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Hello can i request Yandere ex crush x oblivious reader? :D
So the reader is hv ex crush which is the yandere back in middle school, back then reader was confessed to yandere but getting rejected harshly, the reader silently like him so the yandere not expect reader to like him because even thought theyre a classmate they're not very close and reader is kind of ignorant and oblivious person, finally when theyre in highschool they're met again but this time they're getting more closer than in middle school because reader approach first as a friend, but the yandere accidentally catch a feelings and it turn into obssesion, he start to stalk, taking photo of reader silently, and finally reader felt something wrong with him and decided to make a bound betweem reader and him, finally i let you to continue with your own imagination dear author ^_^ thankyou i h ope you understand T_T
Okay, I hope you like it :D By the way, I apologize for not having published, I was busy with projects and exams, I have a declaration contest coming up soon, wish me luck please 😭
YANDERE EX CRUSH X OBLIVIOUS READER
You and him had met in high school, you were classmates, of course you didn't get along much, but secretly. You liked him a lot.
Back then, you were more innocent and naive than now, so it was easy to fall in love with your serious and quiet classmate, who didn't even notice you.
You sent him anonymous letters, sweets, small gifts, anything tender that could make his heart melt <3
But he coldly just kept them or threw them away.
He didn't imagine that you were in love with him, I mean, if we're not friends, why are you attracted to him?
You didn't even know, it was like that
So one day you took courage and you cited it in a park near the school.
Mistake
You were excited to see him arrive, there was hope in you that your love would be reciprocated.
But it was the opposite...
"So... I mean... I like you, you seem interesting and cute and..."
"I see where you're going, sorry, I'm not interested."
He said without even looking you in the eyes and leaving.
Needless to say, you felt bad and cried, your first confession and your first rejection.
Normal, they were practically two children, so you got over it and forgot.
But now...
The two had met again at school :D
Needless to say, it was difficult for you to recognize him, you were not good at remembering, and you were no longer classmates, you were in different classes, but you were happy to see him again, it made you nostalgic to remember him.
But...
He didn't feel anything when he saw you again, he believed, he just smiled when he remembered what you were like when you were in high school and you liked him.
The days passed and they accidentally found themselves on the way home.
You smiled when you saw him and decided to talk to him again.
"Mmmm, hey, do you remember me? :)"
He simply turned around saying "Of course, how could I not remember the girl who harassed me?"
"Hey, that's not true, I just liked you," you said, laughing.
"That's why," he smiled and squeezed your cheek.
¿To like is to harass?
From there they became friends, in fact, it was nice that they began to be more together, as friends.
But he started to get confused, he doesn't know why when he sees you he feels so happy, so strange and he feels butterflies.
"It's just honey, he thought naively.
But suddenly he remembered how much he missed a girl being as sweet to him as you had been a long time ago and did not know how to take advantage
Your tender details, in his mind, maybe you still had feelings for him, that is, you've known him longer than anyone else, if you met again, it's for a reason!
Unknowingly, he started laying you down.
He didn't let you go home alone any day.
"Hey, you don't need to come with me every day, I'm fine."
"I do it because you are a very stupid girl, something could happen to you"
HE ONLY WANTS TO SEE YOU WALK IN THE PRETTY WAY YOU DO
He started taking photos of you, consensual and distracted.
"Hey, smile more, please, you don't see such a strange girl every day" he said in a mocking tone while he took a photo of you.
"Shut up, or I'll hit you," you said with a frown.
A blow from you would be like an angel's kiss.
Maybe your things started to get lost, photographs with friends, drawings, your strawberry lipstick.
"Mmm, I'm sure I forgot them somewhere, no way," you thought in disbelief.
"Is that what your lips taste like?" He said in his room while smelling the lipstick and looking at your photo.
"I love her too much " He said sighing with love for you.
At one point, I already had his room upholstered with your cute image, careless, smiling, in pajamas, with your pets, with him <3
One day you were closer to a friend of yours, more than usual.
So he decided to hit him in an abandoned lot, to make it clear that he will stay away from you:>
You were surprised when all your friends walked away from you, except for him.
Then you began to doubt, he had so much preference for you and he was so affectionate and teasing with you, that he was not normal, practically his days were based on you.
“Hey, we need to talk,” you said seriously.
"What's going on?" “He said distressedly.
"Uh, I just need to know, do you love me, I mean, as a friend, as something more?"
"¿What are you saying? Silly girl, of course I love you, like a friend, like the naive girl that you are, don't worry, I only care about you, others just don't care about you like I do." , just
You simply sighed and smiled giving him a hug.
He pulled you closer to his body and squeezed you.
"Someday, you will be only mine, I will make you forget everyone, in your mind it will be only me :3
Don't worry, he will make you love him as much as when you were younger, he loves you so strongly and devotedly that he would do anything for you, even things that are not good...
"Hey, I've been thinking about that... And I think the best thing would be for you and me to be more than friends, I mean, you're so pretty, I love you" he told you affectionately...
Regardless of your answer, he is prepared for anything, even if you reject him, he will make you be with him at all costs, you better accept or prepare for the sun of your days to be only him, because you are already the moon that illuminates their dark nights.
#yande.re#yandere#yandere boy#yan boy#yandere fic#yandere imagines#love obsession#yandere x oc#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere male
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Okay I'm finally sitting down to properly watch the PJO series so here's an episode-by-episode live blog I guess. (Fair warning, I haven't read the books since I was a teenager, I am a smidge of an apologist for the films, and my favorite adaptation so far has been the musical.)
Episode One:
All of the actors are doing a really good job, I especially like Sally.
The costume design for both the monsters and the humans is pretty killer. I want Percy's sweater.
I also love the little seaside cabin and want to live there!!!
This is such a mild gripe BUT as someone with dyslexia I wish there was a better way to visually depict it without like, doing the swapping letters thing cuz that's just not what it's actually like at all.
Gabe maybe feels a little too funny. Like I'm supposed to hate him and think it's justified that he deserves to be turned into stone at the end, this version of him is really.....toned down, and his banter with Percy and Sally was fun to watch. I should hate him, but really he just came across as unpleasant. Less abusive asshole and more "old married couple who share interests but can't communicate without shouting" you know?
Loved Grover's little "I'm 24 actually" lmao that was great.
Not a fan of Percy immediately recognizing the Minotaur within a millisecond of it appearing before the audience even got a good look at it. Like, I just sat there thinking "how can he even see it?" rather than feeling scared of a big monster barreling at them.
The action is uh....fine? Feels a little lackluster. Or kinda....divorced from the rest of the show weirdly?? Idk it makes me feel like I'm watching a movie of a movie if that makes sense?? But we'll see where they go with it. (I know banter during a fight isn't realistic and people make fun of Marvel for it, but like...it helps to have at least a little talking. We don't wanna be Man of Steel.)
I feel like there's been a few "slightly out of sync ADR" moments but they weren't too distracting.
Pacing into Sally saying goodbye felt a little long, kinda took the shock of her dying out of the scene, but the actress REALLY sold all the emotional beats so I'll forgive it.
I LOVE the credits sequence!!! Reminds me of the designs on that one box set of the books in a really cool way.
Episode Two:
Oh yes the ugly ass neon orange shirts are here bless!
FUCK YES THAT'S DIONYSUS BAYBEEE!! My ONLY note is that he def could have turned up the energy a little, but that's probably just bcs I love how loud and unpleasant he is in the musical and I also know how unhinged this actor can be.
Chiron is such a delight <3
I like the cabins too, way better than how I imagined them as a kid reading the books lol
Oh, I can see why the new fans fell for Luke so hard.
Grover assuming a human being squished would be like an old banana is very funny. Felt very book-humor in a good way.
Clarisse!!
Oh damn actual disabled half-bloods, very cool!
Minor but I can't actually tell what Percy did wrong with the bow? Weird editing I guess.
Aside from that I actually love a good "fuck up" montage, I honestly wish it were a little longer.
Probably doesn't matter but I don't get having them burn the food after they've started eating? I thought that was a before you sit down type thing.
Percy burning the blue candy to try to talk to his mom was sweet tho T_T
"real friends" hahahaha.....yeah.......about Luke.......
yay! hazing!
Oh I love Annabeth already >:D
Thalia.....is pronounced differently than I thought....?
(I'm sorry I'm too much of a fan of 'Tree on the Hill' for this exposition dump. That shit hits harder when coming from Grover.)
Percy giving Annabeth the "actually I suck and my self esteem is riding on this so like pls don't ask me to do anything hard T_T" talk is just, so good lmao
ofc he doesn't know what's going on Annabeth you didn't tell him anything
Okay the action is a lot better when it's between the actual characters and doesn't involve a 3D monster, though I still had trouble following all the hits Percy was taking.
Oooh I can see why people did so much art of Percy being claimed that was a good shot.
FUCK YEAH TELL HIM YOU'RE SALLY JACKSON'S SON
(I hope they kept the Oracle in the attic...)
Okay I have to go do some things and then I'll be back for more!
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AND AND AND a vampire letting himself get bitten is I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you oughhh AND THE MUZZLE???! Who is it protecting, really? Tim from getting ravaged or Jason’s conscience? Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim? Getting to the point where Jason is so deep he can’t pretend he doesn’t want to. That’s when the muzzle can come off -🐺🦇
"I know you do not feed like me, but I would be that for you if you needed it. I know how it feels to be on the other side and I’m giving it to you" - *softly sobbing into my pillow over this T_T OTL
"Is it ensuring that he doesn’t hurt anyone or that he doesn’t touch anyone but Tim?" - AND I'M UTTERLY RABID ABOUT *THIS* to the point that uh. I put off responding to you because I had to write this:
“I still don’t think we need it,” Tim complains, turning the key in the lock. It clicks shut with a small snik.
Jason doesn’t budge an inch.
“Sorry, princess,” he says, his breath puffing warm past the cool metal bars against Tim’s neck. “Them’s the breaks. We agreed: if you don't bite, then neither do I.”
Tim feels his face heat. He huffs, settling back on Jason’s thighs and leaning back into the arm Jason has around his waist. He presses the key into Jason’s chest for him to take.
The muzzle is big on him, a loose cage of steel and leather; reinforced in certain places with silver. When the transformation takes him, he’ll grow to fit it— which, by the way, was not an easy measurement to get.
“That’s not strictly true,” he says, thinking about how he’d been forced to wrestle Jason down to the ground to wrap the measuring tape around his big furry head. He’d needed to use teeth to do it.
