#( but early relationship baes i had to )

[authorhjk1]

Welcome party

Kang Seulgi X Bae Irene X Male Reader

Stop it already."

You chuckle, making your co-worker's thighs quiver. Your warm breath makes her squirm in her seat.

"I didn't have breakfast."

"But-"

Her voice is interrupted by a deep moan. Your tongue flicks against her clit, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Why can't you eat breakfast like a normal person?"

A long lick along her folds makes her pussy lips glisten with spit and her arousal.

"I'm eating right now."

You dive back into your first meal of the day.

"You're supposed to eat food. Not pussy."

Her thighs press against your head as you suck on her clit. It seems she likes it more than she can admit.

When the two of you joined the company together, four years ago, you both had this sexual tension. It only took you a couple of weeks, before the two of you started to fuck everywhere. The bathroom, on your desk after everyone was gone, on her desk, on your boss's desk, even on set.

But, who could blame you?

With a woman like this?

How could you not?

Well, it all slowly came to a hold about a year ago. The two of you weren't able to see each other often, since you were positioned in different departments. And the minor inconvenience that she had a boyfriend.

But as soon as she broke up with him, she was all over you again. You talked about the good old times. One thing let to another...

And here you are. Kneeling under Bae Irene's desk, devouring her pussy like it's your last day on earth.

"The boss is gonna be here soon."

You don't answer, digging your fingers into the soft skin of her thighs.

The two of you recently started working together, which means you are sitting in the same office. True to the older days, you both came in way too early.

Which exposes the fact that Irene is currently putting up an act. You know that she would never miss out on an opportunity like this.

"So sweet."

You mumble between licks, making Irene cover her mouth with one hand. No one else is here, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Have you always been this good?"

"I've had years of practice, remember?"

All the things you learned about her body seem like muscle memory to you. It has only been two weeks since the two of you got back at it again. And yet, Irene told you that you had sex more often than she had during the whole year, while she was in a relationship.

"That naughty tongue of yours... Fuck!"

Despite being older, Irene loves how you take care of her like this. Her pussy is dripping wet by now, the chair slowly starting to get stained.

"10 more minutes. She is gonna be here by-oh god!"

You interrupt her again. While your hands knead her full thighs, you suck on her clit, letting your tongue flick against it occasionally.

"I don't take that long."

Your cocky response makes Irene grin. She can't see you, but she reaches for your head, pushing your face further into her pussy.

And before your boss comes in, Irene's body freezes in her chair. As if someone pressed the pause button. You can't see her face, but you know her eyes and mouth are wide open. A silent moan leaving her mouth, her back as straight as it can be.

A moment later, she crashes down. Falling into the backrest, her legs quiver and shake.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

With one last sigh, her body calms itself. You have one last lick, making her flinch, before you wipe her juices off your face.

Why would you eat pancakes or bread for breakfast, if you can just feast on this pussy?

"What do you think?"

You sit across the older woman's desk, nodding at her question.

"I think it would be a good idea."

"Of course you do."

You chuckle, while leaning back into the chair.

Because you are working for a small company, your boss is everyone's boss. Around a hundred people are currently part of the production company "Seongwan designs".

You and Irene have been there from the beginning. Naturally, the two of you have the highest positions, after your CEO Miss Kim.

"Are you almost done with editing by now?"

You smile.

"Yeah. It's gonna be a good MV."

Seongwan designs is offering something that not many companies would. Producing music videos for entertainment agencies. It was a risky move at first, but now, you have a lot of projects. Even from the big three.

"I haven't heard the song yet, I'm too busy. Is it good?"

"It's Twice. How can it not be good?"

Miss Kim nods.

"Of course."

She reaches for three slim portfolios.

"These are our new employees. I know you have a lot on your hands. But so do Irene and I. Would you mind?"

"No problem, boss. I will show them around."

"Great. Irene is currently on set?"

"Yes."

"What's her theme for Itzy's new comeback? She hasn't reported it to me, yet."

"It's Christmas themed."

You and Irene have a lot of liberties, but Miss Kim occasionally wants to check in on you. It's her company after all.

You lose your train of thought as you stare at her. You always thought that there is no one who could rival Irene's beauty. And yet...

After pulling yourself together, you introduce yourself, before the three new employees do the same.

Your eyes are glued to her face, when it's finally her turn.

"I'm Kang Seulgi. I will do my best. Please take care of me."

She bows respectfully.

You already catch the man, who just introduced himself, staring at her.

Since you and Irene are not in any kind of relationship, you imagine yourself having some fun with Seulgi after this tour.

The way she looks is incredible. Her long black hair has blue highlights in it, making her look a little more fierce. Her smile makes her look adorable. But her stare? Fuck. She almost looks evil.

Her white crop top is exposing her beautiful midriff and her small waist. Her chest looks just as good.

Her shorts are barely long enough. Her legs are covered by a pair of fishnets and her big, black boots.

The imprint on her shirt and the bear on her waist make her look cute. But the fishnets, shorts and boots make her look dangerous.

The combination is too much for you.

"And this is where we usually eat lunch." You end the tour by showing them the cantina. It's a small one, because a lot of the crew are working on different sets and locations. It's never completely full and looks kinda cozy.

"What a coincidence."

You check your watch.

"It's lunch time."

You chuckle, while pointing behind you.

"Help yourself."

Seulgi smiled at your joke, which makes your heart skip a beat. If you could just have her for lunch...

You shake your head as you turn around to follow them.

While you wait in line, you get a call from Irene.

"Grabbing lunch?"

"Yeah."

"What's on the menu?"

"Tteokbokki."

"Oh, damn. Can you save me some?"

"Sure. See you."

You hang up as it's your time to order. Having worked with her for four years, you know exactly what side dishes she likes to eat.

"Two servings please."

Once you got the food, you blindly follow the one in front of you. Seulgi. It wasn't even intentional. And yet you find yourself sitting next to her, at the table with the two new guys. You catch both of their uneasy eyes.

"Relax, guys. While we are in this room, I'm not your boss. Eat up."

You watch them reaching for their chopsticks.

"For how long have you been here, sir?"

You glance at Seulgi, before reaching for your own.

"Four years. Right from the beginning."

"Wow. You must know a lot about producing."

"There is always more to learn."

You are a very humble person, despite being the second most important person in the company. Well, if you don't count Irene.

Speaking of the devil, you see her entering the cantina. You weren't able to "catch up" with her this morning. You regret it even more, when you see what she is wearing.

If you would have declined to show the new ones around yesterday, you would know what Irene is wearing underneath that dress of hers. But you are sure you're going to find out soon enough.

"Pabo."

"Idiot."

You great each other as usual, before she takes one of the plates off your tray. The food does look delicious and you can't wait. You were nice enough to wait for her.

"How is it going with Itzy?"

Despite looking at Irene, you can almost feel Seulgi's eyes widen. You've gotten to know her better over the last hours. She seems to be a pretty gentle and curious person.

"We are managing."

"That sounds like a delay."

You wait for Irene to finish chewing on the rice cake in her mouth.

"No shit, Sherlock. We had to do the group dance scene like a thousand times."

You are used to her bickering, after all, you are not the one she is mad at.

"But you got it now?"

"Yeah. But we are behind on schedule."

It's silent for a moment as you and Irene eat your food.

"M-May I ask a question?"

You turn to Seulgi.

"Sure. What is it?"

Your reassuring smile gives her confidence.

"Why is it so bad, if you can't keep the schedule? It's not your fault, right? Shouldn't their company deal with it?"

"You are way to naive."

Irene dismisses her by waving her hand, before reaching for the glass of water in front of her. You decide to explain further.

"You might think so, Seulgi. But their company doesn't. They usually have a release date set already. And if we don't meet their expectations, it's our fault. It doesn't matter, if their idols mess up."

"I see."

Seulgi nods, before returning to her food.

You give Irene a quiet glare, to not let her frustration out on the new employees.

The older woman glares back at you.

"Stop looking and eat."

You roll your eyes.

Irene quickly uses her chopsticks to steal your boiled egg.

"Hey."

She grins at you, before putting it into her mouth.

"Please. You can have mine, sir."

You see Seulgi's egg in between her chopsticks.

"It's alright, Seulgi. Thank you though."

"Please, I insist."

You nod awkwardly, letting her put her egg into your bowl.

If you would've looked up, you would have seen Irene's disapproving glare.

Yes, the two of you aren't in a relationship. But she can't help but feel weird by the way Seulgi treats you. She is the one you are supposed to fuck after all.

Making sure you know that as well, Irene moves her foot underneath the table.

You look at her as you feel her shoe rub against your crotch.

"I want you so bad right now."

Irene captures your lips with hers.

"You are some needy slut, you know that?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

The two of you stumble into the bathroom.

Since it's right next to your office, you both work in one room, there aren't many people who use it. Irene's reputation of being a little cold keeps them away. Which makes the bathroom a great place for eating your dessert.

Irene's warm lips taste like the Tteokbokki she just ate. Her tongue explores your mouth, searching for your own.

You feel her hand undoing your belt as your right one sneaks around her waist.

"Praise me."

She mumbles into your mouth as your pants drop to the floor.

"You're so fucking hot."

You say between breaths, before kissing her again.

"I love how small your waist is."

Emphasizing your point, you place your second hand on it as well.

"More."

Irene sighs as she takes off your boxers.

"Your pussy is the tightest I've ever had."

You make her moan by kissing her neck.

"Your skin is soft and tasty."

You just say whatever comes to mind.

Irene is stroking your cock, while the two of you keep making out.

"I love how your thighs wrap around my head, when I eat you out."

Irene moans, remembering yesterdays morning.

"Tell me how good I suck your cock."

She bites your lip as she strokes your cock, making it hard.

"I think you need to show me first."

Irene pulls away, a naughty grin on her face.

She drops to her knees, your cock right in front of her.

"How can I resist?"

She licks your shaft, closing her eyes.

"That cock of yours."

She sighs, almost to herself. You could think she starved for days by the way she starts to give you head.

Her lips wrap tightly around your tip, before Irene bobs her head up and down. Her tongue is pressed against the underside of your cock, playing with your tip, whenever she pulls away.

"You are amazing."

You feel her smile around your cock.

Irene let's her lips glide along the length of your shaft a couple times more.

"This tastes so good."

She kisses around your tip, before licking up your precum.

"I might get addicted."

True to her words, her blowjob increases in pace once more.

Irene places her hands on your thighs, ready to face fuck herself onto your cock. You reach out to put her hair behind her ears.

Gag after gag escapes her mouth as Irene starts to go up and down your shaft with an incredible pace. You don't know why she is so aggressive today, but you love it.

It only takes a short amount of time for her mouth to make you weak. You weren't lying when you told her she is amazing. She really is good at this.

You can't believe her makeup is still intact as she uses her mouth to pleasure you. Irene becomes sloppier by the second. Some of her spit is already staining the tiles she is kneeling on.

"Fuck. You are so good at giving head."

You sigh as Irene just won't stop devouring your cock.

"I-I want to fuck you."

Her work makes you stutter already. But only those words can make her stop.

You haven't fucked her since yesterday. That's a long time already. You finally want to feel her pussy again.

Irene let's your spit covered cock fall out of her mouth.

"Make me scream."

That's all she says before you pull her up.

For the hundredths time since you two work together, you bend Irene over the sink. That position alone makes her short dress ride high enough to expose her cheeks.

"How could you wear something like this? People could think this is actually see through."

You reach underneath her dress to knead her right cheek.

"Don't talk. Just give it to me."

You reach for her center, ready to slide her underwear down her creamy legs, but you instead touch her naked pussy.

"You really are a slut."

Irene rises her head to look at you through the mirror.

"I'm not. You are the only guy I fuck."

You raise an eyebrow. You don't have anything exclusive going on and you expected Irene to be able to fuck anyone she wants.

"I only dress like this so you can give me a good pounding whenever I need one."

You grin, knowing what she means. You see Irene's naked body pretty much everyday. There is nothing the two of you haven't done with each other yet.

With your wet dick in your hand, you push inside Irene's tight snatch. Her own saliva is lubricating your cock enough for now.

"Oh gosh. This never gets old."

She sighs as you push further. Your cock slowly fills up her pussy. It's unbelievable how tight Irene is. For a moment, you wonder if your new co-worker is just as tight...

Irene's moan brings you back to reality, when you bottom out inside of her.

"Fuck, that's it."

She sighs in disappointment.

"I wish we had more time, but I only have a couple of minutes."

She locks eyes with you through the mirror.

"Fuck the stress out of me. Hurry up."

You gladly start to fulfill her request.

Deep and hard thrusts push Irene's hips into the sink. Her hands hold onto the edges, her knuckles slowly start to turn white.

"Yes!"

She hisses through her teeth, enjoying how deep you are inside of her.

As you continue to fuck her, you start to increase your pace. As you fuck the stress out of her, Irene's hair starts to become a mess in her face. Her volume increases. The sound of your hips meeting her cheeks echo through the bathroom.

"Fuck me harder!"

Her tight pussy makes it difficult to last very long. You feel her flexing her muscles, trying to make you cum as fast as possible.

Your hands glide from her waist towards her shoulders. After brushing her hair away, you take hold of them, using your grip to pull Irene's full body against you.

"Oh gosh!"

Irene loses her grip on the sink, reaching behind her to hold onto both of your arms. Taking a step forward, you are almost lying her onto the sink, her face mere inches away from the mirror.

You see mist form on the glass surface as moan after moan escapes her mouth. Keeping your pace, you feel her getting closer.

You know all the signs by now. The way she furrows her eyebrows, the way she bites her lip, the way her moans sound. They all tell you that Irene can't keep this up for much longer.

"Fuck!"

Her hair keeps swinging wildly in front of her face as you take her from behind. How often did the two of you do this? Right here? Probably at least five times in the last two weeks.

"Make me cum! Hurry up!"

You almost have to chuckle. How is she still able to worry about her schedule? Pressing your lips together, you use more force to thrust into her.

By now, Irene's head shakes uncontrollably with ever push and pull.

"Fuck!"

If she is still able to scream, you aren't fucking her hard enough.

It only takes a couple more of your powerful thrusts, until you can finally convince her body to climax.

As always, Irene seems to be frozen. Her mouth hangs open, her glassy eyes stare at you through the mirror.

A moment later, her knees buckle, a deep moan escapes her lips, and Irene almost falls to the ground.

You keep her standing, letting her stay in this position, bend over the sink.

"I'm close, too."

She smiles to herself, slowly getting on her knees.

You watch as she starts to take your shaft into her mouth again. Her mouth replaces her pussy, sucking her own juices off your cock.

"Fuck, Irene."

You groan, feeling your orgasm approaching. The combination of her pussy and mouth is something no one can resist. Not even you. Eve though this is almost an everyday occurrence.

You cup Irene's right cheek with your hand as she looks up at you. She does look a little more relaxed, although you expect her to call you tonight. The rest of her day is going to be stressful as well.

The thought of fucking her again and the way Irene's tongue swirls around your tip, finally makes you cum.

"You are so good at that."

You are barely able to mumble those words, before you unload inside her mouth.

Irene hums in satisfaction, waiting for you to finish. Once your eyes are focused again, you watch her gulp down your cum.

"You are turning me into an addict, you know?"

You laugh as you help her up.

"Cum is good for your health. That's a scientific fact."

Irene chuckles as you pull your pants back up.

"I call you."

With that, your co-worker is gone.

You scratch your head as you go over the documents and scripts. Something is missing. Where did you put the script for the next dance video? You sigh in frustration, sometimes you hate that you can be messy. You definitely put it on your desk earlier. Right?

You get up, looking around the office. Or is it in of the shelves?

You start to go through them, looking for Twice's dance video script. It's supposed to be released together with the MV. The shooting for the music video is done, but you have to start with filming the dance video. The girls are coming over tomorrow.

Or maybe one of the stylists took it to prepare their outfits? You hate it, when people just take your stuff.

"Bloody hell."

You grumble as you walk out of your office.

Reaching the floor beneath yours, you look around the big room. Around thirty desks. Half of them are occupied, all of them have at least one shelf standing behind them. You groan internally. You still have to finish editing.

As your eyes wander through the room, they get caught up on the person who is sitting a few meters away. Maybe she can help you find it.

You asked Seulgi to go through some old footage after lunch, hoping she could gather some useful information for future projects and maybe even learn something.

"Seulgi."

You call her, while walking towards her desk.

Her eyes seem to be glued to the screen, her complete being indifferent to everything that's going on around her. Including you.

"Seulgi?"

You are only a few steps away. You see that she has taken some notes on a piece of paper, but the pen is lying on the desk now. She is biting her nail. It looks like she is watching something way too interesting.

"Kang Seulgi."

She almost falls out of her chair, when you call her name. Standing right beside her, you see how her cheeks flush red.

A look at her monitor makes you swallow hard. She must have taken the wrong video tape out of the material room. Miss Kim keeps the old tapes on the right side. And the security footage on the left. Seulgi seems to have picked up the wrong kind of video.

A video of you to be exact. Well, you aren't the only one in it. The other person is actually sitting on your lap. You see yourself in your own chair, your pants around your ankles.

No other than Bae Irene is riding your cock like crazy, her hips slamming down onto you.

You curse Miss Kim for unnecessarily keeping all of the old security footage.

You look at Seulgi. Her eyes are wide open in shock. Her innocent face is red with either shame or arousal. You are not sure yet.

Glancing at the monitor again, you see the time stamp. Seulgi must have watched this for at least half an hour by now.

"Come."

You turn the video and monitor off, before walking away. Not turning around, you hear Seulgi's hurried footsteps. The two of you pass by the cantina, follow two different hallways, until you find yourself in the underground parking lot.

Finally turning around, you see Seulgi standing there. Her fingers are intertwined in front of her as she looks down, a coy look on her face.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I must have picked the wrong one."

"And you only figured this out thirty minutes in?"

"N-No. I-"

"Did you like watching it?"

You see Seulgi bite her lip, but she shakes her head.

"I was just about to turn it off, sir."

You take a step closer. Her vanilla sent was covered by the smell of food during lunch, but you can now freely enjoy her smell.

"You only watched, right?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Then what is that?"

You point at the center of Seulgi's shorts.

She gasps, before covering it with both hands, without even looking down.

There is nothing there. But it confirms your assumption. If Seulgi did more than just watch...

"I spilled some water earlier. It was a mistake."

Seulgi bows.

"It's alright."

You put your hands in the pockets of your pants, which seems to relax her a little. Looking around, you confirm that there aren't any cameras around.

"Take them off."

"What?"

Seulgi looks at you. Completely bamboozled.

"Take off your shorts."

"But-"

Your eyes meet and Seulgi can't do anything but nod.

You watch as she starts to undo her belt, before opening the buttons. She looks down, trying to avoid eye contact.

Her waist looks even smaller as Seulgi pulls down her shorts. You see that her black panties are darker in the front.

"What do you think about me, fucking Irene?"

As you ask her, you let a finger slide behind her waistband.

Seulgi's breath hitches. She looks down at what you are doing, until she finally answers.

"I-I liked it."

"What did you like?"

Your finger glides along the smooth skin right above her snatch.

"I liked h-how often you made her cum."

Your finger reaches her clit, when she says the last word.

"Are you prepared to cum right here?"

Seulgi opens her mouth to protest, but you circle around her clit. A moan comes out instead, which makes her cover her mouth immediately.

"Don't be shy. No one is here."

You take her hand off her mouth with your own.

"I've seen how you looked at me today. I'm not surprised."

Seulgi looks away, unable to admit that she was actually checking you out.

"I've meet more than enough girls like you."

Your hand moves a little lower, your finger slowly parting her lips. You feel Seulgi's wetness slowly coating your finger.

"You all think it's fun to seduce your boss, until he makes you his sex toy."

You slip your finger inside her as you say the last word.

Seulgi's wide open eyes look up at you. Her cheeks are still red, now definitely because of arousal.

"Then, you all want to stop. Because you think so highly of yourself."

You move your finger slowly. In and out.

Her body is reacting to your touch. Your other hand is now reaching for her top, your palm slightly presses against her right chest.

"You think, you could have any man you want, don't you?"

Seulgi is unable to speak. She never expected you to dominate her like this. She feels dirty, but good. Your finger makes her rub her thighs together.

"Do you want the truth?"

You wait a couple of moments, your finger moving in and out, until Seulgi nods.

"A woman like you is only good for one thing. Her body."

You inch closer, kissing her neck. Your warm breath gives her goosebumps. She doesn't step back, her feet feel like they are glued to the ground.

"You can't have any man you want. You can only have one man. One man, whom you belong to."

Irene wasn't the first woman you slept with, so you have enough experience to judge Seulgi's character. Although she acted modest, her outfit was definitely not. She visibly liked the attention from your co-workers. And yet, she gave you her egg during lunch. She couldn't keep her eyes off you.

You expected her to be innocent on the outside, while she is dirty and slutty on the inside. Your judgment finally turns out to be true.

Seulgi still doesn't talk back to you. She only moans quietly, her thighs rubbing against each other.

"That means, I can use you however I see fit."

You knead her breasts over her top, making Seulgi gasp.

"When, where and how."

To emphasize your point, you insert a second finger into her needy cunt.

"Do we understand each other?"

Seulgi sighs heavily as she feels both of your fingers move inside of her.

You are not very dominant with Irene, partially because she is quite dominant herself. But you like to be in charge. Just like this. Since you can't really do that with Irene, Seulgi will have to suffice.

"Answer me."

She finally nods. The young woman finally admits to her slutty side. She knows that this is how it should be.

"I will count down from ten now."

You start increasing your pace, after curling your fingers upwards inside of her.

"If you cum too early or too late, there are gonna be consequences."

You don't even have to ask if she understood anymore. Seulgi is already nodding, pressing her lips together.

"10"

Seulgi holds onto your arm, trying to stand upright.

"9"

Your other hand is still playing with her chest above her top, switching from left to right.

"8"

A cute whimper escapes Seulgi's mouth.

"7"

Your move your fingers inside of her, feeling how wet she is becoming.

"6"

Seulgi is moaning freely by now. She has stopped caring, only enjoying the pleasure that radiates from her center.

"5"

Her hips buck forward, her body starting to get out of control.

"4"

Seulgi is trying her best to make herself cum by thinking about what she watched. She wishes she could be the one, bouncing in your lap.

"3"

She imagines how big your cock must be, the camera didn't have a good angle. Irene was always blocking the view.

"2"

Seulgi feels her body heating up, her cheeks are flushed red. Her eyes are closed as she whimpers loudly.

"1"

She feels how you cup her breasts as you finger her. Both sensations make her stumble towards the edge.

"Cum."

"Oh goooood!"

Seulgi moans loudly as she shakes, her pussy contracting around your fingers.

Her orgasm is quite different from Irene's. While the older woman feezes, Seulgi moans and shakes, cuming wildly on your fingers.

"Holy-"

You shut her up by kissing her, finally tasting those lips that look so inviting.

Seulgi is barely able to react as her body moves on its own.

You lick your fingers as if you just ate something sticky. Seulgi's pussy juices definitely are delicious.

Entering your office, you see Irene sitting in her chair.

"Back already?"

She turns around.

"Yeah. Where were you? One of the stylists came by to return your script. It's on your desk."

Your mood is too good to be annoyed that someone took your stuff without asking.

"Tanks."

You walk past her to get to your own chair.

"Am I actually going to see you tonight, or are you gonna ditch me again?"

You raise and eyebrow at Irene's question.

"I know you are an workaholic. Especially while editing."

You roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, I will be there tonight."

Irene nods.

She suddenly stands up to look at you above her monitor.

"Or are you getting tired of me?"

The sudden change in her voice makes you shake your head. As if Irene is suddenly sad.

"Of course I'm not. How could I grow tired of a woman like you?"

Irene gives you a weak smile.

"Well, I'm not getting any younger."

You chuckle.

"Neither do I. But you are still one of the hottest women I've ever seen."

She looks around the room, clearly not knowing how to respond.

"Well, thank you."

You see her fidgeting with a piece of paper.

"Is it about what we are doing then? Has the sex with me become too boring?"

You shake your head.

"Maybe we should switch it up a little."

You lean back in your chair, raising an eyebrow.

"How?"

Irene shrugs her shoulders.

"What haven't we done so far?"

You think about it for a while.

"I think we are just missing something new."

You look up, when you hear Irene break the silence.

"You use all my holes on a regular basis. I make you cum, you make me cum. We tried domination and everything."

You remember how it felt, being tied up to the chair in her apartment. Irene didn't hold back that night. She did everything she wanted with you, without you being able to resist.

"We did it in public, here, and on set."

She continues on with her list.

"We used toys and all. What are we missing?"

"Wy don't you google it?"

You ask jokingly.

To your surprise, Irene sits back down.

"Good idea."

You chuckle. You've known her for four years and she keeps surprising you.

"I did some research."

You look down at Irene. Her head is resting on your naked chest. You play with her hair as the two of your recover from your recent activities.

"And?"

Irene shuffles around a little, putting one of her legs over yours. She can feel the cream pie you left in her ass, slowly oozing out. Her ass is still sore, which makes it a little uncomfortable.

"There is some stuff we didn't try yet."

"I'm listening."

"We never did something with like... other people, you know?"

"Other people?"

You wonder if you would be able to share Irene. Of course she is beautiful enough for two guys. But you don't know how you would feel, fucking her together with someone else. It already felt weird, knowing that she slept with her boyfriend, while they were together.

"You mean, you want two guys to fuck you?"

You feel Irene's hand glide over your abs as she paints lazy circles with her fingers.

"Not necessarily. Although it could be nice."

It dawns on you a moment later.

"Another woman?"

Irene hits you.

"Don't sound too excited."

You chuckle, patting her head.

"Are you sure?"

Irene nods.

"Why not? It's not like I'm not gonna get anything out of it."

"Do you have someone in mind?"

You wait for Irene to think about it.

"A certain co-worker comes to mind."

You feel your cock harden, thinking about Seulgi.

"Who?"

You pretend to be oblivious.

"Seulgi. The one who keeps drooling while looking at you."

"Don't exaggerate."

"I'm not."

She raises her head and turns it towards you.

"I heard her, when I left work. She was in the bathroom downstairs, getting herself off by thinking about you."

You laugh.

"I'm serious. I didn't even have to go inside. I was able to hear her moan your name as I walked by."

"Can't blame her."

Irene sighs in annoyance.

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

You lie your hand back on her head, making Irene lie down on your chest again.

"So, how do you want to approach her? Just ask?"

She shakes her head.

"I think it's not that easy."

You think about how you fingered Seulgi in the parking lot. It kinda was.

"We should come up with a good strategy."

The two of you think about it for a while.

Two days later

You stop your car, taking a look at the cozy hotel. It has old-fashioned Korean style.

After getting out and walking closer, you see Irene coming out from the front door.

"You are late."

"Work."

You simply reply, before the two of you walk towards the entrance.

"Is Seulgi already here?"

"Yeah."

The two of you told Seulgi that the whole company is gonna throw a welcome party for the new co-workers. Of course, Seulgi wanted to come and even asked if you would be there as well.

You are now seeing her walking towards the two of you.

"Hi, sir."

"Hello, Seulgi."

You greet her.

The two of them wear big boots, which doesn't get past you unnoticed.

"Look at that dress of hers."

Irene whispers as Seulgi walks in front of you two.

"I bet she is hoping she is gonna get lucky tonight."

"Let's make sure we even surpass her expectations."

"It seems like they are all running late."

Irene says as the three of you "wait" for the others.

You are all sitting in a small room around the table on the ground. Seulgi is sitting next to you, while Irene sits across from you.

You like how she is dressed. She left her white fur coat behind and is now wearing a white top, that shows off her shoulders. Her brown skirt is partially see through. The tie at the front is practically begging you to pull on it. The combination of the skirt and her black, knee high boots makes her legs look longer than usual.

Seulgi lost her down jacket as well. She is definitely wearing this blue, skin tight dress on purpose. Because she is sitting cross-legged, the hem has moved up her thighs. You only have to glance down to get a glimpse at her white panties.

