#I need more Celine appreciation

[nottheratking]

Celine I love you!!!!

[lovverletters]

Yandere! Male Lead

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

A/N : this took so many hours to finish Aghhh. Reblogs, notes and Feedback are appreciated!

T/W : death, yandere behaviour, etc

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💌 You woke up in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't the bedroom of your friend whom you had fell asleep in. The only memory you had of last night was falling asleep next to your friend's laptop while they were playing the new visual novel 'Flightless Dove'.

🎀 You couldn't have possibly experiencing those 'transmigration' thing in one of those isekai manwha/manga! Those aren't real! At least that's what you thought..

💌 Looking at the full body mirror across from the bed, you let out a sigh of relief. You still have your own features and body. However the picture frames on the bedside table reveals your identity in this new world you have been thrown into,

(Name) (Last Name), best friend of the protagonist and the heir to (Last Name) Corporation.

🎀 With this information, you recount that despite them being a side character, their story is unnecessarily tragic.

You were determined to change their fate.

Routes under the cut!

💌 Choose your route :

🍓The Fiancé 🍓

❣️Yandere! Fiancé whom you were incredibly wary of when you first met him. He was a terrible partner towards the original host, neglectful and rude towards them. Later, falling in love with Celine, the female lead and killing them to be with her.

❣️Yandere! Fiancé who you approached with caution, intending to be acquainted with him in order to hopefully guide him into becoming a normal human being. He was distant and closed off at first, shooing you off but eventually somewhat enjoys your presence.

❣️Yandere! Fiancé who finally begun opening up to you, sharing his troubles and worries with you, how angry he was at his parents for setting up this engagement without his knowledge. It's almost as if the two of you were actually lovers :)

❣️Yandere! Fiancé who falls in love with you, hard. The previous cold hearted man now replaced with a lovesick puppy who follows you around at any chance given. Always gifting you things he came across while on a business trips as a show of his affection. It's to also serve as his claim over you, that you belong to him, that you are his fiancé.

❣️Yandere! Fiancé who completely ignores the female lead numerous attempts at mingling with him. He's a faithful man, he had promised himself to you, so why should he tolerate this woman's presence any longer? Should he just kill her already? She's pissing him off greatly.

❣️Yandere! Fiancé who were envious of your friends, he wanted to be the only one you look at, the only one who you'd smile at and laugh with. Why are you giving away what's rightfully his to nobodies??

❣️"Promise me you'll never leave me, cause if you do, I wouldn't know what I'd do.."

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🍒The Childhood Friend🍒

❣️Yandere! Childhood Friend who's the only person you liked in the game as he's only one who stuck by the original host's side through thick and thin. Even attempting to avenge them after their death.

❣️Yandere! Childhood Friend who were surprised by your attitude towards him- not that he was against it- you were more animated and affectionate with him, it made his heart flutters everytime you complimented or gave him a hug. Have you finally reciprocate his feelings for you?

❣️Yandere! Childhood Friend who were in love with you ever since the two of you were kids. He was a loner that nobody wanted to befriend until you came along, suddenly there was a crowd of kids wanting to be friends with him. They don't matter to him though, in his eyes, you're the only friend he needed.

❣️Yandere! Childhood Friend who were incredibly jealous and resentful towards your fiancé! He was such a lucky man to be engage to you yet stupid enough to not see your worth. Can't he sees how beautiful and intelligent you are? How amazing you are compare to him??

❣️Yandere! Childhood Friend who were aware that he wasn't your only admirer. While he had been successful in scaring away your other suitors, the protagonist and even your fiancé weren't as easy. They too share the same strong feelings he have for you. And they weren't going to back down anytime soon.

❣️Though just like them, he too wouldn't be giving up on you. He was tired of seeing you with someone who's undeserving of you, who doesn't know how to treat you right.

❣️"You're the sunshine to my lonely self you know that, (Name)? I love you :)"

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⚘️The Protagonist⚘️

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who were the original host's best friend besides their childhood friend. He was your stereotypical main character, he was charming, attractive and powerful. Despite that, he still stuck around them until Celine came along.

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who you were determined to keep as an ally. After all the downfall of the original (Name) was because of a falling out between them and the protagonist. By having him as your friend, your chances of surviving this mad world is increased!

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who just like your childhood friend was surprised at your change of attitude towards him. He was used to your stoic and closed off self but was happy with your positive changes!

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who's feelings for you grow rapidly as days went by. He can't put a finger to what exactly it was about you that pulled him in. Was it your infectious laughter? Or your odd sense of humour that he can't help but adore you for? Your intelligence that never fails to amaze him?

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who were absolutely smitten by you that he ignores practically everyone including the female lead whom he's supposed to fall in love with. Nobody else is as important as you are to him. So why should he bother be around them when he can be with you instead? :)

❣️Yandere! Protagonist who despite his reputation as being kind and charming to others, would not hesitate to murder for you. Though he hasn't committed any, he is guilty of sending threats towards your other admirers. Unfortunately, your fiancé and childhood friend aren't as easy to rid of unlike like your other suitors.

❣️Too bad for them, he's not one to give up once he sets his eyes on something. He'll do whatever it takes if it meant that you'll be in his arms at the end of the day.

❣️"(Name), I hope you know how important you are to me. I love you now and forever"

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Part 2 coming soon?

[love-belle]

you were my summer love !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them missing each other while their friends go crazy over their relationship.

or

for when you know they'll be your love for all eternal summers. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

prequel - i want sweet revenge and i want him again ⋆·˚ ༘

warnings - language, mention of vodka once.

author's note - i am in fact not dead :) i hope u all like this <3 i will be back with a new post 4 months later jk I LOVE U THANK U

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paddock.club pierre gasly and celine d'souza have called it quits on their relationship after almost three months of dating, sources close to the pair reported. the pair started dating back in august after gasly broke up with his "summer love", y/n y/l/n, affectionately named as augustine by gasly and his fans. although their break up was kept hush for a long time and so was their relationship, pierre wasted no time in moving on and with none other than social media influencer, celine d'souza. "there is no bad blood between them," sources claimed, "they just didn't fit well and it was no good trying to make it work." for more details about their short-lived relationship and the driver's summer romance with the singer, click on the link in our bio.

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pierregasly do something about it

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-> username fr like "when i touch her i feel like im cheating on u" BABE????

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-> username the way my jaw dropped

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-> username charles is so valid bc she scares ME

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-> pierregasly okay mctwinks let's get you back in your playpens

-> landonorris unprovoked ☹️

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-> pierregasly charles???