They’d both been bloody and sweaty by the end of it, and Tim was finding fur in places he didn’t want to dwell on for the next month. But at least it meant the wolf was in a playful mood for the rest of the night, and not a murderous one. Some nights it took longer than others to make that transition.
Jason raises an eyebrow. He puts a heavy palm over the key, trapping Tim’s hand against his heart.
“Oh? Please, enlighten me.”
Tim scowls, and he knows he must be practically scarlet from the lazy smirk sharpening Jason’s mouth, the smug glint in his eye. He loves to see Tim turn red.
“Quit it,” Tim scolds. “You know what always ends up happening. We go out, and then you get fussy, and what else am I supposed to do? You always goad me into biting you.”
It’s true, too. Tim thought Jason was bad enough outside the full moon, but that’s nothing compared to the unleashed desires of the wolf. Jason continues to look smug, and Tim narrows his eyes.
“Every. Single. Time,” Tim can’t help but tease, sinking the fingers of his other hand into the scruff at Jason’s nape and watching his eyelids flutter. “You can’t help yourself. You need it.”
Jason growls low in his throat, hand flexing over Tim’s. The moon hasn’t risen yet, but Tim swears his teeth have gone sharp.
“Shall we reevaluate, then?” Jason asks, voice low. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “How about this. The muzzle stays on—”
Jason pushes Tim’s hand to his own chest, then slides his hand with slow intent to flutter at Tim’s hips, digging into the meat of his thigh and pulling him flush to Jason’s core. Tim watches his lips move, hypnotized, “—until you take it off.”
Tim wraps his fist around the metal, feeling the weight of it in his palm and all it implies— and meets Jason’s dark gaze with his own.
#OwO#woof woof bark bark awooga#SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU HANGING ANON BUT I HAD TO DO IT TO EM#🐺🦇anon#my writing#jaytim#i'm NOT WELL ABOUT THIS VERSE#this is going to lead into Actual nasty monsterfucking werewolf sex but not until I'm done with my other fics OTL#i CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS#the wip mountain is fucking insurmountable#🐺🦇#asked and answered
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Hey, how are you doing?
Can you write a fic for Taehoon and SeongJun, if you want to, how they behave when they want your affection.
🙃🙃
Thank you
never enough (seongjun and taehun)
details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, reader has been dating character for a while
summary: your boyfriend totally subtly asks for your affection.
a/n: im alright, hope it's the same for u T_T thank u for requesting!!
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TAEHUN
Your text reply to your friend was cut off short when your phone was snatched out of your hand. "Hey!" you exclaimed, as Taehun turned it off and tucked it into his pocket before sitting next to you on the couch, but turned so he could stretch his legs out over your lap.
He ignored your exasperation and went on to casually grab the TV remote and turn the TV on. Even as you started asking what his problem was, his only response was munching on the bowl of popcorn he brought along with him.
"Did I piss you off or something?" You frowned when he finally turned to look at you.
"Yes," he deadpanned, making you cross your arms.
"What'd I do?"
Taehun took a deep, annoyed breath. There was a pause, and then, "You come to MY house... to hang out with me... and then you're on your phone for fifteen minutes straight."
Your jaw dropped momentarily, but you picked it up quickly when you remembered who your boyfriend was. A small smile crept onto your lips as you scooted closer to Taehun. "Ugh, you big baby. After we play video games for two hours, me being on my phone for fiffeen minutes is just too much, huh?"
He didn't reply again, but you swore there was the slightest pout on his face. Well, it was more likely a scowl, but it was a pout to you.
"Alright, you'll get what you want." You moved the popcorn bowl out of his lap, setting it to a table on the side to then move to sit between his legs and cup his cheeks, peppering his face with kisses. "Is this enough affection for you?"
Taehun clicked his tongue and sat up properly. "As if." He pulled you in for a kiss lasting longer than it probably should have, and you end up having to back off first.
You're grinning anyway as you run a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna tell my friend you're the reason I stopped responding, and they're gonna be mad."
He smirked, arms wrapping around your waist. "Yeah? Tell them your boyfriend's a professional taekwondo fighter."
You give him a pinch on the cheek, still grinning. "This is why my friends don't like you."
"Like I care." He shuts you up with a kiss before you can reply.
SEONGJUN
As soon as you came home, you sighed heavily and went straight for the couch after taking off your coat and shoes. When you laid down, you stretched out your legs, just about ready to nap until you heard a voice call your name.
"Yeah, I'm home," you replied with a yawn.
Footsteps echoed throughout the house until they approached you and stopped. You glanced upwards and smiled when you saw your boyfriend, looking comfortably dressed. He must've finished his streaming work a while ago.
Seongjun reflected the smile and patted the empty space of the couch arm next to where you were resting your head on. "Make some room for me?"
You made a small sound of confirmation as you slowly got up with a grunt.
He chuckled and asked, "Long day, huh?" while sitting next to you.
"You bet." You rubbed at an eye as you leaned on him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"It's been a long day for me, too," he sighed. He softly added, "I missed you a lot in particular today for some reason."
It took a moment for your tired mind to recognize his words, but once you did, a smile made its way back onto your face. "I know what that's code for." You lifted your head off Seongjun's shoulder to lean over and kiss him, using a hand to caress his cheek.
He made an initial sound of surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, even smiling into it. When you pulled away, he questioned, "What code?"
"'I missed you a lot' means 'I want your affection,' doesn't it?" you teased, laughing when he rolled his eyes.
"Believe what you will." Seongjun leaned in for another kiss, only to pause to say, "But I suppose your words holds some truth," before pressing his lips against yours.
You could tell he was smiling again and you hummed knowing you were completely right. After a moment, you pulled away. "At least let me get comfortable, it's awkward kissing you from the side like this."
He scoffed lightheartedly. "Then by all means, darling, do your thing."
"Will do." You smirked as you both turned to face each other, movements natural as you straddled his legs to sit, hands cupping cheeks; his arms wrapped around your waist. Shortly after, you both went back to soft kisses.
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how to live a happy life
Pairing: Nanami x f!reader
Content: angsty at the start, but fluffy at the end, just me rewriting nanamis storyline tbh
Warnings: jjk manga spoilers!!, one suggestive line
Notes: i just think he deserves his holiday and sorry this took so long T_T
Just thinking about how beautiful nanami would still be had he came home after shibuya.
His right side suffered major burns, lots of scars were left. His eyesight on the right is also no longer. But you still thought that he was as handsome as you first saw him.
You realised that when he came home he was different. He doesn't move much, he doesn't sleep much, he smiles less and he's even more quieter.
But you were patient. You promised that you'll be there in sickness and in health and even if you wanted to leave, you still loved this man too much that you'd end up going insane yourself.
Helping him put on his burn cream became a daily routine. Most of the time he just silently agrees to it. Some days, he'll feel a bit insecure and refuses your service and opts to do it himself behind the closed bathroom door. Sometimes you let him, because you're worried that he might feel restless not being able to do anything himself. But other times, you refuse and spend the time rubbing the cream on while saying sweet words, reminding him that you love him and no matter what the two you face or will face in the future, you'll always be there next to him.
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A few years later, Nanami was finally enjoying Malaysia. Its a short one week holiday that had him brimming with excitement.
The weather was hot and humid, but the sea breeze helps. He was glad you insisted on splurging on a good resort location rather than getting a hotel near sightseeing locations.
Now he's sitting on the hotel room patio that was looking out to the private beach. There were a few people, from the neighbouring rooms, on the beach but it was still quiet nevertheless.
"How's the avocado juice?" you asked him as you stepped outside from the hotel room.
"It's interesting? It's not bitter, like i thought it would be, they must've used a lot of sugar," he frowned.
You laughed at his response, "you barely eat any sugar, Kento. A bit of sugar here and there won't hurt," you said as you slid next to him on the single - but large enough to squeeze two in - beach chair.
"what do you mean I barely eat sugar? Didn't i just do you two days ago before we left?" He asked, sliding an arm around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.
Your cheeks flushed, "Kento!" you smacked his chest and buried your face on it, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.
Nanami laughed. It was a full laugh. Something that you would never get tired of and something that you always yearned to hear.
"she could've heard that," you said. He wrapped his both his arms around you and left a peck on the crown of your head. "Sorry, love, couldn't help it. But, where is she? I thought you were helping her with her floaties?"
And as if he was summoning the devil, a barrage of loud footsteps made its way outside the room.
"MOMMY I CAN'T MAKE IT GO PUFFY" the toddler handed you her half blown arm floaties with apparent distraught etched on her face.
Behind you, Nanami chuckled. "Go on mommy, make it go puffy," he imitated his daughter. You rolled your eyes at him, but scooted off the bench to squat down in front of your little girl.
"But baby, I thought you said that you could blow it yourself?" you said as you took the floaties from her.
Her shoulders slumped slightly and she started to rock her foot backwards and forwards, "I thought I could do it, but I couldn't blow it hard enough," she pouted.
Instantly, you melted because of her cuteness. "Alright, alright. I'll do it for ya," you said as you proceeded to blow the floaties.
"Yay!" She squealed. "Daddy! Daddy! I can't wait to get in the water! Kobayashi Sensei said that they're really salty!" Your daughter excitedly rambles as she climbs up to sit on your husband's lap.
Nanami pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head to get a better view of the little girl in front of him. "Well, do you know why its salty, bunny?" He asked as he pushed her stray bangs away from her face. The little girl shook her head.
"That's because when the fishermen try to catch fishes, the fishes run away, so they sweat and that's why its salty."
You could only roll your eyes at your husband, but even then you couldn't stop the smile creeping in. What a dork.
"So sea water is fish sweat?" She asked. Nanami nodded while biting his lips, trying to stop his laugh.
"EW!! NO! I DON'T WANT TO SWIM IN FISH SWEAT!" She shrieked and threw herself on Nanami, burying her tiny face on her dad's chest.
The laughter that Nanami tried to hold came spluttering out. Music to your ears, really. But soon after, you couldn't hold yours either.
"Your dad is just joking, sweetie," you said, wiping away the tears that formed.
You placed the blown floaties on the floor and approached the girl. "Huh?" She lifted her head up, her chubby cheeks red from rubbing against Nanami's shirt.
You rubbed her back and propped up your chin with your other hand. "Daddy is just joking, honey. Sea water is sea water," you said.
Nanami huffed. "Aww.. where's the fun in that, mommy," Nanami said as he slid his arms around your shoulders.
"The fun will be playing in the water because we spent a lot of money for the resort, daddy," you shot a pointed look at him, which he replied with a snort.
"So its not fish sweat?" She turned to her dad, trying to get a confirmation. Nanami sighed and nodded, "yes, bunny. It's not fish sweat."
