dip beneath the compression suit and coax it down her legs. She shifted in the seat to ease its progress, and Gregor took shameless advantage of her momentary helplessness to drag her to the edge of the seat and spread her thighs wide over his broad pauldrons as his mouth worked its way down her body, kissing, licking, biting, sucking.

He reached her pelvis at last, slowing his progress as he inched lower with aching deliberateness until at last his tongue dipped into her. Her reaction was electric. She convulsed with a cry, her body hypersensitive from years of denying her physical needs. Her thighs tightened around him as she practically levitated off the seat. He gripped her hips and pressed her back down, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He swirled his tongue around her clit and into her cunt.

“Fuck!” she sobbed as her fists tightened in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, Gre—”

He groaned against her and murmured something indecipherable. His hand brushed over her knee, then drifted leisurely up the inside of her thigh, taking his time despite her desperation. By the time he finally reached his target and eased two fingers into her, she was shaking and writhing beneath him, and that delicious stretch was all it took to push her beyond the limits of her control.

In her deprived, overwrought state, her body took over and hurled her into an unexpected orgasm that shattered her vision and wrenched a broken scream from her throat. His thick, agile fingers dragged inside her, working to prolong her climax as he gazed up at her with an expression of utter bliss and adoration in his eyes.

He gentled his movements as she came down from her high. He kissed the soft skin of her abdomen, and she tugged ineffectually at his cuirass, trying vainly to pull him closer to her. He lifted her naked body off the chair and settled her on his lap. In his full armor, he wasn’t a particularly comfortable seat, but she snuggled her face against his neck through the soft black fabric of his undersuit as she shuddered and trembled in his embrace.

They sprawled on the floor of the cockpit, bathed in the gentle, warm glow of the nebula. Gregor cradled her in his arms, circling his thumbs slowly across her bare skin as he rested his cheek against her head. He stroked his fingers lightly over her short, velvety hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen it this long.”

“Didn’t exactly have a way to keep it shaved while I was rotting in the Venator brig,” she replied with a low laugh.

“I like it,” he replied, pressing his lips against her head, and then again behind her ear, and a third time, along the side of her neck.

”Yeah?”

”Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his voice vibrating gently on her sensitive skin.

“Should I grow it back out?”

”Not unless you want to.” His warm breath sent a shiver through her as he whispered next to her ear. “You’re hot as fuck either way.”

She sighed happily and trailed her fingertips up his arm, looking for the small gaps between the plastoid where she could feel his body heat through the undersuit.

“You are wearing way too much armor,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Have to admit the codpiece is feeling a little tight.”

She huffed quietly and unclipped his vambraces, tugging them off his forearms and setting them aside. She interlaced her fingers with his and slowly pulled off his remaining glove, allowing it to drop to the floor. Next, she fumbled with his rerebraces and grumbled under her breath.

“Why is this so karking hard to take off?” she asked as irritably as she could, considering that her brain was still flooded with a blissful post-orgasmic haze.

“Because the point is for it to stay on,” he said.

She arched an impatient brow at him, and he shot her a smug grin.

“A little help?” she asked.

He brushed his fingers beneath her jaw and tilted her face up so he could kiss her, then leaned back and began to pull off his upper body armor, stacking it one piece at a time as he did. As he worked, Cerra began to trace her fingers across the bare skin of his neck and the base of his skull. His eyes flicked to hers, and he smirked, continuing his task. Undaunted, she leaned close and licked the shell of his ear softly. He shivered, and she heard his breath catch, but his concentration didn’t break.

Once he was stripped down to his waist, though, he had his revenge. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so she was lying on her back with his body between her thighs. The durasteel floor was hard and cold against her skin, and she was briefly, ridiculously relieved that she’d had the cleaning droid work over the freighter the day before she left for Daiyu. Gregor covered her body with kisses as he fumbled with his belt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist with a soft giggle, and he nipped at her skin in retaliation, rocking his codpiece against her. Her breath caught, and she moaned at the pressure.

“Kriff, don’t make those noises,” he rasped. “I can barely fit in this codpiece as it is.”

“Bragging?” she teased.

“Stating a fact,” he replied, grazing his lips lightly over her bruised shoulder. “You taste like bacta.”

“I thought you said I tasted amazing,” she said.

“You do,” he replied. “But this part of you also tastes like bacta.”

She heard a clatter of duraplast, and Gregor grunted in relief, having successfully freed himself from the codpiece while he distracted her.

“Maybe you should kiss me somewhere else, then,” she suggested, cupping her hand under his chin to bring his face toward hers. “Hey, soldier. My lips are up here.”

He gazed at her mouth. “I don't want to hurt you again.”

Her heart lurched.

“Please,” she whispered.

He swallowed. Raising his hand to her cheek, he caressed her with utmost tenderness, barely touching his thumb to her lower lip. He glanced uncertainly up at her eyes, and he leaned down slowly, pausing close to her face, but not quite making contact.

“Cerra…”

“I trust you,” she breathed.

The touch of his lips was so soft it was almost imperceptible. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted, as though she could block out every distraction and only drift in the sensation of his kiss. She teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to kiss her more deeply, and he complied with incredible care, taking his cues from her, but pulling away far sooner than she would have preferred. Perhaps it was for the best; her judgment was not to be trusted when she wanted him to consume her.

He nuzzled her cheek gently. “Your lips taste like bacta, too. Worth it, though.”

She laughed quietly as he sat up. She smoothed her hands up his torso, slipping her fingertips into the magseal of his undersuit and easing it open. The suit gave way to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, and he shrugged out of the top of the suit. From her vantage point on the floor, Cerra stared up at him, admiring the way the soft golden light glazed his warm, smooth skin and reflected in his amber eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, and she longed to touch him.

She traced her fingertips up his abdomen, then flattened her palms against him. Gods, it had been so long since she’d felt someone else’s skin against her own. She glided over his pectorals and up to his shoulders, then back down again to ease the undersuit further down his hips until his cock sprang free, fully erect. Closing her hand around him, she squeezed gently, and a glossy bead of precum appeared at the tip. She licked her lips at the sight and started to lean toward him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, pressing her back down to the floor.

She looked up at him, startled. “You don’t like—”

“Not until you’re healed,” he said firmly.

“Not even a taste?” she asked, giving him the softest tooka eyes she could muster.

“Absolutely not,” he replied. “Those big eyes don’t fool me. I know you, Cerra. You won’t stop until you get what you want, and we are not playing that game right now.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“Oh, I can think of plenty of other ways we can have fun,” he grinned.

“Do any of them start with moving to a bunk?” she asked. “This floor is ridiculously hard.”

“It’s not the only thing,” he laughed.

He stood, then pulled her to her feet. She seized the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock again, dragging her hand over it slowly. She brushed her thumb over the tip, and then raised it to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste the clear fluid as mischief danced in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Gregor groaned. “You are testing my limits.”

“Oh, no, anything but that,” she whispered.

“I should’ve known you’d be a brat,” he giggled, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder as she shrieked with delighted laughter.

He carried her down the corridor to the crew quarters and selected one at random, depositing Cerra on the bed carefully. She sat up to watch him with open admiration as he removed his remaining armor and undersuit.

Holy kriff, he was built. She’d spent months trying not to look at him too closely, trying to avoid the inevitable reminders of Fives. As he stripped, though, she finally let herself take a good look. He did resemble Fives—that was inescapable—but there were differences as well. The scars were different; the tattoos were different. Gregor was older than her husband had ever had a chance to be, and she could see it in his body. Between that and the commando’s genetically enhanced muscle density, he was broader and bigger than Fives, and she was quietly relieved. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to sort through her confusion if his body had been truly identical to Fives.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, and she raked her gaze slowly up his body until she met his eyes.

“Very much,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He crawled onto the bed, caging her between his arms and legs. She reached up to stroke the side of his neck as he kissed her, and she could feel the pulse of his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips. He pressed her back slowly until she lay on the bed. She slid her hands up his thighs as he straddled her hips, shifting beneath him to try to press herself closer to his body, but he held himself back from her.

She made an indignant little noise of protest and tried to pull him down, but he didn’t budge. He just kept kissing her with utmost gentleness when she wanted him to ruin her. She could feel his cock brushing against her abdomen, rock-hard, hot, and already slick with need.

She knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him languidly. He broke away from her mouth with a groan and rested his forehead against hers, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Fuck, I’m trying to be careful, but you’re not making it easy,” he rasped.

“I can take it, Gregor,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be careful.”

He pushed himself back, sinking down so his thighs rested on top of her hips, trapping her in place. He stared down at her, shaking his head slightly. He trailed his fingertips over her cheek.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful,” he said. “All the times I imagined this, I never once thought it might actually happen.”

“You imagined it?” she asked.

He giggled. “All the time. That day that we went to the market, I almost came in the shower just from hearing the sounds you were making. Didn’t even have to touch myself.”

Her eyes widened. “You were so quiet! I thought you were mad at me.”

“I had the water as cold as it would go, and I was reciting all the components of a DC-17m in my head.”

She pondered for a moment. “Is that why you were so relaxed when you came out? Because you—”

“Took care of things,” he said with a shrug. “What else was I supposed to do? Walk around the garage with a raging hard on?”

She laughed and captured his wrist, pressing her lips into his palm, then kissing a trail up his forearm. “Maybe I would have gotten a clue sooner if you had.”

He smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “All the times I imagined it, I never thought it would be like this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He barely touched his hand to her injured shoulder, and she flinched involuntarily.

“See?” he asked. “I can’t just… take you—as much as I want to. I’ve got to be careful with you. I’m still working out the best strategy.”

Her heart lurched. Of course. Even now, he was watching her back: protecting her, even from himself.

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated,” she whispered. “We can just… start. And if it feels good, we can keep going, and if it hurts, we can try something else.”

He moved his fingertips lower, skimming over her breasts and circling her nipples. “Is this all right? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

He made a pleased little hum and shifted, moving to sit behind her on the bed and drawing her back against his chest. He continued to play with her breasts as she leaned against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock press against her back. He kissed the side of her head, and then the shell of her ear, working his mouth slowly down her neck and onto her shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed softly.

Encouraged by her reaction, his hand stole down her body and in between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her clit with feather-light pressure, again and again, before slipping into her. She was beyond ready, and he met no resistance as he sank into her slick warmth. She heard his breath stutter harshly.

“Holy kriff,” he groaned. “You are so wet, my gods.”

He worked her open gently, and she couldn’t hold back her tiny, breathless sounds of pleasure.

“Kark, you drive me wild when you make those noises,” he whispered, grinding his cock against her lower back.

She squirmed against him, desperate to feel more. “Please, please—”

“What is it, love?”

“I need more,” she said. “I need you.”

He pressed his lips against her neck, just below her ear. “You can have me, then.”

He withdrew his fingers from her body and guided her around until she sat in his lap, facing him as he aligned his cock with her cunt and sank gradually into her. She tilted her hips to accommodate him, breathing hard, as he stretched her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. Lovely, strong, warm hands massaged across her back and shoulders, pulling her close to him as he gazed up into her eyes.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak. He kissed her again, so gently, so carefully, as he began to move. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly as their bodies worked in perfect synchrony, their hips rolling together, their breath coalescing. He dropped his head to rest on her sternum, and she leaned her cheek against his hair as she slid her hands up the back of his head.

He shifted their angle slightly, his hands descending to grip her hips as he began to drive into her harder and faster, thrusting against a place deep inside her in a way that rapidly stoked the tension in her body until she felt as though every muscle and nerve had wound itself into an impossibly tight knot at the base of her spine.

He reached between their bodies and pressed his fingers against her clit, working in tiny, frantic circles, until all her muscles seized, arching her back and clamping her legs around his waist as she shattered. She barely heard his hoarse grunt as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deeply as she could take him, emptying into her as she sobbed with pleasure.

He whimpered quietly as his lips found hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she rode out the last few moments, drawing out the pleasure until her muscles gave out and she collapsed against him. He held her close to him and leaned them back until they were lying on the bed. Her head rested against his chest, and she listened as the pounding of his heart began to slow and the deep, gasping breaths of his lungs gradually returned to normal.

Exhaustion pulled at her. Her entire body felt boneless and relaxed—safe for the first time in weeks. Gregor toyed aimlessly with the short hair at the nape of her neck, and her eyes drifted closed as she sank into oblivion. As she crossed the threshold into unconsciousness, she wasn’t sure whether she heard or imagined his quiet whisper.

”I love you, too.”

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Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Part 2

The library was of course quiet as ever but even more so with a bunch the students attending the infamous Slytherin party. You sat in your favourite corner that was isolated from the rest of the library, creating even more of a division as you surrounded yourself with stacks and stacks of books. As you proceeded to harshly stack yet another book, you heard a soft but sharp 'shh' echo across the room and you immediately peeked up from behind your little book-barrier.