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username i just KNOW charles is pulling at his hair rn bc i know my man has so much dirt on pierre but they reconciled a bit too quickly

-> charles_leclerc I DIDN'T GET TO TELL HER ABOUT THE DUCK INCIDENT

-> pierregasly ONE WORD AND I WILL ERASE YOU FROM THIS EARTH

-> yourusername charles ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ don't be shy ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ i always liked u the most out of ALL his friends ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ please elaborate ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

-> yukitsunoda0511 death would've been kinder than this ☹️

-> yourusername STOPPP U KNOW UR MY FAVOURITE I HATE THAT CHARLES MF HE TRIPS ME EVERY TIME I SEE HIM

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-> username HATE????

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-> username oh the lore is WILD

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-> yourusername i would but pierre would cry if i sang that song again now that he's back in my good books 😔💔

-> landonorris this is why you need to break up again x

-> pierregasly don't make me break check you next weekend

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-> username tears

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-> charles_leclerc i have seen you both TREMBLING at the prospect of human interaction

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-> yourusername DEVOURED AND BY HIS OWN GF

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-> username why r u like this 🧍

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pierregasly you were my summer love and now you'll be my forever love

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-> pierregasly she's currently cuddling roscoe and asking me to tell you to fuck right off

-> lewishamilton godmother privileges PROVOKED

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[samsno1]

Surprise

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

I'm a littleeeee late for his birthday one-shot but I did it! Happy Birthday Sammy, the biggest comfort character that I have and the reason for my obsession with a 15 season TV show

Summary: The morning of Sam's birthday didn't go according to planned - in the best way possible

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, naked-ness and hints of sexual intercourse but literally nothing happens, english is not my first language

WC: 1.7k

enjoy!

It was hilarious. The way Sam tried for so long to not bother you about his birthday. Brushing it off, claiming it was nothing, saying you never needed to do much for him because just your presence was enough to make him happy. It was cute but you never bought it, this year was the same thing.

You had woken up later than him that morning, noticed when you didn’t feel the warmth of his chest on your bare back and his hands holding you close like he did the night before. You wondered how he did it, the man kept you up all night and still was able to get up at six for his morning run. Either way, Sam usually went on runs early to clear his head and you knew his birthday was somewhat of a taboo for him – damn John Winchester. He wasn’t very open about it but, from what you knew about his father in the years you knew Sam and Dean, you could have an idea of why he didn’t take his birthday as an important date.

You got up, discarding the sheets, the cold hitting your naked body making goosebumps rise over your skin. The room was an absolute mess, your clothes and Sam’s scattered all around, half the sheet on the ground along with a pillow that you probably pushed off the bed to make up some space. You smiled to yourself feeling the warmth on your cheeks – it has been three years since you started dating Sam and five since you met him and he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time all over again.

You gathered some clean clothes of yours and decided to hop on the shower to really wake up and, since Sam never ate breakfast before a run, you wanted to start his special day with his favorite breakfast – made by you. Sam always appreciated anything you did for him, be it the simplest thing as breakfast or complex things such as, well, saving his life. Dean always teased about Sam being madly in love with you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. Little did he know it was practically the same for you too. The pining was terrible and you only noticed how embarrassing it truly was after you started dating. You assumed, though, it was always like that, what matters is that it worked out and it was one of the best decisions of your life to start a relationship with Sam Winchester.

You thought about all kinds of things you could do to surprise Sam later. He wasn’t much for parties and only drank casually – unlike his brother. He liked Celine Dion but you thought it would be too dismissive to buy a vinyl of hers for his birthday. To sum it up, Sam was a hard guy to buy gifts for because everything he told you when you asked what he liked to get was I don’t need much sweetheart, just give me anything and I’ll be more than happy. Ugh, such a cliché thing to say to your girlfriend.

While you were cooking the eggs you heard the loud noise of the metal door to the bunker closing and immediately smiled to yourself knowing your birthday boy had arrived. He ran down the stairs and you were able to hear his tired breaths from afar. You always wondered why he liked running so much, catching yourself thinking of all the different reasons why he might feel the need to run every morning. Maybe it was just great to workout, maybe he just needed some time alone, maybe he just likes the fresh air from time to time, either way, you weren’t by any means going to complain about waking up on an empty bed every now and again – it was one of the things he enjoyed, you weren’t going to ruin it for him.

You felt strong – and slightly sweaty – arms wrap around your waist from behind and soft lips kissing the side of your neck, a light hum coming out of his mouth as he smelled your perfume. “Good morning, Sweetheart” He whispered against your skin.

“Good morning baby, I’m making breakfast for you birthday boy” You said.

You felt him smile over your neck, and one of his hands snaked up and grasped your chin, turning your face to him. He quickly looked at your eyes, then your lips, leaning in to leave a long peck over them. You sighed dreamily through your nose, turning your body around completely to him, making him adjust his other hand on your waist. When he pulled away Sam was looking at you with the most loving eyes you had ever witnessed – well, he always looked at you like that.

“You didn’t have to”

“I wanted to, don’t start” You countered. You would’ve ran a hand through his hair, hugged him tight and showered him in kisses but, first, he needed an actual shower – his front strands were shining with sweat. “Now” You laid a hand over his chest “go take a shower so that I can greet you properly and for you to eat”

He lowered both his hands to your waist again and you felt his thumbs under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. He seemed to not have registered a word you said as he just stared dreamily at your face.

“Thank you” He said suddenly. You felt a seriousness in his tone, something more than just thanking you for making him food. The words hung heavy on his tongue and in your ears, your brain trying to process what he really meant by them. You knew that in ‘Winchester’ – or better, the way Sam and Dean spoke about feelings – ‘thank you’ could mean a thousand different things and emotions and this time it definitely wasn’t just for the eggs.

Sam noticed the confusion on your face, your beautiful eyes trying to read through his and figure it out. You were a smart woman, Sam knew that. He also knew you would not just take that thank you as something simple, specially with the way he said it. Truth was, Sam wanted to say so much more, to drown you in his words, to fill your body with emotions but he was just too scared. Every time he felt the need to tell you more, the constriction in his throat was stronger, the nervousness in his body was overwhelming and he would just not say exactly what he wanted to say. The velvet box hung heavy in the pocket of his shorts.

“For what?” You asked, almost in a whisper, eyebrows furrowed.