You place a hand on Seulgi's naked thigh. She shivers at your touch, her panties slowly becoming damp. Your hand slowly moves up and down her thigh, occasionally moving the hem of her dress up even further.

Irene starts a conversation with Seulgi. The latter is unable to respond properly.

"Are you alright?"

Irene "notices" that Seulgi is acting a little awkward.

"I-I'm fine."

She manages to say, closing her mouth quickly, before a moan escapes.

The two continue their conversation, while you begin to rub Seulgi's pussy through her panties. They slowly start to become transparent due to her juices.

Irene pretends to be oblivious to Seulgi's moans. The younger woman isn't able to keep quiet anymore.

After you and Irene decided to make Seulgi the lucky girl who gets to sleep with the two of you, you came up with a plan on how to seduce her.

"If you go to the bathroom now and record a video of you fingering yourself, I'm gonna fuck you tonight."

You stop moving your hand as you speak through your teeth, making Seulgi think that Irene is still in the dark.

Seulgi sighs at the lack of your touch, before hurriedly excusing herself.

The two of you watch your new co-worker rush to the bathroom.

"I wanna see how she looks when she cums."

You chuckle at Irene's words.

Pulling out your phone, you see that Seulgi is video calling you. You pick up and position the phone, so that you and Irene can watch, without Seulgi knowing.

You hear her moan and mewl. She has already gotten rid of her panties and is now sitting on the closed lit of a toilet.

Her fingers move in and out of her pussy, making her juices drip down her thighs.

"What do you think about making her beg for it?"

"What do you mean?"

The two of you watch Seulgi.

"We planned on you fucking her and me coming in. Why don't we switch that up?"

"Sure. When do you want to-"

"I don't want to do it upstairs."

Irene gives you a knowing look as you feel her hand rest on your crotch.

You place your phone on the table as you see Irene crawl towards you. She starts to unbutton your pants to the sounds of Seulgi fingering herself in the bathroom.

Her cute moans seem to turn on Irene just as much as they turn you on. The older woman's head is already resting above your cock. She can be quite quick to get rid off your pants, when she wants to.

Her lips feel as good as they always do as she wraps them around your tip. You caress her naked shoulders, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Judging by the volume of Seulgi's moans, you can confidently say that she is close to orgasm. You hear her saying your name once in a while. It makes you push Irene's head further down. She hums, acknowledging your need for more pleasure.

While you enjoy Irene's blowjob, you hear Seulgi finally reaching her orgasm. With a shriek, she cums all over her fingers, almost dropping her phone. Her legs quiver and her chest is moving up and down at a very quick pace.

It almost has the same rhythm as Irene's head as she keeps sucking you off.

"Seulgi is done."

You inform Irene, waiting for her decision on what to do next.

She straddles your lap, slightly lifting her skirt in the process. She shows off her lack of underwear, grinning proudly.

"Fuck me."

She slowly lowers herself onto your cock.

You groan as you penetrate her pussy, gliding inside her entrance.

You fucked Irene in the bathroom just this morning. And yet, here you are again, feeling her weight on your lap as she sinks down to take in all of your cock.

You start to pepper her naked shoulders with kisses as Irene slowly begins to ride you. It's more sensual than usual. Instead of bouncing up and down, she circles her hips on top of you.

When Seulgi slides the door open, her eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets. She can't believe what she is seeing, her mouth wide open.

You are still sitting next to the table, your back now turned towards her. Irene is sitting in your lap, grinding against you, while rotating her hips. Seulgi sees that your pants are gone.

"Hello, there."

Irene greets her as if she just came in for work in the morning.

"W-What-"

Seulgi is unable to process what is going on.

Irene wants to say something, but your cock grazes her g-spot in that moment. A moan comes out of her opened lips.

Seulgi is still standing in place. She is too shocked to stay or to leave. She doesn't know what she is supposed to do. The two of you look so fucking hot. But you are still her boss...

"You want his dick so bad, don't you?"

Irene starts to speak up, her tone dripping with lust.

"You can't though. This is all mine."

She locks eyes with Seulgi, while grabbing a fistful of your hair. She makes you lick her shoulders, while she keeps moving on top of you. You are more than happy to taste that porcelain like skin of hers.

Seulgi mumbles inaudible words.

"W-What? H-How?"

"Tell me how bad you want him to rail you. Maybe I will give you a chance."

Seulgi is still standing in the door, completely bamboozled.

What is she supposed to do?

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight."

You can't help but groan. You don't even do it to lure Seulgi in. It's just a fact.

"Your cock is just so big. It splits me open."

Irene moans. You don't know if she is exaggerating, but you think she told you this a couple of times already.

Seulgi can't help but let her hand slide over her dress. Because it's so tight, she doesn't even need to lift it to rub over her clit.

"You are such a slut, Kang Seulgi."

Irene mocks her as she keeps grinding on your cock.

"Wearing that slutty dress, thinking (y/n) would fuck you."

She let's out an evil laugh.

"You don't get any of his cock, until you beg for it. Like a good little whore."

Seulgi has been thinking about this, since you made her cum two days ago. Is she really this kind of woman? What would her parents say to all this? She only met you two days ago. But her bosses are now asking her to beg. Is this really where she wants to work? Shouldn't she just quit? Isn't this sexual harassment?

But for some reason, her snatch still responds. As if Seulgi's body needs this. She knows it's wrong and yet, she finds herself kneeling on the wooden floor.

"Please, let me have some cock, sir. Please."

Seulgi whines, hoping to convince you quickly.

Maybe this kind of work environment wouldn't be so bad. Getting fucked by her boss on a daily basis? Seulgi can't say no to that.

You turn your head, seeing Seulgi kneel on the floor. Her hands are rubbing her naked thighs. She is obviously desperate, despite just cuming in the bathroom. She is hesitant to touch herself, not sure if Irene would scold her for it.

Irene let's out another moan, slowly starting to go up and down on your cock instead of just grinding her hips.

"I knew you are slut."

She takes your glass and spills the contents onto the wooden surface of the table.

"Clean that up. Maybe you are lucky."

Her empty promises make Seulgi hesitate. Her boss is making her clean up the table, just so she can sleep with you?

"Use your tongue, cutie."

For a moment, Seulgi is disgusted. She would never clean the table with her tongue. But the way Irene calls her cutie, makes Seulgi feel something different. Similar to what she feels when you order her around, but not quite the same.

She finally crawls forward, kneeling right behind you. Irene takes her hand off your shoulder, holding Seulgi's chin in her hand.

"You would do anything for you boss's cock, wouldn't you?"

A glance at your face makes Seulgi nod. If she could be the one in your lap...

Irene pushes her head downwards. Seulgi sticks out her tongue, feeling the numbing taste of the alcohol. Why do you have to drink whiskey? Seulgi hates it's taste. And yet, it makes you even more attractive in her eyes.

She now closes them, trying her hardest not to flinch as she laps up the brown liquid.

At the same time, Irene keeps riding your cock. She is visibly turned on by ordering Seulgi around. Her pussy feels wetter than usual. And tighter. The view of her naked shoulders make her look extremely sexy. You can sometimes see a hint of her pussy, sliding down the length of your cock, through her skirt.

Looking to the side, you have to gulp as you see Seulgi, almost bend over the table. Her ass looks so good in that dress. The white lace hem is slowly riding up her thighs and you are able to see a glimpse of her soaked panties. They are practically see through by now.

The view is almost too much for you. Adding Irene's constant riding to it, slowly starts to overwhelm you.

You can't help but place a hand on Seulgi's ass. You knead her cheeks through the blue fabric, enjoying their fullness. She moans into the table as she is about to finish cleaning.

"Spank the shit out of her."

Irene whispers into your ear.

By now, it takes a lot of willpower to raise your hand. Your body urges you on to just get a hold of Irene's hips and make her go faster. It's screams for release, but you manage to hold back.

A loud shriek echoes through the room, when your hand meets Seulgi's right butt cheek. She never expected to be spanked. It's more out of shock than pain, but she shrieks yet again, when you hit her left cheek.

"Take daddy's spanking, baby girl."

Irene moans in Seulgi's direction, before letting her head roll back. It exposes her beautiful throat. You start to kiss that spot, slightly pressing against it.

Without even looking, you give Seulgi another set of spanks. She moans loudly.

"Please more, daddy. Spank me so much, until you are satisfied. Just please, let me have your cock."

You are surprised that Seulgi is calling you daddy, without Irene having to tell her to do so.

Even Seulgi doesn't know what has come over her. The pain in her ass cheeks makes her pussy wet.

"More begging."

You feel Irene slowly coming to an hold. She knows your body we'll enough to not make you trip over the edge. She slowly starts to get off you, her slick pussy leaving your cock drenched with her juices.

"Now that your tongue is warmed up, you can eat my pussy. I will let you have some cock afterwards."

You and Seulgi both notice that Irene left out the word maybe. The younger woman nods eagerly. Is this her final task?

The two of you watch Irene, quickly getting rid off the last two glasses and the small plate of egg rolls. She sits down on the edge of the table, right in front of Seulgi's face.

You scoot back, the room is a little small. Seulgi dives underneath Irene's skirt, aiming her tongue at her pussy. For a while, you are just content with watching.

Irene combs through Seulgi's hair as she eats her out. You hear the noises the younger woman makes and Irene's moans.

Your gaze lands on Seulgi's ass. That dress of hers just looks so good on her.

You can't hold back anymore.

Kneeling down behind Seulgi, you hike up her dress. A little is already enough for you to see her full ass. Sliding her panties to the side, you start to eat her out.

Seulgi's pussy tastes delicious. A little different from Irene, but still delicious.

You make her moan into Irene's cunt, which makes the older woman moan in return.

Their lewd sounds fill the room as you pleasure Seulgi and she pleasures Irene.

After having climaxed just a couple of minutes ago, Seulgi's pussy is still sensitive. You can feel it by the way she keeps grinding against your face. She is desperate and needy.

It takes you little effort to make her orgasm. Years of experience with Irene make it easy for you to know how to eat out Seulgi properly.

"Daddy!"

Seulgi's loud moan is muffled by Irene's pussy as she cums on your face. Her legs shiver and her back starts sagging.

When you finally get back up, your eyes meet Irene's. Without words, you are able to tell her that you can't hold yourself back much longer. She nods in understanding.

"Are you ready to be daddy's office slut, baby?"

Seulgi nods, her face buried inside Irene's snatch.

"Tell me how often you want him to fuck you."

Seulgi lifts her head to look at Irene.

"Everyday, please. I don't care where, or who watches. I just need that cock."

You are surprised at Seulgi's cravings. She has never even seen your cock in real life. Only on the tape from security. How did Irene make her so desperate?

"In the morning, during lunch, after work. I don't care as long as he fucks me, please."

Seulgi turns her head to look at you over her shoulder.

"Please, daddy. I will be an obedient toy for you. Just give me your cock, please."

You align your cock with her dripping wet cunt.

An unbelievably deep, lustful moan leaves Seulgi's mouth. As if she has waited for this for months. She feels your cock spreading her pussy lips apart, penetrating her further and further. You feel even bigger inside of her than she expected. She struggles with your girth, realizing that Irene wasn't exaggerating earlier. You really are tearing her pussy open.

"Daddy."

She whines, wanting you to stop, but wishing you would keep going at the same time.

"Make her take all of your cock at once."

Irene raises her chin to see what's going on behind Seulgi.

You keep pushing deeper, until you finally bottom out inside of Seulgi for the first time. She moans and mewls, trying her best to adjust to your size.

"What are you waiting for?"

Irene eggs you on as she plays with her own pussy, Seulgi unable to keep eating her out.

"She is yours. It doesn't matter if she can take it or not. She has to."

For a moment you hesitate, but a look at Seulgi's ass makes you move. You pull out of her quickly, before slamming yourself back inside.

"Oh god!"

Seulgi almost screams. Irene enjoys Seulgi's wide open eyes as you start to fuck her.

Both of their moans must be audible outside. A lot of people must be complaining already. But you don't care.

Experiencing the tightness of Seulgi's pussy makes you forget the rest of the world. She is so wet and tight, making you feel like you are in heaven.

Your thrusts become quicker and harder, the longer you are inside of her. Seulgi's moans increase in volume, while Irene keeps fingering herself.

"Take that cock, honey."

She mumbles in Seulgi's direction, almost too far gone to further degrade the younger woman.

"Take that cock like the whore you are."

You doubt that Seulgi even heard her, her own moans too loud.

"You're tearing me open, daddy! You're so big, daddy!"

It only took you two days to turn Kang Seulgi into your personal slut. You wonder what the future brings.

You imagine yourself, sitting at your desk, while Seulgi kneels underneath, sucking you off. But one thing is for sure, this is not gonna be your last threesome with Irene and Seulgi.

The older woman's body freezes as she finally reaches her own climax. She didn't expect to cum this hard. But she is now unable to hold herself back, after degrading her new co-worker.

And Seulgi? Seulgi's head is only filled with one thought. How hard you fuck her pussy. She is unable to think about the future. She is even unable to think this over. Her mind is in a state of pure bliss as you take her from behind.

Your hands hold her small waist, pulling her back towards you with every thrust you do.

You see another message pop up on her phone. Seulgi's parents are asking her for the third time now, when she is coming to Christmas dinner tonight. Little do they know, what their cute little daughter is doing now.

In fact, Seulgi is being quite naughty. Even on Christmas. You swipe the notification away, focusing back on recording.

Seulgi is kneeling on her knees in front of you, doing what she seems to love. Sucking you off.

Her red and white Christmas outfit almost got her in trouble at work.

Luckily, you are her boss, which means you took Seulgi into your office giving her a little "talk".

She is now at your place, enjoying your cock, instead of being at her parent's for dinner. You are sitting in one of your comfortable chairs, recording Seulgi's every move. Your Christmas tree in the background really matches Seulgi's outfit.

You tear your eyes off the display, when you hear Irene coming in. She changed into a similar outfit after coming here.

The older woman leans down to capture your lips with hers.

This might become the best Christmas of your life.

Pushing Seulgi aside, Irene straddles you. The younger girl knows better than to complain. She got her fair share of your cock earlier at work. Celebrating the special day, you decided on taking Seulgi's ass, while she was bend over Irene's desk.

The latter has inserted your cock into her pussy and is now riding you. It is definitely her favourite position. It gives her more control over the situation and degrades Seulgi even more. Because Seulgi isn't allowed to ride your cock. She is only here to be used.

You hand her her own phone after finishing the recording, focusing on Irene on your cock. Seulgi gets wet at the fact that she now has something this sexy, but dangerous on her phone.

She watches Irene bouncing in your lap, letting her hand rub her pussy, waiting for her turn to feel your cock.

You spend the rest of the day in both of their pussies, already excited for what's to come tomorrow.

You discovered what Irene did to Seulgi after you fucked her ass. She inserted a butt plug into the younger girl's ass. Now that you remember, you tell Seulgi to turn around. Once she does, you pull up her dress, spreading her ass cheeks apart. The sight almost makes you drool. The metal fits perfectly between Seulgi's cheeks. Something seems to be engraved into it.

"Daddy's play thing"

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the second story. I apologize for the bad quality of Seulgi's pictures and the lack of pictures of Irene in that outfit, but I was unable to find more or better ones.

This took me a little longer, being almost 10k words long. I think this is the most words I've written at once. Sorry for the slight delay, compared to last time.

[arcadia345]

Astro observations🌺

FYI I’m not a real astrologer, just my observations :) TW🔞

The cancer moon men I know are pretty chill and laid back + funny, but the women are so bitchy and moody😭 with a big sweet tooth

Every twin I know either has Gemini or Pisces placements

You ever meet someone and their neck just stands out for some reason added points if they smell good, most likely they’re a Taurus rising/ mars. Good example is Megan thee stallion her neck is so cute to me hehe

Aries in the chart can show you the things you were introduced to at a very young age, the early memories that you think of and say ‘That was wild lol���

3rd: could’ve started learning way before you started school(like flash cards and things) siblings and cousins, music, having access to electronics early

4th: erratic home life, the woman around you could be go getters

6th: could’ve got a lot of injuries when younger, probably couldn’t have a peaceful day even if you tried, bad experiences with animals

7th: domestic abuse, might have seen people having affairs, lots of disagreements between couples

12th:paranormal events, you could’ve had a lot of deja vu moments without even knowing, tend to have strong spiritual gifts,people having ill intentions towards you

Aquarius moon or degree/ moon in the 11th tend to have a “second mom” a person that treats them like their one of their own children, sometimes even better than their own mother does. 🌚

The people with mars in the first house I know have so many battle scars on their body

Moon/cancer in 3rd love changing their voices, and they have a bad habit of not telling the whole truth / white lies

Water sign on the descendent- people are always wondering what you’re up to, no matter how much you show them they’ll still wanna know what you’re hiding

Your first house correlates to how you came into this world, I have Chiron (ruled by Virgo) in my 12 conjunct my ascendant, uhm she said she almost d*ed having me😀 and I was a C-section baby. And the hospital did her so dirty(you know much they hate black women) they didn’t even stitch her back up correctly or drain her fluids and to this day she still has problems. The also gave her extra dosages of drugs just cause she’s a plus size woman- honestly I could go on and on but it really correlates with my cap rising and Neptune/Uranus in 1st

Mercury ☌ Sun, these people voices are just💋💋 they sound so sensual and unique ugh hard to explain it but 🥴 ex. Jungkook , Tupac

Gemini/ Libra in 2nd love collecting things like figurines makeup clothes candles plushies, could easily be a borderline hoarder tho

Ives noticed that sun in 10th have a strained relationship with their father, but their later years in life their relationship gets better, or not could really go either way, also could have money issues in their early years but ends up climbing the corporate ladder. It may take you a while to tho but just know it’ll be worth it in the end :) also they always stand out at their work place in some way, the coworker that you’re glad to see clock in at rush hour cause you know they gonna handle shit

Venus- mercury positive aspects love giving out nicknames to their favorite people 🥺if they’re always calling you cute names just know they really care about you lol

Sag moons and degrees have no chill😀 like calm down bae sag anything tbh🚬

9th house ruler in the 11th could go to the same college with their old friends or could become very popular in the area they’re in, I think they’d make good bloggers

Air signs or degrees in 5th are trend setters.

Aquarius you inspire people, they could take things and make it into their own like art

With gemini here people will “copy & paste” ur looks. But no matter what it just looks like a knockoff version of what you did lmao it just never look as good as yours

Libra here people are very opinionated on how you express yourself either in a good way or bad, neither less you guys get a lot of compliments on your style

Every time I see a Capricorn rising with Neptune in the 1st it’s like their skin is see through and fragile😯makes sense tho since caps rule the skin and Neptune fogs things up. A good example is Ariana Grande her skin looks so delicate

Pluto/Scorpio in the 11th/11th house ruler in 8th, your friends could hate each other🤺 also they could have a rough life/childhood, trauma bonding or just experiencing traumatic events together is common here

Chiron in Aries (honestly any Aries placements it just depends on where it is), most people didn’t pay attention to them in their childhood in some way so they learned to be independent because of their lack of support cardinal things fr

That’s all for today! Give me a follow if you enjoyed💕

[cadence-the-hypnotic-floret]

HDG and BPD

So Human Domestication Guide, as a setting, is very much built as comfort food for mentally ill, disabled trans folks (not judging, I'm at least two mentally ill sophonts 🤭), but one bit that didn't quite shine through to me until a moment ago is the Borderline Personality Disorder connection. More specifically, the "favorite person" phenomenon.

A floret's affini is their favorite person. They are utterly dependent on their owner, including on an interpersonal level. Thanks to biorhythms, the floret can feel what their owner feels, in a very deep, visceral way that directly influences their emotional state. They are desperate for praise and acceptance, the worst thing imaginable to them is disappointing their owner, and they often spend time gazing up at their owner in a hazy bliss, as though watching an angelic figure and being awestruck by their beauty as the rest of the world decoheres around them.

In turn, the affini is the perfect caretaker for their floret. The influence they wield over the person who adores them is typically clear and intentional. They promise to never abandon you, and they mean it in ways a real person never could, and can force you to believe them. They actually will take all that pain away from you. When you look upon them as larger-than-life, idealized entities, you're not so much putting them on a pedestal they couldn't live up to as you are accurately describing your relationship to them, and they foster that view intentionally and accurately. There is no equality between Terran and Affini.

This is, to put it bluntly, a relationship dynamic I am deeply familiar with. I have stared at someone for minutes at a time, certain that they have a halo and can do no wrong. I drove that same person away in no small part because the version of them that existed in reality kept chafing against the idea of them I was too infatuated with to get rid of. I have caught myself entering that same dangerous emotional spiral with a fellow author I've been collaborating with, thankfully quite early on.

A few harsh reminders seem necessary here.

If you seek the kind of mindless surrender a floret has from another sophont, check to make sure that the sophont you seek that from is aware of this, and make sure that you are seeing them, the person, not merely an afterimage in your head. Be careful! This dynamic is rife with opportunities for self-delusion and manipulation, and often, you cannot trust your rational brain to handle it well. I want nothing more than the absolution hinted at in Anathema in Blue chapter 4... But it would be deeply unhealthy and unethical to seek that out without dealing with some of my own baggage, or saddling the author with my perception of her author insert character.

If you are on the other side of this dynamic, particularly if you have the brand of narcissism that makes you want that kind of mindless adulation (typically talking about "Worship Kink" is a sign that you might wanna take stock, speaking from experience here), make sure you're aware of the dangerous power differential, and make sure your partner is aware of these warning signs. Being on the receiving end of an FP relationship can be incredibly rough, especially once you start to diverge from the idea of you they had in their head.

Oof. Not fun stuff.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to making a worship file based on Anathema in Blue chapter 4, because frankly this bee isn't leaving my bonnet until I process it. Have you read Anathema in Blue? Lady Lysanthae is bae.

🥰

[jennysparksandtheauthority]

The fallacy of realism in Life is Strange Double Exposure. Another more or less analytic rant :)

Okay. I lied. This is the real LAST commentary about Deck Nine's fiasco. Or maybe not.

ANYWAY. I'm reading a lot of discourse of how it's realistic that Max and Chloe would break up.

Even the devs have been on Twitter saying the most basic stuff you've heard a thousand times before:

As someone who’s been in a loving, committed relationship for more than a decade (and we met in our early 20s), that shit MAKES NO SENSE FOR PRICEFIELD. Move forward? Yes. Absolutely. But you can move forward with another person. Moving forward doesn't have to mean leaving your partner behind, and certainly not for these two.

Max and Chloe didn’t create a “trauma bond”. People seem to forget they were childhood best friends. They went through trauma together. There’s a difference.

Each time my wife and I went through devastating shit (cause life is a bitch sometimes), I leaned on her, we carried each other. We went through rough days, of course, we fought sometimes, but we grew together. I fell more in love with her seeing her taking decisions, reacting to me, dealing with her own shit, taking care of me when I didn’t have the energy to take care of myself as I would take care of her when the roles were reversed.

Sure, some relationships don’t survive when they go through bad times.

But Max and Chloe? These two literary broke space and time for each other.

Characters have to be profoundly CHANGED at the end of stories for them to be meaningful, for stories to move us. This has been established since we began to tell stories around campfires thousands of years ago. It's been engraved in conventional storytelling even way before Aristotle gave it a name in his Poetics.

At the end of the BAE romantic path, Chloe was ready to die for Max, and for a whole town of people who mostly despised her. She had changed profoundly. She had understood the meaning of love and loyalty and devotion, because Max showed her.

Max was ready to face the consequences of choosing Chloe. She had changed too. She had understood that loving Chloe made her better, braver, determined, that the past was in the past and that she couldn’t keep rewinding. That she had to accept herself, fight back, take ownership of her destiny.

When they left Arcadia Bay they were both devastated, but ready to fight for each other and move on. The Chloe that gave Max that reassuring touch and that loving look at the end of the game would NEVER, under no circumstances, break up with Max by letter saying all kinds of mean shit. This destroys both their characters' arcs from LIS1. It's an unsuccessful, poorly camouflaged reboot.

Maybe if the break up was presented differently it wouldn’t have enraged so many people. Maybe. We’ll never know. I’d still argue that having a path where Chloe is dead, the decision to break them up was absolutely unnecessary. But to have made that decision, and to justify the OOC behavior and the outcome of their relationship by saying “it’s realistic” (some people have taken the devs' discourse to heart) is just ridiculous and dissapointing, and just straight out unprofessional. This kind of revisionism and lack of understanding of the themes and motivations of the first game is truly baffling, so much so it’s hard for me to believe how NO ONE at Deck Nine or Square Enix with some level of responsibility and proper education in media stopped the madness.

Writers choose what to include in a story, meaning they bear responsibility for the narrative choices they make, regardless of whether those choices are realistic. Fiction is an inherently constructed art form. Authors decide what to include, exclude, emphasize, or downplay. Using “realism” as a justification can be seen as a way to avoid responsibility for narrative decisions, especially when those decisions are unpopular or ethically troubling.

This is writing 101, and I can’t believe a supposedly professional game dev studio is acting like children writing their first fics on Wattpad and falling into the realistic fallacy.

In “The Decay of Lying,” Oscar Wilde famously argued that “Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life,” suggesting that art should not be constrained by realism. Another example is the philosopher and literary critic Roland Barthes, who in “The Death of the Author,” argued that the meaning of a text is not determined solely by the author’s intentions, thus challenging the notion that invoking realism absolves a writer of their choices.

They CHOSE to break them up.

They chose to villainize Chloe, the canonically queer, fan-favorite character that was at the heart of the story along with Max. Together.

Crying realism doesn’t make it any less senseless, knowing damn well they knew how it would affect people.

So, Deck Nine, Square Enix: please take some fucking responsibility.

BONUS (Michel Koch ❤️):

[atlasthegreatest]

Nobody Knows / Bae Joohyun x Female Reader

Everyone knew Bae Joohyun— or more precisely— Irene. Known for her striking beauty and charming personality that enchanted both men and women alike. But there was something that nobody knew, not even her friends… is that she had a girlfriend.

Word count: 2650

A/n: Established relationship, soft angst, and fluff.

A/n: Once again… trying something out. I wrote this while listening to “Nobody Knows” by Kiss of Life. Hope you enjoy it!

The city lights flickered in the distance, a blurred sea of neon and concrete. From the 20th floor of her apartment, Bae Joohyun—known to the world as Irene, the adored leader of Red Velvet—stood in front of the large window, staring out into the night. Her phone vibrates on the table behind her, and the group chats alive with laughter and messages from her members. But tonight, her mind was elsewhere.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching the faint silhouette move quietly through the apartment. Y/n, her girlfriend, was unpacking groceries in the kitchen, humming softly to a song playing in her headphones. Joohyun smiled at the sight, a warmth spreading in her chest. There was a comfort in seeing Y/n in her space, in the quiet domesticity of it all, but beneath that comfort lay the unspoken reality that defined their lives. They existed in shadows.

The world loved Irene and adored her elegance and her pristine image. But Joohyun’s truth—her real truth—was something she couldn’t share. Not with the cameras, not with the fans, not with anyone outside these walls. And that truth was Jung Y/n.

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice broke the silence. She’d removed her headphones and approached Joohyun, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Joohyun leaned into her, savoring the moment. “Just… thinking.”

“About?” Y/n’s voice was soft, and patient. She knew. She always knew.

Joohyun turned, resting her hands on Y/n’s shoulders, their faces inches apart. “Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn’t have to hide?”

Y/n’s expression softened, but there was sadness in her eyes. “All the time.”

They had been together for two years now. Two years of stolen moments, secret vacations, and late-night phone calls whispered into the early hours. To the world, Joohyun was single, an idol unattainable, mysterious. Y/n was her hidden treasure, the piece of her heart no one could ever see.

“It’s not fair,” Joohyun murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hate that we have to do this.”

Y/n sighed, pulling Joohyun closer. “I know. But I also know that I’d rather have this, have you, even if it’s in secret, than not have you at all.”