You turned to your daughter, "do you still want to swim then, bunny?" You asked. And it didn't take her long to answer, "Yeah! Yeah, I want to swim!".
"Let's go! Let's go!" She bounced on her seat, which was Nanami's stomach, making the man grunt.
"Okay, okay, we're going," you scooped her up on your arms and took her floaties on the other. "Okay, here we go!" You stood up and started to make your way to the waters.
"COME ON DADDY!"
"I'm coming, bunny."
But, Nanami took his time. He stayed seated, watching the two of you now playing some sort of tag on the beach.
A few years ago, this - having a family - would be the last thing he had on his mind. He was too busy and it was too risky. Then Shibuya happened and he thought he wasn't going to go home to you. But he did. After Shibuya, he thought that you'd leave because he was different and he could do less than what he normally would, but you didn't.
You were patient with him and was there for him when he was at his lowest. And honestly, he felt so lucky that he had you by his side.
You convinced him that he was worth it. That it was worth giving life another chance. Thats it was worth giving himself a chance to live the life he didn't think was possible.
Now he looks at the two people who are the center of his world. The ones that taught him that it was possible to love someone that much. And the ones who showed him how to live a happy life. And every second he thanks you for believing in him that he can pull through.
#jazzy{writes}#jazzy×jjk#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami x y/n#nanami#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk scenarios#nanami kento fluff#nanami imagines#nanami scenarios
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Heyyy I have so many thoughts and feelings about Steven and his shows/content right now and I would love to hear alllllll your Steven thoughts! (if you want to share obvs)
I hope you are doing okay and I am sending you so many virtual hugs right now! <333
oh my beloved Noa *hugs back* 💜 I appreciate this question and I also look forward to hearing all of your thoughts too. I just got done drying all my tears from the final Worth It trailer and I have a jumbled stream of consciousness to share - and it got a bit longer than I anticipated so settle in.
First, the ending of Worth It is a bit of a surprise, but I also understand and accept it. They really do know how to dig the emotional knife in by ending the trailer like this though T_T
Same, Steven. Same.
Interesting to note (as I write this) Steven hasn't shared the final trailer on his socials. The last that he said about WI was his comment about feeling overwhelmed on March 2nd. Makes me want to send him a virtual hug.
It was so weird how the timing of this announcement came at the same time as the Mystery Files news on Watcher - so I've felt like I've been sad while most of the fandom is celebrating. I hoped after announcing Survival Mode that the next show might include Steven, and that's not the case (and the Worth It news felt like an extra gut punch on top of this).
I know we had both talked about trying to focus more on Steven in 2023 (to try to get him on the trending celebs by the end of the year) and now it's looking like that might be a bigger challenge. I jokingly said in one of my discords that Watcher is becoming the Ryan and Shane network, but it's sort of true? And as someone who is a huge fan of Ryan and Shane, and their dynamic, I am happy. But I can also be sad about the lack of Steven content. I contain multitudes.
I wish that Watcher would focus on a show that really highlights and includes all three of them (not just WW+ on patreon). Maybe that's too difficult to coordinate with all of their schedules? But it would be nice. I have seen some great ideas floating around the internet, like a travel style show where all three of them explore a city. Steven could show the boys local food, Ryan could be entertainment or local history, and Shane could find an off-beat tourist spot for them to explore. I don't know - just a thought. They all seem competitive in different ways, so maybe a game show style would be fun too.
I would also love to see a Steven and Ryan show, or a Steven and Shane show. I think there is some untapped chaotic energy in either of those pairings.
Okay, this might sound bad at first - but let me finish before you yell at me: It kinda seems like Steven is the third wheel of Watcher - BECAUSE - Ryan and Shane were making their content together and came over as a package deal, and Steven didn't have that built-in report with either of them from the 'feed. This isn't really Steven's fault. However, Watcher continuing to lean into the Ghoul Boys pairing so hard isn't helping to bridge that gap. I feel like they could do more to mix it up (also, like only Ryan and Shane going on the GMM and Smosh collabs was a little sad to me. I'm always gonna be "but what about Steven Lim" basically as often as I can).
NOTE: I do not think this makes Steven less important than either Ryan or Shane. Watcher would not be here without Steven and his business sense behind the camera, and I love all of the shows he has put on Watcher! Steven is an integral part of this channel and it would not be the same without him.
That's why his last season of Dish Granted worries me a little bit. That has always been one of my top three shows on Watcher, and I'm glad Steven has a solo show like that. But in the latest season he took such a big step back from cooking for a lot of the episodes, it felt like he's trying to phase himself out. Maybe I'm misinterpreting it, when really they're just trying to get the audience used to other faces before they premiere their own shows -- but when you pair this with the lack of new Steven shows, and him being so quiet about Worth It ending, it makes me a little anxious.
Side note: I woke up with the intense desire to make a playlist of all the Watcher One-Offs and collabs they've done, and found a Steven Lim collab I hadn't seen before. I don't even think Steven ever promo'd it on his insta? He is sort of a private guy, when compared to the other Watcher founders -- remember how this fandom wasn't exactly sure when Steven's bday was? lol -- so maybe he's just a quiet little guy, and doesn't mind taking a backseat for a while.
All that to say, I know Steven is a grown man and he doesn't need me to worry about him. I get it, but I'm just an anxious person by default. Steven's content is always so relaxing and wholesome and a good time, that it's a bit scary to think of not having it as much anymore. Plus, I think that he's such a creative, thoughtful, and funny person who deserves to be seen by lots of people and feel appreciated for what he contributes to the channel (I was so excited when his Steven Eats Through Korea for 24 Hours Straight video jumped to one million views faster than most new Watcher shows do, and is still sitting at more views than the last season of PH). I hope that he sees that, and I'm sure he does because he strikes me as the founder who looks at their numbers more than the others.
I will always be here, yelling about Steven Lim's achievements, and hyping him up as much as I can. And I hope that we'll see more of him on Watcher soon!
#noa-nightingale#asks#vi rants#I was gonna tag Steven and watcher but decided not to#I have both of those accts blocked on tumblr lol don't perceive me#let me say all these things on my little blog in the corner of the internet#but I don't mind if people rb or comment or want to send me more asks like this#tell me I'm wrong#tell me you agree with me#I love talking to people about watcher content so bring it on!#Steven Thirst#so I can find this again
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tagged by @zurdoabsurdo ages ago to do this - thank you!!!
What book are you currently reading? the fry chronicles (stephen fry's autobiography)
What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? the only things i saw in theaters this year were two marvel movies because my brother and my friends insisted T_T neither are favorites but spiderman: no way home was much, much better than thor love and thunder.
What do you usually wear? t-shirts and gym shorts, but i switch to pants that are full-length (usually cotton salwar pants) the last 4 months of the year because mosquitoes
How tall are you? 153 cm / 5'0
What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? taurus, and i have the same birthday as dwayne the rock johnson
Do you go by your name or a nick-name? 'vi' is a nickname i only use online
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? sort of! not in the way i expected it to come about but It Definitely Happened. i wonder what 10 y/o me would think if she knew.
Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? i am not! no crush either but i recently got back in touch with this guy i used to like when i was in school, and i guess i still sort of like him - or at least the memory of him. i wouldn't know what he's like now because i forgot to reply to him and now it's been months since we last spoke LOL
What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? good at editing prose; bad at math (but determined to get better)
Dogs or cats? cats, but probably only because i'm afraid of dogs and i've somehow gone 23 years without spending more than 2 collective hours with any of them. meanwhile i've raised 7 cats in the last 10 years
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? i wrote a really moody minute-long arpeggiated fingerpicking thing for guitar earlier this year :) i won't post the recording because i suck at fingerpicking lmao but i'm very proud of it
What’s something you would like to create content for? i've been meaning to write fic/make gifs for house md - hoping to do either one for the gift exchange!
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? i've watched the video of hugh laurie saying corky at least 5 times a day the last week
What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? i took 2 vacations with my extended family this year, the second of which was supposed to be exciting but turned out awful because my mental health was in the toilet
What’s a hidden talent of yours? like an unexpected skill? hmmm i don't know but people are always surprised i can french braid and do winged eyeliner and things like that (i'm butch)
Are you religious? i used to be but not any longer
What’s something you wish to have at this moment? i'm helping my brother write an SOP and if somehow all the points we came up with could magically structure themselves and fall into my lap that would be swell 😭
this was tons of fun! i tag @radioactive-worm-on-string @theropoda @howiehamlin @professionalpenthief @baconpncakes @secret-strawberry @seegoat if you all want to do it :)
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for the writer ask game:
✨️💘🌈🍭💥🎉💎🤲
Hello cris xD This was an accidental post, but I'm glad anyway xD
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
Just Time Falls like Moonlight xD I literally got this idea before my very important life changing exams (lol) and had to torture myself by not writing it until they were done xD It took a lot of effort and time and remains my most fav AruAni fic so far.
💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
Yeah, my old Touken fic A Dance for the Future. I have to re-write that better T_T It was written in 2020, and I'm legit cringing at the bad dialogue
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
Both these I answered here :3
🍭why did you start writing?
Ahhhh, it all started with my first shoujo series - Special A. What a way to fall in love lmao, your dense-af innocent girl (who's also crazy strong) and your intelligent, quiet guy who's been pining after said girl for longer than he's been alive and tries to win her heart, but she absolutely does. not. get it. Anyway I started writing fics for Kei x Hikari from S.A, and tha'ts how it all began.
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
Hmm. ._. I don't actually do anything very celebratory. I just... make myself an extra bowl of 10x spicy ramen and set my gut on fire... if that counts?
💎why is writing important to you?
Writing... gives me an outlet to bring to life my imaginary worlds. Something that I enjoy doing a lot is world-building and it gives me great joy to put my characters in that setting and see how it goes. Letting my imagination run loose also makes me relive my childhood all over again and I think that's important because we forget very quickly the magic of wonder as we grow up.
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
Satisfaction xD In getting to put the characters in exactly the situations I've longed to see for a long time, getting to give unaddressed timeskips and plotlines more flesh and blood etc.
Thank you for the ask T^T
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💫🕯️
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
First off, I love each and every type of comment, and I keep them in a special folder in my email! (Though I'm really bad at responding to them. T_T) I think my favorite kinds of comments are ones where folks bring up specific quotes or scenes that they particularly love, especially when you can tell that they've been building their comment as they read. It is so fun to watch the roller coaster of emotions from folks who comment as they go. But again, all comments are appreciated!!