“For being you” He said and watched as a beautiful smile opened in your face. It’s now or never Sam, do it, fucking do it.

He let go of your waist, still smiling at you. Sam had told you before that nothing was a better gift for him than having you in his life. He meant that. He meant every single word. So, yeah, Sam Winchester faked going for a run this morning. Sam Winchester actually went to pick up a ring he had ordered a week ago. Sam Winchester wasn’t actually sweaty, he had thrown water on his front strands to fake it because you were so smart to the point you’d notice that he didn’t go for a run if his hair was dry.

Sam Winchester was on his knees in front of you, a beautiful golden ring inside a velvet box in his hand.

You were frozen as tears started to well up, your eyes glossy. “Sam..”

“You’re one of the many reasons I’m still here” He began “You make every breath I take worth it, you turned my world upside down the moment I saw you, you make me aspire to be better every single day. I look at you and I see life, a future and the forever love of my life” He took a breath, the constriction in his throat wasn’t beating him now, it wasn’t going to stop him. “I can’t see myself without you anymore so, please, if you’d give me the pleasure…____ ____, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you could feel it in your ears, tears were falling down your cheeks as Sam held your shaky hand in his. You’ve never felt happier, you’ve never wanted to scream this loud or cry this much. He was going to be the death of you.

“Yes!” You nodded aggressively, smiling wide “Yes, yes, God, a thousand times yes!”  You said loudly and Sam stood up with the intention of putting the ring around your finger but you just couldn’t hold back your happiness. 

As soon as he was up, you threw yourself at him, your arms around his neck and he almost lost his balance, swaying on his feet. You sobbed on his shoulder as he hugged you tight to him. You pulled back to look in his eyes and saw nothing but love, nothing but happiness and gave him a long kiss.

You pulled away and finally let him put the ring around your finger as you stared emotionally at it, the gold shining beautifully against your skin. When he looked at your face again he smiled, his dimples showing and his cheeks red.

“I was supposed to surprise you today” You said with feigned anger as you stared into his eyes. Sam shook his head and chuckled.

“I told you, there’s no gift I’d rather have than you”

“You’re so corny”

“You love it”

“Yeah, I love it…I love you”

“I love you” And he kissed you again, his hands holding your cheeks as if you were made of glass. You held his wrists to keep him there…Until the smell of something burning hit your nose and you pulled back with wide eyes.

“Oh Jesus Christ, the food!” You said desperately, turning around to turn the stove off. Sam just laughed at you, his fianceé, trying to swat the smoke away with your hand as you poured water over the brunt eggs. Yeah, best gift ever.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback makes those writings better. Thank you for reading XoXo

[pjmmania]

To Be a Viper - Prologue

Content Warnings: mentions of death, illegal/forced drug use

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The twenty-seven-year-old brunette adorned his torso with a grey jacket to match his classic-cut pants. Beneath the jacket was a simple white button-up, with a few buttons left undone near the collar. Everything was freshly pressed and smoothed to perfection, courtesy of the maid.

Standing in front of a full-body mirror, he leaned down and toyed with his hair a bit. He wanted it parted in the middle and mostly out of his face. Past experiences informed him that this was the best way to arrange it when he wanted to attract the opposite sex, and tonight was an important catch.

Suddenly, the young man heard the doorknob twist. It made him stand up straighter, as he knew it was probably his boss. He was one of the few who had a copy of the key to this hotel suite.

Correct in his assumption, his eyes fell upon the man's reflection in the mirror as he entered.

The boss, who also served as an older brother figure to him, was clad in much more casual clothing. He wasn't the one going out on this little mission. It was a solo job.

Crossing his arms over his simple black t-shirt, the boss smirked and cocked a brow, "Ah, you went with the Celine."

The younger went back to fixing his hair in the mirror, "So I did."

"I would have gone with the Louis Vuitton," The boss shrugged, "With the pinstripes. I love a good pinstripe."

Eyes were rolled, but he knew it was a jest, "You asked that I pull out all the stops. Trust me, I've never missed with this one. Women love it.”

The boss hummed and took a seat in the plush brown armchair in the corner of the room. Not quite as comfortable as the ones he owned back home, but this grand hotel had managed to find furniture that compared somewhat. Somewhat.

"You are due to leave soon so I won’t take up much of your time. I came to remind you to be quick," The boss said, "And careful."

He chuckled lowly, "Quick and careful are not words I’d use to describe the average rendezvous between a woman and myself.”

The boss became irate. The situation was extremely delicate, "I'm fucking serious, Taehyung."

"And I'm fucking joking, Jimin," The younger turned around once more to look at his eyes and reassure him, "I'm not an idiot. I know the objective."

"Not the time for joking," Jimin scowled with a tight jaw and intense eyes, "You need to bring her back unharmed, understand me?”

"I won’t harm a hair on her head, hyung," Taehyung put his hands up in defense, "Jesus Christ."

The boss sighed and leaned forward in the chair, resting his arms on his quadriceps, "Well excuse me for feeling slightly uncomfortable with sending one of my assassins to go kidnap this one. I swear to God, the only reason I'm sending you is-"

"Because I'm the only face here that our enemies wouldn't recognize, I know. You've made that abundantly clear every time we've talked about this job," Taehyung muttered, "You need to just fucking relax, huh? I got this.”

Jimin didn’t appreciate the cockiness and nonchalance in his subordinate. He knew how Taehyung could be with women. And while he needed him to go out and do the job, the thought of him seducing this particular target left a sour taste. He got up out of the chair and walked up to the suited, arrogant man.

Taehyung took in the leader’s face. His eyes could tear through metal, callous and deadly. Jimin got close to his face, staring him down and speaking lowly, “I have no doubt that you ‘got this’ Taehyung. But let me make another thing abundantly clear to you. This job isn’t a chance for you to get your dick wet. So go, flirt all you want and make her want to leave with you. But if you make your flirtations physical, there will be hell to pay."

Taehyung was silent. This exercise of power wasn’t necessarily new, but the motivation behind it was. He and the others had never seen their leader become so fiercely protective over someone who wasn’t his own. Someone who was, at this point in time, a stranger to them.

The younger knew better than to push back any further. Finally, he dropped the tone, “I understand.”

Jimin nodded once, his searing eye contact unyielding, “Good. Now put on some cologne and head out. Jungkook is waiting for you with the car.”

Taehyung sighed and proceeded to follow instructions.

The boss remained glued to the same spot, hands in his pockets. Watching his junior finish up, he subconsciously bit the inside of his cheek, unsettled in his gut.