Joohyun’s heart ached at the words, and she kissed Y/n’s forehead gently. They had this conversation more times than she could count, but it never got easier. The pressure of their hidden relationship weighed heavily on her every day. She’d catch herself daydreaming about a world where they could walk down the street hand in hand, post photos together, live openly and proudly. But that wasn’t their world. It was a fantasy.

“Do you regret it?” Joohyun asked suddenly, surprising herself with the question.

Y/n pulled back slightly, looking at her with wide eyes. “What? No. Joohyun, I could never regret us. Not for a second.”

The sincerity in her voice made Joohyun’s chest tighten. She had always been the one who struggled more with their secrecy. Y/n, ever patient, ever understanding, never wavered in her support. But Joohyun worried. She worried about how long they could keep this up, how long before it became too much.

“Sometimes I wish we could just… run away,” Joohyun admitted, her voice shaking with the weight of her words. “Forget about the cameras, the expectations, everything. Just be us.”

Y/n’s hand caressed Joohyun’s cheek, her touch grounding her. “Maybe one day, we can. But until then, we have this.” She gestured to the apartment around them, to the small but sacred space they shared. “We have us, here, now. And that’s enough for me.”

Joohyun smiled, though the sadness lingered. She leaned forward, capturing Y/n’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was moments like this—intimate, away from the world—where she felt the weight lift, even if just for a little while. Here, in Y/n’s arms, there was no pretense, no performance. She was just Joohyun, and that was enough.

They pulled away, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. “I love you,” Joohyun whispered, the words slipping out as naturally as breathing.

“I love you too,” Y/n replied, her voice steady, reassuring.

Joohyun knew that their love was real, that it was worth the secrecy, the sacrifices. But as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city lights blinking like distant stars, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had to change.

Because even though nobody knew, it didn’t mean that what they had was any less beautiful, any less real. And maybe one day, the world will see that too.

But for now, they remained hidden in the shadows, their love a secret, known only to them.

———————-

The next morning, Joohyun awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of quiet clattering in the kitchen. She stretched lazily in bed, the softness of the sheets tempting her to stay cocooned a little longer. But the sound of Y/n humming drew her out, pulling her into the small moments she cherished.

She padded into the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of Y/n’s oversized shirts. There was a comfort in seeing her girlfriend there, looking so at home in her apartment. It was a sight Joohyun never got tired of, a secret privilege hidden from the rest of the world.

Y/n was making breakfast, her back turned to Joohyun. For a moment, Joohyun stood still, simply watching. The light filtering through the windows bathed Y/n in a soft glow, and Joohyun couldn’t help but marvel at how effortless her presence was, how she seemed to fit so perfectly into her life, even amid all the chaos.

Without a word, Joohyun wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, burying her face in her back. Y/n laughed softly, leaning into the embrace.

“You’re up early,” Y/n teased. “I thought you’d sleep in after the schedule you had yesterday.”

Joohyun sighed against her skin, her voice muffled. “Couldn’t sleep without you next to me.”

Y/n turned in her arms, placing a kiss on Joohyun’s forehead. “Well, I’m here now.”

For a while, they stood like that, wrapped in each other, content in the quiet. But even in the peace of the moment, Joohyun could feel the undercurrent of tension that had been building between them. It was subtle, almost invisible, but it was there—an invisible wall that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

She pulled away, walking over to the kitchen table, her expression more serious now. “Y/n,” she started carefully, “I’ve been thinking…”

Y/n glanced at her, eyebrows raised, as she turned off the stove. “About what?”

Joohyun hesitated. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind since last night refused to stay silent.

“About us,” Joohyun admitted. “About… how long we can keep doing this.”

Y/n didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned back to the stove, stirring the food in silence. Joohyun could feel her girlfriend’s energy shift, a heaviness settling between them. It was a conversation they had danced around for months now—one they both feared would change everything.

After a long pause, Y/n finally spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “Do you want to break up?”

The question hit Joohyun like a punch to the gut, even though she knew it was coming. The truth was, she didn’t want to break up. She couldn’t imagine her life without Y/n. But the weight of their secrecy, of constantly looking over her shoulder, was starting to suffocate her.

“No,” Joohyun said quickly, almost too quickly. “I don’t want to stop. But I don’t know how long we can keep living like this—hiding, pretending like none of this is real.”

Y/n nodded, her expression unreadable. She placed the pan on the counter and turned to face Joohyun fully, crossing her arms. “I know it’s hard, Joohyun. Believe me, I do. But I don’t know what else we can do. You’re an idol. Your life isn’t your own anymore, and neither is mine because I’m with you.”

Joohyun’s heart sank at the words. She knew Y/n was right. Their relationship didn’t just affect Joohyun—it affected Y/n too. She had given up so much for this love, for them, and Joohyun couldn’t help but feel guilty for dragging her into this world of hidden glances and whispered affection.

“I’m sorry,” Joohyun whispered, her voice cracking. “I hate that I’ve put you in this position.”

Y/n softened at the sight of Joohyun’s tears. She walked over, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands. “Hey, stop that. Don’t apologize. I chose this. I chose you. I knew what it would be like from the beginning.”

Joohyun wiped at her eyes, trying to hold back the flood of emotions. “But it’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to live like this—always in the shadows.”

Y/n smiled sadly, her thumb brushing over Joohyun’s knuckles. “I knew what I was getting into. I love you, Joohyun. That’s never going to change. But if this is too much for you… if we are too much for you, I need you to be honest with me.”

The weight of Y/n’s words hung in the air, and for the first time, Joohyun realized just how fragile they were. Their relationship had always felt like a balancing act, walking a tightrope between the public image she had to maintain and the private life she longed to protect. But now, standing at this crossroads, the tightrope felt thinner than ever.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Joohyun said softly, her voice breaking. “But I don’t know how to keep us safe anymore.”

Y/n pulled Joohyun into her arms, holding her tightly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

For a moment, Joohyun allowed herself to believe it. She clung to Y/n, burying her face in her shoulder, letting the warmth of her embrace chase away the fears, if only for a moment. But deep down, Joohyun knew that something had to give. This life of secrets, of stolen moments and hidden love, couldn’t last forever.

And as much as they wanted to pretend otherwise, they both knew that the fractures beneath the surface were growing deeper.

————————

It was nearing midnight, and the streets of Seoul were quieter than usual, though still alive with the hum of passing cars and distant conversations. Joohyun and Y/n walked side by side, hands brushing occasionally, but never fully intertwining. Not here, not where someone could see them. Despite the dim streetlights and the darkened corners of the city, Joohyun’s instinct to protect them—to protect her—never wavered. The night air was crisp, and Y/n had borrowed one of Joohyun’s hoodies, the oversized fabric engulfing her tall frame.

They had been walking for almost an hour now, having decided to sneak away from Joohyun’s apartment for some fresh air. It was rare that they ventured out together, but tonight, there was a restless energy between them, something unspoken that drove them from the safety of four walls into the uncertain freedom of the outside world.

Joohyun glanced at Y/n, her heart tightening at the sight of her girlfriend’s content expression. Y/n had always been the braver one, the one who could find peace in the fleeting moments they stole from the world. Joohyun admired that about her, but it also terrified her. She knew that one wrong move, one careless mistake, could shatter the fragile world they had built.

“Do you think they’d understand?” Y/n’s voice cut through the silence, her words soft but deliberate.

Joohyun frowned, unsure of what she meant. “Who?”

“The fans,” Y/n clarified, her eyes still fixed ahead. “If they knew about us. Do you think they’d understand?”

The question lingered in the cool air, hanging between them like a heavy fog. Joohyun didn’t answer right away. It was something she had thought about countless times, something that haunted her every day. The fans—Red Velvet’s beloved ReVeluvs—had been with her through everything. They adored her and idolized her, but their love came with expectations. Expectations that she wasn’t sure she could meet if they knew the truth.

“I don’t know,” Joohyun admitted quietly. “Some of them might. But others… I don’t think they’d accept it. Not yet.”

Y/n nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s scary, isn’t it? Loving someone and knowing that the world might not love them the way you do.”

Joohyun stopped walking, her breath catching in her throat at the raw honesty of Y/n’s words. She turned to face her, eyes searching Y/n’s face for any sign of fear or doubt. But Y/n wasn’t scared. She never was. Her gaze was steady and unwavering, and it made Joohyun feel both incredibly loved and deeply vulnerable.

“I hate that I can’t show you off,” Joohyun whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You deserve so much more than this. More than me.”

Y/n frowned, stepping closer and taking Joohyun’s hand, despite the risk. “Don’t say that. I don’t want more. I want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Joohyun’s chest tightened, and she squeezed Y/n’s hand, her grip almost desperate. “But it’s not fair. I wish I could tell the world how much I love you.”

Y/n smiled sadly, her thumb brushing over Joohyun’s knuckles. “You tell me every day. That’s enough.”

They stood there, in the middle of the quiet street, the world around them fading into the background. For a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped, like the universe had paused just for them. In this small bubble of stolen time, Joohyun allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if they didn’t have to hide. If she could post photos of them together, laugh openly in public, hold Y/n’s hand without fear of judgment. But the reality was never that simple.

Y/n stepped closer, her free hand cupping Joohyun’s cheek. “I know this is hard. But we’re not alone in this. We have each other, and that’s what matters.”

Joohyun closed her eyes, leaning into Y/n’s touch. “I just want to give you the world.”

“You already do,” Y/n whispered, her lips brushing softly against Joohyun’s. “Every day.”

The kiss was gentle, tender—filled with the weight of all the things they couldn’t say, all the things they longed to express but never could. It was a promise, a silent vow that no matter what happened, they would face it together.

When they pulled away, Y/n smiled, that easy, reassuring smile that always made Joohyun’s heart skip. “Come on,” she said, her voice lightening as she tugged on Joohyun’s hand. “Let’s go get some ice cream. It’s not like anyone’s going to recognize us at this hour.”

Joohyun laughed, the sound bubbling up from her chest as the tension between them dissolved. It was moments like these that made everything worth it—the quiet walks, the late-night talks, the secret kisses. Even though their love was hidden, it was theirs. And for now, that was enough.

As they walked down the dimly lit street, hand in hand and laughing like teenagers sneaking out past curfew, Joohyun felt a sense of peace settle over her. Maybe one day, they could live openly. Maybe one day, the world will understand.

But until then, they had these fleeting moments—moments where nothing else mattered but them.

And in those moments, Joohyun realized, they were free.

[itsbeeble]

Gorgeous

SUMMARY: Minghao was the black sheep, though you'd never understood why. Maybe it's time you figure it out.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst (MAJOR ANGST)

PAIRING: Xu Minghao x afab!reader

WC: 5.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: this is actually really dark, infidelity, rich people core, p in v sex, exhibitionism (yn gets fingered in the back of her car while on the phone), minghao is possessive, stalker themes, criminal, mentions of blood, reader gets injured, a lot goes on actually i've never written something like this el oh el

A/N: this was NOT supposed to end up like it did, but I decided on a whim to do this. Thank you to @sungbeam and @mosviqu for beta reading this (even if some of it was very last minute). I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did teehee

“Who is that?” You tilt your head, eyes trained in the direction of someone you’d never seen before at these functions. Your friend, Jang Gyuri, follows your eyes and kisses her teeth. 

“Xu Minghao,” she brings her lips close to your ear so only you can hear her. No need for prying eyes and ears to hear what she has to say and spread unwanted rumors. “I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

“Why?” 

Many people would have described you as innocent. You came from “new money” as they would call it. Your father practically struck gold when he decided in his early thirties to start a business. The company grew quickly, the products being released becoming popular all over South Korea and, eventually, internationally. You knew that you should pay more attention to his work, as you’d likely inherit it one day, but you can’t find it in you to care. With this recent rise to power, you’d been taking advantage of your seemingly neverending access to parties of all kinds. Galas, clubs, birthday parties for the spoiled brats that had been born into this life. You were a free spirit, never one to avoid cameras, and that made you dangerous in the eyes of many in this country. Gyuri told you that, though old money was never afraid of new money, new money had the power of intimidation.

She’d told you many names as examples: Wen Junhui, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Chan, Han Jisung, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Chwe Hansol. Though their families weren’t necessarily liked, they held status among the wealthy children for varying reasons— proving their worth being the main reason, intimidation being another. 

Xu Minghao, however, was never a name you had heard in these recent months. Maybe there was a reason for that, you note when your eyes meet his lidded ones and he flashes you a lazy smirk. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze back to Gyuri. She’s giving you a dirty look, her painted red lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together. 

“He’s bad news, Y/N,” she warns. “Seungcheol will tell you about it, and he’d want you to be careful around him.”

“Seungcheol,” your voice is laced with venom, “is in the bathroom with Seo Yookyung. I don’t think he cares what I do, so long as I don’t ruin his reputation.”

“That’s not exactly what I would call a healthy relationship.” 

Both you and Gyuri flinch, startled by the interruption, and turn to scold whoever jumped into a private conversation. 

You fall short, however, your mouth partially hanging open with shock and, honestly, awe. 

From afar, you could tell that he was attractive but now that he’s up close? You feel like you could sink and drown in him. Long dark hair, thin and pointed face, scrutinizing eyes. He was intimidating to most, this you could tell. But to you?

He was the most gorgeous person you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. 

“Xu Minghao,” Gyuri’s tone is cold and she shuffles to stand just slightly in front of you, something both you and Minghao notice. 

“Jang Gyuri,” Minghao mocks, sticking one of his hands into a pocket in his slacks.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know by now that you aren’t welcome?” Her words are sharp, and it almost scares you. Gyuri, despite her reputation for being cruel, had always been kind to you. She’d been a sort of mentor to you, teaching you the rights and wrongs in terms of “rich behavior”. She taught you the right people to associate with, and the wrong people to associate with. However, she had never once raised her voice or made you feel unwelcome. Quite unlike how she talks to Minghao. 

“I go wherever I please, Jang Gyuri.” Minghao sighs, a puff of air that makes a few loose strands of hair flutter out of his face. Then his eyes return to you, scanning your body but not in a seductive manner. No, he’s curious. You can see it in his eyes, behind the cold front he puts up. “And…who might you be?” 

“None of your business—”

“L/N Y/N—”

You and Gyuri speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth quickly when she shoots you another nasty look. Minghao, however, is amused. One side of his mouth quirks up in a mild show of this, the corners of his lips picking up. 

“So, which is it?” He inquires. “None of your business or Y/N L/N? I’m not a betting man, but I’d wager that it’s the latter.” 

You poorly stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough. 

“What do you want?” Gyuri hisses out, tapping a heel on the marble floor impatiently. Minghao presses his lips together, loosely shrugging his shoulders. 

“Just wanted to see if I could buy your lovely friend here a drink.”

“She’s taken.”

“She,” you finally interrupt Gyuri and place a hand on her collarbone to gently push her back. “Can speak for herself. And she will need a few more drinks to make it through the night.”

Gyuri sputters out an argument, trying to get you to stop, but Minghao grins down at you and offers his arm. You gladly take it, giving Gyuri one more warning look before you’re tugged away through the crowd. 

“You’re new money.” Minghao leans against the counter next to you while you sit on one of the few open stools left. There’s a martini in front of you, one that’s barely been touched since you received it a few minutes ago. 

“Is it that obvious?” You tilt your head and Minghao smiles, his head dipping down a bit. 

“Not entirely,” he looks back up and shifts his weight. “Only if you know what to look for.” 

“And what, exactly,” you lean toward him, resting your chin on the back of your hand, “are you looking for?”

His tongue runs over his lip, eyebrows furrowing in thought. 

“You’re interesting, Y/N L/N.” Evading the question. 

“Oh?” You finally bring your martini glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic beverage. “Why is that, Xu Minghao?” 

“You don’t…you don’t know who I am, do you?” Your lips quirk into a small smile.

“No, I don’t. Is it something important?” 

For the first time since you’d begun talking to him, he falls quiet in a way that shows discomfort. Your smile drops, and you lean back on your stool. 

“Minghao,” you start. “Is there something I should know?” 

You see a muscle in his jaw feather, see his eyes dance around you to see who was around. One of your hands falls to your lap, playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Now he’s avoiding your questions. 

“I’m…” he huffs out a breath, tilting his head back and scoffing out a laugh. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone I just met, but…there’s something about you that I just can’t place.”

“I’ve been told that by many people.” Minghao shifts closer to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. 

“What else have they told you?”

“That I can be a bit…straightforward.” His other hand is on the counter, and your fingers dance just a bit closer to his, the tips brushing together slightly. “That when I get nervous, I either talk too much or not at all.”

“And…?” He leans his head down a bit. 

“That you’re bad,” your voice lowers, your lips curling into a smirk. “That I should stay away from you.”

“And I take it you don’t listen to these people, do you?” Minghao asks, his voice dropping an octave. There’s tension around you, something so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Not at all.”

“What would they do if I asked you to leave with me?” His fingers finally lace with yours and you hum, pretending to think.

“Seungcheol might not like that very much.”

Minghao scoffs. “You know damn well that he left a long time ago.” 

“But still…” you sigh and shake your head. “Someone has to be loyal.” 

A nod from the man in front of you, and a sly smile. 

“I understand, and I won’t make you do anything.” He squeezes your hand once, and you feel him slide a piece of paper into your palm. He waits for your fingers to close around the paper before he pulls his hand away. “You’ll know where to find me when you change your mind and drop him. And, when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

When he leaves the building, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your shoulders relax, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You’re in the middle of trying to get your body under control when Gyuri stomps back over to you. 

“What the hell were you thinking, talking to a man like him?” Her nails dig into your upper arm, scraping into your skin and causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Are you stupid?”

“I don’t see what your problem is,” you sigh and finish off your martini before sliding off your barstool. Your feet are aching at this point, and you’re just itching to get out of this dress. “He isn’t as bad as you think he is.”

“Xu Minghao isn’t the man he’s seemed to convince you he is.” Gyuri warns you. “He’s a liar, just like his father is. He’ll hurt you, Y/N, and don’t come crying to me when he does. I’ll just tell you that I warned you and tried to stop you. I won’t help you if you get yourself tangled up with him.”

“It’s a good thing I won’t need your help then, isn’t it?” You retort, tearing your arm out of her grip and straightening your posture. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Gyuri, and I won’t let you or Seungcheol stop me anymore.”

“Gyuri tells me you’ve been talking to Xu Minghao.” Seungcheol looks at you in the mirror as he tightens the tie around his throat. You’re in the middle of sliding on another pair of uncomfortable shoes that will have your toes bleeding by the end of the night, and raise your gaze to look at him.

“I have. Only once, though.” Your eyes return to the ground to grab the second heel. For two weeks you had been talking to this…mystery man. You’d learned more about him every day, of his father’s scandals that would have left his family bankrupt had Minghao not come out and saved the company. You found it admirable but most chose to despise him, refusing partnerships and refusing to admit the good he’s done for his company and family as someone so young. 

And, of course, you had only done this with a little bit of research and a quick phone call to the number he slipped into your hand. You’re sure Seungcheol knows this, knows that you’re too curious for your own good. This is something the two of you had argued about far too many times to count, and he’s since given up on trying to stop you.

“I’m sure that you’re aware of everything, then?”

“Aware of Minghao’s father or of your infidelity?” You rise to your feet, and Seungcheol freezes for just a moment before carrying on.

“Ah.”

“If you’re going to whore yourself out,” Your hand brushes against your boyfriend’s shoulder and you spin him around so you can tie the fabric around his neck. “At least do it where no one will see you.” Your lips are drawn into a tight smile and you rest your hand on his chest. “At least do it where no one will see you, my love.”

“I take it…” Seungcheol watches you walk away and listens to the clicking of your heels on the ground. “...that the engagement is off, then?”

“Correct.” 

“What will you do?” You turn to look at the man you once tolerated, now finding him disgusting. 

“I think that I’ll be just fine. I have an apartment, I have a family that loves me, and a thriving company that I need to learn to lead. You, however, should worry about your status once news of your actions hits the papers come Monday.” 

Seungcheol nods slowly, his tongue digging into his cheek. 

“I have a ride to the gala,” you make your way for the bedroom door, lips drawn into a thin line. “I will have someone collect my things tomorrow morning, so make sure everything is exactly as it is now because they will have a list and I will come for everything you have if your toy for the night has the gall to take my belongings again.”

Seungcheol looks at you for a long moment, watching you leave the room before choosing to follow you. 

“And what of the deal your father made with my company?”

“Find someone else,” you shrug. “My father just wanted to make connections and you happened to give him the perfect opportunity to benefit both companies.”

“I could tell people, you know.” Seungcheol places his hand on the front door, stopping you from leaving. You turn to face him, your eyes narrowed. He doesn’t appear angry, yet he isn’t looking too pleased either. “That you had an affair. They would believe me. They would never believe someone like you.”

An easy smile passes over your lips, and you place a hand on his chest. “I don’t need them to believe me. Gyuri, on the other hand…” you kiss your teeth. “She can be quite the devil, no?”

“Gyuri trusts him?” Seungcheol asks and you can practically taste the disbelief. 

“No, she doesn’t,” your lips draw into a thin line. “She does, however, trust me.”

A silent type of anger radiates off Seungcheol as you turn away from him again. This time, when the door shuts, he doesn’t follow you. You’re glad he doesn’t. It makes it much easier to steady your breathing and the shaking in your hands.

You arrive at the party alone this time. There is no Gyuri and no Seungcheol to protect you from the cameras, from the invasive questions, and the microphones shoved into your face. It startles you and before you can get one foot out of the door, your body freezes up. One of the guards your father hired yells something, and then there’s someone sliding into your car and pushing you back. 

“Take a breath,” a soft, silky voice pushes through the yells outside the car. A hand cradles the back of your head, tangling in your long strands of hair, pulling you closer and tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Just breathe, love.” 

Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it’s the freedom you now know you have, but suddenly you’re laughing and pulling away from Minghao. He looks just as stunning as the last time you saw him. Dark hair, narrowed eyes, lips drawn into a thin line. He’s wearing a suit similar to last time— all black, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. 

“Are you alright?” His hand comes to your cheek, letting you nestle into his gentle hold. “Talk to me, love. Are you alright?” 

But you just keep laughing, and then you’re clutching at his collar and yanking him toward you for a furious kiss. He freezes against you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. It takes him a moment to reciprocate, to get over the initial shock and sink into you. His lips move softly against yours, forcing you to calm down and actually breathe like he’d requested. 

After a few moments, you pull away and lean your forehead against his. 

“So that’s what this is about?” Minghao murmurs. “You just wanted my attention, is that it?” 

“Not necessarily,” you pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you go very far. His hand is just around the curve of your waist, holding you near to him. “I have other reasons.”

“And what would they be?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach like a teenager in love.

“I like you, Xu Minghao.” God, you sound like one as well. “Very much.”

“I like you too, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss, this time tilting your head to reach the corner of your jaw. The car starts moving again, and Minghao calls out an address. His address, you assume. 

“You’re gorgeous, Minghao,” He laughs against your skin, trailing his lips down your neck slowly. “It makes it hard, you know.”

“Makes what hard, my flower.” 

“To focus. To talk to you. You make me so nervous, it’s infuriating.” Your breath hitches as he sucks gently at the skin above a vein. Your hand curls around his neck, tangling in his long strands of hair. 

Minghao doesn’t respond, but you don’t mind. Not when he drags you into his lap, the fabric around your body now splayed across the backseat of your car. You can hear your phone ringing, but you ignore it until the sound disappears. You focus on Minghao, focus on the feel of his lips on your skin and his hands all over your body. You focus on swiping your tongue over his lip, on pressing forward until his back is digging into the door, the armrest uncomfortable against his spine but neither of you cares.

Your phone rings again and, this time, Minghao pulls away from you, tilting your chin up and handing you the slim device. 

“It’s your father, I think.” His lips press against your jaw, and you exhale shakily. “Shouldn’t worry him too much.”

“Minghao—”

“Answer him.” His hand replaces his lips, giving your jaw a slight squeeze. “Or I will.”

The third ring comes, and you swallow hard. Minghao smiles, his lips curling up as he takes the phone from your hand and swipes on the green button.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice is steady, and you can hear the exasperation. “What is this I’m hearing from Choi Seungcheol that the engagement is off?” 

Minghao’s lips touch your neck again, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your gown to trace up your thigh. It takes all the power in your body to not gasp into the microphone, your eyes fluttering as he touches you.

“He— what did he say?” You briefly stumble over your words, trying desperately to keep a firm grip on your phone and nearly failing when Minghao’s hand dips past your lacy underwear. Two fingers prod at your core and your breath hitches. Your free hand drops down and grips Minghao’s wrist tightly. He shoots you a playful smirk, lips puffy from kissing you and from sucking at your neck. You let him go.

“That you’ve left him. That you had an affair with…” you hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and then a loud sigh. “Xu Minghao?”

“That would be a lie, father.” You inform the older man, and Minghao’s fingers sink deep into you. It’s a wonder you haven’t moaned into your phone yet but with the way his skillful hand pumps in and out of you, soon you very well might. His thumb pushes at your clit, and you let your head drop into his neck, begging silently for him to have mercy on your poor mind and body. 

“Is that so?”

“Seungcheol had an affair. Well, several affairs. Minghao simply helped me realize that I wouldn’t—” Your voice cracks as a little whimper almost makes its way out of your mouth. Minghao leans his head against yours and you can feel his cheeks stretching into a smile as he continues to drag his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet walls. He scissors them a bit, and then you feel a third sink into you. Your legs begin to shake and try to close, and with his free hand Minghao grabs onto one of your thighs to hold them open. “—wouldn’t be happy if I stayed with him.”

You hope that the shaking in your voice can pass as upset tears.

“I don’t— It doesn’t matter if you end up happy. I want what’s best for you and the business. Marrying Seungcheol would have balanced this.”

“Marrying Seungcheol would lead to a miserable life and the downfall of two companies.” You snap back, and you hear Minghao beginning to whisper praises into your ear. With red cheeks and a swelling heart, your hips begin to roll down on his fingers. “Minghao, at least, will keep me happy and will benefit both companies in many ways.”

Silence on your father’s end, and a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum yet, flower.” Minghao murmurs, licking at the skin under your ear. “Wait until he hangs up.”

I can’t. You want to scream. Every curl of his fingers, every brush of his thumb against your clit. It’s all becoming too much for you. It’s incredible you’re able to keep yourself together while on the phone.

“Is this what you really want?” Your father asks, and your whole body shudders against Minghao. 

“It— it is.” You gasp. Another pregnant pause. Fuck, it’s like your father wants you to suffer.

“Have him come by my office tomorrow for lunch. We’ll all talk then.”

You don’t get the chance to respond before he’s hanging up the phone and the car is rolling to a stop. Minghao rips his fingers out of you, effectively ruining the high you’d been approaching. 

“You’re— you’re horrible.” You whine, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. 

“You love it, though.” He grins and slides you off his lap so he can get the door. Your body feels like jelly, your mind in a haze. You hardly notice Minghao tugging you by the hand, guiding you out of the car and to the front door of a beautiful house— so beautiful that it nearly takes your breath away.

Minghao’s arm is placed delicately on the small of your back, and you let him guide you into the house and up a grand marble staircase. You can’t begin to express the awe you feel. You can’t help the giddy feeling in your bones when you reach the top of the staircase and Minghao takes your hand. It appears, however, that he is feeling just about the same as you when he smiles so wide that you fear his lips would become stuck like that, and he drags you quickly toward a bedroom.

You let him press you down on the bed and let him kiss his way from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, and begin to peel the straps of your gown down your body so he can expose more and more skin. You feel like you’re burning up, feel like your body is being set ablaze wherever he touches your body. The zipper along the side of the dress is tugged town, and you raise your hips so Minghao can peel it down the rest of the way and throw the fabric somewhere across the room.

“I should be mad at you for that,” you say to him, although you relish in the feeling of his lips trailing down the valley of your breasts. “That dress was a very expensive gift.”

“Oh?” Minghao’s voice is muffled, and he tugs your panties down your legs as he speaks. “From who?” 

You watch as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, watch as he reveals every gorgeous inch of his skin to you. 

“Seungcheol.” His gaze hardens when he sees you smirk. 

