#'it's complicated' in that they saw her maybe becoming a better person only to very strongly nose dive at the last possible moment

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tagged by @turbulentpumpkin43 to fill out this relationship graph! here's balaerra's, she is doing so well in everyone's perspectives as you can see

i'll tag @fuckitwebhaal and @commander-lariel, for any of your ocs! no pressure tho! and anyone else who would like to!

here's the blank version!

Relationships somewhat more elaborated on under cut

Astarion: The toxic codependent relationship where they destroy each other bc they love each other and don't know how else to go about it of all time I think. What more needs to be said lol. The lamer versions of the Briarwoods for Baldurs Gate. Seriously though, the two found each other a safe place and fell in love without realizing it, and even much to Astarion's surprise Balaerra is a much more tender lover than he expected from the outset. Unfortunately they both believed power would keep them safe, and because of that they damned each other to eternity and killed over 7000 people for it.

Gale: They are just friends :) Gale had romantic feelings for her, for Some Reason, so that is part of my canon now. My man, I hope when everything is over you like. just live your life in peace never thinking of her again bc even if she only has good intentions for you, she will still destroy you. I do think he'd be stuck between his lingering affection for her, while also the horror at who she ended up being, for a long time.

Halsin: He propositioned her as well, which I am still perplexed by but I must contextualize it to make it make sense. So in my head, he saw the good she did in the Shadowlands (even if she was doing it out of anger and spite), and not only admired her for it but believed he could help keep her on that path. Unfortunately that is not true, and I'm sure later on he'll mourn her for what she was while probably helping whatever adventurer comes along to put an end to her with a heavy heart. Balaerra for her part thought he was nice and found his insights interesting, even if she didn't agree with him all too often.

Jaheira: Allies of convenience. Similar to Halsin, Jaheira saw the good Balaerra was possible of but unlike him saw much earlier how far she was slipping. 'I mourn the person you were before all of this' indeed.

Karlach: Childhood friends, Balaerra was the one who suggested Karlach work for Gortash so many years ago, believing it was helping her. Then Karlach went missing and Balaerra ended up in her own horrible relationship with her teacher. They want each other to live so badly, but they both die in the end. Karlach physically, Balaerra in every other way. With Karlach dying, I think that's also the last shred of Balaerra's former life that dies with her, and it's just the eternity she is tied to with Astarion afterwards.

Lae'zel: Besites 💕The two of them get along so well it's hilarious. They share similar pragmatism, as well as ride or die attitudes once they are closer, and Balaerra very easily signed a devil's contract just because Lae'zel asked her to. I'm pretty sure Lae'zel will leave for the astral sea in the end, so what thoughts she could have on Balaerra's further decay would never come to pass I think.

Minthara: Balaerra killed her, so there's not much to say unfortunately lol. Calling Balaerra being a half drow an 'impurity' hit too sore a nerve for her, so she had to go.

Shadowheart: Another complicated one! Shadowheart trusts Balaerra a lot, and it was at Balaerra simply asking if she was sure she wanted to do it that had Shadowheart change her mind and go against Shar. All the more heartbreaking that even though Balaerra had such a positive influence on her, at the same time Shadowheart has to watch as Balaerra and Astarion slip beyond the event horizon to their own traumas.

Wyll: Interesting as well, the two aren't the closest of friends but I believe Wyll saw promise in her, and Balaerra admired his strength despite all he endured. She pushed for him to be free of his contract, bc he would never be safe if he stayed in it. Similar to Jaheira, I think he would mourn who she could be while being disgusted with who she became at the end.

[hereforthehitsbaby]

I'm Not Interested | Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Synopsis: Being a handmaiden meant you lived to serve, to make sure you were keeping the young queen safe. But when a certain golden fellow makes his way in from the South, he cannot help but to become infatuated with your aura. So many stories you have heard about the Prince of Dorne, how uninterested it made you. But would he be able to woo you?

Warnings: Language, Angst, M/F Sexual Situations, The Hatred the Reader Has For Oberyn is A S T R O N O M I C A L, Reader has the last name of Flowers since they are a bastard from The Reach,

Rating: M

Word Count: 7.3K

What is it with those who we cannot have that make life most difficult? Was it the fact that every time you lay your eyes upon them, you knew you cannot be with them? Or was it the fact that you have convinced yourself you should not care for this person, should not be with them, because they will not feel the same way? The constant back and forth can be very tiresome; What was the point of harboring such emotions if they could not be acted upon? Why must life be so damn complicated? Why must two different social classes not interact even though they can bring the greatest of pleasures and happiness? The gods from above were out to get us all, to make sure we cannot act upon such feelings in order to restore balance, power, and integrity within the seven kingdoms. But what would they think about those who did not harbor such feelings for the irresistible? The greatest challenge they would ever have to face, started with you.

Urges were something you had never given into, no matter how bad you needed to. You never really saw the necessity in pining after them if all they could bring would be heartache, fear and anger. It had to do with your upbringing, you attributed it to. Fearing the worst of all situations forced you to become cautious in your day to day - why live in multiple strides when you could comfortably follow one linear path? There would be no disruptions, you could predict everyday and know it would/could play out the same way. After all, was what fun about surprises? Knowing what to expect everyday had a better feel; You go to work, do your tasks and go home - simple enough at the end of the day. No big occurrences that could knock you off track, no distractions that could cause you to be beheaded - everything worked out perfectly in hindsight. What more out of life could you possible have asked for? Why did he need to be brought into the picture? Why was the world out to get you?

Growing up was not simple for you; Then again, neither was life. Westeros was suppose to be the land of opportunity, the country of new allegiances and fresh life - it was not suppose to be the end all, be all. Surely you didn't pick up on the evil and the carnage until you were much older, but growing up in Honeyholt was your solace - your home away from home. Though you had only spent a short amount of time there, it was nothing like you ever new before. Lush greenery and sweetened air flowed through your nostrils every time you woke up; Softened gaze of the sun rippling over your body like it was a kiss from the gods themselves. The Reach was one of the least problematic provinces of Westeros but, somehow there would always be evil that followed. Maybe it was just you after all, maybe the evil followed because you provoked it? Your first lick of the bad was when one of the river boys decided to kill your lovely hummingbirds by pelting them with rocks; Weirdo was a phrase they tossed at you like stale bread. But it was the rocks being pelted back at their heads that helped solidify the family you would have, love and cherish forever.

Margaery Tyrell was your saving grace that dreadful summer day, her brother Loras standing directly next to her. It was their sharp aim of the glistening rocks that caused your tears and sadness to turn to smiles and laughter - protecting you from the bullshit being thrown your way. The reason you were tormented in The Reach was due to being a bastard - born to a mother and father who were merely fifteen. They could not care for you, so they ushered you off to the nearest orphanage, leaving you without a house name but one that would be burned into your cranium. Flowers was a beautiful last name, elegant and soft but - when it revolved around those born out of lust, no one appreciated it. Still Margaery and Loras let you become one of their own, promising to bring you love and joy like you never knew before. It they had not saved you that day - you would have been stoned to death by those measly boys. But you never expected your life to take such a turn, shifting from anger and sadness to peace and serenity. The Tyrells were one of the only welcoming families in all of the Seven Kingdoms, well besides the Martells.

Due to how close you had gotten with Margaery over the course of sixty two nights, Mace Tyrell had appointed you the handmaiden for his young daughter. It came naturally being best friends with Margaery with her loving, sympathetic and feisty nature; You felt like a Tyrell one most days. Both of you were around the same age of 12 when you had been given the role, doing that even up into this very day. It came naturally to be in the princesses care, though she was not royalty at that age just yet. It was an ongoing dream you both had, being whisked away far away from Highgarden to enjoy the scenery of the world - hoping a loving Prince would make you his one day. Though it was a pipedream, it was one you chose to reminisce in. Those small daydreams started to diminish when Margaery was being whisked away to Renly Baratheon - promising to make her a Queen. You were so happy your best friend got to see the world, being in charge and love every minute of it - but deep down you wished it was you. Mace told you the second she was sauntered off to another realm, you would not longer be of service but, Lady Olenna and Margaery were always going to need you as the handmaiden.

You had been through it all with Queen Margaery, Renly's death - Joffery's death and now her marriage to Tommen. Poor girl had endured so much in so little time you were starting to feel for her, maybe it was the course of the Baratheon's everyone droned on about at times. Still being the one to comfort her through it all meant the world; You needed each other like fish needed water - two halves of a whole. She could not function without you and vice versa; No one could function without a great support system in King's Landing. With Cersei always making her rounds to check in on the both of you, always making quips about you being a bastard - both you and Margaery talked the biggest load of shit about her once she left. Then again that is what sister's do, they talk shit and laugh together. A gift from the gods above, a curse in the seven kingdoms. The optimism that Margaery held was one of the reasons that you became narrow to the world, living as a realist instead of in your sweetened fantasies. There was too much death shrouding for one to endure; You took the baggage on for her.

A stormy night in King's Landing was rare, only sunshine had made its way through the golden city. Standing on the balcony of the castle you watched how the rain trickled down softly in your chambers, how it rippled amongst blackwater bay in the most beautiful of ways. You were meant to be drawing a bath up for Margaery but, decided to let the water boil a bit more before letting her slip in. She loved a hot bath with her favorite citrus and clove oils, and on colder nights like this - it was heavily needed. Pulling your shawl tightly around your body you took a deep breath, letting the different spicy scents take over your senses. Warmth of the water and the cold from the rain were in heavy contrast - the one week you spent up in Winterfell with the Tyrells brought back so many memories like this - but at least Winterfell was welcoming and warm, not sticky and hateful like King's Landing. Hearing the gentle patters of feet on the cobblestone, you rushed over to the fireplace with your mitts, prancing the last of the boiling water over to the metal tub. As the final wash fell over you added the best part, fresh lilac and rose petals from the garden below - fresh cut by the Queen herself.

Standing back towards the fireplace, you watched the chamber door open but - reveal total darkness. Chewing on your bottom lip you felt the warmed presence of something else enter, causing your heart to shift into a flutter. There was a moment of total silence; The rain being drowned out by the racing in your ears, how your body shifted so quickly into fight mode. Candlelight could only take you so far to see - you were never particular on having more than a handful of candles lit at once, a hazard in itself plus the minimal lighting was better for you to sleep in. Slipping in through the open door was someone you never expected to see up this way, thinking he was down in the lower chambers, with six other companions. A black, almost black shawl draped over his shoulders was accompanied by brown pants; The strings pulled loose to show an incredible clean tuft of curls sitting at the base of his pelvis. Wandering eyes made their way up his lean torso, falling right onto his face - one you hated to admit was gorgeous. Generous auburn eyes glowed in the pale moonlight, his facial hair soft enough to scratch, making him purr. His hair, god that fucking short mane on top - how you were tempted to curl your fingers around every inch.

Ever since those from all Seven Kingdoms came to rejoice in the Purple Wedding, there had been one set of eyes permanently locking themselves onto you - watching your every move like it was the best entertainment yet. It all started when you first accompanied Margaery to the great hall for the ceremony, taking your place on her side in front. You stood facing your best friend with a wide smile, giving her some hope though she was to marry such a monster. Everyone in all of Westeros knew how much of a psychopath Joffery Baratheon was, if you could give Margaery a sliver of hope then you were going to. Distraction was prevalent during the ceremony when a warmed presence made its way behind you - boring into your soul. The bareness of your back in the lilac dress you wore had you able to feel every small lick of heat from dead set eyes. Before you could spin around to see the gaze wanting your attention so badly, a thick accented voice, low in nature appeared right in your ear, a heavy breath of wine and berries falling over your senses; "How long have you known the new Queen?" He asked, it was a genuine question from what you could tell. The urge to spin around and see exactly who you were talking to was high but, it would be frowned upon. Plus if your gaze was shifted elsewhere, Margaery would begin to panic.

"About ten years; Give or take," It was true, now that you both were close to your mid twenties now. When meeting at 12 years old you never expected your life to take such a turn like this, to now be standing only a few mere feet from the iron throne where your best friend was. In a way you only thought you were going to have tragedy and horrible memories to grow up with but, the Tyrell's changed your entire outlook on life. "Always her handmaiden, or more?" The same voice asked, goosebumps prickling your bare arms. His calloused, strong fingers began to stroke their way up your skin - reveling in how you gently shook at his touch. For this mystery man to have such an effect on you already was a sign of submission, something you were never going to give up easily. "She's my best friend," You sighed out, wanting to focus on the ceremony rather than another drunken fool who would try and have his way with you. Shrugging his touch off you held your hands together right in front of you, tilting your chin high with a sophisticated smile to your Queen. Deep down you did not want this man's touches to stop, or his sweetened words - you were hating how much you craved a total stranger; What spell did he cast on you?

"Hm, I am so sure of it. From the look you're giving her I can tell it's more than that," Honeyed words caused you to spin around effortlessly - cocking a wary eyebrow at the patron behind you. To not avail did you find him, just cautious eyes from each section of Westeros shooting you a glare. The heat on your face rose as you sighed out, turning back to the ceremony - now having Cersei Lannister shoot daggers in your direction. The familiar scent of wine and berries came back effortlessly once your eyes faced forward, sending a wave of heat through your nerves. "I'm sorry, who are you?" Your words barely came out above a whisper as you jaunted on, trying to put as much space as you could between yourself and this mystery man. Placing his body directly behind yours, he ghosted his hand over your waist - the heat causing your eyes to flutter shut for a split second, "Little canary, allow me to introduce mysel-"

"Sir, there is a wedding going on and I am not going to get in trouble due to you. Introductions can wait," You did not intend for the words to come in such a harsh manner as they did, it was the fact that Cersei and Jamie were staring at you as if they wanted you dead, you couldn't deal with that on what was suppose to be such a happy day. Before you could shuffle off towards the opposite side of the Great Hall, the hand ghosting over your body finally came into contact, a breathy moan escaping his lips before he began to speak; "Prince Oberyn Martell," He whispered into your ear, placing his hand flush against your waist - pulling you back to his chest. Resting your head against his forehead, you tried to keep your concentration focused primarily on the boring ceremony, the draping of cloth going forth now. But it was difficult when Oberyn's hands roamed your body like you were the last meal in all of the country, starving for your affection, your body, and soul. "Why don't we skip the dreadful event going on and, let me worship you. My paramour would take a quick liking to such a beauty as yourself."

His lips nipped at the soft spot behind your ear, causing a silent whimper to release from your lips. Fighting to keep your eyes opened Oberyn took the opportunity to slip his hand through the opening just below your breast, trailing his hot fingertips across your stomach - dipping lower, and lower until his reached the juncture of where your thigh met your pelvis. Shuttering at the feeling you could not help but think about his words, how he explicitly used the word paramour over wife. The Prince of Dorne; One who fucked everything and anything that could walk. Oberyn Martell was here, right behind you, touching you in such intimate ways as his lips trailed down to your neck. Biting at the supple flesh near your jaw, you felt the anger boil up in you that you were allowing this out in the open, for everyone to see; "Do I look like I'm from the pleasure houses?" The quip was quick, causing the Prince to laugh right into your ear - the assault his lips were having on your neck and jaw never stopped, trailing over to your shoulder instead. "No, you're more sophisticated than that; Feisty. You have a fire and spark I am dying to ravish."

Twirling around in his grasp, you pushed back a bit more to head towards the middle of the crowd. One of your hand was fixed on the back of his neck whilst the other was pressed firmly against his toned chest - both set of eyes peering in to one another. One of the most cocky smirks you have ever seen fell upon his Prince's lips - kissing the side of your mouth as he hiked your leg up around his waist, rolling his hips up into you. The broken moan leaving your lips made you flush, not wanting to give into his advances already. Moving your lips to press against the shell of his ear, you bite down harshly on his lobe, spitting your words out, "If you touch me again, I will break your fucking hand - Martell."

Tightening your hands into fists, you rolled your eyes as you sauntered back to the fireplace, using the poker to move around some of the burnt logs, "You're a long way from the brothels, Prince Oberyn." Shooting a glare at the man standing before you, you groaned as you focused on the amber flames - hoping they would take you away from this entire moment. In a way you were pleased to see Prince Oberyn again, but another was cursing you for feeling this type of way. Oberyn had a huge reputation across all of Westeros and Essos for being an intimate man; One who finds pleasure in all people. Nothing wrong with being sexually active, it was the fact that he could flirt with one and fuck another that made you feel sleazy, as if you were working around the corner at Little fingers establishments. There was a pride you had for not using sex to get to where you are, or what you wanted. Every now and again you did dabble but, it was nothing too exciting. A royal guard member here, a squire there - basic as men could come. "Ah but little canary, I am exactly where I need to be," The thick Dornish tang of Oberyn's accent caused goosebumps to rise on your skin - though you were fanning the flames. Silently you cursed yourself for having a wave of arousal pool in your heated center.

"No, you're not. Why have you come to my chambers?" It was a bit unethical to say the least for Margaery to bathe in your chambers, then again any chance she could get away from Joffrey she was taking. But she would never tell anyone that, she would never let out that she comes to your room for solace in the darkest hours on the mornings. Sucking your teeth whilst refusing to look at Oberyn, you put the fire poker down to add two more logs - breathing out in a ragged manner, "The Queen insisted I become acquainted with her lovely handmaiden." The words shot through your body like ice, freezing you from the inside out. There was no way Margaery would, even if she saw what Oberyn was doing to you earlier. Shaking your head you pounced to your feet, staring daggers into the man before you, silently cursing how you eyes ran up and down his beautiful physique. The urge to strike on him like a viper was strong, wanting to take the name for yourself. "Margaery would never, get lost," You sighed, rubbing the heel of your hand against tired eyes - setting the plush towels down to the side of the tub. Oberyn wasted no time rubbing the small of your back through your baby blue dress - letting the soft chiffon run over his fingertips.

"Aw, are you not enveloped by my charm?" You were, that was the sad part. A side of you wanted to submit in his grasp, let him pull anything he wanted from your body - but you could give him that pleasure. Straightening your back out, you shoved the Prince away from your body - making your way across the room to focus in on your desk chair, pulling your papers closer; Your quill only a few inches away. "Charm? You?" You spat in the direction of the Dornish Prince, watching how his mouth quirked into a hefty smirk. Following your steps over in front of your desk, he watched how you intricately started to write across the creased parchment, the story you had been working on for many moons now. It was one full of tradition revolving around Samhain; A foreign concept you were not well versed in but, it did not stop you from telling the spooky tale. Rolling your eyes as Oberyn comes to your side, you pushed your chair further to the left, cricking your neck to ease the ever-lasting tension; "Please." Oberyn was loving just how playfully snappy you are, loving to tease but hating to give him any/all satisfaction. With you it was like pulling teeth; Men like this never deserved your attention as Mace always said.

Breaking your concentration from writing was the feeling of his warm touch pulling at the strap of your dress, dipping it down enough to show the skin of your shoulder. Oberyn was quick on his feet, you had to give him that. Almost instantly his lips attached to your neck over the back of the chair, biting down on the pillowy skin. There was something so pleasurable about his plush lips but you could not give in, your hands tightening into fists whilst trying to contemplate your next move. "Such a delicate little thing, I wonder how wild you could be without your restraints," Oberyn hummed deeply, letting it ripple from his broad chest. Trailing his strong fingers down the front of your dress he wound up slinking his fingers across the swell of your breast, watching ever so gently for your reaction. He was a man of many passions but, he would never force you into anything you were not comfortable with. He was not going to let anything like that come about, killing anyone who dared do that to those he cared for. Whimpering at his words you managed to sling a sentence together, but not before he chuckled at your broken state, "I-I don't know what you mean - I do not have any restraints."

You did, and you knew that you did. It wasn't all of your fault, King's Landing made everyone stressed and tensed. Constantly dealing with the brutality and the bullshit being thrown your way caused you to develop thick skin; Beautiful personality lost in the brazen attitude of the Capital. Lamb to slaughter was the best way to describe how it felt to oppose the Baratheon's, the Lannister's and any house that was prevalent within the Red Keep. Leaning forth into Oberyn's touch, he hummed pleasantly against your neck, giving you the tentative stirs of his fingers against your nipples, "Oh but my little canary, you do. You carry the burden of life around with you like it was a badge of honor - that has made you so uptight." Hearing the truth fall from his lips caused your body to go rigid - the pleasure and sweet satisfaction he laced your body with just from a single touch dissipated. Slowly you craned your neck to stare up at him, trying to threaten him with only your eyes; Oh how bright they shone against the wet moonlight. Only a mere few inches from your face was the Prince, his eyes blackened due to bodily intoxication; "If looks could kill, I would have an honorable death," He winked, pushing himself away from you.

"Prince Oberyn, please leave my chambers immediately." It was getting out of hand this small game of cat and mouse, how he was chasing you with a pining sensation rather than fear. In those beautiful pants giving you little to imagine, you could see his taut backside pounding softly with every small step he took. Of course he noticed, it would be unlike him if he didn't. Slamming your open palms against the fresh oak desk, you rose quickly enough to show how serious you were. Daggers in your eyes and huffed breaths releasing in your wake made Oberyn's cock twitch - wanting to see you submit to him, release that hidden tension you were so adamant about not having. Waving off your excuse of madness, he let the hottest water of the bath ripple against his open palm - moaning at the sensation, "You need to relax, dear canary - sing for me. Come, join my bath," Oberyn pouted right in your direction - catching you with a meek smile. He waited, and waited, and waited for your loving response, knowing you were only moments away from fully cracking. But alas he was wrong, you would not submit without a fight; "No."

Shrugging your one word off as nothing, Oberyn began to hum as he let his shawl fall to the floor - pooling right behind him. His gaze never left yours as he pulled at the leather ties to his slacks, the softened leather outlining his thick cock deliciously. He was teasing you with every movement, not pulling his pants down right away but instead lowering them slowly. Each inch that he released caused the pool of arousal to grow between your legs - his shaft of his girthy length coming into full view. Under candlelight it was so tan, mostly from the nude bathing on the beach he loved to do, but his purple tip - begging to be sucked called your name; Your breath hitching in your throat. Winking at your shocked state, he finally let the pants pool on the floor with a loud groan - the colder air nipping at his bare skin. It did not take the Prince long to slip into the bath, sighing out heavily at the amazing feeling of the hot water on his skin. "Mmm, you made this perfect for me," his moan of appreciation opened the floodgates in your core, causing your legs to part slightly. What would he think if you dropped your dress and joined him? Would he welcome you with opened arms, or would he criticize you? Many thoughts of what you wanted this man to do to you flew through your mind, the dilemma was whether to act on them.

"You're an absolute nuisance, I will have the King's Guard escort you out," with the slam of your hands they came in contact with the wood again, causing Oberyn to jolt slightly in the water. Laughing at your remark he nodded, agreeing that he was a nuisance. He took great pride in knowing how much he pushed people beyond their limits, wanting them to see what life truly had to offer - what they should not be afraid of in hindsight. Life is all about adventure and new opportunity; Oberyn's mission was to make sure you felt the love and want that you deserve, that you craved from a young age. He knew what it was like to be unwanted, but never let that define him. Dorne is for lovers - he wanted every part of Westeros to see, feel, and hear it. Sinking further into the water of the golden tub, he deeply inhaled the beautiful clove scent, reminding him of Sunspear as he spoke, "When was the last time you were properly given the bounty of pleasure?" His face did not falter in the slightest, remaining strong and curious with a tightly pulled lip. Pondering your own expression wasn't hard to do in this lighting, but he could see the heat rising across your skin.

"Shut up-" you stopped yourself quick, not wanting to elaborate on what your mind was thinking. It had been a long, long time - before you even got to the Red Keep when you last experienced pleasure. The last person you ever let touch you in such an intimate setting was Podrick Payne, a chance encounter one night while Tyrion and Sansa were on some kind of retreat. Though it was one of the best sexual experiences, it was innocent with only fingers and mouths being of use. Nothing in between to really get your fancy going. Multiple nights you lulled yourself to sleep with the delicate touch of your own fingers inside your aching core - not thick or long enough to truly graze that one spongy spot. Now with Oberyn, you know that man could find that spot within seconds to have you see stars, to give yourself the beautiful release you were so desperately seeking. He would pull ripple upon ripple of your orgasm from you effortlessly, still begging you for more at the end of the day. That is all you have been craving since he touched you on the wedding day; "Ah, we must have a virgin in our midst."