As for feedback, my favorite feedback tells me ways I can improve in the future. Feedback which helps me grow as a writer rather than leaving me stressed about the fic I just posted. "I don't like the pacing of this fic" is not good feedback, but changing it to "(Compliment)! If you write something like this again, I would love to see more content in (parts that are lacking) so that (reason)!" gives me something to improve on in the future. Heck even an "I would love to know more about what happened during (lacking section) if you ever feel like writing more!" is great feedback to me!
(Obligatory note that not all writers appreciate or want feedback. I don't mind it, though I may not engage with it.)
🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
I'm going to give two since one references sexual assault (that one's at the bottom) and you or others might not want to read that.
First up: To Build a Home
This fic is one of my favorites, and I'm always bummed I can't just make everyone read it. It is based on a beautiful, tragic song called "To Build a Home" by The Cinematic Orchestra. I've always loved this song, and watching this particular video made me think the melancholy thought of Spock outliving McCoy. While McCoy may be tough to kill, and he will undoubtedly have lived many years longer than expected, he will likely die before Spock. How does McCoy reconcile that fact? How does Spock? How do they live knowing how different their life spans are? How does McCoy leave his mark in Spock's world? And how to Spock go on living after McCoy is gone? It was difficult to write but extremely meaningful for me, and I added a happy ending to make everyone feel better after the sob fest.
Next: Bully
CW/TW for Sexual assault and discussions around it, including personal anecdotes.
This fic was supposed to be a fun little, slightly angsty oneshot where Spock finds out that McCoy's friend with benefits is Spock's childhood bully. McCoy was supposed to get caught, find out his FWB's past, yell at him, defend Spock, and then Spones were supposed to run off into the sunset and be happy. Then my brain was like, "MAKE IT SAD!"
Now I don't take this topic lightly, and I have my own experiences I'm working out while I'm working through this fic. But I wanted to explore this topic and how different the ideal Trek future I have in my head deals with sexual assault. I also wanted to explore the complicated feelings of McCoy being abused in ways he'd previously consented to in wildly different circumstances.
This is a conversation that I haven't seen discussed openly in many kink circles (I've actually only ever seen it in my ace kink circles) and since I work out my thoughts through my fics, well. Sorry, McCoy.
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What are your top five poets?
ahhhhh friend, hi. great, GREAT question.
louise gluck. there's a part of me of which this woman is a keeper. and she doesn't even know me. but when she said "you will not be spared, nor will what you loved be spared," i need you to believe that she was talking about my family, specifically, and when she said "it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me", i understand this with my blood and bones and all the viscera inside me. i feel like if you read all of her poems you'll know me better than half of my friends.
mary oliver. and it's pathetic but i feel like crying now because i didn't have the best of the weekends, and i was thinking earlier about dogfish, that line about hurrying into the work of your life and then, like a fracture right in the middle of the poem, "you don’t want to hear the story of my life. And anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun." i feel like she translates hope into a language that i can understand.
carlos drummond de andrade. brazilian, and, i think, the best we've got. funny fact: he wrote a poem called "the flower and the nausea" that was recited at the opening ceremony of Rio's olympic games in 2016. unfortunately, they took some verses out of context and made it sound like it was about global warming. and well, nothing against education about global warming, really. but the poem is not really about that? it happens to be one of my favorite poems ever and i was really mad at the time because it sounded lame and drummond is anything but. i think a part of the force of him is lost in the translation, at least the translation i found available online, but i know these lines by heart: "A flower bloomed from the street! Far away they pass by, trams, buses, rivers of steel traffic. A flower, though faded, evades the police, breaks the asphalt. Be completely silent, stop your business: I assure you that a flower bloomed. Its color is unnoticed. Its petals don’t open. Its name is not in the books. It is ugly. But it is truly a flower. [I sit on the ground in the country’s capital at five in the afternoon and lightly pass my hand over this frail thing.] Beside the mountains, dense clouds swell, little white points dance on the surface of the sea, startled chickens. [It is ugly. But it is a flower. It pierced through the asphalt, the boredom, the disgust and the hate.] "it is ugly. but it is truly a flower" every time i get that lump in my throat i'm telling you T_T this man was a genius, absolute favorite. (and i think it should be obvious, even without the whole poem, that this is not a literal flower and this is not an environmental crisis poem. this man was a COMMUNIST the name of the book is THE PEOPLE’S ROSE what do people think the flower stands forrrr aaaa i’ll be bitter about this forever)
adélia prado, also brazilian. and she reminds me (and everyone, lol) of drummond a little, but adelia translates a particular kind of religious sentiment that i just adore. it's so kind. she reads like prayer to me; i was raised evangelical and conservative, so when adelia wrote "God is no longer severe; His wrinkles, His creased mouth are expression lines from smiling too much at me", she instantly healed like, years of religious trauma. also love the way she writers about writing, makes poems about poetry. she reminds me of mary oliver, too, because she uses a lot of nature references?
katie ford, because while i love that adélia taught me a god who is soft, i still need someone to express all the religious angst. and she does that. my god she does that. the first time i read the line “I want a god who stands mute with me / a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching” i stared into nothing for a very, very long time. i had a revelation, i think? i don’t know. to this day, that line remains one of my favorites to express my feelings about the divine. a god who stands mute with me...! katie ford knows what is going on.
the summary is that while i love poetry overall, my heart lies with the modern and contemporary ones. xD
now tell me your top five poets!!
(everyone come here and ask me my top five of anything <3)
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MR. VICE PRESIDENT, ahem
You could’ve been a high school power couple had it not been for one thing: you hated each other’s guts.
ummm... we can still be a power couple dhjaskhdjaskhjksa
“What is your job, then? You seem pretty free to me,” he said.
this boy!!! you know what? he can come here. lol let me kick him quick ahha
You, however, didn’t really care about your position on your team as long as you got to play. You did, though, care about beating Choi Yeonjun.
pwuahahahahha YEAH CHOI YEONJUN so sit your booty down!
Whenever Yeonjun winked or smirked or rolled his eyes at you, you were reminded of the infuriating fact that he was, undoubtedly, extremely good-looking.
stop it. because even HE KNOWS THIS HIMSELF hjskahdjask
You cracked one eye open to see Yeonjun standing in front of you, hands on his hips, peering down at you curiously. You immediately sat up straight, blinking a couple of times as if that would erase your tiredness. “Why are you here?” you asked.
“It’s a public bus stop, and I’m a free man,” he said, pushing you aside so he could sit down next to you.
i am so close to running to him and giving him a DROP KICK lolol so annoying!!!!
He had Google Maps and thumbs, after all.
MINA HDJASKDHSAHAHAHAHA THE WAY I WHEEZED ON THIS SCENE OMG
“What’s the matter with you today? Why were you falling asleep in class?” he asked, holding your headphones high above his head, out of your reach.
this lil shit!!!! lolol
Annoyingly, he didn’t move, forcing you to climb over him to get out and off the bus. He flipped you off as the bus drove away, and you flipped him off right back.
LOLOL the way he wouldnt move omg what a butthead!!!! time to really punch him!
When he was done writing, he looked up at you in satisfaction and smirked, arrogant. “Or am I distracting you?”
THE SCREAM I LET OUT, MINA OMG IM LEAVING
You glanced up at him, which was a mistake. The moment you saw concern (of all emotions) on his face, you cracked.
mina T_T this is making me emo now
“Comforting you, dumbass.”
CHOI YEONJUN HDJKAHJDSAK GO AWAY
“You’re not a fraud,” he said under his breath, his eyes staring straight into yours and his hand warm against your cheek.
HELP! ALEXA, PLAY LOSER LOVER RN BECAUSE THATS ME
“Don’t let this go to your head, Pres,” he began, “but I really want to kiss you.”
I JUST LET OUT THE LOUDEST SHRIEK! MINA, I AM SUING
His lips were on yours without your brain having even had the time to process what he’d said. One of his hands shifted down to your waist while the other moved to your jaw, tilting your chin up slightly. Your own hands instinctively came to rest on his chest, and you found yourself kissing him back without thinking. You could feel his heart hammering through his shirt. He was the first to pull away.
BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MINA I AM DEACTIVATING AND NEVER COMING BACK
“Haven’t you ever heard of saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?”
You didn’t even bother to look up. “Haven’t you ever heard of doing your fucking job?”
PARENTS, PLS STOP FIGHTING T-T
He ignored your glaring at him, your eyes telling him to stop, continuing, “Despite all appearances, they’re not as golden as they so desperately want everyone to think. They even had a little breakdown before their competition.”
YEONJUN, WHY -_- imma fight this dude rq brb
“Because I thought you would understand.”
HELP. THIS AINT HELPING WITH ME LISTENING TO EMO SONGS IN THE BACKGROUND.
“I will be civil to you for the next week so we can see this event through, but I’m done with-” you gestured vaguely between the both of you. “I’m done with whatever this is. Bye, Yeonjun.”
This time, he didn’t chase after you.
WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME? TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE BYE
So it took him far longer than it should have to figure out how else to get to your house (he stood there staring at the bus chart for long enough that three different people offered to help him).
STUPID YEONJUN why would you do this ughhhh my heart hurts ENOUGH DHJASKDHSJAK
He took the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table without using the coaster you’d so nicely placed right in front of him, making you see red. “Four ice cubes? Are you telling me to die?”
MAYBE IF U USED THE COASTER, BUTTHEAD!!!!!
Yeonjun didn’t even look at it, despite being the one who’d asked in the first place. “I like you,” he declared.
WELL... UM... ok...
“Look, you don’t have to say anything. I just needed to tell you because it was driving me crazy. You drive me crazy, actually-”
You grabbed his tie, pulled him towards you, and kissed him. If he was surprised by your boldness he didn’t show it, his hands easily finding their way to your waist as he kissed you back. His lips were cold from the ice water.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMING OMG WHAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED OMG I THINK FAINTED
“The golden boy of the school just confessed to me a few hours ago. How could I not be full of myself?” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “I like you,” you mocked, an over-dramatic caricature of his voice.
GSHJDKASDJKASDSAKL THE WAY I AM GUSHING RN BYEEEE
“I want to do this.”