“Then I should burn it, I think. Replace it with something newer, prettier, pricier.” He hovers his body over yours, lacing the fingers of one hand through your own and using his free hand to align himself with you. A pleased sigh is emitted from your lips as he sinks in, back arching as he begins to stretch you out.

“Is that so?” You breathe out. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer until you can kiss him. 

“Mmm.” Minghao hums against you, beginning to roll his hips slowly into yours. “I should burn everything that he has ever given you, I think.” 

You can barely respond, your voice seemingly broken and replaced by gasps for air as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster and you can’t seem to get control of your body. He doesn’t care, though. He doesn’t care that you can only roll your hips into his, can only bite into his skin, and leave dark marks that he won’t be able to hide (not that he would want to). Knowing that you’re enjoying this, fucked too dumb to speak even though he’d only been inside of you for barely a few minutes, it’s all enough for him. It’s more than enough. 

“What would he say if he saw us like this?” Minghao continues, his hands sliding down your legs and gently pushing them farther apart. “Hm? Would he stop me? Would he try to fight for you?”

You try to tell him he wouldn’t, but all that comes out of you is helpless babbles. 

“I would,” he hisses, and the knot in your stomach returns. It builds and builds, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to touch you, to feel you.” 

“And—” you finally manage to choke out a few words. “And what— what m-makes you—oh god, Minghao please— think that— that you do?” 

“You already know why, my flower.” Minghao’s hips are slapping against yours at a pace— at a furosity— that you can’t keep up with, “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” 

The knot in your stomach snaps, your walls fluttering around him but he’s relentless. He pounds into you as your body convulses underneath him, your pathetic whines and moans turning into desperate wails. 

“I’m better than him in every way,” Minghao grits out, desperately fighting off his own orgasm. “Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you? How long I’ve wanted to take you from him? You have no idea how hard it was to not take you into the bathroom that night and fuck you the way you deserved. I wanted so badly for you to be mine.”

Overstimulation begins to wash over you, becoming a pleasurable sting that you don’t want to go away. His cock twitches inside of you and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see him trying to say something more, but all that comes out of him is a heavy groan, and then his hips are stuttering against yours. Warm cum spills into you, mixing with your own, and spilling out onto the sheets beneath you. Your legs thrash in Minghao’s grip, but he pins you down as his hips slow. His hair is messy, his forehead tinged with sweat. You can see his mouth hanging open a bit, heavy breaths rolling out of him. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The sentence replays over and over in your mind amidst the scattered post-sex thoughts. 

How long I’ve wanted to take you from him?

Minghao rolls to the side, laying beside you on his large bed. 

He didn’t say anything to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. 

It was pure silence. A silence that allowed for clear thoughts. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The drive to your father’s company the next day is…quiet to say the least. There’s an air of discomfort around the two of you and you’re unsure of whether it’s due to him having to meet your father or the conversation that will follow. Minghao, much like the night the two of you met and you’d asked about why everyone seemed to disapprove of him, was tense. His hands were set on his knees, squeezing tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white. His head is turned away from you, keeping his gaze on the city as you drive. It makes you nervous. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting everything? 

You swallow hard, mimicking his position and turning to look out the window. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

There had been something so off about the way he said that. You still couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and it had your stomach churning uncomfortably. 

The feeling only worsens when you pull up in front of your father’s building and Gyuri is standing with Seungcheol. Both look upset, standing straight with their arms folded behind their backs. 

“What is this?” Minghao murmurs, thanking the driver quietly when his door opens. You slide out behind him, taking his hand in your own as he helps you stand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure what this is.” You admit, your eyebrows knitting together as Gyuri approaches you. “Gyuri, what’s happening?”

“You need to come with me,” she tugs at your arm, attempting to pull you away from your new lover. 

“What?” Your hand tightens in Minghao’s, your feet gluing into place. “What— what are you talking about? Gyuri, what’s going on? What is Seungcheol doing here?” 

“Y/N,” Seungcheol steps toward you, but Minghao is faster and pushes you behind him. Your hand dislodges from his, and you yelp as Gyuri practically rips you away from him. Your knees hit the ground, skin scraping against pavement. The door of the company building practically flies open, a few police officers filing out with your father taking up the rear. 

“Father?” Your throat is closing up, too many emotions pulsing through your body. 

“What is this?” Minghao is yelling. People are stopping on the streets to stare. Gyuri and Seungcheol pull you to your fight, and you don’t think you have the strength to stop them. “Y/N, WHAT IS THIS?”

For a moment, you’re afraid. He lunges for you, and two officers grab at him. He looks rabid, his eyes crazed and teeth bared like some animal as he yells and screams and kicks against the people holding him. Your father approaches you, relief replacing the typical stone-cold gaze he gives you.

“What’s happening?” You’re sobbing now, blood washing down your legs. Gyuri is crying with you, and Seungcheol’s hands are shaking.

“Are you alright?” Your father asks. “Did he do anything to you?”

“I— what—” you can’t breathe. 

“Xu Minghao,” an officer speaks over the commotion. “You are under arrest for the crimes of criminal harassment, assault and battery, and extortion. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME—” Minghao’s hand flies out, nearly clipping the officer in the jaw as he finishes speaking. 

He yells obscenities, yells for you, at you, at the people around him. He curses wildly, using every name under the sun, threatens death upon everyone.

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

“I’m sorry.” 

Gyuri is sitting on the chair beside you as you get your knees treated. You stare blankly ahead of you, and she turns her head to Seungcheol, silently pleading for help.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “do you understand what’s happening?”

No response.

“Minghao…we told you he was not the man you thought he was. You fell too hard, too fast, didn’t give us time to tell you everything.” 

Silence. Gyuri starts talking again, not knowing if you heard anything they were saying.

“He’s…he was planning on using you, Y/N. Using you to get…to get your father’s company, just like he did with his own father. It…it was all fake. Everything you learned about him, everything we all thought we knew about him…it was all lies. It was in the small details.”

People always said you were innocent. People always called you naive. You trusted too easily, loved even easier. It made it easy to use you, to take everything you had and throw you to the side. Some people of new money were able to gain the respect of those of old money, but you?

No one would ever respect you. 

Not after you fell for the gorgeous man, fell for his gorgeous lies and fantasies. 

Thinking about him here in this hospital room…

Something about it makes you want to sink and drown and die. Maybe that would be easier.

“Can… can I leave?” you look up at Seungcheol, tears welling in your eyes. He looks heartbroken. “I want— I want to leave, Seungcheol. Can we leave?”

Heartbroken. That’s the look in his eye that you couldn’t recognize last night. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t the realization that he had lost you. 

“We can go. It’s over now.”

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A Fine Line [part 1]

Summary: You've been with Aegon for a little over four years and the relationship just isn't the same. His brother isn't helping the situation, either. This is a Modern Day AU!

Pairing: Aegon x Reader / Aemond x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Guys, I think it goes without saying that you should never cheat on anyone. Just don’t do it. This is a complete re-write of an old Marvel idea that I had. It is also my very first HOTD fic, so I am open to any feedback that you may have. This man just has a motherfuckin' hold on me, like I don't even know what happened. Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy this! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

Warnings for the entire series: severe angst, cheating, unprotected sex, jealousy, lying, possessiveness, stalking, manipulation, and language.

Masterlist & Playlist

You felt the bed shift.

The sun hadn’t yet made a break in the early morning sky, and the room was still dark; only dimly lit by the bathroom light that had just been turned on. You could hear the faucet running and the faint sound of teeth being brushed as you reached over and checked the time. The intense light of the screen made your vision blur and eyes squint, but after a few blinks, you could make out those three numbers; 5:06 AM.

A shadow moved along the hallway walls, and you quickly placed your phone back on the bedside table and turned on your side. With your eyes clamped shut, you listened as he moved around the room, mentally picturing every action; opening the closet door, pulling a shirt from the hanger, crossing the room to the dresser, finding a pair of socks and boxers in the drawer. It was the same every morning, every day, at the same time. 

Aegon wasn’t Aegon without his daily routine; wake up, brush teeth, shower, breakfast, work, lunch, work, home, dinner, bed. You used to enjoy it, the structure that you had both brought to each other's lives. It was a complete change from when you had first met him. He used to be completely haphazard; snoozing through every alarm and perpetually late, but he had come into his own after he had met you.

You used to wake up with him and get an early start on your day; making breakfast together, sitting at the table together, reading your emails while he scrolled through the news. You'd make plans for dinner and talk about your friends, and your jobs, and you'd laugh and joke. And it used to be nice. But now you just pretended to be asleep, waiting until he left before getting out of bed. 

You wondered if it was wrong to do that, because, to you, it certainly felt like it was. Aegon brought it up, too, a couple of times; always wanting to know if something was wrong, or if you were okay. Truth be told, you weren't even sure of the reason for the change, so you just told him that you were tired and that work was stressful.

Often, you wondered if maybe you should start again.

Start trying...

Maybe it’d make things better. 

Or as your best friend, coworker, and self-proclaimed love guru, Baela, liked to say, there was no getting better. According to the white-haired cynic, the vast majority of relationships are doomed from the start, and that you should take your unhappiness as a sign that things just weren’t meant to work out with Aegon. 

Some mornings, you’d look in the mirror- bare feet cold on the tile floor, hands gripping the sides of the porcelain sink- and asked yourself if Bae was right; if all of this was a sign that you just weren’t meant to be. You’d ask yourself if you really loved Aegon, and if it’d be better to break things off than to dig yourself in deeper. You knew that the answer was probably ‘yes’, because if the answer was ‘no’, you wouldn’t even be asking those questions in the first place.

But then you’d remember what it was like to be together when the two of you first started dating, and couldn’t help but hope that one day it’d go back to that. Fooling yourself into believing that this was just something that all couples went through, and allowing yourself to continue on with your boring, auto-pilot type life.

The subway platform was cold and damp as you waited in the crowd of a hundred people. Melting snow from the streets above had water dripping down the walls, and it smelled of musty leather and dirty shoes. Your scarf and jacket weren’t doing much to keep you warm, and you cursed yourself for not grabbing your gloves before you left the house. Although, you probably wouldn’t have kept them on very long because you couldn’t use your phone while wearing them.

It was the first week of January. Christmas and New Years had come and gone and people were making their way back to work after a long weekend. In the office, there was a giant board in the break room for people to write down their resolutions; serving as a reminder to keep people on track for the first few months. Most of them were ‘eat healthy’ and ‘exercise more’, and most people would fall off the wagon before February.

Baela was already at her desk when you got to your tiny, cluttered, shared cubicle. A red coffee cup in one hand and cellphone in the other; her hair was pinned up to perfection and shined underneath the fluorescent lights; swaying softly as she turned around in her desk chair. 

“Good morning!” She said with a smile. “Coffee’s on your desk.”

“Thank you,” you replied. “I didn’t have time to stop this morning.” You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it over the back of the chair before grabbing the small, cardboard cup and bringing it to your lips; eyes fluttering shut at the taste and warmth of the beverage. “You’re too good to me, B.”

“I know,” she replied with a kind smile. “How was your weekend? Did you and Aegon do anything exciting?”

“We stayed home, had a couple glasses of champagne and watched the ball drop.” You replied with your back turned to your coworker, fingers dancing over the keyboard as you logged into your computer. “I broke out that pretty, purple lace lingerie set,” Baela made a sound to let you know that she was still listening. “He said that he really liked it, but he didn’t want to do anything because he was too tired, and had to go into work early.”

You could hear her clicking her tongue against her teeth. 

“It’s like, we have these really good moments together,” you continued. “And most of the time, things are pretty good, but they just aren’t the same. There’s no passion, or spontaneity, it’s like we don’t have fun anymore.”

“Yeah, but you guys have been together for a few years,” Baela replied, turning slightly in her chair to look at you. “Relationships usually change after awhile, that’s normal.”

“Bae, the last time we really had fun was Tyland’s birthday.”

"Our boss Tyland?" She gulped. You nodded and her eyes widened in disbelief. "But that was last May!"

“That’s exactly my point.”

“Speaking of birthdays,” Baela began, finally changing the subject. “I was planning to celebrate Jace's is on Saturday, and I was thinking we could take him out for a few drinks, let him beat us both at bowling, I might even make a cake.”

“I can do Saturday,” you replied as you marked the date on your desk calendar.

“Great!” Baela exclaimed. “He’ll really like that, I think.”

As if on queue, Jace popped his head over the wall of your cubicle, eyebrows raised. “Hey ladies,” he said smoothly with a slight smile. “How are you both on this Monday morning?”

“Great!" Baela answered first with a wide, sparkling smile. 

“I wouldn’t have used that much enthusiasm, but sure, it’s great.” You mumbled in return, not taking your gaze off of your calendar after having noticed that it was almost four years to the day that you met Aegon. Little, red hearts outlined the box that marked the day. 

You remembered that day so vividly, as if it was just yesterday; stumbling out of the snow and into an inviting coffeeshop on the corner of 39th & 7th. Your boss had asked you, of all people, to interview the son of the President & CEO of the most well-known oil company in the world regarding the mass job cuts that continued during the COVID-19 pandemic. He was late to the interview by twenty-three minutes and you found it out-of-place that he wasn't wearing a suit. His hair was unkempt and his blazer was not doing a very good job of hiding a toothpaste stain on his button-up. And to make matters worse, he wasn't wearing his mask properly.

"Thank you for waiting, the train ran late." He greeted as he shook the snow from his hair and extended his hand to you. The closer he became, the more apparent it was that he was either high or hungover. "Aegon."

"Y/N," you replied and gestured towards the table. "Your assistant said that you liked one cream and two sugars?"

What was supposed to be a 30-45 minute interview turned into an hour and a half long conversation. Aegon had an answer for every one of your pointed questions, and gave great responses about the future of the company with his father's dwindling health and the succession of his business- which was what everyone really cared about, really. But you found yourself nearly hanging on every word, even if you truly thought most of it was bullshit. There was something you found incredibly attractive about his sarcastic smile and the way that he quipped back at you when you'd try to back him into a corner.

When it came to the article, you didn't hold back- you couldn't; blasting Aegon for his unprofessionalism and the excuses that he made for his father and grandfather regarding the layoffs. After the paper was printed and distributed, you received a bouquet for roses to your desk with a card that read, "Thank you for your honesty and the conversation. Let me take you out on a real coffee date some time? 212-555-8598"

You remember the look on Baela's face as she stood over your shoulder reading the tiny, rectangular card along with you. Her elbow digging into your side as she wagged her eyebrows, teasing you as if you were children. But nevertheless, you did text him, and you did let him take you out on that date, and you had been together ever since.

“Hello?” Jace’s voice pierced through your thoughts. “Earth to Y/N! You coming to the meeting or are you just going to sit at your desk and daydream all day?”

You looked up to see Baela and Jace both standing, waiting for you. There was a mandatory team meeting in five minutes. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You said quickly, grabbing your coffee and following your coworkers towards the conference room.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?” Bae asked under her breath as you walked side-by-side.

“Just thinking about when Aegon and I first met," you replied.

She just shook her head at you and took her seat at the table, pulling a pen from behind her ear, and waited for the meeting to start. Her face was determined and focused, ready to spill all of her new ideas for this week’s paper, and knowing Baela, she had a million and one. 

After the meeting, you both went straight back to work, only letting up off of your keyboard for your lunch hour. Your cubicle mate was strictly relationship advice, and had an entire bin in the mail room dedicated to letters from her fans; who were mostly women in their late 30′s to mid 40′s, wondering what to do about their lazy husband who failed to notice that they got their hair cut.

You had your own column that was rightfully called ‘Popular Now’, where you wrote about everything that was popular that week; including television shows, music, people, movies, and restaurants. Sometimes you got to go to fancy restaurants and club openings, movie premiers, and concerts. Despite your life long dream to be a front-page, investigative crime journalist, you enjoyed your job and the perks it offered. 

“You want to go grab a drink?” Baela asked, turning off her computer. She had a stack of fan mail in her hand. “We can read about all the horrible break ups that happened this past week.”

“As fun as that sounds,” you began. “I have to go to the grocery store before I head home. I’m making Linguine tonight. Aegon's favorite.” You said as you shut off your desk lamp and began stuffing some papers into you bag.

“Suit yourself,” she replied with a shrug. “I’ll ask Jace.”

“You two have fun, then!”

The streets were overcrowded with overworked city-dwellers who were desperate to get home. The wind had picked up significantly since that morning, numbing your face as you walked through the crowd of double-breasted, suit wearing men and women who were yakking on their phones about what was for dinner. Your tights did nothing to keep your knees from shaking, and you started to regret your decision to walk instead of call a cab. It would have only taken longer for the latter in the stop-and-go traffic of rush hour.

You tried to call Aegon once you got into the store to make sure that there wasn’t anything else he needed added to the list, but he didn’t answer. He barely ever did. He was almost always on his phone, taking business calls and messages for his father, but could never answer the phone for you. At this point you didn’t even bother leaving a message, knowing that he wouldn’t take the time to return it.

After you had made your way through the aisles with your basket in hand, you walked towards the checkout lanes, only to find two long lines that were moving much, too slow. Your foot tapped impatiently against the floor as you waited. You turned your head slightly, watching as more and more patrons continued to line up with their carts. You noticed the gentleman standing behind you with only one item. He looked oddly familiar, but you shrugged him off as just being another hipster guy with long hair.

"Would you like to go in front of me?" You asked him politely.

The corners of his lips turned into a small smile as he eyed your basket. "I appreciate the gesture," his voice was smooth. "Are you sure you don't mind?" You shook your head and stepped to the side for him to move in front of you. "Thank you."

"Of course," you responded.

The line was still moving painfully slow; coming to a halt as the cashier called for a manager on the overhead speaker over the price of a shampoo bottle. Your eyes perused the magazines on the shelf to your left, glossing over the headlines and laughing to yourself at the more ridiculous ones. As you continued to wait, you couldn't help but steal another glance at the man now standing in front of you. Your eyes must have lingered a little longer than they should've, tracing across his sharp features, because you were brought back to reality when you heard him clear his throat- his steely gaze returning yours.

"I'm sorry," you confessed to him as your cheeks grew warm. "You just look so incredibly familiar and I can't put my finger on it- have we met?"

"You're implying that I'm forgettable," he responded with a smirk. "I don't think we have, I would certainly remember if we had as there is nothing forgettable about you." Your blush only intensified as he held his hand out and took your hand into his. "I'm Aemond."

"Y/N," you replied, fingers curing around his. "Wait, Aemond?" It finally clicked. This was Aegon's brother that you had never met due to the fact that he was always traveling for business. You had only seen his picture on your refrigerator a million times. Only, in the picture he was about twenty years younger, his cheeks were more plump, and he had both eyes. "You're Aegon's brother, there's a picture of the two of you as kids on our fridge."

"You must be his lady, then." He replied and you thought you could hear a hint of disappointment in his voice. You hadn't even realized that he was still holding on to your hand until he dropped it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," you smiled as he placed his item onto the conveyor belt as the line began to move again. "Aegon says that you are always traveling for work? How long are you in town for?"

“I actually got promoted,” he replied and you placed the plastic divider on the belt, signaling to the cashier where his order stopped and yours began. "I’m home for good now.”

“Oh that’s great!” You exclaimed. “You should come by some time. I’m sure Aegon would love to see you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled as he handed his card to the cashier. “I will.” He took his bag from the end of the counter and looked back at you one last time before taking his receipt from the cashier. “I’ll see you around, then.” 

You nodded as the cashier asked if you had your discount card.  

Aegon wasn’t home when you got there, and you reveled in coming home to an empty apartment. It was so quiet; no loud television or hour long conversations with his financial advisers about the business. Just the sounds of boiling water and the sizzling of shrimp in the frying pan. 

It was peaceful.

You stood in front of the refrigerator staring at the small photo of Aegon and his brother held to the stainless steel with a smiley face magnet. Aemond's freckles and messy hair, Aegon's toothy grin and mischievous eyes as they pulled funny faces for the camera. Aegon didn't talk about his brother much, but you knew that he missed him.

“Yeah man! It’ll be great to have you around again.” You heard the front door open shortly after you drained the noodles, signaling that Aegon was home. The door slammed behind him, followed by the thud of his briefcase on the living room floor. “You should definitely come by soon,” he said loudly into his phone. Moments later, he joined you in the kitchen and placed a kiss on the side of your cheek without saying a word and then headed up the stairs to change into something more comfortable. “I can’t wait for you to meet, Y/N. You’re going to love her, brother.”

You smiled to yourself as you pushed the shrimp around in the pan one last time before shutting off the heat. Everything looked and smelled amazing, and you couldn’t wait for Aegon to try it. You had the table completely set up; white wine, the nice plates that were only for when there was company, and the candles were burning. 

“Hey babe,” he said as he stepped back into the kitchen. “That was Aemond. He’s back in town for good now, he’s going to come for dinner Friday night.”

“That’s great!” You replied, and Aegon picked a plate off of the table. 

“He’s excited to finally meet you.” He was grinning from ear to ear. “I was thinking maybe you could invite Baela?” he followed up as he sat the plate on the counter next to you and moved to grab a bottle of beer from the fridge. “So that you have someone to talk to if we get caught up in catching up."

“Y-yeah,” you replied with your back to him, wondering why Aemond didn’t mention your run-in at the grocery store. “That sounds like a great idea.” You placed the pot on the kitchen table with an oven mitt underneath and took to your usual seat. 

Aegon, still standing, hurriedly fixed himself a plate and popped a shrimp in his mouth. “Mm, this is delicious. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to eat in the office. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” He told you quickly and dashed up the stairs.

Before you could say anything, he was already gone.

You took a sip from your wine glass and sighed, staring at the dinner you had prepared. Despite how hungry you might have been before you cooked dinner, your appetite seemed to have completely vanished. You didn’t even bother to fix yourself a plate, just finished your wine instead before standing up and putting the leftovers away. 

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 3

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pairing: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise with the band as Otto Hightower runs them ragged with recording the album. You and Aegon come to a breaking point (no like for real this time you swear).

rating: Explicit

warnings: spicy stuff below the cut, choking, p in v, language, physical fighting, y'all if this isn't your thing I beg you just scroll past

word count: 4.8k

note: what an innocent lil gif for this part lmao hope you enjoy it!! loving writing this story and reading your reblogs & comments 💚

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You text Cregan when you get back to the apartment. You received an eager text from him almost immediately after entering your Uber. Baela egged you on, Rhaena laughing maniacally as she did. Truly a menacing pair the two of them can be. 

“He liiiiikes you,” Rhaena slurred, shaking her hips, “seriously you should have seen him watching while we were dancing. Practically drooling”

Heat floods to your cheeks as you remember Aemond’s gaze, the way he was watching you. The feeling of his hand on your arm. 

Jesus Christ. The drinks have gone to your head tonight because there is no way you’re blushing, no way your thighs are clenching together at the thought of Aemond Targaryen.

“Text him this! Text him this,” Baela says, holding her hands out for dramatic effect, “please Cregan, fuck me till I can’t remember the name of my shitty ex.”

You throw a pillow at Baela who catches it with ease, stuffing it under her elbows. 

“Bae you are in rare form tonight!” you accuse, laughing all the same. Baela groans, stuffing her face into the pillow.

“I just want my girl to get some!” she says, voice muffled by the pillow. Rhaena laughs, reaching into a bag of chips you all have been sharing. Baela lifts her head, eyes wide. 

“When is the last time you were fucked?” Baela demands to know, pointing a finger at you. 

You remember. A few weeks ago. After a heated argument, of course. You and Aegon had made up, leading to angry sex in his room. 

“Couple weeks ago I guess-” you begin to answer but Baela shakes her head. 

“No no no,” she says, “when was the last time you were fuuucked.”

You glance at Rhaena who is stifling a laugh, watching her buzzed sister speak her words of wisdom.

“Bae, we are not following,” Rhaena says snickering. Baela rolls her eyes, and takes a sip from the water bottle she keeps on her nightstand. 

“You know what I mean,” Baela continues, “like really fucked, like the kind of sex that makes your brain leak from your ears. Earth shattering. Mind blowing.”

You understand what she means. Maybe in the earlier days of your relationship with Aegon it had been like that. Passionate, raw, love making. But you hate to admit, it hasn’t been like that in a while. Even with the anger. 

“I don’t know,” you tell her, a nervous smile on your lips, “a while, I guess.”

Baela nods, like she already knew the answer. 

“So text this burly, beefy man,” she begins, “and get, fuuucked.”

“Okay crazy!” you tell her, snagging a chip from Rhaena, “I will, not tonight though.”

Baela reaches for the chips, Rhaena holds the bag out to her. 

“Thank you! Finally,” Baela says.

The rest of the night is spent giggling and sharing stories until the sun begins to peek through the clouds. Only then do you find sleep, and for the first time in weeks it is utterly blissful. 

It was Baela who found herself at the studio early before the rest of the band arrived. Lounging on the couch she helped herself to an old issue of Cosmopolitan, flipping through the glossy pages. Snickering she dogeared a page to show you when you arrived. 

The doors open Aemond strutting through them. Even his walk is arrogant. 

“Found him,” Aemond said. 

Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled. 

“Where was he?” Baela asks. 

Aemond glances around the room. 

“Y/N here?” 

Baela shakes her head, not looking up from her magazine. 

“Not yet, she’ll be here soon.”

“Silk Street,” Aemond says. 

Baela’s head snaps up. The fucking strip club. She meets Aemond’s eye, his expression nonchalant. Baela’s mouth twists into anger as she turns her head to look at Aegon, who now sits on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands. 

Baela rises from the couch, moving towards him.

“You piece of shit,” she says, curling her magazine and reeling backward, ready to strike him. 

Aemond is quicker. He sprints forward grabbing her wrist, and twisting her away from his brother. 

“I know,” Aegon moans looking up, eyes glassy, “you should fucking let her.”

“Let me go!” Baela says, tugging free from Aemond. 

Luke enters from the other room, hearing the commotion. His eyes widen as he sees Aegon and takes in the scene in front of him.

“Leave her alone!” Luke says, moving to stand between Baela and Aemond. 

Aemond looks at Luke incredulously.

“Fuck off,” Aemond says pushing Luke away from him. 

Jace enters next with Helaena, watching as Luke stumbles backward. Helaena’s face crumples in confusion at the scene, as Baela grabs a vase attempting the launch it at Aegon. Helaena dashes forward, hands around the glass as Baela struggles against her grip. 

“Stop!” Jace says coming to his brother’s aid, and pushing Aemond in the chest. 

Aemond smiles at him, as though he was waiting for an excuse to release his frustration on the brothers. He pushes Jace who falls to the floor. 

Luke moves to get towards Aemond once more, and Aegon leaps from the stage, grabbing Luke by the scruff of the neck and slamming him against the body of the piano. 

“Aegon, stop!” Rhaena says as she enters the room amidst the chaos. 

Baela stands between Jace and Aemond, as they continue to taunt each other. 

You are the last to arrive, hurrying faster down the hallway at the sound of yelling. Your eyes widen at the fighting. 

“Aegon!” you yell, running over to pull him off of Luke. 

“Stop! Everyone stop it!” Baela shouts, as Otto Hightower enters the room and everyone falls silent. 

Otto has that energy about him, his presence like a soothing balm on a burn. Aemond stands straighter immediately, Aegon backing up a few paces. Luke rubs his jaw which now glows red. 

“Hardly the behavior of professionals,” Otto says in a chilling voice, “let alone a family.”

“Sorry,” Jace mutters, looking towards the floor. 

Rhaena grabs your hand, directing you towards the sofa. Helaena is the only one who approaches Otto, arms open to embrace him. 

“Thanks for coming,” she says, voice dreamlike, holding none of the stress that the room holds. 

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Otto tells her, “and it needs to be done quickly. I don’t want any more fighting. Nothing that delays this being completed, is that clear?”

Aegon cracks his jaw, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. Aemond jerks his head in a quick nod. Jace is glaring at Aemond, but nods as well, his younger brother following his example. 

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, putting a finger under Helaena’s chin. 

She smiles at him, a whimsical expression on her face. Her smile isn’t a happy one, it is rather melancholic. 

