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Hi, I apologize if this is a bit of an overshare but do you mind writing for an s/o who can’t really play sports due to them breaking out into hives from overexertion, and how the GoM+Kuroko, Kagami, Imayoshi, and Kiyoshi would comfort them or make sure that they don’t overdo it when playing with them

Also sorry for the strange mix of characters lol I’ve got brainrot for all of them 😅

Absolutely no need to apologize! For sharing and for the mix of characters (we love all our basketball baes here). Take care of yourself, anon 💚 I also break out in hives from time to time (fur allergy, all fur, can't stop me from owning furry pets) so I know they suck 😫 Admin Neon

Kuroko: He's always been the observant type, so Kuroko is quickly able to discern when you're not starting to feel well after playing with him for a while. He notices the catch in your breath and the sweat on your skin. Luckily for you, his stamina seems to be around the same range as yours, so he could use a break himself as well.

"Here, I hope this helps," he says, offering you a towel he had dowsed in water that had been cooled to a chill. It's frigid on your skin and soothes some of the itching.

Kuroko really doesn't mind sitting on the sidelines with you. Even if you're still in need of a break long after he's recovered, he stays on the bleachers with you and watches from the sidelines. When you're finally ready to play again, Kuroko is right there with you with a smile on his face. He makes sure to toss a few more damp towels into a cooler, just in case you need them for later.

Kagami: He's a little slow to catch on and, for a bit, Kagami doesn't even notice when you've left the court. He's actually running past you when he finally realizes that you're sitting on the bleachers with a towel over your head and a splotchy look to your complexion.

"Shit, shit," he cusses, both because he misses the basket entirely when he shoots and because he's worried about your wellbeing. When he jogs over to your direction, it's not long before he's kneeling in front of you. "Need me to grab anything for you? Meds? Water?"

You try to be insistent that you're fine — a little break would do you wonders — but Kagami doesn't like the way your breath seems to be coming out ragged. You definitely do see him glance toward the court a couple times as you insist he go play more, but he ends up staying by your side at least until your breathing has evened out.

Kiyoshi: It only took one time of Kiyoshi witnessing you break out in hives after a particularly taxing game for him to go a little overboard with his caring. He constantly asks if you're alright, if you feel tired, if you'd like to take a break. Part of you wonders if this is how he treats his grandparents at home as well.

"No, really, I'm fine if you want to take a breather," he tells you. When you remind him that this was the fourth time in half an hour he'd said that to you, Kiyoshi looks bashful. "Yeah, I know, but I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

Even when you are on a break, he seems to go overboard with taking care of you. He's got towel after towel after towel dowsed in cold water to cool you off to the point you're practically shivering with how damp you are from them.

Kise: You're itching and you're scratching and it's actually starting to make Kise itch a little bit from him watching you. He accompanies you to the sidelines of the court, swatting your hands away from your arms and face to keep you from scratching too much. When it comes to health related things, he's actually not knowledgeable at all, so he ends up asking his friends and teammates for advice and help.

"Senpai says a cold towel can help," he says, handing you one that's completely sopping. When you start using the terrycloth to gently scratch at your skin, he almost takes it away. "____cchi, not like that!"

He ends up digging through his duffel bag, pulling out a large jar of unscented lotion he always carried around. Being a model, he sometimes had allergic reactions to the makeup he was put in and the lotion would often help sooth his skin. He helps you apply it well.

Aomine: With how into playing he actually is, it takes Aomine a while to notice anything is wrong at first. It isn't until you've stopped on the sidelines, breath huffing and puffing and hands scratching at reddening skin that he takes note of the issue. He's at your side in a second, ball forgotten on the court.

"Hey, what's going on?" When you explain to him the problem, how easily you could overexert yourself and the consequences because of that, he's huffing in annoyance. "Shoulda told me sooner."

Despite the fact your are still fully capable of walking, Aomine insists on carrying you over to the bench. His rough exterior is just a facade for his worry over your wellbeing and, when he sits you down, you note subtle disappointment in his eyes. It's directed at himself, guilt for not realizing eating him slightly. "Just watch me play, okay? I'll show off a little for you."

Imayoshi: Always observant of his surroundings and those around him, it doesn't take Imayoshi long to notice the signs of your overexertion. Before you can get worse, before your skin tingles, he calls for a break and meets you on the sidelines of the court.

"Hey, have some water with me," he insists, cracking open a cold bottle and handing it over for you to take. You don't miss the way Imayoshi seems to track every gulp you take.

"You should probably take a break for a while," he suggests, but when he ses the disappointment in your expression — you had wanted to play more with him — he steers the conversation in a different direction. "What? You didn't want to? I was thinking I could use one as well, so I was just going to sit here for a bit." The both of you know it's a lie because he's nowhere near as tired as you are, but it makes you smile anyway.

Midorima: He doesn't even let you get to the point of exhaustion where your skin would start breaking out in hives. Midorima only had to see you go through that once before he researched everything he could about your symptoms and how to recognize them. He never wanted to see you suffer that way again.

"Come now, you should have a break," he tries to coax you off the court and toward the bleachers, long before you start to feel tired. He won't hear any complaints about it either.

He's practically got it down to a science, always knowing exactly when you should be resting to keep yourself from going to far. That doesn't mean he doesn't have backups, however; his bag is full of cooling towels, cold water, ointments and the likes. Being prepared for anything is one of the many ways he shows he cares about you so much.

Murasakibara: When you start scratching at your skin is when Murasakibara takes notice of your discomfort. Still, he doesn't exactly ask if you'd like to stop playing, though he does slow down considerably. When you eventually walk off the court yourself, he follows you, not really minding that you'd wanted to stop and not really eager to start up again.

"____-chin, are you itchy? Let me help." His hands are on your face, or anywhere you've broken out, and he's rubbing at your skin, careful not to use his nails. He doesn't actually want to scratch you, just sooth what he can.

Murasakibara doesn't actually know how to help you with your hives other than finding you some medicine to take, so he takes a lot of his initiative and guidance from you.

Akashi: It's almost as if Akashi knows your body's limitations better than you do at this point, as you seem to rarely ever break out in hives when you're playing with him. He tends to go easier on you when you're near the point of getting tired, knowing exactly how much effort you need to exert to regain your own stamina. It almost feels like you can play normally when you play with him, as he adjusts to your limit.

If you try to say you feel bad for holding him back, Akashi will do his best to banish those worries. "I'm playing with you because I want to. We can go at your pace because I want nothing more than for you to be comfortable."

His words are definitely reassuring and his actions only further prove what he's saying.

#kuroko #kagami #kiyoshi #kise #aomine #imayoshi #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #gom

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X-Men Abridged 1985: Adventures in Asgard

The X-Men, those Asgardian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men & Alpha Flight 1 - 2, New Mutants Annual ‘85, Uncanny X-Men ‘85 ) - by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Bob Wiacek, Arthur Adams

Yes, you see that correctly. That little falcon has a teeny-tiny mohawk on its tiny-teeny bird head, because comics are ridiculous. (New Mutants Annual ‘85)

You know what would really spice up the X-Men? To let them visit the most boring part of the Marvel Universe: Asgard!

As said before, for the Uncanny X-Men, 1985 has been a disjointed year. This was not helped by a sort of interlocking plotline that spread throughout one limited series and two annuals, all of them tied together by the presence of Loki. So that’s what we’re doing: we’re going to cover the reason why Loki takes a special interest in our merry mutants (Alpha Flight & X-Men Limited Series 1 and 2) and what happens when they are whisked away to Asgard. (New Mutants Annual ‘85 and Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘85.)

If you’re super-duper not into the Thor-part of the Marvel Universe, you can skip this one. All we really need to know, continuity-wise, is that Danielle Moonstar somehow becomes a Valkyrie and adopts a pegasus. If you’re not deterred, well…

Because this storyline deals with three superteams, the cast is absolutely huge. Hold onto your butts!

The Uncanny X-Men:

Cyclops: Scott Summers, red eyebeams. Currently on sabbatical to enjoy married life with his wife. Enjoy him while you can, because there will be massive character derailment coming up soon.

Madelyne Pryor. Cyclops’ wife. Bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased girlfriend, Jean Grey, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.

Storm: Ororo Munroe, currently depowered. Is on a spiritual journey to find herself.

Wolverine: Logan. Clawed ball of anger.

Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. Russian tin man. Cuddly communist.

Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. Fuzzy demonic elf. Bae.

Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. Phasing powers. The one teenager on the adult squad.

Rogue. Former villain, current flying brick. Steals powers and memories with a touch. Also bae.

Rachel Summers. Jean and Scott’s child from a future-that-never-was. Has yet to tell him this. Telepath. A little dramatic, even for an X-Man.

Professor Xavier. Telepath with boundary issues. The original dreamer and mentor to the X-Men and the New Mutants.

The New Mutants:

Psyche: Danielle Moonstar. Cheyenne, illusionist. About to have her backstory needlessly complicated.

Cannonball: Sam Guthrie. Human… well, you can figure that out. Good old boy.

Sunspot: Roberto daCosta. Fiery ball of anger.

Wolfsbane: Rahne Sinclair. Scottish werewolf who hates her human side and loves her wolf side.

Magma: Amara Aquila. Lava girl from not-so-Ancient-Rome.

Magik. Illyana Rasputin. Teleporter, demonic sorcerer and ruler of an infernal dimension. Has the most impressive resumé out of these young ones, also Colossus’ younger sister.

Cypher. Douglas Ramsey. Innate linguist. Cutie, perhaps not suited for the life of a superhero, but is just so very excited.

Warlock. Robot alien that can change shape. Pacifist born to a warrior race. Class clown.

Karma. Xi’an Coy Manh. Telepath that got possessed by a villain for a good long time, recently returned to the fold.

Alpha Flight:

Shaman: Michael Twoyoungmen. Chirurg turned sorcerer. V. man of science/man of faith.

Snowbird: Narya. Canadian half-goddess. Cool as fuck.

Heather McNeil: wife of the late Vindicator (ugh!), soon to be the next Vindicator. Leads Alpha Flight despite being human.

Puck: Eugene Judd. Tiny rubber ball man.

Sasquatch: Walter Langkowski. Canadian werebeast who loves his human side and Aurora’s human side.

Aurora. Mutant. Superspeed and supersparkle powers with her twin. Has a ‘split personality’, as written by someone who has no idea what that means. One side of her has access to her mutant powers and is fun, outgoing and flirty; the other is an introverted school teacher. The latter hates the former.

Northstar. Twin of the above. Superquebecois. Still kind of stuck in the closet, in a time where even the existence of the closet was vehemently denied.

Talisman. Elizabeth Twoyoungmen. Daughter of; magical conduit.

THEY UPPED THE LIMIT FOR PICTURES I CAN HAVE MORE THAN TEN PICTURES?!?

Madelyne and Scott are flying a crew of scientists over Canada, since Scott is trying his hand at being a regular non-X-Man person. They’re caught in a freak storm that Scott recognizes, because when you hang around Storm for long enough, you become a bit of a meteorologist yourself.

While I have full faith in Madelyne as a pilot, I'm still not sure it's wise to make Scott your co-pilot, since those ruby quartz glasses mean he’s essentially colour blind. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Half a continent away, the mayday is received by the X-Men. It causes Rachel to go haywire, because what if her dad dies and she never told him that she’s actually daughter? (There is actually an easy solution to that, but whatever.) Due diligence is for dummies, so she immediately goes on the attack.

Just as Snowbird arrives in the Alpha Flight headquarters to deliver some Grave Tidings©, Rachel arrives and easily mops the floor with Snowbird, Shaman and Heather, wife of the recently deceased Guardian/Vindicator. (A character I only know to be an asshole. Northstar tends to hate him, so I will do so too.) Aurora tries to turn the tide but…

Either Claremont wrote Rachel to be a grade A bitch here, or he has no idea how to write DID. Or both. Either way, not a great look for either of them. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Like Legion, Aurora has an interesting (if problematic) history in regards to her disorder and mental health. Unlike Legion, who has been allowed to flourish as a character since his inception and whose autism evolved together with our society’s understanding of it, Aurora tends to be defined almost solely by her dissociative identity disorder, which doctors these days aren’t sure even exists. While her history of abuse in a Catholic orphanage rings painfully real, the way her character tends to be portrayed as a vehicle for DID and little else is a disservice to such a promising character. (Read more here.) I’m glad that these days, she’s getting some love and agency in X-Factor and Marauders. (Even though I don’t understand one iota of the current Marauders run, but what the hey.)

Anyway, while I don’t love what Rachel is doing to Aurora here, I do feel that her mopping the floor with half of Alpha Flight is correct. Rogue swoops in after her to clean up the stragglers and she deals with Northstar by kissing him.

Hmmm. I wonder what secrets she possibly could have plucked from his head?

Anyway, after Rachel has calmed down, Shaman explains he had nothing to do with the freak storm and Xavier has been a hypocrite, the groups decide to join forces and find Scott, Madelyne and the missing crew. Let’s go, telepathy!

We then cut to Loki petitioning some shady old gods for power. However, in order to win their boon, he must give humanity a gift. A proper gift, freely given and willingly accepted. Hmmmm…

The X-Men and Alpha Flight fly off to a desolate mountain range – Kurt gets to wear a dashing hat! Jean-Paul and Rogue scout ahead and bond, which is my favorite character beat in this story. The two biggest misfits of these teams, it makes sense that they would be able to relate.

If only this had not been a case of Incompatible Orientation, perhaps some other French-speaking outcast mutant could have stolen Rogue’s heart. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

In a field that is way too verdant for how high up they are, they stumble into a mysterious castle where they are greeted by Scott. He tells them everything is better than fine. They’re forced to believe him, because they can look him straight in his baby-blues! Scott is cured and can control his eyebeams!

See, all humans on board of the aircraft got imbued with super powers! Madelyne got transformed into Anodyne, and another into Cornucopia, capable of creating food, and others into evocative names like Lord of the Plants and Pathfinder. Madelyne immediately sets to work, curing Puck.

I don´t know if Madelyne´s powers made her taller or if she always was the size of a baby giraffe, but damn. Goblyn Queen got legs. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Madelyne also cures Rogue, although it’s a little unclear if her mutant powers are removed or if she can just control them. In any case, what follows is another cute moment between Jean-Paul and Rogue, where he willingly offers himself up as a guinea-pig for her to test her lack of powers on. She knows how much of a sacrifice that is for him, potentially opening up like that, and yet he follows through anyway.

It's adorable and I wonder if there´s such a thing as shipping but for friends, because I’m hardcore shipping Rogue/Northstar right about now.

Xavier pulls his usual bullshit when he reveals publicly that he senses another mind in Madelyne, forcing her to admit that she’s pregnant. (Boundaries, of course, only apply to people other than Professor X. God, sometimes you just want to bash him in his spherical head.)

Don’t run away, Rachel! This is the perfect soap opera-esque moment to scream out that you are the daughter they will never have! (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Did… did the eighties really have leg warmers that came up all the way to your thighs?

While Kitty and Talisman follow Rachel after her self-imposed time-out, a powerless Heather takes a little dip in the magical fountain and gains powers (the aforementioned Pathfinder). At the same time, Shaman’s magical pouch gravely injures its owner, seemingly turning against him. What is going on?

Talisman and Kitty follow Rachel and discover an ancient Viking village hidden underneath the tundra. There, they try to talk the redheaded stepchild from the ledge: Rachel is out of her wits, realizing that her father getting a boy means that she will never exist. Kitty points out the inherent paradox in that statement, but then the village starts to collapse. They flee, but Kitty deduces someone is trying to hide something from her. She’s beginning to doubt this utopia.

When they return, they bear witness to Madelyne burning out Wolverine’s berserker rage. Kitty points out that she wouldn’t have survived Ogun without Logan’s berserker side, which is a fair point. (When does it stop being a cure and start being a catch-all for everything in the world you don’t like? Also, I bet she’s aching to get her hands on Aurora…) Kitty then presses that Wolverine go check on Snowbird, who is withering away. Wolverine, who is besties with Narya (who wouldn’t be? She’s arguably the best member of Alpha Flight), thinks that it isn’t a coincidence that both Shaman and Snowbird – magical creatures – are affected. Maybe there’s something rotten in paradise, after all.

Rogue, on the other hand, is enjoying the fuck out of it.

I don’t blame you, Rogue. I would also pick the haughty Quebecois over any of the other bozos on this trip. (Kurt’s the sole exemption, but you two are sort of related.) (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Wolverine crashes the party and reveals that this utopia has a steep price: the extinguishing of all magic and their magical friends. (Which is an odd way to describe Snowbird, but in some ways, you could view her as a magical woodland creature. In any case.) The group splits down the middle, with most X-Men taking the stance that an utopia can’t be bought in blood and and most Alpha Flighters agreeing that the ends justify the means. (Yes, they are the worst.) Interestingly, Rogue, Cyclops and Northstar side with the X-Men, while Colossus, Rachel and Madelyne side with the Alphans.

You’d think this rift would maybe amount to something, but it’s quickly under rug swept. Sad. They could have done a Superhero Exchange Program and swapped Colossus in for Northstar.

Anyway, the obligatory fight erupts, until a few of the people on the Alphans side realize they’ve also been rendered creatively sterile. (The cook-turned-Cornucopia can’t think of new recipes, the architect-turned-Master Builder can’t dream up new buildings, etc.) That’s when Loki appears, all: “nbd, you’ll be as gods!” When the superpowered humans disagree – killing all magic is fine, but they draw the line at being robbed of their imagination – Loki gets angry and tries to force these ungrateful wretches to accept his gift.

That doesn’t go well for him.

They Who Live Above: “Swear you won’t harm these people! Swear on the dad you hate!” Loki: “...kay.” (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Loki reverses everything, because Status-Quo is quite literally God, and Madelyne is stripped of her powers and Rogue and Cyclops are back to being not in control of their powers again. Also, Rachel still doesn’t tell Cyclops he’s actually her dad, so Loki’s new vendetta against the X-Men is literally the only thing of consequence in this godawful crossover.

Well, other than Kurt’s snazzy hat. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Loki’s vendetta carries us through to the New Mutants Annual, where the Lord of Lies is admiring Ororo through a mystical TiVo. He wonders what she would do to get her powers back and orders the Enchantress to fetch him Ororo.

After rescuing Karma from being possessed by the Shadow King, Ororo and the New Mutants end up on a Greek island to take a deserved holiday. While all of the New Mutants are hanging out on the beach, Karma is hiding out inside, afraid to face the world. Not only does she have to deal with all the evil things the Shadow King did while using her body, she also has to deal with the way the Shadow King abused her body.

While it’s not the tac I would’ve chosen, you could do a worse “reason to live” than spite. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

There’s an opportunity here for a storyline, one where Karma either has to work hard to go back to where she was or has to work hard to accept her new self. How cool would it be to have a fat superhero in a comic populated by people with idealized bodies? That’s not what we’ll be getting: instead, Karma will be shedding the extra pounds quicker than she did the Shadow King: I think it’s gone before the end of the issue.

Not begrudging anyone their body, thin or thick, but I do resent the implication that she was only fat because she was possessed by evil.

Anyway, all the skinny New Mutants are at the beach and Warlock is trying on bathing suits for size.

Warlock is reenacting that video where the model dresses in swimwear through the ages, going from the swimsuits of the 30’s to the oversized shorts of the 90’s to (hopefully) the men’s swimwear of 2023. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Then, a cloud of darkness whisks them away to Asgard! Loki gives Ororo an avian makeover while he scatters the New Mutants, who go off on their own little side quests. Seriously, check them out, it’s like a DM took a chance on a Random Make-Your-Own-Adventure table.

Magik gets chained to a rock while the Enchantress, Loki’s sexy crony, tries to tempt out her wicked side.

Karma gets stuck in a desert and saves a kid from a Shai-Hulud. Apparently, a grueling trek through an inhospitable landscape is just the regimen she needed, because this is how she gets skinny again (fully off-panel).

Cypher becomes a serf in a mead hall. Next!

Wolfsbane falls in love with a wolf prince but then runs away from him, afraid of her feelings. It’s very furry avant la lettre.

Warlock breaks out of Hel and goes off to find his friends.

Roberto becomes embroiled in a bar inn brawl and is then hired as a glorified security guard. He’s treated as a big strong hero and is not-so-secretly loving it.

Magma is adopted by the fae, who get her drunk on their mead. This turns her into a pointy-eared fae as well. Whoops!

Cannonball saves a wench from dwarves and gets promptly adopted by them. His last name does not become Ironfoundersson.

Danielle saves a pegasus, rolls a natural twenty on her Wild Empathy check and adopts it. She names it Brightwind, not understanding that mounting her My Little Pony means she’s become a Valkyrie. Whoops!

Never figured that Danielle Moonstar, of all people, would become a horse girl. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Loki orders the dwarves to make him a new hammer for a new thunder god. He’s barely gone before they start gossipping, saying his new falcon familiar is an enchanted one. Sam quickly deduces that it had to be Storm, because of the interesting colouring of the falcon’s feathers. (Not the MOHAWK? dafuqyousay)

The Enchantress manages to distill Magik’s Darkchylde out of Illyana and sends her out into Asgard. Evilyanna manages to recruit Wolfsbane, Sunspot and a fae-corrupted Magma, while Warlock (the only one who’s got his eyes on the plot) saves Doug and picks up Karma, Dani and Sam. The group then finally reunites and Karma makes quick work of the Enchantress’ hold on Illyana. In retribution, Magik sends a manacled Enchantress to Limbo as a gift to S’ym. (S’ym is not to harm her, which sidesteps some unfortunate implications. Phew!)

Sam cautions them to get the X-Men, but since they all have unfinished business on Asgard and want to screw things up for themselves, the New Mutants decide to save Ororo all on their own! Claremont thinks differently, however, deciding to add yet another team to this already bloated cast.