Over the many years he’d spent in the business, he’d grown numb to it all. The blood, the theft, the torture, the kidnapping. It was all just part of this enormous task that had fallen into his lap years ago. Tonight, however, caused a stir within him. The nonchalance had been drained from his demeanor, replaced by a deep concern.

Before he noticed, Taehyung was at the door of the hotel suite, ready to leave, “Alright, I’m set. Anything else?”

Jimin’s gaze turned the opposite direction, towards the window at the other end of the room. Seoul was on the other side of that glass, aglow in the night. Busy, bustling, alive. The streets filling with people who had clocked out of work a few hours ago, now ready to let everything fall away at some bar or nightclub.

“Jimin?”

The older of the two didn’t move. His mind pondered various responses to Taehyung’s question. As much as he wanted to reiterate his order to be careful, there was no need to go down that road again. He knew all he needed to know.

“No,” Jimin said, “That is all. I’ll meet you back here in the morning.”

The door shut, and the job commenced.

The boss let out a breath he didn’t realize he was withholding, posture falling slightly.

This is really happening, he thought.

What he wanted least in the world was coming to pass - seeing you again.

He tried so hard for so long to avoid this. Bringing you into this mess was to inflict a permanent wound on you that would never heal. Old memories of you flashed in his mind. Some almost brought a smile to his face, only to be tainted by the fact that he was about to erase that version of you forever.

He remembered the day he said goodbye to you unknowingly for the last time. Had he known, he would have held you tighter, longer. He would have told you how much your friendship meant to him. How bright you made his days.

- Eleven years ago -

The cold steel of the locker created goosebumps on his arm as he leaned against it. The final bell of the day had rung and the hallway was flooded with students, some brushing against his other arm by accident in the swarm to exit the building.

Seventeen-year-old Jimin let out a sigh, pushing a few pieces of hair out of his face when he saw this one clique of girls pass by. He knew a few of them crushed on him and, though he'd never admit it, he enjoyed doing small things like that to work them up. One of them was named Hana. She was the one he had his sights on. An adolescent male like him couldn't help it.

Then you appeared and Jimin picked his backpack up from the floor, slinging it over his right shoulder. He also moved himself away from your locker so that you could access it.

"Hey you." You sighed as you used your typical greeting.

"Hey you. What took you so long?" He chided you, "Usually you're the one waiting for me."

You put your bag down with a huff, "Sorry. I had a question for Mrs. Choi after class and apparently so did many others."

Jimin, as per routine, took the opportunity to make fun of you, "Fucking dork, having questions about art history of all things."

You took it on the chin and returned the fire with a smirk, "You're one to talk. You stay after calculus all the time."

You dialed the correct series of numbers to unlock your locker and opened it.

"Advanced calculus." The ham corrected you.

Your eyes rolled as you retrieved your things from your locker and stuffed them into your backpack, "Whatever. The point is, we're both dorks. Just for different things."

Oh how he relished getting under your skin like that. He loved how your face looked when you became flustered. You might have been able to put on a grin, but your eyebrows would remain the tiniest bit serious. Having been your close companion since he was seven and you six, Jimin was an expert on your every expression.

"Hurry up, will you?" He continued pushing your buttons, "I'd like to get home."

You let out an audible sigh this time - another point for Jimin in the game of vexing you, "Then why don't you just leave without me and I'll walk?"

He laughed, "Because your parents would revoke my invitation to dinner with you guys on Sunday night."

You chuckled as you zipped up your backpack, "You know they would never. You're like a son to them. You and your brother. They wouldn't have you guys alone in that giant house while your parents are away for the weekend."

The two of you finally began your walk out of the building and into the parking lot. His car was always tucked away at the back of the lot.

Though your friendship was strong enough for both of you to feel relaxed with silent air between you, there was something you had been meaning to bring up. It was your turn to tease him.

"So," You said with a hint of mischief, "I heard Hana is having a party tomorrow night."

You watched his face change. His lips pursed as he tried not to smile. However, this attempt to appear unbothered was futile.

Your arms brushed together as you nudged him, "You going?"

Jimin shrugged and kept his focus on the way ahead, "I may drop by if I hear it's a good time."

You laughed, "Just go. You know she's only having it because she wants you to fuck her again."

His face went slightly red, causing him to dip his head down and chuckle. Then he lifted his gaze to meet your teasing eyes, "I am not used to you talking like this, Y/N. So vulgar these days. The fuck happened to you?"

"Sorry," You giggled, "No need to be too concerned, though. Despite the words I say, you know I have no actual experience in that department."

You came upon his car at last. Jimin unlocked it, causing the lights to flash twice. As he threw his backpack into the back seat, he said, "Well when you do, feel free to not tell me every detail."

"You're avoiding the topic at hand," You said as you got situated in the passenger seat, "You're going to the party, right?"

"Yes," Jimin let out an exasperated laugh, "Jesus Christ, Y/N. I'm going. Happy?"

You made a face and played with the strap adjusters on your bag, which was resting on your lap, "I mean I'm grossed out at the thought of you and her...doing stuff."

Jimin closed his door and turned on the engine, "You mean me fucking her?"

"Ew, Jiminie!"

"Hey, I'm just using the same term you did."

"Lesson learned.” You huffed.

Jimin smiled. There was that flustered face of yours again. He found it cute and naive as you tried to speak the language of your peers. It just didn't come naturally to you.

He pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive to your house, which was conveniently on the same street as his. You both lived in a beautiful, gated community, home to the most illustrious families in Seoul. You moved in when you were just a small child. Jimin and his brother were the only other kids around, so naturally your families became close. You'd grown up together, gone to the same private schools, and hung out in the same social circles. To an outside eye, you appeared inseparable.

Did it deter some prospects away from both of you when it came to matters of the heart? Undeniably, yes. But it wasn't enough to force you to give up on your friendship. After all, girls seemed to be all over Jimin despite his closeness to you.

The car ride was filled with more banter, some gossip, and discussion of weekend plans. He was hanging out with his guy friends that night and going to Hana's party the next.

As always, the time passed quickly and he was pulling up your driveway before you realized.

You got out of the car, throwing your backpack over one shoulder, "Alright, I'll see you Sunday, I assume."

"Wait, you're not going to Hana's tomorrow?"

You smirked, "I'd rather not witness your flirtations."

"Oh come on," He tilted his head and grinned cheekily, "Her house is enormous. You wouldn't have to see me at all. It will be fun."