ME PUNCHING A WALL A THOUSAND TIMES BECAUSE OH MY MINA. THIS WAS SO FREAKEN GOOD. The way you were able to write the e2l T_T IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN. me screaming and crying at yeonjun for being an ass! ahahahah OKAY THE GROUP CHATS THOUGH LOLOLOL SO FUNNY HDASHDJKASHJDKA i am beomgyu tbh lmao
GENIE i could write fics just running on the validation from your feedback tysm!!!
yj is so irritating ADKJALFSHK when he tells the kids about y/n's breakdown istg JAIL
in my head y/n didn't know why they opened up to him until they have that fight too!! they're the kind of person to write off their breakdown as them being 'weak' and not realise they've acc been craving reassurance/empathy from the only other person who will understand them ;-;
AND they don't even notice how much yj cares about them?? yeah he's a petty bitch but he's concerned about them taking the bus alone at night and falling asleep in class. he tries to disguise his worry but he's a shit liar lol
y/n can hide their struggles in front of jimin/minjeong but he sees through it all BC THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER. they're both so prideful w y/n denying they're having a hard time and yj refusing to properly apologise at first!! they really are mirrors of each other
i also think they're both are under sm pressure and their stupid fighting is literally the only fun thing they get to do, so they subconsciously see each other as respite from their stresses. that's why they instantly become so immature when they're tgt LMAO
the coaster thing adlfhaglfhad yj think of the water damage!!!!
i love love love ur reactions ty for reading and telling me ur thoughts <33
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[Zen x MC]
“There’s my stunning wife,” Zen said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand resting on your stomach. You were in the kitchen cooking when Zen appeared behind you coming home from his jog.
“Mmm, smells good,” he said as he gave your cheek a quick peck, his hand now rubbing your stomach. You couldn’t help but sigh in content and giggle a little with his hand on your stomach.
“We can know the baby’s gender today,” you said as one of your hands topped his.
“Really?” he looked at you with curious eyes, “Then how about we grab some baby clothes on the way home,” Zen said, excitement evident in his voice as his embrace tightened.
When you told him you were pregnant, he couldn’t believe it, marrying you was a dream come true, and now making a family, he must’ve done something right in his past life that the gods are blessing him this much, he thought.
Now at the doctor’s office as you lay down, stomach exposed as gel was being applied, Zen held your hand, hoping that everything was alright.
As the doctor started the ultrasound, you could hear the noise from the machine, “Well everything seems fine –oh,” the doctor suddenly stopped, looking at the monitor as she moved the probe around your stomach.
The oh sound made Zen’s heart drop, his grip tightening on your hand.
“What’s the matter?” Zen asked, a swallow followed as he started to get anxious.
“It’s just that I didn’t notice this during the first check-up but..” the doctor carefully angled the monitor in front of you, “there’s two heartbeats,” pointing at a blob in the monitor.
Two heartbeats?
“You’re having twins,” Zen was found dumbfounded, jaws dropped as he heard the news and blinking several times.
Twins!!
“I’ll give you two some room and get the gender,” the doctor said and left the room.
Zen’s lips were pressed against your hand as you both looked at each other intently. Zen was happy, really he was, but deep down he was worried, scared even. Raising one kid seemed easy, there were two of you guys, but two kids at the same time? Was he ready for two?
You could sense Zen’s worry as he looked at you, with a weak smile you held his cheek with your other hand.
“We got this,” you said in a soft voice. And just with that, with those simple words, Zen could feel like a weight was lifted from his chest. Closing his eyes he kissed your hand that he was holding. Of course you got this, he thought, you guys were together.
He stood up and leaned in, pressing a kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you jagi,” he whispered to you, looking at you lovingly as his heart feels so full with your love. It was always your words that comforted him, no matter how simple, how short, it always conveyed warmth and love that it fills him, sending all his anxieties away.
The doctor came in with a folder on hand, giving it to you and leaving once again to give you space.
Opening the folder and seeing the gender, a surge of being overprotectiveness came into him, that feeling that he wants to protect them for as long as he lives. He gave a deep chuckle and gave your head another kiss.
“I’m having two princesses,” he said in a goofy smile as he rubbed his nose against your cheek holding your hand.
--
Washing the dishes you felt an embrace, “There’s my beautiful wife,” Zen said as he pecked your cheek.
You smiled and turn your head to face him, “You already ate?” you asked.
“Yeah, the producer treated us because the shoot took way longer than expected,” he said as removed his embrace and stood beside you.
“Daddy daddy daddy,” suddenly a little girl came in running to Zen, embracing his leg she looked up, “I’m your princess right?” she asked with her eyes staring at Zen with a pout.
“No, I’M daddy’s princess!” another little girl came in, her brows furrowed as she ran to Zen and folding her arms before him, “Right daddy?” she asked.
Zen chuckled as he removed the girl’s embrace on his leg, bending down to their level.
“You’re both my princess,” the twins giggled in unison as Zen tickled their stomach.
“A-acho!” Zen’s sneeze made the twin’s eyes go wide, with the other grabbing her sister’s wrist, “Run!!” she said as they both jolted out.
“I told them to change first before running to you,” you said in a sorry smile as you handed Zen some tissues.
“Gah, I just hope they grow out of liking that furball,” Zen said as he wiped his nose.
The twins loves Elizabeth, they love how her fur matches their and their father’s hair. They always ask to visit, much to Zen’s nightmare.
“Can you finish this? I’ll go and help them change,” you said as you were about to remove your apron.
“I can handle it, besides when I left earlier they were still sleeping,” he said, a missing feeling even though he spends time with them every day. There was not a day Zen didn’t spend at least a moment with his daughters. For him, it was the best part of his day, hearing them laugh and giggle. Feeling all of his stress go away and feel his hard work were worth it for them.
And, of course, you.
As soon as Zen entered the room, you could already hear the twins giggle and even gets bits of what they were saying as they tell Zen of their adventure today at Jumin’s place. Zen amusingly listened, finding them endearingly adorable with some of their letters still slurred.
The noise died down as you finished cleaning up the kitchen, entering the bedroom you couldn’t help but smile, a warm and joyous feeling fill your heart at the scene before you.
In the bed, the twins were at each Zen’s side, their little arms wrapped around Zen’s neck as Zen’s arms embraced them both, sleeping peacefully.
#this took me way longer than i wanted T_T#still gonna do yoosungs too bc i love my baby boi#mystic messenger#mysticmessenger#mysme#mysme zen#mystic messenger fluff#mysme imagines#mystic messenger zen#mystic messenger imagines#zen x mc#zenxmc#hyun ryu#ryu yun
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↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?
↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader
↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut
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Note: bye this took me way longer then needed to write but its finally here and lemme tell yall, they might as well already kiss T_T
“I can’t apologize to you enough Wheein.”
Your morning had been horrid, your head pounded and you had vomited whatever you had eaten the day before right up. The tight dress you wore, the sun shining on your face, everything made you feel sick.
“M’lady,” Wheein frowned gently, “It’s not a big deal…”
“No it is!” You insistent as you walked side by side with her to the arena, you had slept in later than usual, perhaps Wheein had known you wouldn’t be able to wake up as early and you had no intentions of eating breakfast at this rate.
“I was utterly irresponsible last night, I shouldn’t have let those men persuade me to drink and above all else I shouldn’t of made you drink with me!” You stopped as you faced her, your expression firm before it softened a little as you mumbled, “Please forgive me. I’m sure it was an unpleasant night having to get me up all those stairs and somehow into bed.”
“M’lady,” Wheein offered a weak smile as she nodded her head, “Of course I forgive you. I only wanted to make sure you were safe last night, and you are! No feelings harm.”
She tenderly hooked her arm around yours as she began to walk once more as she spoke, “And don’t give me so much credit m’lady. His Highness helped you to bed after all. There was no way we were making it up the stairs last night.”
Wheein laughed tenderly but your body had stiffened at her words as you did a double take. His Highness…?
Wheein paused herself as she frowned, “Oh my...you do remember that, yes?” She looked a little worried as you swallowed thickly, your lips immediately trembling. His highness!? As in the Prince- Your husband!?
You were mortified!
“The Prince was very kind in helping out! I assume you must have made it to bed as that's where you were when I woke you up this morning!” Wheein immediately stammered out, “I would’ve helped but he dismissed me to my quarters! I...I know you wouldn’t like the idea but, you should thank him after the tournament is over today!”
Just the idea made you want to shrivel up into yourself and never return to the world. Thank him…!? It wasn’t that, the idea revolted you but...Jungkook had saw you last night, blacked out drunk and god only knew what you said to him! It was humiliating just to think about…!
You only shook your head, your expression distraught as you spoke, “I must have made a complete ass of myself…”
“Don’t say that Princess…” Wheein frowned as she guided you both to your seats, “You weren’t in your right mind last night and I’m sure the Prince would be understanding of that. And…” Wheein paused as you both sat down as she offered a small smile, “I think giving him thanks is a start to being on cordial terms. That’s what you had wanted, is it not?”
You opened your hand fan, trying to ignore the boiling sun that was slowly rising into the sky and soon shade would be in place. But it was so hot and your stomach felt so gross....You could hardly focus on her words as you sighed weakly, “Well yes but…I don’t know if he’d even want my thanks.”
Wheein giggled at this, “True he might not, but the Prince always takes longer to process his emotions. Give it a day and he’ll appreciate it later.”
You both watched as they put up the board of names and announced this days match as you began to think before asking, “...Wheein...what…” You sighed as Wheein peered at you curiously, “I don’t understand how the Prince works...It seems...no matter what I do, he’ll find something to hate.”
Wheein offered a smile of sympathy, “...Well...he’s a complicated one...and he may very well find a way to criticize you at first, however...more than anything, the Prince values effort above all else. Believe me when I say it m’lady, if you continue to try and be cordial and integrate into Penumbra, he will eventually recognize your efforts. Just give it time.”
You could only hope she was true.
Today's tournament was just as anxious as the last for you, only this time the smaller man from the first round appeared more aggressive, he was lashing out on the offensive and consistently dodging potential death blows as you felt yourself leer in your seat as he didn’t hesitate in taking off the arm of his opponent.
As if your hangover wasn’t enough, watching blood spill and curdling screams ring out was not a good way to start your morning. Your stomach was feeling gross again despite knowing you had nothing left to throw up and not only that but you would keep to yourself for the next month if Penumbra’s Crowned Princess was seen by nearly two hundred people throwing up behind the stands.
“Oh this makes me sick.” Wheein admitted as she looked away, rubbing her head, obviously not feeling her best either as she winced a little.
Men hurriedly came and picked him up before carrying him away as his screams still agonizingly echoed. You had been expecting the same as what had happened yesterday except only today had been much more violent and Wheein had no explanations other than some years it just turned out like this.
Men were either losing limbs or their lives today and the Ring’s ground was painted a deep maroon as metal clashed and men battled to their wits end, you had ended up looking away most of the time for the sake of your stomach though you desperately tried to engage as much as your body would let you.