See, apparently, Kitty and Illyana now have a psychic link, despite neither of them being telepathically inclined. Kitty dreams of Asgard and sees a Thorified Storm fighting the Darkchylde, because apparently this connection is interdimensional! This is enough to convince the X-Men to go to Asgard and save the New Mutants! And they will travel to this otherworldly realm using the magical thunderbolts that some C-lister villain left behind three annuals ago!

Yeah, Claremont is definitely taking a few narrative shortcuts here. But who cares! It’s time to suit up!

This is about the least subtle DUN DUN DUN I’ve ever seen, and I watch daytime soap operas. Oh, Maddie. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

While I get that the Phoenix makes for a cool style guide, Rachel, you’re kind of dressing as the thing that killed Cyclops’ wife. And even if he’s not on the team, you’re also kind of dressed as the thing that killed Wolverine and Colossus’ friend, so…

Like I said, narrative shortcuts.

Also, we’re at the point where Rachel told the X-Men Cyclops is her dad, but not Cyclops himself. Cyclops, on the other hand, suspects but is unwilling to ask. ffs

In the grand style of villains everywhere, Loki reveals his masterplan to his pet bird: he plans to groom her as the new God of Thunder, replacing Thor and making him the ruler of Asgard! Evil! Feminist, but evil. He also reveals Storm is under his magical thrall: for example, he is turning her desire to get her powers back against her. Meanwhile, the New Mutants are following Loki until he suddenly shoots them down! (It doesn’t help that they’re riding in Warlock, who’s transformed in an airplane, which are decidedly not native to Asgard.) Once again, the New Mutants are split up. Most importantly, Douglas and Warlock are separated from the rest and they use that opportunity to have sex for the first time.

There is (once again) no heterosexual explanation for this. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

The X-Men, meanwhile, save the wolf prince that’s simply smitten with Rahne from some trolls. As Hela comes to collect the souls of the trolls, she commends Phoenix for being the new, well, Phoenix! (Which is perhaps a clue that your choice is slightly problematic.) The wolf admits to tracking Rahne and the X-Men follow him until they run into the City of Asgard. Here, they split up: Kitty, Rachel and Wolverine infiltrate the city while Rogue, Nightcrawler and Cyclops follow the wolf. But first… Rogue gets them some outfits, so they can blend in.

I’m assuming Rogue raided either a temple or a brothel. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

In the City, these three reunite with Roberto, who does not want to go home. He is blinded by the glory of being a beloved hero in Asgard, plus he’s on the outs with his parents, especially his dad. Wolverine’s pep-talk is interrupted by aggressive rock trolls and though they emerge victorious from this battle – thanks in part because of the melded Douglas/Warlock – Wolverine ends up horribly poisoned! Oh no! (This was before Wolverine’s healing factor gave him basic immortality, so there’s actual stakes.)

The other three chase the wolf and run into Rahne, Karma and Illyana, just as she’s doing a locator spell on Loki. (My God, this recap would be six times shorters if all these people just fucking stuck together in cohesive groups.) Loki plays a reverse Uno, using Magik’s spell to teleport to them and, together with an enthralled Storm, he captures them all.

Dani, meanwhile, sees a death omen around Wolverine and finally realizes she’s a Valkyrie. Don’t look a winged horse in the mouth, etc.

Loki throws a banquet to commemorate the deification of Storm! That’s when the X-Men and the New Mutants attack! (All of them! Some are disguised as Vikings; the others just escaped from Loki’s cell.) Despite the X-Men trying to stop her, Storm still grabs Loki’s big hammer.

Fair’s fair, this would have been a great way for Claremont to give Storm her powers back. Besides, this look is dope enough to warrant a shift in status-quo. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

Wolverine begs Storm to see reason, but then he keels over due to the poison. Hel, always a professional, appears, comes to claim Logan’s soul. This causes Storm to snap out of her enthrallment and together with Phoenix, Cyclops, Dani and Dani’s new sisters, they chase off Hel and Wolverine survives.

Kitty, meanwhile, indulges in her favourite hobby: shouting at people in authority. She tells Loki off, informing him that he can’t hope to stop them all. What’s worse, they’ll spread the truth about Loki’s perfidy throughout Asgard – which, if my Norse mythology serves me well, they should already be aware of, but whatever – which will endanger his plans of Asgardian domination.

Loki, who’s finally had enough of this storyline – as have I – relents and gives them one rule: either they all go, or none of them go. And they have to forfeit everything they got in this land, including Rahne’s wolf lover (aw!) and Amara’s elf form (yay!). In order to prevent this storyline from being completely useless, Karma keeps her physique and Dani keeps her new horse. Yeah, even Loki doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the rules he established two panels ago.

He offers Storm godhood one last time and this time, at her full wits, she denies him again. She’d love to fly again, but not at the expense of helping Loki. (It’s a nice narrative trick, because at this point, the audience is also rooting for Storm to get her powers back and this would be the perfect way to do so.)

Loki falls in love with Storm because she tells him no, presumably providing some keen insight into the hearts of men both mortal and divine, and then clicks his heels three times to send them home. They disappear and this finally, finally, ends Loki’s interest in our merry mutants.

DONE!

Fine, two more highlights. Here’s Warlock saving the day as the Enterprise:

And here’s Warlock, proving he’s watched more Star Trek than Vikings:

My God, this plotline dragged on so long, it took me a year to write this.

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mi-rae07 · 1 year

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Park Seonghwa : Just As Beautiful

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Pairing : Park Seong-hwa (Ateez) and named character (Bae So-yoon)

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Seonghwa opened the door to his hospital's garden, the cold evening air hitting him as he walked in to see his wife crouched on the floor, admiring the daisies that were growing at the edge of the garden, daisies were her favourite. Despite wearing a hospital gown and having a needle pierced into her wrist that helped transfer liquid medicines into her body, she still looked just as beautiful as the day seonghwa had seen her walking down the aisle with a smile on her lips. Those lips were now cracked, the glowing eyes now having dark bags under them and her skin paler than ever. But even then seonghwa still longed for her lips, still saw her eyes glowing whenever she saw him or their 3 year old daughter.

Bae Soyoon looked up as she noticed seonghwa walking closer to her, her face lighting up with a tired smile. Seonghwa held her hand that didn't have a trip connected to it and said

Seonghwa : sweetheart, you're not supposed to be here. Let's get inside, you'll get cold.

Soyoon smiled and shook her head

Soyoon : I wanna feel the cold seongie, what if it's my last time feeling it?

Seonghwa : don’t say that! The medicines-

Soyoon : I am a doctor, seonghwa-ya. I know what I feel, and it's getting closer.

Soyoon had been diagnosed with tuberculosis 3 months ago and the doctor had told her that she had a maximum of 4 more months to live before she died. Seonghwa had been in denial for almost a month, while soyoon being a neurosurgeon had already known her fate. She wished for something different, after all she was only 35. she had wanted to watch her daughter grow into a woman who had a heart as golden as her husbands'. She had wanted to grow old with seonghwa and tease him about the grey streaks in his hair but then again, life had different plans for her.

Seonghwa : soyoon-ah, don't leave us, please.

Soyoon smiled, wrapping her hand tighter around seonghwa's as she asked

Soyoon : where's sunhee?

Seonghwa : she's with my mom, do you want me to call her?

Soyoon : no, no. it's alright, I wanna be with you alone tonight.

Seonghwa : soyoon-ah, are you really sure? Do you really think…do you really think it's close?

Soyoon : mm time is running out, love. I checked the reports today this afternoon and it's…will you bring sunhee to me tomorrow?

That only meant one thing, today had been her last day. Seonghwa pressed his lips together, his eyes watering as he looked away in pain. Soyoon clicked her tongue and cupped seonghwa's face before leaning closer towards him

Soyoon : baby, no. don't cry yet, we still have an entire night for ourselves, don't we?

Seonghwa : how can I…how can I do that knowing you're going away from me tomorrow soyoon-ah, how…

Seonghwa sobbed as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, still holding soyoon's hands. Seonghwa shut his eyes and cried as he said

Seonghwa : I can't…can't live without you, baby. How-how am I supposed to raise sunhee w-without you? She needs her mo-mother too.

Soyoon kneeled down next to seonghwa, holding his hand tight as she whispered softly

Soyoon : she's our daughter, seonghwa, she's a strong girl and she'll grow up beautifully with you by her side. She won't need her mother if she has you, sunhee will learn.

Seonghwa : but I-

Soyoon placed her index finger on his lips and said

Soyoon : shh, I won't be going so far away baby. Even though you might not be able to see me, I'll still be right here.

Soyoon placed her palm against seonghwa's heart, feeling it beat faster at her touch. He was still the same, she still made his heart race. Soyoon smiled and whispered

Soyoon : I'll be right here, always. I'm never going to leave you.

Seonghwa held her palm and rested his head against her shoulder, inhaling deeply. Soyoon rested her head against the side of seonghwa's head and they stayed like that for a while, feeling the cold breeze hit them. A few minutes later soyoon felt her head spin, blood bubbling around the base of her throat. She was having another one of those moments.

Seonghwa felt soyoon tense against him as she coughed, covering her mouth as she felt blood run down her mouth. Seonghwa pulled back, his widened eyes looking at soyoon

Seonghwa : soyoon-ah? Soyoon!

Soyoon shook her head as she coughed harder, her vison blurring. The last thing she heard was seonghwa screaming for the doctors, picking her up in his arms as she felt him run towards the hospital.

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Seonghwa : doctor, is there really nothing else we can do?

Doctor : I'm afraid not, mr park. Soyoon-shi means a lot to all our staffs here, we would do anything we could to save her but…I'm afraid it's too late now.

Seonghwa was about to say something when he heard a weak mumble behind him

Soyoon : seonghwa-ya.

Seonghwa quickly turned around and dashed to soyoon who was lying on the hospital bed, wires once again attatched to her nose and wrists. Seonghwa ran his hand along her hair as he said, his voice as soft as a feather

Seonghwa : yeah? Do you need something?

Soyoon : stay with me.

Seonghwa looked at the doctor and said

Seonghwa : thank you miss lee, you can leave now.

Soyoon gave one last smile at the doctor and nodded as she left, closing the door behind her. Soyoon smiled at seonghwa and said

Soyoon : seongie…

Seonghwa : hmm?

Soyoon : get me some strawberry ice-cream?

Soyoon had always loved strawberry ice-creams, it was the one thing she could eat every day. But she couldn't eat it for a while due to her illness. And now she wanted to taste it for the last time in her life.

Seonghwa : bae soyoon, you know that's bad for you right now.

Soyoon lightly groaned as she hummed and said in a raspy voice

Soyoon : really? I'm going to die anyway, a cup of ice-cream isn't going to fasten the process seonghwa.

Seonghwa looked down, tears filling his eyes at the mention of her death. Soyoon chuckled and held seonghwa's hand before saying

Soyoon : get me an ice-cream my dear husband, I'll be alright.

Seonghwa knew it was the last time soyoon would ever ask him to do something like this, he didn't wanna decline her request. He smiled weakly at soyoon and stood up, grabbing his coat. He kissed her forehead before whispering

Seonghwa : wait for me.

Soyoon : I always will.

Seonghwa gave one last smile to soyoon before walking out the hospital room. Soyoon heard seonghwa mumbling to some staff about keeping an eye on soyoon as she chuckled, sitting straight weakly and grabbing a notepad and pen lying on the table next to her. She smiled and started writing

To my daughter,

Sunhee-ya, have you been well? When I last saw you, you were so small you could barely form proper grammatically correct sentences. You must have grown so much now, using all those big big words. I wish eomma could hear you say all that, hear you smile, laugh, and comfort you while you cried as I did when you were a baby. I'm sure appa must be doing all that for you now, he's always been such a good father to you, always worried about your health and safety.

This must be funny but even before you could form proper sentences, you started singing. And even though you were only 3 and your voice could change over time, you're your father's daughter. And your father has always been able to sing like an angel and I've always wished our child could get that from him. I know you’ve gotten that, his voice and his abilities. I wish I could hear it, wish I could hear you sing just as your father had sang to me. But it's okay, as long as you're happy and is doing what makes you happy, eomma doesn't mind.

When you first came into my arms, you've always been the most beautiful girl to me. Your eyes that look just like your father's, those big doe eyes and that cute little nose, you've been so precious to me. You're my only daughter, my only blood, and even though I haven't been able to be with you for a long time and watch you grow, please know that I would have sacrificed my life for you any day.

You were my dream park sunhee, ever since you were all but a promise inside me, you've been my biggest dream.

Take care of your appa for me, will you? He's a softie who cries at every single animated movie he watches, as you might already know by now. But even then he tries to stay strong for the people around him, he's been my only light through all the dark times. And since I'm gone, I hope you could be his light and his happiness.

Eomma will always love you, my little baby. Eomma is sorry she couldn't be with you through your hard times but I will always protect you and appa from wherever I am, I promise.

Love,

Your eomma.

Soyoon wiped her tears and put the letter inside an envelope and put it on the table, keeping her pen away at the same time seonghwa entered with a packet in his hands. He smiled and shut the door behind him as he walked towards soyoon, opening the packet and handing her a cup of her favorite strawberry ice-cream from her favourite store. Seonghwa took out his ice-cream as well before sitting down next to soyoon on the bed, looking at the envelope on the table with confused eyes. Soyoon chuckled and said before taking a bite of her ice-cream

Soyoon : that's for my daughter, don't you dare touch it.

Seonghwa giggled and looked at soyoon who was sucking on her spoon with a small smile

Seonghwa : you think she'd understand it?

Soyoon : not yet. Which is why you have to take it and keep it away until she's old enough to understand what I've written.

Seonghwa : am I your post-man soyoon-ie?

Soyoon : you're the love of my life.

Seonghwa : aish.

Soyoon giggled as seonghwa rested his back against the headboard, soyoon resting her head against seonghwa's chest as he wrapped his arm around her, keeping her safe. They sat like that, her back against his chest and his arms around her waist.

Soyoon : hwa.

Seonghwa : hmm?

Soyoon : do you remember the first time we met?

Seonghwa : lord, of course I do.

Soyoon giggled and said

Soyoon : you were so stubborn, refusing to take an injection from me.

Seonghwa : you can't blame me, you were hardly a doctor, let alone a neurosurgeon.

Soyoon : in the end you took it anyway.

Seonghwa : yeah because you threatened me and then tied me down on the bed before pushing it into my body.

Soyoon giggled and looked up at seonghwa

Soyoon : and it wasn't that bad, was it?

Seonghwa : oh hell it was. But since it was you, I could happily take a million of those injections to get to see you every time I wake up.

Soyoon : ay, how cringe.

Seonghwa : I could even take a bullet for you, soyoon.

Soyoon smiled, pulling seonghwa down on her and kissing him deeply as she whispered through the kiss

Soyoon : and I could die for you.

And just like that they spent their last happy moments together, giggling and kissing each other while eating ice-cream as if everything was back to normal again and they were just teens.

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Seonghwa was now lying on soyoon's chest, her arms wrapped around seonghwa as his was around her waist. The empty ice-cream cups were now sitting next to the letter, the room smelling like strawberries and soyoon's favourite daisy flavored perfume. Seonghwa inhaled deeply as the sound of his wife's heartbeat reached his ears, bringing him comfort. It was his favourite sound, and he hated that this would be the last time he could sleep to it.

Seonghwa : why did this have to happen to us? Why us, why you, out of all the other people in this world.

Soyoon : it's useless thinking about the if's, hwa.

Seonghwa nuzzled deeper into soyoon, trying not to cry

Soyoon : seonghwa, will you…will you ever love again? After I'm gone-

Seonghwa : no. and don't ask me to because I won't love anyone the way I love you. If you force me to marry someone for the sake of sunhee I would do it because it's your wish. But I do not wish to ruin another woman's life like that so please, please do not ask that of me soyoon.

She knew it would be hard convincing seonghwa to love someone again, especially during times like these. If time brought seonghwa someone who could love him the way soyoon did, then let it be. If not, seonghwa would have sunhee to keep him happy. Soyoon ran her hands through his hair as she sighed and said

Soyoon : so are you going to live alone for the rest of your life then?

Seonghwa : I have sunhee, I have eomma and appa, as well as your eomma. And more than that, I will always have you soyoon-ah. I won't be alone.

Soyoon : I want you to be happy after I'm gone.

Seonghwa : I'll try.

Soyoon : don’t hurt yourself, baby. Remember what we used to say? You're me, and I'm you. Hurting you is like hurting me, so don't do it. One day, after all this, we'll meet again. Until then…

Soyoon took her wedding ring off her hand and unclasped the necklace seonghwa had given her as a gift when they first started dating. Seonghwa looked up and shook his head as tears filled his eyes

Seonghwa : no, no.

Soyoon smiled and put the ring as a locket into the necklace and put it around seonghwa's neck, clasping it tightly behind him. Seonghwa held the necklace as tears ran down his cheeks

Seonghwa : soyoon-ah.

Soyoon : that way I'll always be next to you. So if you ever miss me, just hold on to it and I'll come to you.

Seonghwa sobbed and hugged soyoon tighter, mumbling a thousand 'I love you's', taking every last chance he could get to remind her that he would always love her. Soyoon hugged her husband as a lone tear fell down her cheek, knowing this was the last time she would ever hold him this way.

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The next afternoon

Seonghwa was now sitting on a chair beside soyoon, who was lying on the bed. Their hands were clasped together, not wanting to let go through these last moments. Soyoon felt pain engulf her, but she tried to hold on so as to see her daughter for one last time.

Seonghwa : does it hurt too much, love?

Soyoon : mm no, it's alright. As long as you're right next to me.

Seonghwa : I'll be next to you till the end of time, soyoon.

Soyoon smiled. Seonghwa looked behind as the door opened, revealing a smiley sunhee with her grandmother. Both soyoon's parents and seonghwa's parents had talked to soyoon for the last time a while ago, all that was left now was seonghwa and sunhee.

Sunhee : eomma!

Soyoon smiled and slowly sat up with seonghwa's help, extending her hands and saying softly to her daughter

Soyoon : my baby, come to me.

Sunhee ran up to soyoon and climbed into her arms, hugging her as soyoon smiled and held her daughter's head against her shoulder. She smiled and nodded at seonghwa's mom for one last time as she wiped her tears and left the room.

Soyoon : did you sleep well last night sunhee-ya?

Sunhee : yes eomma. Grandma told me lot of nice stories.

Soyoon : did she?

Sunhee : mm. eomma, when will you tell me a story?

Soyoon pulled back and looked at her daughter with a sad smile, trying her best not to cry. How she wished she could tell stories of her and seonghwa until sunhee was fed up with the cheesy stories. Seonghwa sniffled, looking away in pain.

Soyoon : sunhee-ya…

Sunhee : huh?

Soyoon : eomma must go now.

Sunhee : where is eomma going?

Soyoon : somewhere…somewhere you can't see.

Sunhee : hmm? Why can't I see it?

Soyoon smiled and smoothened sunhee's hair that was tied into small pigtails.

Soyoon : you can't right now, but one day, when you grow up and be a big beautiful girl, you would be able to see me.

Sunhee : oh, really? So I would only be able to see you after I grow up into a big girl now?

Soyoon : yes, so will you grow up well and listen to your appa and grandma for me, baby?

Sunhee nodded excitedly, wanting to grow big as soon as she can so that she could see her eomma again. Soyoon smiled as tears filled her eyes and ruffled sunhee's hair

Soyoon : such a good girl.

Sunhee giggled as soyoon kissed her daughter's cheek for the last time before saying

Soyoon : go to appa now, and stay with him.

Sunhee nodded and jumped into seonghwa's lap, smiling at her mom

Sunhee : okay eomma, I'll grow up really quick so I can see you again.

Soyoon smiled and held one of seonghwa's now trembling hand, the other one wrapped safely around their daughter who was sitting on his lap.

Soyoon : seongie…

Seonghwa nodded, tears flowing down his eyes

Seonghwa : I know, I know.

Soyoon : seonghwa, you must…you must live. Live for me, live for sunhee, and live for yourself.

Seonghwa : I will, I will love.

Soyoon : I don't regret any of this seonghwa. Meeting you, loving you and having our child, it's been nothing but precious to me. And this life I have lived, no matter how short it was, you made it meaningful for me, and I die happily today knowing sunhee has you as her appa.

Seonghwa pressed his lips together, not taking his eyes off his wife's beautiful eyes

Soyoon : all I want now is for you and sunhee to be happy. And I will always, always, protect the both of you.

Soyoon looked at her daughter with a smile and said

Soyoon : if not from here, from some place else. I love you, sunhee.

Sunhee smiled, not knowing this would be the last time she would say something like this and said

Sunhee : I love you too eomma.

Soyoon looked at her husband for the last time as she said

Soyoon : till death do us apart? That's nonsense. Even death will have nothing on our centuries of love.

Seonghwa smiled, his lips trembling as soyoon held her hand tightly around seonghwa. She looked at that smile of his for the last time, her love for him not fading even in the slightest even as her heartbeat slowed down. Soyoon whispered

Soyoon : I love you, seonghwa.

Seonghwa : I love you, soyoon.

Soyoon's smile slowly faded as seonghwa felt his wife's hand loosen around his. Seonghwa leaned forward, closing his wife's eyes and kissing her forehead before whispering

Seonghwa : I will always be yours, bae soyoon.

Seonghwa pulled back as he still held on to one of soyoon's hand, his other arms wrapped tightly around their daughter. Seonghwa looked down and sobbed, his body trembling in pain at the loss of his better half. Sunhee leaned forward slightly and wiped a drop of tear that had fallen out of her mother's eyes, smiling at her mother as she said

Sunhee : I will be a big girl one day, eomma. And I will make you proud.