“Of course,” Helaena murmurs, and Otto walks by her, to stand in front of Aegon. 

Aegon does not meet his gaze, looking anywhere but Otto. Otto looks down at him, taking in Aegon’s disheveled state. He can smell the lingering booze, see the glitter that speckles his flesh like small diamonds catching the light. Even from across the room you notice the fresh hickies that adorn Aegon’s neck causing your stomach to turn. 

Otto makes a face of disgust before speaking. 

“And you,” he says, looking at the man in front of him. 

Aegon lifts his red-rimmed eyes towards his grandfather. Otto reaches a hand out, fingers brushing against Aegon’s swollen cheekbone. Aegon winces at his touch. 

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, his voice eerily calm. Aegon’s lower lip trembles, but he nods all the same. 

“Aegon, Helaena, come with me,” Otto says, starting towards the door, “I want recordings of isolated vocals, and the rest of the band ready to record in two hours.” 

He stops at the door. 

“707 King’s Road. Two hours,” Otto finishes, signaling to Aegon and Helaena. 

Helaena hurriedly collects her notebooks and pens, shoving them into her canvas tote. Aegon looks towards you, his eyes glassy as he meets your furious expression. He’s cheated. Again. Well is it really cheating at this point? 

In your mind you have broken up, but Aegon was still running around under the impression that you are still a couple. Do you even have a leg to stand on? You did give Cregan your number. You don’t even know what to say at this point, but luckily you don’t have to. Helaena moves toward her brother, lacing her fingers through his. 

“Okay?” she asks, searching the face of her elder brother. 

“Uh-huh,” Aegon says, as she begins to lead him from the room. And then they are gone. 

The room is silent for a moment. Baela looks at you, as Rhaena moves towards Luke. 

“Shit, Luke, your face,” she says, bringing a hand to touch his swollen jaw. Luke flinches, but lets her examine him. 

“His fucking fault,” he snaps, glaring at Aemond. 

Aemond tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for a reason to continue fighting.  

“He was attacking Baela!” Luke continued, and Aemond moves towards him. 

“Stop it!” Baela shouts, commanding the attention of the room, “no one attacked me. I attacked Aegon if anything.”

“Aegon?” you say, speaking for the first time since arriving, “why?”

Baela looks at you, before her eyes briefly glance at Aemond. You turn to face him. 

“What?” you question. 

You hate feeling like there is a secret in the room that everyone is aware of but you. Aemond meets your eyes but doesn’t say anything. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“He was at Silk Street,” Baela says reluctantly, “that’s where he was all night.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, an aching numbness settling deep within your bones. You can’t do this. You can’t do this anymore. 

“I’m going home,” you announce, heading for the door.

“I’ll come with you,” Baela says, hurrying after you. 

“No, Bae its okay,” you tell her, “go help them get ready. I’ll just be at the apartment.”

“Are you sure? Rhae and I-”

“I just need some time alone,” you tell her, “I’ll be okay. Promise.”

Baela nods, but lets you go. Jace comes up behind her as you leave through the door. 

“She’ll be okay,” Jace says, rubbing her shoulders. 

Baela nods, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Aemond is still glaring at Luke who now sits on the stage as Rhaena presses an icepack against his chin. 

You don’t speak to Aegon for a few days. Not that you’d get far. Otto probably has him locked in the recording box until getting the perfect take. 

You always knew the feud was serious when Rhaenyra went solo, but now with an actual album in the works blood was bound to be spilt. Otto would keep Dracarys in the studio all night if it meant getting the song recorded before Rhaenyra. 

It wasn’t all bad. You needed some time to think, to really wrack your head for what you wanted. It was good to spend time at your old apartment, your old room. It made your head clearer. So when Aegon finally texted you, you knew what you had to do. 

The studio was quiet when you arrived, save for the soft strumming of a guitar. You found Aegon sitting on the couch, fingers strumming his guitar, softly singing to himself. His eyes lit up when you walked into the room.

“Hey,” he says, placing the guitar to the side.

“Hey,” you answer, coming to sit beside him.

You suddenly wish you had changed your mind about what to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you had settled with a dress, with black tights covering your legs. The weather was getting colder and you were grateful for the warmth they provided. But you notice Aegon’s eyes roam up your legs, and worry for a moment you’ll simply forgive him, straddling him on the couch.

“How’s the album coming?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence. 

“A fucking nightmare,” Aegon laughs, “but we did it, we recorded it all. Without killing each other.”

You smile at that. You always wanted the band to succeed. 

“Otto’s throwing a party to celebrate, at the Dragonpit,” Aegon tells you. 

Your eyes widen at that. The Dragonpit is a huge club, for really fancy patrons. Rich mafia dudes, as Baela would say. 

“That’s really cool, Aeg,” you tell him and you mean it. You truly are happy for him.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N),” Aegon says with tears in his eyes, “I don’t know why I keep fucking up, but I do.”

Your eyes fill with tears. At least Aegon knows where this is headed. 

“I really did love you,” Aegon tells you, his smile half-hearted. 

You find your lip trembling. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone properly,” he admits, slowly finding the words, “but I tried my best.”

You run your hand through his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. Aegon closes his eyes at your touch. 

Now is the moment. You could stay. You have done it before. You could lean into the man in front of him, soothing him. Wipe the tears from his face. Hold him in your arms and cradle him until he falls asleep. 

But you are tired. And you want to go home. The resistance falls from your limbs, a tension you were only partially consciously aware of leaves you. You sigh deeply, giving him a sad smile. 

“I know you did,” you tell him. Aegon’s eyes are glassy as he studies your face. As you step away from him. You are diverging from the path he is familiar with. 

“I loved you too,” you whisper. 

Aegon nods, his lips downturned. 

“Do you want to come with me?” you ask, more out of courtesy than thinking he will agree. 

He shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says, forcing a smile, “I think I’m gonna crash here for the night. Don’t want to be late for rehearsal in the morning.”

“Okay,” you tell him, getting up from the sofa to leave. 

“Friday night,” he calls, “you’re still my date. For the party.”

You smile sadly at him. 

“You sure you want me there?”

“Of course I do. You’re a part of this too.”

“Okay. I’ll be there,” you tell him, causing him to smile. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye Aegon.” 

You cry the entire ride home. You didn’t think you would, but as you sat behind the wheel it was as though a dam broke lose and everything came crashing down. But at the same time, the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders. 

You don’t know what made you drive to Aegon’s apartment.You just want this to be over, grab what remains of your things and quietly disappear from his life. You stayed in your car several minutes after you parked before heading up the apartment. 

The lights are off when you enter the apartment, save for the light above the stove that is seemingly always on. There are muffled voices from down the hall, a giggle. As you close the door behind you, you hear the voices from Aemond’s room go silent. 

Shit. 

You had hoped he wasn’t home. You don’t need more humiliation that comes with packing what little things you have left here. 

You walk slowly, the baseboards creaking under your foot. You hear Aemond’s bedroom door open. 

Fuck. 

You look up from the floor, wincing. Your embarrassed expression soon fades to one of shock as Rhaena walks towards you from the hall. 

She is smiling brightly, wearing one of Aemond’s shirts. You know it's his, you’ve seen him wear it. It falls past her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare.  

“Hey Y/N,” she says, voice shaking, trying to appear nonchalant. She bites her bottom lip, widening her eyes as if to say finally.

You can’t seem to find your voice as she collects her purse and slips on her shoes. 

“I’ll call you later, yeah?” she says, tossing her locs over her shoulder. Her cheeks are rosy, lips bruised. She places a hand to her mouth, blowing you a quick kiss before scurrying out the door. You watch the door close behind her, lips still parted in shock.

You turn back towards the hall. Aemond has exited his room, standing shirtless in the hallway. His dark gray sweats hang low on his hips, displaying the sharp v-line that disappears below his waistline. 

“Seriously?” you tell him, finding your voice at last, “Rhaena? Aemond come on.”

His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall. 

“She really likes you, you prick,” you tell him, anger coursing through your veins, heating your face. 

The sadness and hurt that had been in your entire being moments ago has been replaced with white hot rage. 

“So?” he says, strolling into the kitchen, and grabbing a glass. He fills it with water and takes a sip before meeting your eyes. 

“So?” you imitate him, head tilting to the side, “so this is going to crush her.” 

You can’t believe the nerve he has, to stand there so calmly. He exhales, lips turning into a smile as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, silver hair cascading down his back. 

“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”

“It is a big deal Aemond,” you say, voice increasing in volume, “Fuck. Why would you do that?”

You always knew Aemond wasn’t the nicest person, but part of you hoped deep down he had some sense of empathy. Especially since he brushed Rhaena off all these years. You thought he understood her feelings for him. A thought rushes to your mind. 

“You did this because of Luke,” you told him, and he placed his glass on the counter, resting his hands against the edge. The muscles in his back ripple as his hair falls over his face.  

You felt your shoulders relax, knowing your realization is correct. What an asshole.  

“You’re gonna mess with Rhaena’s head, just to fuck with Luke?” you ask him, running a hand through your hair. Aemond says nothing, just taps his long fingers against the counter. 

“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”

Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you. 

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”

Your nostrils flare with anger and you swear you see red. You step closer to him, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your chests almost touching. 

“Rhaena is my friend,” you tell him, voice low in warning. 

You stare at each other for a beat, neither moving nor backing down. Gods you fucking hate him. At least ending things with Aegon means you never have to interact with Aemond Targaryen ever again. 

“Go to bed,” he repeats, voice dripping with hostility, as you shake your head. 

“I’m not staying.”

A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features. 

“Why?”

“We broke up,” you tell him, and continue before he can argue, “really. Like for good this time.”

Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak. 

“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice. 

You look away first. Who cares about this stupid stalemate anymore? You’re so done with Targaryen men. You turn on your heel prepared to leave the kitchen when Aemond speaks. 

“You know what I think?” he says softly, and you look at him once more. 

He wets his lips, a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wait for him to speak, anticipation causing your skin to blossom with goosebumps. 

“I don’t think you’re mad I fucked Rhaena,” he tells you and you shake your head, opening your mouth to argue, your eyes narrowing. 

Of course that’s why you are mad, what is he talking about?

“I think you’re mad I didn’t fuck you,” he says slowly. 

Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the air evaporates from your lungs. Your heart beats erratically in your chest and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. 

“You’re jealous,” he practically purrs, as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, flooding them with color. 

The air in the kitchen feels so hot, it’s as though it is melting the flesh from your bones. You’re not jealous, why would you be jealous? No, no that doesn’t make any sense. He’s just saying that to mess with you, to make you confused. 

“Fuck you,” you whisper, still frozen to the spot. 

Your chest heaves with your breath. There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.

“I didn’t sleep with Rhaena,” he tells you and you blink in surprise. 

Your heart nearly stops beating. 

“What?”

“We made out,” he admits, grinning smugly as he shrugs, “she wanted to be more comfortable so I gave her my shirt.”

The nerves you felt a moment ago are replaced by fury yet again. He tricked you, and now he has humiliated you. In the neverending battle between you and Aemond, it appears Aemond has finally won. His smile is triumphant as he takes in your reaction. 

You clench your jaw, preparing yourself for being the butt of the joke, before rolling your eyes at him. 

“You are such a dick,” you tell him, your tone defeated as you turn away from him in surrender. 

Aemond reaches out, grabs your arm, and forces you to face him. 

“Oh, fuck off-” you begin to say when he presses his lips against yours. 

The kiss is brief and sears your lips. You pull away immediately, staring at him, eyes wide. Aemond stares back at you, not releasing your arm. 

Holy shit.

Your lips tingle and you don’t let your thoughts catch up with you as you lean forward, crashing your lips to his again. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you as he molds his mouth over yours. 

His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, securing his mouth to yours. Aemond turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hot tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you against the counter, caging you against it with his hips.

A soft wine leaves your throat, swallowed by Aemond’s pouty lips, as you feel the hardness between his legs push against you. Aemond’s hands move to cup under your ass, squeezing harshly as he lifts you with ease onto the counter. 

He brings his hands between you both, slender fingers pushing your thighs open. You wrap your legs around his waist as he does, your legs a vice around him. His fingers stroke the fabric of your tights, right against your most sensitive spot, before hooking onto the material and tearing them at the seam. 

He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit. 

Aemond continues kissing you relentlessly as he does so, its a desperate mess of clashing tongues and teeth. You nip at his lower lip earning a groan from him that only encourages you further. You move your hands from his hair, pulling down his sweatpants at the waist. You feel his freed cock, hot and heavy against your hand. 

Your eyes flutter open then, as you take him in your hand, shamefully impressed at the generous length and girth. Aemond meets your eyes, violet eye half-lidded, lips bruised from kissing. He releases a moan as you pump your hand around him, stroking his thick length once, twice. 

You barely think, mind clouded with lust as you guide him towards your throbbing center. Aemond’s nimble fingers loop through your lace underwear, pulling it to the side. You feel the fat head of his cock kiss between your slick lower lips, before he pushes into you. 

A strangled moan escapes your lips at the delicious stretch Aemond’s cock gives you. Delirious with the feeling of him splitting you open, you choose to ignore the smug grin that appears on his face as he bottoms out in your warm cunt. You can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction in the way his mouth drops open as your cunt pulsates, clenching around him. 

The way Aemond and you fuck is just like when you’re fighting one another. There is no time for being gentle. After a moment of adjusting Aemond pulls out, snapping his hips back into you again, again, and again. All you can do is hold onto him as he pounds into you, the edge of the counter biting into your lower back. Your fingers claw at him, surely drawing blood with how hard they scrape against the planes of his shoulders. Aemond’s mouth finds the junction of your shoulder and neck, and he sucks harshly on the skin. 

You can’t help the pathetic whimpers and cries that leave you at his merciless pace, at the way he keeps one hand wrapped around your thigh keeping you spread open against him. He keeps his other hand around your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. He lifts his face from your neck, watching his cock slide effortlessly in and out, coated in your arousal. Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face. 

Every drive of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the head of his cock rubbing against the spongy spot within you that makes stars appear in your eyes. Holy fuck you hadn’t been fucked like this in forever. Maybe ever at all. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Aemond growls, hand squeezing against your throat.

The loss of air makes your head spin, as Aemond continues his vigorous strokes. The apartment is silent aside from the lewd, wet slapping noises that echo throughout the kitchen. 

His pace never relents, even as he releases your throat and forces his fingers through your parted lips into your warm mouth. He groans as you suck the lengthy digits, before removing them from your mouth and bringing them to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. A pleasurable juxtaposition to the brutal pace of his cock.  

You feel your lower stomach tighten, a wave of pleasure beginning to crest within you. Your fingers desperately claw at his bicep.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you squeak, a breathy desperate moan. You bite your lip, stifling the next moan that manages to slip through; it comes out as a broken sob. Aemond raises an eyebrow at you, a cocky lopsided grin appearing on his face. 

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.

God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.

But he feels so fucking good inside you, working you closer and closer toward your orgasm. It's like he knows exactly how to touch you like he’s been thinking of touching you like this and preparing for the moment he does. His free hand tangles in your hair, tugging your neck backward and making you look towards the ceiling. Aemond licks a hot path up your throat, before biting harshly on your ear. 

With a strangled cry, your pussy clenches around his cock, and the world around shatters, bathing you in white hot pleasure. Aemond hums against your neck, as his thrusts become sloppier. As his pace begins to slow, you feel him release inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your inner walls as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Thank god you're on birth control. 

You feel Aemond’s hand release from your hair, your neck relaxing. You drop your hands from his back as he rests his forehead against yours. You swallow, trying to regulate your breathing that leaves your lips in pants. Aemond releases his hands from you, pulling his softening cock from within you, clutching the counter so hard his knuckles turn white. 

You feel despairingly empty as he unsheaths himself from your warmth, breath catching when he is fully parted from you. Aemond and you lock eyes, your cheeks beginning to flush as you come down from your respective highs. Warmth trickles down your between your thighs, as your place your shaky legs on the ground.

You just slept with Aemond Targaryen. 

Shit. 

Aegon’s fucking brother. Your heart drops. 

Shit.

Rhaena.

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"Luv, I've been thinking..."👨🏿❤️👨🏾

Miles blinks at his boyfriend being confused, "What?" He asked unsure if he heard him well.

Hobie let out a low chuckle being amused of his twenty year old looking so surprised. "Sunflower, I said I've been thinking about you detangling my wicks. It's been a long time since I got to see my hair loose- I dunno maybe try a new style."

"But, bae! I love your Wicks! They are so cool, and different!" Miles gasps in shock, then he touches his boyfriend's hair to check it, "Mmm, it won't be bad detangling this... we can see your hair health."

"You're curious how I'll look, huh?"

"YEAH!" His Sunflower said out loud, "Dude, look at all this hair! And if we detangle your wicks, I bet your hair will got past your waist!"

"You think?" Hobie chuckles at the way his boyfriend touches his hair being excited yet scared.

"I know so. I've been doing your hair for how long?"

"For years, Sunflower. That's why I want you to detangle it." The punker holds Miles' hand placing it close to his heart, "I want you to decided a new style. Say next step in our relationship, huh?"

His cute boyfriend shyly flustered by his charms, "Oh... Okay. But papí, you don't need to change your hairstyle."

"Mmm, I think it's time." He rests his hands on the twenty three year old's waist, "You changed your hair. Beautiful twists, and I want sumthin' different."

"Al-ll-right, bae." His boyfriend finally agreed, "But don't get mad at me if you don't like it."

"I would never be mad at you, Sunflower." Hobie leans over for a gentle kiss.

On Saturday, it was already noon Hobie came early in the morning so his beautiful Sunflower can start detoxing his Wicks and doing a deep cleanse before detangling his wicks. It was time for a refresh, the punker still thinking about a hairstyle. Should he keep it the same or try something new?

Miles rubs the sweat off his forehead, getting a tail comb. He took a deep breath, "Man, I'm so nervous. I never done this before."

"It'll be fine, Sunflower. I believe in you." Hobie sat on his chair being front of the television to keep his busy.

Little Billie playing around, then she went over to grab her cup filled with Sprite. She drinks it as she watches her brother working on Hobie's hair, her own hair was styled last night. Her brother gave her pink, yellow, and white flower barrettes with three big braids. She wore a little onesies with a tutu and white socks having to playing around in the living room.

From all her games, she became super the parched for soda. Thanks to Miles, he ordered burgers and fries for lunch. Billie happily went to her small table and her small chair to finish up her small burger and french fries. "Mmm, yummy!" She had her eyes glue on the television watching Kipo.

"You like your food, Boo-Boo?" Miles asked his little sister seeing munching on her lunch.

"Yeah, it's yummy!" Billie chews as she looks over at her brother and his boyfriend, "Obie, you like your burger?"

"Yes, luv. It's really good." Hobie had a big burger with bacon and three patties, "Mmm, luv. You know me so well."

Miles kisses his man on the cheek, "Hahaha, can't keep you going hungry, bae."

Hobie chuckles feeling his wicks being tugged and undone, it's a slow and long process. Honestly, Hobie would never do it himself since he never had the time or patience to do so. Luckily his Sunflower is willing to take the time to detangle.

Billie went over to watch her big brother undoing the punker hair as she drinks her soda, "Wow, it's a lot!" She said.

"Yeah, Hobie has a lot of hair. A LOT of hair. I wonder how long it is." Miles holds the loose strands of coily hair. A bit of strands fell off or tear off, but that normally happens with detangling Wicks and Dreads.

"You gots a loooooo-ooooo-oooo-onnnnngg way to go!" His little sister giggles going back to her spot to finish her meal.

Hobie said, "Hah, you're going to be here for a while, luv. You sure you can handle it?"

"Of course, I can handle it!" His boyfriend confidently said, "I wanna see how much hair you grown. I'm so curious, and man! You have thick full of hair, a lot of people would be jealous!" Ever since, Miles takes care of Hobie's hair, he would put oils and protective products for his man's Wicks, and there's been really good progress on his hair growth.

One of the biggest factors when it comes to Wicks, is always to loose the form on the ends of the scalp, if it's too tight that's when hair loss becomes a problem. Miles asked while he works on the first Wicks already being half way done it, "So, what kind of style you want, bae?"

"Not sure. I'm think thick dreads or maybe braids? How about twists?" Hobie asked his boyfriend still on the fence about his new hair styles. "Thinner Wicks? Hmm."

"Ohh, how looking them up!" His Sunflower handed him an iPad, "Type in Afropunk and maybe you'll find something you like. With all this 4c hair, we can do a fun full Afro with its natural form or let your hair good natural with care. You got so much hair... Oh maybe some dreads and braids?"

"Luv, this hairstyle looks bloody amazing." Hobie shows his boyfriend of a black man with his hairstyle into a shape of two long horns, "How about this, huh?"

"Bae, your Spider-man. How is your mask gonna take all that in?" Miles chuckles, "I wonder if he at the braid his hair and twist it around... how did he do it?"

"That's the fun part. Our hair is art, luv. You always give lil Billie, different designs and they are so beautiful." Hobie saw Billie hearing her name and happily showing off her cute braids.

Miles giggles, "Alright, I see you gurl. Look at Boo-boo strut."

Billie happily shows off her hair and pose like a model, "I'm not a role model. I'm a RUNWAY MODEL!"

Hobie laughs in amusement and claps, "Yes, lass!"

The little girl giggles before hugging her big brother's leg, "Hahaha, Miles! Miles! What did you think?"

"Amazing Billie! Mom and dad gotta see your poses." Miles cheers her on. His little sister's smiles widely having that radiant Morales smile with her big dark brown eyes.

Billie giggles being bashful on her big brother's praised. The punker chuckles at her cuteness,

After four hours of Miles detangling Hobie's hair, Billie would sometimes stand and watch while sipping on her brother's cup filled with Sprite. She finished her own cup, so she took her brother's instead. "There. We are just halfway there." Miles sighs as he cracks his neck and moving his shoulders feeling stiff.

Hobie had his 4c coil hair being detangled from his wicks, it shows it was long enough to reach to his elbows. Billie gawks at the length of Hobie's detangled hair, "Whoa! It's so long." Her hand touches the ends of the strands being so intrigue about the length of it. "Wow. Pretty!"

"Hahaha, yeah. Pretty hair." Miles picks his sister up so she can touch it, "Feels nice, right? It's so healthy."

"Yeah! I want it!" Billie said with determination, she wants her hair to be long like Hobie's.

"You have to patient with your hair, boo-boo. Hobie been have Wicks for a long time. When did you started, bae?"

"I believe I was thirteen when I first started having Wicks" Hobie rub his chin, "Maybe? I did use to have mohawk, braids, shave parts of my head here and there. Wicks just felt right to me."

Billie said to her brother, "Should I get wicks?"

"Not yet, boo-boo. You're still too young for those grown up hair styles. Right now, we need to focus on you growing a healthy set of hair and maintaining it. You're a bit tender headed."

"Tender-headed? Like chicken tenders?" She smacks her lips getting hungry.

Miles giggles as he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Mwah, I'll ask mom to make some."

"Yum!" She snuggles her brother seeing how he went to sit down for a bit. "Are you hungry, Miles?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Bae, you hungry?" Miles asked.

"Luv, I am starving! I need to eat something." Hobie went to the kitchen table to brag a bag of chips, he started to munch on it finishing up the bag then went for another bag. This time it's a bag of Cheetos puffs, Billie's favorite puffs.

"No, wait! Wait don't finish them all! I want some!" Billie scurry out of the couch and her brother's grasp hearing her bags of Cheetos puff being open. "Wait!"

Miles giggles, help his sister get down, "Boo-boo, it's fine. Hobie, bae, leave a bowl for her."

"Alright," Hobie smack his lips as he kept eating, he saw little Billie rushing over for her bowl, "Here, luv." He pour her a good amount of Cheetos puffs into a plastic bowl.

"Ohh, gracias." This was way more than what her mom likes to give her, she happily took her Cheetos puffs to munch on. "Mmm, Miles! Mimi! You want some!"

"I'm okay, boo-boo. I'm just tired." Miles wanted to relax before he can finish the rest of Hobie's wicks.

Hobie licking his fingers from the cheesy puffs left on his tips. "Mmm," He went to grab a can of coke to drink, "Luv, are you sure you don't want chips."

"Nah, i'm good, bae. I'm just resting a bit. Bae, don't eat too much junk food, you're gonna spoil yourself for dinner."

"Nah, love. I got this. I'm trying to maintain a settle fullness, you know?"

"A what?"

"Like not be so hungry. I need to sustain that." Hobie chug himself a can a coke then burps out loud making Billie laughs.

"Ew, bae." Miles turns his head over to say.

Hobie burp the alphabet making Billie laughs even louder, "Hahaha, he burps!"

Miles chuckles, "Bae, you're lucky my mom isn't here." He saw his punker boyfriend going over to him with a big grin.

"Luv, I can burp you a song."

"Hahaha, please don't." He finally got up from the couch, 'Break is almost up. Get your snacks." He never seen his man so quick to get a new bag of chips and two cans of soda to drink, scurry over to his seat. "Let's watch some stop motion on the telly, luv."

"Okay," Miles giggles, "Boo-boo, do you wanna watch Wallace and Gromit? Or you guys wanna watch Chicken Run?"

"Wallace and Gromit!" Hobie and Billie chimes together.

"Everybody knows the moon is made of Cheese, Gromit." Billie quoted a popular quote from the duos in a British accent.

Hobie chuckles, "Wensleydale Cheese!" He shove Doritos into his mouth then chug some cold soda down his throat.

Miles put on the movie, he saw Billie munching on her Cheetos puffs, "Boo-boo, you want a bit of soda?"

"Yus, please!"

"Okay, you want Sprite?"

"Umm... hmm," Billie took a moment, "Can i get juice?"

"Alright, I'll get you juice." He went to get her some cold Fruit Punch from Minute Maid in a sippy cup, went back to hand it to his little sister, "Here you go, boo-boo."

"Thank you." She happily got her sippy cup to drink.

Miles smiles as he went back to detangling the rest of Hobie's wicks. The other two had their eyes glue to the movie. The sounds of Hobie and Billie laughing at funny scenes with Wallace and Gromit. Hobie munches on the Sour cream and Onions bags of chips, "Hahaha, luv. Did you see that?"

"Uh huh," His Sunflower being focused on a thick wicks trying to be careful with the detangling process. A bit of hair will fall off, yet he wants to be extra careful.

Billie's fingers being covered in Cheetos dust, she calls out for her brother, "Mimi, I gots no napkins?"

"I'll get it for you, bebé." Miles stops what he's doing to get a damp paper towel, and went over to his baby sister to clean her fingers and mouth seeing the Cheetos dust all over. "Heh, was it yummy?"

"Uh huh, it was my favorite." Billie felt her hands and face being clean, she smacks her lips, "Yum. Yum! When we getting chicken tenders?"

"Soon, bebé. Mamí should be coming soon."

Just when he said that, Rio came walking in through the front door with her keys jiggling the lock. "Hola!"

"Hi, Mamí Morales." Hobie said.

"Hi, mamí." Miles answered being busy working on his boyfriend's hair.

"Mamí!" Billie happily got off the couch to run to her mom for a hug.

"Ay, mi bebé! You miss me?" Rio happily picks her up to kiss her on the cheek and hug her, "Ohh, I needed one of these. Ooohhh, mi vida."

Billie giggles, "Mamí! Mamí, yo quiero chicken tenders!"

"Oh? You hungry?"

"Uh huh!" She nodded, she snuggles her mom.

Rio said, "Alright, we got some chicken in the fridge I can prep for chicken tenders. What else? Hmm, arroz con habichuelas?"

"Mmm, sí y papitas!"

"Ohh, alright. Miles, your gonna help me?" Rio asked her oldest child for help, "Miles?"

"Hmph?" Miles answered but continued being busy.

Rio went over to her son and his boyfriend to see what they were doing, she let out a gasp being surprised at Hobie's long coily hair, "WOOW! You're detangling your hair, Hobie?"

"Yes, mamí Morales." Hobie nodded, "I want sumthin' different."

"How long you been working on this, mijo?" She looks at her son.