If there was one thing you noticed however it was that this day was going by much quicker than the last, matches were shorter and bloodier but by mid day the finals were ahead. And of course they saved the best for last.
By the time your husband had come to the Ring the crowd was roaring and ready for his return to end the day and honestly, for the first time, you were also relieved to see your husband, you weren’t sure how much more you could bear the heat and the blood.
Despite blood coating the ground he didn’t seem unsettled by it and maybe that’s why the crowd loved their wicked prince so much as he grinned, waving towards them with that charisma you never saw inside the castle walls, his opponent...You shivered at the sight of the viscous man. He was familiar in the sickening way that he was the knight from Rosewood, the same one who had very inappropriately tried to bed you last night. Just the sight of him made you stir a little uncomfortably, his smile cocky and confident and you knew he meant blood.
They bowed to one another before their fight began, Jungkook was just as graceful as he was yesterday, sharp yet poised as he dodged the man’s blows who seemed to be becoming frustrated at his lack of progress.
Finding an opening the man kicked the inner part of Jungkook’s knee causing him to wince, falling down, the crowd gasped just as you did, leering forward in your seat as a lump in your throat formed.
And that’s when it happened, the man turned to look at you before sending a wink your way as you immediately leaned back, trying to process what you had just witnessed. He lifted his sword up intending to plunge it only for Jungkook to roll over, narrowly missing the blow as he quickly pulled himself up, helmet fallen off showing the sweat on his brow and hair pressed against his forehead.
What you didn’t expect was his hardened gaze move from his opponent to you, lips parting for a moment before he stumbled to defend from the aggressive blow of the man. You never thought you’d find yourself rooting for Jungkook, but you didn’t want to see him die.
You had expected Jungkook’s stamina to begin to run low as he continuously was put on the defense but oddly enough Jungkook only seemed to improve as the fight went on, his attacks becoming more powerful and well placed before eventually his opponent made a mistake leaving him open as Jungkook knocked the sword from his hand, pressing the blade to his throat as he stared at him coldly.
The crowd was going wild and you breathed in relief as your shoulders relaxed. You hadn’t even realized how tense you were until the match had been called and they announced Jungkook as the winner, the crowd roared and cheered at their Prince winning yet another year.
Jungkook didn’t lower his sword immediately as the crowd roared their cry of love for him, his gaze only grew colder and for a moment you wondered if he was going to kill the man who only lifted his chin in sneer of him.
Jungkook reluctantly lowered his sword however, choosing to spare the man before turning to face the audience with a bright smile, bowing his head before walking past the man who roughly hit his shoulder with his.
“...What was all of that about?” You leaned over to Wheein as you asked, watching the man stock away with a brooding energy.
“The Knight? Well…” Wheein looked away from you briefly before she relented, “He’s from the Rosewood clan, they have their own personal knighthood that are sworn to protect the Queen’s bloodline. But ever since her death they were cut off from the court. There’s rumors of them wanting to take over the throne. They’re very big rivals of the Jeon’s.”
You could certainly tell, you only nodded briefly before looking out over to where Jungkook continued to wave and smile before he had departed to his tent. Standing up with Wheein you sighed in relief that this day was officially over, your only regret being you wished you would've enjoyed it more had you not drank so much yesterday.
You weren’t even sure what possessed you to do it in the first place, you would have never been caught dead in a tavern in Eunoia, let alone as drunk as a sailor. What you had noticed though, was how quiet things seemed. Nobody was whispering behind your back or looking at you as if you were a harlot.
Things seemed...a little relaxed in Penumbra when it came to proprietary and...though it had been jarring at first, you were beginning to admittedly appreciate it.
“Well m’lady….” Wheein peered at you somewhat mischievous as she smiled, “You’re going to give a good word to the Prince, right?”
You had to give Wheein a double take as your lips parted and then closed a few times, your mouth becoming try as you sighed...A part of you wishing to just be taken back to the castle to rest but...you had this waning sense of duty in your veins that you absolutely did not like having plague you.
Yet you only found yourself nodding as you felt nervousness spike inside you. Wheein gave a bright smile as she clapped her hands together, “Very well! I’ll go get us some drinks then meanwhile. And remember Princess! You don’t have to stay for very long, just thank him and be on your way, you can do this!”
You nodded a little, giving a weak smile to Wheein as she encouraged you on with another giddy grin as she slipped into the crowd. Wringing your hands you began to weave through all the tents that had been pitched before you stopped at a familiar one. Taking a moment to breathe deep. You could hear laughter coming from the tent but you tried to not let it deter you.
Dammit! You had insulted this man more times then you could count but going in just to be kind was where your mind wanted to draw the line? You hung your head in shame as you sighed, pressing your hands against your face.
Your mother would be so ashamed of you right now…
Just the idea of her figure crossing her arms and curving a brow had you immediately straightening your posture. Fixing your dress a little as you held your head high. You couldn’t disappoint her. Anyone but her, your mother was the leading figure of your life, you had always aspired to be as patient yet wise as she was. And not only was your mother gentle and kind, but she could also be firm and stern when she needed to, she never held back discipline from you when you were younger.
And perhaps that was why you were as headstrong as you were today, regardless, you could do this. If for anybody, for her. You could just imagine that proud look on her face.
You pushed the flap of the tent open but what laid inside had you immediately flustered. Your husband shirtless as he handed his chain mail over to his servant Taehyun, it wasn’t him that had you flustered though.
His uncle Jeong Dae was with him sharing a laugh together and not only him but....Her. SeoHyun, if you were correct. The woman who glared fire at you anytime your gaze met hers. She was way too close to him for it to just be a friendly gesture and you knew this because her hands were all over his bicep.
Yet that wasn’t what you were focused on, the gaze of both Jeon men had made you freeze, whatever dignity you had gathered outside the tent immediately melting away as you coughed, “Um…! I-I’m sorry you look busy...I-...I can leave.”
Coward! You were a total coward!
Your mind wouldn’t stop screaming at you but having four people stare at you really made you feel self conscious, Jeong Dae only sneered out a laugh, his smile anything but friendly as he spoke, “That would be for the best.”
“Leave us.”
Everyone paused at Jungkook’s words, though quiet they cut through the air as silence ensued for a brief moment, a white shirt in hand as he looked between the three.
SeoHyun’s lips parted briefly and they cut between him and you before she laughed a little, “You can’t be serious...Jungkook!”
His eyes snapped to hers as he spoke, his expression the same yet his voice dropped a note, “Need I repeat myself?” It was silent once more and you could easily spot the ruffled expressions Jeong Dae and SeoHyun exchanged but nonetheless he bowed and she gave a small curtsey before exiting along with Taehyun his servant.
It was now just you and him and you felt like cotton was in your throat at how dry it was and your eyes refused to meet his, looking at everything except his face as he pulled the shirt over his head, “Well?” He spoke, “Did you make me dismiss everyone to stand and gawk?”
Irritating as ever. Your lips twitched a little and you for a brief moment wanted to look at him and stubbornly say yes. However grace must have been with you that day as you calmed your thoughts, finally breathing out as you tugged on the sleeve of your dress.
“No I…” Your eyes finally drew to look at him, he stood before you with a semi bored expression on his face, “I...wanted to thank you for last night, I know...I must have said embarrassingly foolish things to you...I had an idea of how you viewed me for a long while but...I can’t imagine how you view me now. It was not only inappropriate but irresponsible of me to drink outside the castle, let alone with my maid. But...still, you didn’t have to do what you did last night and…”
You tucked your tongue into your cheek as you laughed somewhat mirthlessly, “I know I must come across arrogant and uptight and all those other words you use to describe me but I am trying.” You looked at him earnestly, “What I said when we first got married was hurtful and ignorant, and I can’t take back those words. But nonetheless I am trying to understand your nation, your culture…”
Your nose wrinkled a little as your eyes squinted, “And I guess that means I’m trying to understand you as well. Don’t mistake my words,” You nodded once more as you looked up at him, “I don’t expect us to be friends, and I certainly don’t expect anything from you. But...I suppose, we got off on the wrong foot, and...I just wanted to apologize for that. I’ll... leave you to finish cleaning up.” You nodded.
Truthfully, you were too big of a coward to hear any of Jungkook’s responses to your words, but funny enough Jungkook only nodded once before turning away, his expression looked no different but it was the way he moved.
As if, he was in deep thought as you exited the tent.
You weren’t sure where this would take your relationship with the man but you spoke from the heart about how you felt and it was true, you had no expectations from him, but if anything, you wanted him to know that you were trying your best, and that you were no longer going to say anything hurtful to his way of life.
You spotted Wheein in the distance as she waved a hand to you, two drinks in her hand as you offered a weak smile, walking towards her. You were honestly happy with the result, you’d rather he stayed quiet than tell you how he felt, truthfully because you weren’t ready to know his thoughts.
But maybe in due time.
You had thought you were out of the water when it came to socialization today however when you made it back to the castle you had been sorely mistaken. A servant had notified you that a banquet was being thrown tonight in honor of Jungkook winning the tournament and you were expected to attend.
And so here you were, the deep emerald dress clung to your body a bit tighter than you felt necessary and you briefly wondered who was in charge of your wardrobe. Your shoulders exposed in the cut out half sleeves that drape to your elbows and your hair done to match.
Everyone was making merry and having a good time, and it wasn’t that you weren’t, but you had been reserved at best. Your wine having not been touched the whole night as anytime you even tried to take a sip it only reminded you of yesterday evening.
You tried your best to not stare at the center of the banquet which was of course your husband. He had offered a few smiles and laughs to his friends but he himself had also been reserved that night, not offering too much energy to anyone. It wasn’t as if he had been looking at you, he hadn’t.
But you couldn’t help but feel like maybe he was, when you weren’t looking. Or maybe you were going insane and just needed a good rest. You eventually got out of your seat, Wheein in the distance with the other servants looking at you in concern briefly but you only silently shook your head before you walked out onto the balcony.
The stars heavily filtered the sky and you could even see bits of the Milky Way scattered across the sky, it still amazed you to look up at each time, and even for a few seconds it made all of your problems disappear.
“Why are you out here Princess?” It was the familiar dulcet voice of Taehyung, the silver cloak covering his body but his hood had been taken down as he tilted his head a little, “The party is inside.” he nodded his head towards the wide open doors.
You offered a weak smile as you shrugged, “I’m just feeling a little tired today, that’s all…I didn’t realize the Seers were invited to banquets as such.”
“We are,” Taehyung smiled a little, “But we aren’t supposed to attend them.”