Seonghwa sobbed harder at that as sunhee wrapped her small chubby arms around seonghwa's neck, knowing her appa was in pain. Seonghwa hugged his daughter and cried in her arms, still not taking his hand away from soyoon's cold ones.

After all he had promised her he would never let go, hadn't he?

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4 years later

Sunhee ran towards her mother's grave with a bouquet of white daisies in her hand, seonghwa smiling and following behind her with his hands in his pocket. Sunhee soon paused in front of soyoon's grave, looking at the picture of her mother smiling that was kept inside a small box next to the grave. Seonghwa soon stood next to her and put one hand on his daughter's shoulder as she kneeled down and placed the daisies next to her mother's grave before saying

Sunhee : eomma, I won first place at my school's singing competition today. And appa said I had grown by 6 inches yesterday, aren't I growing big already? Soon I will be able to meet you.

Seonghwa smiled at sunhee, his eyes shining against the evening sun. sunhee smiled and said

Sunhee : I will see you next month eomma, and I'll tell you how much more I grew. Until then I'll try to be good as you asked me to!

Seonghwa smiled as sunhee waved at the grave and stepped aside, going over to look at a rabbit that was hopping around close to her. Seonghwa smiled and leaned down, kissing his finger as he placed it against his wife's grave and whispered

Seonghwa : you're still my favourite person, soyoon-ah. We miss you and we love you.

There hadn't been a moment he hadn't missed soyoon. Every time he woke up in their bed and extended his hand, hoping to reach for his wife but then remember she was gone, it hurt him. He missed her smile, her voice, her touch, her hugs, he missed his wife.

But he had to hold on, hold on for their daughter. Besides, living for someone was harder than dying for them, wasn't it? Seonghwa stood up and whispered

Seonghwa : and I will live for you, until I get to see you. I love you, bae soyoon.

Seonghwa looked to his right as he felt the cold breeze hit him. He saw a few trees growing a few meters away from him, the wind blowing it's leaves backward. And there between the trees he saw his wife watching him, wearing a white dress with daisies in her hair. That same smile that seonghwa had always wanted to stay, the same glowing eyes that seonghwa had wanted to stare at. Soyoon smiled with calm eyes as she watched her husband and daughter, protecting them from afar as she had promised to.

And as for seonghwa, she was just as beautiful as the first time he had seen her.

Seonghwa smiled, holding his wife's necklace that had her wedding ring on it. He never removed it since soyoon had put it on him 4 years ago, he was never going to either. He wiped his tears and smiled one last time before turning around and walking to his daughter, who was still playing with the rabbit, her small frock blown backwards by the wind.

God, she looked so much like her mother now, seonghwa thought. Those same almond colored eyes and long brown hair that fluttered in the wind. Seonghwa picked his daughter up and placed her on his shoulders as sunhee yelped and laughed. Seonghwa smiled and asked

Seonghwa : who wants strawberry ice-cream?

Sunhee gasped in happiness and said

Sunhee : me me me!

Seonghwa chuckled and kissed their daughter's hand before walking towards his car, soyoon's wedding ring resting against his heart as it hung by her necklace.

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arcaeda · 9 months

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toa anniversary munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: leon!

Pronouns: he/him mainly but they/them? also sick

Birthday (no year): aug 30th whats up my fellow virgos

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: i'm from good old virginia but ive lived in a few different state. i currently live in illinois (insert peace sign hand emoji here) i'm also central time! midwesterners make some noise

Roleplay experience: my first experience rping was when i was like 12 or so. i started off doing cringe ass rp in deviantart group chats (if anyone remembers those). i didn't start doing (cringey attempts) @ legit para rp until i was 15 or 16 where i used deviantart and tumblr interchangeably. i experimented with panfandom rp for a bit and then a little while after that i found toa!

Got any pets?: my two chihuahuas who are brothers bae and skippy! i post them in gen media sometimes (bae is the white one and skippy is the one that looks like a frito)

Favorite time of year: autumun girlies rise up

Some interests and things you like: video games and animanga, mostly. i like (mostly j)rpgs, visual novels/otome games and rogue-lites. i used to bingewatch 30 episode animes in one day when i was younger LMAO. nowadays i mostly just stick to reading manga with my favorite genres being shoujo & josei. i don't stick to the new anime seasons anymore so these are some oldies, but my favorite anime of the past would probably be kaitou saint tail and nana. the newest anime i've probably enjoyed and actually remember is akatsuki no yona.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: im gonna be real with you all im terrible @ sharing fun facts about myself. uhhhh idk i guess i've swallowed whole pennies and dimes before as a child. i also ate a whole tube of toothpaste on christmas day and puked it up later..... i ate a lot of weird shit as a kid apparently

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play?: uhhh most of my main interest in vidja games is fire emblem, but actively rn i play like mobage and rhythm games on the side. other big interest games for me would probably be the botw series (not neccesarily zelda overall but), persona 5, ffxiv a LOT in the past, hades…. i cannot think of anything else off the top of my head LOL

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: blaziken you are my favorite little guy. my favorite type is probably electric or ice though.

How did you get into Fire Emblem?: i saw fire emblem awakening at gamestop and remembering marth from smash bros decided to buy it

What Fire Emblem games have you played?: there are some i've only read the script for, but for actual games that i've played : geneaology, shadows of valentia, blazing blade, some of sacred stones, path of radiance and some of radiant dawn, awakening, conquest, three houses and engage!

First Fire Emblem game: awakening

Favorite Fire Emblem game: geneaology will stick with me in my heart until i die, but like i also really did enjoy engage. she's climbing up there boys

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳: SIGURD FIRE EMBLEM I AM BEGGING YOU I WILL BE YOUR DOG BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?

Awakening: chrom bc i didnt realize how s supports worked (though i did already like him when we married). my first marriage by choice was with lon'qu. i usually play f!robin, but if i do m!robin i marry cherche teehee

Three Houses: claude my beloved

Engage: alfred. hrk

Favorite Fire Emblem class: i fucking love mage knights so much. so glad engage brought them back

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class?: villager LMAOOOO but nah for real i think i would probably be a cleric, not by choice but because it would be the only thing i excel @ in universe. (my ass weak as hell)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation?: golden deer rePRESENT WOOOOOO

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with?: sigurd for completely totally normal reasons. marth if you forced me to choose someone else

How did you find TOA?: on twitter! and i am so glad i decided to apply hehe

Current TOA muses: veyle and caeda!

Who was your first TOA muse?: sigurd! i wrote him here for around two years i think, but i also had prior experience writing him before toa teehee

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards?: i definitely think i gravitate towards the parental figure therapist type.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most?: i love writing idiots who mean well the most i think (looks at sigurd and my very old tormod muse)

Favorite TOA-related memory: everyone swapping and trading letters of their mun name in the discord server. also anything 0 days since our last food discourse related

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔: toe-uh! since the day i was born

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉: (barking and growling at you) i am thinking of bringing back timerra after i recover from top surg tho.

#{ ooc. }#{ yayyy dash gamess!!!!!!!!!! }

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luckyqueenreign · 10 months

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You have my favorite thoughts on litg. Okay thinking of Amelia this episode she doesn’t seem bad on the surface but her behavior is very telling. She pushes us to find out stuff and be detectives but what’s alarming is the fact she wants us to kiss our LI cheek like she did and says it’s to put her in her place. She did this when she comes in to our love interest. I remember saying in a previous ask that she resents us and it seems so much more likely. She slipped up forgetting that I think. Not intentionally trying to reveal things.

Also the fact she knew Elliot and gushes about his fame is concerning. She is an event planner and travels a lot. Seems like she really likes fame and fortune. The glamorous life which is fine but seems like maybe she was the girl (maybe still is) that would obsess over famous boys when they were young and find any way to see them or had to know everything about them.

To me her behavior feels like she wants to be the sister getting all the attention. She wants to be the sister all the boys fawn over and the center of attention in general. And some people have taken her word as being absolute like when MC says she’s the drama queen and she says “No MC Your the drama queen.” But we have every reason to think she’s untrustworthy with the multiple times she’s been caught doing sketchy things. The lipstick on cheek, the bed scene where she was upset they thought it was mc and not her, kissing whoever we don’t pick at the recoupling, and the times the game tells us she’s upset or has a look on her face and it’s always when we are getting positive attention. Some people think because of this she’s always been the twin in MC’s shadow and I do not believe that to be true.

Amelia is like the person who is so used to being fawned over, the center of attention, more favorable twin of the two, that she cannot handle her twin being in that position in the villa.

I think that’s what happened with Zeph too. She was jealous MC and & Zeph had a thing even thought they were all friends. So she had to go for him too. Wether she tricked him or she didn’t, it does not change her behavior being snakey and just right down trashy and pathetic.

I think she’s finally feeling a little guilty but I think regardless. She’s going to be more trouble. Her reveal put us down. Why would you put your sister down and tell it to the worst person to reveal it to her. Slap in the face.

My thing is Amelia knows Ozzy is into us. I’m waiting for her to try to do something. Idk I do not trust her at alll. She’s so jealous her sister is finally getting attention and not her. I don’t buy the potty part it would be if she complains about never getting time to shine. I call bs on that.

Thank you bestie 🥹💖

You know I have to start with Ozzy bc bae! But if Amelia tries anything with him I will strangle her through the screen and through fanfic 😂!!

Your theory tho is actually exactly what I thought at first but then one thing Amelia said kind of teetered me to the other side. I don’t remember the exact wording but it was something about how MC always had the guy it didn’t seem like she meant just in the villa. I could have also totally imagined this especially bc we’ve all theorized so much but I love yours and think it completely fits with how the Amelia character is playing out. Esp the shady parts !!

#litg theory #litg s6 #litg #litg ask #love island the game

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stealanity · 2 years

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white lily ✩ bae jacob

my love for you was pure.

summary : mama told me, summer loves were the best. i can’t say she was right, and i can’t say she was wrong, because you were probably the most pure of my love stories. you were much more radiant than the sun during my holidays, leaving warmth on my skin. but just like summer, our love had an end.

warning : one swear word, mention of alcool, mean mom, a lot of crying

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⠀⠀⠀dear bae joonyoung,

it's been a while, right? i'm for not having replied to your messages. i'm sorry to have left without saying anything. and to have left you without news for months.

i didn't even know that i still had your address saved in my phone, i only discovered it recently. but it's a chance for me, because i really wanted to write you a few words.

do you remember those two summer months we spent together? personally, it's inked in the back of my head, thousands of memories that i'll probably never forget.

did you know that i hate the beach, the sun and the heat? i think so. if you hadn't guessed that, when your gaze filled with joy crossed mine filled with laziness, i would have asked myself some questions. it's a miracle that i ran into you on the first day of my arrival. if it hadn't happened, i think i would have spent my vacation inside reading and complaining all the time. you looked so happy playing football with your friends, under the hot sun.

you immediately captivated me, you know? i already only had eyes for you, even if the way we spoke for the first time wasn't the best. i really thought i was going to have the mark of the ball on my cheek all the holidays ! come to think of it, i was very aggressive and mean to you, when you weren't even responsible. that really wasn't right, and i seriously think the whole beach heard me yelling at you. i'm still impressed by the way you always kept your calm and a kind smile on your lips, you never answered me and you even apologized for your friend. notice, that's how we started seeing each other, you and me. you invited me to a campfire that evening, assuring me that you would make amends for disfiguring me. i simply accepted because, first of all : i didn't want to stay with my parents, and two : i had nothing better to do.

but it was a good idea, because in the end, i had fun. even the beer tasted good being by your side. you lured me to a summer party full of half-dead-drunk teenagers, to play me a guitar song that left me speechless. i think that's when i said to myself that after all, the beach wasn't so bad. even though my shoes were full of sand, my hair was messy from the wind, you made me feel like the prettiest girl just by the sound of your voice. by the way, do you still sing? you wanted to have your own band, right? i sincerely hope that you were able to achieve this, because you were really, very talented. i hope your dream has come true.

i was very lucky to come across you. Who would have thought that my filthy sixteen-year-old character could attract the attention of your kind and caring heart? it was so unexpected, cause we were complete opposites. you were like the summer sun : always smiling, encouraging, ready to help anyone in need. and i was like the winter moon : lazy, a walking grumpy cat and asocial. but you animated the rays of the sun that slept in me during his vacation. that i finally loved.

after this evening by the fire, i remember spending each of my days and my nights with you. i think we did all the possible beach activities together by the way. one of the most memorable for me was probably the time you wanted to teach me to surf. you looked determined to hold me on the board, despite i warned you that i had absolutely no balance. you were cute explaining things to me carefully, on how to hold my surfboard, how to get on it without falling, how to dominate the wave without ending up in the water. it was a very productive lesson, if you forget the hundreds of times i fell straight in ths salt water. it was funny because i was so bad at surfing, but you didn't want me to give up. we tried for hours, and even days, but unfortunately without great results. but you kept repeating that you were proud of me, of the (non-existent) progress i had made, and despite everything, i believed in it. it was new to know that someone was proud of me, and as sincerely as you were. it filled my heart with a gentle warmth, like the rays of the sun which interfere between the clouds.

another memorable memory : our first walk by the sea. that day you were very patient with me. i had argued with my parents that morning about my future studies, and i didn't want to talk to anyone. and when you saw me so demoralized, you didn't leave me alone for a second. you brought me an italian vanilla ice cream, and you even gave me a very beautiful seashell (that i still have in my bedroom by the way). its blue colors were so beautiful, that i still wonder how you could find such a work of art in the sand. but despite the fact that you always stayed close to me, you never forced me to talk to you about anything. you didn't speak either by the way, which created a silence between us. but this silence was anything but awkward. it was reassuring and comforting, like when you get up in the morning and see the sun through the window, that means it's going to be sunny. it was the same satisfaction as that. then, at the end of the day, you practically pulled me by the hand, finally making me move from my seat for the first time that day, to make me gently frolic along the beach. you even encouraged me to take off my shoes to take advantage of the good temperature of the water, and you were totally right. the memory of the waves hitting my ankles is one of the best memories i can have. i was really sad that day, but you took away my bad mood and my resentment, as the summer breeze blows the grains of sand from the beach. you were a master in the art of good mood, and i sincerely hope that this desire to do only good around you is still present. it was a pure and totally respectable quality that i admit, having envied you for little a time. it was also that evening that you told me that you preferred to be called jacob. it's a pretty name, i think it suits you very well. are you still using it? i think it was this information that marked me the most that evening. even though i always called you joonyoung, i thought it was like a way of telling me that you had enough trust in me to tell me something important to you, something you care about. that day, my heart was filled with a heat as imposing than a setting sun. just like the one we admired at that time.

searching on my phone the other day, i found a recording. i had to slip away to my room to listen to it, its duration was almost half an hour, i found that strange, because in general, my recordings last more than an hour because i use them for lessons. and while listening to it carefully, i recognized your voice. your sweet and angelic voice, accompanied by your guitar and the sound of crickets. and it reminded me of that night that we passed on the edge of a cliff, lit by the moonlight. it was a warm, clear night. we could see a bunch of constellations and you left me blabbing for hours about the stars and planets. i remember inspecting your face several times, your eyes filled with stardust. you looked so dreamy at the time, i felt like i was boring you with my stories, but not at all. you were just listening to me carefully, and it was even more beautiful than the starry sky. i don't know if you realized how special you made me feel that night, i felt like i was the center of your world, having every shred of your attention on me. it was rewarding and my heart kept racing so, so, so fast. but i think i completely fell in love with you, when you told me that i inspired one of the songs you wrote. i named the recording "melatonin", so i guess that's the title of your song, right? so i listened to it again and again, to remember every emotion i had felt that night. and what comes back again and again, it's love and the sweet warmth that the lyrics give me. you made me feel like the eighth wonder of the world to you, and i think it's the strongest, most wonderful, warmest and most amazing feeling you could ever hope to feel in life. no one ever made me as marshmallow and special as you.

we had some good memories together. two months? it really goes by too quickly when you properly take advantage of the time that has been granted to you. that's what i think for me, anyway. i didn't see the days go by, because you were there every minute to entertain me and help me to blossom on this beach that i cursed so much. it didn't start well, if we have to be honest, but you succeeded. to the delight of my mother. she was so happy to hear that i was dating someone during my holidays. the dinner she hosted after that, will forever be etched in my memory. she had forced me to wear a dress, uh. that yellow flower one, remember? you complimented me several times on it, telling me that it looked good on me, but i'm pretty sure inside you wanted to make fun of my look. and it's totally understandable, it was definitely not what suited me best. i already knew this dinner was going to be a disaster, from the moment she started the subject of studies and all that shit. to lower myself to the ground and say that i was good for nothing, it was not the best approach to have with the boy that i liked. however, the salad she had prepared was good. it was refreshing for this day which had been terribly hot, and it was more appetizing than those rice cakes she made me eat so i wouldn't get fat, ish. my mother has always been difficult, my relationship with her is still as bad as that time, you know. but i remember that particular day, she really made me look like a fool in front of you. i know you wanted to defend me, but unfortunately you have to respect your elders. and on the one hand, i thank you for not having said anything, because i was able to spend the end of my stay with you. i know you didn't really care what she said, you didn't need her words to form an opinion of me, but i was really embarrassed. i know that at that time, i overacted, tear off my dress in front her, screaming that i hated everything about her, then run away to my bedroom while crying like a kid, it was really pathetic. i think i had things to prove to her that day. bad timing unfortunately, because i ruined our dinner together. but i was relieved to see that you hadn't run away from me despite everything. when you knocked on my bedroom door, i knew from the softness of your knocks that it was you. i really didn't want you to see me like this, but i got you into my room anyway. so i could apologize for my bad behavior. you never criticized any of my reactions, you always looked me in the eyes with all the kindness and love in the world. i must have looked like a walking crying disaster, but you still told me that i was the prettiest girl on the beach. it made me happy, really happy, i felt like i was floating on a cloud. i was overwhelmed by the sincerity of your words. then you tenderly dried the tears that ran down my cheeks, brushing them away with your delicate fingertips, before cupping my face to gently caress my cheeks. i felt like i was floating at that precise moment, as i saw your face approach mine. i had this same desire as you, which crackled deep in my belly which was filled with dancing butterflies. the warmth of the summer sun settled in my heart, the rhythm of the waves rocking me to you, at the precise moment when your lips delicately rested on mine. they were as tasty as ice cream, as sweet as whipped cream, as addictive as a coca cola. my hesitant hands quickly found your neck, when you moved away from me after a few seconds of kisses, offering me the warmest and most flamboyant smile possible, the one that made me fall in the heat of a sunset. although it all started badly, you made this evening much more magical than any fireworks. you lightened my heart with your beautiful words and your summer-flavored kisses. i will forever be grateful to you for that. i'm not sure that at this age, you realized the impact of your words towards me. it made me gain confidence in myself, i decided to be myself thanks to you. i felt special, unique and unforgettable that summer.

but contrary to the lifespan of human beings, the seasons only last a while to be able to recharge their batteries and attack a new year in the future. and the time for goodbyes was approaching so fast. i no longer hated the sea, now i hated goodbyes. and that's why i decided to leave like a thief, without saying goodbye to you. i was not ready to leave behind a boy as pure and kind as you, who took care of me like the most precious of diamonds. it was way too hard, and i probably would have ended up in tears (again). that's why i didn't send you any message, and that's why we left the vacation's house very early. i didn't want to reach the end of the summer whining.

i'm really, and sincerely sorry, jacob.

but, i ended up achieving something very important. love is like a solar eclipse : at some point, the glow of the sun disappears behind the moon.

thank you bae joonyoung, for helping me enjoy summer love and its gentle warmth.

and sorry, for breaking your heart by letting our sun disappear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with love, y/l/n y/n.

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aubzikins · 8 months

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Fate's Hand - Ch 14 - Maknae on Top?

I was a little stuck with how I wanted to go with this but I am hoping I did well. I want to send a special thanks out to Bae and Lysa! They both were awesome and helped give me some ideas! I am so grateful to have some amazing friends who are willing to help get my brain unstuck! This is a bit longer than my other posts but I hope yall enjoy it!!!!

*** Jeongin ***

Nia agreed to go to dinner with me tonight. I remember her discussing the Dynasty Warriors and Samurai Warriors games when we first got to Japan. Later that night I texted her asking about her favorite characters and she told me they were Wang Yuanji and Kunoichi. Which gave me the perfect idea for a date. But I was also second guessing this.

“Hey Min, can I talk to you for a few?” I asked Seungmin while we were getting ready for the pool.

“Whats up Innie?” he asked.

“I am kind of second guessing this dinner I had planned for Nia and I…” I say.

“Oh? Why? I’m sure she will love just spending time with you.” He says.

“You don’t think she will think a ninja restaurant is childish?” I ask.

“Nope, she already told us how much she liked those games, she even wants to go to Ieyasu’s shrine. I think she will like the restaurant.” He says.

“You don’t think she will think its childish?” I ask nervously.

“I highly doubt she will Innie, she hangs out with the 8 of us. If she doesn’t find us childish and what not, I doubt she will find the restaurant that you picked out childish.” Seungmin says to me with a smile.

“Minnie, you know I’m not good with this stuff. You are the only one I’ve been comfortable like this around. Also, what if she likes one of the others more than me? Is she actually wanting to go on a date with me or is she just doing this to keep,” I start rambling.

“Innie, stop. I don’t know her as well as I like but I can tell you she’s not the type of girl who is going to go along with something just to go along with it. She really likes all of us, and this is all new to her. Just give her a chance.” Seungmin smiles.

“Yeah, I know… I’m just, I don’t know.” I confess.

“Innie, are you thinking about what happened between us back then?” Seungmin asks and places his hand over mine.

I look at Seungmin, unsure of what to say. We were young and the dating ban was in effect. We have never sat down and discussed it before. How would I tell the girl that had sparked something in me from the moment I saw her, that I had kissed one of my best friends. Would she freak out? Would she call me disgusting? That terrified me more than anything else.