It was his silver hair that you noticed first. He was lost in the pages of his book, not even bothering to look up at the person he'd just shushed.

What is he doing here, you thought.

"Oi psst" you whisper-yelled but that didn’t seem to work. You then pulled out your wand from your bag and aimed it toward him "wingardium leviosa"

You watched with pure amusement, his face contouring into pure confusion as the book floated out of his grasp and into the air, hovering right above his head.

"What the fuck- oh" His scorn vanished when he caught sight of the prankster: you. In truth, he hadn’t expected you to be here. You were top of your class, yes but you were just as much of a fan of parties as most of the other students in your year. Aemond too didn’t mind the parties; he mostly showed up just to have some drinks and unwind. He did not like dancing and you didn’t either unless it was one of your favourite songs playing, which only happened at the Ravenclaw parties.

He stood up, reaching up to immediately grab ahold of the book, which was rather easy for him with the advantage in height. He then walked over to you, pulling out a chair to sit with you behind this wall of books you had created.

"Quite the defence line you’ve built" he chuckled at the wall you'd made, his voice barely a whisper "who are we hiding from, sergeant?"

"Some silver-haired lad who I was hoping to avoid this evening" you said without a pause and Aemond almost didn’t manage to decipher your tone to be playful. He immediately muttered an abashed 'sorry', getting up so that he wouldn’t disturb you when you wanted to be left alone. You immediately burst into a fit of giggles, slapping your hand over your mouth to stifle them as you reached out with your other to hold his arm "I'm only joking, Aems"

He heaved a sigh, throwing you a playful look of annoyance before he sank down in the chair once again, grinning at your reaction or perhaps the nickname you'd used, you weren’t sure.

"Stressed about the quiz I see" he commented as he reached into his bag to retrieve a notebook, sliding it toward you after he placed it on the desk "here, copy down my notes. I went through most of these books a few days before and already jotted down the important parts"

"Aren’t you well prepared" you smiled as you took his book. Aemond had a very neat handwriting and that made you slightly jealous since yours in comparison wasn’t that neat when you wrote with the quill. Too lazy to actually write all of it, you performed a simple charm on your quill to note all of it down for you as Aemond shared with you the book he was reading, occasionally mentioning when the passage you were reading was important for the quiz.

After about an hour, you both had read three books and you had his notes copied down as well. By the looks of it, Aemond seemed well prepared for the quiz and while you too were familiar with the material, you knew you would only feel at ease after you would go through the new notes you'd received.

"Since we’re all done" he stated, raising his voice just a touch but not too loud since the both of you were after all in the library. He raised his arms above his head as he leaned back into his chair to stretch "do you want to head back to the common room? Have a few drinks at the party?"

"As much as I do love our parties" you began to protest "I must go and study for-"

"I know you'll be lost in your books at breakfast" he interrupted you, letting out a content hum after he'd stretched his limbs "you're already prepared for the quiz, I suppose you've earned a well deserved break"

"Are you asking me to go to the party with you?" you slyly asked.

"I'm telling you that you've studied enough for the evening and you deserve a break" he shrugged "the party just happens to be in our common room that you will have to anyway pass through if you want to get to your dorm room"

"That is not what I asked you" you pushed yet again. Aemond was a touch too proud to ever ask somebody to such events and you couldn’t blame him for you were just as proud. You remembered the yule ball that was held when you were in your second year; how neither of you had asked the other properly, simply because it hurt your egos. Aemond and you made a sort of agreement, that you both were only going together just so that the other girls after him would stop pestering him and so that the boys would quit asking you to be their date as well.

"You are a lot to handle, you know" he sighed as he stood up, putting away his things back into his bag "If you aren’t going to attend, I'll be on my way"

You raised your brows in disbelief. No further persuasion from him? Not unexpected but still, rather disappointing.

"Wait," you followed his lead, quickly packing away your things "I need to use the room of requirement to get changed. There is absolutely no way I am walking in dressed like this"

You stepped out of the room of requirement, quite happy with the outfit you'd chosen. It was a lovely rust-coloured dress that clung to your frame perfectly and stopped mid-thighs and you'd slipped into some rose gold heels that were comfortable enough for you to walk in.

As the doors of the room of requirement vanished into the wall, you scanned Aemond's outfit which was the same black jeans and boots, the only difference being the space-grey button up dress shirt he'd changed into.

"Changed into this while you were getting dressed" he simply stated as he took you bag from you to hold.

You hummed in response, imagining him changing his shirt right here in the hallways where anyone could've seen him shirtless.

"Just, one thing.." you stopped in your tracks, Aemond doing the same as he watched you undo the buttons at the cuff of his sleeves. He raised a brow at you, as if to as 'what are you doing?'

"Roll your sleeves up to your elbow" you told him "girls find that hot"

"Please," he rolled his eye at your comment as he resumed his walk "as if I care about what other girls find hot. If there is something I believe will look good, then maybe I'll give it a try but for my own satisfaction and not to give into someone else's fancies"

"I think you will look good," you proceeded to assure him, letting him know that it wasn’t something you were suggesting solely because some girls found it appealing.

"Oh you think so?" he gave you a cheeky grin that made you roll your eyes "tell me Y/N, do you find that sort of thing attractive?"

"Yes," you mimicked his playful grin and Aemond shook his head with amusement "Why, will you do something if I happen to find said thing attractive?"

"I do not make my decisions to please anyone" he stated. Though out of the corner of your eye, you saw him starting to roll up his sleeves.

After you both had reached the common room, Aemond gave the door the password which then swung inward to let the both of you pass. Aemond held his arm out, a gesture that meant he wanted you to go before him.

The music was loud and the lights were dimmed. Students were laughing, some singing and dancing as some of the older students drank some of the alcohol they'd sneaked in.

Aemond, per usual, had one of his mates pour him some fire whiskey. Once inside, he had retreated to his little corner, leaving you to wander about and find your friends. Alys was beyond happy to see you and immediately shoved a bottle of who-knows-what into your hand. She muttered something that was muffled by the loud music before she turned around to dance with her boyfriend, pulling him in for a kiss.

Classic, you thought.

You brought the bottle up to your nose, taking a whiff of the pungent-smelling alcohol before you proceeded to take a sip. It left your throat with a burning sensation but the after taste wasn’t too bad. In fact, it left you craving for more. You took another sip, and another until you found yourself pouting at the now empty bottle in your hands.

"Y/N" Alys walked toward you again, taking the bottle from you "did you chug all of this? I told you to mix some of this with some cranberry juice-"

"I am hic~ I am going to da- hic~ dance" you slurred as you pointed at the crowd of other drunk kids who were dancing to the base boosted music "I have to dance Alys hic~"

And with that, you left her side to dance, just like you'd mentioned. You raised your arms above your head, hips swaying to the music as you smiled with contentment, eyes closed.

Aemond watched you from a distance, his facial expression softening. This was the first time he'd seen you dance since he never really attended any other parties outside the slytherin common room which just happened to be the only few parties at which you danced. He watched you move perfectly to the rhythm, your soft hair swishing elegantly each time your head moved. It didn’t hit him at first that you were drunk; it was only until he saw you grinding against Dalton Greyjoy, someone who you'd many times mentioned that you hate, did he figure out that you must be drunk. He looked around at first, hoping your friends Alys or Cregan might rush in and save you from embarrassment but they were nowhere to be spotted.

Heaving a sigh, he chugged down the rest of his whiskey before walking toward you to drag you away before you could do something you would regret in the morning.

"Aems~" you slurred when you felt his presence next to you, his strong arms pulling you toward him and away from Dalton "you want to dance too?"

"How much did you drink?" he asked as he ushered you away from the sea of sweaty people who were dancing in the middle of the room "do you need water?"

"No, I need you to dance with me" you giggled an Aemond rolled his eye "don’t pretend like you don’t want to, like you don’t want me"

Aemond's eye widened with shock and for a moment he wondered if he's even heard you right amidst all this loud music but then again, you were rather drunk.

"Here," he bent down to hook one arm behind your knees as his other snaked around your waist, lifting you up as since you could barely walk in a straight line. He aggressively nudged people with his shoulders when they did not make any room for him to pass through. He only set you down once he had walked all the way up to the top of the stairs, where the dorm rooms were. He asked one of the younger boys passing by to bring him a glass of water as the both of you sat down at the top of the stairs. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, and you immediately rested your head on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling dizzy? Do you need to puke?" he asked and you shook your head, too tired from all that dancing to form any sentences "good because I do not want you throwing up all over me"

You almost turned to throw a sarcastic comment right back at him but those boys he'd sent earlier had returned with a tall glass of water.

"Thankyou" he gruffly said "now scram"

You took the glass from him, taking a huge swig of the cold water. Your vision was starting to get a bit hazy and you knew sleep would find you soon.

"I know I am drunk right now, so so drunk" you chuckled as you handed him the now empty glass "because I know I would never tell you out loud that you’re very attractive if I was sober"

"Well I am flattered" he hummed, putting away the glass "let me get you back to your room, then I'll go find Alys and send her in there"

"You’re annoying" you grunted as Aemond helped to stand, just so he could carry you once again. He listened patiently with amusement as you continued your drunken rambling "I give you a complement and you can’t even find something nice to say to me"

"That's because I'm sober" he winked, quoting your earlier statement of being able to compliment only because you’re drunk. He set you down once he'd reached your dorm room. He knew he wouldn’t be able to carry you all the way to your bed, the enchantment on the doors wouldn’t let male students into the girls' dormitories "good night Y/N, I'll see you in-"

"What would you say if you were?"

"Hm?"

"What would you say to me if you were drunk as well?" you asked again, your head starting to feel really heavy. You knew you would pass out any moment; you quickly opened the door and headed inside.

"You’re really beautiful" Aemond whispered right before the door shut in his face "inside and out. That’s what I'd say"

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bookstayallaroundthelibrary · 7 months

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SOCIAL PATH ANALYSIS TIME!!!!

I'm always doing this when I want something to do that'll occupy my mind. There's a lot of it, and none of it may be accurate. Art exists for interpretation, though, right? So I'll see what I can offer. Be warned, my thoughts will be haphazard because it's past two in the morning and I have a headache.

Now let's start with the obvious. I think we've all clocked that Social Path is a play for the word Sociopath. Stray Kids do that a lot, right? Bend words to wrap around themselves because maybe they feel imprisoned by what the original word represents? Maybe they feel it is a label, and if they must carry one of those, they'd rather design it themselves.

The opening is "gave up my youth for my future"😭😭

An alien (foreigner) in the town.

All the hate, all the broken lines. All the anger and the resolve.

Oh my God, there are so many layers to this song😭🫠.

Their voices meld so well together. Not to mention the instrumentals, which sound genius, yes, but a bit light and excited too. The lyrics though—

It makes so much sense, at least from the perspective I'm looking at. Them being adrift, like comets, with the possibility of crashing or continuing to float.

Being lost in a sea of bodies, just giving up. Hands and words and chains reaching for them, people telling them to give up, trying to hold them down.

I don't know if it goes this deep, but felix has only one wing, the pain it must've taken to loose the other but still hold on to that one side. Did it get ripped out? Did he stumble and decide to "rise up stronger"?

And in the end, they stand as if they have won a battle, Bruised perhaps, but they've victorious. And a war still awaits.

There's more people...

A different line of thought, I'm thinking the part Lee Know is on his bed, a place that should be one of comfort and rest and privacy for him, and hands are frantically reaching for him despite how much he's curling into himself might have something to do with fans and their mega obsessions and lack of respect for their private lives.

Not to mention the same faceless people made bang chan feel choked, and he never did escape them in the video. But then there's a part where they stand and lift him up, till he's floating.

I don't know. There is so much hyper-symbolism in everything that I'm getting wrapped up in it, too.

If we begin breaking down the MV scene by scene them you will get to see the full picture and not fragments of the message they trying to pass on

The M/V fits the lyrics totally.

The scene where Han was chained??

Where the chains fear?

Was it doubt? Was it pain? Was it the endless dread of the future?

And the fact that he was chained alone, in a fortress where he saw nothing but himself. Was that a way of showing how he kept all the pain, the negative emotions locked away inside of him, how he projected it onto himself?

Life isn't easy, neither is any of this simple, and they showed it in rock and roll😌🫠 how amazing is that!!!!!!

When everyone ignored I.N? Why?

Others debuted but not BangChan....it was like he wasn't seen,he wasn't heard...in the midst of everyone,he stood alone with no one to hold

Then them pushing through all those throes of faceless people that signify not just people but every single hurdle they have had to overcome and come out stronger just to keep this dream alive.

I cannot even begin to unpack all this. Making them laugh while they feel empty? It echoes, it's loud. Having to appeal to a world that barely even wants them. And the line "meant to be my dream". I'm sure no one expected dreams to hurt this much, especially not people who were barely more than children, reaching for something they could never imagine having. Like I said, their life in a nutshell. They said, "It was supposed to be their dream," not something to expand their worries.