It was a vicious slap back to reality, hearing such a skilled man call you a virgin. You were nowhere near that pure, losing yours within the last of your teenage years. The anger boiling over in your bloodstream was making you nervous at how badly you were going to snap at Oberyn. You didn't want to lose your cool with him, especially since you were starting to warm up to the idea of him pleasing you. But everyone in King's Landing made fun of you for being pure, uptight and a bitch - so it was like he was adding it the bullying deep within your mind. Pinpricks of tears latched themselves to your lashes as you tried to get them away, not wanting to cry in front of the Prince of Dorne. Rounding your desk you were like a bat out of hell, rushing over to the side of Oberyn as he laid in the tub, comfortable and at peace. Lowering your gaze to stare right at eye level, you let your vision go red before lashing out the harshest words you could muster, wanting them to burn, and sting; "I fucking hate you, Martell. You are one of those most bat shit fuckers I have ever laid my eyes upon, and one that is too slow on the dr-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Oberyn's wet hand came up quick from the hot water, slamming right against the juncture of your throat. Your knees buckled as they came into contact with the cold stone floor, your breath caught in his tight grasp. Bringing your hands up to grip at his wrist you saw the amused grin on his pouty lips, how his eyes slanted slightly to engage in your retort. Bringing your face closer to his, he let his fingers press down on your pulse point to cut the blood flow off - pounding of blood in your ears became deafening when he fanned his hot breath of your parted lips, "I'm what?" The words were calm, too calm for your liking. The fact that Oberyn did not bat an eye at what he was doing spoke measures; How he man handled you without a single thought to accompany it. Gods what you would give to slam yourself down onto his lap right now, but of course that would be too easy, you wanted him to submit. "T-Too slow on th-he dr-r-raw!" You managed to croak the words out with a playful smirk, but Oberyn was not having it. He moved so quickly to pin your face down against the side of the tub, letting some of the water splash against your chin and neck. Under your dress your thighs were trembling at the sudden surge of dominance; Your teeth putting your lip tightly.

"You grab a woman like a bitch in heat; Pathetic." This was not helping your case at all, with Oberyn tightening his grip around your neck as the harsh curl of the metal edge dug into your warm cheek. Wriggling against his restraint had you seeing stars, his warm hand in contrast with your cool skin - how you could feel every inch of his callouses from years and years of sparring. To be man handled by someone as experienced as Oberyn was what you needed - to give up control and order for a little bit just to feel, to embrace, and enjoy. Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to call a quits now, let this man reign over you and let everything be where it needed. He has had decades upon decades of practice, why would you be any different to the first timers he had? "You know what I think?" Oberyn's words were almost distant when he spoke, though his lips were pressed right against your temple. Gulping down the pool of saliva making itself known within your mouth you tried to keep your focus, but could only imagine how that gorgeous chin strap and moustache would feel between your legs, against your bare thighs - rubbing that sweet bundle of nerves right at the top of your sex. If his hold wasn't so tight, you would be a moaning mess.

You had not realized that Oberyn was not liking your quietness, or how lost in thought you truly were to his advances. The only thing you could think of in this moment was how good you would look bouncing on his cock, dragging your nails down his chest on your bed - letting the Prince have his way with you. A harsh crack against your backside caused you to silently yelp, bringing your gaze back up to him as the devilish grin grew - seeing the pleasure building within your eyes; "I think because you have never known the touch of someone so skilled in their craft, one who will not be a disappointment, it has caused you to have a Lannister stick lodged so far up this beautiful ass, you cannot let yourself enjoy the smaller things life has to offer." Each word he let out was given new purpose, causing your chest to ignite. He was not wrong, it was invisible but to those who paid close attention to detail could see how far it was truly lodged up there. There was a glint in his eyes that showed he wanted to remove it, to let those barbed edges slid out of the deepened gashes they created. You did not deserve to be afraid, or scared to take advantage of life; You deserved happiness and freedom - Oberyn wanted to give you that though you were a tough nut to crack. "Flowers; A bastard, are you not?" The quick change in subject caused your heart to plummet, his hand to release small off of your neck.

"That has-" You began, shaking your head as far as he would allow. Oberyn was not having it though, knowing you were going to do what you did best - deny. Pushing your throat down harder against the metal rim he cut your words off quickly, not wanting you to put more negativity out when he was trying to give you some goodness - the greatness you deserved to have. "In Dorne we welcome bastards; Sand is not a name to be ashamed of but one to take great reward in. Hell, I have eight bastard girls myself." That was always a part of the Southern part of Westeros you loved, how the Dornish took pride in bastards rather than shut them away like they were garbage. Deep down you always pondered what it would be like to grow up in Dorne, to be appreciated and loved in a multitude of ways, rather than bullied and tormented. Hearing Oberyn mention his daughters caused your heart to explode with admiration; Just by simple words you could tell how proud he was of them. Though you hardened and sarcastic nature would not let you praise that man for it, instead your retort would be one that Oberyn would not shy away from - especially if it meant punishing you; "Good for you, old man."

It surprised you how quickly and clearly you managed to let that seep out, how the best insult you could come up with is age. Though your words were small they did have a greater impact on the man, though he would not show it properly. One of the things he had been most worried about recently was the small patch of grey hair that littered his temple, along with the softening of his belly, showing his age off a bit more than normal. You did not mean it in such a horrid way, no, it was meant as a teasing tactic to see what he would do to you. Seeing the slight hurt in his eyes made you feel tiny, small and childlike whimpering for help, the cool burst across your body was fear inducing. "You think 42 is old, little canary?" Though you couldn't tell now how much your words offended the Prince when he was beaming down at you, his body half in and half out of the water - the gorgeous outline of his length barely breaking the surface. How you wanted to just reach down and grab hold onto it, suck on the tip until you could taste his salty essence. "No, I think you're old," you meant for it to sound intimidating, but with the way you sated at his cock, your eyes told another story.

"Have you met such an old man who can pull such pleasure from your body in only two minutes?" Oberyn smirked at your expression, flicking his tongue out in a way to mock, and mimic what he could do to your aching mound. When his hand released off of your neck you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the thought of Oberyn eating you out, clamping your eyes shut - but not moving your head. Perching himself up on his knees, Oberyn pulled you to your feet, letting his eyes wander across your beautiful dress-clad form. Roaming hands found the luscious ribbon holding the entire thing together, slowly tugging on each one to let your dress shed. You could not deny him this pleasure of seeing you in the nude - fuck you didn't want him to stop. The first set came undone easily, leaving only the next two as your life support almost. This was a teasing tactic he was doing, seeing how much you really wanted him and how much you actually played into his games; How much he played into yours. "Just let go, for one dear y/n. Let me take care of you-"

"I'd rather die," you cursed yourself silently at your words, sighing out. It was becoming tiring for you to keep this charade up - draining you of your happy essence to a man who wanted to worship you. Sucking in a deep breath, you let your eyes meet his finally, after so long of pondering what could be. Instinctively you placed your hands right on his shoulders to brace yourself, feeling the last of your straps become undone. Though your words felt like acid in your mouth, Oberyn smirked at your boldness - telling off a part of the royal family, which in some cases, would get you killed. The only was you wanted to die at the hands of Oberyn was by his mouth, his fingers and his cock. You'd want to die by the pleasure and overstimulation, rather than his perfected craft of poison. "I can have that arranged, you know," Oberyn challenged as he released the last of your bindings, letting your nude body stand before him as the soft fabric of your dress pooled at your feet. Instantly to the cool room your nipples pebbled for Oberyn, which caused him to latch his lips onto the tightened bud. Suckling gently to give you that new found pleasure, he held your hand as he lowered you to him in the tub - wanting you to relax. You were finally giving into him.

Oberyn held your thighs as you lowered, wanting to let your legs cradle his waist while holding you close, letting you feel the skin to skin contact you have lacked. You had to admit the water was perfect, how hot it was against the cold room made your body shiver with delight. Hot baths like this were reserved for the Queen only, you had to deal with lukewarm; This changed everything. Every inch of stress and bullshit you have had to deal with over the last few years simply melted away to the scent of citrus and clove; The warm hands holding your thigh and back released positive endorphins to cloud that dull mind. In a way, under Oberyn's grasp, you felt like you again - not the distant memory of you that was locked away. The wet hand that laid against your back trailed wet touches up your spine, leading to the back of your neck. But this time when he held you, it wasn't out of anger - but love. Pulling your face towards him easily, Oberyn braced himself against your body as you did the same, knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

Gently Oberyn lurched forward to press his plush lips to yours with passion; Not enough to be marked as lust but, affection. The kiss was slow, and sweet - no real sign of sexual tension. How perfectly his lips molded to yours only amplified the slick between your legs, dribbling onto Oberyn's exposed cock. Your hand came to wrap around Oberyn's neck, pulling slightly at the tuft of curls he had flowing down the back of his head. The whimper escaping your lips was immediately swallowed by the Prince, his hold on your thigh becoming harsh. Pulling back slightly Oberyn turned breathless with a smile, pushing some of the dampened hair out of your face with ease; "See? Now was that so difficult?" Oberyn's chuckle was like music to your ears, the soft and pillowy nature felt like the home you never knew before. Returning his beautiful smile with such ease, you pressed your forehead against his with a sigh, loving how everything you have been harboring was slipping away, not threatening to come back as long as you were in Oberyn's arms. "Little canary, can I make you sing for me?" Oberyn's voice dipped lower, a seductive stance coming out as he laced his fingers in your hair, tugging your gentle locks. Breathlessly you responded, grinding your molten center against his aching length, earning a harsh slap against your ass, "Yes, release my body of the impurity the Lannister's have put on me."

"Don't you worry, my gorgeous sun, let me take care of you. Let me show you how we relieve tension in Dorne."

[pinkworldone]

Anyway, just imagine Sunday and Robin as royal people, I believe very similar to what we have in the game, they being famous and influential throughout Penacony. But let's extend this to a more medieval and Manhwas-like view.

You were created with only one purpose: to take Sunday and Robin to victory, even if your life has to be sacrificed for this goal to occur, to make Sunday an emperor and Princess Robin, your goal was to make her happy and marry a good match. A rich man that she truly loved.

So, in this idea, we would have an obsessed reader who loses your own wills only to complete the goal given to you, while we would have two yanderes or perhaps one, of your choice, actively pursuing the reader.

You need and will make them perfect in everything, not in a forced way but careful so that they do not go crazy with the pressure of being Penacony's face. In addition,  you know them since they were little, friends as children that soon became something bigger for them, however, but for you. This was just your duty.

You sacrificed everything most precious, your relationships, your health… your life so that they had everything good and the best, so that they would rise in life and you could watch with pride, they didn't even need to thank you.

Therefore, you had to get closer to Sunday and help him in the complicated moments of your life, properly instruct him in his duties and help him whenever you can. Just as you help him in dance and education classes, you almost always hesitated to touch him, but you were kind and reluctant, always respecting his personal space, even if years later he does not respect yours.

The dearest and adorable Robin quickly warms up to you when you were children, she appreciates that you are kind and critical with your words, always being careful not to hurt her heart. Robin lives in this fantasy of you always being together just like children, she felt very hurt and sad when she saw you only neutral, an empty shell that serves to accept and fulfill her desires, so Robin does her best to help you in the things you show the least of interest.

Relating better, you had to give up your own existence and personality when you had to serve both of you, so they had to see your smile disappear so fast that it was painful, to see your healthy self to become more and more psychologically degraded and physically exhausted.

Soon, you realize that the dance classes are getting longer and the touches look different next to Sunday, it seems wrong and too affectionate. He insists on always training so that it is perfect and you appreciate it, but training every day is painful, but you don't care, your body... your life is not important like that, so just accept and follow your master's orders.

Robin keeps doing her best to make you smile, especially leading you to do things you liked when you were little to feel that nice feeling of nostalgia and maybe see the slightest smile on your face. You have become her stage and even tired, on the verge of exhaustion, you continue and support her. So, as Robin knows that you will obey her anyway, she forces you to rest next to her, lying under the flowers and looking at the beautiful blue sky.

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-nineteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I realized today that Sarah and I have been working on this story for almost TWO MONTHS. Holy shit. Talk about a slow burn! I don't think it's ever taken me this long to write an active story. Also, there are a few sentences in Greek and Italian in this chapter. You can find the translations at the end of the chapter.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

My knee bounced in a tangent along with the clock on the wall behind Dr. Poulos as she tilted her head towards me, waiting for my answer. 

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I blinked slowly. 

She gave me a small smile, tapping her pen on her notebook; something I’ve realized she did when she was ready to ask me a hard-hitting question. 

“How have the panic attacks been?” Dr. Poulos wondered. 

“Uh,” I rubbed my jaw. “It’s been better, I suppose. I still feel them starting every once in a while but my friends have been great at helping me through them.” 

“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I know it was a problem for you from our first session.” 

“Yeah, I’ve come to realize there were a few aspects of my life that hindered me more than helped me.” 

Dr. Poulos’ brows raised. “Like what?” 

“Up until recently, I would drink; a lot. And smoke weed every so often. People say it’s the lesser of the drugs but it affected me in such a way that I didn’t like the man I saw in the mirror. Same with the alcohol. So, I’ve decided to become sober.” 

That spread a wider smile on her face. “I’m proud of you, Noah. It’s not an easy thing to overcome but to see how determined you are makes me very happy.” 

I ran my hands over my thighs while standing up straighter on the couch; her positive praise made my heart beat a bit faster. 

“I just want to be the healthiest I can be. Your body is a temple, ya know? It’s only been a few weeks but I can already tell a difference in the way I sing.” 

“That’s exceptional, Noah. I’m happy to hear that. It’ll help the course of your life. But I must ask, do you feel it’ll leave a part of you open and willing to accept the love you think you deserve?” 

I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, as you mentioned previously, it sounds like Y/N has had some complicated relations with a man who was in a state of addiction. Do you feel that maybe, a part of your being sober can help you leave that part finally open? Allow you to see that you can be loved.” 

When I remained silent, letting her words rest in my mind, Dr. Poulos shut her notebook and set it on the table between us; next to one of those sand zen garden things. 

“What you're doing with Bailey and hiding your true feelings for Y/N doesn't seem to be helping, right?” 

I shook my head with a long sigh. “I never meant for things to go this far.” 

Dr. Poulos leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, stippling her fingers. 

“Has Y/N ever given you a reason to doubt the things you say to her?” 

“No. Never,” I answered without missing a beat. 

“Then what’s stopping you from telling her how you feel?” She brushed a strand of brown-graying hair from her eyes. 

With Dr. Poulos’ words replaying in my mind, I sat down on the steps of her office while clicking on Bailey’s contact name on my phone. As it rang, I tapped my fingers on my knee to drum a random beat. 

“Hey, it’s Bailey. Leave me a message!’

Cursing to myself, I wished that she had answered because I didn’t want to do this with her voicemail but I had no other option. This needed to be done. 

“Bailey, it’s me- Noah,” I sighed while pinching my eyes shut. “Listen, I didn’t want to do this over text or on your voicemail. But I thought it best you hear me say this. I wanted to discuss it with you the other day but shit came up.” 

My eyes watched as a few people walked past on the sidewalk in front of me. 

“Look, I never wanted to hurt you, you’re a nice girl but this-us-isn’t working for me. I’m-I’m sorry if this hurts you. Truly. I’m not good at words all the time but I will say that I wish you the best and I hope you have a nice life.” 

After hanging up, I could physically feel the weight lift off my shoulders and heart. Breathing was easier and lighter, so with this newfound feeling, I quickly dialed Y/N’s number. 

“Mochi!” 

I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Hi, angel. Are you busy?” I asked while rising from the steps to walk a few steps to my car that was parked in the street. 

“I’m walking into an appointment right now. Can I call you later?”

Ignoring the way my heart dropped, I started my car and sat there for a moment. 

“Of course. I’ll be in the studio but I’ll always answer for you.” My hand ran over the steering wheel. 

“So sweet,” Y/N chuckled and my stomach fluttered. “There’s a reason why I gave you that nickname.” 

We quickly said our goodbyes and my mind was filled with the heavy conversation I needed to have with Y/N. I didn’t even realize the familiar figure bounding up the steps of the same office I left mere minutes ago, her yellow sundress flowing in the wind.

READER

My eyes were trained on the small sand zen garden on Dr. Poulos’ table as she tapped her pen against the notebook in her lap. The clock ticked annoyingly loudly behind her, almost mocking me as I continued to leave her question unanswered. 

“Y/N,” Dr. Poulos’s voice was firm, breaking me from my trance. “You mentioned your mother contacted you the other day?” 

I played with the hem of my yellow sundress. “Uh, yeah. She doesn't do it often but when she does, she really lets her feelings known.” 

“And what are those feelings?” 

“The same bullshit. My mom doesn’t agree with the lifestyle I’ve chosen. She thinks it's a waste of time,” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s who she is. Being Greek, I was raised to have large but realistic dreams. My father on the other hand wanted and still wants me to follow my heart, he wants me to go after what I want, what I need. There’s a line between both of them.”

“You know,” Dr. Poulos tucked a strand of her brown-graying hair behind her ear. “There’s a study that says insecure attachment styles can develop as a result of poor parenting. Research indicates that attachment in childhood affects the development of familial, social, and romantic relationships later in life. Do you feel this has deeply affected or influenced your relationships? 

I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, you’ve had a pattern of falling for men who aren't good for you yet believing they are real love when you know subconsciously you deserve better.” 

“Maybe,” the word trailed off my lips, uncertainty weighing heavy on my heart. 

Dr. Poulos hummed, crossing one leg over the other. “It sounds that way, doesn’t it? Are you running from Noah because you’re afraid you’ll disappoint him? Afraid he’ll do what your mother often does? You’ve seen the way your parent's marriage was like growing up, that has to be a hindering factor, doesn't it? 

My jaw ticked. “My mother was unfair to my father. I’d never do that or treat anyone that way.” 

“I know you won’t, Y/N. You know it yourself, deep down in your heart,” she patted a hand over her own heart. “Because from what you told me about Noah, I don’t believe that he would act the way your mother has. You won’t disappoint him. And he doesn’t want to do that to you either.” 

I shook my head widely. “He’s with someone else so it doesn't even matter.” 

A small smile lifted at the corner of her lips. “Quite the contrary, Y/N. You said it earlier you wanted to tell him the truth. He isn’t your mother and again, from what you’ve told me it sounds like you both may want the same things. You’re just not trusting yourself. You’re relying on your trauma and issues with your mother to get in the way.” 

“Wow, nice observation,” I snorted. “How am I supposed to fix that?” 

Dr. Poulos ignored my snarky attitude. “If your mother has been unreliable, then you may need to lean on other people who are for support. Socializing with friends and learning to be vulnerable with others can help increase emotional connection.” 

“Malcolm and Chase are reliable,” I stated. 

“It sounds like it, from what you’ve told me,” she nodded. “There’s also Noah. His support can take some time to develop but having stable relationships with others can be part of healing. And most of all, self-care.” 

I left therapy with a hopeful heart and bright smile. Dr. Poulos always knew what I needed to hear as much as I tried to fight it. Peaking down at my phone, my pulse quickened when I noticed a missed text from Noah.

Mochi 🍡: New episode of Attack on Titan dropped. I can pick up lunch. Your place or mine?

Giggling, I typed out my response, not letting anything ruin this euphoric high I felt.

NOAH

I stood outside Y/N’s front door, shaking out the nerves, and knocked on it. I had a bag of take-out food in my hand, something she requested from her favorite burrito place. 

“Hi,” she smiled while letting me in. “Did you remember the Dr. Pepper?” 

I chuckled while holding up the cup. “Light ice.” 

As we set out the food on the table in their dining room, I motioned towards the various easels and splattered pain on the carpet. “Studio?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N gave a sheepish smile. The lighting in here is better than my bedroom; although not by much.” 

I took in the various paintings of abstract lines and colors, some of random landscapes, and one of Salem. 

“These are really good, angel.” 

“I’m glad I decided to do this. Painting has been a great way to escape from reality, even for a little bit,” she took a bite of her burrito. “Oh, extra guac? How’d you know?” 

I shrugged. “I just do.”

We ate in silence for the next few long moments and as much as I tried to quiet the loud voices in my mind that screamed at me to tell Y/N the truth right now, it was extremely difficult. 

My eyes took in the glimmer of her bracelet as she reached for the chips and I couldn't stop the smile that spread wide to my lips. Y/N was still wearing the jewelry I bought her and it made me feel proud. 

“Where’s Chase and Malcolm?” I asked, noticing the quiet.

Y/N took a large drink of her soda, reveling in the taste. “Hiking. They left earlier this morning and typically don’t come back till later. So I have the place to myself.”

Just as I was about to speak, a persistent knock sounded on the front door, and she turned towards it with a confused stare. 

“Expecting anyone?” 

She shook her head. “Nope. Probably someone selling Girl Scout cookies.” 

“If they have Thin Mints, I’ll take four boxes,” I called after Y/N. 

Her laugh echoed throughout the room but soon seized when she opened the door. I noticed the way her body went rigid and I slowly rose in time to see a tall but petite brunette all but push her way inside. 

“Hi, koukla. I would have texted or called but it seems like you have an issue with checking your phone,” the lady peered around the space, a sour look on her lips. 

“Mo-mom? What are you doing here?” 

Shit. 

I knew there was a history with Y/N’s mom but never knew how deep it ran. 

“I was in town and thought to surprise you. Since you never talk to me anymore,” her mom tsked. 

Finally, her eyes landed on me, standing in the threshold of the living room and dining room; gaze hardening. 

“Who’s this?” She asked Y/N. 

Internally I snorted at how she asked Y/N rather than asking me. 

“I’m Noah,” I introduced myself while brushing away the strands from my face. 

Her mom hummed before nodding towards the back end of the house. “Give me and my daughter some privacy.” 

“Mom!” Y/N seethed. 

Noticing how the tension shifted, I gave Y/N a soft smile. “It’s alright. I’ll go say hi to Salem.” 

With my back to them, I walked down the hall and heard her mom mutter something in Greek. 

“Giatí échei makriá malliá?” 

“Eísai apísteftos,” Y/N responded in a stern voice. 

Sitting in the Y/N’s bedroom with Salem perched on my lap, I left the door wide open so I could listen in on the conversation. It may have been wrong to eavesdrop but something deep inside of me told me to be on edge, just in case.

“You should have called, Mom,” Y/N said. 

“You never return my calls.” 

“Gee, I wonder why. You exactly haven’t been that peachy the last few times we’ve talked.” I could hear the slight edge in Y/N’s voice. 

“I thought I’d told you I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me.” 

“It’s a two-way street, Mom. You get what you give.” 

Salem purred loudly in my lap and I continued to scratch him in the spot I knew he loved; between his ears. 

“I’ve always hated when your father used that line,” her mother sighed. 

Someone was pacing, their footsteps echoing loudly down the hall, and I peered down at Salem. 

“Your mom seems pretty upset right now,” I frowned at the feline. 

His bright green eyes stared back at me, simply demanding one thing silently; more pets to which I obliged. 

“Have you been to the doctor lately?” 

“Since when do you care, Mom? You never ask how I’m doing.” 

Salem jumped off of me when I slowly rose to my feet, deciding that I needed to be closer to Y/N, just in case. 

“I know how bad Endometriosis affects you, Y/N. I’m simply wondering.” 

I could almost hear Y/N roll her eyes as I neared the end of the hallway, out of sight but could still see just enough. Y/N stood with her hands on her hips while her mom sat comfortably on the couch. 

“I’m fine.” Y/N kept her answers short. 

Her mother pursed her lips. “And how’s the career?” 

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at the way she said career. 

Y/N snorted. “Please, like you give a shit.” 

“Watch your language!” 

“You’ve never supported me with my music. Hell, with any of my dreams. So don’t start acting like you give a shit now. 

Her mom rose to her feet, narrowing her gaze. “That’s not true. I only want what’s best for you, Y/N. You don’t want to end up like your father and be stuck.” 

“He wasn’t stuck,” Y/N scoffed while clenching her fists. 

Her mother clicked her tongue while brushing away Y/N’s hair from her face. “Yes, sweetie, he was. And I’m telling you, no man will want to deal with someone that’s always on the road. What man is going to wait around or understand this lifestyle? What future are you gonna have?”

My jaw clenched at hearing those words because I knew it wasn’t true. There was a man who wanted Y/N; me. I would wait for years if I had to. Whenever she was ready, I’d be here. 