“Well, the date is going to be one of the only times I will be able to alone with her. I know she probably doesn’t want to hear a bombshell like this on a date, but if I don’t tell her now, when will I tell her?” I say with a bit of panic in my voice. “I’m not afraid to tell her, I’m afraid of her reaction. We don’t know her thoughts and feelings about all of this. What if this hurts her? What if it scares her off? What if I ruin this for all of us?” I ask starting to spiral.

Seungmin pulls me into a hug and moves my hair out of my face. “You won’t hurt her by telling the truth. You have to be honest with her, this is not something that needs to come up later when there are more feelings involved. Honestly, with as many rumors and speculations of our orientations that are out there among our fans, I highly doubt that this would be something she’s not okay with.” He says with a sweet smile.

“Okay, I will tell her tonight. I hope you are right Minnie.” I say.

“Now let’s get down to the pool before they start questioning where we are.” Seungmin says as he grabs his towel.

When we get down to the pool, Chan, Minho, Felix and Hyunjin are already in the pool with Nia. Nia is laughing and enjoying herself. I sit down at the side of the pool and just watch everyone. Nia turns towards me and gives me the warmest smile… which should have made me happy, but right now feels more like a knife twisting in my gut...

*** Nia ***

Chan was the first one down to the pool. I swear that man must have been wearing swim trucks under his sweats ready to go. I am assuming that one the others had already told him we were rotating the sightseeing with time just at the house. Day of sightseeing then a day of house activities, rinse and repeat. Man did he look good in swim trunks. As soon as I walked out, Chan whistled and smiled. I put my towel down on a lounge chair and put my hair up. Chan swam over to the side of the pool as if he was watching a movie. I smiled and walked over to the pool. He held his hand up to help me, which made me giggle. I slightly put my hand out as if I were going to take him up on the invite and then pulled back at the last second. I instead dived over him into the deep end and swam to the other side. When I came up for air, he looked at me like I had rejected him which made me giggle even more.

“You gotta be quicker than that Channie boy!” I yell and wink at him. He immediately begins swimming towards me. I swam off the other way so he wouldn’t catch me.

“Been a while since someone was able to outswim me slightly. I might have to try to catch ya.” He smirks.

“I can promise that I am worth the effort Chan. Hope you can keep up!” I say teasingly.

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge Chan!!! I can attest to the fact that she is worth the effort” says Felix as he stands there next to Hyunjin smiling.

“I can also vouch that she is absolutely worth the effort Chan!” Hyunjin says with the biggest smile.

“Yall are supposed to be helping me! Not encouraging the wolf to eat Little Red Riding Hood!” I yell at both of them.

“Are you sure that’s not what you want?” Lee Know walks out of the house with a devious smirk on his face.

I look at Lee Know as if I was highly offended, “Wow Minho… I thought we were cool. And here you go sacrificing me to the wolf itself!”

“Gotta help my Hyung out. Not my fault you left yourself open to that!” He says with his maniacal laugh.

“Ill remember that!” I say before I must dive under the water again to escape Chan. I can feel his hand brush my ankle as I swim as fast as I can away.

The next two down to the pool were Seungmin and Jeongin. Seungmin smiles at me as he throws his towel on a chair and sits at the edge of the shallow end. Jeongin sets his towel down next to Seungmin's and then sits on the edge of the deep end. I smiled at him with excitement that we are going to have a date night to ourselves. I’ve been wanting to spend more time with him, but he has always seemed a little stand offish. He smiles back but he looks incredibly nervous. I chalk it up to the fact that we have never spent time alone and we are going to be spending time together.

Han and Changbin are the last ones down to the pool. They apparently had gotten into a karaoke match and Changbin walked into the pool area still singing “LISTEN TO MY HEARTU BEATU!” while Han is shaking his head at him trying not to laugh.

Out of nowhere Chan grabs me from behind, “Looks like I caught you!” he smiles.

“Only because I was distracted,” I say in protest. “If Changbin hadn’t walked in being all adorable, I totally would have avoided being captured!”

“What!? What did I do?” Asks Changbin.

“Nothing love! Just joking around with Chan here!” I called out to him.

Chan spins me around to look at him. “Now that I have captured the fair maiden, what do I get as my prize?” he asks jokingly.

I give him a sweet peck on the lips before I hear my alarm on my phone go off. “Ooops, looks like I need to go get ready for a certain date night!” I smile and swim over the edge of the pool. I climb out and grab a towel before walking over to Jeongin. “I should be ready within about forty minutes if that’s okay?” I ask.

He smiles and nods, “Yup, that should be plenty of time for me to get ready.” He says.

I kiss his cheek and whisper, “I am so excited to spend some time with you!”

He smiles and I walk off to go get ready. After my shower, I styled my hair and decided to put on very minimal makeup. Just some eyeliner, and mascara. I hear a knock on my door, I walk over and open it to reveal a very handsome Seungmin standing there.

“Hey beautiful, mind if I come in?” he asks.

“Of course not, as long as you are fine with me in a towel.” I say.

He chuckles a bit and comes into my room, “The towel covers more than your bathing suit” he says with a smirk.

“Seungmin! That’s not very gentlemanly!” I say giggling.

“I’m kidding! Maybe… hey I just wanted to stop by and let you know that Innie is very nervous about his date with you tonight, please be understanding?” he says with a little bit of concern in his voice.

I stop and look at Seungmin, “Of course, I really like Innie and would never want to make him more nervous or uncomfortable!” I say.

“He’s a sweetheart, just sometimes gets stuck in his head a bit and plays out scenarios before they even have a chance to happen.” He says.

“Understood, thanks for telling me Hun. Mind helping me pick out an outfit since I am sure you know what he has planned?” I ask.

Seungmin walks over to my closet and pulls out a nice pair of black jeans, a silver tank top with a black cardigan. “I would suggest comfortable shoes.” He adds.

I smile at him, “thank you love.” I say.

“You’re welcome. Just remember, be understanding with him please.” He says.

“Of course, I promise!” I say as I smile.

Seungmin smiles, kisses me on the cheek and walks out. I stand there thinking that Jeongin must be beyond nervous if Seungmin is coming to me ahead of time to ask for understanding.

Once I am finished getting ready, I head downstairs. The guys have all migrated into the house in various stages of wetness from the pool. Felix notices me and whistles, which causes the rest to turn and look in my direction. I get a few wows and oooos which make me smile. Jeongin walks up to me in black slacks, black shoes, and a black button-down long sleeve dress shirt.

“You look amazing!” I say when I look at him.

“That’s my line!” He scolds me playfully. “Ready to go? The car is out front.”

I nod my head as the rest of the guys all come up to say their goodbyes and what not. Jeongin leads me out to the car and opens the door for me.

“Thank you, Innie!” I say.

He smiles, “You’re welcome!”

We sit mostly in silence as I can tell that Jeongin is beyond nervous. The ride to the restaurant is about 20 minutes and I feel like those 20 minutes are some of the longest minutes of my life. I don’t want to push him, so I don’t initiate the conversation. We pull up to the restaurant and Jeongin gets out first before walking over to my side of the vehicle to let me out.

“I really hope you like this place…” Jeongin says with a bit of his nervousness showing.

“If its something you picked, I’m sure I will love it, Innie.” I say.

When we walked up to the restaurant there’s a sign that said, “Welcome to Ninja Akasaka!”. The name rings a bell, but I can’t remember from what. We checked in and a Ninja suddenly appeared. After the initial shock, I am beyond excited to see a ninja. The ninja leads us to our table through the Labyrinth, walking past a few beautiful dragon fountains and a few gorgeous cave waterfalls. I am entranced with the experience so far.

When we finally got to our table, it was a beautiful black table with dim lighting. I see all the different celebrity signatures on the walls of the cave, including the Stray Kids themselves. This makes me smile. The ninja who escorted us starts bringing out designated courses per the menu that Jeongin had preordered. It all is very tasty and there seems to be a small, amazing trick that comes along with every menu item that is delivered to the table. This is one of the most fascinating restaurants I have ever been to.

“This is absolutely amazing Innie; I love it so much!” I say excitedly.

“I am so glad you are enjoying it. Ever since the first day when we were discussing the sightseeing and you had mentioned Dynasty and Samurai warriors and I had found out that you loved Kunoichi, I immediately thought of this restaurant.” He says with a huge smile.

“You are so good to me Innie; I love it and I am so happy that you thought of it.” I say as I finish my last bite of dessert.

Jeongin smiles and then gets up and moves next to me. I smile at him, and he smiles back, the first smile of the day in which he doesn’t look so nervous.

“Nia, I really like you. I know I said I needed more time before I agreed to this whole arrangement. But I’ve liked you from the beginning. You are the first to make me feel like I want more of a connection. I’m scared and excited at the same time whenever I look at you.” He leans in closer.

“Innie, I’ve liked you too, that’s why I couldn’t say goodbye to y’all back then. I didn’t want to risk hurting you guys or seeing that you guys wanted me to stay because I wouldn’t have been able tor resist that.” I confess.

Jeongin moves closer to be and leans closer to my face. His lips were just a couple of inches away from mine. I bite my bottom lip, resisting the urge to close the gap and kiss him myself. He seems to have sensed my urge and closes the gap himself, kissing me passionately. One of his hands on my cheek while the other finds it way to my hair, grabbing a fistful of hair gently.

Jeongin pulls back after a few seconds, licks his lips, and looks at me with concern in his eyes. “There is something I need to tell you Nia… This is my first kiss… outside of kissing Seungmin before.” He says as he stares into my eyes.

I look at him still trying to process the kiss that just happened, let alone the fact that he just admitted that the only other person that he has ever kissed was Seungmin. I’m frozen trying to figure out what to react to first, but I see the look in Jeongin’s eyes change. He looks absolutely terrified and scoots away from me, grabbing his card off the table that the server had just brought back, Jeongin gets up and rushes out. “I’m so sorry!” were his last words before he runs off.

I sit there for a second utterly confused and then start grabbing my stuff. The server comes over to me and explains that Jeongin left. I sit back down in utter disbelief. The server asks me if he could get me anything else, I ask for a glass of wine. Why would he just run off like that? He didn’t even give me a chance to respond… I think to myself. The server brings me the glass of wine and I go to give him my card to pay for it, he shakes his head and tells me it’s on the house.

I bring out my phone and text Jeongin:

Me: Innie, where did you go?

Me: I’m still here at the restaurant, you didn’t even give me a chance to say anything!

Me: Innie!

All three texts are left on delivered. I sit there and drink a glass of wine on the verge of tears.

*** Jeongin ***

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I knew she would freak out; I fucking knew it. I can’t deal with this, I gotta go. I gotta go now. The bill is paid for, she will be okay.

I look at Nia who looks in complete shock. She is taking so long to respond. I can’t handle it if she reacts badly to this. I scoot away from her as soon as the server comes back and leaves my card on the table.

“I’m so sorry!” I say as I pretty much run out of the restaurant. I flag down a taxi as soon as I get outside and tell them to take me back to the house.

How could I be so stupid, of course she wouldn’t accept me after I admit to kissing another guy. Why would she when she has the rest of my Hyungs to be with!

By the time I get back to the house, I am on the verge of crying. I walk through the door, take my shoes off and head directly to my room. Seungmin and Minho are the first to see me.

“Innie! What’s wrong!?” Seungmin asks.

“Nothing, I’m an idiot, I fucked up.” I say looking up at him.

“You told her?” He asks.

“Yeah..” I respond.

“And?” he asks.

I look at him and shrug, “She didn’t say anything, so I panicked and left…” I said as I stopped in front of him looking down at the ground.

“YOU WHAT!?” Minho asks loudly.

“Hyung… I… Left…” I respond.

“YOU LEFT A WOMAN BY HERSELF IN AN UNKNOWN PART OF A CITY IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY?” Minho is full on yelling at this point.

I look up at Minho, realizing what I have done. Minho pulls out his phone and starts texting. At this point, Chan and Felix came rushing down the stairs to see me in tears, Seungmin standing there and Minho beyond livid.

“You better pray that she is okay!” Minho says in a stern voice.

*** Nia ***

It’s been forty-five minutes and Jeongin hasn’t come back. I figured that he had probably gone home. When the server walks over, I use my google translate to ask him if he speaks English. He nods to signal he does.

“Do you know a nearby hotel? I think my friend is upset with me, so I’d rather not see him right now.” I say.

“Yes, down the road there is a hotel. I can have taxi come take you to it.” He says.

“Yes please, thank you very very much.” I smile softly.

The server walks me outside to the taxi and tells him where to take me in Japanese. He gives the driver some monies and thanks him in Japanese. He looks at me and smiles. “Stay Safe” he says. I nod and the taxi driver drives off. About ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of a small hotel. The taxi driver walks me inside and speaks to the front desk. They smile, the taxi driver bows and leaves. The hotel clerk gives me a room key and shows me to my room. Once I get into my room, I make sure to lock the door.

My phone dings:

Minho: Nia… where are you? Are you okay? Are you safe? Send me the address, I’m coming to get you right now!

Minho: Nia! Please answer me!

Me: Minho, I am fine, I just got a hotel room, I’ll be home tomorrow. My phone is dying and there is no store nearby that is open for me to grab a charger.

My phone starts to ring but before I can answer it dies completely…

Shit… this isn’t going to end well…

#fanfic #stray kids #fanfic newbie

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angelshimaa-archive · 2 years

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♡̶ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 — 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔.

⁰⁰¹ feat :: kirishima eijirou x gn!reader (fem if you squint)

⁰⁰² genre :: angst

⁰⁰³ warnings :: character death mention (not reader's), talk of marriage (he also says something about reader taking his last name) and children (not necessarily biological, but are referred to as 'little kirishimas'), gender / pronouns aren’t specified but could be seen as fem!reader if you squiiint

⁰⁰⁴pet names used :: pretty, baby, angel

⁰⁰⁵a/n :: heh I thought of angst and this just came out of me :) thanks to @softiefeli for reading and for the title, and bae I am not sorry for the tears you spilled <33 this is also reposted bc tumblr was being mean so :(

❝ i want to marry you someday. ❞

the idea has your lips curving into a small smile, your thumb grazing over the hand— his hand— that you hold lightly.

“is that so, eiji?” you look at him through tired eyes, eyes that dull a little less at the thought of such a bright future. “what makes you think i’d say yes?

the cuts and injuries on his face don’t allow his signature grin to spread as wide as the both of you would like, but the glint in the red of his irises shines the same way it does when his smile’s in full.

“because i’d make it really hard for you to refuse— ohhh, you thought i wasn’t going to pull out all the stops for you, huh?” he chuckles lightly, his body sending a slight sting of pain as punishment when it becomes too hearty. he prays you don’t see the tiny wince he gives, so he can continue to sell you his vision.

“i don’t half ass things that mean the absolute world to me, pretty. trust me, i’d do all i could to make sure you stay in my life. i’d sell you my soul if that’s what you wanted. sign it over in my own blood too.”

“okay, that’s a tad bit dramatic ei,” you laugh a little, looking down at his fingers for a short while before looking him in the eyes again.

“would it mean you say yes?” he counters, playful as ever.

“i’d say yes if you proposed to me in crocs.”

you sigh as his hand tries to grip tighter onto yours and you give him a silent warning in your gaze, urging him not to take any painful movements.

“well then, guess we have part of the outfit figured out—“

“don’t you dare, kirishima.”

his laugh sounds so good, so clear and so like him you feel the tears prick at your eyes as your own smile grows. however, you give him a ‘careful’ when he can’t hide his wince this time, holding his hand a little tighter.

god, that laugh.

“damn, brought out the last name too— guess we’re serious, huh?” he pauses, his line of sight shifting from you to the pasty white ceiling with the bright lighting.

“actually, use it as many times as you want baby, gotta familiarise yourself with the name you’ll be taking once we say ‘i do’.”

you snort, collective smiling at his cheekiness lasting longer than you thought it would’ve.

“it’s also the same name our kids would have— man i’d love to have a lot of little kirishimas too, just a whole team of little sidekicks running around our home.”

eijirou takes to painting a picture for you, bright colours hiding the white of the hospital room and contrasting the gray reality of your future— of his future as he lays in bed with you by his side.

you’re together in the artwork too. hands locked tightly together, you step into the shower of colour— the shower of life and what it could’ve been had reality not been cruel to the two of you.

yet, you dance with him in it. you dance in the forever he creates, you dance in the forever golden lighting— you dance with him.

you twirl and you twirl, spinning around with children you know the names of but will never be and blurs of faces you’ll never get to meet, laughter and promises that will never actually come to be the only soundtrack you’re granted.

still, you dance. the dying artist hasn’t looked so alive in so long, eyes locked with his muse and staying youthful as you age gracefully in the performance.

your twirling slows, footing becoming more stable as your foreheads touch, soaking in what kirishima wishes he could give you— what he wishes he had enough time for before the music draws to a close.

the laughter fades and so do the colours, washing out as you find yourself back in the hospital room, tears welling up in your eyes as he ends his elaborate vision.

“god, i wish i could marry you someday.”

eijirou’s tears can’t be stopped but he smiles as best as he can through them, grasping tighter onto your hand because that’s the only thing he feels he can hold onto.

“i know, eijirou, i know,” you try to breathe through your tears, biting down on your lower lip to refuse the sob threatening to rake through your body with enough power to shatter it.

“‘m sorry, angel. ‘m so so so sorry.”

it’s painful— reality sinking it’s claws into your relationship and splitting you apart so viciously— but you can’t do much but grasp tightly onto his hand, refusing to let go.

and until it goes limp, that’s what you promise him you’ll do.

. ˳⁺⁎˚ 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 !! ˚⁎⁺˳ .

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Happy Never After

Wordcount; 4,745

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon & Reader X Sohn Youngjae.

Characters; Kim Younghoon, Sohn Youngjae, Bae Jacob, Moon Kevin, Ji Changmin, Choi Chanhee and Bibi aka Kim Hyungseo

Warnings; Angst, Alcohol Consumption, over stimulation, edging, penetrating sex and mentions of Joy riding.

Notes; Chapter 10/12 of Learning Love earlier Chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“Y/N, please slow down,” you heard the voice behind you plead. Hands gripping around your wrists and you turned to face the panting face of Jacob. “Oh hunnie,” he said pulling you in to his grasp as soon as he noticed the tears pooling from your eyes. “Let’s take you back to mine where it’s warmer,” Jacob said as your sobbing calmed a little. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder he silently walked you the twenty minutes to his apartment.

Taking your coat when you arrived he sat you on the sofa, turning to the side to open a bottle of soju pouring two shots. Typing on his phone you sobbed silently before he sat next to you offering you a glass of Soju.

“It’s ok I’ve text the guys not to come home for a while, and text Chanhee to tell me when Younghoon left,” he smiled as you gripped round the glass. “We can talk or not or what ever,” he added as you sniffed. “Thanks,” you replied before throwing the shot to the back of your throat letting it burn. Jacob poured another shot as you looked at the glass he’s now filled.

“I think I’ve ended things with Younghoon,” you said into the silence. “I had guessed pretty much, I presume it was over his jealousy,” He asked as you nodded. “He found out that I kissed Youngjae, I think that’s why he’s become bitter about our friendship,” you said, tossing the shot down. “He was bitter because he has known for a long time that Youngjae is mad for you,” Jacob said as you tilted your head. “Youngjae fell for you the second he saw you at Chanhee’s birthday last year. He was hurt when you didn’t respond to his flirting,” he chuckled as you remembered the incident in the kitchen months later. “Then he was sad when you and Younghoon dated, yet nothing but furious when he found that it was open,” Jacob added as he poured another shot.

“So you know he rejected me then?” you asked as he nodded. “He hated every second he turned you down, but he doesn’t see you as some conquest to fill a shared ego. He sees you for your funny quirks,” he smiled as you smiled warmly at him. “He really talks so fondly over you like your his sunshine, I would even go as far as saying he’s in love with you Y/N,” he added as you felt your heart warm at the words of Youngjae’s hidden emotions. “He told me some of that at the diner,” you said as Jacob grinned. “I’m glad he did, he’s a good kid our Youngjae, with a good heart,” he smiled as the phone in his hand bleeped.

Throwing the shot to the back of your throat that made your head swarm, Jacob looked at you with concern. “Youngjae, Kevin and Bibi is on there way,” he said as you closed your eyes. Not just was you not ready to digest Your feeling for Youngjae, but you wasn’t up for seeing Bibi when she had caused the whole issue in the first place with her interfering. “On a good note Changmin’s on his way too, he’s just a couple minutes away, he’s going to take you home,” he added as your face scrunched up. “It’s ok Younghoon’s gone too,” he said realising your panic as you relaxed to his words.

“You ok?” Changmin asked when you strapped your seat belt on. “Not really but I will be,” you said as Changmin showed a sympathetic smile. “Just so you know Younghoon’s gone home with a nice sporting lip,” he smirked as you looked in horror. “Don’t look at me I wasn’t there but if I was it’d be more then a split lip. I shouldn’t have helped Chanhee to push you into meeting these guys,” he scowled looking annoyed. “It’s ok there’s been a lot of good times and it’s been fun most the time, just sometimes good times have to come to an end,” you said as he placed his palm over yours. “Plus Younghoon’s your friend so please don’t get involved. I don’t want your friendship to be caught up in my relationship. It wasn’t like you and Chanhee didn’t warn us both. So promise me to not let this get in the way of yours and any of the guys friendship,” you added as he thought for a second smiling as he started the car. As you drove away Bibi and Youngjae got out of Kevin’s Vehicle, your eyes clashing momentarily as you drove off.

Chanhee’s arms swinging around you to pull you in was what greeted you when you arrived home. “I’m so sorry baby,” he coo’s holding you tight. “For what? for me not listening to your warning,” you smiled into his chest. “But first thing first which one of you punched Younghoon?” You scoffed moving away from him to see him smirk.