And I feel like that space simulation is a safe space, the chorus happens there, maybe its each other.

That scene was a lot. The m/v was so intense that at first glance, one would assume it was nothing but chaos, but isn't that what life looks like from the outside? There is so much to unpack about it and it's so easy to judge another.

There's more everyone but I feel I should save it for another day.

Before I stop though, I'll have to mention the theory I keep seeing from other people on tiktok and Instagram. They say each scene depicts a members fear, Here it goes:

Changbin: Nightmares.

Lee Know: Fear of Heights

Felix: Overthinking

Seungmin: Fear of small spaces I.e Claustrophobia

I.N: Fear of being ignored

Han: it think ita fear if being forgotten/ Anxiety.

Hyunjin: Fear of being alone.

Bang Chan: I think its him loosing his voice.

There's the whole Lisa aspect. Does she represent their dream? Is she a villainous character in the M/V? Am I just a crazy human? Yes.

#stray kids #social path #5 star era #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #i.n #lee felix #lee know #seungmin #music analysis #music #music video #kpop #i love stray kids #wait am i the only stay on this app?

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"Kiss me angrily" - AL ep. 1 Armin's POV

First of all, I want to thank @lycorispoison for giving me this idea and making me write something after a long time🥺🤧 And I have to thank beemoov too for giving me the drama I needed to feel alive again.

Miu gave me this idea when they mentioned how similar Armin's and Candy's story was to this song here: Jão - Me Beija Com Raiva. So I HIGHLY recommend you to read this piece while listening to it on repeat, it's a good song :)

I have to note that I made some small changes to the order of the lyrics so it could fit the plot well. And there are some changes on the dialogues too, but again, nothing much.

It's been a long time, guys!! I hope you like it 😭❤️

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De sonhadores a inimigos

from dreamers to haters

Você tá indo, vai me deixar aqui perdido

you’re leaving, you'll leave me here lost

"You can be happy, then. That problem is solved." She had a frown on her face and the fire in her eyes would have surprised even Scott Summers, the Cyclops. She had her lips pressed together in a thin line and swallowed before continuing, "You're not a part of my life anymore."

The words came out of her mouth like a whip, breaking any kind of pride he'd been holding on to since he'd seen her, prettier than ever, some hours prior and after three long years apart. She might as well have slapped him right across his face, the effect would've been the same.

And the memories of that day, that damn day, came rushing to him. But he wouldn't show her any more of his vulnerability.

"Whatever, I get it." He said looking at her one last time before looking away and landing his gaze on one of the products showcased in the store they had just been kicked out. And there was he thinking they were starting to make progress again. Just a few minutes ago, they were playing and bickering as they did in the old times. His left hand still felt the shock of when their hands touched for a second before everything came crumbling.

"Have you seen my brother? I don’t want to leave without saying goodbye."

"I-I am here…" he heard the voice he knew so well coming from somewhere behind him and turned around to see his brother with that face he has when he's blaming himself for something. Watery eyes looked between him and his ex-girlfriend and the muscles in his law moved as if he wanted to say something.

“We were looking for you and…” The twin interrupted himself. “So… You’re leaving, that’s it?”

“Yeah, I gotta go home now, brother.” Armin walked toward the blue-haired man and gave him a pat on the shoulder before saying, “I have some work to do. I got a text.” he hadn’t gotten any text. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow or the day after…”

“Okay,” Alexy said lowly nodding and hugging his twin.

Armin gave his quick goodbyes to Rosa and Candy, barely looking in the direction of the latter, and turned around heading to the escalators with his head down. He just wanted to get back home as soon as possible and play until his eyes begged for some rest.

Armin walked at a fast pace along the corridors and was just halfway to where he wanted to get when he stopped in front of the game store. It wasn’t like him accepting a defeat so easily; leaving then would just make him a loser, he thought. So just like that, after taking a deep breath, he entered the store and went straight to the cheap side of the establishment where they displayed second-hand items.

Cê já contou pros seus amigos de nós?

Have you told your friend about us?

No chão do quarto, com nossos vícios

On the room's floor, with our vices

Going through the titles of some comics absently, the memories came to him again. He would never understand how things between them changed so fastly when everything was going just perfectly in his eyes. Seeing some of the characters on the cover of the comics reminded him of all the times they would be together on the floor of his “cave” discussing their stories, playing games, watching superhero movies, talking, laughing, kissing...

He loved seeing her face when she tried holding a laugh like she’d done a few moments ago, her lips curving barely curving upwards, and then giving up to his jokes. He loved to play with her hair, and loved when she played with his. He always complained about the way she played LoL, but he couldn’t be happier seeing her going crazy with the game. They were just so happy when they were together, so how did it end so fast?

É coisa pura, de tanto amar virou loucura

it's something pure, going mad from loving so bad

De tantas brigas, amargura entre nós

from all the fights, bitterness between us

He hated even the smallest hint of a fight and avoided it at all costs. So even if he would get jealous when seeing her with other guys, he trusted her, and he was happy for her because she seemed happy. And if he had had enough time, he would have been there for her to see her smile opening right in front of him in person, and not through a screen.

They did have some arguments once in a while because of that, but they weren’t so serious for him. He remembered Candy complaining about his absence, not much about his friend Agnes, but it was all going to be worth it after he managed to make the surprise. She would understand his side and they’d have their happily ever after ending.

Errei, larguei, não nego, não

I made a mistake, gave up, no, I won't deny

Mas lembra do que eu disse, então

But remember what I said, then

Amar é muito melhor que ter razão

loving is much better than being right

Luta por mim, desiste, não

fight for me, don't give up

The problem is, all his plans never came true. All his dreams faded away as if they had been blipped by that damned phone call. How could she give up so easily on that bond they’ve created between them? How could she give up on their love? Together they were like Peter Parker and Mary Jane, Star-Lord and Gamora, Han Solo and Princess Leia, and now Bonnie and Clyde; they were meant to be together.

Even after almost four years of being apart, he still strongly believed that. He’d had some casual things here and there, but he knew that none of them would ever be near to what he and Candy once had. Before her, he didn’t believe what people say about their first love, but now it was crystal clear to him; she was his first love, and let’s say that she really sat the bar up high to anyone else.

It started with them against the world until it became them against one another. But Armin wouldn’t give up, there was still a part of him that had faith, that told him to keep fighting for their love, that everything he’d done wasn’t for nothing.

Call him stupid, but that hope that everything would be alright again was what made him decide to keep the money and add a small number of his payments to it every month; now he had enough to upgrade the surprise, he only had to unlock the next phase. But this one was proving to be the hardest so far, and his willpower was starting to go down.

“Maybe it really would be better to go back home,” he told himself while turning around in the direction of the exit.

He was about to leave the store when he came face to face with the one person whom he had been thinking about all this time. Her cheeks were red, and he knew that she was about to yell at him, but right now he was hurt and the last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of his stamina on the fight that surely would come if they decided to talk. Strangely enough, he was the one to open his mouth first.

Joga tua verdade toda na minha cara

spit out all your truth on my face

“Candy? What… What do you want now?” He furrowed. “So you do everything in your power to make me leave and now you're following me?"

“What? This is a public space, right?” She raised he brows, her voice full of sarcasm.

"Creative, aren't you?" Armin said and started walking out of the store, he didn’t want an argument to start with and much less for everyone else to see it. Candy was fast to match his steps.

"You can't leave just like that! I deserve an explanation!"

"I already got it: I was lame, you were great and I don't deserve you," Armin said. He stopped in front of the elevators and pushed the button angrily before turning back to Candy.

"Can we move on or do you prefer to keep repeating this all day long?"

"I think I could repeat that all week long without you being able to understand it."

Armin looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry. Alex didn't tell me you would be here. If I'd known I wouldn't have come." Because I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, he finished mentally.

She scoffed with an ironic laugh right when the lift doors opened. They gave space for the people who were inside to leave before entering and letting the doors close behind the two of them.

"You know, talking about your brother…” Armin gave a doubtful look at her, what was she going to say about him?

“We just had a little discussion. Actually, that’s why I followed you.” The man felt the air getting stuffier and tugged at the sleeve of his jacket.

He cleaned his throat, fiddling with his hat. “Oh, really. And what did he say exactly?”

“He told me everything, how you lied to me this whole time. You weren’t honest with me." She accused.

"Lied to you?" Armin repeated incredulously. He'd never done such a thing. "What are you talking about? And what did Alexy tell you? That’s not how things went." He shook his head and saw the anger growing in her.

"I'm talking about how you ruined our relationship over a stupid surprise. How you preferred hiding everything just to save a trip to fucking Disneyland!" She had her fists tight as if she was holding herself not to point a finger or push him, and her voice got higher and higher after every word.

Okay, Armin thought, so now I also have a traitor of a brother. He decided to push this thought to the darkest place of his brain, where he could easily forget about it at least for the moment.

They got out of the elevator on the floor level and just a minute after they passed through the front doors of the mall and found themselves crossing the parking lot in the direction of the bus stop.

"I'm trying to talk to you! Will you stop walking for a second?" Candy exclaimed.

Armin then stopped and grabbed her by the arm lightly, pulling her toward a spot where they wouldn't be hit by a car.

“Alexy said everything you did, that you did it for me… Right now I’m just asking you for an honest explanation. Do you still know how to do it? ” He was starting to feel his blood boiling inside him too. “Why did you think it wasn’t necessary to tell me? Frankly, I would really like to hear your side of things.”

He looked at her straight in the eye, frowning.

“Yeah, I get it. So what do you want? A confession?”

“I want to know everything.”

So he told her everything. How he had done hours of house cleaning, how he had accepted rotten works ar fast food and even done gardening to save money. He told her how he would spend hours finding collectibles and looking for opportunities to resell them at a higher price so he could put the money he won aside. And how bad he had felt for charging his friend for his help on her cosplay costumes.

“There, I confessed everything, are you happy? Yes, I wanted to surprise you.” He licked his dried lips for talking too much. “Is that a crime?! Should I have told you everything from the start?! Don’t you think that would’ve ruined the surprise? All I wanted was to do something special for you…We were away from each other for only a few months. I didn't think you were going to dump me so soon.”

There was a pause before he said, his head down, “And I don’t know. I thought it woulf be romantic…”

She opened her eyes wide, outraged, and seemed to hold back a chuckle but not like the way he missed seeing. “Romantic?! So?! Was it worth screwing everything up? We had something beautiful! We had a love story! Didn’t that matter at all to you? Wasn’t it a little more important than bringing me to Disneyland?”

“Hold on!” He felt the urge to interrupt. Hearing her talking like that about his plans was extremely frustrating for him. “Don’t act like it sucked either! Wouldn’t you have liked it? A week around Los Angeles, together?”

“I wish we had just two days together, anywhere.” She said shaking her head. “But that never happened! Excuse me if I got tired of waiting.”

“Again, we had only been apart for a few months. And you were able to come on your end! It allowed me to keep up the pace for Disney.” Armin didn't see where the problem was in all this. All this time, he had been thinking about them.

"Yes, that's the point! I traveled to see you only a few times and I had the impression I was the only one trying!"

The only one? She must be kidding

"I was exhausted! I worked my ass off trying to give us something special! But you didn't have the patience to wait! You didn't want to have it, so you just left me."

“But you didn’t even tell me what you were doing! Or why you did it! You left me in the dark and never told me anything!”

"I thought you trusted me! And that our relationship was solid enough! I'm sorry for thinking we had something serious…"

"But in a serious relationship, you talk to one another!"

"But they don't tell the surprises, that's literally the point! We don't talk about them!"

He noticed the girl getting closer to him, but he didn't move. Proximity was never a problem to him when it came to her.

“I didn’t give a shit about this. I just wanted to see you and spend some time together!” Her voice had a small shift to it as if the walls around her heart were cracking, and the hurt was showing its way out. “And I wanted you to come to see me often too. I wanted us to spend some time together laughing, playing games, making love… And you were worried about making a long-term plan to take us to Los Angeles?! Sacrificing everything else for this?”

His jaw clenched and he leaned forward in her direction.They were so close now, their faces only a few centimeters apart.

“This was important for me!” He argued. “I wanted to impress you, show that I was good enough!”

“But you were good enough!”

Como fodemos o maior amor do mundo?

How did we fuck up the greatest love in the world?

“But I knew nothing about all this, the only thing I knew is that you were never there for me. ”

For a moment, Armin broke their eye contact and looked down, maybe he was starting to understand. But he wasn’t going to drop it, he had a point and he wanted her to understand too.

“It’s only natural that I lost my trust in you, what else did you expect? How do you want a relationship to work if we don’t talk to each other?! Especially in a long-distance relationship? You didn’t give us any chance! When did you think that keeping secrets would bring us any good?” Candy stopped and for a second she just looked at him intensely with her brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything then but returned the look.