But hearing how her mom talked to her made me realize that there was a reason why Y/N never spoke of her and why she was so apprehensive of any future relationship. 

“We’re not talking about this,” Y/N stepped away from her mom to stand on the other end of the couch, giving more space between them. 

“Once again, you’re avoiding a tough subject. I didn’t raise you this way,” her mother chastised. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Raised me? Are you fucking kidding me? You barely were home, too busy focusing on your career leaving Dad home to raise me!” 

I smirked at hearing Y/N mock her mother in how she said career moments before. 

“Your father was always your favorite. But it was me you stayed with after the divorce!” Her mother's voice was raised. 

Fearing this would end in such a bad way, I pulled my phone to send a text to Chase. 

Me: Y/N’s mom is here and I’m afraid shit is about to hit the fan. What should I do?

His response came almost immediately. 

Chase: Fuck. Whatever you do, Noah. Don’t leave. Stay until we get there. Every time her mom either contacts her or shows up, Y/N goes into a dark place. Malcolm and I are leaving right now and should be back in an hour.

I swallowed thickly as my stomach dropped. If the guys were worried about Y/N’s mom being here, it could only mean one thing. 

Disaster. 

“I stayed with you because you made me feel guilty!” Y/N choked on a sob. “For years I wondered why I didn’t feel a connection with you so I thought staying with you would bring us closer. But instead, you dropped the you’re adopted bomb on me; on my birthday!”

Her mother had the audacity to shrug. 

“You probably would have found out eventually. I simply sped up the process.” 

Y/N shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Because I tell the truth? You think people are going to stay with you with the lifestyle you’ve chosen?” 

“Oh, gods, we’re back on this again?” Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “I have a lot of people that support me.” 

 “Who? Your friend?” Her mom pointed a firm finger towards the hallway where I was still hiding around the corner. “Do you think he is going to wait around?” 

For years if I have to. 

“No. No one will, Y/N. You’re like your father with these pipe dreams.” 

“Pipe dreams? I didn’t realize wanting a family was a pipe dream,” Y/N spat. 

Her mother gave her a somber smile, clicking her teeth. “Kouklamou, I thought we talked about this. You can’t have a family, not the traditional way anyway. You need to realize that no man is going to want to go through all that trouble to have a child. It’s not worth it.” 

Y/N and I both flinched at the same time, those words almost verbatim with what Trey used to say to her. There I stood, my fists clenched by my sides, I rolled my shoulders back, glaring towards the petite brunette with dark eyes. 

I was feeling triggered while I observed this entire thing; it felt intrusive at first but now feels like I’m behind fifty feet of glass.

It made sense now, why this loving bond between Y/N and I was inaccessible. In this mode, I had to take great care not to damage these bonds of love, this relationship, this friendship, and this woman in front of me, who very early on became everything to my heart and soul. For in time, the glass disappeared and my love returned stronger.

I understood.

From my corner, I could see how the kitchen table had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound is contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times; I understood. 

I refused to stand there and let it sour, not to her. Never to her.

Sobs played like a sad tune and I noticed Y/N was crying, hastily whipping away the tears. 

“I can’t believe I continue to let you in my life, knowing how you’ll treat me. Girls are supposed to look up to their mothers as idols, to learn from them how to be mothers. But you’ve shown me how not to treat my kids in the future.” 

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N. The chances of you becoming a mother are not in the cards for you. Neither is this musical career. You need to face reality.”

Fuck this. 

As I stepped into view of them, Y/N pointed to the front door. “I don’t need you to come in here and tell me how to run my life, I’m done with this.” 

“Y/n-.” 

“You heard her,” I spoke while standing next to Y/N, immediately wrapping my arm around her shoulder to pull her into my chest. 

My heart broke at how quickly she grasped onto my shirt, not wanting me to let her go. 

“Excuse me? This is a private matter between my daughter and me. This doesn't concern you,” her mom’s eyes sliced into me. 

“It does. Because it’s Y/N.” 

Her mom’s gaze bounced between the two of us, almost waiting for Y/N to object to my words, but instead, she stood firm, sniffing away her tears. 

“You need to leave.” 

With one final glare, Y/N’s mom snatched her purse off the couch while muttering something Greek under her breath before she slammed the door behind her; all the negative energy leaving in waves. 

“Y/N,” I tried to make her look at me but she kept her head cast down. 

“I can’t, Noah,” she cried. 

I lifted her chin with a firm finger and sucked in a breath as broken, bloodshot eyes stared back at me. 

“Don’t ever hide from me, angel. You know that.” 

Y/N kept her gaze firm on my face. “She does this every time. I don’t know why I continue to let her. I’m just a girl who wants her mother's love, is that so wrong?” 

“Angel,” I murmured while pulling her into my embrace, brushing a kiss across her forehead. 

NOAH

My fingers drummed against the marble counter in front of me while Davis set out various ingredients. We were currently streaming the two of us cooking BLTs, something for the fans to enjoy and watch. I was reading some of the comments, smiling at a few then cringing at some others. 

Davis handed me a block of cheese. “Cut this up for me, would ya?” 

With it in one hand, I playfully spit on my hand before giving it a nice smack. 

“Hm, imagining that someone's ass?” He smirked under his breath. 

I gave him a light shove. “Fuck off.” 

We spent the next long while goofing off and having fun for the stream. It was nice to let my mind focus on something else besides Y/N and her mom. I spent the rest of the night at her place, holding her in my arms as she cried herself to sleep. The familiar scent of her lingered on me as I tucked her softly in her bed. Before I walked out of her house, I ran into Chase and Malcolm, whose parting words stuck with me all day.

“She needs you more than she’ll admit. It may not seem like it but she does.” 

Y/N texted me this morning to thank me for being there for her and say that if she went M.I.A for a while today, it’s only because Hollow Souls were in the studio recording. I didn't ask how she was feeling after the surprise visit from her mom. Y/N would tell me, if she wanted to, when she was ready.

“Alright, let’s read some comments,” Davis suggested as we finished up the cook-off; me winning.

He held Max in his hands, every so often giving him kisses. As I read a few comments out loud and responded, the dog practically begged me for attention when a familiar username appeared on the screen. 

Y/NHollowSouls: Noah Sebastian, I swear to Hades himself. You kiss Max right now or I’ll come over there and kick your ass.

I laughed while shaking my head. “Alright, Max. Come here! Let me give you some love.” 

I scratched the dog's ear while leaving a soft kiss on his nose then looked back to the computer screen to see Y/N leave another comment. 

Y/NHollowSouls: Good, that’s better. Now I need to taste this famous BLT that won. 

“Then get your ass over here. Bring some coconut water because Noah drank the last one,” Davis said once he read the comment. 

My heart began to beat widely in my chest at the thought of seeing Y/N again. 

Y/NHollowSouls: fuck yes. Noah, have that sandwich ready for me.

We ended the stream shortly after that but my eyes lingered on the black screen for a long moment. Davis immediately picked up on my quiet mood and knocked on the countertop.

“Noah?” 

My name was white noise, still staring at zoning out in front of me. 

“Earth to Noah! Come in Herc! Come in Herc!” 

“What?” My eyes snapped over to Davis, finally breaking out of my trance. 

“What I thought.” He smirks before getting serious. “Are you alright?” 

I gave a weak smile towards Davis. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

He motioned towards the laptop. “I know you’re not actually fine right now but-.” 

I ran a hand over my face, doing my best to keep my breathing calm and even. “I’ll be fine, I promise. It just fucking hurts.” 

Davis shifted on his feet, hesitation clear on his face. “Why? No disrespect to Y/N at all, you know I love her-we all do. But why did you choose to stay in touch? After all the hurt you’ve gone through.”

My vision was direct with his. “Because I’d rather have her from afar to make sure she’s alright than to not have her in my life at all. Besides, she’s going through a lot of shit, something no one should go through alone. I won’t let her.” 

A grin spread across his face and he nodded. “I knew it. I just wanted to hear you admit it. But you need to end this shit with Bailey.” 

“I already did.” 

“Fuck,” Davis’ eyes widened. “Finally. How did she take it?” 

I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. “That’s the thing, she didn’t answer. I left her a voicemail.” 

“A voicemail? Damn, do you think she got the message?” Davis wondered while be began cleaning up the mess. 

I, instead, began making another sandwich for Y/N, knowing she’d be here soon. “I fucking hope so. If not, then she’s probably testing me to see if I’d change my mind.” 

“But you won't, right?” 

I snorted. “Fat chance.”

Davis turned towards me, drying his hands on a towel. “So you broke up with Bailey. What’s the next step with Y/N?” 

“I need to talk to her first. There’s a lot we need to talk about,” I said while pulling out a cold can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge. 

“Hey, that’s the last one,” he exclaimed. 

I merely shrugged while setting a place at the kitchen table for Y/N. “It’s for Y/N.” 

Davis, as much as he tried to be upset, chuckled. “In all seriousness, Noah, you know we’re here to support you. We have your back.” 

I smiled at one of my best friends. “I know.” 

Just then a knock sounded on the front door and before Davis could answer it, I quickly closed the short distance and opened it with a smile; only for it to drop seeing Y/N standing on the other side with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” I questioned while allowing her to step inside and led her to Davis’ kitchen. 

“Chase’s birthday is on Friday and the venue I booked for it just canceled on me. Something about a pipe bursting and the room is flooded,” she exasperated while falling into the chair at the table. 

“What are you going to do?” I questioned while sitting across from her. 

Davis joined us at the table, taking the coconut water from Y/N with a small smile. 

“Thankfully since they have to cancel, I get my deposit back but Malcolm is freaking out,” she waved her phone around. “We have two days to figure out somewhere new for this surprise party.” 

“You can have it at my place,” I suggested. 

Y/N took a long drink of her soda. “Are you sure? Don’t you think you should talk with the rest of the guys first?” 

I snatched a chip off her plate and shrugged. “They won’t mind.” 

“Sei un tesoro, mochi,” she patted my cheek. 

Davis choked on his drink and my eyes snapped over to him. “I don’t want to hear it!” 

He held up his hands. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Y/N smirked before taking the first bite of her sandwich and groaned. “Oh shit, this is good. No wonder you won, Noah.” 

With a prideful smirk, I motioned to the rest of her plate. “Finish up. I’ll call the guys and have them meet here and we can plan Chase’s party.” 

At one point, Davis left to take Max for a walk, leaving Y/N and I alone. We sat silently and enjoyed the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seemed only the old could sit next to one another, not say anything, and still feel content. The young, brash, and impatient, must always break the silence. It’s a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

“Oh, I never noticed the great view Davis has,” Y/N mused while pushing away her empty plate. 

Realizing it was almost time for the sun to set, I quickly cleaned up for her and motioned towards the back door. 

“Let’s go sit outside for a bit, yeah?” I suggested. 

READER

Noah and I sat comfortably on the patio bench, a blanket draped over both of our legs as we stared out at the vast greens of Davis’ backyard. The sky was painted in bright oranges with hints of pink and purple. Silently, I thought to myself that I should have brought my art supplies, noting this would be a beautiful experience to paint. 

The silence between Noah and I was comforting, something you don’t find all that often. People always needed to talk rather than just listen to the world around them. The way the birds chirped, the faint noises of evening traffic, or the sound of the wind as it blew a chilly breeze. 

“Angel?” 

I hummed while looking over towards Noah. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is there-I don’t know-anything you really want besides music right now?”

“I want a studio, with giant canvas’, paint; just an art studio galore! I’ve gotten into the hobby and love it,” I answered with a bright smile. “I was even thinking of using some of my art for the album artwork. Just playing with ideas.”

Noah’s smile matched mine as he let his hair loose from the hair tie, letting it fall to his shoulders in waves. “I love that you found something else you’re so passionate about, angel.”

“I love painting. I really do,” I leaned farther back against the couch and rested my head against it. 

“So paint. You should do whatever your heart desires, Y/N.” 

“Thank you, mochi” I nudged him. 

Noah rested his head against the couch, inches away from mine as another thought came to mind. 

“You know,” I started with a long sigh. “When I was a kid, I would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else” 

“You wanted to be petty and dishonest?“ He joked.

“Not everyone is like that,” I defended with a shake of my head. 

“Yes they are,” Noah retorted back. “But not you. You’re not like that.” 

This had me sitting up straighter, Noah following me. “How do you know what I’m like?”

“I see you,” He shifted closer to me, hand brushing across my knee over the blanket. “I’ve seen you for a long time. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met”.

My heart beat widely in my chest, the noise deafening in my ears and I cleared my throat. 

“I think you are too. If I’m being honest, I think I’ve always sorta known that,” I admitted. 

“You know,” Noah’s hand rested on my knee. “With me bouncing between homes and couches growing up, I always thought I’d be alone. I’d never expected to have such an amazing group of friends.” 

“Sometimes maybe it’s better to be alone,” I shrugged while looking past his shoulder to an older couple watching in the neighborhood. 

“Why do you say that?”

I still kept my gaze off Noah, voice dropping low. “Nobody can hurt you.”

“Y/N,” Noah sighed and lifted my chin so I could meet his intense gaze. “I would never, ever hurt you.”

Those eyes. I’ve dreamed of those eyes almost every night since our first meeting so long ago. I won’t say I’m in love, not out loud, but I am. I came to terms with that a while ago. 

“I know, mochi,” I finally whispered. 

Noah’s thumb traced over my jawline. “I understand why it’s hard for you, Y/N. But know that when I’m with you, I don’t feel alone.”

That magnetic pull that always seemed to connect us with that invisible string made me lean closer to him needing his warmth to envelop me. 

“I’ve never had this instant connection with anyone. I know you understand it too,” he continued. 

With my continued silence, Noah sat up straighter but kept his grip on my chin. “Are you freaked out? Because not hearing you say anything kind of-.” 

“Noah- no,” I rested my hands on his chest. “I feel it too.” 

His hand grasped the back of my neck now, tilting my head up towards him, as we began to lead in closer, and when his warm breath fanned over my lips, I let my eyes flutter shut. 

“Hey guys-oh shit.” 

Quickly pushing away from Noah, I peered over my shoulder to see Malcolm leaning against the back door. 

“We’re all inside ready to talk about the party. Whenever you two decide to grace us,” Malcolm winked before slipping back inside. 

Clearing my throat, I let the realization sink in what Noah and I were about to do. He’s with Bailey and I was ready to kiss him. I’m not this kind of person but yet here I was again being caught between him and my conscious. Bailey, as intrusive as she was, didn’t deserve this. 

Noah tried to bring me back to him but I quickly stood up, giving us more space. 

“We can’t do this. Not again,” my hair shook widely around my shoulders. “It’s not fair to Bailey.” 

“I ended it.” 

I blinked. “Wha-Oh? You did?” 

As ecstatic as I was hearing this, I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want Noah to know inside I was jumping for fucking joy; like a kid on Christmas that received the toy they’d been wanting. 

Noah stood from the couch now, standing in front of me. “I think Bailey saw me as Noah on the big screen, not me the person and after everything at that dinner I just knew it was time.” 

“I’m-I’m sorry,” I stammered, not knowing what else to say. 

His brows furrowed. “Why? It wasn’t serious. There wasn’t that connection; like the one we have.” 

As my lips parted, it was Jesse now who interrupted us, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. “Are you guys coming or what?” 

Noah cursed while running a hand through his hair and I shakily pointed over his shoulder. 

“We should head inside. Talk about this party.” 

Not wanting to spend another second out here, afraid to finally give in to the thoughts that were screaming at me, I gently brushed past him to return inside.

GREEK TRANSLATIONS:

Koukla-doll

Kouklamou- my doll

“Giatí échei makriá malliá?”- Why does he have long hair?

"Eísai apísteftos"-you're unbelievable

ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS:

Sei un tesoro-you're a sweetheart.

[wonderfull-star]

I noticed a rather interesting detail in Horrortale comic.

When the comic first started, some of the characters looked a “little” different. And no, it’s not just about the art style, I think.

Papyrus

Big difference, don't you think? Previously, Papyrus was portrayed as simply out of his mind dummy under the guise of a terrifying monster. Later, he began to be portrayed as much more sane and now he looks and behaves far from being “just a dummy”. What if this is how Aliza saw him? And Papyrus looked much more scarier because she didn't trust him and was afraid of him(well it's clear why).

Sans

Everything is more complicated with him. Since in Aliza’s vision Sans was no longer changing externally, but internally. I mean, unlike Papyrus, Aliza saw him as he “really” is (that is, the same way other monsters and his brother see him). But with the exception of his behavior. Flowey warned Aliza not to get too close to him, which she did. Of course, over time, she still managed to get to know him a little better. And if earlier she portrayed him as a crazy maniac from whom you should stay away, now she sees him as just as terribly hungry as the others, who can no longer restrain himself and secretly wants this madness to end. She understands him and therefore in the last parts of the comics she tried to help him and the rest of the monsters.

Drunk Bunny

Probably the only one who has changed more than the others and, moreover, in reality and not in Aliza’s vision. If you look closely, before both of her eyes were “drunk”. Now one eye has become normal, meaning that she has begun to look at everything that is happening “more soberly.” Which is not surprising, after all, after Aliza stood up for the monsters from Snowdin, hope arose in her again..

Politics Bear

It seems that he just became happier (in reality). In Aliza's vision, she imagined him as the same monster mad with hunger as the others. Previously, in her vision, his teeth were more crooked and his gaze was distraught. Now Aliza sees him even more “bright” than he really is (well, his teeth can’t be that straight?). The bear is happy now. It seems hope has arisen in his soul again..

Aliza really is quite a unique person. In fact, she has a surprising amount of determination. Even when she dies or is in the most hopeless situation at first glance, she always finds a way out. Now I'm really interested in what will happen next. Still, she had enough bravery and kindness to stand up for ALL the monsters in Snowdin, even despite the fact that many of them tried to cook her alive. Aliza is truly have very strong soul. I think that many other people would have fled Snowdin long ago in her place. I think that one of Aliza's goals is to make the monsters regain hope and at least some sanity. Simply put, at least somehow try to establish relationships with them and maybe even make friends. She was able to gain trust from the monsters at Snowdin and it looks like now it’s time for her to go to Waterfall.. And this will DEFINITELY not be easy. Considering WHO might live there.

Now I'm wondering if we'll ever see Gaster in Horrortale comic. 🤔

[sirfrogsworth]

There is this need from people on the left to discredit Elon's contributions to Tesla and SpaceX. This notion "he just pays smart people to do everything and then he takes all the credit" is mentioned just about any time Tesla or SpaceX does something cool.

If you weren't aware, SpaceX caught a rocket booster this morning and it might be one of the biggest engineering achievements in recent history.

I haven't been able to find much about his technical contributions to Tesla. It does seem like in the early days he was quite involved with the engineering. His most recent contributions to Tesla have been nothing short of disasters. But I don't think he really cares much about Tesla anymore. His obsession with colonizing Mars has taken priority and so he just hands his Tesla engineers a picture of a Dorito and says, "Make this a truck" and fucks off to do space shit.

But every bit of research I've done regarding SpaceX shows that he knows his shit. His "Chief Engineer" status is not just ceremonial. His tours of SpaceX with Everyday Astronaut show him speaking in depth and off the cuff about every aspect of the rocket program.

And then I saw this interview with a former NASA and SpaceX engineer, and she pretty much confirmed that Elon knows his shit.

[Starts at 20:16]

She wasn't pressured to say that. I think it is pretty clear that was her honest opinion.

I don't think SpaceX is only successful because of Elon. She even complains that the billionaire owners tend to get the bulk of the credit when there are thousands of talented people working together to do these amazing things.

But I do think Elon's aggressive strategy of "blow shit up until it works" has helped SpaceX leapfrog pretty much every other rocket manufacturer trying to do things in space. From what I can tell, the competition is laughably behind.

And I guess I really don't care if Elon gets credit for his rocket engineering skills or not. But I do always prefer to start from the truth. And so when people say he doesn't know anything, I have this frustrating need to push back despite how I feel about Elon.

It's similar to how I defend Apple sometimes. I don't like Apple very much as a company. But I think they are better than Google and Samsung (especially when it comes to privacy) and I do like some of their products. I'm not going to say something is bad when it isn't.

Elon is a terrible person. And there is evidence that he creates a lot of headaches for his employees. And his politics have become intolerable.

He is an awful piece of shit.

But he is also a legit rocket engineer.

Sometimes shitty people are good at stuff.

I don't think he is the *best* rocket engineer. He is probably quite mediocre in comparison to most of the people at SpaceX. But he is not doing astronaut cosplay like the other billionaires.

Personally, I think maybe it is more frustrating that Elon isn't actually a giant idiot in all things. He is capable of intelligence when he wants to be. And I think that is worse than Trump who is just genuinely ignorant. Elon can learn extremely complicated systems and understand them. He has that capability. And he often just chooses not to and then wields his ignorance in a way that hurts others.

When he is passionate and determined he will read every textbook and learn every schematic. But he is so narcissistic that he thinks intelligence just... transfers.

And I think this is a problem with a lot of people who excel in some kind of academic context. They think because they are smart about one thing, they are smart about everything. And they believe they don't actually have to put in the work and truly learn and understand it.

Or they will look at other things that are less complicated than the thing they know and believe they can intuit knowledge about it because it is simpler.

Like... learning rocket science is harder than learning to run a McDonald's. But I am willing to bet Elon thinks he could be plopped into the middle of a McDonald's with no training and not only do a good job, but run a McDonald's better than any person ever in the history of McDonald's.

When in reality, a person with years of experience competently running a McDonald's would do a much better job. Elon would most likely be a disaster.

But in his mind... "It's not like it is rocket science."

Is it easier or more comforting to just write Elon off as an idiot in all things?

Or would it be more useful to understand he doesn't have to be an idiot, but he just does not care enough to relieve himself of ignorance?

I sometimes wonder if the truth even matters in this case. My need to be truthful isn't helpful. "Elon is an idiot" is simpler. And it is usually true.

I dunno.

I just hate that he is involved in something I love. And that if I want to follow space shit, I have to acknowledge Elon's existence.

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Character development in HB

(and why it doesn't really happen)

I think another reason why the characters of HB feel flat/underdeveloped is because there are a lot of the same revelations made time and time again, without any real progession. It seems as if the writers assume that writing a character arc is just doing the same stuff just more extreme.

Loona realized that she should appreciate Blitzø more two times already (three times if you count "Spring Broken"). In the Beelzebub episode she cares for him when he got drunk after trying to pick her up from the party. In "Seeing Stars" she tells Octavia that their dads might be annoying sometimes, but they care very deeply actually. We also get some insight into how Blitzø first adopted Loona in "Seeing Stars", when she was in a state of needing someone who takes care of her. Despite all these moments were Blitzø showed great care for her (including "Spring Broken") and despite the moments where she realizes she should be nicer to him, we never see a definitive change in her behaviour. Her helping to take out the C.H.E.R.U.B could be counted as having a new attitude towards her dad, but Millie and Moxxie also followed him, so it's not an exclusive decision she made. And if her not wanting her dad to die is a new trait of hers, then I don't know what I should think of her character to begin with.

Octavia has the exact same conversation about her relationship with her dad twice. In "LooLoo Land" she finds out that Stolas cares more than she realized and that adult relationships are more complicated than she expected. In "Seeing stars" Loona and her talk about how Stolas loves her a lot more than he is able to show. Octavias character is stale and there is never a new conclusion she draws from these experiences.

In another way, Stolas realizes that his daughter feels neglected and he wants to be more present for her, yet after that we never see him spend more time with her and after a few episodes she feels neglected once again.

We get to see some insight into Millies character in "Unhappy Campers". We see that she is pretty insecure in her own worth and needs approval. In some of the leaks for the unreleased ghost episode, Millie apparently is going to try to commit suicide because she feels useless and has insecurities. We get the same revelations for her, just that the second time it's way more intense. But despite this intensity, these deep feelings Millie has never come up until the show sees them as "relevant" (keep in mind this part with Millie is only based on the leaks I saw, take this one with a grain of salt maybe).

In the newest episode Stolas realizes that Blitzø isn't really interested in a deeper relationship with him. Blitzø tells him off, just as he did in "Ozzies" with Stolas coming to a pretty similar conclusion after Blitzø told him off and didn't take the offer to hang out in a non sexual context. He and Blitzø also text, which we see in "Western Energy". Stolas tells Blitzø that he doesn't have to show up to their annual meeting or that they can meet up for other, not sexual stuff. Blitzø never responds enthusiastically or like he is genuinely interested in getting to know Stolas. Stolas has found out that Blitzø isn't really interested in him beyond the deal multiple times. Yet in the newest episode, he acts shocked and saddened, as if this is something he just found out about.