"Hah, all day." Miles gave a weak chuckle, "I want to at least detangle the rest of the wicks, today."

"I see, hmm." Rio knows that she needs time to prepare for making the chicken tenders and french fries, she held Billie in her arms and asked, "Bebé, what if we ask a tu papí va a compra chicken tenders y papitas, hmm?"

"OKay!" Billie nodded, she already got her mom's Smartphone from her pocket.

"Huh? How did you get that?" Rio asked being surprised at her baby girl being so quick to get her phone.

"Secret." She giggles then calls her dad through FaceTime.

Miles and Hobie snickers seeing Billie already calling her dad, Rio stood being amazed at her little girl. Jeff answer the FaceTime, "Rio, baby? What is it?" The Chief of the Police Department saw his baby girl on screen.

"Hi, daddy!" Billie said out loud.

"Hi, princess! What does your mom want?"

"Hello, mi amor." Rio leans over to be in the FaceTime, "I didn't call you. Your daughter wants to ask you for something."

"Oh yeah, what is it, baby girl?" Jeff asked

Billie giggles, "Daddy! Daddy, I want chicken tenders and french fries!"

"OH yeah, what else?" Jeff asked.

"Umm..." She shrugs, "Please and thank you!"

"You should go to Rico's Chicken and get the family pack." Rio rubs her chin, "I would like a Chicken sandwich!"

"Oh, I'll take the Deluxe Chicken Sandwich too!"

"I'll like two, pops!" Hobie chimes in.

Jeff taking notes, "Alright. Alright. Was that Hobie? He's over?"

"Yup!" Rio said.

"Might get three the way that boy eats." Jeff mutters, "What about sides, babe."

"I always like their Mac n Cheese and mashed potatoes and gravy."

"Their coleslaw is pretty sweet." Miles reminded his dad, "Remember how we left in the fridge for a month."

"Right. Okay, I think I got. Get the family pack with a bucket of chicken tenders a side of french fries, mac n cheese, and mashed potatoes with gravy. Then six deluxe chicken sandwiches."

"Thank you, papí." Rio happily said.

"Thanks, dad!" Miles said.

Billie happily said, "Gracias, daddy!"

"Thanks, pops." Hobie happily said out loud.

Jeff chuckles, "Your welcome. I'll be home soon."

"Bye, mi amor." Rio blew kisses to her husband, and Billie copied.

"Bye-bye!" She waves happily before her dad hangs up.

"Well, I think I'll go take a shower before tu papí comes over. I smell like the hospital." Rio put her daughter down to let her watch her movie.

Miles chuckles with his right hand loosely running through Hobie's hair to feel any knots. He saw his boyfriend leaning his head back to see him, "What? What's so funny?" Miles saw him chuckling.

"Nuthin'. Just love seeing you." Hobie puckered his lips expecting a kiss.

Miles giggles, "You goofy, bae." His hand cup his boyfriend's face and gave him small kisses. They snicker together at how silly they can be together.

Billie saw this and became jealous, "No! Nononono! Me! MEEEE!" She crawls up on Hobie's leg then stood on his lap to push his face away from her brother. "Besos. Besos, Miles!" She pucker her lips wanting to kiss her brother's cheek.

"Awe, okay." Miles picks his little sister up letting her kiss his cheek and he kisses her cheek back. "Boo-boo, I gotta share kisses with my boyfriend, too."

"No! Besitos are for me." She pouts, she snuggles against her brother being greedy. "Mi hermano."

"And he's my boyfriend, lass." Hobie teased. The two went at it while Miles rolled his eyes.

"Bleh!" Billie sticks her tongue out at Hobie, being annoyed with him.

Hobie sticks his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing, "Blurgh!" Mostly taunting her, while the little girl sits on his lap.

Miles shook his head as he keep working on detangling his boyfriend's hair. "You guys are so silly." He snickers.

"MMM!" Billie and Hobie playfully sticks their tongue at Miles, who stuck his tongue back at them.

After two hours, Miles finally detangle all of his boyfriend's wicks. "Wow!" Billie awes at the massive amount of hair Hobie has. It's so coily and long, she knew it would be longer if it was straight. Her hands touches his hair, "Rapunzal!"

"Hahaha, he is giving Rapunzal, huh, Billie?" Her older brother said while his hands ran through Hobie's hair to make sure no leftover wicks and clumps of loose hairs left behind. Then, he took a detangle brush made for Type 4 hair, then began brushing through once he spray a bottle filled water mix leave in conditioner. Just a bit to have the detangle brush being ran through with ease.

"Oh, wow. This brush is fantastic." Hobie felt the brush ran through his hair without any struggle. "Heh, me sis used to fight with the comb when she brushes through my hair."

"Your hair does take a while to detangle, but this brush is a life saver." Miles saw the loose hairs clumping on the brush. "I can't believe this is how much hair you have! It's unreal, bae."

"Heh, I can't wait to see myself in the mirror." The punker said, it's been a long time since he seen his hair down.

Rio finally came out of her bedroom after she finished showering and wore some comfy house wear; a simple oversize t-shirt and sweat pants. Her damp hair shows off her curls.

"Mamá!" Billie shouted for her attention.

"Oh wow, is that Hobie?" Rio's eyes widen at the punker's hair being down, yet so much volume and full of thick hair.

"Yes, mamí Morales." Hobie grins widely.

Miles finishes up brushing his boyfriend's hair, "Whoa, finally done! Look at all this hair." He took the clumps of loose hair from his brush and tools.

His mom went over to gasp, "Dios mio! That's a lot of hair... it's from the Wicks?"

"Yeah, detangling it... sometimes some hair fall off."

Rio went to touch Hobie's hair, "Let me give good luck. My mother use to touch my hair to give it life."

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked.

"Yeah, I know some of Latino friends do this too." Rio hums, she saw Hobie's hair so healthy, so well maintained that it already has this shine to it. "But it looks like you don't need it, my son had already put so much love and care on to your hair."

Billie took a strand to wave it, "Rapunzal! Let down your long hair!" She happily shakes Hobie's hair seeing how long and beautiful it is. "Wow."

"Any hairstyles you're thinking of bae?" Miles asked his boyfriend.

Rio asked, "Your already gonna stylized it. Oh no, let it down for a bit. It's been how long since his natural hair breathes."

"Uh! Nooo, leave it. Leave it, hermano." Billie's eyes widen in shock, she whines wanting Hobie's 4c long hair all down in all its glory. "Beautiful."

Hobie chuckles, "You like my hair, huh lil Blu?"

"Yus, it's so boo-ti-full!"

Miles giggles, "Well, I guess we can leave it like till tomorrow."

"That's fine. Besides, I get to show off my lavishing hair." The punker flipping his hair side to side feeling like those hair models from those shampoo commercial.

Billie giggles with her hands clapping together at the pretty hair. Hobie looks so majestic. Miles let his boyfriend's hair dry it wasn't long till Mr. Morales came home with food.

Jeff saw Billie being the first one to hug him, "Papa!"

Rio watching Miles brush through Hobie's hair once more. "Hola, mi amor."

"Hello ya'll. Whoa..." Jeff saw Hobie's long hair being surprised, "Getting ready for a KISS concert?"

"Hahaha, dad be nice. Look at how long his hair is."

"Maybe Hobie can give you some, papa." Billie said.

Rio chuckles getting up from the couch to give a kiss to her husband, "Oh remember when you use to have an Afro, mi amor."

"Yeah, that's when I decided to be different," Jeff set all the food on the table then pick up Billie who taps his buzz cut head.

Hobie stood showing off how long his hair is, it's so long that it reached to his waist. "Wow," Billie's eyes widen with her two little hands on her cheeks.

Jeff said, "Whoa, have you thought about cutting it?"

Miles, Rio and Billie shouted, "NO!"

Hobie chuckles. "I work so hard to keep this hair healthy, dad. This is as much my hair than Hobie's!"

"Ay no, he grew all that hair to be cut off. No way, he needs to keep it long! You know, how many people would love to have his hair, Jeff!" Rio said to her husband.

Hobie chuckles, "Really? I always got hated for it."

"Nah, bae. Your hair is freakin' nice. You'll be surprised how many would love to hair it that long." Mile's touches his man's hair again, "I love it. It's nice to see you having to show off your natural hair in all it's glory."

"I love it, too!" Billie said out loud.

"Well, never mind what I said then. Anyway, let's eat before the food gets cold."

"I'll get the plates ready."

Billie said, "I wanna help."

Jeff said to his baby girl, "Let's get the cups, pumpkin."

Miles had Hobie sit back down, "Let me put your hair in a bun." He had carefully tied his boyfriend's hair in a bun then put a black bonnet on his head. "What about a protective style? Or you still want some type of locs."

"Still not sure, luv." Hobie happily said as he enjoys feeling his Sunflower's hands touching his head.

"Still going for dreads?" Jeff asked, "Try something new like bantu knots... I remember in my younger days I use to get straight back short braids. Then, I got the high top fade."

Rio giggles, "I remember the high top fade. You looked so handsome too, papí."

Hobie chuckles, "I want something different, but not so sure. I always love expressing myself."

"We can do freeform locs, bae." Miles looking through his iPad, "If we go traditional, it might not be what you want."

"Hmm," Hobie did like the idea of freeform locs, "But I have a lot of hair."

"We can figure it out, bae." Miles said, "No need to rush, bae." He kisses him on the cheek, "Mwah, go eat. I'ma clean up."

"No, Sunflower. Let me help you." The punker got up to help his boyfriend clear the area, they put away all the tools and hair products.

Rio smiles at the couple, having to take her seat preparing food for her daughter. "What you want, nana?"

"Umm, chicken strips, mac n' cheese, and-and french fries!" Her daughter sat in her spot being excited for her meal. "Ketchup, too." Her sippy cup filled with her favorite juice.

Jeff pour himself a glass of juice, too. "Careful, Rio. I ordered spicy chicken strips."

"Oh, let me check." His wife lift the box to see she got the right one, "Okay this one is plain."

Then, Miles and Hobie came back being ready to eat, Miles pour soda for him and Hobie. His boyfriend helps serve him a plate of food. "Love you want a leg?"

"Yeah, one will do. I got the sandwich and fries." Miles said to his boyfriend.

Hobie got his three burgers, fries and one chicken breast and drum. He got some hot sauce and ketchup to eat. Billie chews on her fries being surprised at Hobie munching on a chicken sandwich, "Whoa! You eat a lot!"

"Billie, don't say that." Rio said to her daughter, "He's hungry."

"Yeah, but he can eat so much like papa!" She looks at her dad seeing him eat one chicken sandwich in two bites having another one at the side with a plate filled with mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy. She's inspired to eat like them, maybe this time she can eat a third chicken strip after she finished her first plate.

Miles slowly eat his fries watching his boyfriend in the zone of eating his dinner. "Mmm, this is really good." His boyfriend got a couple of fries dipping in the mash potatoes with gravy on his plate. "Mmm. Is this a big brand?"

"No, it's a Filipino Black owned shop owned by a nice married couple." Jeff said. "They make really good chicken sandwiches."

"I always love how crispy it comes out." Rio said, "Next time, we should get their spaghetti. I heard good things about it."

"Oh yeah, me and Ganks get the Spaghetti all the time. Danika said it's one of their best dishes."

"Danika is Filipino, huh?" Jeff asked, "So she knows the good spots."

"Yeah, she knows a lot of restaurants."

Hobie chews, "What's different with Filipino spaghetti."

"It's a bit sweet, they add their sausage or hot dog, and add ground beef. It's so good, tho."

Billie said, "Sweet spaghetti?"

"Sounds good to me. If all their food is good, then it'll be good." Jeff eats his second chicken sandwich.

Billie nodded, "Ohh, if papa tries it then I wanna try it."

Rio said, "Next time, we'll order it." The family eats happily.

After dinner, Hobie lays next to his boyfriend with a slight yawn, "I'm stuffed, Sunflower." He mutters. He changed into a basic t-shirt with pajama pants. Miles had on shorts with an oversized t-shirt getting ready to sleep.

"I know, you ate a lot." Miles rubs his boyfriend's flat stomach feeling his belly button piercing, "I'm beat."

"Wait for me! I wanna sleep here, too." Little Billie came running into the bedroom with her cute pajama onesie with unicorns and rainbows on it. Her barrettes making cling sounds for every step she made, she quickly climb up on the bed.

Her older brother helps her up to lay between him and his boyfriend. "Boo-boo, where's your bonnet?"

"She got too excited to sleep with you guys." Their mom came in to hand Miles' her daughter's pink bonnet.

"Hehehe." Billie snuggles between her brother.

Miles got his little sister to sit up so he can put her bonnet on her head. "Okay, mi vida. Give me a kiss goodnight." Rio coos her little girl.

"Night, mamí." Billie kisses her mom's cheek and give her a hug. "Hehehe."

"You give papí a kiss goodnight?"

"Yus." She wiggles to get down to be with her brother.

Hobie already ready to knock out. "Hahaha, your alway want to spend time con tu hermano." Rio puts her down where she lays. "Well, it is bed time. I'm gonna be with you papí in the living room for a bit. You three behave."

"Goodnight, mamí. I'm pretty exhausted." Miles yawns.

"Okay, buenas noches." She kisses her son's forehead, then leans over to give Hobie a kiss on his forehead.

"Buena noches, mamí Morales." Hobie snuggles against his blanket slowly falling asleep.

Rio happily smiles seeing the three in her son's bed together. Miles yawns a bit seeing his mom leaving them alone. He took his phone out to let his sister play a game before they fall asleep. Miles leans over to kiss his boyfriend's cheek. "Nite bae."

"Nite Sunflower." Hobie mumbles already knocked out. "Nite, lil Boo."

"Nite, Hobie." Billie gave him a kiss goodnight on his cheek and patted his forehead, "There. There. Go to sleep." Miles smiles at his sister. Today had been another great day.

[sungbeam]

the boyz office au, but you're the ceo

tbz ot11 x gn!reader

2.5k words, assorted headcanons, bullet format, ceo/office au, swear words

a/n: this was for fun and fun to do ;3

LEE SANGYEON: nothing changes; he’s still the boss

he’s a ceo, but he’s the ceo of another company, not yours

you and sangyeon are actually really good friends, and met when your friends attempted to set you guys up because you were both majorly workaholic (and still are) and were in desperate need of a life

but instead of ending up dating, you both agreed that you wanted to postpone a relationship and focus on your careers first 💀 which is, in retrospect, the total opposite of the reason behind setting you guys up in the first place, but…

what’re you gonna do ig 🤡 you’re both the smartest idiots to ever exist

of course, though, sangyeon does have feelings for you and kinda feels (in)secure because he thinks that if you end up not finding anyone else, that you could reasonably fall back on him instead

plus, everybody thinks you guys are together anyway (“have you heard? yn’s engaged to the son of the lee business conglomerate…”); when people ask him about confirming or denying, he’s very good about replying in a well-mannered way “no, yn and i are just very good friends”, but sometimes he wants to just say “no comment” with a secretive smile and let people speculate (but he respects you too much to do that)

JACOB BAE: the assistant who is not your assistant

imagine the one scenario from that cheesy netflix romcom called set it up, wherein the assistants of two successful ceos attempt to set each other's bosses up with one another, but then said assistants fall in love w/ e/o instead

EXCEPT jacob's the executive assistant of some other ceo who is trying to ~woo~ you (quite poorly, might i add), and he's been tasked with sending you gifts and getting to know you

this basically means he knows you way better than his boss, who is supposed to be the person trying to win you over, but jacob ends up falling for you instead as he gets to know you and what you like and what you are like (and he's just absolutely enamored by your work ethic and compassion and ingenuity and—)

suffice to say that it's really not so difficult to write you romantic cards attached to flowers when he sends them to you, but it's awfully off-putting when he has to put his boss's name instead of his own

(you like jacob so much better than his boss anyway, and whenever you meet the two of them, you send him cheeky winks and smiles because you know)

like imagine the way this man offering to personally deliver today's little gift to your office to escape his work and to see you

AND THEN instead of just accepting the gift and dismissing him, you ask if he'd like to stay for lunch to, idk, "chat about his boss" (he'd just be overjoyed)

KIM YOUNGHOON: brand ambassador

ah, the beloved pretty face of the company—other than yourself (you are arguably a fine face for your company yourself, but celebrity endorsement is never not needed); now that you thought about it, your company did employ a lot of pretty faces…

anyway! kim younghoon's obviously gotta be some big, rising actor star person and he's got the big name, the great smile, the clear charisma, and when he signed on to become an official partner of your company to endorse the product, you were over the moon

because he was your biggest stroke of luck in this realm, and your first, you and he actually got to work very closely in the early days of shoots and branding, up to the point where younghoon became a lot more involved in the marketing than just sitting pretty and smiling on a billboard (he had beauty and brains… hard not to fall for this one)

oftentimes, he would send you invitations to his red carpet events to be his plus one, too. just imagine sharing a limo with this guy, giggling in the backseat as you make funny faces at the paparazzi outside, and then holding onto his arm as the two of you posed at premieres

(oh my god and he would be SO cheeky if people asked if you two were dating smh like lee sangyeon, who??)

LEE HYUNJAE: head of the legal department

oh, you know this man's gonna be a little shitter—but he's also the best in the legal realm, and you couldn't exactly pass up the chance to be represented by lee hyunjae (who could've been the district attorney, but decided he wanted to take on the cutthroat world of business law instead lmao)

okay but please, he probably looks super fine in those crisp, fresh-pressed suits and the thin-wired specs as he takes on the courtroom (did someone turn up the heat…?)

i'm sorry i will move on TT

MOVING ON! you and he have probably been friends for a long time, maybe since high school or college, and so you got to see him rise during his career. he was probably one of the first people to encourage you to start the business, and sat with you through really long nights drawing up contracts and foundations and going through all the red tape

so maybe he's the best friend type, but he knows not only your business inside and out, but also knows a lot about you too

he's probably gotten so many offers to join other legal teams, but he loves the one he's built here and he can't really see himself representing any other company but yours? you yourself don't get into a lot of trouble, but he does find immense pleasure in taking care of anyone who thinks they can mess with you or tarnish your name

LEE JUYEON: vp of human resources

nobody is more equipped to handle the dramatics of hr than our lovely baby boy juyo 🤩🤩

some people might doubt his abilities because of his good looks (pretty privilege or sumn lmao) but he's got a work ethic of steel and a heart of pure gold; you don't trust your new recruits with anyone else but lee juyeon

pretty much everyone under your employ has gone through the hiring process with juyeon and even though he's very soft and charming, he can also be honest enough to cut out anyone who doesn't fit the work ethic the company might require of them (but on the same note, he's also got enough faith to be able to see the good and potential in people to give them a chance)

if anyone's got a problem, you can almost always count on juyeon to help you out

you and juyeon are often seen lunching together to talk about performance management, employee relations, and other associated policies in order to keep up to date with those and up to date with each other, because even though you are boss and employee, you're still good friends

juyeon's also no stranger to the world of brand ambassadorship, and he's one of the people who helped bridge the gap between you and the limelight, especially networking with people like younghoon

and it definitely helps that juyeon is also pretty enough to be on the cover of your company's billboards too 🥴

KEVIN MOON: global ambassador/vp global relations and investment

you didn’t even realize that you’d get to the point where your company was large enough to need to think of global expansion, so kevin’s coming onto the board of directors became a blessing and a huge marker of your company’s success

he’s everything you’re looking for in a global ambassador: charismatic, down-to-earth, creative, diplomatic, fluent in like 20357038 languages (english, korean, japanese, some french, etc.)

you and kevin actually took a trip to a location abroad to a prospective new office branch, which gave you and him lots of time to bond and become familiar with working with one another (changmin was left in charge, and though he was jealous that you didn’t even think to bring him, he was honored to manage the company in your stead; you and the rest of your board of directors met up at the location too so it wasn’t like it was just you and kevin ‘cause that would be… a little too much scandal for the rising employee)

anyway, kevin basically loves travelling and he always offers you this one guest house villa/timeshare he has in the location for you to stay at when you’re in town

like, whenever he hears you're in town, you know he's coming to pick you up in a pair of aviators and a convertible, and treating you to the absolute best the city has to offer

CHOI CHANHEE: vp of finance

chanhee's definitely your stereotypical, run-of-the-mill finance person, and not the Finance Bro™, but like the glasses-wearing, shrewd, calculating, and eagle-eyed excel spreadsheet wizard who doesn't take "impossible" for an answer

well, "impossible" only if it applies to certain financial constraints, but you hired this man in particular because you were confident in his ability to deal with money

and he definitely has not let you down

he's not really outgoing when you first meet him, but once you get to know him and the two of you start working together a lot more often, he starts to open up to you and you get to see more to him than just his smarts and snark

he's actually quite shy and, frankly, adorable, once you get to know him, and it's really fascinating to watch him work whether it's with just his mental calculator or with his extensive excel knowledge (he once did a presentation on excel and navigated the entire thing with just the keyboard and to say you were a little too entranced by his finger movements would be an understatement…)

is shy at first when he receives your praise, but is much more smug when he knows you better later on and catches you staring; imagine he offers to teach you his excel wizarding tricks and just leans over your shoulder and places his hand over yours on the mouse (*malfunctions*)

JI CHANGMIN: the assistant™ (i'm sorry, but are we surprised…)

oh boy, where do we even begin with this one?

well for starters, there are a handful of reasons you decided to hire changmin as your personal assistant/secretary even though he didn’t really have experience in the realm other than some desk job a few summers ago

he’s got an attitude that takes no shit from anyone (similar to chanhee), he’s got an approachable face, but he’s also got the ability to scare anyone off or into doing their work on time

changmin’s a really hard worker, and somehow worms himself into your heart and your office, always insisting that he stay at the office until you go home, too

gives anyone who presents themselves as a threat to his close, right-hand-man standing with you the bombastic side eye and a very scary smile

rip to changmin whenever he’s approached by reporters about your alleged “engagement” to lee sangyeon (very quick to shut those rumors down; even asks if you’d like him to contact the legal department but you brush it off as unimportant)

but besides always being your first line of defense (to be there for you), whenever sangyeon isn’t in town, he’s always your next choice to bring along to fancy galas/events (gives him the excuse to let you see him in a light that’s not just your scarily efficient assistant)

i liken assistant!changmin to the mistresses of kings who protected their positions ruthlessly (except no one in this is inbred and changmin totally wouldn’t poison any possible competition, right… haha right? right??)

JU HAKNYEON: college crush → celebrity crush 😎😎😎

to be completely real with you, haknyeon’s had a crush on you ever since college days when he was delivering pizzas to your neighbor and always saw you either coming in or out of your own apartment

you were always really friendly, greeting him with a sweet smile and appropriate “good morning”/”good night”

he occasionally saw you on campus and knew of your reputation as an ambitious and innovative go-getter, and he thought your energies matched really well

but for some reason, he was always too shy to ask you to hang out (maybe he was embarrassed that he was just the pizza delivery guy, but then again, you never indicated that you looked down on him for that)

he went abroad to go to this really great culinary school though, and eventually came back to open his own place

he had always planned to reach out to you and invite you to the opening, but it’s even greater now that you can both reunite as successful versions of your younger selves

(he invites you to his restaurant often, and always has a table reserved for you; almost always sits down to share a meal with you and catch up like he always wanted to do in college)

KIM SUNWOO: the one new paparazzi guy

he has no clue what is going on half the time to be honest lol but he's been hired, given a press pass, and now has a big boy job. what's the job? paying attention to you! well, it's a little more complicated than that…

when sunwoo majored in journalism, he didn't think that he'd be spending his day camping outside your company building for an exclusive interview with you

he didn't really understand your appeal until he was sitting in the lobby of your top floor office across from a very scary-looking assistant waiting for you to be ready to give him that exclusive interview

he definitely becomes a fan of everything about you afterward: from how you run things to the very way you made his coffee in your office—plus, he wrote one hell of an article on you and he got a great promotion because of you (he still doesn't know what he's doing half the time)

anyways, whenever something about you comes up at his publishing firm, he always worms his way into being in charge of it, and if anyone says anything bad about you, he's one of the first people to defend you

lmao he's also always the one who asks changmin if you and lee sangyeon are an item just to annoy your assistant (even if sunwoo is also secretly hoping that you and sangyeon aren't...)

ERIC SOHN: the intern who spilled coffee on you the first day

i feel bad for doing eric so dirty, but tell me you can also see him rushing down the hall with open coffee cups in either of his hands and he doesn’t even see you coming toward him until he—CRASH!—absolutely destroys the blouse you’re wearing and he’s a total, blubbering mess

he’s so afraid that he’s about to get fired on his first day, because anyone who doesn’t work directly under you believes you’re super scary, but you don’t fire him

he comes back the next day in fear of his life whenever he even hears about you

you bump into him (less literally than before) in one of the break rooms because you ran out of tea packets in your office and you soothe his worries

like literally made him smile and giggle like a school girl until he could look you in the eyes without cowering—

cue the literal heart eyes he has for you now instead of pure fear (he always peeks out of the copy room whenever he hears you coming down the hall so he can greet you)

tbz m.list

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[itsdeniini]

Hi I would like to know how is sunoo as a boyfriend and what his future would be like, career wise, if that's ok 🩷 the way u format your post is so cute I could never

🧃⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ SUNOO AS A B♡YFRIEND ฅ^.•˕•.^ฅ

OH, well... 😶‍🌫️ Sunoo is, for sure, not as easy as some of us tend to think. In a relationship, he takes two roads, one where he is the more mature and dominant one than his partner and the other where he takes a more submissive role. It all depends on what choice he will make and in what skin he will be most comfortable.

Anyway, we will look into both perspectives! ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

DOM ROLE 𓃥

The Emperor, The Chariot, The King of Cups

Most of the time, Sunoo brings out his dominant energy in the presence of a younger and more submissive partner. With that kind of person alongside him, he feels a stirring inside him—the need to be the backbone of the relationship and even make commands on how his partner should improve themselves as well, so they can move together further in a balanced dynamic. He enjoys having all of this power and having the situation under his control, but either way, let's not forget that Sunoo has an F personality, and that act of dominance can easily slip off because of different, even minor reasons, and that facade that he builds can crumble like a sand castle. But thanks to his strong mentality, he overcomes things well, and after crying for a bit into his partner's shoulder, he can easily regain his composure and move on from the things that give him discomfort, wanting to prioritize his lover's well-being and not show a lot of his breakdowns. He wants him and his boo to gain a lot of maturity through this relationship, even if it means going through childlike experiences or hardships. He wants it ALL. He wants to be down bad, run home to his partners sweet nothings, his love to burn red, break his back to break a smile on his lover's face, and the list goes on and on and ON... Another thing that I would like to point out is that he despises bad habits and would hate his partner to have them, as he himself sometimes gives in to some temptations. As time goes on, I also see him gain a lot of authority. There's something that will happen with him career-wise; most probably his influence in the industry will get even stronger, and that will affect his love life in the future, not excluded! But something that will never change and that he has had since his early days is the fact that he's extremely empathic and sympathetic towards the people he's close with, and that capacity of his will be expressed even more abundantly to his significant other.

SUB ROLE 𓃠

The Magician, The Knight of Swords, The Six of Wands

In a relationship with a more dominant person than him, Sunoo activates his charming and sweet demeanor. He suddenly snaps into this manipulative self that he's using for his own benefit, which is good for him because he actually got the brains and intellect to get what he wants out of a person who takes care of him more often. He wants his affect on this person to be strong, because he knows that's a big advantage of this. (This boy, even here, can't leave behind his dominant antics 😭). He doesn't like when his partner talks back to him in a mean manner or to be interrupted, so he may get sulky and even don't interact with his boo for some time, turning on a self-indulgent mentality, or other days act like he's unbothered and just, "Yeah, you've been shutting me down quite a lot lately, but you know what they say, the dogs bark, but the caravan moves on!" Like he can be SO DRAMATIC... In those moments, he secretly wishes to be put in his place after his temper tantrums; the thought of someone more mature (not necessarily age-wise) and independent doing that is intriguing to him. He also wants everybody to look in awe at his partner and then say something like, "Yeah, that's my bae. They're so strong and reliable, always handling things with their heads up." That way, he's also inflating his own ego, knowing he's under the spell of the right person, and having complete confidence in the trust of his partner because he knows they won't leave him thanks to his calculated moves.