“I…” She took a long breath before continuing, “don’t even know what else to say. What you did doesn’t make sense!”

He wasn’t going to drop it.

“No, you have no right to say that!” he said, offended. “Yes, maybe I was awkward. It was my first relationship, we were both eighteen! I thought that a relationship, even if it was long-distance, must be something simple. It should be naturally pleasant for both people. And if it doesn’t work anymore, it doesn’t work anymore, that’s how it is.”

“But a real relationship is meant to be built together! With effort, and communication, above all! That doesn’t happen magically only because we were made for each other! And a romantic surprise doesn’t make up for months of absence!”

It was getting difficult for him to hold her gaze, without thinking he looked away and passed his hand through his hair.

“I am really sorry. I thought… I thought it would’ve been easier.” His voice sounded so low, that just then he realized how loudly they had been talking. It was crazy how no one had come to kick them out again, but this time not from a single store, but from the whole mall.

“That’s the first time I hear you wanting to play on easy mode.” Candy noted sarcastically. Her tone also had lowered.

“Hey! Dating you was no game for me!” How could she even think of that?

“So why did you make less of an effort, then?”

“You are being unfair! I made a lot of effort! A tremendous effort even!” Armin defended himself. “Do you think it was fun for me to accept all those difficult jobs? Buying stuff hoping I could resell it for twice the price. And asking a friend to pay me to help her?! Well, none of that was fun. I promise you!”

“In any case, you didn’t make the efforts I’d have liked you to make! The ones I needed!” She gave one more step closer to him, gasping a little bit. “You should’ve called more often. You should’ve taken more time to see me! And, most of all, you should have talked to me! Honestly, I didn’t think that would’ve been a problem in our relationship… For someone who’s so connected, you have to admit that communicating is not your forte.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she didn’t let him. “ I just wanted you to be by my side!”

He took her arm before talking.

“You didn’t communicate very much yourself, I’ll have you know! That story you mentioned about the outings. I couldn’t have known that you absolutely wanted me to be there if you didn’t tell me.” He complained.

“I would’ve liked you to come on your own, to please me. And without me having to ask you!”

“But how could I have known!? Candy, I love Professor Xavier,” he smiled weakly, “but I don’t have his skills…” The girl shook her head, seeing disappointed about the comment

“You make beautiful speeches about communication, but in the end, you did the exact same.”

“But surely not on the same scale.” She pointed at him, “You were the one to ruin everything with your crummy plans and your ego. And I want you to recognize it.”

He looked around, caught off guard. “What would that change? There’s no one here to witness.”

“But I will know. I want you to say it.” She got even closer. “I want to hear you say clearly that you ruined everything between us.”

Her words were so harsh. He had never imagined having her talking to him in that tone.

“I would never say such a thing…” Armin shook his head. “ We did have a beautiful story. But I wasn’t the only one to ruin it all. I wanted to make a surprise for you and I chose not to tell you. Maybe it was stupid, okay. But when you called to break up… I didn’t understand.” His voice was so low, and they were so close, close enough to feel each other’s heat and breath.

“But even then, you should’ve said something. You could’ve defended yourself and not let me break up!”

“You didn’t give me time for that! You blocked me everywhere right after you hanging up on me!” Armin reminded her. “I was already in shock, but that broke me. The message was very clear. Plus, it’s much easier to say what I should have done or not.” He felt his heart struggling in the tight space inside of his chest, he wondered if it was just him; that feeling wasn’t usual to him. “Maybe you should have…”

Mas antes de ir embora, eu te impeço, para

but before you go, I stop you, stop

Sei lá se esse é o nosso último segundo

Who knows if this is our last second

In a split second, he saw the rage in Candy’s eyes come back. She gave a step further and raised her arms, he braced himself for the push that was coming for him, but it never came. Instead of pushing him, her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled.

Então me beija com raiva, me beija com raiva

So kiss me angrily, kiss me angrily

Me beija com raiva, me beija com raiva

Kiss me angrily, kiss me angrily

And in a split second, just like a dream, their lips touched. After so long, he felt her warm soft lips pressed against his, her eyes were tightly closed.

He came to himself, finally reacting. That moment was real, definitely not a dream or an illusion, his heart was still racing in his chest, her heat against him, scorching. So, he too closed his eyes and kissed her back with the same force. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer like he’d done so many times years before.

Their tongues met and the kiss deepened. It was fast, messy, and… angry. He didn’t understand his feelings at the moment, and he definitely didn’t want to.

They kissed angrily. Letting out all the hard feelings that had been trapped inside their chests for so long.

They kissed angrily to make up for the years lost.

It was like filling your lungs with air after drowning. He grabbed this moment and made the most out of it. So he kissed her back, angrily and deeply.

They kissed angrily until they were out of breath, and dizzy. But it only took another look into each other’s eyes to make their lips connect one more time. And once again, they kissed angrily, as if the world was theirs and it was about to end.

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SOOOOOO, what do we think about Armin's ego deflating gradually as the story goes? It's def something for me

AND MY HEADCANON! Yes, I made Armin a sucker and had him save that money after all those years.... Call me romantic, okay? Although after writing it I thought it wouldn't be very nice to go on the vacation that made the relationship come to an end..... or maybe not, who knows.

Don't forget to leave comments!!! They always inspire me to keep writing 🥺💕

That's it for now. Love you guys, and I hope you have a great day!

#armin mcl #mcl armin #mcl #amor doce #my candy love #corazon de melon #amour sucre #mcl headcanon #mcl alternate life #mcl fanfic #fan fiction #armin candy #armin cdm #armin amor doce

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baby blue | k. alberich

❥ — PAIRING kaeya x gn! reader

❥ — SUMMARY (soulmate au) you and Kaeya agreed to have a 'no strings attached' relationships which included agreeing to not looking at your soulmarks. When you accidentally catch a glance, you decide that your only option is to flee. Not fully based on the song Baby Blue (King Krule) but lightly inspired :)

You watched as the man beside you slept peacefully, his hair straying across his face and gently floating into the air as small, even breaths left his slightly-parted lips. It took everything in you not to lean forward and kiss him, so, not wanting to wake him, you carefully gathered his loosened hair and released it all from the tie that held it in a ponytail.

Kaeya was undoubtedly gorgeous - you'd probably argue that he was both prettier and more handsome than you were. His beauty lay deeper than his good looks, though, and every time you heard his whispered compliments tumble from his lips you were reminded that his words were the reason you were lying beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist.

The pair of you had ran over the 'no strings attached' line you had drawn, it was now a race to see who would get the furthest, who would be the one to say that they wanted more than this.

Beside you, Kaeya shifted in his sleep, twisting himself so his back was now facing you, covered by long strands of hair that had become knotted during the knight. You gently reached out to comb your hands through, well aware that Kaeya wouldn't awake unless you touched his skin. The knots were easily untangled, and you opted to loosely braid his hair (although not very well) in your still-sleepy stupor. It was a first for you to stay in bed after you woke up beside the cavalry captain, it seemed to be an unspoken rule that the first to wake up would be dressed and out the door.

As he shuffled again, you watched his hair move to expose his neck, hickies tracing from underneath his jawline down to his shoulders. You wondered if the other members of the knights questioned him on it - although Lisa would probably be the only one with the gall to ask. Perhaps Lumine would make a comment, just to see if she could get him to sweat.

To the left of all those hickeys, however, sat a small mark, perfectly centred on the back of his neck, beginning to peak up into his hair. You barely processed it at first, your mind ultimately putting it off as a birthmark. Kaeya didn't have a soulmark, even if you knew that he did, you had written it into your mind that he didn't and the pair of you just happened to fit together so well.

The mark on his neck was a perfect match to the one you had on your side, a plaster lazy slapped over it because that was as close as you could get to totally removing it. You didn’t want it, the weight of having to find your soulmate felt unbearable, and now you were approaching an age where it felt everyone around you had found their other half except you.

You and Kaeya had been tiptoeing around your not-quite 'no strings attached' relationship for months, you couldn't have been soulmates, right?

A wave of panic rushed through you, settling in the pit of your stomach as you pulled back the duvet and twisted your body in way that allowed you to rest your feet on the ground without disturbing the sleeping man beside you. Turning around to glance at Kaeya, you watched as he began shuffling again, this time in a way that signalled he was waking up from his slumber.

"You're still here?" his voice was low and raspy, the question followed by a yawn that he didn't bother to cover with his hand.

"I was just leaving."

"You should stay," another yawn, his lips tugging upwards into a soft smile - a genuine smile.

Shaking your head, you shuffled over to the doorway where you had kicked off your shoes and other garments of clothing, leaning against the wall as you shoved a leg through your trousers.

Noticing your discomfort, Kaeya sat up, brows furrowed, "what's got you in such a hurry?"

"I saw it."

"Well yeah, you've done a lot more than look at it," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, the action pulling face-framing strands of hair from his plait.

"No, Kaeya," you huffed, stopping your actions to meet his gaze as his smile dropped, "I mean I saw your mark".

He tilted his head, bottom lip jutting out as he racked his brain for why something so simple would cause such a reaction, "I mean, I know we said we wouldn't show them but it was bound to happen, it's not really a big deal"

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you moved your jacket to the side and pulled up the side of your oversized nightshirt (it was Kaeya's but neither of you made an effort to get it returned, he liked how you looked it) to reveal the large plaster on the side of your ribcage. Kaeya still looked confused as you began tugging at the material, ripping it off to reveal a mark identical to his.

He froze, mouth slightly agape.

Dropping your shirt, you slid on your trainers and took your leave, ignoring the loud crash that came from the bedroom as Kaeya scrambled to catch up with you.

Stepping outside the air was cold as it hit your cheeks, crawling down your neck in the form of goosebumps. If you were lucky, you could get home, block his number and stay away from his favourite spots so that you never saw him again.

"Wait! Please!"

Naturally, luck wasn't on your side.

Speeding up your walk, you tried to ignore Kaeya's incessant shouting as you shoved your hands further into your jacket pockets, fingers latching onto your house keys and fiddling with them in a pathetic attempt of distracting you from the man calling out to you.

You were frozen in place as Kaeya's slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, his voice lowering until it was just above a whisper, "why are you so afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I just don't think we should-"

"You're afraid," his gaze was soft as it settled onto your face, hand lightly tugging at your wrist to draw you in closer, "I think, personally, we should give it a shot. If the universe has decided we belong together, we at least owe it to try."

He shifted his grip down to your hand, swinging gently as he leaned towards you, "you're not saying no?"

"Shut up," you mumbled, pulling on your entwined hands so his eyes were level with yours, "you get one date."

Kaeya's face lit up with a grin, hand escaping your loose grip as he grabbed the sides of you face, pulling you into a kiss. It barely lasted a second, the feeling contrasting drastically to your usual kisses - deep and passionate. It let loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach and you found yourself chasing his lips as he pulled away.

"Are you sure we even need a date?" he chuckled, placing a peck on your lips, "I think I could get used to this already".

You thought that, maybe, you could too.

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#kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya genshin x reader #x reader #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #renoed #renoed; genshin

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emeraldenha · 2 years

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TO YOU

chapter 4 | “real love”

w/c: +1k words

A handful of chaotically nonsensical drinking games in and you were completely wasted.

You were already tired from staying up the night before—baking your signature college dorm chocolate chip cookies with Joshua and Vernon—but there was a lot more fatigue from the thoughts that had just been weighing on your mind.

After a long day of rehearsals and band talk, the five of you had decided on crashing at Soonyoung and Jihoon’s apartment considering that the rest of you stayed in dorms.

One second you’re singing ballads at the top of your lungs with Joshua into a beer can as a makeshift mic, and the next second you’re on Vernon’s back spinning around to see how long it takes for you both to collapse out of dizziness.

It took approximately twenty-five seconds. There you were, back hitting the floor as you burst into a fit of laughter.

“You okay, Y/n?” Jihoon lightly shakes your arm, crouching down next to you.

Jihoon usually doesn't participate in your drunken gatherings, opting out more times than not. Maybe he’ll take a swig if it does no harm. Tonight is no exception.

Whether it be fulfilling the role of the designated driver on outings or babysitting the three of you indoors before things get out of control, he doesn't mind—or at least he tolerates it. Plus, someone has to control the volume before a noise complaint comes filing in. Jihoon spent too much time searching for this damn apartment to lose it because Soonyoung was unabashedly yelling SHINee's discography at three AM in the morning.

You ignore Jihoon's question, turning to your side, knees to your chest as you form yourself into a ball.

“Sleepy…”

Jihoon sighs, ready to peel you off the carpet and prepare the fold out couch for the night when a crash is heard from the opposite side of the room.

Tripped over a plastic picture frame and an unlit candle was Soonyoung in an eerily similar position as you. However, he quickly bounces back on his feet and stumbles forward until he’s right beside you, weaving his hand into yours to pull you up.