I know that character development takes time and it's not realistic for people to immediately change after having one revelation about their behaviour. In HB however, the character arcs feel like they turn on and off however the show needs them to.

Loona is abusive, annoyed and cynical when the show wants to be funny (that's pretty much the only joke she has). When the show wants to tackle her seriously she becomes a scared, closed off, but still able to be genuine person who realizes that she needs to be better. They want her to become better but they also never let her fully go through with trying to change. Octavia is never seen on screen until the show wants to present Stolas as a better dad than he seems. So she can't progress because then, her whole purpose as a character (as it is now) is defeated. Millie is a seriously insecure person needing of approval in scenarios where they want to have conflict with Moxxie (or make her seem more deep ig) but in other instances we can't see her insecurity, because she also needs to fullfill her purpose of being Moxxies hypewoman and full support. Stolas wants to dial back his sexual side towards Blitzø to make him realize he isn't just interested in their deal. He wants them to be genuine and says himself, that he doesn't like just making their relationship sexual. He makes sexual remarks towards Blitzø in "Seeing Stars" and doesn't show restraint in talking about him sexually in "Western Energy".

The characters feel like they loop around and don't develop because a lot of them are just acting how the plot needs them to act in a specific scenario. That's either because they never get real focus that would help adequately deal with their stuff, or that it's pretty clear that they weren't written with the intention of having big arcs/deeper motivations.

I think the biggest development any character had throughout HB is Stolas realizing he wants more out of his and Blitzø's relationship (even though that came very suddenly) and Fizzarolli and Blitzø becoming friends again (which was also kinda rushed but it's fine). Blitzø in general is one of the better written characters in the show in my opinion and he has some nice moments amd interesting interactions.

Also, @wolfscarr has a three part set of posts talking about the problems with HBs narrative, wasted relationships and opportunities. It's really thorough and makes interesting points about the broken narrative of HB. I'll put the link to the first part right here if you wanna check it out.

[moon-goddess-posts]

505

ANGST!! but dw it’s fluff at the end, arguments, alcohol use

sorry guys i was gonna post smut but during class i was listening to sad songs soooooooo BUT i swear smut will be posted either tomorrow or saturday!!

You and Rhea have gotten into more arguments than usual. It was hard to pin point why but every time, it always seemed to be your fault. Seeing rheas irritated face made you heart sink and crumble little by little.

“Why can’t you understand i have a career to live, i can’t abandon that. it’s important to me” Rhea scolded you

“i do understand im sorry” voice barely over a whisper

“how many times have i told you to give me my space ? this is exactly what i was afraid of with relationships.” Rhea got more upset by the minute and you felt tears start to flow like a faucet now broken. You couldn’t contain it but she wasn’t having it

“Why are you so fucking clingy? now look at you crying” you were getting tired of this, you mustered up the courage and dispose of the lump in your throat to fight back

“what did you expect!” you rose your voice, breaking from the tears that you failed to hold down.

“If you were so scared of someone becoming attached to you, we didn’t have to do this. We didn’t have to be in a relationship” Rhea became quiet. you wiped your eyes and started to put your shoes on.

“where are you going?” Rhea spoke.

“to give you your space, and so you don’t have to see my tears that you hate so much” You were almost out the door, but rhea grabbed your wrist trying to stop you.

“what do you want? you’ve made it very clear you don’t want me here right now. And i can’t deal with this either.” you couldn’t face Rhea

“I..” She didn’t know what to say, so you shook off her grip on you and left. Rhea was now alone, forced to think on what she had just said and did.

As you drove off, you fell into a deep sadness wondering why you couldn’t be perfect for Rhea. Why you always seemed to make her more aggravated than anything else. Maybe it was a personality clash, that it just wasn’t meant to be. It hurt so much when Rhea was gone for weeks on end for her job. You’d see her on the TV, smiling and yet that was the only time you’d ever seen her content. Rhea wouldn’t text you days on end and wouldn’t respond when you texted her checking to see if she was ok.

“Why are we even still together?” you thought, it felt like it was only a matter of time before either of you asked to break up. You turned up the radio, crying again.

Meanwhile Rhea was contemplating everything she has said to you. She didn’t understand why she always got so angry at you. You didn’t deserve that and she thought for sure you would break up with her after this. But she wanted to be better for you because she really did love you, more than she let on. Part of her wanted the freedom of being single, but being alone like this reminded Rhea of the cost of losing someone for her own wants.

The truth is, Rhea didn’t know how she could live without you. Her career was important but not more important than you. Yet she treated you like she was second best because her own life is so demanding. You were understanding as much as you could be, all you asked was just more time with your girlfriend. Guilt seeped into Rheas skin, overcoming her. Rhea thought about trying to find you but she had already done enough damage and decided to give you your space.

You weren’t sure where you were driving to, all you knew is that you couldn’t be there for now. Not when you had made Rhea so angry yet again. You thought about all the times she would hold you in her arms, kiss you everywhere, and being together didn’t have to get so complicated. You saw a bar come up and you thought it would be a bad idea to drink while you were responsible for driving back home. However, if alcohol could stop making you feel like this then maybe a little bit wouldn’t hurt.

Parking your car, you approached the bar. The atmosphere seemed calm enough so you sat down and asked for just anything that was strong. One drink became a few and a few became a lot.

“I’m sorry…im sorry” you said drunkingly through tears.

“I just want my rhea” you pulled out your phone struggling to type. You managed to say how sorry you were and how much you missed your girlfriend. All you wanted was for everything to be ok. Rhea responded asking where you were and saw that she was calling.

“hiiiiii rhea…” you were slurring your words and hiccuping which gave a clear indicator you were drinking

“Are you drunk right now?”

“Nope!” you said giggling. Rhea sighed knowing this was her fault.

“Send me your location”

“i. don’t. want to!” you thought you were fine and ok enough to drive.

“Please? we can talk this out, i’m sorry for everything. I don’t want you to drive while your drunk” You started to cry again.

“I just want us to be ok, we’ve been arguing so much. I’m sorry i’ve been so difficult for you” you weeped and weeped. On the other side of the phone, Rhea was getting her jacket on to look for you.

“You aren’t difficult, i’m sorry. Please let me come get you”

“…Okkk” sniffling you sent rhea your location.

“Stay on the phone, and no more drinking ok?” you hummed letting your head down on the table

Rhea felt horrible, but it doesn’t matter now. all that matters is knowing you’re safe and getting you home. The location you had sent was about 15 minutes away from the apartment. From there Rhea saw you sitting at the bar, tears dried and head on the table. You looked half asleep.

“Hey love, let’s go home ok?” She assisted you and you let her pick you up.

“Rhea…please don’t be mad”

“Of course i’m not mad, i’m sorry i need to be more understanding. But we’ll talk later ok?” you wobbled to the car into the passengers seat with Rheas help.

“Here, drink some water first” She held your face and assisted you with holding the water bottle. You fell asleep right after. Once you guys got home rhea picked you up and placed you on the bed. She gave a kiss on your forehead and walked away as she was unsure if you wanted her with you. You woke up and held on to your girlfriend.

“Please stay with me. don’t leave me please” you pleaded softly, rhea turned around and smiled

“of course i’ll stay with you angel. I’ll always be here, i’m not going anywhere ok?” you nodded and let Rhea get into bed while she held you tightly. You looked up at Rhea to see a tear roll down her face.

“i’m so sorry” she whispered, you kissed the tear away and embraced her.

“i forgive you, i love you” you were only a bit sober so it was hard to comprehend what you were saying but rhea understood. You both held onto each other, slowly falling asleep.

-end

[goodolddumbbanana]

TO BE MIRROR AU [4]

An Au when Sun is dead (by Nexus), Dark Sun pretends to be Sun while trying to find some way to revive Sun in secret. Nexus's break down, maybe get some redemption. Everyone is not having a good time except Sun, that poor boy only when he is dead (temporarily) can has some rest.

Warning: Bad grammar cuz I am not very smart.

Summary: Sun is dead, or in a coma, and is being hidden by Dark Sun in his laboratory. Dark Sun pretends to be Sun and has just finished his shift.

The kindergarten is bustling with children's laughter. Looming in the doorway, a yellow animatronic with sun-like rays wearing a clown theme, enthusiastically returned the group of children to their parents.

"Bye Evans!! See you tomorrow Jason!! Yes! I see it, your art is very beautiful Alice!---"

It's time for the kids to go home, and every single day, the kindergarten is overcrowded with tired parents or children crying begging to stay, gathering like termite nests, making ‘Sun’ even with Earth and Lunar’s help, still feeling like his battery is about to run out.

"Sun, are you okay?" Earth asks, her voice fills with concern. Everyone has noticed that Sun seemed tired recently, but her brother kept insisting he was fine.

"Ah... yeah..." Sun laughs nervously. Sun's high-pitched voice turns his words into a jumbled nonsense, and his hand waves awkwardly in the air before falling to his side.

"It's just... Er--- Meeting N-Nexus again... makes me feel... a little conflict..."

"Oh... Sun" Earth's eyes soften. The last time they saw Nexus had reopened an open wound in the celestial family, especially when he had almost successfully kill both Sun and Moon.

She wants to say that she understands the feeling of betrayal that is tearing at Sun's heart right now, but she knows that Sun's feelings about Nexus are more complicated than that. Nexus was not only the person closest to and cares about Sun the most, he was also the one who gives Sun hope that things will be different from now on, that Moon will become better.

The dull phantom pain echo on Earth's arm served as a painful reminder of why Nexus was forced to leave, why she couldn't call Nexus her brother without feeling disappointed and a brustling tear inside her chest.

"Oh I'm sorry Earth... I shouldn't have said it... I... just---" Sun rubs his hand, his fingers fumbling over the red ribbon on his wrist.

"--- Is it strange that I feel like I miss Nexus despite... all he's done?"

"...I don't know, Sun." Earth spoke slowly. She pushes her cloudy hair aside, her hand caressing the smooth wool fabric of the pink shirt she wore. "I personally miss Nexus too... but Nexus has done many terrible things..."

She could never forget the way her boyfriend's body broke into different pieces, their voice boxes couldn't even form a complete sound. They suffered continuously under Nexus's sadistic laughter, and as always, Earth could do nothing.

"Yeah..." Sun says shakily. "He had hurt you, Earth. And Moon and Lunar and Monty too..."

Earth realizes her brother has ignored himself, but she says nothing else. That is for another day.

The daycare still looks as cheerful as ever, it's hard to believe how much has happened. As if Nexus's voice still lingered in her ears, even the most beautiful memories and the most terrible moments intertwined, causing Earth to lose her rhythm in space.

A hand gently touches her elbow, the rattle sounds like a drop of water dropped into a still lake.

"E--Earth?? Are you okay?" Her aqua blue eyes meet Sun's worried silver pupils. Her brother looks at her worriedly, his hands clumsy as if he wants to hug her but stopped midway. "I'm sorry Earth. I made you sad over nothing."

"No... No... I'm glad you are able to share, Sun." Earth waves. "It really makes me feel better... Knowing that I'm not the only one missing M-- Nexus... I know that with Moon around, you're often hesitant to share things like this..."

"Yeah..." Sun says hesitantly. "So... Do you want to play a game? We can play that Princess Makeup game you like? And I'll make some extra fries? Though I think Solar is busy right now."

"But… Does it bother you, Sun? Since you've been working all day?"

"Nah... It won't take long. And we can drag Lunar to watch a movie with us, any princess movie you like. It'll be fun. Uhm--- That's right, A Family Night ! I'll ask if Moon has finished his work... There's food so I guess Moon won't refuse."

Earth's face lit up, her eyes sparkled with fireflies. She shooks her cloudy hair, her whole body almost standing on tiptoe.

"Have I ever said that you are my best big brother?"

Sun giggles, her brother's back hunches slightly, as if still not used to positive compliments. The two walked through the portal, seeing lying on the sofa were two moon-themed animatronics.

"Earth, help me!! Moon refuses to give me the TV remote!!"

"Why don't you just go downstairs?" Sun's voice mixed with laughter and confusion, like the steaming hiss of a kettle.

"Because I'm already lying down, Sun! I can't move anymore!!!"

"What do you mean you can't move anymore!!! Just get up!!"

"Easy for you, Sun!!! You don’t even know how comfortable this sofa is!!"

"Hey Earth." Earth turned around, for a moment, Nexus's image merged with Moon's image and then disappeared in the blink of her eye.

"Oh hello Moon. What are you doing?"

"Popcorn." Moon just said that with a mouth full of butter, with eyes staring at the TV. What cartoon is this? Apparently it is the Monkie kid show, the show that Earth has never seen before, only heard Sun and Moon talk back and forth a few times.

"Great, I was just going to call and ask if you were coming home early… Guess I don't need to do that anymore… Seeing how much fun you two have…"

Sun crossed his arms, Earth could feel his brother's eye twitching slightly at the mess the two brothers made on the floor.

Both Lunar and Moon immediately reflexively pointed at each other and shouted.

"IT IS LUNAR'S FAULT!!"

"YOU BASTARD!!! YOU EAT IT ALL UP AND TELL ME TO BLAME THESE CATS!!!

Popcorn splashes everywhere. A bottle flew through the air, pouring sauce onto the new carpet, splashing Sun.

Silence spread in the air.

Then, Sun signs, a very long and helpless sigh.

"I'm going to the bathroom to clean up." Sun's finger points to the floor and gestures at her brother's eyes. "When I get out, I don't want to see any more trash on the ground."

His response was two more sighs filled with frustration.

"Okay, Sun."

"Yeah... Yeah... I'll do it, Sun.

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'Sun' enters the bathroom, he could still hear the murmuring sounds of Moon and Lunar.

"It's your fault."

"Nu uh, it's your fault."

"Lunar. You piece of--!?"----

A small giggle rang out in the bathroom space, the mirror showing a shiny yellow body smiling reluctantly. The beams on his head were smeared with orange grease, and the fringe of his dress was smeared with something brown.

'Sun' lowers his face to the sink, the cool water touching his metal plate. The liquid flowed through 'Sun's' hand, splashed onto the wall, and formed droplets of water onto the silver bell he had carefully placed on the shelf.

'Sun’' face flickers in the mirror, the slight smile from before disappeared, drifting with the water, replaced by an empty look. Silver eyes blurred in red, the innate nervous awkwardness of the animatronic named 'Sun' disappeared, replaced by the indifferent look of Dark Sun.

A gentle voice, without any stuttering, rang out in the quiet, soundproof space.

"Lunar and Earth are both fine, even Solar. It's just Moon being obnoxious as usual."

"I really want it all to end right now, to see Moon's smug face turn into an ugly miserable expression."

"But the thought of you looking down on me for not being able to do something as simple as pretending makes me want to keep persevering until everything is on track again."

"..."

"You have quite a lovely family, Sun. It's a shame the person here isn't you, eh?"

The person in the mirror is incapable of responding.

"Hmm... Who am I kidding?" Dark Sun shook his head. The meaningless promise of a dead man suddenly became a shackle that made it impossible for Dark Sun to leave.

"I heard about Earth and Lunar. Admit it, you like being with them." Sun's high-pitched, stuttering voice collided with Dark Sun's monotone and condescending voice.

They still remained wary of each other, but in the tight confines of these rainy days, in this room, a silent agreement allowed for a civil dialogue between two people who were neither enemies nor friends.

"It's just an act, Sun. Don't express it so haphazardly." Dark Sun continued to kill the zombies on the screen, the rain creating a gentle background sound, making the space they were in as if they belonged to a barrier that only they could enter.

"You're full of bullshit, you know. Why don't you admit that my sisters are fun to be with?" Sun responded irritably, eyes looking up at the screen trying to aim for Tom's head.

"Then why don't you just admit that you have a lot of problems that you refuse to acknowledge and even though you think you have higher morals than me, the only one who killed your own brother and made two others leave was you?"

"..." 

"That's exactly what I thought."

He knows that look. It's the look of 'I'm so hurt right now and I could say more worse things to you but I'm so used to your bullshit and if I respond I'll be just the same as you so I'll just shut up and ignore what you said. Also, fuck you.'

Dark Sun felt the person next to him shrink a bit, a feeling of guilt, something he thought he had buried a long time ago, suddenly throbbed like a ghost in his heart.

He still needs Sun to like him. Not so much for them to become friends (the whisper in his head screamed that it could never happen because of who he is right now) but for Sun to let down his guard towards him.

So should he apologize? Dark Sun remembers how kind and sensitive he used to be, but he also remembers how Moon used to scream at him to suck it up and let it go.

Consolation is no longer in Dark Sun's dictionary, because no matter how he tries, Moon still gets angry and takes it out on him. No amount of pleading or silence could dispel Moon's unpredictable anger. And gradually, Sun stopped trying to make peace... and just endured, endured, and endured... Until he just can't… and just snapped.

"I don't understand you, Dark Sun. Why can you be another version of me, but the difference between us can be so big?" Sun said with a sense of exhaustion that emanated from his core.

"Hmm?" Dark Sun blinked, he smiled faintly. Sun's silver eyes reflect Dark Sun's red shadow. "So does it make you feel sad? Disappointed?"

"..."

"I'm you, I know what you think. You really don't have to be so polite towards me."

"...Isn't it fun? To manipulate things to your will like that? I heard the stories Moon told. You killed your Moon, you did things I never thought I would be able to do ... You don't care if you hurt the people around you or not..."

Dark Sun interrupted, his hand unconsciously holding the remote a little too tightly.

"Don't lie to yourself, we both know it's not true. If you had the same chance as me, you would have done it, maybe even worse than me." Dark Sun almost yelled, his voice got louder and louder.

"...Unlike you, I don't want to hurt others." Sun softly whispers.

"But in reality, aren't you still doing that? Lunar, Moon, Nexus, is there anyone you're close to who hasn't been hurt by your naivety?"

"... Is this about me or about you?"

The air was filled with tension. Their conversations always ended like this. Uncomfortable. Forced. Confinement. Feeling of inhibition scraping through the lungs without being able to speak. But for some reason, they continued to rush at each other like moths, continuing their damn habit of sitting and playing video games together.

Call it self-therapy. Call it self-hate.

There are too many entanglements and secret goals between the two, making it impossible for them to communicate like normal people even if they try.

Dark Sun denies his need for friendship. Sun refuses to feel comfortable with a man who murdered his own brother.

Both try to live in their own comfort lies.

"Try to build yourself a backbone, then maybe you'll be able to understand why I'm the way I am."

"... It's funny how you keep saying that, when you know I could never leave Moon." Sun replied quietly.

The ghost of the words still seemed to pass through Dark Sun's ears.

There is a loud banging on the door, Sun's Moon---Moon shouted outside.

"Hurry up Sun, the movie is about to start."

"Here-- I'm coming!!" 'Sun' shouted stutteringly. "I am combing my hair!!!"

"You don't have hair, Sun!!"

"YES I DO, MOON!!"

Blinking at the reflection, instead of the image of 'Sun' that appeared, a Moon with a ruined face and broken body looking back at Dark Sun.

A grim, helpless sigh echoes in Dark Sun's throat.

"...Sometimes I wish you would. It would make everything a lot easier."

[xjulixred45x]

heyyyyyyy!! so i saw that your reqs were open and thought id throw one in since YK- LOVE UR WORK!

and ik ive been requesting this kind of thing only (if u dont wanna do it for this reason, i understand!!) but- Could I please have a Yanplatonic Mephisto/Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader?

This time could you maybe do it with Reader being human, An exwire and completely unrelated to them at all. They hate demons with a passion, But somehow these mfs suddenly decide "yep, new sibling" and surprise adopt kidnap her?

Thanks for considering!! Love your work, Make sure to take breaks if tired!

-TML

YES!!!working on this kind of this is what make Requests so fun!Amaimon will be kind of funny to write🤣 thanks for the Request ❤️

PD: for some reason i imagine this Reader has some Shinobu personality? It's hinch.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles,Lucifer and Amaimon x Ex-wire! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, MENTIONS OF BREAKING READER, FORCED FAMILITY, the three of them TOGHETHER on the title is NOT enough warning?? Illuminati, Amaimon is Mean sometimes--

SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA!!!

As said above, (reader) has a very complicated past with demons, to the point of hating them.

It can honestly be anything, whether your family has been affected by the blue night, by District 13 or simply that your parents have been exorcists who have died in the line of duty.

In any case, (reader) ended up developing a great hatred towards these creatures and decided that she would become an exorcist, in order to get out all that pent-up rage.

In general, I imagine this (reader) as a quite aggressive person and has trouble opening up, so she gets her emotions out through outbursts of anger.

but at the same time he is very intelligent, he uses his environment to his advantage and knows how to take advantage of his resources.

He has what we call "street smarts"

I have no idea who would be the one to take care of (reader) during her training before being Ex-wire, although with her personality, she would run away from any caregiver she had.

(I think the only exception would be Angel because 1- he is strong like that and 2- they share a similar hatred towards demons).

(reader) manages to enter the Ex-wire class, and stands out both for better... and for worse.

First of all, her classmates have a difficult time trying to talk to her (even Shiemi) precisely because of her closed attitude, in addition to the fact that she has constant friction with Izumo and even with Bon.

and most importantly she feels something strange with Rin...

(reader) doesn't know what it is, but she already hates it.

The only one safe from his outbursts is practically Konekomaru (and the weird kid with the puppets, whatever his name is).

It is because of this very fuss that it causes that it ends up attracting the wrong attention.

Mephisto is the first to have interest in (reader)

Not from the beginning as such, no no, although Mephisto had noticed her completely wild attitude compared to her companions (which he found hilarious to say the least) I think it would not be the trigger for him to become interested in (female reader).

I think it's only until (the reader) gets to share her experience, her horrible past with demons, the pure, burning HATE she has for them, that Mephisto finds her very interesting.

Oh humans, so diverse and with many facets~

but Mephisto definitely liked how open she (reader) was in her hatred, that she wasn't looking for moral supremacy or anything like that, she just wanted blood and she loves that!

so he tries to approach in a very unsubtle way and see more of that side knowing how much she hates demons.

appearing out of nowhere in the hallways to scare her and make her curse him, appearing in his dog form in her room to parasite (and then being kicked out) and a long etc.

In this way he not only became involved in the life of (the reader) but also learned more about her in the process, giving emphasis to the growing obsession.

Mephisto wants to know more about this "problematic" student who has caught his interest, whether it is having her academic record or all the information he has and whatever he has, he is not satisfied until he has it all.

It's almost as if I had replaced reading manga with the history of (reader)😅🤣

In this way, now every time he ran into (the reader), Mephisto made jokes and pranks that were increasingly more personal, more intimate.

and that is very scary.

apart from the fact that he behaves in a more... sticky way with (reader).

and that is VERY obvious.

He greets you with a HUG or a pat on the head (no, he doesn't care if you bite him or try to hit him).

and he is even the first to ask (reader) to call him "Oni-chan"

(how fucking disgusting--)

Mephisto is like the older brother who constantly bothers you.

and it is very difficult to get out of its grip.

Do you try to go outside the bedrooms? appears in the form of a dog.

Do you try to go for a walk around campus? appears randomly. It is impossible to surprise him.

But he does have something like an agent that helps him keep (the reader) in line.

That's when Amaimon comes in.

Honestly, he wouldn't be interested in (reader) at first, even though his older brother seemed to have an interest in her.

So, when he told him to keep an eye on her, he didn't think much of it other than it was a nuisance.

While Amaimon finds the task of "taking care of (reader)" annoying, he can't really do much against his brother. Although I think that to have fun from time to time he would make some things happen to (reader) just to make her angry. Like trowing insects at her or even leaving Creepy ass things in her locker.

It's boring for him, better than being a hamster, but extremely boring, so he starts picking on her.

She clearly sees him and curses him every time she sees him about to do something "mischievous" to her or when she hears him commenting on how "weak she is" in training. He thinks it's funny to see her all grumbling.

although eventually it becomes more than that.

Amaimon seems quite carefree, but as time goes by, he takes his "task" of "protecting" (reader) more seriously.

After all, being so weak, who else could take care of her?

He is one of the first to kill for the "well-being" of (reader).

I mean, he can do it as long as it's not one of the Okumura brothers, let him have some fun.

at the same time that he begins to want to have more interaction with (reader) beyond making her angry.

fight, for example.