You tilted your head in curiosity, “Oh? Then may I ask why you’re here?”
Taehyung’s eyes flickered away from you back into the dining room where everyone resides, “...I wanted to see someone tonight…”
His gaze setting on Wheein didn’t surpass as your lips slowly curled into a smile as you spoke, “Oh?”
“But Master Sejin is with the king at the moment.” Taehyung spoke plainly as he looked back towards you with a sigh, and with that you nodded solemnly, no words needed to be spoken in that moment for you to understand what he meant.
Forbidden love was always painful.
“Taehyung…” You spoke softly, gaining his attention once more, “...Is romantic love not allowed with the Seers?”
You wanted to know more about the Seers and how they had found their home in the court of Penumbra, for such a peaceful kind, you felt it odd that they chose Penumbra of all kingdoms to stay.
Taehyung’s lips quirked a little as he breathed a small laugh, “...I suppose it is,” He spoke in a mild tone, “It’s said the more earthly attachments one has, the less grounded they are to planes of the astral field where we are given foresight. The head Seer won’t stop any romances from forming but the said Seer won’t be allowed on the council of foresight.”
You titled your head a little as you listened intently before you spoke, “And...are you on the council of foresight?”
Taehyung’s smile turned a little wry, “Yes...I’m still considered an underling but I hope to one day become an upper guide.”
You offered him a tender smile in return, “Well, have faith. Things can always change.” You turned back out to the night sky, pausing a little at the butterfly that had perched on the stone railing. It’s wings stretched delicately as it showed off it’s beautiful deep tones of blue that painted its wings.
And for a brief moment, you felt envious of such a tiny creature.
Pointing your finger out, you extended your reach in offer of better height and the butterfly had immediately accepted, flitting to your finger as you held it closer to the light. Though small, it had wings that could take it wherever it wanted to go. Over the hills and the gates of the city, past the Northern mountains. Far, far away.
You wished you could do the same. Taehyung must have departed, either because he sensed the conversation was over, or perhaps because his Headmaster had left the room. Regardless you would keep him in your thoughts as you stared down at the little butterfly that kept you company.
The party raged on and on in the dining room even well after your husband retired and you had chosen to gaze out over the night sky as the stars may have looked the same as the ones in Eunoia, but you had never seen such clear constellations before and the stardust that spiraled and melted so beautifully into the inky black sky.
Your little friend had eventually departed from you as well, perhaps also seeking to retire for the night. Wheein had come by awhile ago to check on you but you had only smiled and dismissed her for the night, not wanting her to wait up for you as your servant was probably tired and wanted to go to bed.
It left you alone for a few hours which you found yourself enjoying thoroughly. Away from the royals and away from all the prying eyes, you enjoyed it. It was probably closer to midnight that you finally chose to retire. Keeping close to the wall as you avoided all of the drunk thrashing and hollering from the leftover court that still kept the banquet alive.
Climbing up the many steps up the squared staircase before you paused outside the large window, looking out over the city. Perhaps, you would eventually find your way in this new land.
You could only hope as such.
The hallways and corridors were silent and for the first time you had felt at peace walking through quietly as you made your way to your bedroom. What you had not expected was the man leaned up against your doorway. You would have been, maybe a little more curious if it was your husband.
It was not.
You frowned as you stopped, the knight of Rosewood only hummed out, his eyes had been closed up until now as if he had waited a long time, “Ah there you are Princess. I was worried you had ended up drinking again.”
“...Rest assured I wasn’t.” You spoke quietly, a frown forming on your face as fuzzy memories of the previous day played through your mind, “...Is there something I can help you with…?”
He smiled a little to wide as he pressed himself off your doorway, stepping closer to you as you glanced away to the empty corridor, “It’s more what I can do to help you,” he extended a friendly hand, “I can’t help but notice, you just seem so lonely Princess.”
You stared down at his hand for a long moment before you let out a breathy laugh, “Sire...I’m unsure of what you’re suggesting, but I’m just fine on my own.” You weren’t about to extend a hand to uncertainty and though you may have come from a much softer nation, you were by no means a fool.
The knight however wasn’t taking no for an answer, even though he was all smiles and soft words, he snatched your hand from your side, giving it a small tug as you gasped out, stumbling much closer to him then you were comfortable with.
“What a little minx,” He chuckled lowly, “You know exactly what I’m insinuating. And it isn’t as if your husband would care, we can all see it in his eyes. How he wishes for your death day by day.”
You were jostled to the wall, your back planted against it firm as your body tensed at his hot breath against your face, “But if you were to side with us Rosewoods...well we’d guarantee your safety, after all you will be the next crowned Queen.”
Your words were caught in your throat and your body was twitching with his hand that had pressed against the side of your waist, how dare he…!
“What is this about my wife?”
A hand had separated you both before the knight was practically shoved away from you. When had...Your brain was scrambled and confused at the sight of Jungkook, when had he even…?
But here he was, Jungkook had stood in front of you as if a wall and though you couldn’t see his eyes you could just imagine the frosty gaze he held at the moment.
“Your Highness…” There was a sneer in the knight’s tone.
“Well?” Jungkook jabbed once more, his posture not changing as he glared down at the knight, “I’m waiting for a reason.”
The knight shifted he let out a small, strained laugh, “There seems to be a misunderstanding here Your Highness-”
“No there isn’t,” Jungkook said in a gritted tone, “It’s all too clear you were trying to feel up my wife, so let me only say this once.” Jungkook stepped closer to the knight as he backed up a little but it was too late, Jungkook’s hand was wrapped around his throat as he shoved him against the wall of the narrow hallway.
You were in too much shock other than to stare at the horrifying scene as Jungkook’s grip tightened and his voice deathly quiet, “Stay away from her.” Jungkook’s eyes were ice cold and his lips twitched a little, “I won’t hesitate to banish you from this castle Claudin. And if I catch you near my wife again, I'll slit your throat in your sleep.” Jungkook’s lips curled a little, a menacing look on his face as if he found joy in the idea.
With that he let go of the man as he straightened out, his regular cold expression melting back onto his face as he turned around to face you, your body was stiff and trying to make yourself small as possible and you hadn’t even realized you were trembling.
Jungkook sighed a little, looking away as his expression faltered a little, “Come.” It was spoken rather soft but it still held a commanding presence that immediately made your feet obey.
Jungkook placed a delicate hand on your waist as he guided you away from the hallway where the knight- Claudin was left alone and perhaps glaring daggers into the Prince’s back.
The walk back to wherever he was taking you was silent and eventually you landed in front of a solid wooden door at the end of the seventh floor’s corridor and you realized, this must have been Jungkook’s room.
He opened the door as he pushed you inside a little, your feet fumbling a little as you paused just inside stiffly. Without even realizing it tears were welling into your eyes as the door shut before your throat constricted itself.
Jungkook had walked forward, turning around as he had intended on talking to you but he paused as you harshly inhaled, a sobbing tumbling from your mouth as you covered your face. Your head spiraling between what the knight had attempted and what he had said, was it really true?
Your chest felt tight as you tried to calm yourself down but the tears kept flowing. Had you paid attention you would’ve watched the way Jungkook looked everywhere but at you, his posture awkward and he looked unsure of what to even do in the moment.
Jungkook had sat the whole day on your words and truthfully he had be going back to his own room when he had heard the hushed whispers and out of his own curiosity peaked on his way passing to the next set of stairs.
What he had saw though stopped him right in his tracks and before he could even think his anger was already seething as he went to intervene. Jungkook however wasn’t just going to leave you on your own after the interaction as he knew Claudin was determined more than anything else. Especially if he watched with his own two eyes the prince leave you alone in your bedroom.
And somehow Jungkook just decided in his head you’d stay with him for the night, but he hadn’t…he didn’t think you were that upset.
“Well don't just stand there crying…” Jungkook grumbled despite the awkward expression he sported, rubbing his neck while feeling like an elementary boy once again. He trudged to the bed as he sat down, his eyes following you as you sniffled, your feet padding against the floor softly as you walked around the bed. Pulling the soft covers over your body as sunk into the soft surface of the bed.
Laying on your back an awkward distance away from Jungkook who had also laid down you sniffled once more, “I’m sorry…”
“…why are you apologizing?”
“…I don’t know. You look uncomfortable.”
“I am. But that’s not because of you.”
It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, “Well technically I suppose it is-“
“Shut up please.” You wept softly. How were you even in this man's bed right now?
“Fair, but stop sniffling, and stay on your side on the bed...Never speak of this again.” Jungkook rolled over, his back facing you as your lips pushed into a pout.
Sniffling one last time you rubbed your eyes as you rolled over to let your back face as as you pulled your covers up as you mumbled a soft, “Thank you.”
Sleep did not come easy, but you were relieved when it finally did.
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2 dorks (jace park x reader)
details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader, general canon au, you and jace are classmates secretly pining for each other
summary: you and jace have a painfully awkward 3 am talk over the phone.
a/n: this is basically for anon that was curious about if i had written jace before ! here's my first attempt ^_^
also shoutout to this song for giving me the inspiration and strength to finish this T_T
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There were a lot of times Jace wished Burn Knuckles was... a little smarter, to say the least. Like, a lot. But other times he was glad they were oblivious and dense. This was definitely one of those times. Unfortunately other people around still noticed, but Jace was only teased from time to time so he didn't mind too much.
What did they notice? Well, his crush, of course. It's not like he made it obvious or anything, he--yeah, no, it was pretty obvious. The longer he was crushing on you and the stronger his feelings grew, it was getting harder for him to act as if he didn't harbor romantic feelings for you. The worst part was he was beginning to think you were noticing, too. And he wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual.
He didn't really know what to do with himself after realizing that. Logically, he could just waltz up to you and ask you out, but that's easier said than done. Not to mention, he didn't want to ruin anything between you two. Being your friend was the only way he could see your charming smile up close and have fun, casual conversations with you. How could he possibly risk losing that?
And so he thought about what to do for a solid month, before ultimately deciding he'd be fine as staying your friend. Plus, if he had to be honest, he didn't even think he'd fall in love with you so this would probably be fine. After all, you two were just classmates and he didn't think by continuing to interact with you and then befriending you would land him in a friends-to-lovers story.
Ahem, that is if you say yes to when he asks you out. Which he won't.
Probably.
"Argh, no, I said I wouldn't!"
"Jace?"
"Huh?" Jace blinked himself back awake. He had fallen asleep?
"Were you... sleep talking...?"