You considered it and decided maybe it could be fun. If it was bound to turn into a big party, then all of your other friends would be there too.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “I guess I’ll go. We are Ubering, though. I’m not being your designated driver this time.”

You had turned sixteen a few months back and your parents were beginning to trust you with drinking with friends. They weren’t thrilled, as you were technically still underage, but they knew the culture and accepted it in certain circumstances. As long as you abided by your curfew and didn’t get into trouble, it was fine.

Jimin smiled at you with both eyes and lips, "I knew you'd come around. See you tomorrow."

"Bye Jiminie." You closed the passenger door and waved.

Then he reversed the vehicle out of your long black driveway. By the time he drove away in the direction of his own home, you had already turned your back to him.

__________

That was it, the last time he saw you. It was an unceremonious end to a treasured, deep friendship. The following day, the Park Family moved away. Over the following weeks, both of your lives turned upside down, but in very different ways.

That kind of light had evaded his life since you parted over a decade prior. Sure, he had made deep bonds with the men who worked for him. They were his brothers - he would and had killed for them. Still, nothing compared to the companionship he had with you. It was so innocent and sweet, a reminder that he used to exist in the world unplagued by this madness.

Jimin turned around to face the mirror. The man who reflected back was radically different from the boy who grew up with that sweet, vivacious girl. His face was sharper and his eyes darker, carrying a sinister look about them that struck fear into those who dared to cross him. His hair was an ashy blonde color, a consequence of having to change his appearance from time to time. In this business, that was par for the course.

Taehyung's suite included a kitchenette. Jimin went over to the little bar area and swooped up a fifth of whiskey. He gulped twice before twisting the cap back on and setting it down. He would return to his own suite and wait for the notification of your arrival.

"Why are we doing shots of whiskey?" you whined, "I hate whiskey."

Your elder cousin, Aera, snickered as she practically forced the full shot glass into your hand, "Because we're fucking celebrating!"

Your other cousin and Aera's twin brother, Eoduun, joined in the silliness by raising his glass in the middle for a toast, "To our Y/N, who is finally back in Seoul after three long years abroad. Studying paintings and shit in Europe."

"Being an art curator." You corrected with a shake of your head, though you couldn't help but laugh.

Eoduun paid no mind and went on, "May this night remind her of all the good things about Seoul and convince her to move back."

You put your hand over your eyes and kept shaking your head as the three of you clinked your small glasses together. When it came time to down the dark liquor, you braced yourself and made it quick.

You winced when it passed your tongue, "Damn that's awful. If anything, don't you think soju would be more appropriate after not being in Seoul for so long?"

Aera played with your hair a bit, "Look around you, Y/N. This is the nicest, most exclusive nightclub in the city. No one wants soju here. They come here for something different than the everyday."

Observing your surroundings, you saw that she was right. No one had bottles of soju at their tables. It was all expensive champagne and top-shelf liquors. People were loud and dressed to the nines, some sitting at quilted red velvet booths and others standing at the various bars and pool tables. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone clad in non-designer clothing.

As for you, a black sleeveless mock-neck top underneath a beige Ralph Lauren blazer did the trick. You paired it with a black mini-skirt and the signature red-bottom pumps. A habit you picked up in Europe was dressing in the classics. Stick to that, and one can never appear out of style.

“Anyway,” Eoduun leaned forward across the table, his glossy black hair reflecting the blue and purple lighting above, “Are you here to stay?”

You pursed your lips together. It was endearing that they clearly wanted you to move back home - only it didn’t feel like home for you anymore. Not since you lost your parents. Their deaths left you feeling untethered to this city, regardless of the fact that your Uncle Yohan and cousins still resided within its bounds,

“I don’t know,” you fibbed, “Maybe. I do really enjoy Europe.”

Aera hummed, “The museums, the statues, the elegance, the old money.”

“Which is funny, because you come from some of the oldest money in this country.” Eoduun added.

Thankfully, the twins dropped the subject after that. It was obviously making you squirm, and tonight was about having fun.

The drinks began flowing steadier. You danced, laughed your heart out, and reminisced on old times. The latter occurred when you were sitting in your booth, significantly less sober than when you arrived.

The stillness of sitting down gave your mind the bandwidth to wander to all sorts of things about your past. A dangerous game for you, as it always led you to what you hated remembering the most - or rather, who.

The Park boy who disappeared abruptly all those years ago. The friend who was ripped out of your life without so much as a proper goodbye or warning. It left a scar deep inside you that you never wanted to graze. Yet every now and then, in drunken moments like these, his beaming face would flash across your mind. Maybe he and his family moved away, or maybe he was dead. You had no idea.

You learned over the years not to verbalize his memory. If you didn’t bring it up, it would fade away faster and the feeling inside you would pass.

It helped that Aera was a chatty individual, always having something else to talk about. With a slurred vocabulary, she began asking you about the lack of sunshine in London or something like that. It was unclear to you, because right at that moment, you caught the eye of some stranger standing at the bar.

Perfect timing, you thought. An even better distraction had come along to save you.

He was in a beautiful grey suit, peering at you with eyes unlike any you’d ever seen. His face was otherworldly, and when he smiled? Oh, that smug little grin was more attractive than you would have preferred to admit.

Your cousins noticed you staring.

“Y/N’s got a little heartthrob over there.” Eoduun remarked.

“Go talk to him!” Aera encouraged with an obnoxious giggle, “He’s hot!”

“No,” her brother protested, “This is a family outing.”

“Oh let her live!” She returned.

“Yeah, Eoduun,” you smirked back at him, “Let me live. Then maybe you can go strike up a conversation with that girl in the sequin dress you’ve been gawking at all night.”

“Not interested, actually,” he said in between sips of his scotch, “Something about the way she carries herself that I don’t like.”

“What high standards,” the other twin rolled her eyes and then turned her focus to you, “Go talk to him. Just text us if you plan on leaving with him.”

You smiled and gave her a familial kiss on her cheek as a means of thanking her.

That gorgeous man watched you rise from your seat and maintained his grin. You subtly adjusted your skirt as you approached him, hoping your gait didn’t appear too intoxicated and trying not to stumble in your heels.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked you. His elbow rested in the bar top, while his other hand was occupied with something on the rocks.

You played with your handbag a bit, “That’s funny. I saw you staring at me and came over to ask you the same thing.”

He chuckled, “Taehyung.”