After all, there must be something about her that caught her older brother's attention. Maybe she has something that he doesn't realize?

although without knowing it he is only falling into the same obsessive trap as his brother.

Once Amaimon becomes a student, rest assured that he will be glued to (reader) and insist that they fight, but she either tells him to fuck off every time or tries to escape from his grasp, without success.

It's like the meme of "fight me You nerd ass punk"🤣

Although don't get me wrong, I think he would be the most manageable of the three, even the "best" brother as far as possible.

(Bonus if you are a distant relative of Shiemihaza, maybe it would explain why Mephisto likes to mess with you so much, to screw with the Vatican)

He already understood that he can't make (the reader) fight with him by bothering her, so now he's simply trying to "figure out" what the hell he does to get there.

although at the same time, being as carefree as he is, he doesn't have so much problem giving (the reader) some time alone and can even distract Mephisto for a while so that she is less irritable.

Amaimon discovers that he actually likes it when (reader) talks and doesn't just grunt.

He's like that awkward brother but if you do him a favor he'll have your back, more or less.

Because he wants you to spend time with him.

It makes (the reader) at least watch him fight if she's not going to fight him.

I think Lowkey wants to show her how strong he is because well, Ego. but it is also a way to measure the strength of (reader) by her reactions. And intimation

although I doubt this (reader) will be intimidated.

He is definitely the first to suggest eliminating (reader's) entire family if she has one left :)

He's not really a fan of (reader) calling him a brother like Mephisto, but he demands the respect of an older brother and at some point he won't let (reader) walk all over him.

Mephisto and him argue about whether it's a good idea to let him (reader) fight him or not, precisely because Mephisto doesn't want him to get hurt.

and Amaimon WANTS to understand what made him become so attached to her. Maybe by fighting he will understand.

NOW, THE MAIN COURSE.

LUCIFER

(reader) at first would only know him from certain mentions of Amaimon that came to nothing, but when the Illuminati's declaration of war occurs or in any case something related to section 13, she understands everything...

There's a small chance that Shima told the Illuminati about (reader) seeing how "close" she was to Mephisto, which would make Lucifer interested.

Why are his brothers so interested in a completely human student who isn't even related to them?

(reader: same man, same)

So naturally he makes them investigate (reader) to understand why out of nowhere his brothers seem so attached to a simple human.

Who knows, maybe it will serve the Illuminati in some way.

(ignoring the hypothetical case of being a descendant of ShiemiHaza) when Lucifer does not find anything really relevant in his search, he is more doubtful than before, but he reasons, perhaps the human has some kind of ritual that only Mephisto knows about.

There HAS to be something that makes his brother like this.

For the same reason, if Lucifer tries to ask Mephisto directly, he becomes very defensive, telling him to stay away from the students and especially from (the reader).

which only gives him more motivation to want to know more about her.

so 1- seeing that she really doesn't want to be with Mephisto and Amaimon orders Shima to recruit her or 2- (more likely) he directly kidnaps her during the declaration of war on the true cross :)

Be that as it may, (reader) ends up on the Illuminati ship more deranged than ever, and well, it makes sense, now they not only harass her, chase her and pull her from one place to another, but they kidnap her!

Even if Lucifer maintains manners and courtesy, as soon as (the reader) realizes that he is a demon, he becomes wild and tries to get out by all possible means, including jumping off the ship!

Fortunately, Homare constantly watches her and, to his relief, she is not very talkative.

But Lucifer is still quite confused. If this human has absolutely nothing special then why is he important?

although he understands a little better when Mephisto demands that he return his "sister"

Ah, so that was it. family ties.

He is the quickest to accept that (reader) is something like a new brother, so as soon as he finds out this new information, he goes to (reader) and demands to know EVERYTHING about her.

likes, dislikes, what her life was like, her abilities, her weaknesses, whatever, his most obsessive side comes to light.

and (reader) is so confused that she barely answers 1/4 of the questions.

Now, Lucifer is like combining Mephisto and Amaimon.

He is very protective, but he is not on top of (reader) all day (at least not the same one, Homare is usually the one who watches the reader)

He wants (reader) to treat him like an older brother and be referred to as such, but he doesn't force her.

uses a similar approach as with Yukio. He slowly attracts her so that she gets used to HIM.

but it doesn't mean it's not bad.

If (reader) still has a family, he will use them as a constant threat against (reader) to improve her attitude and behavior, he is not above killing them if he feels particularly jealous.

Although I think he would kill (reader)'s sibilings if she had them. After all, she already has him and his brothers, humans could never be equal.

He doesn't spend as much time with (reader) as the other two, but he makes up for it with PRETTY expensive gifts and things he knows she likes (from stalking her).

I think he would only return (reader) if a kind of agreement is reached with Mephisto, in which they both share (reader) and Amaimon goes with her when she is with both of them, that way Mephisto can ensure that Lucifer returns (reader) (reader) and vice versa.

I know this was about their relationship as brothers with (reader) but it reminds me a lot of divorced parents who share custody of their children... although of course, these parents are crazy.

going straight all together, it's not as bad as one would think.

Mephisto is the biggest pain in the ass, that's for sure. He is VERY POSSESSIVE of (reader) to an almost ridiculous point.

He likes to put clothes similar to him, it's a way of "showing dominance" and he likes to think that this way they seem more like a family.

Being with him prepare yourself for a lot of unwanted physical contact and to spend HOURS watching your former classmates suffer from his tricks and be left on the sidelines because you can no longer even carry a weapon...

INFANTILIZATION AT MAXIMUM POWER, he loves to pamper (the reader) and act as if she were a little girl, either because it amuses him to see her angry or because for someone who is thousands of years old like him, she IS indeed a baby.

he reacts VERY badly to rules being broken, if (reader) wants to save herself from punishment (most likely having broken bones, even if he speeds up time so it's not THAT bad, it's horrible) she should go to Amaimon.

He's the best, I already said it.

more than anything because he "understands" better the situation of stress under the thumb of his older brother and now he can understand affection a little better, even if it is still toxic.

but don't be fooled.

If he sees the slightest possibility that (reader) is going to leave him, then he will tell Mephisto or Lucifer to ruin any plan, that's how he is.

apart from the fact that he follows (reader) s everywhere to "inform" Mephisto and Lucifer of his well-being. and it is impossible to lose him, he has a connection with the entire earth and a great ability to find what he wants. Do not even try.

although as long as you give him some affection and treats, he's actually quite manageable, not clingy or overly jealous, just very aggressive and protective.

(another who would want to kill the reader's brothers when seeing them as a threat to their relationship).

and Lucifer...he's a mix.

he's not AS possessive as Mephisto, but he definitely wants everyone to know that (reader) is HIS sister.

He has great respect for the rules and he wants them to be followed, but when it is (the reader) who breaks them, he is much more lenient.

Be careful, I don't want to say that he is exempt from horrible punishments, if (reader) exceeds a limit of errors, then he will not be saved from one.

but Lucifer goes more for the Psychological side of things.

It makes (reader) believe that she is in control of the situation, a situation where she has no real advantage.

In this way he gains her favor but causes him to fall into his trap.

because HE is the one who is in control of everything. If (reader) goes far, it is because he allows it.

very protective, more than Mephisto, if it were up to him she wouldn't leave the Illuminati base, but at the same time he gives (reader) much more autonomy than Pheles.

It's very difficult to come to terms with him, but at least you can use his own sense of the rules against him :D

I think that the one most likely to break (reader) would be Mephisto, followed by Lucifer, these two would undoubtedly do it on purpose so that (reader) would stop trying to escape. Amaimon would only do it by accident due to his lack of knowledge of the human mind.

If (reader) develops Stockholm syndrome, Mephisto is throwing a fucking party! even LUCIFER would be happy (reader) has returned to her senses! and Amaimon would be happy but he would definitely miss the anger.

In short, it's chaos, but it balances out in certain curious ways so you get a little bit of each world.

Overall, it's a VERY fucked up yandere trio to be with, but look on the bright side! you will never be alone...

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

thanks for the request ❤️

ahhhh I loved writing this but I feel like some parts are messy?😭 or maybe because it's my longest fic so far?? I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's too loaded!

[flower1622]

Even though i like to read stories where the girl is the guy's entire world (including the ones from Percabeth...just sometimes. Not much into PJO fanfics despite writing many fanfics from this fandom), i think it's kind unfair to the other characters that helped to build the heroes as they are now.

Like, for some fans and even authors:

. Lois is more important to Clark than his own mother.

. Annabeth is more important to Percy than his own mother or best friend.

. Hinata is more important to Naruto than anything else

. Padme is more important to Anakin than anything in the entire galaxy.

"If something happens to them, the heroes would turn evil"

In fanfics yes, but in real stories...complicated to say.

The reasons the heroes turned evil weren't 100% because of them.

. Clark not only lost his wife, but also his child and his city. He felt very guilty for killing the woman he loves. There are many versions of Superman, but in his situation...well, i guess his emotions are different from humans. Clark sees Lois as his favourite human because of her flaws. I used to ship them a lot, but then i saw how Lois reminded me another charater. So, i stopped consuming their stories together. But, one thing is a fact, it doesn't matter if Lois dies, the real Superman would never turn evil. He may have his dark side, but Superman is still Clark Kent. He values his morals a lot. If Lois became a villain and he had to stop her, he would. The best example of Superman losing Lois is Kingdom Come.

. Anakin was a slave, he was taken to become a jedi very young, away from his mother. He had to repress many feelings due to jedi codes. He was always a little insecure. So, when his mother died it caused a big trauma on him and he didn't want the same thing to happen to his wife. Padme only became his anchor because he felt excluded and lonely due to his insecures that were never worked during the story. If Padme tried to convince him to talk to Obi Wan or something like that, maybe the story would have a different ending for the couple. Padme was smart and couldn't see that her husband was suffering and needed emotional help? I guess even ashoka could be a better help for Anakin than any other character. They kinda created a bond between them. I don't consume star war stuffs that much either.

. Naruto lost his control when Pain stabbed Hinata because he was already feeling many bad emotions after everything that happened. To Naruto, what really matters is the village, even when its people were horrible to him. He always had other priorities outside Hinata. Naruto is that person that cares about everyone equally. From i could see, no one is more important than the other for him...maybe only Sasuke. Serious. That man wants to spend more time with his best friend than any other person, even his own family. So, yeah. If Hinata died or even became a villain, Naruto would move on or would defeat her. If Naruto is able to fight Sasuke to protect the village, Hinata is not out of the question either.

. This one is based on comments that i saw on internet.

I may not be a big fan of this couple anymore, but i still read some stories with dark percy. But, in canon, i know that the real Percy wouldn't turn evil because of a girl. The real one would value his family and friends more than anything. He literally would be a second version of Naruto. Everything Percy did or does for Annabeth, he would do for anyone else. He was willing to risk his life for others. He would get pretty mad if something happened to his family and friends. Percy will always have Grover to remind him of who he is...of the person Sally would be proud of. Sally is able to risk everything for him, even stay with a horrible man for years only to protect her son. She's been with Percy during his entire life. Then, he meets a girl and BANG! She becomes the most important thing to him? I don't get it. "But, Sally is a human and Grover a satyr." I know, i understand. More reason for them to be important to Percy because together, they complete each other. They bring different perspectives. Even though Percy needs someone from the demigod life like Nico, Clarisse, Jason, Frank, Hazel, Leo, Connor, Thalia and many others (including Annabeth, but not only her) because they would help him with the side he has more difficulties to understand, he also needs to be reminded of his human side (Sally, Elle, Paul, Rachel) and that there aren't only demigods and humans (Dionysus, Hera, Grover, Apollo...). He needs all the diversity he can get to have a better understanding of his life...and mature with all the knowledge learned during his journey as a hero, as a human, as a friend, as a boyfriend and as a brother.

Even Goku has other people outside his family to keep him grounded. So, it's not only about romantic relationships. It's about the bonds the characters have with others that can determinate his future maybe.

Example: If Percy didn't have Sally or Grover, he could have turned out like Luke.

If Naruto didn't have his few friends, Iruka and that guy from the restaurant (i forgot many things), he would have turned out like Obito.

If Goku didn't hit his head or didn't have his friends with him, he could have been evil.

If Clark was created by evil people or didn't have his family, maybe he would have turned out a little different.

If Anakin didn't have his mother, maybe he would have turned to the dark side faster or maybe he would have commited ☠... who knows?🤔

[verdemoun]

Hi there! I hope you're having a good day.

I'm pretty sure Timewarp Arthur had high honor (since I think you mentioned him seeing the sunrise.)

What would have happened if Arthur had lower honor when he time-warped? Of course, he wouldn't be some coldhearted monster... but he'd probably be even more of a cynic.

I have never written low-honor Arthur but since my 3rd time seeing Arthur die is coming up I'll give it a shot.

The final stab wound is an abrupt enough death for timewarping to actually be easier. The second he realizes he can breathe, and there's air in his lungs, Arthur whirls around with his guns drawn and only has that dead-eye fraction of a second not to pull the trigger when he recognizes it's Hosea.

For Hosea, it's horrifying. This isn't his Arthur. Yes, Arthur had his moments: he could be vindictive, and argumentative, and sure most of the gang knew what he was like when he was drinking or in the mood to pick a fight - but this is still different.

Instead of the relief he saw in Lenny's eyes, or the excitement in Sean's or even terror in Kieran's when they were found, Arthur's stare goes from angry to empty. He holsters his guns, still swaying slightly on his feet, running entirely on adrenaline, and says 'Suppose I'm dead, then.'

Much like they can tell the situation is going to be, Hosea offers a shrug and says 'it's more complicated than that'.

It being the most evil version of Arthur she's ever seen will not stop Bessie Matthews from hugging her son. And for all his flaws, nothing will stop Arthur from hugging her back.

This would be a version of Arthur who was mid-low honor, maybe doing little things to try and be a better person after Mary re-entered his life, only to abandon hope the second Hosea was killed. He's just hurt, and angry, more like a wild dog than the more stoic, hardened figure Hosea knew those longs months ago.

Very quickly growing tired of Arthur's sourness and general belittling, Lenny moves out with Jenny a lot faster. Given the choice to spend time with Arthur or Lenny, Sean quickly follows suit.

And Kieran? ... doesn't really notice the difference. Arthur was always - well, a dick to him. And Kieran still liked him. He still considered Arthur someone willing to talk to, and go fishing with. Arthur might still call him O'Driscoll, but even low honor Arthur saw Kieran as a poor kid after he was killed. And, seemingly desperate to get out of the house, Arthur forces Kieran to go out more which honestly helps Kieran adjust faster. He enjoys this Arthur's morbid humor, and it isn't long before catching the two drinking and smoking on the porch is a common sight.

Eventually, Hosea would get sick of it. What should have been a quiet night becomes an argument, with Hosea telling Arthur to quit playing a fool, quit acting dumb because as much as Arthur calls himself crazy they both know he's capable of being a lot smarter than he's acting and it hurts seeing him be whatever this is.

Arthur, with absolutely no shame, and knowing exactly what to say to cut deep, reminds Hosea this is what he wanted. That's what him and Dutch raised him to be, right? A killer, a conman, an extra gun when their schemes started being too big for just the two of them. They picked him off the street because they saw he was a tool ready to be molded to fit whatever ideals they wanted, and they wanted an enforcer. They got their perfect outlaw, someone who would go back for the money instead of making sure John got out, someone who would think it's more important to out Micah as a rat because it went against their stupid fictional code than anything Arthur actually believed in - because this Arthur never believed in anything other than the gang. And the gang is gone.

If Hosea had ever seen any good in him, or ever wanted him to be more than a dumb, angry weapon, Hosea wouldn't have fucked off and left him with Dutch for almost a goddamned year when he met Bessie. Hosea chose not to give him the chance to be normal, to be more than what they intended him to be, because Arthur was already a stain he could cut off to avoid tarnishing his own happy life: his cozy little home, and perfect wife, free of criminals and scum like him.

Arthur storms out, to go to Eliza's or a bar, whichever he stumbles into first. Eliza would already be used to low honor Arthur, having known him when he was younger, and it being exactly why she never married him. But even low honor Arthur loves his son, and having decided Hosea can burn in Hell for daring to judge him for being exactly what they expected him to be, moves in permanently. Isaac is still a shit, a slightly angrier, more prone to violence for less self-righteous reasons, but still adores his dad just as much and becomes a mini Arthur.

In case Arthur saying it wasn't enough - Bessie agrees. Arthur was always angry, and a frankly terrifying teen who has only grown more intimidating with age and height, but she remembered being shocked when Hosea said Arthur wasn't coming with them way back in the 19th century. Arthur was what he always had been, maybe colder, maybe more jaded, but in a way exactly what she expected to be considering he'd been with them over 20 years. It was too late to change whatever had happened since Hosea died and made him worse, or maybe Hosea had already romanticized the idea of Arthur in his head so much since his timewarp that he didn't recognize him, but that was still her boy.

Arthur would still end up finding a job, connecting with the gang but skip more dinners in favor of doing things with Isaac or work commitments. Charles would become another Mary, someone Arthur could have loved if the world wouldn't made him what he is (idk I imagine low-honor Arthur would blame everyone but himself for his actions). He'd eventually repair his relationship with Hosea, admit he mostly said things out of anger, and Hosea would want Arthur in his life more than he wants Arthur to change (as well as probably finding some truth in the belief he contributed to Arthur being what he is). But Arthur would join John and Javier in the 'never forgive, never forget what Dutch did' squad, and he would straight up murder Micah when given the chance, so rip Micah.

Low honor timewarp is just an Arthur that's still sad and angry, and cynical, and probably depressed as shit and a heavy drinker, but he still dotes on, adores, and loves his son, who is his whole world.

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Two of a Kind (Double!Felix x OFC)

MASTERLIST

Summary: When two versions of the same Yongbok Evelyn has come to adore show up at her apartment, her life gets a little more complicated... but she's not complaining.

A/N: Okay, so this is a lot for me to post. I hope it's good or at the very least enjoyable. It's not getting a lot of attention on AO3, so I'm giving in and posting here in hopes that I can find the positive affirmations I'm craving. Anyway, enjoy, I hope?

Warnings below cut.

Word count: 14,657

WARNINGS: Fairly fast moving; Smut (I'm not warning against specifics, just know this is a polygamous sort of situation so there is definitely double penetration here); fluff; a lot of dirty talk/language; porn with plot; breeding kink; mention of a dildo, but isn't present; science fiction/magical unexplainable situation; Felix and Yongbok are two separate persons, but also the same; this is just raunchy and dirty, so if you choose to read this, be aware of the content I have put out and you are taking in. Please be responsible about it. 💜

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She stares, lips parted and eyes wide. Two sets of the same deep brown eyes she knows better than her own look back at her, assessing her reaction. Identical faces on identical bodies stand outside her apartment door. The only noticeable difference between them is their hair. Even the freckles across their face are the same. The blond she’s confident she has known since middle school, but the dark-headed version of the same face she is unfamiliar with. She was sure Yongbok didn't have a twin.

Still in shock, Evelyn doesn’t stop Yongbok from dragging the stranger into her home, a pleading look on his face when he does. He shuts the door behind them and that’s when she snaps out of it.

“Wait, wait, wait, who the fuck is this and why does he look like-like you?”

Yongbok brushes his longer hair out of his face and scratches the back of his neck. “Um, something might have happened that I can’t really explain.”

“Well, I need you to find a way because I’m kinda freaking out here.”

The dark-headed Yongbok’s gaze shifts to her and back to the blond, also waiting to see how he will describe the situation that brought him to be.

“You’re freaking out? I’m freaking out! I don’t know what the fuck happened! I was walking out of the office and I saw someone left a light on in a room I didn’t even know we had. I went to turn it off and some freaky shit happened and now there are two of me!” Yongbok pouts and grasps her shoulders. “I need your help, Evelyn.”

“We… We’ve gotta take a deep breath. We’re gonna… We’re gonna figure this out.” She looks at the other Yongbok. “Do you know what’s going on?”

He shrugs, the leather jacket on his shoulders shifting when he does. “All I know is I’m him. Some sort of alter ego, I guess. A dark side maybe?”

Evelyn stares her Yongbok down. “Do you even have a dark side?”

“I wouldn't say 'dark' necessarily...”

“What the hell room did you walk into??”

His shrug is exaggerated. “I swear I didn’t even know there was room there!”

“Okay, okay.. So there are two of you now. Do we call him Yongbok, too, or do we make up a name?”

“Felix.”

They look at the duplicate. “Felix?”

“That’s my name.”

Evelyn deadpans and looks at Yongbok. “Are you telling me that your ‘dark side’ has a name? Are you kidding me? Do you have other names for different versions of yourself in your silly head?”

“I-I-I might!." There is heavy side eye from Yongbok. "It was Chris who started it! When he performs, he becomes a different version of himself. When he’s with his girlfriend, he’s a different version of himself. But he’s all still Chris. They just have different names he calls them, even his girlfriend uses the names as a joke. I thought it would be fun to try it, too.”

“Sure, but why the hell do you have a ‘dark side’ of yourself?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I kinda wish I was more confident, or I came off as more sexy than cute, not so happy all the time. I wanted to show a different side of myself.”

“Well,” she looks at Felix, “you are certainly letting people visualize a different side of yourself. Although I’m not sure how he’s that much different other than the hair.”

There is a moment where Felix opens his mouth, ready to explain just how he’s different from Yongbok, but the blond points and glares. “Don’t you dare say anything.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything about that, but I guess you still haven't said anything based on your reaction.”

“What do I have no idea about?”

“It-It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.” Yongbok changes the subject. “Can he stay with you until we figure out how to fix this?”

“Excuse me, you want him to what?”

Felix raises an eyebrow and purses his lips. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No, but it’s our only option because you don’t have income to get a place of your own and I can’t have you staying with me because my landlord is already up my ass trying to find a reason to kick me out. He hates me. If I suddenly have a roommate, he will throw me out on the street.”

“I get that, Yongbok, but what if my family finds out there’s a man living with me? They’ll roast me.”

“I guess they don’t know about the men you let sleep over?” Felix questions, an innocent gaze on his face while his eyes gleam in mischief.

“How the fuck do you know any of that?”

“It’s what you’ve told him. I used to live in his head, so of course I know.”

“I’m never telling you anything again in case this happens again, Yongbok.”

“Evie,” he whines. “I didn’t even know this was possible! We tell each other everything..”

“Not everything.”

“Oh my God, just shut the fuck up, Felix,” Yongbok says before turning back to Evelyn and gesturing between him and Felix. “This is some sort of freaky science fiction shit that we won’t let happen again once we fix it. I swear. No more opening up weird doors.”

A pause. Evelyn shifts her gaze between the two men. “Fine. He can stay, but we are going to fix this as soon as fucking possible. He can’t stay forever.”

Yongbok wraps her up into his arms and squeezes. “Thank you! You are the best, Evie. I swear I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, you do.” She’ll ask about what Felix meant some other time.

—

When Yongbok said they would try to fix the oddity that is Felix’s existence, Evelyn wasn’t expecting it to take months and for them to still have no answers. Yongbok told her that the next day he was at work, he tried looking for the door, but it was gone. It was as if it never existed. She didn’t believe him until he had her come by during lunch and he brought her exactly where the door was supposed to be. There was nothing but a wall. They have stewed over what they can do to fix their problem, but it doesn’t seem they’ll ever find a solution.

But despite the apparent halt in their search, Evelyn has grown oddly fond of Felix.

Maybe it’s partially because he looks like Yongbok, but he also acts so much like him. It shouldn't surprise her, yet it does.

He’s sweet in his own way, kind even, but he’s also devious. The man flirts more than anyone she knows and he has a bit of a—dare she say—sexy aura about him. He knows he’s hot and really plays it up especially to torment her. It feels weird to equate Yongbok to being sexy in any capacity, but something about Felix makes it feel like it’s just Yongbok with dyed hair. His confidence is making it harder to keep Yongbok in the cute category she usually keeps him in.

One night, Felix comes home a little tipsy from a secret venture to a nearby bar—one that had Evelyn scolding him for being so reckless.

“You have to be more careful, Felix. Someone who knows Yongbok could see you and it could cause a lot of problems.” Evelyn makes him sit on the couch before grabbing him a glass of water. She hands it over and makes sure he takes a sip before speaking. “I don’t want you or him to get in trouble for something we can’t explain. I… I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Felix rests his head on the back of the couch, giving her a soft smile. “You won’t lose Yongbbokie. He’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, but you’re part of Bbokie.”