“I got you!” Soonyoung exclaims, keeping your hands interlocked.

The scene feels familiar. Just like earlier in the week when he stepped in as your knight and shining armor to buy you coffee.

Knowing he’d be unsuccessful if he even tried to pull either of you apart from one another, Jihoon let’s you be, shaking his head as he retreats into his own room.

The sequence of Soonyoung guiding you to his room is a little blurry, though one moment bleeds into next and suddenly, you’re crying into Soonyoung’s ginormous tiger plushie as soon as you touch the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

At first, you don’t answer, stubbornly stuffing you face further into the plushie.

Seconds pass and the silence deepens but eventually you must come up for air, and with a new sense of carelessness, you speak the latest worry that has been lingering on you mind.

“I can’t write love songs.”

Soonyoung tilts his head, curious. “Why not?”

You mumble something incoherent, sitting up to face him with evident stubbornness in your expression despite bringing up the topic in the first place.

“Tell me!” he whines and begins poking you impatiently.

You start mumbling again, this time with an actual intent to reply though you’re still barely making any sense.

Soonyoung pouts, frustrated that he can’t hear you clearly. "What?"

He pokes your side again and you finally give him an answer.

“Because the one time I fell in love, I got hurt. I don’t think he ever really loved me. Not in the way I loved him.”

There. You said it.

It has always bothered you more than you’d like to admit, not being able to write a single line to a love song that didn’t come off as unbearably cheesy or inauthentic.

It all felt so dramatically cynical. So bitter and pathetic. It’s not like you actually swore off love or anything, not when you knew deep down that whatever butterflies you felt towards the boy right in front of you was more than just a measly crush.

Maybe you were just awful at finding the words to express a feeling you’ve never been able to explain.

Maybe you were scared. And a coward.

Maybe you were just a shit songwriter.

Either way, you didn’t want to mess things up. You didn’t want to repeat history and have to write about it in the end too.

Soonyoung pauses to stare at you, trying to comprehend the situation with whatever coherence was left in his drunken state of mind. All he knew was that you were sad and he wanted to do everything in his power to cheer you up, fill the hole in your heart that had left you so hurt.

You looked like a kicked puppy, knocked down with no hopes of getting back up.

“Then let me show you.”

Soonyoung rests a hand on top of yours which switches up your mood in an instant.

It’s like the moments before are erased and you’re already painting over the vulnerability with giddiness.

“Show me what?” you mindlessly giggle, sending him a lazy smile that makes his heart skip a beat.

He raises his hands to cup your face, clumsily wiping your previously fallen tears the best he can. You watch him with wide eyes as he begins leaning in closer, but you don’t back away. You don’t move an inch.

“What real love feels like.”

Then, before you can process what’s even happening, Soonyoung’s lips are pressed against yours in a quick, gentle kiss. Well, as gentle and coordinated as it can be for two people that have had one too many drinks.

You’re the farthest thing from sober and your head is pounding with a million hazy thoughts, yet one look at Soonyoung and suddenly the world is only him.

When he eventually senses you pulling away, his eyes hesitate to flutter open until he feels your arms wrapping around his waist. You’re hugging him so tightly, as if you can’t afford letting go.

Too tired to question what this changes or if this kiss will make any difference at all, you tilt your head to lean comfortably in his chest, your body falling limp in his embrace as you fall fast asleep.

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Love Doesn't Do Encores Ch38 Life In Spikemuth P2

(Warning: Pearl does attempt to strike the reader but no actual physical contact is made. The Christmas song Piers sings is Sub-Zero WITH LYRICS- Friday Night Funkin' VS Ace Cover(Feat. Kamex) By Juno Songs tho some words have been changed to fit the story narrative. Link to it is below.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1ueQGoK4bc&list=LL&index=63)

Everything in time froze for the both of you that moment.

There you stood frozen as Piers stood above you hands on the wall behind you but not on purpose. After all he did just get thrown forward by someone slamming into him. But your body was frozen, numb as you stood there looking up at him like your eyes turned into those funny googily eye stickers. He did in the same. Seeming in shock, frozen in time as his electric blue eyes stared back in the same state at you. Both mind blanks and bodies not being able to feel anything but neither could tell if that was due to the cold or the fact you two were in more shock than if a pikachu had zapped you. Eventually someone did move. You did. Your brain finally processing what was happening enough for common sense to finally return to your thought process and you took a step back. Freeing your lips from his that was thrown forward from the shove he received his soft bangs that hung off him tickled your cheek as it brushed against it from the moment you stepped back. The action seemed to make himself overcome the shock as well, after a moment righting his weight up and slowly retracting his hands from the wall to rest at the front of his body.

And you both stared at one another.

And then your brains finally processed what really happened.

The snowflakes and cold air colliding with his face couldn't extinguish the fire that froze in his cheeks as they instantly lit up the bright shade of pink you've ever seen. But it wasn't just his face. His ears and whole face was now a pretty primrose pink instead of the usual pale complexion they were every other time you've seen him. And he suddenly reacted. You jumped when a gloved hand of his slapped over his mouth and his face gained a horrified expression as you just stood there..And your face also heated up.

"...bloody arceus.." He managed to say just barely over a whisper and you barely even heard it past his glove...Before he shot a frown over his shoulder towards the grunt standing there staring with the crowbar in hand. "OI! W-What the bloody heck!?"

"B-Boss! I-I-I- The tool it was stuck! And I couldn't get-.....I-I-It was an accident I swear!"

"Didn't I tell ya NOT ta leave that bloody thing lying around!?," Piers countered back in flustered anger and you finally got enough sense in you to shake your head.

"Wait! Wait!" You waved your arms despite your flustered state still and your face being ten shades of red at the moment. He did stop to look at you so you held up your hands to him. "He's r-right. It was an accident. Don't get mad at him." He stared at you. "P-Please?"

Piers stared at you for a few seconds before he gave a small look of-..Well if you had to guess what emotion he was giving you you'd call it concerned guilt or something along those lines. He ..very tenderly and slowly held out a hand half way towards you like you'd be spooked away and opened his mouth- But whatever he was going to say was lost to time when a sudden high pitched wail was sent cascading through the frosty air. Your body jumped on reflex and your spooked head twisted around looking for the source of the noise as it echoed through the air catching everyone's attention. It-....It sounded like a pig's squeal on helium combined with a lunatic monkey's wail. Your spooked state combined with your still earlier shock and fluster from happened before made your reflexes slow and you didn't see the furious stopping of heels in snow before your body turned and it all happened so fast you didn't register it for a good moment. You had turned and a blur swiped face near your face, you could barely make out the lavender tip of the blur as your body tumbled backwards. You felt your feet slip on the frost and snow covered ground beneath you and your world tumbled. Your hand shot out to grab something but nothing but the snowflakes still falling was caught within your grip and they couldn't stop you from falling. Your eyes slammed shut ready in impact for the hard ground beneath you..but it never came. On the contrary it was strange. You DID collide with something firm but no where near as hard as the concrete floor of the gym and it was two- no three somethings. Something like a branch catching you around your shoulders and upper back, another similar thing under your legs, and the third was larger..like a wall you were firmly pressed against but..softer somehow. F/c eyes blinked open..but you soon wished you had kept them shut because the sight only sent your face from confused to red faster than a cheetah could run. Because you weren't sprawled out on the floor like some human pancake. Far from it actually. Instead you were held bridal style and against the very man who you had just kis- bumped into was crouched having dove down to catch you-

...!?

"EEP!!!"

And he didn't give you any warning when all of a sudden you were yanked upwards and held against his chest as he rapidly stood up and backed away from someone else who stepped forward. Protectively squeezing your body with the same gentleness one who give to a beloved partner. Instinctively your hands death gripped the front of said Gym leader's coat as he took a good few steps away from someone who stepped towards you two and someone spoke.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!"

Someone shrieked something after that that sounded like a pig going 'REEEEE' and it still took your brain a good moment with your eyes were hazy with all the still falling snowflakes, but you soon made out that familiar fancy coat you've seen a couple times with that familiar silver hair and hazel eyes all shrieking things you couldn't make out sounding like a lunatic's gibberish. It was PEARL! What in Arceus was she doing here? wait...Was she the one who swung at you?! You could've gotten hurt falling! Thank Arceus Piers was able to save...you- Your f/c eyes widened in realization looking between the man and her. Piers was looking between two emotions. Extremely not sure how to take the pig having a tantrum and extremely angry staring at her silently. Your brain might've short circuited again from the fact he was bridal style holding you, but Pearl acting like a pig with rabies who was in a manic episode with hallucinations for the very first time kept you looking at her. What was going on-

A lavender nail pointed at you making you blink. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Pearl snarled out finally able to make a coherent sentence. You were surprised that she wasn't foaming at the mouth. "YOU TURNED EVERYONE AGAINST ME AND NOW YOU WERE ABLE TO SUDUCE HIM!?" ....Wot- "RUBY WOULDN'T HAVE KICKED ME OUT IF YOU HADN'T SHOWED UP!! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THE ONE IN HIS ARMS!! I'M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY!! I'M A REAL WOMAN!! WHY COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE THAT I DON'T!? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST APOLOGIZE!?!?"

"Apologize!?" Finally at last your brain kicked back on and you scowled at her. "APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT!? You lying to me for almost two months and making me do all of your work!? Or when you basically said it didn't matter if you kicked Gold or not!?" You leaned forward and Piers had to increase the strength of his grip on you now beginning to struggle to get him to put you down. "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!! IF ANYTHING YOU THREATENED TO SUE ME THE FIRST TIME WE EVEN MET!!"

"YOU SMACKED ME!! YOU VICIOUSLY ATTACKED ME LIKE A CRAZY PERSON!!"

"Oh my go- Are you STILL going on about that!? I didn't smack you! I pushed your hand away cuz you stuck it in my face!"

"YOU SEDUCED HIM!! HE'S MINE!! I CALLED DIBS ON HIM FIRST!! HOW COULD HE FALL FOR YOU INSTEAD OF ME!? YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME!!"

"Excuse me? Seduce? Seduce who!?"

Your questions were lost as Pearl. ABSO-FRICKING-LUTELY. LOST. IT. She began a tirade of insults and accusations. Fueled by the Almighty Karen Gods of Entitlement. All the while you could only watch her yell red faced crocodile tears running down her face and frantically waving her arms and stopping her heels against the ground like a grown child. Anything you might've said wasn't even heard by the karen as more and more eyes looked to her. As she continued her rant of being better than you at literally everything from nails to being a better girlfriend for him. And speaking of 'Him'. What 'him' was she talking about? And why was she accusing you of seducing someone? Who? You never flirted with anyone or tried to seduce anyone or even shown any basic romantic interest in anyone. So who was- Reality again smacked you in the smacked you in the face as past convos with Ruby and Piers popped into your head.

"Especially the flirting with my boss."

You were surprised when Piers let his arms flop to his sides and actually groaned. "You can say she a...'fan' o' mine an' not the kind I like."

"Let me guess. Obsessed fangirl who squeals and tries to constantly flirt with you?"

"...How did ya know?"

Ah. Wonderful. She's a karen and a crazy fangirl. "She seems the type. Glad she didn't try to work for you huh?"

"Hol' up!" He stopped you holding up a hand a frown coming to his face. "Pearl told you that?" You nodded. "Y'n, neither o' 'em work the weekends. I should know since it's the only time I can shop at the clothes store without bumpin' into her."

"You're always trying to flirt with my boss when I'm trying to work making me look bad!"

....Your eyes went wide. ...And then you snapped up to Piers who looks absolutely lost seeing the womanchild in front of him throwing a fit. And you looked at your hands still clutching the front of his coat. And the way he was holding you close. And your face again reddened remembering the fact he was accidentally thrown forward and accidentally kis- bumped into your face. And Pearl must've seen the accident happen.

Which means she thought you two kissed-

"THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!!" You shouted not that she paid attention still going on a rant as you looked mortified and red faced. But Piers did jump looking at you. "I-I w-wasn't seducing him!" She finally stopped looking at you as mascara and crocodile tears ran down her face scowling. "It was an ACCIDENT!!" You stressed to her. Wriggling your body enough to finally get Piers to put you down despite his silent protests and brushing snowflakes off you. "He was pushed into me and tripped! If you had stopped to actually listen I could've told you that instead of going off like a crazy person! WHAT IS YOUR DEAL ANYWAYS!? I LITERALLY DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING TO YOU!?"

"YOU DID EVERYTHING TO ME!! I SHOULD'VE NEVER LET RUBY LET YOU MOVE IN-"

She made a move as if to walk towards you but something blocked your way. Someone had grabbed the back of your coat and quickly yanked you behind them as a body wedged themselves between you and Pearl. And there was an eerie silence as a menacing aura made itself present. You blinked as Piers's tall form blocked your view from Pearl and he quietly looked down at her. You didn't see it, but when Pearl looked at his face..The way his eyes gave some kind of unknown primal fury in him. She paled so much she might've genuinely fainted if she wasn't alone.