“Bibi did, she wasn’t amused at him using her to get to you,” Chanhee chuckled. “That’s rich when she’s the one that ran to Younghoon to spill on me and Youngjae,” you scoffed moving to throw yourself down on to the sofa. “She didn’t spill, she just doesn’t think and says what’s on her mind,” Chanhee said joining you on the sofa. “So does this mean that you and Younghoon’s officially over?” He asked raising his eyebrows. “Yes he gave me a taste of a real relationship, and I prefer it to sharing him,” you said tucking your legs in.

“He should have done that at the beginning,” he scoffed annoyed. “Chanhee he taught me all kind of things, they all did, fun times that I really enjoyed. Just now I’ve experienced it I want so much more then that,” you said playing with your fingers. “And Sunwoo?” Chanhee asked as your eyes looked to him with his name. “He’s not settling down type neither, but he showed me that though I had fun, it wasn’t relationship worthy,” you said feeling sad that you had hurt him. “And Youngjae, the guy you never done anything with, you didn’t right?” He asked as you chuckled. “Firstly he’s not the only one, I didn’t do anything with Jacob neither,” you said shaking your head. “Jacob was never in question, that man wants a wife not a moment with the Boyz whore,” he sniggered as you deadpanned him. “And secondly he doesn’t want me now, and if I’m honest I want to go back to being my old usual quiet self,” you said thinking about the person you once was.

“Oh god please don’t she was beginning to be a boring pain in the ass,” Chanhee said scoffing as you swatted his thighs. “Come on Y/N don’t give up on Youngjae so easily, he is pure crazy about you, you should have seen him defend you earlier. He really gave Younghoon what for, saying he had pulled you into that lifestyle to then treat you like trash,” he said. “He’s a really good friend and someone I value very much but me and relationships are done,” you said standing up from the sofa. “You never experienced a real relationship to know that,” Chanhee said standing up too. “One thing I can say is out any of the guys that I know will love and cherish you and be equal, it’ll be Youngjae,” He said as you bit your lips thinking of all the things you two had experienced.

“He’s already told me he didn’t want to be with me anyway so this is moot point,” you said looking to the floor. “Possibly because of the situation not because he didn’t want you,” Chanhee said holding your shoulder. “Well we’re never know,” you said pushing your fingers through your hair. “Anyway I need a shower and to sleep for a million years,” you smiled as Chanhee pursed his lips. “Ok go have a good cry, or giggle or what ever, Love you,” he said pressing a kiss to your temple before moving out the way for you to clean yourself up.

“Right I’ve had enough,” Changmin said pushing his way into your room during your regular alone movie date. Standing in front of the tv you tried to ignore him by looking into the pot of Pringles that’s in your grasp. “Y/N it’s been months now, you can’t sit in here and mope, so I’m dressing you up and me and you are going for some fresh air, some fun,” he said Folding his arms. “I’m not moping I’m enjoying my quiet life, so hop out the way so i can continue,” you scoffed as he raised his eyebrows unmoved by your statement.

“Get your ass into the shower make yourself look pretty and let’s go,” he said clapping his hands impatiently. “I’m not a child I don’t want to go out,” you said putting up a fight.

“Right so this is what’s going to happen, you are either Going to do what I just suggested and we’re go out and have a laugh…… or I throw some water over you to freshen that stink and I take you out in the pjs your wearing, your choice,” he growled. You ignored him continuing to watch around him even though you couldn’t really see the screen. “Y/N don’t test me,” Changmin scolded. When you became defiant he stormed from the room returning moments later with a bucket of water. His eyes widened with a serious manner that you put your hand up in protest. “Good that’s what I thought, I’ll give you half an hour,” he said hugging onto the bucket. “What ever,” you replied Rolling your eyes as you made your way to the bathroom.

“Now that’s better,” Changmin said as you entered the living room to Chanhee’s wolf whistle. “Right we ready?” Changmin asked looking pleased with himself as you nodded. “Where we going anyway?” You asked. “Dinner date,” he said smiling mischievously. “What with just us two?” You scowled as he raised an eyebrow. “Love you don’t need to look In fear I’m not after that,” Changmin scoffed. “You can’t do it as good as I can,” Chanhee sniggered tossing his own snacks into his mouth. “Whatever,” you groan rolling your eyes as Chanhee smirks.

Your eyes widened when Changmin pulled up outside the diner Youngjae took you to. He looked so happy and care free you didn’t feel like you could challenge him on the location.

You had just sat down and placed your coat on the back of the booth when Changmin declared he needed the toilet, with the instruction to choose what you wanted on the menu.

Eyes scanning the list as you brushed under the milkshake choices. A slight smile on your face when the thoughts of splodges splashed on Youngjae’s face flooded you. “What would you like to order?” the waitress asked smiling at you.

“She will have the American burger meal and a Oreo Milkshake,” you heard the voice fall from behind you. Eyes finding Youngjae nervously standing behind, his eyes sucking your soul up. “Get me the same but with a strawberry milkshake,” he added as he sat. “What you doing here?” you gasped Trying to work out the situation. “I know your more clever then this, naive sometimes but yet also clever,” he chuckled as the waitress slipped away. “Changmin set us up,” Youngjae added shaking his head. “However, I must say your a better companion then him, he added placing his hand over yours that made your heart flutter.

You saw Changmin lower his head as he attempted to slip from the bathroom as you stood to dash to him. Noticing your scowls he made his way to you both as you stood there arms folded. “Don’t look at me like that, everyone knows your both mad about each other,” Changmin said holding his hand up to stop you stepping closer. “I told you I’m not ready for a relationship and he’s not interested in me like that,” you said as Youngjae stood up. “Y/N for the record I have always been interested in you, just not when you was dating someone else,” he protested as Changmin smirked looking at you. “Like I said enjoy your date, you can both thank me later,” Changmin said jogging out as your Brain was still trying to digest Youngjae’s words.

“Look this is just a date, no different to any the others we’ve had as friends, so why don’t we just sit down and enjoy ourselves,” he said taking your hands in his, clenching it slightly with a smile on his face. Nodding you slipped your hands away and sat yourself silently as Youngjae followed suit.

Before you realised it you had relaxed in his company laughing at his stories, before the night had finished he walked you home. Enjoying a stroll around the pond, he showed you how to pebble skim. Before you had realised your date was over and you was saddened to see him go. “Fancy a coffee? I’m sure Chanhee will like to see you?” You asked as he nodded.

Making the way in to the apartment you was stunned to see it dark and empty. Where Chanhee was just mooching on the sofa a few hours prior was bare. The bottles of Soju and two glasses on the kitchen side had you realise that Chanhee and Changmin had considered the prospect of bringing him back home.

“You quiet you ok?” Youngjae asked as you pointed to the soju, “Changmin’s clearly not finished interfering,” you smirked as he nodded looking impressed with his hyung’s forward thinking. “Interfering or slapping two heads together,” Youngjae chuckled as he grabbed the soju and glasses to sit on the sofa, patting the empty space for you to join. “I’m going to slap his head that’s for sure,” you moan as Youngjae smile widens. “He’s a sneaky trier but if I’m honest I’m not complaining,” Youngjae adds filling the shot glasses.

“Youngjae I don’t think I’m ready to have a relationship, especially after the last one fell apart so horribly,” you explain. He placed his hands over your thighs, eyes burning into you that has your heart thundering. “You and Younghoon never had a real relationship, I would never look at another person let alone leave you,” he said letting his fingers lace with yours that had the desire to kiss him explode through. “Also I’m not expecting anything, if friendship is all that’s on offer I’ll happily sit there and be just that, your friend,” he said tilting his head.

You slipped your fingers from his, as you tried to analyse your thoughts, fears and desires. Pouring the shot glasses Youngjae slipped from his emotional moment, stifling a chuckle when the liquid went slightly over the rim. “Do you need a bigger glass,” he sniggered. “Just shut up and drink your shot,” you said playfully, “let’s remember to not make this a competition, I remember a time your competitive shot drinking ended with you falling at my feet,” he teased tossing his shot back.

Face blushing like crazy as you reminisced over the moment when you stupidly knocked yourself out. “Your not going to pass out again,” he teased as you realised you zoned out. Rolling your eyes you take yours back tssking into the air. Chuckling as he pours another shot he passes one to you as he takes his. “Let’s do this one together,” he smirks as you nod feeling his challenge. Throwing them back after the countdown he fills a third, but this time he links his arms with yours, letting his glass lean against your lips. “Ready,” he grins mischievously as you struggle under his expression. While he pours his shots down your mouth almost successfully, minus a few dribbles down your chin. You managed to miss his mouth as most the liquid falls to his white silky shirt.

“Shit sorry,” you cry as you stand up in horror while he chuckles. “I’ll get a towel” you gasp rushing to the kitchen for the tea towel to toss it at him. The shirt becoming see through had your nub throb seeing his defined chest. But nothing prepared you for his bronzed six pack when he tossed his shirt off to the floor after standing off the sofa.

Struggling to function you inwardly dribbled watching him use the towel to attempt to dry his chest off. “You going to fall at my feet again?” he teased noticing your eyes. “Sorry, I’m,” “checking me out you can be honest,” he cut in standing closer to you. “I wasn’t doing that,” you lied as he smirked even more fully aware of your denial. “Sure, I presume you was just annoyed at the mess I’m making drying myself off, maybe you could do a better job,” he suggested as his hands placed the towel in your palm.

“Well I’m waiting,” he said playfully. Cheeks burning red you patted his chest down with the towel, his heavy breathing blowing fanned air into your face. He smelt so deliciously, that the urge to kiss him was burning through you. Imagining what he would feel to have that perfect body flush against yours had your panties feel damp.

As if you couldn’t take it no more you grabbed his wrist, you attempted to drag him towards your room, but he dug his heel in. The burn of rejection stinging as your hands slipped from his. “I’m not saying I don’t want this because fuck me Y/N i do, but I won’t be another lesson for you, I want to be much more,” he said with pain and desire mixed in his eyes. As if a pang of courage drove through you your lips fell to his as he stepped back instantly. “Son Youngjae I need one more last lesson, the lesson of love, a real relationship,” you said cupping his face with your hands. You watched as the soft eyes of his turned a darkened lust filled.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Youngjae said huskly that you felt your core melt. “Because Y/N as a boyfriend, I’m going to destroy you,” he threatens, his eyes widening. “Then get to my room and destroy me,” you plead.

As if the cards have changed he grabs your wrist impatiently dragging you to your room. Not caring for the state of snack central and messiness, which was odd as you knew he suffered with ocd. He threw you onto the bed, Standing at the foot, he unbuttons his jeans, his eyes swallowing you whole. Hands dashing to remove your own clothes, he wiggled his fingers infront of you. “Oh Babe, only I’m allowed to take those clothes off,” he growls that has you feel your body buzz to the excitement. Letting his jeans fall to the floor, boxers following you choke as you take his impressive width. “I take it you like,” he asks playfully as you nod, certain that dribble is falling from your lips.

Crawling onto the bed, he kisses your ankles letting goosebumps fall up your body. Kisses following up your thigh that hooks over his shoulder, lips fall on to your stomach. Hands sinking under you to cup your ass he lifts them as his teeth forms around the elastic of your panties. Manoeuvring you with ease, he helps to remove your panties with his teeth, sitting up on his heel with them hanging from his mouth to show off.

“Like to see you take my dress off with your teeth,” you tease as he lets the fabric fall from his mouth. “Challenge accepted,” he says Sliding his tongue down his inner cheek that has your core clench around nothing. Flipping you onto your stomach he lays on top of you feeling his member digging against your ass. Hands locking with yours his lips find your bare exposed neck rocking into you as his hands hold your waist. Kissing over the fabric of your clothing you feel tugging from your dress as he uses his mouth to pull the zip down. Hands falling to your ass as he lifts himself off you to help complete the task.

“I’m still wearing it though,” you scoff playfully as he tuts, “Babe I’m not finished,” he coos. Lips finding there way to your collarbone he kisses along using his teeth to pull the straps down. Repeating on the other side he nips the skin slightly earning a yelp. Teeth finding the clasp of your bra your sniggering stops when his teeth and tongue unclasp’s you.

“Not laughing now are you,” he says Flipping you onto your back. Lips suckling along your cleavage happily putting blemishes to mark you. He helps to lower the fabric to expose your breasts, hands cupping the naked flesh, he happily plays with them.

Lips returning to the task, his hands lift your ass once more while his lips help to tug the dress from your hips. Smirking as he reaches the end of his challenge, he tugs the dress down your legs which you was kind to help lift. Tossing the clothing from his mouth he licks his finger and mimics a 1 in the air to insinuating having one over you.

Lips falling to yours, his warm body on top of you feels heavenly as he lets his tongue explore your mouth. Slowly and intimate kisses continue as he rolls himself against you. Each connection is your heat against each other, has you both suckle down the moans. Fingers falling to your nub they roll around your sensitive bud as he sucks down more of your cry’s.

Pushing your pelvis to meet his, he carefully slips inside you. Stilling while you feel him smirk against you your hand falls to his ass, as you struggle a little with the stretch. “You feel so good Y/N,” he compliments, the sound of your name against your lips has you clench around him. “Fuck, you hug me so well,” you suckle down, before he sets his pace. Rubbing against your Gspot, his member helps to entice a orgasm straight upon you. Tethering as nails dig into his shoulder, cry’s to warn him your close fall from your lips. “Babe let go, but know I’m fucking you all night long,” he threatens having left your lips to look into your eyes. The way he steals your soul added with the bite of his lip is enough to push you over the edge.

Waiting from your orgasm afterglow to lift he flips you so your on top of him. “Ride me like you own me,” he growls challenging you to set the pace. Lifting your ass you let your core focus on the tip, not letting yourself drop to take him whole. Growls as frustration sets in leaves sniggers to leave your lips. Hands falling to your waist he takes control, pulling you down as he thrusts himself heavily up in to you. Cry’s fill the air as he continues the rhythm, his strength not letting you squirm away as he controls the situation. Leaning himself to sit up, his lips find your breasts as his teeth graze along your nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure being intoxicating as you help to meet his thrusts. His cock helps to pull a tethering orgasm as you clench around him to attempt to pull back on losing yourself. Intense suckling however, forces you to fall victim to his cock as you convulse around him. Moans spilling from his own lips as your wall massages his member.

Slipping himself out of you in what you expect is him avoiding his own release he orders you on to all fours. “What’s that?” He whispers as his hands rub down your spine. You know he’s found your scar, and you had wondered as no one had mentioned it if it had faded. “Car crash, when I was younger,” you pant, your core relieved for the rest. “I want to kiss it better,” he says as his lips fall to your back, kissing the scar from the night Chanhee’s high school friend had encouraged you to joy ride. It was the very night that had you close yourself off after years of surgery. Hands rubbing as he massages the scar as If he was trying to kiss the thoughts away. Your ass rubbed alongside his throbbing cock brought him back from his caring side.

Being sensitive that you whined when he enters you from behind, being spurred from your butt tease. Hands tug at your hair while he pulls on them as his thrusts become heavy. “I’m going to keep making you cum, till you beg me to stop,” he pants, letting you know his darkened side returned. The feeling of him filling you has your wall clench around him. Fucking you in this position for what feels like eternity is just a never ending pit of heaven. His depth hitting against your cervix, moans more high pitched has your orgasm slowly building. But unlike the previous times when your thrown over the edge, your body goes limp letting himself slip from you as you convulse on the bed, seeing white as your body jolts under the powerful orgasm he threw into you.

“Look at you all fucked out, you ready to plead yet,” he whispers into your ear as he bites on to your lobe. “I enjoy torturing you but I really want you to beg,” he coos as his fingers roll down the curve of your back making you arch.

Laying on top of you, he sinks himself in as a mixture of cry and whine’s moan from you. Your not sure you could endure another powerful orgasm but you wasn’t yet prepared to surrender. Deep panting by your ears however, drives you crazy as well as feeling unpowered as he fucks you into the mattress. Hands linking with his, teeth graze over your ear lobe, “just say the word Babe,” he suggests speeding his pace. Your cervix being fucked hard, has nothing against him as you feel your body shake feverishly as you feel another orgasm build. Like you fear it, your hands tighten around His, “oh Babe, you close again,” he whispers once more. Body limping, as you slump into the mattress, cry’s filling the air as this one seems to hold on tight as you take a while to come down. “Oh Babe there getting longer, wonder if the next one will make you lose your mind,” he chuckles.

Flipping you onto your back you shake the second he slams into you, you know you can’t take no more. “Baby please,” you cry as he sets a higher pace ignoring you. “Youngjae, please please,” you beg as he smirks, “please what Babe,” he pants smirking. “I can’t, I can’t do this,” you cry with tears pooling by your eyes. “One more, we’re cum together,” he says pointing his finger Under your chin to let his lips steal some kisses. Concentration on his face he focuses on his own, eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping from his face as well as down his neck, that has you feeling as if your loosing your mind.

“I love you Y/N,” he coos sweetly as his thighs shake, “cum with me babe please,” he pleads. Walls clenching around you to his words, your walls pull an orgasm from him as they milk his hot seed inside you. His high pitched screams of your name is what sends you into the most strongest orgasms you’ve experienced. Eyes rolling at the back of your head as your body heavily convulse around him, you pass out momentarily. Coming to only when Youngjae gently slaps your face to bring you around. “First you fall at my feet, now you faint from my cock,” he sniggers as you catch your breath.

Spooning you from behind he kisses your shoulders as you recover your energy. “Babe sleep some more before I fuck you again, I plan to fuck my girlfriend all night long,” he smirks as you feel the most secure in the world finally having your man.

However, you wasn’t prepared for your past to be used against you now you was finally happy. Sleeping heavenly tucked up in the safety of Youngjae’s arms, while someone was planning to end your relationship that had only barely started.

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TCL 2x02 recap

Guess who’s back with even more thoughts?? 2x02 time let’s gooo

Ugghhhh the location of this ‘prison’ is gonna haunt me I stg. These damn hills are so familiar to me and yet I cannot pinpoint where the bloody thing is. Looks like this will be on my list to hunt down next year ugh

Okay all of these security checks seem excessive when there is literally going to be a glass barrier between them anyway?? Also last ep Nadia got to bring in her bag but it seems like Thony didn’t? C'mon show I need consistency here lol. Tbh I’m sad that they don’t get to use the visitation room from 1x10 anymore, bc lbr we all know how much I wanted them to be able to touch their feet together under the table bc they can't hold hands lol

Anyway the important thing is that my boy is back on his feet, which makes me want to know how long has passed since his attack? Like a week? Seems like an appropriate amount of time to recover from multiple stab wounds and to be back in GenPop… tbh it can’t really be longer than a week given the state of his facial swelling. Also I’m gonna assume that he and Thony haven’t spoken since the call last ep, but he’s probably been able to speak to Nadia, and she has passed on updates to both sides?? So Thony knows about the attack, and he knows about Marco, even if neither of them have details?

But oh man the utter dismay on Thony’s face when she sees him, this is what I live forrrr. Did he know that his visitor was her? Or did he assume it was Nadia, and that’s why he looked like he was steeling himself to deal with her drama (lbr, she’s highly-strung lol) when he walked in?? But ugh instead he seems to slump a little and gives a sigh when he sits down across from her; he looks so tired and I love that he doesn’t have to hide that in front of her the way he would for Nadia

“Look what they did to you”-- omg. This is literally the closest to wearing her heart on her sleeve that Thony has ever gotten and I'm dying?? The emotion in it?? The very not-platonic intensity??? Ngl I also love that her first words are such an inane statement, like she is literally so overwhelmed rn that she can barely even do words. (especially since the words that were probably screaming in her head from the moment she saw him were some very intense ones in Khmer, and I would have died to have heard her speak those aloud lol)

But wait wtf excuse me how dare the scene cut there??? That better not be all we get or I will riot???

Also ugh Garrett. I don’t caaaare about you. Although it is handy that our baes are still able to go ahead and bribe the judge lol. Wait, Russo is leaving to go to Miami? I wonder if this is a plot thing or a ‘the actor wants out’ thing?? I will actually miss her ugh

Oh thank god we’re back at the prison. (words that people other than me probably never say lol). And okay I love that she literally came to visit Arman the moment he was out of the infirmary, even before Nadia it seems?? And ugh he asks about Luca (again, I’m assuming he already knew about Marco through Nadia, and lbr I’m probably going to do a fill-in fic for the rest of the conversation at some point lol) but anyway oh lord “how are you holding up?” and THEN “I feel like I’ve failed everyone” followed by DIRECT EYE CONTACT and ugghhhhh he knows she’s not just talking about Marco and Luca anymore and god he looks like he wants to hug her so badly (that little head tilt as he leans in?? help??) and he immediately makes it clear that he doesn’t blame her and she shouldn’t blame herself either ughhh. Also I love the choice the writers made here by having him be so soft when reassuring Thony and then only getting sharp/frustrated when talking about Nadia hahaha

“Be careful in here”/“That’s not how you survive”-- Wow, what a great character study in only a handful of words?? Also this feels like it’s going to be one of the themes this season, like the S2 version of “not the right way or the wrong way, but any way you can”. But oh man poor Thony is going to be extra worried about him now… as she watched him walk away, was she suddenly afraid that this might be the last time she'd ever see him alive??