He gazes at her, a warmth growing in his chest, probably from the alcohol.

Evelyn mutters something about getting him some food to soak up what he drank, but as she gets up to leave, Felix grabs her wrist to stop her. She looks at him and he speaks before he can stop himself.

“He’s in love with you, you know... That’s what he’s afraid of me telling you, one of the few things he’s kept from you. He doesn’t want you to know how much he misses you when you’re apart or how much he hates seeing you go home with some guy you met at a club. I’ve always been part of your Yongbok, but I’m the side of himself he’s been too afraid to let out. He’s always wanted you to see him more like this, confident and hot. He wants you to know he’s more than just cute Yongbok.”

She freezes. Yongbok loves her? As more than best friends? He’s never shown signs, interest. He’s just been the Yongbok she's always known.

“I’m all the flirting he wants to do with you. I’m all the secret thoughts and feelings he’s had about you when he’s alone. I’m the version of him he wishes you were taking home. I’m everything he’s afraid to show you, afraid to give you.”

“Y-You need to eat,” she says, slipping her wrist out of his hold. Evelyn isn’t sure if she should be timid, shocked, nervous or… excited? She’s so confused. Yongbok is in love with her… Was he ever going to admit it to her?”

“You can’t tell him I told you. He’ll hate me.”

Without words, Evelyn grabs some crackers and the last cookie from the batch she and Yongbok made days ago. Yongbok had such a big smile on his face while they baked, a sight she remembers each time she ate a cookie. She gives Felix the food, silently encouraging him to eat. He did, but he stared, too. Evelyn couldn’t get the courage to look at him. The one time she did, her heart beat a little too fast.

Curse him for not only being attractive, but for the smug look on his face that screams he knows he's good looking. It doesn’t matter if he’s a little inebriated. It’s second nature for him to be, well, hot.

“Stop looking at me like that, Felix.”

“You’re pretty, you know. It’s no wonder Yongbbokie fell for you so fast. I bet it eats him up that I’m here and he isn’t.”

She half wishes he was there to keep Felix in line.

“I bet he’s thinking about sitting on this couch with you, finally telling you how he feels, and then kissing you the way he’s dreamed about for years.”

“Cut it out.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Maybe he’s imagining finally getting the courage to fuck you, like I’ve seen him visualize mere hours after spending time with you.”

Evelyn’s face is burning, and her hands are shaking. “Shut up, Felix.” She starts toward her room, combating the sudden images of Yongbok that spawned in her mind. “I’m going to bed and you should, too. Maybe sleep will get that alcohol out of your system and put some sense back in your head. Goodnight.”

Felix’s teeth show as he grins toward her now closed bedroom door. He hopes he, Yongbok, or both of them taunt and tease her in her dreams. It could start the chain reaction of a confession, especially if she realizes that she’s just as much in love with Yongbok. All they need is a little more pushing.

Evelyn leans against her bedroom door to settle her racing heart. Yongbok loves her… Yongbok. Loves. Her. Her best friend is in love with her. Her knees feel weak.

Yongbok has always attracted a lot of attention for various reasons. He’s been popular since she’s known him because no one can deny that he is a good-looking guy. The dark expressive eyes, his tanned skin littered with freckles, the way his smile lights up an entire room… Evelyn has never been blind to his looks. But to hear he loves her? She’s lucky to call him her best friend.

She can’t say she loves her friend in the same way, though. She can’t say simply because she’s never thought about it. Yongbok is likeable and clearly easy to fall for. He’s kind to everyone no matter who they are or what they do, and he’ll go out of his way to help wherever he can. She would be insane to ignore his feelings.

Her eyes drift to an old photo of her and Yongbok grinning wildly at the camera, both finishing each other’s hearts with their hands. Her high school sweetheart had dumped her that morning and Yongbok came over with snacks, drinks and a ton of movies to keep her distracted from her broken heart. It mended a little that night when they fell asleep on her bedroom floor with the Tangled title screen playing on her laptop. He always knows how to make her forget what breaks her heart because he’s her Yongbok.

Evelyn smiles, two fingers running along the glass of the photo frame.

It’s easy to fall in love with him... because it seems she already has.

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“Hey, sorry I’m late. We were finishing up a project for tomorrow’s meeting.”

Evelyn smiles at Yongbok. “No worries, Bbokie.” She stands up from the kitchen table where she and Felix had been talking when Yongbok let himself in. Her arms wrap around his middle and she presses her face into his warm chest. His cologne has faded, but he still smells good. “We waited for you.”

Yongbok hugs her back and peers at Felix, who is watching with a smirk. For a few weeks now, he’s noticed his darker counterpart acting more devious and flirty with Evelyn. Most of the time, she ignores or scolds him, but lately she flirts back. It’s getting on his nerves because it should be him. He’s wondered if Felix has tried anything more with Evelyn and if she let him. The thought makes his heart hurt.

“What’s wrong?” Evelyn cups his face, sensing his mood change. “Are you not feeling well? We can hold off eating together a different night if need be.”

Yongbok shakes his head. “I’m okay. I got a little distracted. Maybe I’m just hungry.”

She smiles. “Then I think it’s time we eat, hm?”

Felix stands. “I’ll get the table set.” Yongbok doesn’t miss the way Felix touches Evelyn’s waist as he walks by.

Her gaze follows Felix for a moment before she brings it back to Yongbok. He sees something cross her features that makes him nervous about the dark-headed man. But her palms resting on his chest bring him from his thoughts. “Why don’t you go change into some cozy clothes? I recently washed a bunch of the stuff you’ve left here. We’ll have dinner on the table by the time you’re finished.”

“Right. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Felix watches him go and chuckles. “Looks like he’s jealous. I wonder if he’ll finally tell you.”

“Stop trying to make him. This is Yongbok you’re toying with.”

“Yeah, who is also in love with you and feeling extremely intimidated by me right now.”

She silently gathers up dishes for the table, feeling Felix’s eyes on her. Evelyn stops and looks at him. “So… does this mean you feel the same as Yongbok?”

“Of course, I do.” He traps her between the counter and himself, hands resting on the countertop on either side of her. “He and I are the same person, except I’m not afraid to act on what I feel.”

Her gaze is hard when she pushes him away from her. “You’re not taking away Yongbok’s chance with me, Felix.” Evelyn may or may not have let it spill to Felix that she wouldn’t be too upset if Yongbok confessed to her the day after she decided her feelings for the blond man.

“You know, you could have both of us.” Felix leans in too close. He grabs her hips to keep her from stepping away from him. “I don’t mind sharing.”

Both? Evelyn stops the thoughts before they can go too far. “Fuck off.”

A chuckle. “Think we can convince him?”

“There will be no convincing because you are going back in his head where you should be.”

“Hmm, but what if we never find a way to put me back?”

“Well, then you can go anywhere and live how you want.”

“If Yongbok stays, I want to, too.”

“I can’t have two—That won’t work, Felix. Even if Yongbok confesses and you stay your own person, it’s gonna look fucking weird if someone sees two of you with me. And if they find out that you’re both my boyfriends? We’ll never hear the end of it.”

Humming, he reaches up and brushes some of her hair behind her ear, bottom lip between his teeth. “You care too much about what others will think. What do you think, Evelyn? What do you want?”

She flounders under his stare, trying to find a way out of answering him, but she soon falls victim to the slight upward shift of Felix’s lips. Evelyn sighs out of frustration. “I don’t think I can have Yongbok without you or you without Yongbok. Happy? Is that what you want me to say? That I love him and since you’re part of who he is, that also means I love you?” She looks down. “I don’t know if anything will come of whatever is going on between you and me or me and him, but I can’t say I would be upset to have you both. Is it selfish of me? Maybe, but I can’t have Bbokie without you or you without him.”

Her back being pressed against the countertop barely registers in her mind. Her distraction being the soft touch of Felix’s thumb along her bottom lip. His near black eyes are glittering and focused so intently on her lips. He leans closer.

“Yongbok will be very happy.”

A feather light touch of his lips on hers nearly takes Evelyn’s breath away, but he pulls back before ever completing the kiss at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Felix studies Evelyn’s reddened face and steps away the moment Yongbok enters the kitchen again. She immediately looks at the ground when she catches the surprise and hurt on Yongbok’s face.

Yongbok isn’t stupid. He glimpsed how close Felix was to her, the bright red tint to her skin. Not a single dish is on the table. No food is in sight. Leave it to the persona he hoped would help him make a move to win his best friend’s affections. Having him live with her probably wasn’t his best idea.

Evelyn opens her mouth, clearly ready to explain away what he walked in on. She wants to reassure Yongbok that whatever just happened between her and Felix doesn’t ruin his chances. There is a single second where a thought crosses her mind and in that second, Evelyn acts.

“Fuck it,” she says, more to herself than the guys. In two steps, she stands in front of Yongbok and pulls him into a clumsy kiss.

He grunts in surprise, eyes wide initially until he feels the gentle touch of her hands on his face when she pulls away, only to go back in for another less awkward kiss, one he’s more prepared for. His hands go to her waist to bring her closer, his eyes shutting as he kisses her back. He must be dreaming.

Felix almost laughs. He was so close to kissing her the same way Yongbok is now, her hands on his face, his arms, his chest. Yet all along he knew it was supposed to be Yongbok to have her in his arms where he can kiss her like he’s always wanted. If Felix wasn’t his own person, it would have been Yongbok anyway.

“He told you, didn’t he?” Yongbok whispers, ending the kiss and pressing his forehead against hers.

Her hands trail down from his face to his chest, where she can feel his heart racing. “Weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago?” Yongbok looks between the two, mouth open. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“She had to make sure I wasn’t lying,” Felix answered. “She’s been driving herself insane trying to read into your entire friendship… and every interaction you two have had since she realized she loves you back.”

Yongbok could cry. “You… You love me?”

“Yeah,” Evelyn breathes. “Once I got away from his drunken yapping, it was pretty obvious I have been for a while. It just took me some time to figure it out.”

“Hey, I wasn’t drunk.”

Evelyn scrunches her face at him, which Felix finds ridiculously adorable.

Yongbok pulls her into a tight hug, pressing his face into her neck. Goosebumps rise on his back when she drags her hands across it. “I love you.”

“I know. Also, I love him, too,” Evelyn says, nodding toward Felix after stepping out of their hug.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Felix laughs. “Sorry, Yongbbokie.”

“Bbokie, you two might be separate people now, but he is technically you. If I love you, then of course I’m going to love him. Think of it more like I love another version of you, every version of you. If that weird room made more versions of you, I’d love all of them, too.”

The two men stare at each other until Yongbok sighs and looks back at Evelyn. “You’re right. If you love me, then it makes sense you would love him, too. So, I guess until we figure out how to fix this… you have two of us.”

“That’s not so bad, you know.”

“She is ecstatic about there being two of us,” Felix teases, his voice deepening slightly.

“Shut up, Felix!”

Yongbok laughs, grabbing her hand and bringing her back to him to kiss her once more.

—

Living a life with two men, who are one and the same… kind of, is an interesting ride, to say the least. Some days it’s harder for Evelyn to comprehend that there are two versions of her best friend that she gets to love and even more so when she’s reminded that they still have no explanation for Felix’s existence outside of Yongbok. She’s accepted at this point that she has two loves and it’s worth it when she finds herself cuddled up on the couch between them most nights. There’s no place she feels safer.

“You should leave the fucking place and just live here, too,” Felix says to Yongbok. “Your landlord is a piece of shit trying to find a reason to kick you out.”

Yongbok’s head falls against the back of the couch. “I know, but the rent is too good for apartments in that area, and it’s pretty close to my job.”

“We’ll split the rent here. I'll find a job and that becomes a three-way split. I bet it’s cheaper than what you’re paying there and you get to live with Evelyn.”

There are some days where Evelyn feels almost guilty that she lives with Felix only, getting to spend a lot more time with him day and night. Yongbok sadly can’t be over all the time and it gets difficult to make time to see each other if there’s a project he has at his job or Evelyn has to meet up with clients during his free time. She misses him when she can’t see him, even though she has Felix to combat that loneliness.

“We can make it work, Bbokie. I love the idea of you living here, too, plus my landlord won’t try to kick you out for no reason. I’m pretty sure he adores you, actually. He might even bring the rent down if you move in.” She kisses his cheek and brushes through his hair with her fingers. “We’d get to spend a lot more time together, too.”

He hums deep in his chest as he ponders his options. “What kind of job do you think you’d get, Felix?”

“I don’t know. I could try streaming or something. I have heard that being a cam boy is profitable.”

Yongbok nearly chokes and Evelyn’s eyes go wide.

“You want to… to do that on camera? You know that’s my body, too!”

“I’ll get a tattoo or something then. No one will recognize me… or you.”

Evelyn purses her lips. “What if I would rather my boyfriend didn’t do that?”

“Relax. It was a thought. I probably wouldn’t do it, anyway.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Felix leans over Evelyn. He chuckles as she presses herself back into Yongbok’s side to keep some distance as if there was any distance to have. “You could join me sometimes. I bet they would send a lot of money to watch you fall apart for me.”

“Hey, cut it out, Felix,” Yongbok says, wrapping a protective arm around Evelyn after smacking Felix’s shoulder.

“You can join, too, Yongbbokie. I know people go nuts for threesomes.”

Evelyn’s knees press together, and she hides her face against Yongbok.

More recently, since accepting having two men to call hers, Evelyn’s thoughts have been a little far from wholesome. When both men are extremely handsome, even by society’s standards, it’s nearly impossible to avoid thinking about them in that way. It also doesn’t help that Felix constantly “forgets” to get changed in the bathroom after a shower, walking around the apartment with a towel around his waist and no care that Evelyn is getting bombarded by his half naked torso—she was speechless upon seeing the faint lines of abs when he first walked by her with a smirk. And to make matters worse, Felix cannot be bothered to shut a door properly, particularly his bedroom door, so she’s caught him pleasing himself more times than she’d like to count since they became a trio. Whereas he’s unreasonably hot letting her find him in the situation, the images of Yongbok doing the same have nearly broken her fragile brain. How easily she falls apart at the thought of being with her boyfriends in that way should disgust her, but more often than not, she shuts herself away in her room to alleviate some of her own sexual frustration. But talking so openly, teasing or not, about the three of them having sex together is too much.

“Can we just agree that camming isn’t a job you’re gonna do? It’s too risky right now and I don’t want my body shown off like that.” Yongbok pats Evelyn’s head.

Felix pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“That sort of fun is better in private.”

“Oh, so you’re into it as long as there’s no camera. Good to know.”

Evelyn suddenly stands up, face a bright red as she scampers into the kitchen. “So moving? Do you think you’d wanna move in with us, Bbokie? We can easily make space for you.”

Felix and Yongbok share a look upon realizing how much their conversation affected Evelyn. Yongbok also has slightly pink cheeks.

“Let me see what I can do.”

“I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together,” Felix says, pleased to hear Evelyn squeak from the kitchen and Yongbok exhale to get out whatever emotion is bubbling up inside him. “Also, how will your family feel about you living with two men?” He laughs upon receiving a middle finger from the woman doing everything in her power to ignore how badly she wants both men right then and there.

—

Evelyn groans upon returning home after a rough day at work to find Felix leaning against the kitchen counter while he types on his phone. Grey sweats are the only thing on his body. “Please put on a shirt or something.”

Since living with the two practically identical men, Evelyn has quickly realized that it is both a godsend and a nightmarish hell. Both Felix and Yongbok are extremely helpful around the apartment and doing their part by paying bills. Felix is streaming games as his job and became a relatively quick success—she suspects his looks and deep voice are the reason views soared—but being able to cover his side of expenses took a little time, but he’s proactive making up for the delay. Both she and Yongbok, thankfully, were okay to take over his costs until he completed his set up.

Despite the wonderful help and support from them, Evelyn’s hell began soon after Yongbok officially moved in. Felix and Yongbok decided they needed to work out to keep up their lithe and toned physique, so they go to the gym a few times a week after Yongbok gets off work. The problem stems from the fact that neither seems to care that she’s right there when they strip their sweaty clothes off on the way down the hall for a shower. It’s not like she’s never seen them shirtless, but as she notices the subtle growth of more and more muscle, Evelyn is going insane. She’s embarrassed to say the prank gift from her overseas friend of a ridiculously enormous dildo—the name Fenrir on the discreet packaging—has been extremely useful in her dilemma.

Felix sets his phone down and tilts his head. “Why?”

“Because…”

“Wow. Such a deep reason. I can’t believe I didn’t realize.”

It’s almost instant when tears build up in her eyes. “Please. I can’t deal with you today.”

The smirk that was building on his face instantly fell away. Felix stands straighter and pulls her into a tight hug. “What’s wrong, baby?” He fights back the shiver when her fingers trail softly along his lower back.

“Work was bad. I made one mistake and my boss kept yelling at me about it, so I made more mistakes. I… I don’t want to think anymore today.”

Lips press against her hair. “What can I do to help?”

“Just… don’t toy with me tonight. I can’t handle it right now and I don’t want to end up angry with you or Yongbok.”

“Okay,” he says, squeezing her tighter for a moment. “How about you take a little nap? It might help you feel better. Yongbok is in the shower, but I’ll let him know not to disturb you.”

Evelyn looks up at him. A single tear rolls down her cheek that he is quick to wipe away with a pout on his lips. “Can both of you cuddle with me?”

Those pouty lips press against hers sweetly. “If that’s what you want.”

She nods. “Please.”

“We’ll take care of you, baby. Go get changed and get comfortable. I’ll go let Yongbbokie know what’s going on and I’ll be there in a minute.”

With yet another nod, Evelyn trudges to her room, glancing at Felix as he disappears into the open door of his and Felix's room. Her movements are a little slow as she changes into some shorts and a pink hoodie that she’s “borrowing” from Yongbok. After shutting her door, she buries herself under her covers and waits. Silent tears spill down her face, dampening the pillow under her head, as the events from work wash over her, the fear of termination crossing her mind when she remembers how frustrated her boss was by the time he told her to go home. She truly tried her best like she always does, but today just wasn’t her day.

There’s a soft knock at the door, her response as quiet, letting who she assumes is Felix enter her space.

“How’re you feeling, princess?”

“Not good.” There’s no hiding the shake in her voice.

The bed shifts as he makes himself comfortable on her bed. Felix reaches toward her and guides her against his now covered chest, where she continues to cry.

“It’s okay now,” Felix whispers, petting her head. “We’ll cheer you up and take care of you, Evelyn. Yongbbokie is getting dressed right now and then he’ll be here, too.”

Evelyn grasps the front of his t-shirt. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

A few minutes of quiet words and more tears go by before Yongbok makes his way into Evelyn’s room, Felix greeting him. The second Yongbok settles behind Evelyn, she turns and finds refuge against his chest. Felix scoots up behind her, wrapping his arm around her middle and his lips pressing against her shoulder while Yongbok cradles her head to him and does what he can to soothe the fresh tears falling from her eyes.

The next thing Evelyn knows is she’s waking up. Her sleepy gaze falls on the blond in front of her, who smiles and brushes her hair off her face. Behind her, Felix rubs her side and back, raising goosebumps across her skin.

“Sleep well?” Yongbok asks, running the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“Yeah… Thank you for staying with me. Both of you.”

Felix kisses the spot behind her ear and then the top of her shoulder. “Happy to help.”

Evelyn rolls onto her back between them to get a better look at both of their faces. “How long did I sleep?”

“Maybe a half hour?” Yongbok kisses the end of her nose. “We’re gonna take care of dinner tonight, by the way. Does ordering in sound good?”

“Yeah, thank you.” She glances between both men. “I love you.”

“We love you, too, baby.” And Felix leans in to give her a proper kiss on her lips.

She hums and kisses him back. The fact Yongbok is lying beside her while they kiss makes her stomach twist. It’s her who deepens the kiss, her hand cupping the back of Felix’s neck while her other can’t decide if it wants to trail along his sharp jawline or rest on his shoulder.

It’s not like Yongbok hasn’t seen her and Felix kiss before or vice versa, but something about being between them in her bed and him silently watching her respond to Felix’s affection so strongly is titillating.

Yongbok’s lips part as seconds go by where his counterpart and his girlfriend make out beside him. There’s a shift in the room. He’s not sure what got Evelyn eager to respond to what he thought was an innocent kiss, but he knows whatever it is, it is resting heavily around them now.

Felix breaks the kiss, leaning away with a corner of his mouth raised. “Did our baby wake up a little needy?”

Evelyn’s eyes are wide with want. “Please don’t tease.”

Yongbok to the rescue. He litters her face and lips in sweet kisses. “We won’t tease you,. Just tell us what you want and we’ll take care of you.” He means it innocently.

It was now or never. She had been struggling to push away weeks of thoughts, but now she had the opportunity to speak up. “I want both of you.”

“You have us.”

“No… I want you.”

The two men look at each other and then back at her, blushing a bright pink under their gazes.

“Are you asking to fuck?” Felix asks. No need to beat around the bush.

She nods, turning a darker pink. Yongbok also gains some more color to his face.

They all knew that one day their relationship would take a sexual turn because none of them have been sexually inactive, but aside from Felix occasionally teasing Evelyn about it, there was never any hint it was going to happen soon. There was no need to rush it.

“Are you sure?” Yongbok says.

“Yes. I… I want it to happen.”

“And you want both of us?”

“Yeah.”

Felix presses the backs of his fingers against her burning cheek to feel how much heat her embarrassment is producing. “You really want to do this, Evelyn? This is a big step.”

“I want to… if you want…”

“Oh, we definitely want, baby,” he chuckles, kissing her lips. “Yongbbokie? Care to make our sweet girl comfortable while I go grab us a few things?”

Yongbok clears his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’ll take care of her.”

“I know you will,” he winks. He rolls off the bed and strolls out the door with a little bounce in his steps.

Moving to hover over her, Yongbok timidly presses kisses along her neck and jawline, one hand running along her stomach. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Evie?”

“Yes. I’m so sure.” She pulls him close to kiss him, her tongue timidly swiping across his lips once before she’s met with the soft touch of his tongue against hers. Back arched, she presses her chest against his, pulling him closer, one leg hiked next to his waist. “Help me forget how bad my day was, Bbokie.”

“You had a bad day?”

“Work was shit,” she says, kissing along his jawline.

He brings their lips together again, nudging her nose with his. “We’ll help you forget, Evie. We’ll make sure the only thing you can think about is how good we make you feel.”

Upon her breathy plea, he reaches for the hem of her hoodie, lifting it enough to stick his hand under. His touch feels like fire on her already warm flesh, but she hums against his lips, feeling the gentle glide of his hand across her stomach. “I bet you’ll feel much better if we get you out of these clothes, yeah?”

All it takes is a nod before they work together to pull the hoodie over her head. The cool air of her room and maybe Yongbok’s heady stare causes Evelyn to shiver. The way Yongbok sits back on his heels to take in her almost naked torso is almost too much for her to take. And then his fingers are running across her stomach, up her sides and over the heather grey bra. When he barely grazes the tops of her breasts, instant goosebumps rise all over her skin.

Yongbok caresses her chest with a single pass of his hands before smiling and dragging them down to the waistband of her shorts. He takes no time untying them before tugging them down her legs, revealing a cute pair of red and white striped underwear. He bites his bottom lip over how cute she looks, gazing at him with large wanting eyes in her mismatched underwear. Yongbok leaves a kiss on her tummy above her panty line and then crawls back up to kiss her properly.

“Aw, you’re so cute, baby,” Felix coos once he reenters the room, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands.

Yongbok scrunches his nose. “Why the hell do you have those here? Were you expecting something to happen?”

“Chill, Yongbbokie. One, something is happening. Right now. And two, did you expect me to stay sexless if nothing happened? Nah. A man should always be prepared, just in case.”

“But you had that here… in Evie’s home.”

“And? Were you expecting me not to do anything if our beloved Evelyn wanted to do this? I was always pushing for you to make the first move, but I wasn’t going to turn her down if she came onto me first.”

Yongbok argues with Felix, unaffected by the touch of the woman under him when she grabs his waist. He doesn’t see the needy gaze she holds on his profile while he scolds Felix. But when she looks at the brunette, silently begging for them to stop arguing, Felix notices immediately.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. We’re completely ignoring you, aren’t we?” He sets the items in his hands on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed to caress her warm face. “No more arguing. We’re here to take care of our princess here. Right, Yongbbokie?”