"....Stop it." You blinked at the low tone that emanated from the man in front of you. Now Piers had a deep voice to begin with. One of the nice ones that wasn't too high or low pitched just right. Made it so he could sing most common notes and you suspected that's helped him with his singing career, but the voice that just spoke...That was not Piers. That was a warning speaking in his place. "She's a better person than you riskin' 'er own life ta make sure the ones she cared about were safe or even jus' happy even if it meant she was hurt 'n the process. She's dropped everything jus' for the sake of makin' sure Galar hadn't fallen inta the hands o' maniacs who'd send us back to the dark ages and you have the nerve ta complain over nothing?"

There was no answer. You leaned to look around Piers to gaze at Pearl and what you saw what wasn't you were expecting at all. Pearl had black streaks down her cheeks from her crocodile tears mixing with her mascara completely ruining her make up but what made you pause was that she wasn't looking at Piers anymore. She was looking at YOU with a dawn of realization coming over her.

"....You're the Y/n from the books."

And you made a blank face at her. Book? What books? What the heck was she still going on about? Did her crazy finally reach a new peak? Neither of you had time to answer that question before Piers took a small step towards her making her shoot her head back up to him.

"Come New Years. LEAVE Spikemuth. I don't want to see your face harassin' people around here ever again. Now get off my stadium's floor."

Pearl still stared at him for the longest moment then cast one last look to you before turning tail and scampering away like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Everyone watching silently as her fleeing form soon disappeared between the falling snowflakes...and it was still dead quiet as everyone stood there. No one moving until Piers's head turned and he looked down at you.

"Are you alright?"

The question actually made you jump and blink at him dumbly for a moment but you nodded. "Uh...Y-Yeah. I wasn't expecting-.." Your head turned back to where Pearl disappeared. "...That."

"Yeah. Well she's gone now. M' gonna make sure Ruby hears about this. That bloody noisy nickit's been causin' trouble for far too long. ..." You flinched at a feeling and when you looked back to him you were met with a sight you weren't prepared for. Hands. Soft hands. Gently grabbing your cheeks and Piers's hard gaze quickly melting into one of concern as his eyes softened for you. And ONLY you. In that moment. His hands were surprisingly smooth to the touch, as well as a mixture of hot and cold from both his body heat and the fact he had been out in the cold for a long while. "She didn't manage to hurt ya did she?"

You felt your cheeks flush a warm red under his gentle touch before you cleared your throat. Taking a step back and removing yourself from his grip with your eyes turned to the side. "Um..Y-Yeah. I'm f-fine. She didn't hurt m-me thanks to you."

"Um...Y-Yeah. I just..did what I had to do."

"Y-Yeah. Thanks for that."

More awkward silence followed as you avoided eye contact.

" ...*ahem* W-Well I c-can see that you're p-pretty busy." You scooted back a little bit taking a step back and gesturing off. "I uh...I'm going to go finish my walk and head back home before Silver starts to worry about me and w-warm up. I-It's getting cold."

"Oh..R-Right. You uh want me ta walk ya back home?"

You waved him off turning on your heel avoiding eye contact. "N-No need. I-I'm fine! Y-You go ahead and finish your duties."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded your head. "Yep! Would you look at the time? I gotta go. Bye Piers!"

And with that you quickened your face and started walking away. FAST. And Piers stood there with his arm extended for a moment watching you go until you also disappeared between the snowflakes. After more silent moments Piers slowly lowered his arm and turned his head to the other grunts still staring at him.

"Well? What are ya blokes waitin' for? Let's move it people! We have a schedule ta keep if we're gonna put all this together by Christmas."

You had ran all the way home and spent the rest of your day red faced and curled up in your sleeping bag because..because..YOU HAD KISSED HIM!! PIERS!! AND HE HAD KISSED YOU- No. Well ok. Maybe 'kiss' wasn't the right word. Because that technically wasn't a kiss. Piers was just pushed into you and you two had hit your faces together. It was an accident. It wasn't something you two had planned to do. It'd be no different than if you had had just bumped into his side or stepped on his foot! And yet...you couldn't get the soft feeling out of your head. Which resulted in you screaming into your pillow flustered and somehow managing to fall asleep that night. You never saw Ruby and Pearl fighting, but you sure heard it. It was muffled and you couldn't make out what they were yelling at one another. From then on you didn't see much of Pearl at all and noticed that Ruby did seem very, very irritated. When you asked about it she only gave you one assuring line.

"Don't worry about it. I talked to her and you won't have to worry about her anymore."

And that was it. It was all taken cared of because the few times you had seen Pearl in the following days she looked too ashamed and seemed to just be constantly packing. Good riddance. You however were..distracted. You tried to bury yourself into your work going in and working hard at the cafe and helping Ruby around the house and taking care of Silver and your other pokemon. But nothing worked. Your mind kept wondering back to that (kiss-) accident and how Piers had looked at you. And then your face would heat up and your brain would short circuit for a while until you could pull yourself together. Not to mention it didn't help whenever you saw Piers or accidentally ran into him where your face would obviously heat up red until you made an excuse to get away and flee. It was humiliating! And it was starting to get annoying to you but you couldn't find it in yourself to really go and confront Piers about it or how you were feeling anyways. ..Until he didn't let you. It was a day or two before Christmas actually, and you of course was working the front counter behind the register doing your usual deal of taking orders and keeping up the front shop when a tall man with black and white hair came walking in. The bell dinged. You looked up. And you froze in shock when Piers himself came walking in. The man didn't even give you time to talk before he just waltzed up to the counter and stared at you.

"I know you've been avoiding me," he spoke and your draw dropped- He held up a hand. "Please let me finish. ...It's cuz o' what happened last week with Pearl right?" You still didn't answer but felt a little pink rise up to your cheeks. "I jus' wanted to let ya know that I don't blame ya for what happened an' you shouldn't have to be made to feel guilty 'bout it either. What happened between us was an accident. That's jus' it. An' don't worry 'bout Pearl either. Her crazy tantrum wasn't your fault either. So...think we can put this behind us and be friends again?"

You continued to stare at him more until an unspoken relief fell over you because..well it was shocker Piers was able to read you like a book so well but also because he had outright cleared the air between you two and shooed away any worries.

"I-....*sigh* Y-Yeah. I guess things might've been a little awkw-ward." the image of you two came back but you firmly stomped down that memory better now that Piers was here. He was right. That was just it. An accident. "But I-It's nothing now. Um. D-Did you wanna order something while you're here?"

"Yeah. Coffee if you got any. This plannin' is killing me....Are ya still coming?"

"What? Of course I am!" You smiled brightly as if the thought of spending more time with Piers didn't already make you feel giddy. "Why wouldn't I spend the holidays with a friend?"

...Piers smiled. "Yeah. I'm hopin' ta see you there."

Safe to say you did feel better for the next few days. Thanks to Piers assurances. And then finally the festive day came. CHRISTMAS! The most wonderful time of the year! And it certainly looked and felt like it too. Piers's grunts did well. Gold and red streamers hung around every lamp post you passed and that wasn't counting all the lit decor on the houses and the displays in store windows when you passed. Along with the snow all around you and random snowmen built everywhere it really felt like a perfect Christmas. And the gym was even more perfect. You could see it from far away. You left Ruby's house around noon wanting to get some shopping done and had walked your small herd of shinies down the road and back looking through the store windows until something caught your eye in one of the windows that had made you stop...And you smiled. Come nightfall you had made it back home and made sure everyone settled and a few minutes later you left back out of the house with a small wrapped box in hand. Down the street with snow crunching under your feet as you walked. It was easy to spot the gym, considering there was a MASSIVE tree littered in sparkly ornaments and a star on top right in front of it. It lit up the night along with loads of fairy lights set up for decoration and lots of people of all ages were already gathered in front as well. They seemed to mostly all be facing one direction and you didn't need to wonder why when a beautiful voice made it's way over the snow and cold air.

"As the flurries dance beneath the light of the streets footsteps forge through the sleet.~ Every lil' sensation is the palette of Spikemuth.~ Complex and sweet.~ I should thank you for induligin' me in the sound of the memories I've found.~ The excitement to share this slice of life through music.~ Now hear the beat.~"

The closer you got you were able to smell something. A LOT of somethings. And it smelt delicious. A mixture of all different kinds of Christmas-y foods. Roast. Fruit cake. Sugar plums. Cookies. Hot coco. Mint candies. Eggnog. And a few other things you couldn't quite place but smelt delicious anyways. Were they coming from the gym too?

"Frost forms.~ The fractals paint the windows that peer at good days gone by back when Spring was here.~ A symphony of the urbon rockstar who treasures the songs we share and good times we revere.~ Your voice makes it's mark in frozen cement.~ Our little concert's another peace of Spikemuth.~ T'was so when we met our eyes and as the skies turn gray I'll recall what we played.~ Happy to take a new friend as my prize.~"

When you finally got close enough to actually merge with the crowd your legs nudged you through the crowd and you found yourself pushed to stand in front of the giant Christmas tree. Where tens of presents of all sizes were stacked under it wrapped in shiny wrapping paper and pretty bows. A pretty sight to be sure but this wasn't where you were heading. Turning back around, you pushed back through the crowd towards the stage inside the stadium.

"Oh.~ Snow fall-ing.~ Wind swirling through the city.~ Temperatures falling far below the line of freezing as people chat over coffee.~ Underground trains bringin' folks back home.~ Between walls built up from concrete there's a comfort in the sights, smells, and sounds that I know.~ Wyn-don Ci-ty might be chill-ly.~ Win-ter storm-ing.~My home come-ing!~"

You finally made your way in where there was a little more room thanks to the gym's giant open space for pokemon battles. It was also decorated in colorful Christmas colored streamers and lights. You also found out what the smells were seeing a huge buffet table off to one side FILLED with food of all kinds that made your stomach growl just looking at it. Good thing Silver didn't come or else you'd have to watch him all night to keep him from eating all of it. But what really caught your attention was the rocker up on the stage as Piers continued to sing. Ah. Just the man you were looking for. He didn't look too decked out. Just in the same attire and wearing that long coat of his.

"Shining through the gray and cold are memories.~ Stories to be told.~ Sounds familiar.~ Oh do you hear?~ Warmth in weather below sub zero.~ Listen to the rhythm of all the folks' hearts.~ Memories freeze past in time to share with friends.~ The ones that shine and ones encountered every day.~ And even though pure chance is the reason for our rendezvous.~ I'm glad to share melody of home with you!~" Along with the end of the song there came a round of applause from the audience as he took a small bow and wave. "Thank you!" He spoke into the microphone. "Thanks everyone for comin' out tonight. Means a lot as gym leader ta see my community come together so well on a special holiday. We still have a few more activities planned 'fore we do the gift givin' so please feel free to grab some grub and mingle til then." You still stood there and waited even after the small crowd dispersed towards the table and Piers turned to walk down the small stage steps-..And blinked when he noticed you standing right there smiling at him gift box in hand. "....Y/n?"

You chuckled at his dumbstruck like expression. "Merry Christmas, Piers."

"...You actually came?..Uh I mean!" He coughed and a hand reached up to grab onto the choker around his neck. "*ahem* You kept you're word. I'm happy ta see ya."

You again smiled and again that warm feeling bubbled up in you again. "I'm glad too. Oh. Here." You held up the package making him blink. "I got you something. A small thanks for helping me out so much."

There was a silence between you two as the air was filled with other peoples' chatter and light Christmas playing from a few speakers as electric blue eyes stared at the shiny white box tied together with a glittery black ribbon. It looked so simple and yet so pretty. And color coded to his usual theme minus the hot pink of course but maybe that was just on the outside of the box. And you had gotten that? For him? Why? His eyes looked almost lost between you and the gift which did make you wonder if something was wrong for a moment but Piers silenced those thoughts when he reached out his hands and slowly ever so gently took the box away from you and in his own hands still staring wide eyed at it. Like it was the very first time he had ever gotten a gift before.

"For..me?," he asked looking at you again as if to make sure he heard you right. When you nodded he silently looked back to the gift. "...Thank you. But I can't open this."

You frowned. "Why? What's wrong? Did you not want anyone to buy you something?"

"Wha- N-No, no, no! Not that. I-It's not time for gift givin' yet. It'd be unfair ta everyone else if I opened one early. 'Specially to the lil ones and Marnie."

"Oh.." You hand pointed back towards the tree. "Then do you wanna come with me and put it back under the tree?"

He looked up surprised. "Together? UH! I m-mean sure!" He cleared his throat again sinking further into his coat's hood. "That'd be the responsible thing to do."