Garrett has a very impressive habit of showing up where he’s not wanted. (Although to be fair, he’s not wanted anywhere, so…). Ngl though it does look kinda bad for her to be visiting Arman at this point in time given that she’s meant to be the grieving widow. Also “I know you had nothing to do with your husband’s death” sure sounds a lot like “I suspect that you had something to do with your husband’s death” lol. But he actually genuinely does seem to want to help her still, which he chooses to do by not shutting up about her staying away from Arman. Good luck with that one, buddy. God I love how pissed she looks when he brushes off Arman’s attack as ‘bad guys taking each other out’ omg. Honestly how was I ever afraid that this show would try to pull a Garrett/Thony/Arman love triangle, she literally cannot stand him like 90% of the time and it’s glorious hahahahaaaaaaa

“I’m here because Arman saved Luca’s life, and he deserves to know that he’s safe”. omg. Thony. That is… that is so incredibly weak?? like at least come up with a better explanation?? She literally basically went with “oh yeah my boss helped get surgery for my son like a two and a half weeks ago so now I am visiting him in prison to tell him that my son is now safe and sound after being abducted by his now-dead father, which was an event that by all accounts he should have had no idea about in the first place.” WHY WOULD THIS CONCERN YOUR TOTALLY PLATONIC ‘BOSS’, THONY? Like god you are doing an amazing job of announcing to Garrett that yours and Arman’s relationship is far more than just professional (though lbr, they all already know this lol.)

Oh hi again, ABQ airport! I remember you well haha. Also omg Fi’s dad is so little? And her mum is beautiful, wow– though she really doesn’t look much older than Fi herself haha. This is going to irk me a tiny bit but I guess I can roll with the idea she had kids very young?? And damn Thony really is persona non grata with these guys huh? So much for “my mother always loved you more than me” like Fi said in early S1…

Oh wow it feels weird to get subtitles for the Tagalog?? I’m so used to the show making us just figure it out ourselves. But I guess they were a bit more necessary to follow the plot this time. Also the cheerfulness/excitement of the greeting at home feels a bit weird considering they’re there because of a death in the family, but I guess it is a pretty special reunion/first meeting all the same? Man bereavement is weird.

Okay I am going to need to go back and look at kitchen scenes from S1 bc I stg there wasn’t a door there before. And who has a front door that opens directly into the kitchen anyway?? But I do like the look of this Detective Flores, she seems badass (and that accent is hot), even if her presence is immediately stressful lol. I'll ignore the fact that there's no way it would have taken a detective this long to come and question Thony about Marco though, it's been like a week!! Anyway I love that after the extremely uncomfortable response to her questioning/accidentally starting a family fight she’s like ‘ok yeah I’mma go’ and Thony is immediately like ‘oh god thank you’ lolll

Okay potentially unpopular opinion here, but I just can’t see Nadia and Robert as being a thing?? I mean I could believe that they were previously together (he’s handsome and rich, and Nadia is very attracted to power, after all), but they don’t have the chemistry of two people who were once in love. He has more the vibe of someone who is looking at something he once possessed and wants to add back to his collection, not someone who actually genuinely cared about her. And tbh I think Naveen is amazing but I just don’t think he was the right casting for this role at all. But idk who knows, maybe he’ll change my mind. I guess I was just hoping for someone amazing who would really sweep Nadia off her feet and out of the way of Armony lol

I enjoy this guy’s comment about Arman ‘taking the crown’-- feels like a nod to 1x10 (“The Crown” lol). Also lbr I would want to have Arman on my prison crew too lol. But oh shit he’s really gonna go after Hayak??

I don’t even have kids and I’m annoyed on Thony’s behalf at Lolo trying to parent her child for her lol. Shut your face, buddy, you can’t exactly give parenting advice when your son turned out to be an asshole and your daughter moved to another country to be away from you. Also, telling her she spoils Luca? Pot calling the kettle black much??

“Everything I did, I did for my son” man those words are starting to sound almost worn out now, like she’s repeated them so many times by this point– but lbr we all know that that’s not the whole truth Thony. But awww at Fi defending her, I love these sisters-by-choice <3

“You made my son feel like he was not enough” excuse me that sounds like a Marco problem, not a Thony problem??? God why don’t people just go to goddamn therapy and stop blaming everyone else for their own shit?? Also HELL NO you are not taking Luca back to the philippines lol, I legit dare you to try get him away from Thony the Mama Bear without losing a limb lol

Huh Thony’s bed is gone?? Did they move it while the guests are there or has she been sleeping in with Luca now that he doesn’t need the infection control anymore??

Oooh I found this location (where Chris sits on the curb after riding his bike) too! Literally recognised the building from a distance while driving on the interstate haha. Though it's a shame I didn't realise that it was the curb itself that was the important part lol. I also love that there are literally crew in the background of the shot while he was riding the bike lol, I haven’t seen the show have an ‘error’ like that before

Super cool shot with the train going past in the background! Still pissed I can’t figure out where the prison is haha. Also goddamn Arman is badass, casually sitting there bleeding through his shirt while staring Hayak down. We stan a sexy ruthless king lol

Aw, looks like Thony got her buddha necklace back from Garrett in the end! I kind of also love that she’s wearing it too bc I’m certain that Marco and his parents are catholic lol. What a power move/symbol that she follows her own path rather than theirs. Also it’s interesting to learn that Marco was a few years older than Fi– he was such a brat that I assumed he was the younger brother until she referred to him by ‘Kuya” (a term for an older brother/relative) in the last ep...

Nadia’s voice sounds deeper and older on this phone call?? Maybe alll this stress with Arman has aged her lol. I really do feel for her… but not enough to not be cheering for Armony haha

Damn Thony really is desperate to keep Arman safe if she is risking missing her own husband’s funeral to help get him out?? That’s what you call endgaaaaame lol

I cannot stress enough how much I do not care about Garrett and Maya lol *mentally fast forwards through scene*

Robert: *brusquely gestures at Thony with a pool cue* Me: oh I think I hate him? Robert: *makes Thony strip off right in front of him, and even makes her let him help undress her* Me: oh I definitely 100% hate him IMMEDIATELY AND FOREVER. Honestly, what an absolute bastard. Nadia is way too good for him, how could she ever even consider being with him again?? I’m so incredibly pissed about this moment for many reasons, mostly from the act of emotional violence that it is, and oh man I hope Arman finds out about it and tears Robert apart with his bare hands for disrespecting Thony like that…

Ngl though, I kind of do love that she clearly only went through with it bc it was for Arman. Our girl really is ride or die for him ugh. Also, “No one pays attention to the cleaning lady”-- except Arman did, from the moment he saw you. Ugghh help me. And ugh Robert talking about making her clean stressed me out so much. I hate this creep SO MUCH.

“You remind me of [Marco]”-- not the compliment you think it is, Lola. Poor Chris is having a Bad Time lol

Feeling super annoyed that this incredibly unrealistic prison infirmary setup is preventing me from enjoying shirtless Arman undisturbed lol (because holy hell, Thony needs to burn all of this man’s shirts so we get treated to this view all the time haha). But yeah, as someone who has worked (admittedly, only briefly) in a prison infirmary in the past, this setup is legit ridiculous lol. But then again, it is the US, so maybe that's just how things are done over there haha

“No one can pin me down” / “Unfortunately, neither could your wife” okay dude I don’t want Russo to leave, the only good part of Garrett’s scenes are when she (or Thony) is absolutely dragging him lol

Nadia speaks French?? That’s hot. (As is everything she does, lbr.)

Wait, is Garrett at the funeral bc he suspects Thony has something to do with the money? Or with Marco’s death? Or did he come intending to pay his respects but then got a weird vibe? Like dude why do you keep showing up everywhere, I’m sick of your face

That’s one very expensive orchid.

Okay I cannot believe that this show not only gave us shirtless Arman being patched up (ps dear prison doctor, I will trade places with you any time), but it also gave us an entire shirtless fight scene in the showers??? The TCL writers are benevolent gods and I am their most grateful subject lol. Ngl I may have paused this scene quite a bit… for, uh, science. Also bless you wonderful gifmakers for already taking care of this lol. Tbh I'm slightly upset about the fact that this ep gave us the gloriousness that is both Thony and Arman half-naked, and yet it was in totally separate (and somewhat unfortunate) scenes lol. A goddamn tragedy tbh. And ok ngl I now have a sudden desperate need for Thony to see Arman shirtless.... c'mon writers you know you wanna do it

Anyway, respect to Hayak for actually taking on Arman himself, though we all know he wouldn’t have dared if Arman wasn’t already significantly wounded lol. He knows he’s outmatched otherwise. Also daaamn, the knot on this freaking towel is the strongest thing in the universe apparently?? lol. Another tragedy haha. And okay I know I’m going on and on about this, but literally HOW was he so unsupervised in the infirmary that he could possibly get hold of something like that?? (What is it supposed to be, anyway?? Bc I know what medications are likely to be stored in a cupboard like that and I know what medications could conceivably kill that fast and there is not a whole lot of crossover there lol)

But anyway yeah the whole syringe thing is ridiculous but I will roll with it lol. Just as i will ignore the even more ridiculous “I always loved you more than my own son” hahahaha. (Tbh there’s been a little bit of cliched dialogue in this ep but I will overlook it out of love). But damn, “It won’t be long now. Your heart will seize and it’ll be done” actually does sound pretty badass?? Moral of the story, DO NOT FUCK WITH ARMAN MORALES lol

(although ok I gotta question how he’s not going to get caught for this murder? Any death in custody gets an automatic autopsy, and they’ll find the injection site, and surely there’s cameras around the infirmary that show he was just there earlier, soooo? But nvm it’s fiction so *shrug*)

Man the dynamic between Chris and Luca is going to be so fascinating now. And imagine like an 18 year old Luca finding out that his cousin-brother killed his father? Tho lbr by that point Arman will be the only father he remembers :P

I like Fi’s mum and I love that Fi finally got to hear that she’s proud of her, but tbh I still can’t excuse the terrible parenting for Fi’s whole life. “We thought that you were stronger” BRO SHE WAS A CHILD??? Good lord.

The dad though??? Like I know all too well the impact that grief and loss can have, but damn the entitlement of him wanting to basically steal Luca to use him as a do-over of Marco? Gross. And acting like Luca’s connection to him through Marco gives him more of a right to have Luca than Luca’s own mother???? C’mon now. So glad Thony called him out on it and put her foot down, even if the issue didn’t actually get clearly resolved….

Okay EXCUSE ME WHAT. Are the writers kidding me with this imagery of Arman leaving his prison and walking free out into the light, overlaid with Thony reciting a sacrament so fitting that it could have been written solely for him???? I feel like I fucking ascended to a higher plane during this scene, bc jesus christ I have been to some of the most famous places of worship in the world and yet none of them felt as holy as my couch did while I experienced this moment. Not only did it have that sense of connected-even-at-a-distance that the ‘Someone To Watch Over Me’ scene in 1x07 evoked, but it took it even further, because even though this scene very clearly involved them engaging with their respective spouses (indirectly in Thony’s case of course), it was undeniably an Armony scene, and I’m sorry but I am going to be an utter mess about this forever?? And the fact that the writers chose to have Nadia remove his sunglasses– symbolically removing a ‘mask’ and letting him see the light– rather than showing the two of them kissing (even though I’m sure they probably did kiss, only moments later, though I’m grateful we didn’t have to see it lol) was legit incredible and have I mentioned I’m in love with this entire writers’ room or??????

Ugh okay that's all for now, but I guess I'll see you all next week for more of this show sending me literally insane. Help.

#The Cleaning Lady #Armony #TCL recaps #help me god

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.28--Episodes 14-15

I have watched through S3E15; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—I think Bae’s death might’ve destroyed me even more than Rumple’s death. I didn’t really believe Rumple would be killed permanently. This one I do believe. What’s the point of bringing Rumple back if he can’t be with his son anymore?

—Rumple finally gave up the dagger for Bae. How dare that be in the same episode as Bae’s death! It’s too tragic.

—Tryna be positive here…it’s pretty hard. There were a lot of things about these episodes I adored, but A) I’m too focused on crying over Bae to remember them well, and B) many of them were related to Bae and Rumple.

—In this episode, I noticed that Bae’s face just lights up when he smiles. He has the most gorgeous smile lines around his eyes.

—I totally believe in bi4bi Rumbelle. Rumple’s seemed a lil fruity to me (on vibes only) since, like, day one. Belle’s outfit in the fairytale world, particularly the vest, is enough to encourage this headcanon. And it’s my headcanon, so I can have it either way. *shrugs* *dabs*

—Emma wanting to keep Henry’s old memories from him forever is really selfish. He has—well, now, only one other parent—but he has other family members who miss him. It’s especially cruel to Regina to want Henry in the dark. And it’s also not fair to Henry, because that was his real life, and because he deserves to know that he has another mom, a good man for his (dead) father, two grandfathers, and a grandmother.

—Snow’s pregnancy clothes are super cute. She’s got this adorable pink jacket that I absolutely love.

—I firmly believe that all of our heroes have a single braincell between them, and that the Wicked Witch has stolen it already. They’re all acting exceptionally stupid right now. This random lady they’ve never met shows up, claiming to have been a friend of one of Snow’s friends, and just happens to be well-versed in being a midwife? How is that not s u s at all, especially with the Wicked Witch running around?

—I was just thinking about how sweet Hook and Bae’s relationship could be, and now I’ll never get to see it again. They did that on purpose.

—And now Rumple is back in his basement cage. He’s completely under the Wicked Witch’s control. And he has nothing to ruminate on but his son’s death. There is literally nothing good in his life.

—Regina’s caught on to Robin being her soulmate. I hope she can work out her complicated feelings about that and start something with him.

—Rumple did look *fine* when he was resurrected from that goo. Although, his resurrection is now part of emotional damage, so…I can’t help looking back on that with a truckload of salt.

—Seriously, this sucks. I can’t stand it.

—I don’t think it would be possible for me to hate the Wicked Witch any more than I already do. Also, I’m bummed that it looks like I won’t actually be seeing most of the other Oz characters.

—That fear shadow thingy was freaky as hell. The glitchy way it moved was hideous. But it’s also a fun little philosophical idea, I guess.

—Rapunzel’s dress and tiara were ridiculously gorgeous. So shimmery and fancy. Also, Rapunzel being brunette from the start is interesting, although it doesn’t seem her hair has any magic in it. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that part.

—Actually, her entire introduction was little weird. I would’ve expected it to be a slightly more important event than a side quest for Charming. On the other hand, that’s refreshing. It somewhat allays my fears that the more modern princesses are going to hog the spotlight. (Especially the Frozen princesses. They terrify me.)

—They really need to work on a memory restoration for Henry. Him not knowing Regina is hurting me. Also, the fact that he doesn’t believe in magic anymore is depressing.

—I can’t believe we went through all of that just for Baelfire to die. It’s so unfair.

—I want Regina to smoke that Witch. I will admit, I’m impressed that OUAT can make that green biddy into even a little bit of a serious threat, but I don’t believe for a second that she’s more powerful than Regina. —If Rumple is forced to kill someone I or he cares about, I might have to quit the show.

—It was pretty stupid of Emma to leave Rumple in the forest by himself. Maybe it wouldn’t do any good to bring him with, considering the Wicked Witch has his dagger, but leaving him there? Not the most intelligent move Emma’s ever made.

—Charming is also the dumbest man alive not to have realized Snow was pregnant—or at least the most oblivious.

—His guilt over having to send Emma away is a decent plot bit, though. That scene where he dreamed about teaching her to dance for her first ball was so sad. It makes sense, and it will no doubt make thing with the new baby a little bit tense, and I’m all here for that.

—I’ve reached the end of the post, and even though I’ve found some positives, I’m still not over Bae’s death. Parents shouldn’t have to watch their children die—that’s that, the end, period. Stuff like Bae’s death, or like Philip Hamilton’s death in Hamilton, is painful to watch.

—It took me forever, but I finally realized that Emma was also Cassidy Sharp in This Is Us (which is, by the way, possibly the best family drama I’ve other seen, other than OUAT). Don’t know what triggered the epiphany, but it happened.

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Could we possibly learn more about your D&D character(s)? :D

YEAH!!! Thanks for asking :D!! My group used to do one-shots every time someone in the group couldn't make it so I've had like 15 characters haha I'll tell you about the two I'm playing now and my all-time favorite character I've played.

We have a side campaign run by Raven that takes place in Strixhaven and we do this campaign when too many people are missing from our main one. My character for this campaign is a Leonin wizard named Gringdor Kethu (the R's in Gringdor are rolled). He was raised by a gay Dwarf couple and I wrote him to have the most wholesome backstory possible lol. They love him so much and support all of his hobbies and are paying for his way through college. Gringdor wants to study theology at Strixhaven.

Gringdor's personality at the start of the campaign was pretty stuffy and arrogant, but the dice had other plans about that!!!! He rolls bad on EVERYTHING. EVERY SINGLE THING. It's so funny. The first time we got into combat poor Gringdor whiffed like EVERY HIT and then we had a dance class where he tripped and knocked down a bunch of people. He's soooooo pathetic but he's very optimistic and he's trying his best!!!

I did our tokens for this campaign in watercolors and based them on the original UK covers for Harry Potter. Here's Gringdor's:

Our current main campaign is run by Nuns and is a homebrew scifi/fantasy mixture setting with space travel and cyberpunk elements. The party recently got consumed by Rylox, an elder deity, and isekai'd to a medieval fantasy setting. I'm playing Mirasaran Tokhubileh (Mira) in this setting. He's a half-Orc/half-Tiefling (he uses the half-Orc stats but looks mostly like a Tiefling) pact of the old one warlock and his patron, Nyarlathotep (Gnarly), turned out just to be a rather wimpy messenger of Rylox and the other elder deities.

The medieval setting the group is in right now is eternally night and the people there worship the Twin Suns, Sigma Yol and Serrenna, and recognized Mira's magic as being related to Rylox, who is basically the anti-christ to them. One of our party members, Zab, was created by the Twin Suns. Most of the party kind of has this "friends because they have to be" dynamic but Mira and Zab are actually pretty good friends despite their powers coming from totally opposite places haha. They've butted heads on it before, but Mira got his powers unwillingly and doesn't always want to do what Gnarly does (which is usually kill and eat innocent people lol). Mira's sort of getting into the idea of killing people though because he's fed up with being pushed around by other people.

I drew all our tokens for this campaign in a sort of 1980s anime inspired style. Here's Mira's:

and his ref sheet:

My ALL TIME dnd bae is the second character I ever made for dnd. My buddy Shottie and I tried doing a campaign with this guy named Wolf but everyone got busy with work n stuff so the group dissolved. I played a character named Daemedes (half-Orc paladin) for that and Shottie played Nekeesk, Dae's bff, who was a Kobold necromancer. Then we found a new group through Reddit and ran Curse of Strahd. I didn't want to have to manage spell slots n stuff so I made a Tiefling barbarian based on one I was playing in Neverwinter at the time, Steel Flexmeat, but I didn't want to ruin the vibe of the setting bringing his name over like that and I changed it to Stahl Flexicarnosus (a pseudonym).

I wanted Stahl to be an outgoing asshole jock-type character but our DM back then (not Nuns, our current DM) wanted us to do character voices and I was too shy to so Stahl became introverted. He was still kind of a bastard but instead of rubbing it into peoples' faces, he let his actions speak for him instead.

Our Curse of Stahd campaign was kinda rushed by our DM and I wasn't really satisfied with how it went so when we got our current DM, Nuns, I brought Stahl back for our Ravnica campaign. I talked to him about working Stahl's CoS lore in with Ravnica since Rav's got a bunch of planeswalking nonsense going on anyway. Stahl's lore ended up that when the CoS party went to kill Stahd, the magic they activated to permanently kill Strahd and stop him from resurrecting forever went sideways and Stahl got blasted to another dimension: Ravnica.

In Ravnica, Stahl ended up joining the Gruul Clans (Zhur Taa specifically; Gruul was like the Mad Max raider faction) and decided that he was going to summon Ilharg the Raze Boar in the hopes that causing a cataclysmic amount of damage to this plane might warp him either back to the CoS plane or even the plane he came from originally (CoS itself was a separate dimension Stahl had fallen into). Shottie brought Nekeesk back for this campaign too and we had some moments where I got to play Daemedes again. It was cool.

Stahl ended up joining with the party because he was chosen by the Gruul Clans to go to this super boring meeting that all of the guilds of Ravnica had been called to attend because he was like the "new guy" and a bit of an outcast. It turned out that Nicol Bolas was returning and was going to blow the whole place up. Stahl could not care less.

A bunch of crazy stuff went down and basically Stahl became the vessel of Ilharg a few weeks before the party had a showdown with Nicol Bolas. Stahl turned into a giant flaming boar monster and fought Bolas with the rest of the party on top of these floating islands in the sky. It was sikkkkkkkkk. We were SO CLOSE to party wiping. Ilharg's essence made Stahl want to burn and destroy everything around him so whenever it was my turn to attack, I also had to roll to make sure that Stahl stayed in control of himself and didn't start attacking the party. The rolls were insane. I had to beat like a 15 or something and rolled higher than that like 5 times in a row.

After the party killed Nicol Bolas, they all kind of scattered in different directions. Stahl still had Ilharg's essence in him so he went back to the Gruul wasteland so if he accidentally flaming boar god installed again, he'd only melt cacti and stuff until he calmed down again. This was like 3 years before I got into GG btw, which I think is hilarious. I was so close to accidentally reverse engineering Tiefling Sol Badguy hahaha

Anyway, I've drawn Stahl a LOT. Our DM uses this cute token pack so I drew our party's tokens based on it. Here's Stahls:

And his post-Ravnica reference sheet:

I've got entries on my Toyhouse for Mira and Stahl, but not Gringdor or most of the other characters I've played:

#asks #theskyprism #oc #ocs #oc stahl #oc mira #I THINK I have tags for them on this blog?#LONG POST

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sevlgi · 3 years

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hit and run

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: a shit ton of angst, some fluff

contents: idol!rosé, actress!y/n, closeted!rosé, costar!au, slight enemies-to-lovers, unhappy endings because i’m a bitch, a lot of attempted cinematic parallels, italicized dialogue is when they’re speaking as their characters

warnings: slight homophobia

synopsis: There’s absolutely no reason for you to get involved with a costar who you should hate by all accounts. But of course, you manage to forget that love is usually more like a hit-and-run than a cruise ship.

a/n: while i was writing this, i imagined this as what happened before rosie sang “gone”, so maybe you can think of it like that too? i’m honestly so terrified of this flopping lmao...

for a little background on the film: Y/N plays Luna, a pirate captain who unknowingly sacrificed her family in order to have the power to fight the regime that Rosé’s character Helen is a part of. Helen approaches Luna, determined to help her bring justice, but Helen is unable to choose between the benefits of staying with the regime, and following what she knows is right and destroying her life as a result.