They recognize the annoyance on the blond’s face, but he pushes it aside as he sits beside Evelyn to give Felix room to coddle Evelyn. “Right,” he says. “This is about making you feel better, Evie. Do you want us to take the rest of this off now?” A single finger snaps the elastic of her underwear against her skin.

She nods eagerly, sitting up on her elbows. “And you, too. Both of you. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Felix stands back up and tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in her room. He chuckles when her palm presses against his stomach, feeling the firmness of the muscles there, especially when he flexes his abs for her touching pleasure. “Touch all you want, princess.”

“Show off,” Yongbok mutters.

“As if you don’t look exactly the same.”

Evelyn turns her head, one hand still touching Felix’s abdomen, the other grasping at Yongbok’s shirt. “Bbokie, lemme see.”

At her request, Yongbok doesn’t hesitate to rid himself of his shirt as well. He stares at her hand that runs across his stomach to feel the same dips and planes that sit under her other hand.

“So cute,” Felix says. “Shoulda known by the men Yongbbokie was so jealous to see you go home with.”

“Stop,” Yongbok whines.

A laugh leaves Felix. “Yongbok, please help our sweet girl out of that bra.”

“Is that okay, Evie?”

She nods, lifting her hips when she feels Felix tugging her panties down her thighs. “Please...”

He calmly reaches behind Evelyn to unclasp her bra and he pulls it away from her. Both men cuss, taking in her fully nude body.

“Always knew you were gorgeous, princess, but holy fuck,” Felix says.

Yongbok chimes in, too. “You’re so pretty. So fucking lucky to have you.”

She whines. “You’re supposed to be naked, too.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Felix tugs off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, grinning at Evelyn’s unwavering gaze on his naked form. “Your turn, Yongbbokie.”

Evelyn is quick to turn and watch Yongbok pull his sweatpants and underwear down, albeit less gracefully, sitting on her bed. 

Once he is as bare as the other two, he smiles weakly at her. “Now we’re even.”

“Why are you nervous?” Felix tilts his head. “She likes you. She likes us. She likes the way we look, too. Stop doubting yourself.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” she says, sitting up to kiss Yongbok deeply. Evelyn straddles his lap, sitting directly on his erection, which makes him moan into the kiss. “So hot… My beautiful, Bbokie.” She rolls her hips and gasps against his lips from the delicious friction.

A second pair of hands rest on her waist as Felix presses a kiss to the side of her neck. “Slow down, baby. We haven’t even discussed how you want us.”

She looks over her shoulder at him. “Inside me.”

“Yes, we know, but where? How? We have to make sure we’re all on the same page before we put anything in you.”

“I… I don’t know.”

Felix smiles. “No, I think you do know. You’re just too shy to tell us.”

She hides her face against Yongbok’s neck. “No… I don’t know.”

“Do you want us at the same time or not?” Yongbok’s voice is softer, doting.

A pause. “Same time. Definitely at the same time.”

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Mouth? Cunt? Ass?”

“Jesus, Felix,” Yongbok scowls. “Could you try to be more gentle?”

“That’s your role. You made me this way.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would exist outside of my head!”

“I want you both to fuck my pussy.”

The men freeze at Evelyn’s words, more shocked to hear that sentence leave her mouth.

“Are you sure, Evie? That’s… That’s probably going to hurt.”

“I can take it.” She grins, pushing on Yongbok’s chest to make him lean back onto her pillows. She follows an invisible path with her fingers down his chest, down his abdomen, to his cock where she barely touches him, teasing. “I’ve fit bigger than the size of your cocks in me.”

“F-Fuck…”

Felix groans, biting the flesh of her ass since she so kindly didn’t sit back down on Yongbok, giving him the perfect few of her ass and cunt, causing her to yelp. “Fuck, baby. Gonna take us both like it’s nothing, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll take you both so… so well.”

Yongbok pulls her into a kiss, sweet and deep, one hand reaching up to grab one of her breasts to squeeze just enough to make her whine into his mouth. “We’ve gotta get you ready for us if you want us both. We don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Bbokie…” she whimpers against his lips. A sudden “ah” followed by a moan comes from her at the sudden intrusion of two fingers in her cunt. “L-Lix, oh my God.”

“You couldn’t wait?”

“She’s practically dripping, Yongbok.” Felix pumps his fingers in and out, causing her to arch her back to present herself better to him. “Such a good girl letting me take care of you like this.” All three moan when the wetness pooling around his fingers makes a sound.

Yongbok pulls Evelyn’s hair out of her face, watching the bliss on her face while she moves with Felix’s fingers. His grip tightens when she wraps her hand around his cock and squeezes. “Fu-uck, Evie.” He breathes heavily, watching her tremble enough that she lets herself collapse on him, her face pressed into his stomach. But her hand doesn’t let go of his dick.

“Feel so good you can’t give Yongbbokie proper attention? Are you going dumb on my fingers?”

She attempts to jerk Yongbok off—an action that gets his hips moving for more friction—but the second Felix pulls his wet fingers out to rub her clit, her orgasm sneaks up on her. She can’t even warn them.

“F-Fuck!” Her grip on Yongbok is almost too tight, his tiny yelp making her let go to focus on letting the ecstasy roll across her body.

“Look at how you clench,” Felix says, fingers still caressing her folds to help her through her pleasure. “Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.” And in a bold move, he leans in to swipe his tongue over her hole, humming, when a line of her slick breaks from his tongue as he pulls away. He licks his lips and then his messy fingers. “Fuck, you taste good. Yongbbokie, why don’t you have a taste?”

Yongbok tries to move away from Evelyn, but her hand goes around him once again. He groans and kicks his head back from the feeling.

Felix laughs, reaching over to detach her from Yongbok. “It’s okay, princess. Let’s put you on your back, yeah? Let your Bbokie eat you out and you can have my cock in your hand instead. Come on.”

With needy whines, Evelyn lies on her back, head resting on her pillows. Yongbok settles between her thighs and Felix lounges beside her, his head held up by his hand.

“Go ahead, Yongbok.” Felix takes Evelyn’s hand and wraps it around himself before caressing her stomach and her breasts. When he pinches a nipple, her grip tightens, and he chuckles. “You can do that all you want, baby. Yongbok is going to make you feel so good.”

Yongbok’s lips trail across her thighs, making her whimper. She grasps at the sheets and Felix the closer he gets to her heat. Felix laughs from her grip and returns the favor by leaning in and biting her breast hard enough to make her whine in a high-pitched tone that they both file away in their heads. But the first moment Yongbok connects with her cunt, his tongue licking a fat stripe from her slick entrance to her clit, Evelyn begs to come again. “Want you both… so bad,” she cries, blindly grabbing and scratching at Felix when Yongbok goes in again for another taste.

“Fuck.” Felix watches the immediate red marks show up on his skin from her nails. “Can’t even focus on my cock, huh? Yongbok already making you feel good?”

“Wanna… Wanna come… n-now.”

“Oh, but you’re not ready, baby. Your Bbokie has barely had his fill. He’ll get you there once he’s satisfied, okay?”

“B-Bbokie, please.”

“Be patient, love,” Yongbok says, dragging his tongue over her clit. “I’ll take care of you. I won’t tease.” He puts her legs over his shoulders and spreads her thighs farther apart. “Gotta make sure you can take both of us.”

“I can,” she pouts, peering at Felix with her pupils blown wide and her bottom lip jutting out.

Felix doesn’t waste time leaning in to capture her bottom lip between his teeth, followed by a long kiss where their tongues meet in a desperate and messy way as Yongbok works her up to her second climax of the evening. “Should’a fucking done this sooner, huh?” he says against her mouth. “Could’a had you like this months ago… that first time I mentioned it.”

Yongbok gazes up at the two, his tongue dipping into her hole several times before he takes her swollen clit between her lips and sucks on it. He groans against her, watching how her stomach contracts and her kiss with Felix pauses to allow the prettiest moan he’s heard from her yet fill the air. His response is a sweet kiss to her clit, but then he goes back to devouring her.

Felix lets her catch her breath, gazing at the blond between her legs, his hair messily falling over his face. He sits up, combing Yongbok’s hair to one side to not only help clear his face, but to get a better look at the way he eats Evelyn out. “Baby, why don’t you help Yongbbokie with his hair, hm?” Felix takes her hand and places it in Yongbok’s hair, grinning when she grasps so tightly that he moans into her. Felix’s deep chuckle resonates around them, watching Evelyn roll her hips against the blond’s face. “There you go. Why don’t you use his face to get yourself to come? He’ll keep his mouth on you. You move how you need, baby.”

Evelyn rolls her hips again… and again until she finds a rhythm that brings the knot inside her taut. Her hand in Yongbok’s hair keeps him against her, not that he’s interested in parting from her while she desperately uses him. Felix watches in delight, lazily drawing shapes around Evelyn’s neck and chest, and oh how he could watch her lose herself like that for the rest of his life. The sounds he’s heard from her room in the late hours of the night when she thought he was asleep do not compare to the beautiful whines and whimpers from her now.

“Ah, Bbokie,” she breathes, a whiney sound. “Gonna—” Her back arches and a moan from the depths of her chest fills the room.

Yongbok takes back over then, giving kitten licks to her clit to help her through her climax yet not overstimulate her so soon. He watches her slow descent back to Earth, just as enraptured as Felix. She looks so beautiful in front of him. It isn’t until her hips jerk away from his tongue when he stops, peppering kisses across her thighs.

“You did so well, didn’t you?” Felix coos, brushing through her hair while she catches her breath. “And you did better warning Yongbbokie you were coming. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Felix,” she whines, embarrassed by his babying. At the same time, she feels proud of doing well for him and Yongbok.

He leans in, leaving open-mouthed kisses to her neck and collarbone. He knows why she’s whining his name. “Aw, you like it when I praise you like that. You like it when I say you’ve been so sweet to us, so good to us. You blush so cutely every time. Now I wonder how you’ll react if Yongbok praised her. Would you get even more flustered hearing your best friend call you a good girl?”

Yongbok is blushing now, sitting on his knees between her thighs and rubbing his hands across her skin lovingly. “Felix, we said we wouldn’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m raising a point.” He kisses her mouth. “Do you want him to tell you how good you’ve been, too?”

Evelyn would have begged Yongbok to tell her, except said man hovers over her to kiss her skin along her jaw and up to the ear opposite of Felix. Her breath catches in her throat, feeling his teeth nibble on her earlobe for a second.

“Is that what you want, Evie?”

She can’t think. Not with his voice reaching such a depth right in her ear. She swears she can still feel the vibrations of his voice after he quiets.

Yongbok, on the other hand, turns a darker shade of red when the only response to his question is a quiet moan that is just as close to his ear. And the way Evelyn grabs his sides, sliding her hands across his back in want… He wishes he was already inside her.

“Go on, Yongbbokie. Tell her what a good girl she’s been.”

Her nails press into his back. He grunts in her ear from the feeling. At the soft whisper of her nickname for him, he can’t hold back the affection and lust and smashes his lips to hers. He’ll tell her in a minute.

Felix chuckles, watching them have their moment. Whereas he is involved in their sexual escapade, he’s always known that everything has been between Evelyn and Yongbok. Felix is important to her, too, but what happens between her and Yongbok means so much more than anything he’s involved in. And Felix is happy to sit back so they can have their moments; a silent encouragement for the less confident Yongbok.

“You’ve been so good,” Yongbok finally whispers against her lips. “Perfect for me—us. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Bbokie.” She kisses him, arms going around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair.

With a grin, Felix pushes down on Yongbok’s lower back to make him rest on top of Evelyn. The closer they’re pressed together, the sooner they can get to the best part of their evening.

Yongbok grunts and Evelyn hums, feeling his cock pressed snuggly against her abdomen.

Felix pets her head after she kisses Yongbok again. “Think you’re ready, princess?”

“Please.”

He reaches over the couple’s heads to grab the condoms, chuckling when her hand press against his abs in an exploratory manner. After he sits back on the bed, he taps Yongbok to get him to sit up, but he hands Evelyn the foil packet. “Go ahead. Put it on him.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I wanna help you, too.”

Felix stops opening his, eyes heavy on her pretty form. He lies down on his side beside her. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Evelyn leans in to kiss Yongbok then, her free hand seeking out the hard appendage between his legs. Once she finds it, he groans into her mouth as she wraps her hand around him and slides her hand up and down a few times before breaking the kiss. She focuses on getting the condom out and rolling it down his cock, staring at him with big pleading eyes when she’s done.

“G-Good job, love,” Yongbok mutters, feeling a little lightheaded from her touch. “Take care of Felix now, yeah?”

Feeling confident after Yongbok’s praise, Evelyn takes the packet from Felix and silently pushes him to lie on his back. Much like she did with Yongbok, she sweetly jerks him off a moment before rolling the condom down until it’s secure. She finishes by leaning over and kissing his mouth, tongue sweeping across his lips until he parts them for her. The kiss deepens instantly.

That’s when Yongbok makes a bold choice, at least for him. While she’s busy loving on the brunette under her, he gets behind her, cunt still swollen and glistening from her previous orgasms. He runs his hands across her hips a few times to let her know he’s there. In the next moment, he’s guiding his cock into her warmth. She takes him with no resistance.

Evelyn gasps, heading falling on Felix’s shoulder from the stretch that feels too good to be real. “B-Bbokie,” she says, instinctually pushing her hips back to get all of him inside her faster.

Felix grins and brushes her hair out of her face. He lifts his head up enough to see the absolute bliss on Yongbok’s face when he bottoms out. “Does Yongbbokie feel good, princess? Is he filling you up nicely?”

“Yes…” she breathes against his skin, moving her hips to find some sort of friction. “Touch me, please.”

“Aw, you asked so sweetly, too.” He reaches between them to rub her clit with two fingers. “Better?”

She hums.

Yongbok finally moves, pulling out a little and pushing back in until he finds a comfortable rhythm that has Evelyn whining and meeting his gentle thrusts.

“F-Faster, Bbokie.”

“If he goes too fast, he might come before we both stuff you full. Let us help you come again like this, okay? Then we’ll fuck you however fast you need.”

“Wanna come…”

Felix picks up the pace with his fingers, grinning when her body trembles out of pleasure and weakness. “You will. Just keep using Bbokie and we’ll get you there. Don’t change your pace, Yongbok. If you can’t hold out, then use your fingers.”

Yongbok nods, but continues what Evelyn deems is a torturous pace until she squeezes him so tightly that he has to pull out before he loses it. At her whimper, he speaks soft words and shoves two fingers into her cunt. There’s a small smile that comes up on his face from her moan. 

Felix laughs, seeing Yongbok so enamored by the woman between them. “Make it fast, Yongbbokie. Just like she asked when it was your cock.”

Evelyn is surprised by the sudden and relentless way Yongbok's fingers fuck her. She nearly collapses onto Felix, her limbs wanting to give up when he continuously hits that spot inside her that takes her mere seconds away from the edge. She can’t even hear the words Felix says to her as a burning heat she’s never felt before starts in her toes and makes its way straight to her core where it turns into something scalding. A loud and unsuspecting “ah” spills from her lips at the same moment she spills around Yongbok’s fingers, and wrist, and Felix’s lap, and the sheets. Her silent cries turn into heavy pants when her limbs finally give in and she falls onto Felix, both men still using their fingers to help her ride out the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she’s ever had.

“Fuck,” Felix grunts, feeling her release drip off his skin and onto the sheets below them. “If I knew you were gonna make her squirt, I would have had you put a towel down.”

Yongbok pulls his fingers from her, a pathetic sound coming from her, and he spreads his messy fingers gently around her cunt just to hear the sound again. “Didn’t know she’d do that. She said faster, so I gave her faster.”

“I think you did too good of a job.” Felix kisses the side of Evelyn’s head while she continues to catch her breath atop him. “Do you need to stop, baby? I bet you can’t even move right now.”

“M’okay. Wanna still… please. Gentle.”

“We’ll be gentle, sweet girl. Think you can sit up and help us make this work for you?”

"Gimmie… a minute.”

Felix kisses her head again. He looks at Yongbok. “Care to hand me the bottle over there?”

Yongbok gets the bottle of lube and passes it to Felix. “Should I… also use some?”

“Probably. C’mere, baby. Let’s sit you up real quick.”

Evelyn groans as both men help her sit back against Yongbok, allowing Felix to spread lube along his length, wiping the excess carefully around her sex, especially around her entrance. He smiles when she moans from his touch.

Felix takes her into his arms and helps her straddle his waist. “We’re gonna help you sit down on me, okay? You tell us if we need to stop.”

“But you’ll… you’ll fit the same,” she says.

“You’re tired. We don’t want you to hurt yourself. Just take it slow.” Felix lines up at her entrance, his tip pressing into her. “Ease yourself onto me, okay? Yongbok’s got you. I’ve got you.”

The two men help Evelyn sit on Felix’s cock, her head falling back onto Yongbok’s shoulder the deeper he slides in. She pants from the overstimulation, but continues until he’s fully sheathed inside her.

Felix momentarily loses his breath. “God, you feel fucking amazing,” he moans, hands gripping her waist. “Okay, baby. Lie down on my chest. You don’t have to move anymore. We’ll take care of you now. Just relax.”

She gladly settles on him, relishing in Felix’s sweet touches across her back and shoulders. She mutters a soft “I love you” to him with a soft press of her lips to his neck. He chuckles and returns her love just as softly.

“You sure you want us both in the same place, Evie?” Yongbok asks, covering his cock in lube as well. “It’s gonna be tight.”

“S’what I want.”

“It’s what she wants, Yongbbokie. Take it slow and let her tell you when she wants more.”

“Okay.” Like Felix, he presses his tip against her already stuffed entrance and slowly pushes in.

A choked cry falls from her lips. Both men freeze, but she begs for Yongbok to keep going, forcing herself to relax to let him in.

The push is unbearably slow. Yongbok goes in a centimeter and Evelyn has to relax. Another centimeter, another few seconds to breathe and relax. And each bit of Yongbok that gets in presses against Felix’s cock, which makes it harder for him to keep still. Her gorgeous whines and moans in his ear are not making it easier for him, either.

When Yongbok finally fits all of him in, he leans over and kisses all over her back and shoulders. Both men shower her in praises and love while her walls flutter around them, attempting to get used to the intrusion. But soon enough, Evelyn completely relaxes.

“Hm… I could sleep like this,” Evelyn breathes. Her eyes close. “So warm… full.”

Felix chuckles. “Yeah? Do we make you feel that good? You wanna nap with us buried deep in your cunt?”

She stretches between them, all three moaning from the movement. “That’d be so… nice.”

“Maybe next time we’ll stuff you full and let you fall asleep. But I think Yongbbokie has held on for too long for that. You don’t want him to be in pain any longer, right?”

Evelyn looks over her shoulder. “It hurts?”

“I’m okay. It… It doesn’t hurt that badly.”

“It’s a good hurt, baby,” Felix says. “You just feel so good and he’s been inside you twice. Think you’re ready for us to move?”

Nodding, her head falls back onto Felix’s shoulder as she braces herself for what’s coming.

It’s awkward at first trying to find a rhythm that works between them. Evelyn enjoys the movement all the same, but they have to work together not only to please her, but to get them across the threshold. At first they move the same way, but when they almost fall out of her, they alternate their thrust. After a few experimental shifts, they finally get something going that has all three of them feeling good, their cocks rubbing against each other so snugly in her.

“So full…” she moans, her hips twitching.

“Do you… Do you wanna come again?” Yongbok asks, voice breathy even when he straightens up to get better leverage.

“I don’t have to. Just wanna feel you both.”

“You like having your boyfriends use you? Want us to feel good even if you don’t come?”

“Mmhmm.”

Yongbok’s thrusts get a little sloppy, but he keeps up his rhythm, a low whine falling from his lips.

“Sounds like your Bbokie is close,” Felix says. “I’m not, though.”

“S’okay. Come when you want.” She hums when Yongbok’s cock slides a little deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pounding into her harder, trying to reach that depth again.

“Ah, Bbokie… feels… mm, good.”

Felix lifts her head up and pulls her into a fervent kiss. He nips at her lips. “Think about how our cocks are rubbing together as we fuck into you, princess. I bet you find that so hot, don’t you?”

“S-So fucking hot, Lixie.”

He grunts at a hard thrust from Yongbok. “Mm, I like when you call me that. It’s cute, like when you call him Bbokie.”

Evelyn, not quite paying attention to Felix’s words, whimpers and a deep sense of desperation bubbles up in her chest. It brings tears to her eyes. “Wish… Wish you would fill me with your cum. Want it so bad…”

As much as Yongbok wishes he could stop himself, her words throw him over the fictional cliff into the best orgasm he’s ever had. His deep voice disappears in his moans and whines as his hips slow, cum filling the condom.

Felix, on the other hand, stops and waits for Yongbok to come back to Earth before he speaks careful words to the woman now silently weeping against him. “Why’re crying, princess? Did we hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

“W-What… What is it then?” Yongbok, still snug inside her, rubs her back.

“I said it too late.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” Felix holds her head to his chest. “Did you want us to not use protection? We wanted to be safe for you.”

“I know…”

“Tell us what you’re thinking.”

A deep sigh leaves her. “I kinda… like the idea of you… fucking each other’s cum into me.”

Both men cuss.

“But what if you get pregnant?”

“I have both of you to take care of me…”

Yongbok and Felix share a look, both continuing to soothe her with their touch.

“Felix didn’t come yet,” Yongbok offers.

“I want you both.”

“Our greedy baby can’t get enough from me, can you? You wanna make sure you’re good and bred by us both?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“I’m… I’m still hard, so… I could take the condom off and, um, put it back in. There’s cum all over me.”

“Do you like that idea, baby? He can fuck his release back into you before he gets soft.”

“Mm, please. Please, Bbokie.”

“Okay, we’re gonna pull out really quick, and he’s gonna take care of you until I get back. Think you can be a good girl and be patient? It’ll take a few seconds,” Felix explains. “We gotta move fast.”

Yongbok laughs sheepishly. “Actually… talking about getting her pregnant has, um, made me kinda, uh, horny again.”

“Did you hear that? Yongbok likes the idea of fucking a baby into you. Think we can get him to come again? Double our chances?”

Tears still rolling down her face, Evelyn laughs. “Can you do it again, Bbokie?”

“Maybe? But nothing might come out.”

“That’s okay, right, baby? Just as long as we both work together to breed you, yeah?”

Evelyn hums, nodding with bright eyes as she looks back at Yongbok.

Together, the two pull out, grunting with her, and hastily remove their condoms. Yongbok does his best to keep whatever cum he can on him.

“Come sit on me, Evie.” Yongbok taps her side as he takes Felix’s spot, except he sits up, leaning against her headboard.

Felix grins, watching Evelyn clumsily climb onto his lap and sit on his messy cock. Both of the moans they release in tandem bring a chuckle from his chest. “Look at your Bbokie, taking the lead, letting you take his cum while you wait for me. Would you say he’s being good to you?” He takes more lube and covers himself with it, even though he’s sure there will be little resistance.

She rolls her hips, brushing back Yongbok’s messy hair as he gazes up at her watery eyes, lips parted in awe of how pretty she looks. “S-Such a perfect boyfriend,” she gasps, feeling him deep inside her. “You treat me… so well. Wanna-Wanna marry you… have your baby… be with you forever.”

“Ah, Evie,” he groans, pulling her into a heated kiss and whispering that he wants that, too, against her swollen lips.

Felix comes up behind her, hands on her hips since Yongbok’s are busy holding her face. “What a sweet story of best friends to lovers. You’ll be the cutest couple around.”

Evelyn turns her head to look at him, eyes full of lust and need. “Wanna marry you, too, Lixie. Want you both forever.”

“You’ll have us both, sweet girl.” He kisses her. “Ready to do this again? We gotta get back in position so we can fit.”

She nods. “Need you.”

They shift around into the same position as before, but Felix is behind her now, cock drilling into her without the barrier of thin latex. He’s not nearly as careful as Yongbok was, but he still takes it slow more to let her feel every ridge and bump of both their cocks.

“Bbokie, pl-please touch me. Changed my mind... Wanna come again.”

Two of his fingers quickly find her clit despite how close they’re pressed together, and he sets a pace that has her squeezing both of them tightly.

“Fuck, keep squeezing us like that and I’ll fill you up right now,” Felix moans, grabbing her hips to pick up speed.