You smiled again. Red rushed to his face when you gently grabbed at his arm and pulled him towards the direction of the giant tree outside and for some reason he couldn't fathom he didn't stop you. Blue eyes could only gaze at you and your perfect face. Your face lightly cupping your face just the right way. The frost that had caught onto your lashes twinkling in the lights like little stars orbiting your beautiful f/c eyes which was as reflective as mirrors and just as shiny. Your cheeks a beautiful shade not unlike a sweet rose. But eventually electric blue eyes gazed towards your lips. Curled up in a smile, and a pink not unlike a pecha berry and maybe just as sweet if he was honest. The punk nearly ran into your body when you stopped in front of the tree the lights shining on you just the right way to give him the impression you were an angel. A sight he was hesitant to leave when he bent down to carefully place your gift down with the other beautiful ones as it too shined under the lights before he stood back up to look at you again. Huh. And you were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. Barely anyone was outside now, too busy inside mingling, eating the food, and enjoying the party. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautifully flowing hair and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the snowflakes and driving the intoxicating sweet scents from the banquet around them more. And blowing some of that pretty hair into his face, which he immediately reached to pull away and Piers made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

Or you would've. Your lips just pressed for a few wonderful seconds before Piers suddenly yanked himself away with a scrunched look and his eyes clamped shut. And your body froze as he pulled himself away twisting his body to you and slapped a hand over his mouth. ..Like he was going to be sick. You stood there for a moment blinking at his back towards you as the cold wind blew on you in the dim lights.

"..I-...I-I'm sorry," he managed to croak out finally as if he had a hard time saying it. "But I-..." If you had been able to see his face, you would've seen him suck in a shaking breath as if trying not to cry. "But I think I jus' wanna remain friends."

There was silence in the cold air and the longer you stood there. And Piers felt his eyes widen at your silence. His stomach did a flip flop. He couldn't look- And then his body jumped as something soft but firm grabbed his shoulder making his body flinch and his head turn to you with wide eyes, which only became wider seeing your understanding smile.

"Hey. Don't worry about it. It's fine dude," you assured him, "I love being your friend. And if you still wanna be friends then what do I have to complain about?'' He stared at you for a long moment before his whole body just deflated like a balloon. His arms going limp like some unspoken weight was just lifted from his shoulders. You nodded your head back towards the party. "C'mon. I think there's still a cup of hot coco with your name on it."

"Uh y-yeah. That'd be great."

#pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #love doesn't do encores #reader x piers #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon piers #piers x reader

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shnowyfox · 1 year

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Mario movie spoilers my thoughts on the Mario movie

Damn right it's the super MARIO movie, and not the super MARIO BROS movie because Luigi was like. Barely there. Like. He was there in the beginning and somewhat at the end but during the plot he was literally just in a cage while the rest of the characters complained about how royally fucked they were. Literally he hardly talks during the cage scenes he just makes😰 faces while they explain how much they're going to rot and die in prison.

And. As much as I love Queen.. they did not need that many songs in there. Like. A few of them are good timing and stuff! Great timing even! But I just didn't think there needed to be so many. And I need a hero didn't hit nearly as hard as it did in oddysy.

They also didn't really flesh out the history of peach and bowser, like, obviously he's an evil douche who just thinks he's entitled to her but like.. the way they talk its like.. do you know each other or not? It feels like Hater/Dominator from WOY again ngl..

Also hate how they made Donkey Kong voiced by Seth Rogan. Gawd dude. Like. Ughhh man. Like. Oough. I would've took the rock over him 😔

Speaking of voice cast. Chris Pratt as Mario is worse than we thought. He does an Italian accent for like. The commercial with Luigi and then they never do it again except maybe with some of the slow motion scenes where he said "mama mia". (There were too many slow mo scenes too gawd) and they got the original super Mario in the movie!! As a whole ass different character tho!! Like, my brother said that "Oh you wouldn't expect the original voice of sonic in the sonic movie, you like sonics voice in the sonic movie" Yeah because they didn't get rid of the accent and replace the voice with Chris fucking Pratt. Sonic's voice still fits him! Mario's is so freaking weird!!

And toad.. ohhh toad.. dude I'm glad they didn't give him his original voice but like.. honestly I would've gotten Jack McBrayer? When I heard toad rambling I just thought "man, wander could totally go off like this."

Also thought the toad general's voice was kind of out of place but it's alright I guess he doesn't have many lines.

Also gotta dock points for no Luigi bowser love story in the b-plot it totally could've been like Mario thinks his brother is getting tortured in a cage and meanwhile he's talking to bowser about his feelings like "dude my brother ain't gonna take peach from u he's demiromantic" and bowser is like "what is demiromantic" and Luigi is like "have you ever heard of lgbtq" and then Mario busts in to save him and they're all like "no its okay me and bowser are going to get married. Though we were wondering if we could do it at the mushroom castle? Bowser says it's very lovely this time of year." And then Mario peach and bowser all become qpps and have brunch together.

My brother complained about like a quarter of the movie being Mario Kart. I think it might have been a bit much too but I wasn't as bothered as he was.

It's hard to say I hated it. I don't dislike it. I kind of like it. It's like. Okay so positives are the animation, peach being an absolute girl boss and having a nice backstory (though idk how they gonna write Daisy in if they ever continue the story in a sequel), the references to the games, and Mario saying "it's a Mario time" and totally marioing all over.

Some kid at the theater looking at the poster with us was like "that's not what peaches Crown looks like in game" and I was like "Mario also doesn't have individual strands of hair in the game" and he was quiet after that for about 10 seconds before continuing to infodump about the poster and it's references.

#super mario #super mario bros movie #spoilers #mario movie #mario movie spoilers

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lemon-inferno · 1 year

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MAMA Day 2

So it’s been almost full 24 hours since MAMA Day 2. Where to begin? I’ll start with the good things and finish with the “bad”.

Note: Is anyone else annoyed that they call it MAMA (Mnet Asian Music Awards) Awards? Awards twice? Not only did they call it that, they also wrote it in their banners. 😭

First, it was expected that Day 2 would be more eventful, that’s how it’s always been. As you know Day 1 was spent giving out the Fans Choice Awards, so all other main categories were left for Day 2.

We had legends such as Tiger Jk and Jaurim, who just celebrated their 25th anniversary in August. It made it that much sweeter to see them perform their hit song Twenty Five, Twenty One. The opening performance by 3RACHA (Bang Chan, Han and Changbin from Stray Kids), Tiger Jk and Jung Jae Il is also worth noting. It was a powerful and meaningful message, fitting for a “new beginning” aka post-covid era. A reminder and gratitude towards the music and artists that got us through it. A promise from them to keep doing it for the music.

Overall, all performances were more exciting on Day 2, at least to me. I wouldn’t say there was anything that really surprised me. I’m not gonna lie, IVE’s stage felt a little bare, but I credit that due to the fact that maybe Starship could not afford a big stage with more props, more intrigue. At the same time, they did the best with what they could and the grils’ stage presence made up for it. One thing I really liked was the collaboration stage between INI and NiziU. It probably won’t look incredible or jaw dropping to most people, it didn’t to me, but there’s something about it that made me sit back, relax and enjoy it and I felt some sort of stress, that I didn’t know I had, just completely disappear.

My favorite stages were Jaurim’s collaboration with G(I)-DLE and j-hope’s, but I expected as much. I wasn’t nervous for him performing alone. I was really happy to see this new, fresh j-hope who was not at all sunshine. He was more like the asteroid that hits second after you think it’s the sun. TREASURE also had a good stage, they brought up the energy and the audience really enjoyed it. I watched both days of MAMA with my mama, and the stages she enjoyed the most were Stray Kids, IVE, ENHYPEN and j-hope. She’s a big fan of all of them. I can’t cay I’m a big ENHYPEN enthusiast, but I do listen to some of their songs.

Side note: I love that when 3RACHA was performing the rest of Stray Kids' brain cells held up self-made signs for them, lol.

ITZY’s comeback stage….. Hm, let’s see. I did enjoy it, I liked the song. However my personal opinion is that they made a mistake performing Cheshire first, followed up by their previous hits. I think they should’ve followed Kara’s example and performed their older songs first and then the comeback stage. It would’ve built up more anticipation and had bigger impact. Between Cheshire and Sneakers something felt disconnected. But If I look at each song performance separately, then they were all good.

Awards wise, again, no surprises there. Even with IVE winning SOTY. I don’t mean to brag, but I did predict it a few seconds before it happened. When they were showing the nominees my mom said something in the lines of BTS probably winning all awards again (mind you my mom is all new to this), and I said “I don’t know, watch SOTY go to Love Dive”. It did. So yeah, that’s my mini moment for the Day 2, lol. My mom was very happy and I think it was well deserved, so congratulations to IVE. I myself love that song a lot.

Oh, I almost forgot about ZICO! I loved Zico’s stage, I was looking forward to him performing Freak more than anything. I love that song so much, the entire “Grown Ass Kid” album is so f*cking good. Yeah. If you haven’t heard it I recommend it, even if you’re not a hiphop fan, just…. You don’t have to, but I encourage you to try it.

I do have some complaints however. First, the camerawork was a notch better, but still bad. For such an important day, that they already spent millions for, you could’ve have put a little bit more effort into good video coverage. MAMA was not only awards show this year. It is arguably the biggest awards show in Asia and the fact that for the first time since covid it was in-person attendance, overseas as is tradition, it also served as a signal for a new beginning. Not only in music, but in entertainment in general.

My second dissatisfaction is with Lim Young Woong and Monika Shin’s stage. I know that Monika Shin is a big, established and well-respected name in various fields. Most notably in dance. I don’t mean to throw shade on her, but that dance choreography felt so distant and separate from Young Woong’s singing. It was like trying to watch two different performances at the same time. It was distracting and unattractive. Also, correct me if I’m wrong but I didn’t think she majored in contemporary dance? Her movements felt a little too sharp. With Young Woong’s powerful voice, I would’ve much preferred to just see him stand still with a mic stand, maybe raised on a not too high pedestal, with some simple CGI for the dome screens and home viewers. It would’ve been so much more powerful to me.

Last thing, I’m aware of the situation with (G)I-DLE and the criticism they’ve been getting over speaking against award shows, but I chose not to address that issue here as it requires a post of its own. A post I’m not sure I’m willing to make at this point in time, so if anyone is curious what I think about it, feel free to message me or consult with Remon. Quite frankly, I don’t see why anyone would care what I have to say about anything, but there’s that.

That’s pretty much all I had to say, I hope I’m not forgetting anything. If I haven’t talked about certain groups or artists, I’ve done so on purpose. It means I either have some sort of unresolved personal feelings towards them, or they simply didn’t stand out to me enough to mention.

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aleynadurmaz-a · 9 months

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[ meltem akçöl, cis woman, she/her ] - was that aleyna durmaz i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-five year old who has been in nightrest for her whole life and works as a clerk at permanent record has a reputation of being jovial but also oblivious. they reside in fog gate & people in town usually associate them with pastel colors, guitar pick necklaces, thunderstorms, always looking for that silver lining. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warnings: death & crime

BASICS

full name: aleyna durmaz

nickname: ley, leyna

date of birth: august 28, 1997

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: clerk at permanent record

birthplace: nightrest, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′5″

BACKGROUND

born to a very chaotic household, aleyna's the youngest of 4

her dad the local motorcycle club's president and her mom was his high school sweetheart

it became glaringly obvious from a young age that whatever love her parents may have had for each other was long gone by the time she got into the picture

it felt like they were just together because they had already started a family and it was too late to back out now

the older she got, the worse it became. rumors flew around that her parents were cheating on each other, she could hear them fighting every night and she just wished they would throw in the towel and get a divorce already because yes, they were all still a family, but nobody was believing their marriage was anything but toxic

it probably didn't help that they lived in a mobile home that was waaaay too small to fit all of them and when she was older, aleyna came to realize that whatever money they did have that came from her dad was blood money

it got to a point that her dad and the rest of the motorcycle club got themselves into trouble, and her mother died in the crossfire that was retaliation

aleyna was just thirteen at this point and she was devastated. a girl still needed her mother and in the blink of an eye, she was gone

she was always taught to be tough but despite everything that she had been around growing up, aleyna held onto her optimism

she'd always, always choose being kind over anything else

she also doesn't like that her father's reputation bleeds into her and her brothers' lives. she's not her dad, and as much as she loves him, doesn't even agree with what he's doing. she doesn't really understand

she's been living here since she was born, barely even got out of the state, and she's pretty sure she'll die here in nightrest tbh because it's home and she doesn't know anything else

she's worked jobs ever since she could so she's been everywhere. a maid at the pearl hotel, she paints houses, dogwalks, had a stint as a waitress at mama's (but before adee worked there 🤪), a cashier at salem surf, using multiple jobs to pay her way through college (with some help from her family) before she finally settled down as the clerk at permanent record as soon as she graduated

she doesn't completely know what she's going to do with her life tbh, but she knows that she doesn't want to leave nightrest and that it has something to do with music. right now though she's incredibly satisfied where she is