"Uhhh... maybe?" What the hell did he just experience? Some dream retelling of his current situation? Whatever it was, he shook his head as if trying to shake away the sleepiness in him and readjusted himself in bed. "Sorry for the noise," he murmured, picking his phone up and laying it by his head instead of by his torso where it had slipped. "And sorry if I did sleep talk." A second passed before he worriedly asked, "I--I didn't say anything weird, did I?"
"Nah," your voice replied, soft laughter following afterwards. "You know, if you're tired, you can go to sleep."
"But I like hearing you talk." Jace cringed a little with how quickly he responded.
"Then why'd you fall asleep~?"
He groaned hearing the teasing tone of your voice as his cheeks colored in a little red. He could just imagine the cute grin on your face. "I guess I'm tired. Not of you, though."
"What am I saying?!" Cue the internal screaming. "Maybe I should head to sleep... I might say something I'll regret in this state."
His heart pounded in anticipation at the sudden silence at the other end of the line.
Pro of voice calls: you couldn't see him blushing.
Con of voice calls: he couldn't see your expressions and guess what you were thinking or planning to say.
"Well... good to know you're not tired of me." A pause. "Um... you think you'll ever get tired of me?"
"No...?" You laughed after his response, and Jace could actually tell it was nervous laughter. It took him a while to register it though because he wasn't sure what you were nervous about. "If you're worried about that, you don't have to. Like I said, I like listening to you talk. About anything, really."
"Huh." At least you sounded a little more content now. "Is that why you've been having these late night talks with me?"
"Mhm. Well, we've been having them for a while though, haven't we?"
"A few months maybe? I don't know, I just started talking longer than usual one night and it became a pattern I guess."
Jace hummed. "I talk, too, y'know."
"Right, right, late night conversations, not late night speeches from me. I did say talks."
After a playful eyeroll, Jace turned to lay on his side, facing his phone. "Yeah, and you also just said, 'I just started talking longer than usual one night.'"
"Don't get smart with me," you playfully snapped, before the two of you shared a laugh. There was a peaceful moment of silence that followed. Jace nearly fell asleep again until your voice called his name.
"Hm?" He was shaking his head like before as if that would help wake him up.
"I, uh. Need to ask you one last question. And then we can both sleep afterwards. I don't know if now's the right time but I don't think I'll get the nerves to ask any other time."
"Um... ask away." Nervousness creeped its way into Jace as possibilities ran through his mind. If only he could feel more prepared for whatever was coming his way.
"We're just friends... right?"
Oh dear. Now that was a possibility Jace thought of, but also one of the many he didn't mentally prepare himself for. He ended up just keeping quiet, unsure of what to reply with. There were lots of ways things could go wrong. Or... right.
"Jace?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you hear my question?"
"Yes."
"...And your response is?"
While the emotional side of Jace was panicking, his logical side took over to say, "Yeah. I mean, that's our current status," which only made his emotional side even more panicked.
"Right." You quietly cleared your throat. "Thanks, I just wanted to make sure. About. That."
"Oh... yeah? Cool."
"Uh-huh."
"God, I wish Vasco was here to break the tension or something."
Jace gulped as he shuffled in his bed again, turning to lay on his back now. "So... that's all?"
"Yup. Uh, good night."
"Yeah, you, too. Good night. And sweet dr--" His phone made a small beeping sound before he finished which mildly surprised him. He laughed a little when his phone buzzed next and he didn't have to check to know it was an apology text from you. Still, he went to pick his phone up, holding it above his face.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off! I thought you were done after 'good night!'"
"Don't worry about it. Sweet dreams! That's all I wanted to say."
"Oh, okay. Back at you, then!"
A soft smile was on Jace's face as he went to give your text a thumbs up. He ended up misclicking though, and unintentionally hearted your text instead. In another state of panic, he dropped his phone on his face.
"Ow!"
He rushed to sit up and give your text the right reaction. Then, immediately flopped back down, sighing heavily. "Why am I like this," he muttered, cheeks feeling warm. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before letting out another sigh and slowly forcing himself to get out of bed to charge his phone. After that, he headed straight back to bed and pulled his blanket over his head.
He had no idea if this conversation would be brought up the next time you two talk, but he hoped it wouldn't. Just to save himself and you the embarrassnent. But maybe that awkward talk was what both of you needed to set things straight.
Nah. It was definitely what you two dorks needed.
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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—
ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3
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diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)
6.5k words • ~40 min. read
summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...
warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!! drama!!
notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T
SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.
That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.
In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.
But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”
“What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”
Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”
Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.
“You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”
“Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.
There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late. At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since. Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship. “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.
There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything. He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom. But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother. Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two? Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time? Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?
You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.
Maybe it is bad, you thought.
After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.
That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long. You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity. You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.
Maybe it is bad.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face. His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze. “Hey. Did I lose you? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features. You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too. You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table. He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.
“What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment. The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol. He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.
“I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you. There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were. “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”
With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well. Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about. You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck. He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued. “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”
You could see right through him in this moment. Or at least, you thought you could. Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.
Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was the lighting.
“We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more. “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more. Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.
Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words. With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”
“Oh? How exactly can you tell? We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process. You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.
“Oh, it’s nothing too crazy. It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling. Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter. But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.
He seemed a little jealous, you thought. But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm. He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.
“How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”
“How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended. “Put some more faith in me, brother.”
Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya. You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically. Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands. It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.
The crisp air was meditative. It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander. Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself. At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend. But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.
As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time. You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.
“Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”
You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail. “Why didn’t you come back inside? We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.
He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc. I really just needed some fresh air. I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.
You were telling half the truth.
You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time. Some things are better left unsaid.
Maybe that was bad. Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.
He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words. “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”
“I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off. He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.
“I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin. He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone. “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”
“Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern. You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately. “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.
“Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory. “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”
Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act. With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.
“So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt. “And all mine.”
You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours. “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.
He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight. All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.
“P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”
“Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”
The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot. “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”
“D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.
“Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.
“M-Master…! I’m…!”
“Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch. You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you. While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.
“Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste. You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.
Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window. It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.
Maybe it was bad.
Maybe it was Kaeya.
Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours. Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter. He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in. “Be quiet for me, okay? We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”
“I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin. It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.
Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams. Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult. Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.
Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours. It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit. You knew that. He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.
You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to. The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder. Faster. Deeper.
“You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss. “You’re–“
A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek. He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.
Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure. With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.
After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience. It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality. “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence. Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.
“It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”
Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier. His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.
“Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”
Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door. At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.
“Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.
“Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance? Oh, let me guess–“
“Get your things. Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly. You could recognize that tone from anywhere. He was furious.
“But let me guess first! Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now. And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead… Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”
You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration. And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.
“You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”
“I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response. He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.
Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door. But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet. Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.
“I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”
The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds. All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’ Maybe he already did see you through that window. Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.
“Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“
“No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead. Go get your keys.”
What?
“Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.
What are you doing, Diluc?
“Go on.”
What’s happening?
“‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“
“No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along. I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”
Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words. “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys? While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”
The room froze in time, only for a moment. Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you? Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen? After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...
While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision. “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.
“Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment. He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect. “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”
“Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further. “Please…”
“Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”
“N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”
Maybe it was bad.
Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.
You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers. Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way. In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just… fuck me…”
Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff. “Slut. I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”
You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over. “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information. He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar. “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied. I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”
With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face. Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip. The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.
“Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”
“I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”
Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again. He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.
With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure. He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have. He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb. “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day? I’m very jealous, brother.”
That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further. “Cry about it,” he mocked.
Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it. He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you. Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.
“Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”
One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless. He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet. All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.
A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face, He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command. He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely. His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.
Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears. It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants. Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.
Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling. His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent. You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace. The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.
Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high. It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances. His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat. If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.
Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously. His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you. The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.
But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed. He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air. Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.
“Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”
With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more. Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter. Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze. The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.
Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes. The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other. Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.
“Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya. The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.
“So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again? Just the three of us?”
“I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind. “Please, Master?”
He thought about it for a moment then grinned.
“I’ll think about it. As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”
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WNHA - Chapter 3c
A/U - This is a fancomic of Boku no/My Hero Academia, with Deku as a girl and some changes to original story. The previous pages are in earlier posts. Story takes place when Bakugo and Deku are kids.
Previous part: 3a 3b
Extras:
Self defense items:
Storyboard:
So the last page is actually 21, but I couldn't bring myself to break up the other pages. I actually liked how some of them turned out. Now that this story has ended, I'll need to start on a new story board for the next story. I want to do a short Hisashi one(Or maybe two) before going to the next stage where Izuku and Shoto Todoroki form an emotional bond. The story will be about why he's gone, and why there are no pictures of him.
I'm sorry everyone who got annoyed at me for posting all the pictures at once T_T If there was no picture limit I would of only showed the cover with some preview pics, then the entire comic under the keep reading part. Now that I know about that limit, I'll keep in mind on how to properly split the comic.
Artist notes:
Story: I kind of wanted to do a Home Alone kind of story, where the kids mess up the adult's plans. I dunno I think it's cute when kids beat the adults. I thought a kidnapping story would be fun, and I remember hearing about how some people lure children with candy or a small animal. Like a cat or dog. So I put it in there with the white van.
I also wanted to do a story that explains Izuku's other nick name Lois Lane. While Katsuki didn't mean it in a negative way, Izuku saw it as another way to call her useless. Katsuki on the other hand, called her that because he developed a fantasy of her being his damsel in distress. Originally I was going to give them a brother and sister kind of relationship, but then I thought this route would give them a lot of drama. I wanted Katsuki to have a developing relationship with Izuku, where the goal is for him to acknowledge and accept her as a hero. I don't know if I'll get there, but will keep going as much as I can.
Oh and Inko, I thought it would be fun to have her buff, but not like Mirko or Nana. I wanted her to be wider, like a weight lifter. So in this version, Izuku really looks up to her mom as a result. Inko realizes she can't always be there to protect Izuku, so she gave her self-defense items in case something happened.
The Ochako story I've been meaning to get around. I wanted to show more interactions with her and other girls. Because Ochako is Izuku's first female friend, Izuku is very excited. She has a tendency to over think on how to approach others, and she really wants to have a female friend.
Art: These pages took a lot longer then I would of liked. I am trying to look up ways to cut down on my workflow but it's just faster to use half-tone patterns in clip studio. Some of them turned out great, and I would like to explore quicker ways to color the pages. I am learning new techniques, and slowly getting better. I think the webtoon way is also easier to read and follow, than when I did the Manga method. So I may stick with the colored version. Just need more materials to help get the job done faster. Which ones did you guys think was easier to read?
Thank-you for reading these, and for your patience. It makes doing these worth it ^_^
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