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The last thing you want to hear on the morning of your first script reading is that the actress playing your love interest in the film has changed.

“What?” you say loudly, straightening in the backseat. Your manager frowns, and you sit obediently, but the scowl doesn’t leave your face. “What do you mean the actress changed?”

“Yeah. She had to leave the movie at the last minute,” he sighs.

Sooyoung was chosen alongside you, after lengthy interviews testing whether the two of you would be able to handle your characters’ dynamic. It took weeks for the director to decide that you were the pair that she wanted, so the news that you’ll be meeting your costar for the first time in front of paparazzi is quite the shock to your system. “Shit. Then who’s the replacement?”

Your manager presses his lips together firmly before answering, “Park Chaeyoung. She’s an idol.”

You groan and slump down again. “Great. Another idol actress? Please don’t tell me that this is her first role too. Oh god, is she straight?”

“Yes to all of the above,” Chan says tensely.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it’s honestly a big deal. It’s the first leading role you’ve bagged, especially in a mainstream LGBTQ+ movie, and Sooyoung was the best costar you could’ve picked. You’ve never met Park Chaeyoung before, and you already know that all your plans are going to be messed up.

Chan pulls the car into the parking lot, and you scowl when you realize that most of the paparazzi have arrived. “We’re going around the back. Y/N, promise me one thing: don’t make a scene, okay?” your manager pleads. “I’m not happy about it either, but Chaeyoung has a good reputation. You’ll just ruin yours if you blow up at her.”

“I promise,” you answer through gritted teeth. You slip through the open side door as soon as you get out of the car, ignoring Chan’s call after you to have a good time like you would’ve.

To make matters worse, you don’t even get a chance to talk to the director or Chaeyoung before you’re swarmed by a crowd of reporters, even if that ‘talk’ would’ve consisted of more yelling than anything. “Y/N, Y/N!”

“Okay, let her up!” Seulgi shouts, pushing her way through. She grips your arm to lead you towards the cast table, whispering under her breath, “I’ll explain later. But just run with it, okay?”

You have plenty of problems with idol actresses, but you’ve never been inclined to say all those problems to their faces. Until now, that is. Now, you’re sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a girl you know has absolutely no credentials to be playing the other role in your upcoming movie, resisting the urge to ball your script up and throw it in her face.

There’s nothing wrong with Park Chaeyoung as a person-- she’s admittedly gorgeous, probably sweet, and you’re sure she isn’t a bad actress in any sense. The only thing wrong with the situation is that she’s painfully straight and auditioning to be your love interest in what might be Korea’s first mainstream lesbian film, and that you have never spoken to her before.

Chaeyoung avoids your stare with a clenched jaw, and in normal circumstances, you would already be apologizing profusely for making her uncomfortable. In this circumstance, though, your obvious grudge against her only contributes to the dynamic her character is supposed to have with yours.

“Miss Kang, is it true that the actors were only picked today?”

The director grimaces, and the both of you turn to look at the cameras flashing by the sides of the room. It was never the plan to allow paparazzi to sit in on the first reading that you and Chaeyoung would be doing together, especially since it’s true that Chaeyoung was only chosen hours ago, after the original actress bailed. Even though your grudge should be against the girl who left, it’s easier to glare at the one sitting next to you. “Not exactly. Y/N has been confirmed for the role of Luna for months, but we recently added Chaeyoung as Helen. But we can assure that their chemistry will be wonderful,” Seulgi reassures the audience. What a lie.

Yet another reporter calls out, “How much of the script will we be seeing today, and when will the trailer be released?”

“Since the casting was changed today, the trailer has been delayed,” Seulgi says. You can hear the panic in her voice, and clear your throat. “As for the script… we’re only doing part of one scene that will show up in the trailer today, so we’ll just let them begin. Y/N?”

As you take a sip of water to prepare yourself, you almost hope that Chaeyoung messes up her part. It would be bad press, sure, and it would only contribute to Seulgi’s stress, but it would be satisfying for her to realize that she doesn’t deserve her part. She’s just an idol, after all, and she’s taking away representation from the people who need it.

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you begin, your voice ice-cold.

You watch Chaeyoung’s throat bob, but her voice is steady and clear when she says her line. “No! I’m not saying that I’m better than you… but by all accounts, there’s no way you should have this power.”

“Would you be less scared then?” You pause, watch as Chaeyoung’s expression changes to the panic that her character’s would. “I’m kidding, Helen. I did things to get these powers, things that I’m not proud of.”

“Why would you do that? You’re strong… you don’t need them.”

“I’ve never been-- shit.” The tips of your ears start to burn, and suddenly, your lines are swimming before your eyes. Maybe all your hoping and wishing that Chaeyoung messes up has reflected onto you instead.

She attempts to remind you, “I haven’t always--”

“I know,” you hiss, but your voice is too loud in the silent room. Chaeyoung turns bright pink, too, but you still can’t seem to say your lines out loud. Shit, shit, shit--

“I’m just trying to help,” she sighs.

You whip your head to glare at her, and she winces at the daggers you send in her direction. “Shut the hell up--”

“Okay, the script reading will end here,” Seulgi announces loudly, and you bite down hard on your tongue. You don’t dare to look at the other cast members, don’t dare to think about how they must be guilting you for cutting their PR short. “Thank you everyone, please leave with security.”

You stay in your seat, staring at your script with burning eyes until you feel a hand on your shoulder and jolt. “Hey,” Chaeyoung reminds you, “we can leave.”

“Don’t touch me” is your only answer, and you storm out of the room. Alone.

The next time you see Chaeyoung is the next day, at a script-reading that the paparazzi knows nothing about. (You do see a friend request from a Park Chaeyoung the night before, but you ignore it.)

Seulgi attempts a smile, but it doesn’t hide the bags under her eyes. She claps and raises her voice to get the cast’s attention. “Okay, everyone. We didn’t get what we wanted yesterday, but that’s fine. Um… let’s try yesterday’s scene from Chaeyoung’s part, okay? From ‘you don’t need them’.”

Chaeyoung nods. “You’re strong… you don’t need them,” she starts, worry tinging into her voice.

“I haven’t always been strong,” you reply, your voice harsher than it should be just to stop yourself from messing up again.

“Still. Powers aren’t everything, Luna, it’s too hard to have them.”

You sigh. “Newsflash, princess. It’s harder not to.”

“But--” Chaeyoung interjects.

“Did you ever think,” you cut her off, “that I didn’t care that it’d be hard? Did you ever think that the rest of us are tired of you abusing the thing that you’re given, but we have to fight for?”

You look right to Seulgi once you finish, ignoring the part underneath that says you should look to Chaeyoung at the end of the scene. The director smiles anyway. “That was great, you two. I think you capture the tension perfectly, which is a relief.”

You fight the urge to laugh. “I know that changing our main cast so close to the actual production is really difficult,” Seulgi sighs. “And I’m really sorry to inconvenience you all. The schedule is really squished now, and we just have to work through it. Chaeyoung, Y/N, all I ask is that you try to work together, okay? I know you’ll be amazing together.”

Chaeyoung speaks, possibly for the first time besides her lines. “Of course, Ms. Bae. I’ll do my best.”

“I’m sure. We have to cut this short, again, but we’re scheduled for costume fitting right now,” Seulgi groans. “We have to at least get the outfits for the trailer to fit. Sorry, everyone. Down the hall, okay?”

Of course, you and Chaeyoung have to get fit together. The only sound in the hallway is that of her heels clicking on the wood, and you resist the urge to shout at her to stop. Luckily, you arrive in the fitting room before you can.

Your eyes widen at the dress hanging there. It’s incredible, even without the layers that would support the skirt-- you can’t even imagine how the beading and pink silk would look on Chaeyoung. Ethereal, probably. “Y/N, yours is here,” the costume director laughs, beckoning you over.

Even though your own outfit isn’t nearly as opulent, you can’t help but admire the gold detailing on the cuffs and the tailoring. “Thank god yours doesn’t take so much sewing,” the director grunts, pinning the side. “You know, the two of you are going to look fantastic in these, even if we have to spill all that blood on them to shoot the trailer.”

“Sooyoung would’ve looked better.” It’s mean, and it’s a low blow, but the director doesn’t take your bait.

She pokes her head out to where Chaeyoung’s being fitted. “Now? Okay, Y/N, go out there. We need to take a look at the two of you together.”

You can’t stop your jaw from dropping when you see Chaeyoung. She’s all candyfloss hair and gold adorning her tiny waist, and in all her glory, you can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe she was made for the role. “You look really good,” she compliments softly.

Nodding stiffly, you turn for the seamstresses. Chaeyoung moves to fiddle with her gloves when she realizes that you have absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation.

Well, if there’s one thing you can nitpick about her, it isn’t how she looks; she looks absolutely perfect for the role of Princess Helen, maybe even more perfect than Sooyoung.

One of the costume directors steps in. “Okay, you can get changed out, but you have to come back in a few hours,” she tells you. “We have to make a lot of changes, then fit you again.”

You step down from the podium, going towards your dressing room without a second thought until Chaeyoung calls for you. “Y/N? Do you want to have lunch later? In your trailer or something?”

“Sure,” you answer, barely glancing back. When you do, all you see is her with shiny puppy eyes, and in her giant gown, it’s eerily similar to the role she’s supposed to be playing.

“It’s nice. You’ve decorated it?”

You nod absentmindedly, clearing the narrow couch off for yourself to sit on, since Chaeyoung has taken the only chair that could fit in the trailer. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve had it for a few months, so.”

She winces. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frown. Chaeyoung apologizes too much, but at least she’s upfront about whatever she has to say.

Your costar sighs, “For usurping the role? You must’ve gotten attached to Sooyoung, and it’s got to be horrible for me to just… arrive like this.”

“You know… that’s part of it.” You can’t lie; a big part of the resentment you hold against Chaeyoung is the fact that she took a role meant for someone else, someone you were friends with. “The other thing… I don’t like idol actresses,” you tell her.

Chaeyoung’s brows furrow, and she leans forward. “Why? I mean, why don’t you?”

You pause to think about it. “Well… I mean, think about it like this. Sooyoung and my auditions went for weeks before we were chosen, as a pair. Didn’t you get this role because you were an idol? You had to audition, sure, but I bet you just flashed a few smiles and read the script and got chosen. How is that fair?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold your hand up and continue, “And the other thing. You’re straight.”

Chaeyoung chokes on air at that, spluttering, “What? You hate me because I’m straight?”

“No,” you say incredulously, “Well, I don’t hate you. But you being straight, and landing the lead role in a film like this… you’re taking away representation. And that’s kind of shitty of you.”

The air inside the trailer becomes suffocating, and Chaeyoung’s fiddling with the jacket in her lap finally stops when she throws it aside and stands up. She sounds like she’s about to cry when she says quietly, “Have you ever considered that I’m not straight? It’s not… it’s not that easy to be out about it--”

“Oh, cry me a river,” you groan. “Look, I apologize for assuming, but if you want to act in lesbian roles, you can’t pretend to be straight. It’s all for your fans, isn’t it? Another part of being an idol--”

She stands up, then storms right out of the trailer without another word, the door banging closed. The only thing you can do in response is sigh and utter a quiet, “Shit”.

Perhaps it’s just your luck that the first proper scene you have to film with Chaeyoung is your culminating kiss scene.

It shouldn’t be in the trailer at all-- according to the scene schedule, the two of you would’ve filmed your scenes together in chronological order, and the kiss would’ve been at the end, hopefully after a reconciliation between the two of you. However, for some inexplicable reason, it’s going to be the first one you do, without a single second of rehearsal.

You’re a one-take wonder, and you always have been, but you can’t help but think about how impossible it’s going to be to pull off such an intense scene with someone you just fought with. Sighing, you lean over to fiddle with your hair; it’s slightly tangled now, and there’s a fake scrape on the side of your cheek.

At a side, Chaeyoung is similarly beat up, fake blood smeared on the left side of her face. Her long hair has been put in an updo and then taken down, and parts of her dress are ripped; to you, she looks more like Helen than herself now.

“Okay, everyone, are we ready? Positions, please!”

You arrange yourself on the ground where you should be, holding a handkerchief to your cheek like instructed as Chaeyoung stands by the camera to run to you. Exhaling sharply, your eyes meet hers for the first time in days. “Action!”

Chaeyoung sprints to you as soon as she’s cued, falling in front of you in a heap. “Luna,” she gasps, reaching a gloved hand out to the ‘injured’ half of your face.

“I’m fine,” you smile weakly. The camera hovers by Chaeyoung’s shoulder, and you soften your gaze as much as possible as your hand comes up to hers.

The other girl only moves closer, her eyes scanning yours and her dress surrounding the both of you like a sea of gauze. Her nose is almost brushing up against yours, and you mutter softly, “Be careful. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”

“Well, what do you want?” Chaeyoung implores, almost inaudible. Her breath quivers, and you feel it when you reach forward to cup her jaw. “Luna, what do you want right now?”

“I’m not making a move until you tell me to,” you shake your head.

The blonde’s hands slip off your face, and she braces herself on your thighs instead. She laughs breathily, “Coward.”

“Your coward, huh?”

Chaeyoung pauses, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip. It’s so quiet that you think you could hear a pin drop, and the torches held up by the crew flicker across her face so naturally. “If you want to be.”

There’s probably another line that comes after, but with Chaeyoung so close to you, it swims blurrily in your mind. So instead, you just lean up, pull her down, and connect your lips.

She plays along, thankfully, stumbling slightly in her character’s eagerness to get a little closer. The only thing you can hear is Chaeyoung’s slight gasp when you let your hands wander down to her waist, and it’s almost scary how absorbed you are in the scene.

“Okay, cut!” Seulgi’s shout breaks you from your trance, and you hold your hands up as if in surrounder. Chaeyoung’s cheeks are red yet again when she sits up, staring anywhere other than you.

Your director hops off her chair to run towards you, a huge grin on her face. “That was perfect,” she shouts. “Y/N, I think you forgot a line? But it worked out amazingly. The one-take wonder, right?”

You grin when she pats you on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. Apparently, all your worries were for nothing, as you and Chaeyoung stand to monitor your own shot in the screen next to Joohyun.

You can’t even hear all the praise she showers on the two of you, and you pay no attention to all the details she points out that apparently showcase your perfect chemistry with your costar. All you feel is a slight squeeze on your hand, hidden in the mess of fabric by your side.

You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly by your side, finding an unknown number as the caller ID. Accepting hesitantly, you greet, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Did Chan give me the right number?”

Oh. It’s Chaeyoung. “Yeah.” You clear your throat in an attempt to sound a little less drowsy, then repeat, “Right number. Why’d you ask Chan?”

“Well, it’s kinda hard to find you when you never accepted my request,” she laughs quietly. “Um, I have to record the OST today, and I was wondering whether you’d want to come watch? Chan said you didn’t really have any scenes later today.”

“Um. Okay. I’ll ask Chan to bring me,” you answer, then hang up. Your head swims slightly, partially due to the fact that you woke up to the piercing sound of your ringtone and partially because you just don’t understand why Chaeyoung’s reaching out again. You should be the one apologizing, after the tangent you went off on, and you highly doubt that your kiss scene doubled as an apology. Of course, you’ll take it.

Your manager is more than pleased to pick you up this time, but thankfully, he doesn’t question you. If he did, he’d probably be the one you shouted at.

The studio is honestly too small for two people, probably hastily set up, but you recognize the recording equipment from a video of Chaeyoung recording one of her group’s songs. And you recognize the girl already standing in the recording booth, waving you over. “Hi,” she smiles, and for all you try, you don’t see a hint of malice.

“Hey,” you mumble, taking a seat. “Uh… I’m sorry.”

“Wow, straightforward,” she tries to joke. “What for?”

You scratch the back of your neck, sighing, “For assuming, for blowing up on you, for… I don’t know, kind of everything. I’m an asshole, even if what I said wasn’t wrong.”

Chaeyoung chuckles, fiddling with the mic. “I mean, I appreciate the apology, but I wasn’t great either. You definitely had some truth behind what you said, even if it was kind of too to the point.”

“I know. You were just trying to apologize and help us become civil, and I kind of ruined it,” you hum. The other girl adjusts the lyric stand as you continue, “But I’m hoping you understand why I had to say what I did?”

“I do,” she agrees. “You’re definitely right that it’s not good representation at all, I just wish you had heard me out.”

You nod uncomfortably, changing the way you sit on the couch just to distract yourself. “So… you’re gay? I’m just asking because I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about it, and I’ve seen plenty of your interviews.”

“So you watch my interviews?” Chaeyoung teases. When you scowl, she just smiles, “I can’t say specifically, but I am confused. You said last time that it’s just another part of being an idol, and you’re… you’re right. It’s taboo for idols to be gay, even though Korea’s opening up to it a bit more now. So even though I want to, I don’t think I can ever be out about it.”

“I understand. And I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

She swallows, throat bobbing. “Thank you. Hey, Y/N… would you mind singing with me?”

“What?” You stare up at her incredulously; it’s not like your singing would make the other girl faint on the spot, but you definitely don’t possess an angelic voice like hers, either.

But maybe it’s an olive branch. “Just… can you match this note?” She hums, and you attempt to create the same pitch. “Okay. Can you do the chorus part in that key, while I do it in the main one? We’ll sound better like that,” Chaeyoung offers.

Against your better judgement, you stand, and shuffle into the recording booth next to her. “If this sounds bad, you’re taking the blame,” you warn, and she giggles while twisting the stand so you can see.

You do sound good together, maybe to a level that you would’ve never anticipated.

You know that something’s off when Chan doesn’t wake you up bright and early on your birthday, even if Seulgi already promised that you wouldn’t have to go to work on the day of. After spending many a birthday with him, you’ve already gotten used to him tugging you up just to take you outside and celebrate somehow.

You know something’s especially off when you hear a female voice cursing from your kitchen, and smell something burning.

“Who the shit-- Chaeyoung?”

The girl turns in surprise, caught red-handed with a piece of burnt toast pinched between her fingers. “Um. Hi?” she offers weakly.

Suddenly self-conscious, you cross your arms over the faded sweatshirt you wear. In your own apartment, Chaeyoung is leagues more put-together in the summery dress she wears, her dyed hair tossed in a braid and glitter shining at the corners of her eyes. “Hello?”

“Chan said you wouldn’t be awake for a few hours,” she sighs, shaking her head as she tosses the toast in the trash. “And I wasn’t supposed to burn the toast.”

“What were you supposed to do?” you question, stepping closer. There’s a cake box on the counter, as well as a couple suspicious tubes of icing right by it, and you think you know what’s going on.

Chaeyoung huffs out an exasperated breath. “I was supposed to surprise you. Chan has something going on at home, so he sent me to supervise your birthday instead. Obviously, I messed that up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug, taking a seat at the counter and reaching for the icing. “I’ve always wanted to decorate a cake anyway.”

She looks surprised at that, but a smile breaks out across her face. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm. It’s partially a lie, but you’re decently sure that Chaeyoung will refuse to let you do most of the work anyways. “Uh. I’ll just change first, and then we can get that going?”

“Yeah,” she grins, and you take it as your cue to scurry off to the bedroom.

By the time you come back, there’s a plate of not-burnt toast on your counter, and Chaeyoung’s pouring out two glasses of the juice that you can never bring yourself to buy because of the price tag. “I hope you like it, this is one of my favorites.”

“Like it? I love this,” you gasp, surging forward to pick up one of the glasses. “It’s expensive as hell, though.”

“Well, I couldn’t get you a gift, so I thought a nice morning would suffice,” Chaeyoung laughs. She unties the bow on the cake box to reveal a completely bare vanilla cake, a few packets of sprinkles that you hadn’t noticed now lying next to it. “Do you want to start?”

“Oh, sure.” You choose the blue icing after a bit of debating, and pick up the spatula that your costar offers you. “You didn’t have to, though, I would’ve been okay on my own today.”

Chaeyoung shrugs, “I mean, I didn’t have anything else to do, and I wouldn’t like to be alone on my birthday.”

“How do you usually celebrate?” you question, glancing up at her.

She pauses to think, then answers, “Well, I do live with my members, so we’ll get something to eat. Sometimes, we’re on vacation, so we just do what we can, but I like staying in the dorm to receive the things that their families send me.”

“It sounds sweet.”

“It is,” she grins. “I honestly don’t know what I would do on my own, it seems lonely-- Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What for? It is kind of lonely,” you admit, squeezing a glob of icing out. It’s definitely not as graceful as you would’ve appreciated, and you catch Chaeyoung stifling a laugh. “Chan lived with me at the beginning, but he eventually moved out when I got a girlfriend. Obviously, that didn’t laugh.”

“Sorry,” the other girl repeats again, and you wave a hand out. “When was that?”

“She moved out two years ago,” you answer. “And I’ve been alone since. Or, lonely, not always alone.”

Chaeyoung nods just so that you know she heard you. She accepts the icing tube when you hand it to her, making a spiral that’s infuriatingly better than yours. “How about you? I know you said you aren’t out, but have you dated yet?” you question.

She shakes her head, admitting, “Not yet. I don’t really know how to, you know? You assumed I was straight when you first saw me, so I think everyone else does too.”