“Y/N.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you in jest,“You haven’t answered my question, Y/N.”

You laughed and further closed the gap between the two of you, “You can get me a drink, as a matter of fact.”

“I’d be much obliged.” He nodded, setting his own drink down on the counter. He then shifted his body to make room for you to come stand next to him, “What will you have?”

You had been consuming mostly gin-based cocktails the whole night. You thought it better to stick with that and requested a dirty martini. Taehyung ordered it for you.

As the bartender began the creation of your next beverage, you continued to chat, “A nice suit, Taehyung. What is it, Celine?”

The handsome man raised his brows and chuckled, tilting his glass toward you, “Very good. You have an eye for fashion, clearly.”

You noticed his gaze scanning your own attire and detected a hint of lust behind it.

Taehyung remarked, “I’m afraid I can’t name the designer, but I do find it ravishing.”

You giggled as the bartender handed you the martini, “Ravishing? What an old-fashioned word.”

“You strike me as someone who likes the classics,” he shrugged, “Besides, I’m a gentleman, Y/N. I would never dream of offending a woman with lower terms…Unless she wanted me to.”

That did it. Your cheeks felt warm with infatuation. You tried to mask the smile that was begging to appear from your glossed lips. Still, you had to play the game if you wanted this to keep going.

Successfully you reeled in the giddiness and replaced it with a relaxed, confident smile. You simply clinked your glass with his as a reply. This caused your newfound companion to bite his bottom lip ever so slightly in a smirk.

The two of you continued to talk over the next hour. You learned he was raised in Geochang and had a job in some marketing firm in the city. When asked the same question, you told him that you were born and raised in Seoul, having recently returned from a stint abroad curating art. He seemed to find that fascinating and asked for more information about your favorite pieces and whatnot.

He would touch your hips occasionally, increasing your want. You wondered when he would lean in for the kiss or take you out onto the floor to dance. However, it was unbeknownst to you that he had been given strict orders not to cross that line.

His boss failed to mention that adhering to this guideline might be challenging. He said nothing about you having a wit or your seduction tactics. This job was proving to be a test of Taehyung's restraint.

Eventually, you saw Aera and Eoduun leave their booth and hit the dance floor, no longer paying mind to this interaction.

It was while you were looking away to locate them that Taehyung made the killing blow.

He propped his elbow up on the bar to appear casual to any wandering eyes. When the coast seemed to be clear, he lowered his hand as if to lay it on the surface of the counter. During this millisecond, he dropped the small substance into your drink.

You turned back to face him a few seconds later, none the wiser.

As you took another sip of your drink, the man texted on his phone briefly and discreetly. You enjoyed how suave he looked doing even the most basic things.

As the flirtations went on, Taehyung observed you doom yourself sip after sip. He knew that time was running out, so he leaned into you and said directly in your ear, "It's getting a little rowdy in here, huh?"

You put on a charming smile and leaned right back into him, touching his upper arm with your free hand, "I couldn't agree more."

You were so close that you could feel his exhale on your nose. He said lowly, "Would you like to go back to my place? I have some art you can critique."

You laughed, and then nodded, "I'd love to."

As he led you toward the exit of the club, you remembered to shoot Aera and Eoduun a text. Doing so proved a bit difficult - your vision was getting a little fuzzy. You chalked it up to having one too many drinks and nothing more.

Your escort noticed that you had looped your arm in his. You played it off as a cute little gesture, but the reality was that you needed the support to walk in a straight line. Taehyung knew the signs of the drug taking effect, and this was certainly one of them.

He sped things along, hoping to find his colleague waiting for them on the curb as planned.

By the time the two of you reached the doors, the black Range Rover with tinted windows was parked and ready to go.

"Here we are." The man in the grey suit grinned.

You were now in considerably worse shape and asked, "Did you...did you call us an Uber?"

"Of course I did," Taehyung played it cool and put his arm around you to offer more support without drawing too much attention, "Luckily he was in the area and could get here in a minute."

"Oh. That's convenient."

When he opened the door to the backseat, he made immediate eye contact with the driver, Jungkook. You were too busy stepping up into the vehicle to notice the two of them nodding at one another.

Your new acquaintance climbed in after you and shut the door.

The driver played the part well and asked, "How are you both doing tonight?"

You could see his round, curious eyes in the rearview mirror. While Taehyung shot him a glare, you replied, "Great, though a little drunk."

Jungkook chuckled as he put the car into gear. He got a kick out of playing with people like this, especially when his boss wasn’t around to chide him for it.

The Range Rover rolled back into the correct lane and began the short drive to Josun Palace, the most opulent hotel in the city.

In the backseat, you started to lean your head on Taehyung’s shoulder. You had slipped into the blackout territory.

The man sitting next to you told the driver, “Hurry up, will you? I think she needs to get to bed.”

Jungkook glanced back at you in the rearview mirror. He had to reach their destination with haste, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to walk yourself up to the suite and draw attention.

A couple minutes later, they arrived. Jungkook parked the car and together they whisked you out and hurried you inside. You were too far gone to even notice that you weren’t at Taehyung’s apartment, but at a hotel.

You were muttering things they couldn’t understand, vision extremely distorted. Your legs felt like they were barely attached to you. The only thing that really registered with your system was the change in lighting, from a night sky to artificial brightness.

The two men moved with urgency, yet hid it by acting all happy. They made it look as if the three of you were hammered, laughing and talking. This diminished any concerns others might have had for you. You were simply a group of intoxicated young people, not a kidnapping in-action.

The journey up to the top floors felt like ten hours to you. When the elevator let out onto the correct floor, you were in the final stages, ready to pass out at any moment.

The two abductors moved swiftly, Taehyung pulling out his room key.

Their boss was waiting for them inside, sitting in a lounge. The room was dimly lit, curtains shut.

Park Jimin had seen many disturbing things in this life. He’d seen bloodshed, gore, unimaginable horrors. Things that seemed impossible to make amends with and yet he had. The sight before him now, of you, eyes halfway closed being held up by his men, was another matter. It twisted his guts.

You looked so pathetic, so weak. Your body was almost entirely limp, head hanging low.

The boss’s jaw clenched as he swallowed, "Well done, both of you."

Taehyung scoffed, "I did most of the work."

Jimin glared at him, "Shut the fuck up and get her on the bed."

They followed his order, one scooping you up by the knees and the other by your shoulders. You were hoisted onto the bed, now fully unconscious.