SO IN A CONCLUSI♡N... ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ

Sometimes he's hot, then he's cold; he's yes or he's no—quite the multidimensional boyfriend, if you ask me! His personality enthralls me so much because he can literally be both depending on his mood. Every day he can be a new person and act differently, transforming into however he wants, like a chameleon. And in my opinion, that is not ingenuity or dishonesty. Not everybody is built like that and can manage in both fields; that's quite the talent and a sign that he's always willing to experiment, that's PEAK open-mindedness.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Nine: Leaky Faucet

It had been two weeks since her first date with Jayson. She had been doing some traveling for work but now she wasback in her city it felt great. Talking to Jayson was apart of her daily Routine she woke up to his good Morning messages she went to sleep with him on the phone she watched his games every time she could she was hooked. She had forgot what it felt like to be in a relationship texting the person whenever you wanted and not being scared of developing feelings she loved it.

When she got home from work she noticed a large Bouquet of Flowers on her front porch she smiled Jayson was so sweet she unlocked her door bringing them in. She shut her door locking it and taking her shoes off going straight to her kitchen looking for the card and her face dropped it wasn't from Jayson at all .... It was Melo🙄.

Hope you haven't forgot about me yet. But We both know you can't 💕 4L

She rolled her eyes he had texted a few times when the pictures came out of her and Jayson all over Boston he wasn't happy at all for three days straight all he saw was her and Jayson on his Twitter feed. But he was getting a taste of his own Medicine for months she watched him and his girlfriend all over social media. Him liking all her pictures and commenting sweet things while she knew the truth but the moment she steps out he's mad.

But no now she was fed up she decides to FaceTime him but she hears the phone ringing at her door she gets scared but goes to her front door looking out the peep hole and there is Melo with a big smile on his face. "I hear you breathing heavy with your short ass" it's cause she was scared he's clearly crazy.

"go away pleaseeee" "you were calling me for a reason" "to tell you to leave me Tf alone Fr Melo " "I drove a while just let me in at least let me see you...."

She thought for a sec and then let him in. At the end of the day she know he won't hurt her physically he's just being annoying asf. He tries to go in for a hug but she moves. "You got some fuckin Audacity to show up here.... Like?" "I just wanted to see if you miss me?" "I think your girl does you should go see her" "why you gotta do that?" "Because why are you here? I'm trying to move on it's selfish of you to even be here right now" "ima selfish Nigga" He laughed "well stop!" "YN just answer the question do you miss me?" "I'm happy did you know that? He makes me really happy he cares about me he makes time for me" "oh so I didn't make time for you? I'm making time right now cause you important to me" she sighed

"what's your point...." "Well if you talking to somebody and I'm in a relationship ... We can still do what we do best but without all the bullshit that you made up cause .... You got somebody to worry about your feelings.... so Let me worry about your body" he brings her body close to him and she gets weak in the knees and just as he's about to kiss her .... Her phone rings saved by the bell.

She jogs back to the kitchen answering Jayson as Melo follows behind her rolling his eyes. "Hey baby you got home fast today" He says smiling in the camera making her naturally smile but she was nervous Melo was unhinged he could say anything and basically ruin this she didn't like feeling guilty. "Yeah I left the office a little early cause you know I'm going out tonight" "yeah I remember cause you gon miss my game" "maybe not we might go to a bar I'll see if they'll put it on" "they Better if not give me a call" Melo rolled his eyes smirking "bae stop 😂😂😂" "okay okay  ima let you go so you can get ready .... Don't drive if you drink" "of course not I'll Uber everywhere😘 mwah" "oooou I miss them lips ...." "I miss your lips more" he bits his lip " I doubt it Bae but text me when you get in or call and I'll do the same" "okay Jay" "alright I'll talk to you later bae....bye" "byeeee" he hangs up she fully exhales

"Well that seemed forced" Melo says with laughter in his voice she rolls her eyes "it's never forced with him though and most importantly I don't have to hide" "you let him hit yet?" "that's not your damn business" "I can't lie when I saw those pictures of you bowling in that tight ass pink dress I almost lost my mind he was right behind that ass ..... remember I had you bent over the night before that? Deep in that pussy moaning my name you couldn't help yourself then the next day somebody else on that ass how I'm supposed to feel?"

She sighed just his words made her feel him once again but she wasn't a cheater. And she hated that he had this little power over her maybe when her and Jayson do have sex it'll be gone."What I do is no longer your business you cannot be sending me gifts you can't be texting and you definitely can't come to my house anymore I mean that Lamelo I need you to understand how very serious I am I like him a lot I can potentially love him so please leave me alone maybe in the long run we can be friends but for right now let me live my life"

He walked over to her kissing the top of her head innocently as she looked up at him he took the card out of the flowers and backed up. "So you don't wanna fuck me no more?" He said half way joking but also being serious She bit her lip

"no" she says softly he smacked his lips "see.... You don't even mean that shit" "I'm not a cheater Lamelo" "how it's cheating y'all not in a real relationship yet you being loyal to niggas when y'all just talking?" "we are though we made it official the first date you don't know nothing about that though you couldn't commit if it was gun to your head" "if you think he being loyal you out of your mind no nigga just jumps into a relationship like that something wrong with him you special but he still a nigga" "well I'll cross that bridge when I get to it" "okay but if you cheat back cheat with me" "Lamelo!"

"Okay okay that was a joke my bad .... Ima head out ima lose your number and leave you Tf alone but when it don't work out with him and you hit me back up you gon have to make it all the way up to me .... I'm talking rounds" she rolled her eyes "bye the cockiness coming out of your body is not charming right now try to be happy for me" "so what you gon do when he can't fuck you like I fuck you? You think anybody knows your body like I do? I be in that shit ...... you think he can do that to you?"

That's definitely something she had thought about even on Melos off nights the sex was good.But her and Jayson hadn't had sex yet she was taking it slow. "I do think he can yeah" "you know you lying .... You think you getting three nuts with him?" "It's easy to make me cum" he rolled his eyes again

"shut up it's easy for me to make you cum not nobody else not even yourself" He was telling the truth but the only reason it took her a while was because she would start thinking about other shit or she would just get tired "well he'll figure it out cause he gives enough fucks to figure it out but as of right now it's still not your business cause even if he can't make me cum it's not your job anymore it never should've been your job so go back to your girl I have shit to do" "alright alright you getting mad so  .... I'm gone.... enjoy my flowers and I'll still send you stuff cause you deserve shit and if at any point I wanna text you I'll just dm you ... ight?" "As if you're gonna listen to me you do what you wanna do but don't expect shit from me" "ight then" he licks his lips leaving her kitchen heading straight to her front door and walking right out.

The pictures of her and Jayson were over ever blog by the time they even had a second date they were calling her the mystery girl. They saw everything from the hand holding to the kisses on the back of the golf cart they had every picture of them at dinner that night and at the bowling alley she had never scrolled so many times and saw herself it was wild and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not people still didn't really know who she was and she liked that. She's a normal girl who's dating a NBA player .... That's it.

Yo you good you seemed a little out of it on the phone... I know you didn't say anything but if I'm hitting you up to much let me know..... I wanna ease you into everything so if I'm doing too much or not enough let me know

Seeeee Jayson is perfect like he's about to go play his heart out but he took the time to text her cause he was worried. And he already knows her so well and is willing to work with her to help her unlearn some unhealthy behaviors she has in relationships.... He was Guiding her through it all she loves it here

I am so sorry it's just a lot going on here but when I can I'll explain it to you in person so I can be 100% honest but you talk to me the right amount I Love the messages and phone calls ... please don't stop

😂😂 okay okay you had me worried

Nahhh don't worry 😘 enjoy your game baby

I will every free throw that goes in is for you so make sure you send me pictures of what you wearing tonight🤤🤤

Well I know y'all about to win so it'll be a lot and You using that emoji like you know ima look good

I do know you're gonna look .... When do you not look good?

When I first wake up

I bet that's a lie I guess I'll see that soon though

Mmmm will you?

Yeah.... I'm almost certain that I will

We shall see Bae ....

Shall? Really YN

Yeah I'm fancy tonight

😂😂 I gotta go Fr bae be good and have fun

Alright bae ttyl

He loved the message

She had all intentions on telling him about Melo because now he was involved in it and she doesn't ever want him in a situation not knowing something from her past cause she doesn't wanna seem sneaky and one things for sure if you hide something like that from a partner it'll come to light

*three months later*

Melo and his girl had broken up. Messages were leaked where he was talking to other girls. What does this have to do with YN? Her messages were leaked too thankfully it wasn't any nasty things but it left a lot of people wondering why Jayson Tatum's girlfriend was texting Lamelo Ball five months ago. How did they know each other?

Thankfully the season was over so they had been spending more time with eachother. It was his week to come to her city and spend time with her. When the news broke they were just chillin on the couch her head in his lap as he played in her hair he was watching a game and she was on her phone. Doing their own thing together had been their way to relax. As she scrolled Aimlessly through Instagram she saw the blogs reporting on Melo and then she saw her contact name with her picture.... What type of Cheater puts a picture of the girl too. She didn't like him for being thorough but especially not now she gasp loudly

"oh my gosh bae" "what's up" she sat up slowly. "Ummm Melos text messages leaked...." "And?" "And some of our threads leaked too and he had my picture saved on my contact so people know it's me it's from five months ago" he rolled his eyes he remained quiet which scared her more. He was getting annoyed with the same conversation Melo was constantly coming up he was over it "Please say something" She says softly she could feel his energy but she didn't judge him for it. She completely understands it.

"you gon tell me how serious it was now? Because you didn't go in enough detail which was fine then but now people about to be a dog with a bone and I don't need nobody coming to me telling me shit about you that I don't know so tell me everything right now" "he's the guy I was talking about the first night we met—" He cut her off cause he could tell she was about to drag this on and he was running out of patience "duh you told me that tell me something else some shit I need to know is your pussy in his phone? Where you talking about sexual shit with him? Did you ever say I love you?"

Jayson snuck that last part in he had slip up during sex and said he loved her she didn't think anything of it because it was during sex but when he brought it up later she knew he was serious and she had hurt him. She ended up saying it a few weeks later when she was sure she meant it but it still hurt him not that he would ever say that out loud.

"I didn't send any pictures or videos .... Um and it shouldn't be any overly sexual stuff in there we would mostly talk in person our texts were just like plans" "what else I ask?" She sighed " no I didn't tell him I love him cause I didn't and I don't but I love  the way you treat me and talk to me and work with me I love your hands and your smile .... I love you Jayson" she kissed his cheek softly "I'm being too hard on you for having a past  ... and I'm sorry" "I feel like I keep hurting you cause I'm so damn damaged"

"nah you not hurting me I said we doing this together.....anything else I need to know?" She shook her head no "you sure?" "Well idk if this is important but remember I told you he came over here unexpectedly that one time?"

"Yeah" Jayson sits up listening intently "he basically was saying that you jumped into a relationship with me too fast and you're probably cheating .... And I think him saying that did effect me a little bit cause you're just too good to be true" "YN you acting like I haven't fucked up... we've argued I've said some hurtful shit I'm not perfect but I'm not cheating if I was gon cheat I would've just been single but I know this is where I'm supposed to be....

So don't let that shit effect you" she smiled

"I love you baby" she says softly he leans in to kiss her lips passionately "I love you too" he said quickly and then continued to kiss her she straddled his lap and his hands rest firmly on her ass. She moans when he squeezes it tightly. He pulls away slowly. "I love you .... A lot" her heart dropped she felt like he was about to say something crazy "I love you too" "but... I gotta be honest with you now that he single im a little worried about .... Us" "you don't have to be"

"but I am though and I hate to seem insecure and I get you was still trying to be cool with him but I don't even want him talking to you Fr but he don't owe me shit im asking you not to talk to him if you feel forced keep it short.... Can you do that for me?" "I wanna say yes...but if his life is in pieces right now me completely ghosting him will only make it worse" "what about my feelings though? I've been playing tug of war with him for you since I met you and he doesn't even have to pull that hard" she kissed his forehead and then his cheek.

"You're right and I'm sorry i won't talk to him and if he messages me then I'll let you know right away because at the end of the day my loyalty is to you I can't put his feelings over yours" he smiled  "thank you baby" he pulls her in giving her a big hug. He started to kiss on her neck making her moan squeezing her butt again then she heard her doorbell causing both of them to glance at the door.

"You was expecting somebody?" He asked "noo so leave them out there I want you right now" he smiled kissing her again as it got heated. The person knocked on the door "yo YN answer the door we need to talk" and just like that his mood was ruined. He pushed her off of him. "Go to your room" Jayson said aggressively "you're not talking to Deuce and this is my house" "YN I'm asking you please just go" she stood up

"what are you gonna do?" "Tell him to leave you alone .... I'll be nice just go" she rolled her eyes but listened she was interested in what was gonna happen. YN pulled up her app to look at her front porch so she could see Melo. Jayson went to the door opening it

"yo she's sleep" Melos face dropped when he saw Jayson it was like he had seen a ghost.

"Well can you wake her up it's important" "nah man she's tired we been busy but you can tell me whatever you need to tell her though" "why you saying that? cause you know everything?" "Yeah I know it all so what is it" "Some of our messages leaked my girl did it I just wanted her to know it wasn't me and I'm trying to fix it" "alright I'll let her know.... You drove all the way over here to say that?" Melo smirked

"I think we both know that isn't all I wanted to say" "that's my girl now and I'm trying to be nice to you cause I told her I wouldn't hold nothing against you but you can't be poping up to her house no more like this your place it's rude she not gon fold so just hang it up" "you sure she not gon fold? It had to be a reason you didn't let her come to the door" "I don't tell her what to do we have conversations cause I care about her something you don't know about but I'm not about to go back and forth with you my guy she don't want you no more she's good we good" Melo laughed "alright man whatever you need to believe I'm gone..... tell her what I said man" Melo says walking away Jayson shut the door causing YN to come back into the living room.

"I'm gon ask you once and I'm going to believe you so tell me the truth" His voice was very deep and direct "okay" "have you fucked him since we been together? Did you fuck him when he pop up when we had first got together? And do you love him now?" "No no and no I wish it was something I can do or say to ease your Mind" "it's just weird how confident he is that you'll be back that bothers me" "you still want the truth?" "Yes I can handle it" "it's probably the sex .... I'm sure he feels like nobody can ever top him to me so he thinks I'll be back" "and will you?"

"I need more than sex to keep me around I need love and consistency care you do all that and you fuck me what I need any other man for I don't want nobody but you and I mean that" "I can't believe I'm even about to ask this right now but do I please you?" "Bae really?" "Yes I'm really asking when we fuck do you really enjoy it cause if not let's figure it out" "everytime we have sex I enjoy myself I don't have to fake anything with you it be real" "you sure?" "I mean I can show you....." she smirked he smiled walking over to her picking her up. "Yeah show me.... We not talking about that nigga no more" he kissed her taking her to her bedroom "mmmm good"

When they got to the room they stripped eachother quickly and then she got on her knees. He watched her she felt like he was staring through her it was so intense she slowly started to get his dick wet while stroking him she kissed the tip he licked his lips.

She enjoyed sucking his dick because she knew it was completely hers. She could get as nasty as she wanted because he was all hers no sharing no wondering if somebody else was just on it She gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat so she slowly pulled away licking her lips. "Do that shit again" he groaned "do what?" He smiled slightly "choke on it... choke on me again" she didn't speak she just did what he asked her to do slowly placing him in her mouth she allowed him to gag her repeatedly as he groaned she slowly pulled away while stroking him and sucking the tip.

"Fuckkkk" he groaned she loved the way he sounded he was always so mesmerized with whatever she was doing. Almost like he was appreciative and felt like she could be anywhere else but she was here pleasing him. She slapped herself in the face with it. "Damn that's how you feeling tonight?" He groaned she moaned taking him back in her mouth sucking him slowly keeping eye contact with him. "Fuck your mouth feel so good baby .... Just like that"

he loved when she moaned while sucking dick it made him feel like she was really enjoying it and she was. The level of wetness dripping from between her thighs should be a crime right now. He didn't wanna cum too early so it was time for her to stop he was rock hard now"Alright baby show me something else"

he gently pulled her head away and helped her stand up and then he got rough which completely shocked her he flipped her around making her face the wall as she braced herself he wet two fingers and reached in front of her inserting the two fingers inside of her and then started rubbing her clit she was already so wet he didn't know what to do his other hand was wrapped around her throat giving it a slight squeeze everytime she moaned. "It feelsssss so good" "shhh I just wanna hear your pussy"

she gasp and then bit her lip whatever he said she wanted to do her main goal was to please him coming in close second her other goal was to please herself. Her hips started to grind against his hand he placed his thumb in her mouth. She sucks softly as she feels herself getting closer. He listened to the smacking noise her other lips made. "You this wet for me? It's all for me?" "Alll for youuuu" "mmmm it better be" she gasp and grabbed his arm as she almost released. "Can I cum please?" She looked up into his eyes as he smiled at her. "Let me think a lil bit" "ughhhh" "I'm thinking shhhh" he liked to play with her because she always claims she like being teased and she really did it made everything that much more intense for her. "Ple—- plea—-ohhh" she couldn't even finish saying please that's how close she was.

"You wanna cum for daddy?" She nodded her head "and when you cum for daddy then what?" "Ohhhh mmmm I don't ...." "Hmmm you don't what?" Her legs started shaking heavily he smiled he had never got her this close before without letting her go he was kinda interested to see if she would blow. "Pleaseeeeeeee!!!! Pleaseeeeee mmmmm pleaseeee daddy pleaseeeee" "answer my question first" "whatever you want but please I'm so closeeee" her words fumbled out of her mouth he barley could make any sense of it

"go ahead baby cum for me cum for daddy" "thank you daddy" he felt his hand become even more wet as she released while sucking his thumb. "That's my good girl cum for daddy" "ughhhhh" that alone made her wanna do it again. When he felt like she was done he turned her around kissing her he moves her to the bed throwing her down. He leans over spreading her legs and then kissed her clit. "Tell me somethin babe?" "Hmm?" "Can I eat your pussy?" She shivered when the words came out of his mouth it sounded like a song to her she tried to gather herself to speak but couldn't which made him speak up again "please?"

He smiled kissing the inside of her thigh skipping over his main course going to the other thigh. She thrusted her hips up to meet his lips. "Jaysonn...." she whined "Hmmm I'm just trying to please my baby girl and she likes to be teased so tell me what I'm doing wrong?" He says as fingers slide inside of her again. "....nothing nothing at all" "so can I?" "Yesss I want you to"

He kissed her clit again licking up and down and she shivered. "I love you baby" she said softly. His fingers started to flick up inside of her roughly sucking her clit. She loved getting head from Jayson cause she could tell he cared he took his time and listened to her body she didn't have to communicate because he read her mind she loved it they were completely in sync.

He moaned as his tongue curled and licked all over her. "Ooooou baby right there" she was close and they both could feel it He forced one of her legs down because she started to suffocate him. Her back arched he pulled away making her whine missing him already.  "No more teasing please .... I just want all of you" he smiled "so tell me what that means exactly" "I want you inside me Jayson" he kissed up her body engaging her in a long passionate tongue kiss. As she moaned completely read for him he finally slides inside of her they both gasp.

Yes he knew how wet she was but it felt different with his dick and he filled her up so snuggly it was so good to both of them.

"I love you too btw.... I didn't say back earlier but I do" he said while looking deeply in her eyes as he went stroked slowly inside of her. "I know" she grabbed his head kissing him. "I'm sorry for the stupid questions earlier .... I gotta just trust you" she gathered all her strength so she could talk to him clearly "it's not stupid they're real questions I get it's hard to trust people in your like of work you've seen everything" "you right but you different" "very" she smiled kissing him as his rhythm started to increase. "You feel so good" he groaned into her ear while pinning her arms down above her head she was speechless. "Say something baby....." He loved to make her talk when he knew she couldn't

"I—-" "you what?" "Can't..... you're so deep ughhhh" her legs started shaking he smirked he had already had her so close when he was eating her it's a surprise that she didn't cum as soon as he pushed inside of her. He watched her face as she licked and bit her lips to keep her cool but the noises always escaped from her mouth. She intertwines their fingers as her back arched. "I wanna cum with you can you wait for me?" She nodded her head "yessss"  him cumming was very important to her he always went out of his way to give her at least two orgasms so she liked to make sure that he got one. As time went on his hips got sluggish. "Baby .... I can't ... pleaseee" he had finally pushed her to the point where she wasn't sure if she could wait for him. "Baby I'm almost there just look at me and wait" "mmmmmm babbyyyy" "ugh fuck what's my name" "daddyyyy" "good girl cum for daddy cum with daddy" "ughhhhhhh" he sucked on her neck as the released together. He continued stroking until it was nothing left inside of him and then he fell on top of her as they struggled to catch their breath. She held on to him playing in his curls. "You know me .... So well my body you just know me" she said softly she felt him smile.

These days she wasn't worried about it Jayson could compete with Melo in the bedroom because he definitely did he listened to her when she spoke about what she liked and disliked and he like to watch her really enjoy herself he wouldn't be able to enjoy sex if she wasn't getting pleased it if she wasn't into it. She was happy to call him her man.

Sooooo how y'all liking the book so far?

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Love for Duties Sake Part 3

AN: Hello loves and happy valentines day! Wow when I say I went literally feral writing this I mean I started writing it last night inspired by my bae @pinkwright and the words just flew out idk. Consider this a valentine's treat from me to you. I hope you all enjoy and MWAH theres a very big kiss for all of you. 

Summary: As the only daughter of Genelia, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, guns, mentions of death and grieving, that’s it I think.

Word count: 3,744

Part 1.  Part 2.  Masterlist.  Taglist.

Suggested listening: Kingston - Faye Webster

“Every single word you say makes me feel some type of way It's the thought of you that slightly scares me But it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna say The day that I met you, I started dreaming Now I write 'em down if I remember in the morning time”

The ride to the restaurant was quick, you didn’t even pay too much attention to your surroundings as you rode in the back of the SUV next to Shuri. Your mind was too preoccupied with what prompted her to ask you to dinner all of a sudden and why the prospect of spending quality time with her made you feel warm on the inside. That was why you didn’t recognize the path you’d traveled countless times until the car was parked right outside and Shuri was helping you out of the car. 

Taking your hand gently in hers as you stepped out, pulling your skirt down to maintain modesty in case any news outlets were there. And of course, they were, but they kept a decent distance away, while they snapped photos of the interaction between you and Shuri; fearful of Okoye, Aneka, and Ayo who flanked you two. Your mind finally made the connection as your eyes read over the name of the restaurant Mamie Bidoche. The same French-inspired quaint restaurant you practically lived in when you spent time in DC. 

“Shuri!” You squealed, overcome with excitement to be back at your favorite restaurant. Joy ran through your body and you couldn’t help but jump a little while you still held her hand. “How did you know about this place? Who told you about it?” 

Shuri wished she could take a photo of you right then and there with her kimoyo beads just so she could savor the genuine smile on your face. This was the smile she didn’t get to see often, the one you seemed to only reserve when talking to everyone except her. At that moment the Queen swore to do whatever she could to make sure that smile never left your face. “You mentioned it once in an interview when we were first courting, our second with Asha I believe.” 

Blush now added to the smile on your face as you recalled the interview. Asha asked where your favorite place to eat in the States was and you replied without hesitation Mamie Bidoche, saying that you’d sell your soul to have a plate of their food again. That was so long ago, how could she remember that? 

And that meant she was paying attention to you at the time too. For a long while you’d assumed Shuri had been zoning out during your interviews, not caring what you had to say until it was time for her to play the part of the doting wife. It was part of the reason you built up a dislike for her early in the relationship. But this disproved all of that, she had been listening. 

“And that one time I asked you for a hair tie, you told me I should light my hair on fire and offered me a matchbox from here,” Shuri added with a laugh for more emphasis on her point. You had forgotten about that time, not your brightest moment but still funny considering everything. 

“You remembered all that?” You asked, your smile had faded into a softer one but Shuri still found it beautiful. Your hand now only connected to hers through your fingertips, both refusing to let go of the other. 

“Of course sthandwa, why wouldn’t I? You’re my wife.” The response Shuri gave you made you almost feel silly for asking the question. 

Words didn’t feel like they could quantify your feelings so you simply wrapped your arms around Shuri’s neck and pulled her in close to you. Your reaction surprised Shuri but instinctively she wrapped her arms around your waist pressing your body against hers. The cameras snapped, capturing the pure moment between you two. Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye all shared a knowing glance, taking this moment as confirmation of Aneka’s previous theory. “Thank you,” You whispered as you pulled away, the soft smile never leaving your face. 

“Nothing to thank me for my love,” Shuri replied, matching your smile. The sound of cameras shuttering reminded Shuri that even though this was a private moment between the two of you, it was subject to be blasted all over the internet at any moment. Plus the sound of one camera that seemed to be clicking more rapidly than others was starting to make her uncomfortable. “Do you maybe want to go inside now?” 

You could sense the nervousness in Shuri’s voice, you couldn’t figure out what brought it on but you wanted to do your best to make it go away. Grabbing her hand you replied with a smile “Yes,” before dragging her into the restaurant with Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye tailing behind. 

The interior looked just as you remembered it, small and homey with a clear view of the kitchen so you could watch your food be prepared and cooked. Typically lunchtime in DC meant this place was packed but strangely no one else was there aside from the chefs and the waiter who guided you to your table. Shuri held out your chair and pushed you in, sitting in the same corner you sat in when you would come all those years ago. 

“Did you have this place shut down?” You ask seriously once Shuri takes her seat across from you at the table. 

Unfolding the napkin into her lap she chuckled. “And what if I did?”

You groan and shoot her a look she’s familiar with, level one annoyance. “Shuri,” You state firmly. “You can’t just buy out a restaurant for the two of us, they’re going to lose money!”

“My love,” Shuri scoffed. “It is not just the two of us. Aneka, Okoye, Ayo.” She called the names of the three Dora’s and they all came to your table in an instant. Quite frankly you sometimes found their haste and devotion a little scary, they were always popping up places in the blink of an eye. 

“Yes, my Queen?” Ayo spoke first. 

You and Shuri maintained eye contact while she spoke to Ayo. You were curious about what she would say and she was determined to prove a point. 

“The three of you grab a table together. Take advantage of this fine cuisine my wife raves so much about.”

Okoye tried to refuse. “Our job is to be focused on you, having a meal would only distract us.” 

This time you spoke up. “Take a break please, all three of you. You work so tirelessly to protect us all the least you could do is eat lunch. On Shuri’s dime of course.” You added the last part in and caught the smile that Aneka tried to fight.

The three women all looked at each other deciding if they were going to comply or not. One swift head nod from Okoye confirmed that you had won them over. All three walked away and sat at a table far enough away to not disturb you but still close enough that they could keep an eye out in case anything went awry.

“Five people are not the same amount of money as a DC lunch rush.” You remarked. Level two annoyance detected.  

“Did you wear that skirt for me?” Shuri asked seemingly ignoring your comment in favor of talking about something she wanted to discuss. 

“What? No, I wore it 'cause I like skirts.” Eying Shuri up and down you continued. “We’re hurting their profit margins, Shuri.”

“I don’t like it when you say my name like that. Shuri.” She repeated the way you said her name. “So much contempt, I used to think you might actually hate me.” 

Your wife's comments made you pause and you took a sip of water while you digested your thoughts. “Shuri,” It came more softly from your mouth this time. “Have you listened to anything I’ve said? We can’t just shut a place down for five people. 

The Queen sighed, as much as she loved her wife's strong will it was times like this that she wished you would just drop things. “Of course, I have listened to what you said, I didn’t just shut the place down. I’m paying double what they normally make per hour for however long we’re here, plus a tip for taking on Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye.” 

“Oh,” You said quietly. 