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ optimistic, creative, kind-hearted

- oblivious, scatterbrained, fickle

FUN FACTS

full of fun facts herself tbh especially when it comes to specific songs/musicians/artists

is one of those people who can hear a song and be able to play it. also has a knack of being able to learn how to play any instrument quickly

her first love is her guitar which she stole from one of her older brothers when she was younger

has a chow chow named chowder who is always with her at permanent record. he's the cutest but laziest dog you'll ever meet

jokes that she knows how to disassemble, clean and reassemble a gun (thanks dad) before she could figure out how to assemble something from ikea

she's not the brightest cookie in the jar (pls dont ask her to do any math problem because she will cry) but that's okay because her strength lies in her creativity

music is her first love but she just loves everything that has to do with art -- dance, sculpting, theater, you name it

just a sweetheart tbh but she's also incredibly oblivious like she's friendly with everyone so she takes everybody as just being friendly back. she's sometimes oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her

blossomed pretty late when it comes to that aspect because she doesn't want to rush into things (ie having a first kiss, having a first significant other) just because everyone else was doing it. it's all about the #vibes in the moment. if it feels right, then it's a go

despite the horrible example of her parents, she loves love but has also learned to be pretty carefree when it comes to relationships. if they happen, they happen. if they don't work out, then that's okay. at least they tried

also despite her dad's love for them, she's scared of motorcycles <3

is a fan of second chances <3 and third and fourth because she's stupid <3

incredibly poor but at least she's richer than adee <3

would go to all the concerts if she had the money but sadly she does not

just likes to be a positive vibe always, especially because she feels like the town has already been through so much

despite her upbringing, does not want to fight. she will if she has to but she will be crying

is also surprisingly a gym person

WANTED CONNECTIONS

older brothers (wc can be found on the main when i finish typing it up!)

ride or die

girl gang

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

unexpected friends

a bad influence on her

a past hookup

a current hookup

exes that ended on good terms

exes that ended on bad terms (i'm gonna limit this to one)

family friends

fellow music lovers

her first relationship

frenemies where it is one-sided because aleyna thinks they're genuine friends rip

crushes maybe??

#nightrest:intro

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taylorrama · 7 months

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The Locked Tomb + mewithoutYou pt. 6/17

Heard you call for me Saw you die for me Only you'd burn for me If only you'd come for me

Song: Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt Album: A->B Life

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This is the chillest song on the album (until it explodes, that is) and one of the most ambient. We have this slow groove, and in the background are distant vocals that are hard to discern while listening. This is an intentional effect, though, and there's a lot we can glean from hearing a voice buried beneath other sound and only barely being able to distinguish what's said. For TLT purposes, this lines up with the Lyctor experience (I feel I'm repeating myself so much by drawing comparisons between these songs and lyctors, but that's what happens when you have two pieces of art that portray a blending of spiritual experiences with relationships).

To briefly address the song title, yes, it's the Kurt Vonnegut reference that eventually became a meme here on Tumblr dot com. I've read Slaughterhouse Five once and so I recognize this and other Vonnegut references in mwY songs. However, other who are much more into his work than I am have done a better job analyzing these references. My understanding is that this saying, "Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" is a sort of sarcastic mockery of those who believe that there was, is, or ever could be a time when death and suffering don't exist. I don't think we need to reach too far to see how this same idea is present in The Locked Tomb. The closest anyone comes to unironically embodying this phrase is Nona, until she remembers who she is, so the real meaning is proven true.

Going back to the song, I'm not even sure that the liner notes capture what this voice in the beginning actually says, but it does sound something like this:

Heard you call for me Saw you die for me Only you'd burn for me If only you'd come for me

Griddlehark. Campal. The third line is especially Campal.

These lines repeat and then the music starts to shift into a more sinister sound. We at last get the softly spoken phrase:

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt

Immediately, there's a raw scream and the rest of the song is directly quoting a John Dunne poem called "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" in this desperate, screaming vocal style.

"As we melt let's make no noise Oh the profanation of our love To tell the world our passing joys! And we, besides, care less to miss Our eyes and lips and hands." (but honey, I'm not who you think I am!) (I'm not who you think I am! I'm not who you think I am!)

The portions in quotes are from Dunne. I also haven't read or thought about Dunne enough to make my own interpretive conclusions, but using Dunne as applied to this song and then again applied to The Locked Tomb, we get some interesting images. This idea of two lovers or souls melting together to become one substance at the expense of any tangible form they once inhabited is...literally Lyctorhood.

The last two lines in parentheses could have a lot of applications. Jod. Nona. Harrow. Lots of characters have something in their arcs or something in their sense of self that would lead them to acknowledge a difference between the self they know and the self everyone else knows. And they may go beyond acknowledging this into hating it, so the vocalization of these lines in this song would fit that emotion.

"And so you'll be to me Who must obliquely run Thy firmness makes my circle just And makes me end where I begun" There's nothing wrong As I'll be somewhere singing all along No! Tell me, where have you gone, my love Where have you gone my love

Again, the quoted portions are from Dunne. I would go feral for the 7,584th time if circle imagery imagery became significant in The Locked Tomb in the same way that it is in mewithoutYou songs, but I don't see much there at the moment.

So, what's most interesting right now is the last two lines, "Where have you gone, my love?" This is repeated over and over, and is washed out by the music as the song reaches its end.

At the end of Gideon the Ninth, it's clear that Gideon dies, but there's also this transcendence and mystery about where her body actually goes. And we don't find out until the end of Nona the Ninth. So to me, this increasingly desperate and drowned out question matches this quest that some of the characters have of preserving their dead necromancer or cavalier across/through/somewhere to the left of life, death, and the River.

Musically, the end of the song sounds like drowning, perhaps in a River, and cuts off with this sound that's maybe like time traveling? What I'm saying is that if you were to sonically represent what being in the River is like, it'd probably be this song.

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TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 1; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 2; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 3; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 4; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 5

#the locked tomb #the locked tomb spoilers #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #griddlehark #campal #mewithoutyou #kurt vonnegut #john dunne #Youtube

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6.4 impressions

Spoilers abound, of course.

MSQ:

I find it extremely funny that Vrtra, an immensely powerful thousands-years-old dragon, is willing to talk about Zero behind her back only to shut up immediately when she shows her face

On the other hand I wonder if his behaviour is influenced in some part by his vessel? Boy!Varshahn acts somewhat differently than adult!Varshahn and both are different from actual dragon Vrtra.

I did not need to know about Forchenault's backside

I'm not sure that I would call a magical zip line with no safety measures or a physical backup a "convenient" method of travel, Alphinaud.

Not sure if I'm just getting old(er) but it feels to me like the time between the telegraphs and the attacks is getting shorter in these new dungeons? My reflexes ain't what they used to be and I barely have time to move out of the way, especially if there's even a little bit of lag.

"Are my winter clothes enough to blend in?" I don't know Varshahn, maybe the open sandals in sub-zero temperatures are going to tip them off.

It's cute that the Garleans still think that they're in a bargaining position, and it's very sweet that the rest of the world indulges them. I understand that the whole point of the story is overcoming needless strife and prejudices and go forth towards a new future together, but the contingent could just have gone "You talk of sovereign rights? After what you did to Eorzea and Gyr Abania and Doma and Corvos and-"

The Red Moon is kinda pretty. Evil, but pretty.

I take back what I said before, Vrtra is useless.

I am... not fond of the trope where the heroes' plan accidentally ends up being what the bad guy actually needed, especially when there was no way that the bad guy could have predicted their actions. It's cheap, and it weakens the villain if his plan could not have worked unless by happenstance.

Also this is a good example of why you curbstomp the evil homicidal voidsent after you've beaten him, without giving him time to monologue and enact his evil plan. Sure, he'll come back to life eventually, but at least it'll give you time to escape!

Someone could've thought of bringing a warding scale for Azdaja. Just sayin'.

Pandemonium:

Athena is so... white. I mean, it fits with the character being absolutely self-absorbed and terrible, but it's a bit weird that Erichtonios is significantly darker than both his parents.

Is... is that THE SEAT OF THE CONVOCATION!? Is Xehanort there? Are we going to summon Kingdom Hearts?

So the Heart of Sabik really has nothing to do with Zodiark and is just something Lahabrea needed for... reasons? I wonder if the "a sliver of my god's power" and "nothing more than is necessary for my god to be reborn" was Hephaistos subconciously influencing Lahabrea's thoughts, and working not to resurrect Zodiark but Athena.

Themis says there's more to be found if we keep digging - may it be related to the mysterious sound from deep within the star that was heard right before the End Days? I'm still not convinced that was Meteion's song, mostly because why would it come from the depths?

I miss broody Papabrea.

#6.4 spoilers #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv #ff14

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pokeexehasstoppedworking · 2 years

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Love Doesn’t Do Encores Ch38 Life In Spikemuth P2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1ueQGoK4bc&list=LL&index=63)

Everything in time froze for the both of you that moment.

And you both stared at one another.

And then your brains finally processed what really happened.

"B-Boss! I-I-I- The tool it was stuck! And I couldn't get-.....I-I-It was an accident I swear!"

"Didn't I tell ya NOT ta leave that bloody thing lying around!?," Piers countered back in flustered anger and you finally got enough sense in you to shake your head.

...!?

"EEP!!!"

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!"

"YOU SMACKED ME!! YOU VICIOUSLY ATTACKED ME LIKE A CRAZY PERSON!!"

"Oh my go- Are you STILL going on about that!? I didn't smack you! I pushed your hand away cuz you stuck it in my face!"

"YOU SEDUCED HIM!! HE'S MINE!! I CALLED DIBS ON HIM FIRST!! HOW COULD HE FALL FOR YOU INSTEAD OF ME!? YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME!!"

"Excuse me? Seduce? Seduce who!?"

"Especially the flirting with my boss."

You were surprised when Piers let his arms flop to his sides and actually groaned. "You can say she a...'fan' o' mine an' not the kind I like."

"Let me guess. Obsessed fangirl who squeals and tries to constantly flirt with you?"

"...How did ya know?"

Ah. Wonderful. She's a karen and a crazy fangirl. "She seems the type. Glad she didn't try to work for you huh?"

"You're always trying to flirt with my boss when I'm trying to work making me look bad!"

Which means she thought you two kissed-

"YOU DID EVERYTHING TO ME!! I SHOULD'VE NEVER LET RUBY LET YOU MOVE IN-"

"....You're the Y/n from the books."

"Come New Years. LEAVE Spikemuth. I don't want to see your face harassin' people around here ever again. Now get off my stadium's floor."

"Are you alright?"

The question actually made you jump and blink at him dumbly for a moment but you nodded. "Uh...Y-Yeah. I wasn't expecting-.." Your head turned back to where Pearl disappeared. "...That."

"Um...Y-Yeah. I just..did what I had to do."

"Y-Yeah. Thanks for that."

More awkward silence followed as you avoided eye contact.

"Oh..R-Right. You uh want me ta walk ya back home?"

You waved him off turning on your heel avoiding eye contact. "N-No need. I-I'm fine! Y-You go ahead and finish your duties."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded your head. "Yep! Would you look at the time? I gotta go. Bye Piers!"

"Well? What are ya blokes waitin' for? Let's move it people! We have a schedule ta keep if we're gonna put all this together by Christmas."

"Don't worry about it. I talked to her and you won't have to worry about her anymore."

"Yeah. Coffee if you got any. This plannin' is killing me....Are ya still coming?"

"What? Of course I am!" You smiled brightly as if the thought of spending more time with Piers didn't already make you feel giddy. "Why wouldn't I spend the holidays with a friend?"

...Piers smiled. "Yeah. I'm hopin' ta see you there."

You chuckled at his dumbstruck like expression. "Merry Christmas, Piers."

"...You actually came?..Uh I mean!" He coughed and a hand reached up to grab onto the choker around his neck. "*ahem* You kept you're word. I'm happy ta see ya."

"For..me?," he asked looking at you again as if to make sure he heard you right. When you nodded he silently looked back to the gift. "...Thank you. But I can't open this."

You frowned. "Why? What's wrong? Did you not want anyone to buy you something?"

"Wha- N-No, no, no! Not that. I-It's not time for gift givin' yet. It'd be unfair ta everyone else if I opened one early. 'Specially to the lil ones and Marnie."

"Oh.." You hand pointed back towards the tree. "Then do you wanna come with me and put it back under the tree?"

He looked up surprised. "Together? UH! I m-mean sure!" He cleared his throat again sinking further into his coat's hood. "That'd be the responsible thing to do."

They kissed.

"Uh y-yeah. That'd be great."

#pokemon shield #pokemon reader #pokemon piers x reader #pokemon piers #Pokemon reader x piers #Piers #piers x reader #reader x piers #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield

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