The leader approached you with a caution that left his subordinates confused. He was slow and silent, observing your faltered body. His face showed resolve, but his body language showed regret. He wished for years that this would never have to happen, and it had come to pass.

Jungkook asked with hesitation, "Are we...Are we good?"

Jimin looked at them and nodded once, "Yes. However, I've decided to stay here with her. Tae, get your stuff. You may sleep in my suite instead."

Within a few minutes, the pair left. The boss pulled a chair up next to the bed and began his watch over you. The drug would likely induce some unfavorable side effects and he was best positioned to care for you if and when they appeared.

He turned off all other lights in the suite, save one lamp on the nightstand between you and him. It provided enough lighting for him to study your face. Your features were completely relaxed, some of your eye makeup smudged, lips slightly parted.

It was still close to unfathomable that he was really looking at you, after all the years. Jimin had taken you back into his life by force, and a few hours prior, it felt terrible. But now that you were here in his sights, there was a twinge of happiness in his hardened heart.

For the rest of the night, Jimin sat in that chair, occasionally dozing off and waking himself back to a state of alert. Waiting for you to wake up, and wondering what would happen when you did.

[stevesjockstrap]

Sweetest Day

Steve/Eddie • Rated T • Ronance for fun, 2000’s, the girls are so fed up with these idiots

@steddiesongfics: My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

@stcreators: event 12 Take Two - music

Steve glared at the spread in front of them, trying to figure out how his life had led him to this moment. There were neat little piles of pens, cards and paper in front of all of them.

Their normal movie/game/queer bitching session night had been taken over by Nancy and some magazine quiz.

“We’re writing?”

Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didn’t think was completely warranted. He wasn’t good at writing, even when he had to try to be in high school. That had been almost fifteen years ago now.

Nancy started over, apparently deciding they needed more instructions. “Cosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,” she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didn’t know this was a magazine telling you tips for which jeans to make your butt look better or which positions to try with your man. “And since it’s Sweetest Day, we’re all going to write poems for each other and share them.”

Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll love whatever you write, babe.”

He knew that, but Nancy and Robin were like, actual geniuses. Eddie wrote songs, which were just poems with music. He was going to look like an idiot.

“Sweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,” he complained.

Robin rolled her eyes. “No it isn’t, Steve! It’s for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.”

He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancy’s fancy pens. “Whatever, but I’m sure they didn’t intend to give us homework.”

But the girls could not be persuaded. He went to the kitchen for another beer.

Then he decided fuck it, grabbed a pen and a blank card and leaned over the kitchen island to write a poem. Eddie deserved a poem.

“I think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,” Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. “Who goes first?”

“You should, Steve!”

He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since she’d gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell she’d written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.

“Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you-”

“Wait!” Robin loudly interjected. “Is this that damn Celine Dion song?”

He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.

“Oh my god, Stevie,” Eddie sounded shocked.

“I’m not good at writing, okay?” He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like he’d won the lottery.

“I wrote the same thing!”

“No way,” Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.

“You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on,

We'll stay forever this way,” Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.

“I’ve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.”

“You guys are the worst,” Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriend’s shoulder.

But they didn’t pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics & @/sister-lucifer

[cas-fandoms]

!!CALLING ALL VOICE ACTORS AND MARKIPLIER EGO FANS!!

My name is Caysē/Cas and as some of you have seen I have posted a fanfiction by the name of The Real Last Goodbye which includes my and my friend’s personal ocs, and Mark egos that mare from Who Killed Markiplier, In Space With Markiplier and A Heist With Markiplier.

I’m making an audio series including these characters and the problems that led up to The Real Last Goodbye. The name is currently pending, so suggestions are appreciated.

!!This casting is solely based on volunteers. No one will be getting paid!!

Before you audition, it is imperative that you read The Real Last Goodbye which is located at the bottom of my page.

The voices of Terri and Chloe will be filled by me and my friend, while the others are for you to audition for! You may audition for two characters!

A brief description of the character will be included beside their name as well as an audition line. This line will be recorded as a voice recording (mp3 or WAV) and emailed to castiaub000@student.joshuaisd.org and caysedaelene@gmail.com. You may perform the line with any emotion and with whatever pacing you please.

Recording Ex.: “Hi, my name is F/L (preferred name if you will) and I am auditioning for the character[s] __. Proceed with line.”

Characters holding a major role will have ‘Ⓜ️’ before their name, so please be wary of their importance. Canon characters will be marked with a ‘🖊️’

Auditionable characters:

Dawn: An optimistic young woman with a kind voice that is high pitched but not annoyingly so. Her romantic interest is Illinois | “Well, that’s no way to handle a problem like that! Sometimes you’ve got to ask for help!”

Laury: A shy young woman who has a gentle voice but has some sort of “mommy” take to it. Her romantic interest is Noir(iplier) | “Oh, I see. Well in that case you’d be mistaken. I am not weak, I am shy. There’s a big difference.”

Ⓜ️ Georgia: A particularly bold woman with a British accent. Speaking mannerisms are that of Rarity from My Little Pony. Her romantic interest is Actor Mark and Wilford | “My stars! Don’t scare me like that! You never know how bad a little startle can end!”

🖊️ Yancy: A bold and kind young man with a Brooklyn accent. His romantic interest is Terri | “Hey, hey, let’s not talk to her like that, eh? I wouldn’t somethin’ unsavory to happin’ to youse.”

🖊️ Illinois: An adventurous, cunning and flirtatious take on Indiana Jones. His romantic interest is Dawn| “Now…I haven’t seen anything like you. Which is rare. I’ve seen a lot of things.”

Ⓜ️🖊️ Darkiplier: A quiet and protective man who usually speaks more in his chest (lowly). His romantic interest is Chloe. | “I’ve done lots of things that I regret. Though, my regrets stop at you.” (This actor will also get to play the role of Damien)

Noiriplier: A mysterious detective like man who tends to draw out his sentences. His romantic interest is Laury | “It’s not often that I find something so intriguing, so I’ll let you go. Just this once.”

Ⓜ️🖊️ Actor Mark: A flamboyant and gaudy man who very open mouthed when speaking, always flaunting. His romantic interest is Georgia and Celine | “Oh wow, that’s how you’ve decided to treat me after all the good I’ve done for you? Absolutely unbelievable.”

Ⓜ️🖊️ Wilford: A silly and wild man who exaggerates his words. Think of flailing your head around when speaking. His romantic interest is Georgia and Celine | “Now let’s turn that frown upside down why don’t we? Questions always need answers unless they’re those stupid universe questions. Then they wouldn’t have answers.”