“Sorry,” you say, an echo of her.

Your costar doesn’t respond, only setting the spatula down once the basic blue icing is smooth. “I think we’re supposed to refrigerate this before decorating, right?”

You grimace. “Well, I don’t know. I stopped watching cake videos years ago, so I’ll just listen to you.”

Chaeyoung hums and ties the box back up. “Okay, then I’ll just do it. Um, do you mind ordering chicken or something while we wait?”

“Sure.” Reaching for your phone, you ask, “Would you be opposed to romcoms?”

“I’m never opposed to romcoms,” the other girl answers.

You have to remind yourself to order two servings of chicken, something that you haven’t done in a while. But it’s comforting, in a way, to not be alone again.

“Can you believe we’ve only got a week left of filming? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

You wince guiltily, even though you know that Yerim doesn’t mean it. Acting with your friend was originally a huge incentive for you to accept the film’s role, but the two of you quickly discovered that you had almost no scenes together, and with your push-and-pull with Chaeyoung, you forgot all about it. “Sorry, Yerim.”

She makes an incredulous expression, swatting your arm. “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m happy you’re pursuing love and all that, and besides, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to act together.”

Blinking, you set your cup down on the counter. “Pursuing love?”

Yerim raises her eyebrow and says, “Yeah. Aren’t you and Chaeyoung together yet? We’ve been filming for two months, I’ll be shocked if you still haven't kissed and made up.”

“Uh. Well, we’ve kissed, but I don’t think it counted,” you frown.

Your friend sighs and rolls her eyes. She’s all too used to how dense you are, and apparently, she’s finally gotten tired of it. “You’re an idiot. You literally met the morning of your first script reading, and you knew each other for… what, a week before you had your kiss scene? There’s got to be something there.”

“No.”

Right on cue, a few of the other cast members arrive, Chaeyoung sandwiched between them. “Have you seen the articles?” Nayeon grins, waving her phone around in the air. She’s drunk, obviously, but you have to indulge her.

“Which articles?”

She shoves the screen in your face as an answer, and you cringe when you find a screencap of you and Chaeyoung. “You won’t believe the chemistry-- nope, I’m not reading that.” You hand the phone back to Nayeon, then press it in her hand when she doesn’t take it. Yerim sends you a knowing expression, one that you definitely don’t like.

“Aw, come on! It’s good press,” Nayeon whines. “And a great kiss scene.”

“Don’t be weird,” Chaeyoung warns. She doesn’t seem to be drunk at all, though she does look fantastic in the silver dress that she wears. Your eyes linger on her for an embarrassing amount of time.

Nayeon pouts. She’s bubbly-- you’ve learned that much through acting alongside her in a total of three productions so far. You note that your costar doesn’t seem to be so accustomed to her temperament yet. “You’re no fun, Chaeng. We all know you enjoyed it.”

She goes bright pink at that amidst Yerim’s joking coos. “The token straight, converted?” your friend gasps, and you elbow her to stop her from going too far.

Apparently, it already has. “I didn’t!” Chaeyoung defends herself.

“Prove it,” Nayeon demands, slipping when she attempts to lean on the counter next to you.

Chaeyoung goes silent at that, apparently unable to find a way to ‘prove it’. You finally sigh, “Okay, I think that’s enough teas--”

If it wasn’t for the fact that you’ve long since memorized your entire script book, you would almost think that Chaeyoung reaching forward to tug on the front of your shirt is a scene between your two characters. After all, it’s perfectly in character for your eyes to widen comically as the other girl kisses you right on the lips.

It’s also in character for Nayeon to start whooping next to you when your hands wrap around Chaeyoung’s waist to pull her in closer. You part at the noise. “You certainly look like you liked it,” Nayeon grins.

“Yeah, get a room,” Yerim follows, and you shove her.

“You know what? Maybe we will.” Ignoring your friends’ jeering, you grab Chaeyoung’s wrist and lead her down the hallway, though not to a bedroom like you joked you would. “Hey. You okay? I didn’t know if that teasing crossed a line,” you whisper worriedly.

She bites down on her lip, but instead of answering you, Chaeyoung tilts your face up and leans closer, only stopped by your hand on her wrist. “Chae…”

“I’m sorry, this… this isn’t what you want, is it?” She steps back, mouth already opening to apologize, but you stop her from leaving you alone in the hallway.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” With the flashing neon lights echoing in her eyes, you can’t tell what Chaeyoung’s feeling, and you can’t tell if she’s willing to answer you properly at all. “I’m not making a move until you tell me to.”

Still, you don’t hear her say a word, until your grip starts to loosen on her wrist. “Did you drive here yourself?” she finally asks, barely audible. You nod hesitantly, and Chaeyoung’s voice grows firmer when she says, “I’m telling you to make a move.”

“I thought you were questioning?”

She swallows hard and takes your hand. “Not anymore.”

You don’t taste any alcohol when you lick your lower lip, and so, you nod. It’s stupid, especially considering how quickly your time together is about to end.

But for once, you know what you want.

“Good luck out there, Chae,” you smile, arms wrapped around the girl’s waist.

“Thanks,” she hums, adjusting her hair yet again in the mirror. “We’re almost done filming, I have to promote us well so that we have enough money to at least put the damn film out.”

“Mm.” Your thumb smooths over the sliver of skin exposed by her top, and you place your chin on her shoulder to look at the two of you together.

She glances down at you. “What? Are you thinking about something?”

“Sort of,” you shrug. “I just can’t believe we’re almost done, but we… we just started this. You know, this thing between us.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely a thing. But it doesn’t have to stop with filming,” Chaeyoung says offhandedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you question, “Doesn’t it? It’s going to be suspicious for us to constantly be seen together after filming together, I’ve seen the way your fans behave. Especially while you’re not out.”

“I think I can negotiate that with my company,” the other girl shakes her head.

You joke, “What, you release another two albums if you get to come out about having a girlfriend?”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Chaeyoung responds immediately. Her ears pink endearingly, and you wait for her to clarify, “In secret for now, obviously. But… one day, I’ll be out about it. I promise.”

“Don’t make empty promises, okay?” You press a kiss to her bare shoulder and let her go when you hear a knock at the dressing room door. “Do good!”

“Alright, Chaeyoung, it’s about time that we ask you some questions about your upcoming film, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” your costar smiles, and you raise your head from your phone to watch the screen. She’s sitting cross-legged across from some of the most famous idol interviewers in Korea, absolutely poised and natural even in front of the crowd that cheers over the interview.

The woman behind the podium clears her throat. “A huge talking point in Korea right now is your chemistry with your costar, Y/N. How exactly do you pull that off, since you’ve never experienced a relation like that?”

Chaeyoung laughs nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Oh. Well, um, I don’t have much experience with relationships at all, so--”

“Really? A pretty girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two before.” You despise the way that the interviewer leans in conspiratorially, as if the prying questions weren’t completely scripted. “But you seem a little to pretty to have experienced that, am I right?”

The crowd laughs with her, but Chaeyoung glances behind the scenes, probably to where her own staff sits. “You know, you can tell me if you ever felt… uncomfortable during filming,” the interviewer continues on. “Y/N has been out for years, hasn’t she?”

“Oh, she has…” You’re practically fuming, but you also can’t seem to pry your eyes away from the screen. All of Chaeyoung’s practiced idol-charm has seemed to dissipate into thin air, and she’s practically blending into the wall as she sits there.

The Chaeyoung you know-- no, the Chaeyoung that you’ve come to know, wouldn’t stand to hear something like that. You’ve watched her argue with a scriptwriter, and you’ve watched him get fired because he said something incredibly offensive, even though it wasn’t about you. But here, she sits still and just listens to the interviewer discuss you behind your back, and she says nothing about all the disgustingly backhanded comments.

The thing is, you don’t care about Chaeyoung not being out. You were closeted for enough time yourself, and you know how hard it is, so you’d never wish it on her; but watching her completely let go of all her personal principles just for a stupid interview is just another reminder that you’re letting go of your own. Chaeyoung won’t ever speak up, you realize, because her career comes before anything else. And you can’t stand for that.

“I’m leaving,” you tell the guard standing outside of your door. Only increasing your anger, tears start to burn in your eyes, and you scrape your sleeve across your face as roughly as you can. Chan picks up on one dial, and you say furiously, “Pick me up. It’s over.” In more ways than one.

Chaeyoung shivers at the top of the hill, where she’s supposed to be filming her closing scene with you. She hasn’t seen you for the past week, and after how disastrous her interview was, she’s pretty sure she knows why.

“Where’s Y/N?” she finally asks her makeup artist, giving in to her own curiosity.

Felix shrugs, reaching to mess with the blood on her hairline. “I have no idea, honestly, I haven’t seen her yet. She’s never late, though, you don’t have to worry. You’ll get your scene done.”

“That’s…” Chaeyoung sighs. That’s why she should be worried. “Right.”

“Okay, can we start?” Seulgi shouts. It’s started to rain, but with the excited look on the director’s face, Chaeyoung figures that it suits the scene even better than the gray clouds that had been planned. “Great. Chaeyoung, Y/N!”

Your hair is plastered to your forehead with the rain, and water makes your blouse cling to your curves; with the grim expression on your face, Chaeyoung could easily just mistake you for your character. “Hi,” you mutter, taking a seat on the grass right next to your costar. You say nothing else.

When cued, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath before her line. “Luna. I love you.”

For a second, Chaeyoung thinks you won’t respond, but the rasp to your voice proves her wrong. “No. No, you don’t.”

“I think I’m the one who should be deciding that, don’t you?” The blonde raises her eyebrows, reaching forward hesitantly for your shoulder.

Of course, you dodge it. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, you’re resigned when you ask, “You have your birthday gala tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes, but--” Chaeyoung swallows, lets her hand make contact, then continues, ��I’m spending as much time as I can with you, aren’t I with you right now?”

“But you’re going.” It feels like you’re staring right into Chaeyoung’s soul when you speak, as despondent as your voice is. She nods, and you stand, her hand slipping off of your shoulder and into her lap. “Then go. You’re still a princess at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

“At the end of the day, yes…”

“You can’t do that. You sneak out onto my ships, get my people to love you and protect you, and then turn right back to your family to stay safe while we die for you. You can’t say you support our cause and then go back on it when it’s inconvenient for you, it doesn’t work like that!” Chaeyoung flinches at how intense you sound; at this point, she barely knows if it’s still acting. She can only hear her own heart in her ears, can only see your chest heaving from how quickly you spoke, and it all feels too real.

“What, do you want me to get found out?” Chaeyoung demands, getting to her feet as well. The rain becomes harsher, angled so that it perfectly blurs her vision of you. “I’ve saved your ass just as many times too, don’t pretend like I’m not a valuable part of your ship!”

“You’re still pretending.” Realizing that it’s not the right line, Chaeyoung opens her mouth to stop you, but your voice chills her into silence when you speak again. “You’ll always pretend, as long as it benefits you, won’t you? You can’t do that, Helen, not if you ‘love me’. Putting a crown on your head doesn’t mean that you’re a princess. Until you realize that, and until you’re willing to embrace it, you don’t love me. and I don’t love you.”

None of it is the script. None of it is the scene that you rehearsed a thousand times together in your trailer, but somehow, it makes Chaeyoung’s heart quaver in her throat so much more than the original lines ever did.

And when you drop your gaze to the ground, turning to walk off into the rain alone, she knows that to you, your entire relationship is already done.

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BAD DAY

tldr:naib is mfin horny after a match wit u bae n ur both in love with esch other and equally needy but dont knoe‼️

character: Naib Subedar - mercenary

fandom: identity V

warnings: SEX!!! who could have guessed, also rough/dom naib, swearing, power bottom(lmao)/fem reader, perhaps some masochistic type a stuff but not crazy, less goooooooo

(this is like. just horny. no thoughts. only horny)

As sweat beaded down his forehead, you watched Naib angrily smash the keys of a decoding machine. Something was up, but your teammate just never seemed to let on when something had gone wrong. This match was going fine, you had three more ciphers to go, and everyone was still up and going, only two of your teammates being injured. The hunter was struggling to find any of you, and with each of you teamed up with another to decode, you were all feeling confident in a victory to the survivors. So why was Naib so stressed?

“Hey, Naib?”

“What, y/n?”

His tone was sharp, and he snapped back instantly. Someone was clearly cranky. What did you even do?

“Are you...feeling okay? You seem...tense.” You kept your tone neutral, preventing there to be any negativity for him to react to. Before he snapped back, he missed a calibration and alerted the hunter of our position. Still not talking, Naib wrapped a braced arm around your waist and made a dive into a pile of cardboard boxes and other various recyclables. “Shut it, y/n. Hunter’s comin’.”

You went quiet, but still, his commanding attitude could be done without. You squirmed in Naib’s grip, at which he grunted, and tightened his hold on you.

He was started to really make you worry. Naib was usually a calm, collected rescuer, who often would be more reassuring when you were being hunted. You promised you’d figure all this out, just maybe after the match ended.

The danger passed, quite literally, as Hell Ember jaunted around the trash pile you were hiding in. Naib’s grip got even tighter around you as the hunter loomed closer. “N-Naib, I can’t-” Naib didn’t seem to give a damn for what you had to say as he slapped a hand over your mouth. “I said, quiet.” His tone was worsening, he was really pissed, huh?

You couldn’t deny yourself though, hearing him sound so stern and having him grab at you so suddenly really threw you off. Your ever-so-secret crush on Naib was keeping you from feeling angry about any of this, in fact, you were almost happy to be so close, even if he was being rude.

Finally though, you decided that you needed to get back to the matter at hand. Leo was gone, and Naib had to let go of you sometime. You made more of an effort to move, and Naib finally dropped you. Quickly, you jumped back on the machine as the Merc slowly crept from the box pile to return to his typing position. “You know, you could have been caught if it weren’t for me.” He sputtered, quieter than before. “Th-thank you...? God, Naib, what’s your issue today?” You spoke more questioningly than upset, hoping he wouldn’t hear the annoyed undertone in your speech. “It’s nothing you’d understand.”

Alright, you were giving up for the remainder of decoding time.

Silently, you both finished the machine, and you made a break for the opposite direction of Naib. You figured you could have some alone time to just decode, calm down, and prep for the ending leap where you’d have to play a guessing game for which gate Hell Ember would be waiting for you at.

Taking a break from running, your steps grew light as you began to pace yourself. “y/n!” As you looked through the fog, you discovered that Edgar was awaiting you with a half done machine. “Edgar! You’re here!” You made a quick greeting to the painter before getting back to business. Small talk wasn’t necessary between the two of you, as the ability to decode calmly was leaving both of your skillsets as your heartbeats became slowly more audible.

“Come on, y/n, we can finish this, just don’t look away from the calibrations. Stay focused.” Edgar gave you a light tap of the palm to your head as he smacked the sides of the cipher. Your pace increased, as did Edgar’s as you had merely a percentage left. Someone else’s machine popped off, and yours a second later.

Determined and brave, you made off like a bullet towards the southward exit gate. Sneaking around a broken pillar, you sighed at the sight of a clear gate. Edgar clearly didn’t share the idea that this was the correct gate, so you could only hope he was hiding and waiting it out to escape. Actually, it seemed like everyone picked the wrong-

*SLAM*

A large hand suddenly slapped down on the decoding pad next to yours, frightening the hell out of you. You prepared to meet your doom when you turned around, but instead met a glaring Naib. “N-Naib! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” “Where’d you run off to earlier!? We were supposed to be decoding together.”

His tone from earlier was still present, so....clearly he was still peeved about something you did. “W-well I just thought-” “You thought nothin’, y/n. Just keep decoding.” Your crush wasn’t protecting him any more. Letting out an anxious and angry grunt, you turned back around to the coding pad, slamming the rubbery keys down as you decoded.

So that’s how it was, then, huh? Fine.

“Naib, you’re a real asshole.” You huffed as you finished the gate, and stormed out, not evening looking back to see if he OR Hell Ember were following.

Once back in the manor, you rushed back to your room, the embarrassment and guilt from your actions following you quickly after.

Keeping up the angry façade, you slammed your door behind you before running to flop on your bed. Holding your pillow close to your face, you yelled into it, hoping it was enough to choke the sound.

“Damn it, Naib...” You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up with a renewed confidence that way you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your words.

The sound of three loud, harsh knocks on your door awoke you from your rage nap.

“OPEN UP! COME ON, I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, Y/N!!”

Naib? Again? Now what...

You begrudgingly sauntered to your door, cracking it open to peek out. Only, Naib pushed right through your defenses, pushing both you and the door back. “Hey!”

Naib was more forceful than before, walking quickly in your direction, and even quicker, cornering you against your bed. You fell onto your behind as Naib gave you a harsh push. “What is all this?! You’ve been acting weird since we started decoding together in that match, and you’re totally out of line! I didn’t even...do anything...” Your words lost their force as you trailed your eyes downward. So that’s why he was all pent up.

An obvious tent in Naib’s pants was what your eyes met with, and even though your cheeks began to blush furiously, you averted your gaze and tried to pretend that you saw nothing. “J-just get out of my room.” You grumbled, no longer able to keep eye contact.

“I just came to talk, y/n, don’t throw me out.” Naib shifted his body, effectively pinning you to the plush mattress, a hand on either side of your head. You ‘hmphed’, and curtly turned your face away from him.

“D-don’t act all pissy,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you’re making it so much worse!” Your eyes still just couldn’t meet his, the heat between the both of you running down between your legs. Sliding a knee between your thighs, Naib leaned down to speak gruffly into your ear.

“This is all your fault, you know.”

“N-Naib! I-” but your words were quickly vanquished by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips slamming down on your own. A slight graze of his teeth on your bottom lip gave you more excitement than you’d ever felt in any match, and you immediately parted your lips to feel Naib’s wet tongue slick into your mouth.

You let out a quiet noise, enough for him to notice. After what felt like an eternity (seconds) of making out, Naib pulled away to hold your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks harshly between his fingers. “So...that’s how you feel, huh?”

You were flustered, but it wasn’t going to take away what your nap earned you. “You were being so awful in that match, but I still...love you, Naib. I didn’t know when or where to tell you, but if you’re gonna do it first, then by all means...” You gestured to Naib with a smirk.

Hungrily, Naib practically shredded your clothes off, each of his hands attaching themselves to your chest as he kneaded your soft breasts between his fingers. Your quiet pants were driving him absolutely insane. He loved every little exhale that escaped your mouth, settling to nip and suck at your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he needed this, how long he was waiting for this, how he wanted you.

An abrupt end to the sensations in your chest were replaced by a hand sliding underneath each of your thighs. Lifting them up to his shoulders, Naib quickly unfastened his belt, a look of giddiness flashing across his smug face.

Diving his head down to meet his forehead to yours, Naib snatched your panties off in seconds, aligning himself painfully slow. As he slid his length slowly into your entrance, you dug your fingers into his hair, which was messily tied into his usual ponytail. Hissing at the feeling of you tugging his hair, Naib pushed all the way inside of you, earning a mewl of both pain and pleasure from you.

"Ah, but wait..."

You winced as Naib suddenly pulled his length out of your entrance, the emptiness being too much to bear. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

He was going to make you eat your words.

Almost literally.

"Get up." His harsh tone was back, but it only served to make you feel hotter than before. Giving a shy nod, you got to your knees as Naib stood at the edge of the bed.

Nervously eying him, you gaped at his length, wishing you didn't say those words before so he could drive you insane with pleasure with it.

Stupid y/n...

"Well?" Tired of waiting, Naib took his hand to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his body, your head colliding with his chest. The sudden wholesome warmth was quickly replaced as he pushed you downwards near his manhood.

You began to comply as you opened your mouth, feeling as he gave a slow first grind into your throat. You choked immediately, but didn't pull away. Not yet.

Breathing quickly through your nose, you began to suck aggressively with no warning, pulling a gasp from the previously snarky Merc.

"Ga-hah! y-y/n...." Pulling off with a 'pop', you went back down to give small kitten licks to the tip of his cock, earning little shifts of position and pants from Naib.

"Stop....stop teasin' me...." was all he could huff out. You slid the entirety of his length in and out for a quick throat fuck a few times, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. In your own way, you were making him pay for being so snide earlier. “Screw you, y/n. Have it your way.”

Your torture paid off!

Naib firmly pushed you back down on your stomach, grasping your hips and pulling you close to his own hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you felt as Naib quickly align himself with your entrance once more.

Giving you no time to readjust again, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your insides stretching once again to fit him inside. “Hah....shit, Naib.....” You cursed, grasping tightly onto Naib as he pushed you both down, beginning to thrust wildly in and out of you. Every pounding slammed harder against the entrance of your womb, the suction of your warm, wet insides also providing intense pleasure for Naib.

“Oh fuck, y/n, you’re...so tight...” Naib panted loudly into your ear. Neither of you were even remotely worried about the other manor residents hearing either of your moans racketing off the walls of the creaky residence.

“G-god...I c-can’t...hold on...” You whimpered pathetically as your dug your fingers into Naib’s scalp a second time. As your begging for more became louder, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger, tighter, and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt before. You could feel Naib’s hard and precise thrusts growing sloppy, and you knew you were both getting close to climax.

“y/n....y/n....I’m gonna...” Before his sentence could even be finished, Naib’s thick cock twitched harshly inside you as you felt his hot seed pour into you. The spreading warmth was enough to send you over the edge, your juice quickly spilling out to mix with his own.

Slowly pulling out, your precious mercenary promptly collapsed on top of you, his head coincidentally landing in between your tits. You sighed hazily, riding off your previous high as you wrapped your arms around his head, and slowly letting your eyes close in exhaustion.

a/n: so sorry if theres any typos/grammar-spellin mistakes. i rushed the end bc i had this cued for FOREVER, enjoy babes <3

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