That time she clenches around them of her own volition. “Please come, Lixie. Fill me up… Breed me.”

Yongbok’s lips attach to her throat before he speaks against her skin. “You talk so dirty to Felix.”

“Mm, I want you to fill me up, too, Bbokie.” She clenches again, feeling that sweet buildup of her orgasm coming so close to bursting. “Are you close?”

“So close,” Felix moans behind her. “Can’t hold out much… longer.”

Yongbok shakes his head. “M’hard, but I don’t think I can come again.”

“S’okay. I asked, ah, for… too much.”

“No, no, you didn’t, love.” He cups her face again and kisses her lips. “Our timing was off. We’ll… We’ll try again next time.”

“You’ll come inside me?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathes at the thought. “I promise.”

“Ah… fuck,” Felix grunts. His thrusts get erratic and sloppy. There's a single breath from when he says he’s coming to when he’s filling her up.

Yongbok’s thrusts intensify to help Felix fuck his cum deeper into her. “Let go, Evie.”

Although he’s still catching his breath, Felix pulls out and brings Evelyn to a sitting position where Yongbok can get better access to her clit while he squeezes and tugs at her breasts to bring her to another orgasm, one that is quieter and sweeter than the others. Felix litters her neck and face in kisses, praising her for how well she did.

“Mm, both… so good… too,” she mutters, nuzzling into Felix’s neck while Yongbok eases himself out of her. “Wish it didn’t have to end.”

Felix laughs. “Baby, you can barely keep your eyes open.”

“I just feel so loved and content.”

“Exactly what we wanted. Let’s go get you cleaned up now. We still have to feed you and continue to take care of you.”

Her gaze falls on Yongbok. “Are you okay, Bbokie? You’re… still hard.”

He smiles. “I”m okay, love. I just need a minute to come down from everything. It’s not every day your best friend asks you to fuck her raw while you’re showing her how much you love her. I’m a little thrown off, but I’ll be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she giggles, a fluttering in her chest at the reminder that they are best friends first.

“Hey, why don’t you two go start a shower while I take care of the sheets? I’ll join you once I’m done,” Felix suggests. It’s different admitting feelings between two friends versus showing those feelings in one of the rawest forms of intimacy, and it’s time for those two to talk, to process everything as a couple. He can sit this one out for now.

“Will you help me, Yongbok? My legs kinda feel like jello.”

“Yeah,” he smiles. Slower than usual, Yongbok climbs off the bed and gently takes her from Felix’s hold, holding her in his arms like he would a princess. “Let’s get washed up.”

“Don’t take too long, Lix,” Evelyn says with a dreamy smile toward the brunette.

“I won’t, princess. I’ll be there soon.”

In the master bathroom, Yongbok helps Evelyn sit on the toilet while he gets the shower going. He blushes and turns away immediately when he goes to move her to the shower and she’s sheepishly looking up at him while she relieves herself. Of course, she reminds him he’s seen everything, so it shouldn’t be as weird anymore for them. But he still keeps her back to him until she mutters that she’s done and he helps her stand to wash her hands before leading her into the warm shower.

“Can you stand on your own now, Evie? Or do you need a little more help?”

“I’m okay.” She gazes up at him with round eyes and a small smile. “Can you hold me for a bit?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.”

Together they stand under the showerhead, arms wrapped around each other to keep them close. A minute of this goes by before Yongbok finally speaks.

“Did you mean what you said out there, or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

Evelyn knows immediately what he’s asking about. She tightens her hold. “Yeah, I meant it. I do want to get married to you. I want to start a family with you, too. If the family happens before the marriage, that’s okay… I just love you a lot. Sorry if it was a lot to take in…”

“Don’t apologize. I want that, too… Whenever it happens.” Yongbok cups her face between his hands. “I love you so much, Evelyn. I’ve loved you for so long.” He kisses her shortly. “I never thought I’d ever get to be with you like this… that I would ever call you my girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“I never thought I’d have the guts to admit my feelings to you. Never in a million years did I think you would see me as more than your best friend. Those guys I watched you go home with? They were all big and muscular, so I just assumed I wasn’t your type.”

“Honestly, Bbokie… it never occurred to me I could be with you,” she admits, caressing his back and hips. “You were my best friend—are my best friend—and I didn’t picture us as more. When Felix told me how you feel... I was shocked because I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of you in that way, and then it was so easy for me to accept that I love you just as much.” She runs her hands over his shoulders and to his biceps where she squeezes them. "I like you for you. Muscles or not."

“I guess our freak accident turned out for the better.”

“Do you think Felix will always be around? It’s been so long since we’ve looked for any answers.”

“He might. I honestly half expected us to merge after all that.”

She giggles. “You mean after having sex?”

“Yeah… like some crazy sci-fi thing or something.”

He is so cute and still her Yongbok. She gazes at him fondly.

“Will you miss him if we find a way to put him back?” he asks.

“Well, yeah. I understand that he is you, but he’s also himself. I love him as Felix and as you. I love two separate people, but I also only love one. I’m sure I’d eventually stop missing him as much because I will still see him in you. But it will be hard to say goodbye.”

“Should we… stop trying to figure out how to fix it, then? Will it make you happier if he sticks around?”

“Does it matter when he’s part of who you are?”

Yongbok responds by kissing her, one hand tangling in her hair and the other gripping her waist. “Your happiness means a million times more than getting that part of myself back.

“Yongbok,” Evelyn sniffles, her heart swelling to a point it could burst. “Make love to me, please.”

His lips part with a sharp inhale, his eyebrows pitching in and up. “But you just… I-I-I don’t know if I… Now?”

“Please. I know we’re both exhausted… and you might not… you know, but… I want to know what it feels like when you alone love me. And I want to love you the same way. Just us.”

Just the two of them. How it would be if he hadn’t walked into that room… if had the courage to say something on his own. The effect is immediate. “You’re not too… sensitive?”

“Doesn’t matter. Are you still hard?”

“I wasn’t really, but now I am. It’s… It’s kinda embarrassing, actually.”

“I think it’s cute and really fucking hot.”

His exhale is shaky. “What if Felix walks in?”

She smiles. “Somehow I think he’ll understand.” Evelyn kisses him with an exaggerated smack of her lips when she pulls away. It makes her giggle. “I love you, Yongbok.”

His heart flutters, knowing that out of all the times she’s told him that, this time means so much more to the both of them. “I love you, too.”

Without words, Evelyn jumps into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, and starts kissing his lips and around his face. She can’t keep her laughter at bay when he returns the favor, pressing her against the cool shower wall—they both chuckle at her shocked gasp—her back arching away until her body heat warms the tile. They kiss, they caress and they share little grunts and hums. They learn about each other differently, without words and without a viewer. It’s only them in that moment.

When Yongbok finally sheathes himself inside her for the fourth time that night, Evelyn unexpectedly starts tearing up. He pauses, hoping she's okay. When he notices the subtle shake of her head and the needy way she kisses along his neck and jawline up to his ear, where he hears every sound she makes amplified, he realizes that they're tears of joy. They’re nothing for him to ease. They’re for him, for what they have.

Yongbok can’t remember what his life was like before he met Evelyn. Frankly, he doesn’t want to think of those years where he didn’t have her beautiful smiling face in his life. And now, as he thrusts so surely into her, listening to her gasps and whines and moans of his name, he doesn’t want to waste the time thinking back. He wants to be in the now, to think of their future as not only best friends, but lovers. When he reaches between them to circle her sensitive and swollen clit and she breathes out his name, he can’t believe he’s so lucky.

He presses his face into her neck, his teeth nibbling on her skin as he moans, feeling that second orgasm he couldn’t reach before creeping up on him the harder she squeezes him. Her airy “please” and professions of affection also push him deeper into that bliss. He hopes he’s doing enough to bring her to another orgasm despite her exhausted body. It didn’t take her long to slump over his shoulder from a lack of strength, but she begged him to keep going. Of course, he’s going to use every ounce of his energy to do just that.

“Bbokie… love you,” Evelyn mutters, suddenly clenching so tightly and then spasming against him, a long drawn-out and shaky moan spilling from her.

It’s the final straw he needs to reach his own peak, a feeling that lasts a few seconds more than what he’s used to. It actually brings some tears to his eyes as he tries not to drop Evelyn.

Yongbok's shaking from his orgasm traps her between the shower wall and himself. Evelyn wants to get out of his hold to let him recover, but his grip is still so tight on her. Instead, she brushes her fingers through his hair until he lets her down. But he doesn’t let her go.

The water isn’t as hot anymore. Both realize the silent tears falling down their faces and try kissing them away. Soon enough, soft laughter spawns between them, changing the atmosphere into something silly.

Felix lies back on Evelyn’s freshly changed bed. His lips turn up, hearing the two giggle in the shower like a couple of teenagers in love. He fully intended to join them once he took care of the sheets, but when he heard the sounds of their lovemaking, he lay down until they finished. It is a time they needed alone, and he is happy to give that to them when they need it.

“It worked then?”

Felix turns his head to see the being that allowed him to become his own person. The man-like entity sits on the edge of the bed in a loose white button up and black slacks, his almost black eyes alight in curiosity as he brushes back his lengthy black hair.

Felix looks at the ceiling. “Yeah. They get it now.”

“Good, good.” The being glances around the room with a smile. “I suppose you want me to put you back in his head now?”

The soft voice of such a powerful creature brings a different smile to Felix’s face. “Actually, I wanna stick around for a little longer. Maybe forever.”

“She’s that special to you?”

“You don’t know that half of it. She loves him. She loves me because I’m him, but she also loves me. I’m not just Yongbok, I’m Felix in her eyes. She didn’t hesitate accepting both of us when she realized her feelings for Yongbok. Now here we are.”

The entity tilts his head, eyes fixated on the door, when Evelyn shrieks and Yongbok laughs, clearly a playful incident between the couple. “Will you not join them?”

“I was about to, but then you showed up. I’m starting to get a little chilly, actually.”

“I suppose putting on clothes was unnecessary?”

Felix shrugs and sits up. “Not really. I’d have to take anything I put on off to shower, plus there’s no reason for modesty after what we just did.”

There’s another shriek, but from Yongbok followed by Evelyn’s cackling.

“You should get in there. Sounds like fun.”

Humming, Felix stands and stretches his already sore muscles. “Yup. I guess I’ll see you when I decide it’s time to go back, huh?” He turns to look at the being, but he’s already gone as if he was never there. “What the fuck? Did I just get Batmanned?”

In the shower, Evelyn massages Yongbok’s scalp, sudsy shampoo all over her hands. She coos over the dreamy daze her fingers put her beloved Yongbok in. She leaves a kiss on his nose that he can’t help smiling about.

The bathroom door opens and Evelyn’s face lights up. Yongbok’s heart warms seeing how her eyes brighten when Felix finally steps into the shower behind her.

“Tight fit,” Felix smirks, hands snaking around Evelyn’s waist. “Sounds like you two had some fun.”

Evelyn helps Yongbok rinse the soap from his hair, her eyes full of stars as she gazes at the blond. “Yeah. It’s a shame you missed out.”

His lips find her neck. “Nah, you two needed time alone.”

She turns in his arms, sighing when Yongbok starts washing her hair. “Thank you, Felix.” She gives him a long kiss. “I hope we can be alone some time in the future, too.”

“Anything you want, princess. I’m at your beck and call.”

“Can I help clean you up, Lixie?”

“You can. Make me as squeaky clean as Yongbok, okay?”

Evelyn giggles, and then Yongbok sticks his finger in her ear. “Bbokie, stop it!”

With some playfulness and laughs, eventually all three are adequately clean and they get out, finally ordering some dinner. It isn’t until they start a movie after when Evelyn finally crashes from the day, snug between Yongbok and the back of the couch. Their heads rest on Felix’s thigh as he remains sitting up. Felix combs through her hair, her face pressed into Yongbok’s chest.

“Thank you.”

Felix glances at Yongbok who’s staring up at him. “For what?”

“For telling her how I feel, for helping her realize her feelings… for giving us time alone earlier.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“No, it’s everything, Felix. I don’t know if I would be so gracious to help you like you’ve done for me.”

“You would. I only know how to be this way because of you, Yongbokkie.”

Evelyn hums and sighs, moving her head to breathe fresh air. Yongbok kisses her forehead.

“You’ll always take care of her, right?”

“Of course. That’s silly to ask, Felix. I expect both of us to take good care of her whenever she needs us.”

“Even if I’m not around like this, will you take care of her?”

Yongbok peers up at him. Felix isn’t looking his way, but at the sleeping woman they both adore. “I’ll always take care of her, Felix. I’ll keep her happy and safe for as long as I’m alive.”

“Good.” Felix looks at him and then smirks. “Just gotta make sure you aren’t in it just for a good fuck.”

“Yah! Of course not! What the fuck?”

Evelyn stirs and pouts. “What’s wrong, Bbokie?”

Felix chuckles. “Go back to sleep, baby. Your Bbokie just got a little heated.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Evelyn’s back in dreamland with a mumble and a deep sigh.

“Why the hell would you ever assume that’s all I want from her?” Yongbok’s voice is a harsh whisper.

“Well, you did think about her a lot when you were—”

“That doesn’t mean I only wanted her to love me back for that! Sure, it’s nice… amazing really, but I always wanted to be her person. I wanted her to get all dreamy-eyed over me and not the beefy bartender down the street. I just wanted her to love me back.”

“I know, mate. You’ve always been head over heels for her. I just have to make sure and tease ya, ya know?”

There’s a brief moment of silence between them.

“You love her, too, right?”

“Yeah.” Felix gazes at her, her hair slipping through his fingers as he continues to brush it. “Yeah, I do. Loved her the moment you conjured me up. Hard not to seeing her through your eyes. Didn’t change when I saw her through my own. Feels like we’ve won the lottery with her.”

Yongbok hums in agreement. “I hope she feels the same about us.”

“You don’t see the way she looks at you. She definitely feels that way about you.”

“What about when she looks at you?”

Felix shrugs. “Well, I am you, so…”

“But you’re also yourself.”

“Then maybe… I’ve only cared that she’s happy with you, Yongbok.”

“I think you make her happy, too. Her entire face lit up when you joined us in the shower.”

A little smile appears on Felix’s face. “I like that I can make her light up the way you do. That feels good.”

Yongbok also smiles, kissing Evelyn’s forehead again.

Both men quietly dote on their sleeping girlfriend while the movie continues in the background. They both hope their tender touches transfer their affection into whatever dreams she’s having because maybe in her dreams she can truly see the vastness of how much they love her.

[bumblesimagines]

Hi! I just wanted to expressed my love for the “Curiousities” fics! I might get it slightly wrong here, but I believe Aegon isn’t inherently a bad person, he seems to me as a rather broken character, I mean we saw it just before (Y/n) and Aegon had sex, where (Y/n) showed him some genuine care and love. I think Aegon feels devoid of any actual purpose, he is a young king limited by the council, and on top of all of that, his brothers hate him, his mother doesn’t really know how to approach him (maybe because of the consequences of being a child-bride, she didn’t develop the emotional capability to be an actual mother), also, the only person he loved, his son, died.

I think the way Aegon clings to (Y/n) is positively enticing, for god sake Aegon actually said “Please” (fucking Aegon, he doesn’t ask for anything, EVER). The way he is *slightly* obsessed with (Y/n) is so fucking delicious to read! He craves that sort of intimacy, where, he doesn’t feel judged and (Y/n) listens to him, not because he is the King, but because he actually cares about Aegon. I mean, to cause such an impact on someone, that they actually chase you, like they need you more then air itself is so SO wonderful to read about (I think we saw that, when Aegon wanted (Y/n) to move to the Red Keep, to me that said, “I need you so much you have to be with me at all times).

A little part of me, perhaps a little more perverted, believes that (Y/n), if he was a little mean spirited, could get ANYTHING, he wants from Aegon (Aegon said it himself, when he referenced the riches and all of that, even the maids tending to (Y/n) pointed it out). I have a feeling Aegon will literally kiss the ground (Y/n) walks on…

Finally, I would like to mention the meeting between Alicent and (Y/n), it seemed to me that they understood each others on a deeper level, I can’t wait to read more about their relationship, they seem like they would make really good friends (also that would be a really badass duo). Perhaps (Y/n) could help her mend the relationship with Aegon and, perhaps this is wishful thinking, I kinda want Aegon to become a better king, because of the love he has for (Y/n).

I am so sorry that this is so long, but I just wanted to let you know that I enjoy these fics so much! I CANT WAIT for the next “Curiousities” fics!

Thank you so much for your time!

Me rn:

There's nothing I LOVE more than reading others opinions or how they interpret my fics! Feel free to send in as many long comments or asks as you wish on any of my works it'll always have me kicking my feet.

On the topic of Aegon, he is definitely a very complex multilayered character and Tom plays him and understands him very well. Aegon isn't a good person but he's not a complete full villain with no good traits and I think die hard Team Black fans tend to ignore what led him to become who he is in favor of bashing the character simply for being the rival of their favs.

He's definitely broken and I think if Alicent had given him more genuine love during his childhood he would've been better. I will never blame Alicent for not being able to properly bond with her children fully when she was not only a child-bride but a victim of SA. She has shown that she does love Aegon but I think their relationship is so complicated because he truly was the first thing that permanently tied her to Viserys. Aegon is very much a product of his environment and the product of not having a support system.

I tried to do his character justice from everything I've seen in the show (and sorta in the book). We know Aegon is sensitive, he drinks and often makes a mess of things, he has an extremely complicated relationship with his mother and a nonexistent one with his father, he's capable of being kind (to the smallfolk and his kids), and even though he might antagonize them or not try to full understand them he also cares for his kids.

Plus!! He didn't want to be king!! He tried to run and begged Aemond to let him go! And now that he's king the very people who forced the crown on his head don't bother trying anymore and dismiss him. Aegon is quite literally all alone. Rhaenyra does have her troubles with her council but her family largely backs her up, Aegon's family primarily roll their eyes or do their own thing.

(Y/N) is literally the only person he can rely on for an emotional connection and for the gentle physical touch he's been craving from everyone around him.

I want to study this man and his amazing sad puppy eyes 😭

[juanarc-thethird]

Recent RWBY Chapter thoughts

I have read many people saying that someone must die in order to return home. And all this happened because Jaune "believes" that Alxy killed Lewis to get out. "Believe" is the key word here. Jaune isn't sure what happened to Lewis, and I don't think the cat is hiding the information. Throughout the show the cat technically has not lied, he only answers what they ask him. Nothing more and nothing less.

I don't think anyone has to die to get out of Ever After. This is what I think happened with Alyx and Lewis. Jaune says that Alyx is a cruel and ruthless person, and that Lewis is the kind and clever one. Alyx poisoned Jaune, thinking that he would help in some way what she saw in the herbalist's smoke. So she left with the cat and her brother. What did she saw? I have some ideas, but that's for later.

So when they get to the tree maybe Alxy and Lewis had a fight, maybe. If this actually happened, the cat would never have mentioned it because Jaune and RWBY didn't ask that question. The point is that somehow or another they did find the way out and may be that Lewis wanted to bring Jaune. But of course this is when he discovers that he was poisoned and the fight started. I don't know exactly how it happen or what happen, but maybe Alyx wanted to kill her brother in a way to keep him quiet once they arrive the real word. But Lewis is clever, somehow or another he was able to stop his sister, but tragically he made her "ascend". But in Lewis eyes, he thought that he killed her, since the cat says that those who are not part of the Ever After cannot ascend.

Then upon returning to his world, Lewis decides to write the story and because of him for not being able to help his friends and his sister. He wrote the adventures of his sister and the others as a way to apologize to them for everything that happened. I wouldn't say he lied, but maybe he wrote what happened this way as a way to heal from this horrible experience.

Now, what happened to Alyx? The cat doesn't remember what happened and as Jaune said, the cat returned to him after a few days. Since the cat is very curious and nothing was happening, he didn't stick around on the tree, and he no longer cared what happened to the siblings. So he returned to Jaune to see if he has something interesting for him. Jaune took this wrong and he thinks the cat is guilty.

Now comes the complicated part. I believe that Alyx did ascend and become the Jabberwalker. You see, from what Jaune told us, he tried to guide them just like the story, but Alyx, being cruel, committed crimes everywhere they went. In all that narration the Jabberwalker was never present. It means that the Jabberwalker appeared later. First clue.

Second, the Jabberwalker is always scares when he has to fight a group. We figure this out when RWBY and Neo and their clones attack him. The Jabberwalker panics and runs away or becomes paralyzed in fear. The Jabberwalkers that attacked afterwards were copies of Neo, so they weren't afraid of RWBY and Jaune. Where am I going with this? Alyx poisoned Jaune because she knew that he is the only one who can stop her, what ever she is trying to do. He is stronger than her, faster than her, bigger than her. So the poison was the only way to get rid of it. The Jabberwalker only attacks people that he knows he can beat. The first time it appeared, Yang was lonely and tired, a good prey for the creature. Same idea, different tactic. Both Alyx and the Jabberwalker ar scared easily.

Third, ascension supposedly helps reborn creatures by taking their memories and transforming them into something better using those memories. Like the King, in the story they say he played Alyx fairly (I think it was Lewis who played the King), but after he was beaten for the first time because of Alyx cheating, he was reborn as a prince and started cheating too. In Alyx's case, she was already evil but using her memories the tree turned her into the Jabberwalker. This was unintentional, since the tree's job is to make creatures better and give them a new role, not make them worse. And since Alyx is pure evil, only more evil can come of this. That's why the tree turned her into something big, strong and fast, and with the desire to end everything in her path.

Fourth, what I think she saw in the smoke. I think she saw herself as a monster. And trying to escape that, she made a lot of bad decisions. In the end, fulfilling what she desperately tried to avoid.

I think there is more to the story that Jaune has not told us and that the cat knows about Alyx. Honestly, it would have been better if the episode had been a little bit more about what Jaune had to go through with Alyx and Lewis. Just to get a better idea of these two siblings. Just to get a better idea of these two characters. I also believe that no one will die. I think Neo might become good, learning what happened to Alyx as a lesson. Or maybe just stop hunting Ruby and maybe do something else. Everyone will get out of there, I hope that Jaune will become young again (The change of his image when he got angry in the reflection gives hope that this may happen), but I think that everyone else in his world will be a little older. I mean, Lewis and Alyx's clothes look kind of old and Jaune met them and ran into Rwby later. Time must pass more slowly in the "Ever After." But like always, this is just my thoughts, I may be wrong.

[kittygamer2888]

If you were to give your Evil Sonic a redemption arc how do you think that would work out? I love thinking about possibilities like this! <3

That's... a really good question, ngl.

I was just thinking about that yesterday--

If a redemption arc were to happen, I'd say that he would probably break down to the point of wearing himself out, making himself vulnerable and weak after consuming all of that Chaos energy, giving Knuckles and the group no choice but to carry him back to their base as he's unconscious along the way. And then after he wakes up to find himself bandaged up but also tied down on a medical bed so he wouldn't escape, Miles steps in and tries to reason with him one final time, but he's met with nothing but outbursts and rage by Maurice due to his bias and showing how his anger blinded him throughout the years to the point where it feels like he's doing this for no reason whatsoever at this rate. This would make Miles finally snap and actually call out Maurice and the things he's done to not just him but also to the world and he himself, which then leads to Miles leaving the room that Maurice was in and slams the door shut in anger as he leaves him in the room for hours.

Maurice would never admit it out loud, but even he knows that, deep down, he doesn't know if what he did was even right at all. After all, he always thought that what he was doing was right because there was no one there to show him what was right or wrong, and considering how all he got was being bullied and picked on for almost half of his childhood years, he made the decision to go against the world instead. He never once acknowledged how Miles genuinely thought the things he did were interesting, even when he was still working for him, all he saw was just an assistant who wanted to join his plans of world domination, not seeing how he actually had someone to be around with and make good memories with each other, like a real friend, maybe even a brother.

Realization would eventually start to hit, and after some complications with him and Knuckles, along with the Resistance, it was only a matter of time before he took in his first baby steps into becoming a better person.

But hey, that's just a possibility. Who knows if this could be cannon or not. Because in my head, i was debating whether if i should take that possible route or keep him as a villain for the rest of the AU, just like how Eggman is still a villain even after the very few and rare moments of him working with Sonic when it came to very dire times.

Fun fact: I was actually planning on showing a doodle of this possibility, but in the form of the part where Spinel breaks down during her fight with Steven in the Steven Universe Movie :P