“Mhm,” Shuri replied, taking a sip of her own water. “Now are you ready to drop this so we can have a nice lunch?” 

“Yes.” 

The conversation flowed well between you and Shuri. She was able to delve into some details about current council debates that were stressing her and you offered your insight on how to best achieve what she was looking for. You made everything seem so simple and Shuri appreciated it in contrast to how she overthought everything. The conversation died down as you two finished the last bites of the meal, savoring every drop of sauce left on your plate. 

Shuri nibbled the inside of her lip and pushed the remaining food around her plate as she watched you. Something was on her mind and you knew it. 

“Out with it already.” You commanded dabbing the napkin at the edge of your mouth. Shuri’s confused face only made you laugh. “This marriage thing means we’ve spent a lot of time together, willingly or unwillingly. I can tell when something is on your mind so spill, let it out.

The young royal shifted in her seat, unaware of how obvious her actions had been. She was so used to being able to pick up on everyone else’s patterns of behavior due to her enhanced abilities but never had someone picked up on hers. Thinking for a moment, she shook her head no. “It’s too personal, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Especially after the beautiful lunch we had.” 

“Shuri, we’re married, if I really don’t want to, I just won’t answer.” Your response was simple and Shuri appreciated that. 

“You um never talk about Genelia?” It came out like a question more than a statement like it was intended. “I noticed that today, when the President’s idiot self brought it up you, seemed almost a little upset. Is there a reason you don’t want to talk about it?” 

You tensed up once Shuri finished her sentence, in all honesty, Genelia was not on your list of topics you wanted to discuss today, or any day for that matter. But the way Shuri spoke, her question seemed genuine like she wanted to really know what happened. 

Clearing your throat you started. “Genelia and I have a complicated relationship, a majority in part due to my parents. I’m sure you know from interviews and just the public perception of me pre us, I hadn’t been home in years. I lived between France and the United States comfortably I might add for the end of my teen years. What you don’t know however is what made me leave for so long.” You paused here allowing yourself to breathe, these aren't memories you revisited often. 

“I know I say a lot that I’m the only daughter of Genelia but that’s technically not true, I’m the only living daughter of Genelia.” 

A look of confusion danced across Shuri’s face, she knew you had plenty of siblings but never had you mentioned a sister. You constantly cracked jokes in interviews about how growing up surrounded by all boys made you tough, so to hear about this mystery sister didn’t quite add up. 

“Her name was Yara and she was only a year older than me. We did everything together, she was my best friend and we didn’t spend a day apart. I mean I think my mother had to get us separate rooms because I would crawl into bed with her at night.” That smile Shuri had seen earlier crept back up on your face as you reminisced on the good times with your older sister. Imagining what she would say if she saw you now all grown up and married. 

“But Yara you know, she was too good for this world I think, that’s the only justification I can come up with. Her little body just wasn’t built to hold all the light she had, she was too much for it. Over the years she became weaker and weaker. And when I was sixteen she uh passed.” The memory of the day she finally passed still stuck out in your mind, how your parents kept you from her until the last minute. How you sat and held all of your tears because you knew Yara didn’t like to see you cry. Her death had been a long drawn-out process and it had been painful to watch your sibling slowly deteriorate.  

“My parents didn't really know how to let me grieve like I should’ve been able to. We fought almost every day, just over the stupidest shit. Eventually, they pulled me aside and said I was becoming a bad influence on my younger siblings, that I used Yara’s death as an excuse to act up.” Your voice got quieter as you continued speaking. “My parents told me they had other children to raise, other children to help grieve and I was getting in the way of that. They sent me to France the very next morning.” 

Shuri looked at you with the first expression of hers that you couldn’t track. There was a sadness in her eyes but the corners of her lips were tight as if she was mad. “I am sorry to have made you dredge up something so personal, sthandwa.” Reaching across the table she took your hand in hers rubbing it soothingly. “Yara sounds like she was a beautiful girl and an amazing older sister. I am sorry that your parents didn’t allow you to grieve her properly, I know how important that process is.”  

At that moment, looking Shuri in her eyes while she held your hand in hers, you never felt closer to her. Not when you two shared your first kiss in front of millions on your wedding day, not during the countless interviews you too had done, not even during the rare times you did share a laugh when you were both home. No, none of those times compared to the connectedness you experienced with your wife at that moment. It scared you how being this connected made you want to be vulnerable to Shuri, you couldn’t let that happen, to tell all of your secrets to her after just one dinner. 

You broke eye contact and Shuri took that as a sign to pull her hand away from yours. “It’s okay, I’m not as upset as I used to be about it. Honestly, I’ve been thinking I might want to go back someday.” You said the statement so casually but Shuri’s eyes shot up from the table. 

“What?” 

“I think I might wanna go back someday, to Genelia.” You repeated. 

“No, my love, I heard you, I just can’t understand why you would want to go back to a country that treated you so poorly.” Shuri’s comments made sense and you nodded.

“I’m not saying tomorrow Shuri,” You were careful how you said her name remembering her earlier comments. “I just mean before I die you know? I’ve still got siblings over there that I need to repair things with.” 

The morbidity of your comments got Shuri’s eyes rolling but she understood your sentiment nonetheless. The end of your comment piqued her interest but she decided against asking as she had already made you delve into your personal life. The queen allowed a few beats to pass, just admiring your beauty before she spoke, “I have to say entle I enjoyed this dinner with you.” 

Shuri’s comments made you smile from ear to ear. “Thank you lovely, I did too.” 

Lovely? That was the first honorific you had ever used for her when a camera wasn’t present. Shuri couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks, you thought she was lovely? 

“A shame it has to come to an end though, maybe we could do this more when we’re back home?” Shuri asked the question hesitantly as she rose from her chair holding her hand out to you. 

Now it was your turn to blush. The idea of getting to spend quality time with Shuri, uninterrupted like you just did, was a dream you honestly thought was never going to be possible. You took her hand as you stood. “I would love that, but who says that we have to end it here?” 

“What do you mean?” Shuri asked, still holding onto your hand. 

“Yes, what do you mean my Queen?” Okoye was very quickly approaching you and Shuri with Aneka and Ayo flanking either side of her. Shit, trying to convince Shuri of your plan would be easy, but getting it passed those three would be a difficult process. 

“I just mean there's a walk-up ice cream shop, not even a block from here. Like literally right up the street. You batted your eyelashes at Shuri. “We could all get ice cream before we go, my treat!” 

Shuri laughed at you and you couldn’t tell if it was because the idea of you paying for something was comical or if it was because you thought Okoye was going to go for it. 

“No,” Okoye answered simply, blinking at you unfazed by the puppy dog eyes you were trying to give her. “The area hasn’t been swept; there is no way for us to ensure your safety.” 

“And we’ve been in one unsecure location for too long, our whereabouts could be known by anyone at this point,” Ayo added to strengthen Okoye’s point. 

“It was secure enough for all of us to have a meal.” You argued back, the taste of the insane flavor combinations the shop was known to mix up already on your tongue. “It’s a Mom and Pop ice cream shop, just one scoop and we’re done!” 

Shuri shifted in her heels, rocking back and forth trying to decide if this was worth it. On the one hand, Okoye and Ayo were right, her last-minute decision to take you out here had caused a lot of disruptions to their normal security protocol. And the pictures that had been taken of you two had surely already made their round through the internet meaning your location was public. It was a risky idea. But on the other hand there you were, blinking up at her with your beautiful brown eyes, the ghost of that smile appearing on your lips as you anticipated her response. How could she say no to that? 

“One scoop can’t hurt can it?” She turned to Okoye who stared back at Shuri dumbfounded. 

“My queen, I cannot advise that this is the safest decision.” Okoye was always honest with Shuri. “But if you two insist, we can do ONE scoop in a cup for you to take back on the jet. Deal?” 

You squealed in excitement for the second time in the day. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You repeated the statement over and over to Shuri and Okoye who watched you with boredness and amusement respectively. 

The three women escorted you and Shuri out of the restaurant after Shuri had paid, you watched her leave a healthy tip on both of the tables before leaving. Just as you promised right up the block there was an ice cream shop with just two windows, one to order and the other one to pick up your cone. You stood reading over the menu, mulling over what you were going to get when Okoye’s voice cut in. 

“You two hurrying up would be ideal. I do not like how exposed we are right now.” Okoye stood directly next to Shuri, while Aneka and Ayo had disappeared, presumably protecting you and Shuri from other areas of attack. 

Hearing Okoye’s words, Shuri wrapped her hand around your waist and gently pushed you in front of her so that her back was to the street and you were shielded. The gesture made you blush, she was always so protective of you. 

“I’ll have one scoop of your double chocolate coffee crunch in a cup please.” You said to the white man behind the counter who gave you a curt nod. His being there felt a little funny to you, you could have sworn this was a black-owned business who specialize in hiring specifically previously incarcerated black people. Although to be fair it had been years since you’d been there, their policies could have changed due to demand or the job market. 

“And I’ll have just a scoop of your chocolate please, in a cup as well,” Shuri added in behind you before placing her card to pay before you could bring yours out. She quelled your protests with a quick kiss on your forehead. 

You two stood off to the side while you waited for your ice cream. Shuri’s arms had now moved to rest around your neck, pulling you against her once again with her chin resting on top of your head. Take full advantage of the height difference between you two even though it wasn’t that big. You felt safe like this, wrapped up in her. 

The bell dung signified your order was ready and before Shuri could move to get it, you were already slipping out of her arms making your way over to pick it up. All of your attention was on Shuri as you turned away from the counter and stuck your tongue out at her. Earning a laugh from your wife, one of your favorite sounds.

You turned back to take the cups from the man but were instead met by the barrel of a gun aimed directly at you. Fear overtook you and the most you could get out was “Shuri!” before two shots rang out hitting you in the abdomen. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that, your body fell back against the concrete with a harsh thud. You blinked and Shuri was at your side, hands pressing kimoyo beads into your stomach. Another blink and you saw Okoye jumping through the window at the counter in an attempt to apprehend the man who had so carelessly tried to take your life. Your wife was speaking to you in jumbled sentences, mixtures between Xhosa and English. The recurring sentence you could make out was her plea to you,

 “Stay with me.” 

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Life is Strange: Double Exposure- Initial thoughts

So. I bought the early access version and want to give my initial thoughts on this game, having played Chapter 1 and some of Chapter 2.

PLEASE DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET SPOILED!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

First of all, the biggy. The huge issue everyone on social media and who has seen spoilers/played the game is ranting about right now. Some people (actually, a lot of people) are even choosing to refund their purchase, or to not interact with the game at all anymore due to this...

Deck Nine have seemed to dismiss the player's major choice from the ending of LIS 1, where we either chose to sacrifice Chloe or Arcadia Bay. The way they chose to (pretty lazily) write in how Max and Chloe broke up- (via a letter from Chloe, if we chose the 'we broke up' dialogue option at the start of this game)?.....a pretty shitty decision, and, for the majority of fans, seemingly a deal-breaker. A lot of fans are also disappointed in Chloe seemingly not being in this game at all...but I'll write more on that in a sec.

As for my opinions so far...I'm not gonna lie, yes I was a little disappointed and I can fully appreciate why so many people are hating, but it was something I could personally look past (even though I chose bae over bay). Firstly, the trailers and teasers leading up to this early access release pretty much set my expectations for this going in- that Chloe would likely not be a main part of the storyline at all, and that the major choice made at the end of LIS 1 wouldn't be, either. Okay, yes, the writing connecting this game to LIS 1 could have been a lot better. But...

Max is much older, and the story is centred on her time at Caledon, with new friends, a new setting and a new storyline. I went into this game really excited about all of these new things, instead of having my heart set on a game centred around the continuation of LIS 1.

LIS 1- related things aside for a sec... I LOVE the new setting, it's really gorgeous, I love the design of the university and all the new characters we get to meet, the soundtrack is amazing, and I'm just having such a blast playing this game. It's so cosy. And it certainly keeps the charming, cringe-at-times but hilarious dialogue and vibe we get in every other Life is Strange game, and I love it so much. The characters are all pretty unique, too, and I am quickly growing attached to some (and already hating others...lmao). Max's new ability to switch between universes is really well-done. I love using it and seeing all the, often subtle, little differences that really add to the atmosphere and the story-telling of the game imo.

So...personally I am really enjoying Double Exposure so far!

Back to the whole 'Max and Chloe' thing... it feels as though the game could (take this with a pinch of salt) go a certain way in regards to Chloe. I have a theory (a VERY far-fetched one, but a theory, nonetheless). If there is a chance of them actually having Chloe be in this game in Chapters 3, 4 or 5, it might just redeem a bit of respect back from the fandom. I don't think they will, but something in the back of my mind, a slither of hope, if you will, is saying that they might just do this...

So, in Chapters 1 and 2, Max finds polaroids that neither her in the 'Dead World' or her in the 'Living World' have taken. Suggesting that there aren't only two alternate universes. Now, all of these other alternate universes may have only 'opened' to Max in the present, but surely they aren't only influenced by what has happened to Safi. What if an alternate universe, perhaps the one that these mysterious polaroids are from, had Max and Chloe's relationship (or breakup) happen differently? Who's to say that we won't get a sudden, unexpected change in a future chapter where Max and Chloe meet in an alternate reality, where they didn't break up, or where they did break up but differently, or something like that?...I don't fucking know. I'm rambling lmao. I don't want to give false hope. Maybe I'm clutching at straws atp. But in LIS 1, remember when they (Don'tNod) completely baffled us with the whole, sudden 'polaroid time-travel, William being alive and Chloe ending up disabled' reality? If Deck Nine really wanted to take that kind of route with this game, this would be a hell of a way to do it. Take a sudden turn in a non- early access chapter, have people fooled, and all that. But this is Deck Nine- they have a 'reputation', and maybe they just fucked up.

Unless I've missed a crucial point of LIS 1 or LIS: DE where this just would not be possible (?), I just can't help but think that there could still be a little bit of hope for the people who wanted to see Chloe, or who are immensely effected and disappointed by how her and Max's relationship played out according to this game.

Probably not gonna happen, though. Just food for thought. If nothing close to this happens then I'm still going to fully appreciate and love this game either way, as I already currently am.

This is a hell of a waffle, but I just wanted to get all my thoughts down. Would love to hear anyone else's opinions on this whole thing. Do you like this game? Are you avoiding it now after hearing 'the news'? Do you hate Deck Nine? Are my thoughts on a potential turn-around completely wacko? lol. Any and all opinions welcome!

(also, I stream on twitch occasionally. I've been streaming some LIS:DE early access, but I play all sorts of games. if thats your thing and you wanna check out my twitch, my channel is 'splritwolf') :)

[humannaturee]

thirty five, she/her   ⟡   —   is that BAE NAYEON i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for SIX MONTHS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE CLIFFS. at face value, they’re said to be POLITE and INDEPENDENT, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite STUBBORN and SELF-INDULGENT. just don't get on their bad side, I guess! don't tell then i told you thid, but i've heard they DO believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them?

BASIC INFORMATION:

First Name: Nayeon

Family Name: Bae

Birthday: 4th August, 1989

Zodiac sign: Leo

Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea

Time In Town: Six months

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: Horror novelist

Faceclaim: Seo Yea-ji (Yeji)

APPERANCE:

Nayeon is a 5'7" women of South Korean descent. She has naturally dark brown hair, verging on black unless in direct sunlight with eyes of a similiar shade, which seem to sparkle with a caramel hue in the sun. She's of a slender build, kept up by obvious workouts she does to maintain her lean build. Most of the time, Nayeon is dressed to impressed, never wanting to be seen as sloppy. That is one thing she would never stand for, so she's always wearing expensive clothing with her hair and make up done to perfection. Heels are a must, she's rather deal with the pain than look upkept.

PERSONALITY:

NYeon is a very complex person. While she's strong and confident, she has a side that often lacks the ability to see herself as anything of importance, but she often over compensates with a self assuresnce most people can't see past because she's worried people will use her vunerability against her. She can either be your best friend or your worst enemy - a walking contradiction. She keeps the people she loves close to her while easily pushes those that don't matter into the background. Nayeon keeps her circle small, as she fears people use her for status rather than actually wanting to be her friend. She far more of a closed book than she first appears, Nayeon doesn't often reveal much about herself and prefers to keep her cards close to her chest. She's easy enough to talk to, it's just unlikely for her to let her guard down and become someone's best friend. Vulnerability isn't a strong suit of hers. While she often wishes she had someone she could confide in she always been apprehensive to let anyone in. Past expirences have taught her it's better not to trust anyone, so she closes herself off from people and can appear cold some times. Happiest when she's writing, Nayeon loses herself in the fictional worlds she creates. No monster she writers of could ever be more terrifying than the humans she encounters.

BIOGRAPHY:

Most of her life, Nayeon has felt lonely. As an only child, she came from a family of wealth, and while she never struggled financially, it always felt as though she was a burden to the people that were suppose to show her what love is. Because of this, she started acting out at an early age hoping for just a scrap of attention. Her parents usually brushed off their concerns over Nayeon, berating her for her foolish antics, often more concered over her embrassing their name than they were over finding the cause of her problems.

Due to the lack of parental responsibility in her life, Nayeon was forced to become independent at a young age. She was always far too intelligent for someone so young, at school this was highlighted by her teachers but it never meant much to Nayeon who knew she was only as smart as she was because her survival instincts forced her to be that way. Due to her wise ways, she skipped a few grades in school and this meant that Nayeon often struggled to make friends. Nayeon was always complemented on her beauty, which usually would boost your social status, but with everyone so much older than her, it felt as though they were on completely different paths of life. She never fit in and was often mocked by her peers as they didn't understand her.

Nayeon soon realised the only people that ever tried to get close to her, were people who were actually more interested in her family status and wealth than they were with her. Nayeon's family own several important, well sort after companies and everyone wanted a slice. This meant that Nayeon always found herself on gaurd, never fully trusting people on her life which made her even more of a recluse.

This is around the time Nayeon really started getting into books. When she wasn't causing havoc, slandering the Bae family name to humiliate her parents, she was getting lost in fantasy worlds. It was the only solace she truly had. When she was reading, Nayeon didn't feel like the sad, lonely girl she knew she was and rather felt like her life had meaning. Literature became her favourite thing, and she started writing herself as inspiration took over.

As if she wasn't enough outcast, Nayeon discovered she had an affinity for the darker aspect in life. While most people coward at the things that go bump in the night, Nayeon developed a fascination with it. At her status, the family background she came from called for a well rounded daughter, who fit in line with the sexist, immoral standards that had unfortunately raged on for centuries. Nayeon was never any of that, she decided that if people didn't accept her for who she was then she didn't want them in her life. While lonely, she was unapologetically herself and thoufh that lead to low self-esteem, Nayeon became an expert at covering it up with a faux air of arrogance, which no one never questioned.

At sixteen, Nayeon began to write her real tale as an assignment. A story of a zombie born into a world of humans. A horror novel with such graphic twists, most of her teachers were left with raised eyebrows. But at this point, despite her young age, Nayeon was in college and one of her professors took an interest in the work she was doing. He helped Nayeon develop the short story into a full book, something which Nayeon had always wanted to do but hadn't been fully confident enough with her writing skills to sit down and force herself to make a reality. Unbeknown to her, Nayeon's professor sent the book to several publishing firms and one of them wrote back, detailing their excitement in regards to the novel and this began the steady incline of Nayeon's career.

She'd always felt indebted to the professor who took her writing seriously, so along with writing a dedication to him in her first novel, Nayeon always helped him if he was ever in financial struggle and visited when he was lonely. Dropping out of college against her parents wishes, Nayeon moved out of the family home at seventeen and put all her energy on writing. It seemed as though evert year she had a new hit horror novel. Her parents were ashamed of this, while Nayeon was thriving, they saw her writing as blasphemous and so their realationship further deteriorate. The last time Nayeon saw them was when she was twenty-one, at her grandmother funeral. Sometimes Nayeon craves that family dynamic she was always longing for throughout her childhood, but she knows it doesn't exist. At least not for her.

While she grew up, Nayeon was always causing trouble in one way or another. Nothing too dramatic to get the news outlets talking, but enough that people would label her as bad news before even getting to know her. She didn't care much, until suddenly she did. A chance encounter with a man known as Hajoon at a hotel they were both staying at changed her outlook on life. Nayeon never cared about relationships, often finding them too messy, she was fine by himself. But Hajoon broke down her barriers, slowly and steady, she felt completely safe with him. He was her opposite, kind and giving. He showed her a world filled with love and compassion, a world which she never believed to exist. Hajoon was her person, and she never loved as deeply as she did with him.

It took a while, but Hajoon and Nayeon made their relationship official. Nayeon's writing continued and things were going really well, but her antics never truly stopped and Hajoon was growing tired of her behaviour. His parents didn't accept her, a big deal for their culture, he asked Nayeon to try and play nice with them but she refused to be anything but herself. Her stubborn nature caused them to buttheads often, they didn't like Nayeon's self importance, her blasé attitude and found her writing material to be rather repulsive, while she found them to be pompous and self righteous. Eventually that was what fractured the realtionship between her and Hajoon. While they were both deverstated to call an end to their four year realtionship, he confessed that he couldn't be with someone his parents despised and Nayeon was once again on her own.

From then on, it felt like the spark that once shined so bright burnt out. Nayeon had never given herself to someone the way she had to him, and with him out of her life, she didn't truly know how to cope. Writing seemed futile and so she stopped trying and lead an empty existence. When the year mark of the end of their relationship hit, that was the wake up call she needed. Publishers were still writing, asking for her latest novel and Nayeon didn't want to live in despair anymore. Forcing herself to move on was the hardest thing she ever did, but Nayeon knew she needed to do it.

If she was going to make a fresh start, Nayeon decided she needed to be somewhere else. As much as she loved Seoul, it was tainted with heartbreak and so she started doing hard research on places she could find a home in. Details of different cities, suburbs and countries often hit her laptop screen but nothing caught her interest until she stumbled upon a little fishing town knows as Kilmer's Cove — a charming place with beautiful water, stunning architecture and idyllic scenery. But what caught her attention the most was the ghost stories, the tale of the shipwreck that happened years ago and still makes the rounds with the locals.

With new found hope for inspiration, on a whim, Nayeon packed up all her belongings and shipped them to Kilmer's Cove, her new home away from the lonely existence she'd been living. She's only been in Kilmer's Cove for six months but she's already writing like crazy. Inspiration hit the moment she stepped foot in the little town, and she finds herself believing the ghost tales more and more. While she isn't the most social person around, she's polite to the locals and has managed to find her way around. She's at peace when she's spending time at The Ciffs and oftentimes writes her best ideas when she's there.

HEADCANONS:

TBA.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

TBA.

[themeepyfreak]

Day 3: Love Languages

Neal/Bae: Physical Touch

Neal/Bae's love language is the easiest to parse out in canon because it's prevalent throughout. Ever since Bae was a baby, physical touch was how Rumple expressed his love to him. In every flashback scene with Rumple and Bae, Rumple has a hand on Bae, silently supporting and protecting him.

And the show writers use this nonverbal interaction to parallel Bae and Rumple's relationship as it becomes more strained. When Rumple becomes the Dark One, his touch becomes more possessive. This continues until Bae starts rejecting Rumple's touch (as he rejects the Dark One) when Rumple tries to reach out to him in "Nasty Habits" and "Manhattan". In both "The Return" and "Manhattan", Rumple's abandonment of Bae is described as Rumple letting go of Bae's hand- a very physical action. That's why the moment when Bae grabbed Rumple's hand in "The Miller's Daughter" is so impactful- because it is the first time that Bae wholeheartedly accepts his father's touch and affection in centuries, even if he is still angry. As season 3A progresses, Bae physically distances himself from his father in Neverland when he finds out about the prophecy and feels like he can't trust him in "Nasty Habits". However, once Bae forgives his father in "Save Henry", he enthusiastically hugs him. In season 3B, Bae and Rumple literally share a body due to Rumple's love for Bae- their physical closeness once again symbolizing their repaired relationship. When Bae dies in "Quiet Minds", his hand falls out of Rumple's, representing their permanent separation. Bae no longer needs Rumple's physical touch and affection because Bae's no longer there.

Using touch to portray affection and genuine care is a theme for Bae throughout his life. In "Second Star to the Right", Bae uses physical touch to comfort Wendy. And later in "Tallahassee", Bae is more physically affectionate with Emma the more that time passes and the closer that they become. Even as early as their first "date" in "There's No Place Like Home", Bae plays with Emma's glove when he's being vulnerable to feel closer to her physically without crossing her boundaries and touching her.

Bae's need for physical affection in "Tallahassee" (especially after being touch starved in Neverland for centuries) is complemented by Emma reciprocating that physical affection despite not being a touchy person. Emma starts out being standoffish in the beginning of "Tallahassee" and "There's No Place Like Home", drawing into herself and avoiding any physical touch. However, as time passes, she gets more comfortable with being physically affectionate and even initiates it, especially when Bae is upset. One canon example is when Emma grounds Bae with physical touch when Bae is agitated about the wanted poster. When Bae starts arguing against Emma going for the watches, she swings her arm around him which seems to calm him down to the idea more.

I headcanon that Emma and Bae did a lot of hand-holding and non-verbal communication throughout their relationship. I think that they had signals to each other to make sure the other person is alright (which would have helped during heists as well) to complement Emma's innate ability to read Bae. I think that Emma realized early on that the best way to comfort Bae after nightmares was physical touch (hugs, gentle kisses). I can also see Emma sidling up to Bae whenever she sensed that something was bothering him and just quietly grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers in between his to remind Bae that he's not alone and make him relax almost instantly.

Just like physical touch is used to display the progress in Bae and Rumple's relationship, it is also used to show the progress in Bae and Emma's relationship when they reunite.

Bae has a tendency to fidget with his scarf, especially when he is vulnerable around Emma, which I think is a self-soothing technique. He longs for her physical touch, but too much has happened between them for him to reach out to her, so he physically touches his scarf to comfort himself. It isn't until the penultimate episode of season 2 after he breaks up with Tamara that he finally reaches out to Emma, hugging her when she's about to fall through the portal. This continues in season 3A when he hugs her after getting out of the cage in "Ariel" and stays beside her to support her throughout.

Emma, on the other hand, tries to be standoffish around Bae but fails miserably- just like how she tries to deny her love for Bae but fails. Since they reunite, Emma is always pictured by Bae's side (which is seen in many stills from season 2B and 3A). Not to mention that other than Henry, Emma initiates physical contact (even if it is just casual) with Bae more than anyone else in canon in the earlier seasons. In season 2B, she physically pushes him in "The Miller's Daughter" when he stops to stare at the magical chalk barrier, and she physically grabs him to stop him from going after Henry when Henry confronts Regina in "Welcome to Storybrooke". In season 3A, Emma hugs Bae in Neverland after they get him out of the cage in "Ariel", Emma sidles next to Bae to hug him after his father dies (which encourages Henry to do the same) in "Going Home", and Emma's the one who initiates the hug with Bae at the town line when they are about to be separated yet again. When Bae dies in "Quiet Minds", Emma pulls Bae into her arms and lets Bae die being physically comforted by her- being loved. And lastly, when Emma reunites with Bae briefly in the underworld in "Souls of the Departed", Emma caresses Bae's face, showing that she still loves him even though he is dead.

This behavior especially stuck out to me because in the earlier seasons, the other person usually has to initiate physical contact for Emma to return it. But with Bae, she's a lot more liberal and initiative with physical touch, even when she "hates" him.

Finally, to cement how Bae associates physical touch with love and affection, Bae is very physically affectionate with Henry. From their first meeting, Bae mimics Henry's body language and leans in close to him when talking, showing his love and interest through nonverbal communication. As they get closer, Bae is always touching Henry- ruffling his hair, patting his shoulder, carrying him, hugging him, wrestling with him in the background of "The New Neverland", etc. And Henry returns it readily, appreciating physical affection just like his father does (though probably not as desperately as Bae seems to crave it). The blatant physical affection between Henry and Bae is what makes their relationship seem so close and loving, even if they had a limited time together.