Male presenting voice: Mainly for fill in’s of voices that we will not have.

Female presenting voice: Mainly for fill in’s of voices that we will not have.

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Please have fun with this!!

Auditions start now! And End January 26th, so please get your recordings emailed! The cast list will be posted on February 2nd.

PLEASE DM OR EMAIL ME IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT CHARACTERS OR THE OVERALL PRODUCTION. I WILL GET BACK TO YOU WITHIN 48 HOURS OF YOUR MESSAGE.

BLOW THIS UP Y’ALL!

[merrycrisis-if]

This was such a phenomenal update! I’m impressed with the differences between routes. I have playthroughs with all three ROs and love them all. Shay is my favorite!

I usually go for more “slow burn” romances. But, I really appreciate how you’ve written Shay’s romance. The emotional bond I need is there (if we choose it). Their steamy scenes from the previous chapter are so incredibly good! Shay and MC have such effortless chemistry together! I absolutely love the whirlwind aspect of their relationship. It feels very soulmate to me.

Very "right person wrong place" or "right person wrong time", I guess! A bit like the premise of before sunrise, perhaps? Idk I've actually never watched the trilogy hahaha.

two 20-somethings — Jesse and Celine — spend a magical night together in Vienna before Jesse returns to America and Celine to Paris. The film spans from the moment the two first meet on the train up until the next morning when they disembark to go their separate ways.

I love writing the slow descent from quickburn attraction (probably not a real term) to slowburn feels, so - Shay is very fun for me.

Also I'm so glad you like the steamy scenes - back in my fanfic days, smut wasn't a main feature of my first so it's definitely something I've been trying to get better at/dip my toes into!

[luaspersona]

Seoul Town Road | kth (m)

pairing ↠ horseback riding instructor!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; idiots to lovers; light fluff; pwp; crack. summary ↠ having a sore ass on a Saturday after spending a day riding with Taehyung is nothing like you anticipated. rating ↠ +18 | minors DO NOT interact warnings ↠  tae was supposed to be a himbo, but reader is the stupid one; ig this doesn’t qualify 100% as reader insert, the reader is very black coded, but it’s still vague enough; jimin’s a lil shit; reader likes keke palmer (‘cus of good taste ofc 💅🏽); reader is in denial; bickering; crying, but not the way you think; i make one joke about being in the closet so there’s that; taehyung’s hands 😩; there’s an innocent massage that turns sexual; explicit smut: super soft dom!taehyung, a LOT of praise kink, teasing (i can’t help myself), begging (borderline desperation), light dirty talk, body worship, tit play, fingering, unprotected sex, slow sex and that’s a WARNING, brief oral sex (m. receiving), cum eating. word count ↠  8.5k note ↠ hey, y’all 🤠 i’ll casually pretend this didn’t take forever for me to finish and that i haven’t vanished on the meantime, so let’s not talk about it *clears throat* ok, so… it all started with this video, then i saw this, and here we are. also, pls ignore the corny ass title, it was provisional until i couldn’t come up with anything better, then it suddenly wasn’t. note² ↠ always need to thank @uarmymoonlight for being the most precious being ever and helping me outline and organize my thots on this one, ily 🤟🏽 note³ ↠ also, thank you @badgalsgetinfree again for making me this beautiful! banner 🥺 you’re really talented and i appreciate you! and thank you @eoieopda and @namjinsmoonchile for beta reading this and taking their time to make sure this wasn't complete shit lol

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It seemed like a really good idea at first. And, granted, it was almost fun: Taehyung’s firm grip on your hips and that large palm warming your thigh was definitely something, but goddamnit if your butt isn’t sore as fuck. 

Now, here you lay, ridiculous groans muffled by the soft fabric of your comforter as you try to balance a hot water bag over your hurt ass. And the worst part? He seemed so unimpressed. Meeting your eyes with nothing but amusement at your pathetic riding attempt.

That settles it. You’re never horseback riding again.

“For the record, I think you’re being pathetic about this,”Jimin says. 

“Shit, I think the pain must be affecting my memory too, ‘cus I don’t remember asking you a damn thing, man.”

He rolls his eyes, reclining on the chair. 

“I don’t need your permission to tell you that you’re being stupid.”

“Well, then I choose to ignore you.”

He huffs. “You’re impossible sometimes.”

“Then give up already.”

“Girl, just look at you. You have a water bag on your ass and you haven’t even fucked the guy.”

“You know what, maybe I just like the warmth.”

“Stop being stubborn. I bet Taehyung would be more than down to fuck you.”

You groan, burying your face in your comforter. “It’s not that simple.”

“Except it is.” He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’ve fucked everyone you’ve met, what’s so different about him?”

“Are you slutshaming me?”

Jimin takes a deep breath. 

“I’m shy-shaming you for not fucking the guy you’ve been pining over for the last six months. Quite the opposite.”

“I’m not pining. I do not pine.”

“Right, ‘cus you always wanted to learn how to ride a fucking horse.” He rolls his eyes.

…

Yeah, you don’t really have an answer to that.

To be honest? You didn’t even know horseback riding instructor was a real job. Much less that there is a stud farm near campus that offers part-time slots for college students that are too broke to care about employment rights. But then, Taehyung used his first paycheck to gift Yoongi an overpriced craft whiskey for his birthday and buy Jimin an original Celine sneaker for their “wonderful six months of friendship” — being a perfectly good example of why, even employed, college students stay broke.

Add that piece of knowledge to an ungodly amount of alcohol and you wake up to months of avoiding major embarrassments shattered by a “hoe much 4 u 2 teacj mr how 2 ridw?” text. And sure, you could’ve just dismissed it, said you were drunk or whatnot — but you were completely sober when you confirmed the date. The messages you exchanged after were pretty tame. He told you he could give you a free first lesson (“you’re a friend!”), explained to you how it worked, arranged some riding clothes for you and asked if Saturday was a good day. It wasn’t. But fuck it, you made it work.

It’s not like you and Taehyung never hung out. As far as he was concerned, you were friends. You drink together, you tease him, he sometimes teases you back, but never just the two of you. Never after you accidentally called out his name in bed two months ago — resulting in a pretty pissed and unremarkable hookup and a new feeling to shove to the dark corners of your mind until it finally disappeared.

Except it never did. And then, before you knew it, you were taking forty minutes to choose what underwear to use at a goddamn stud farm (you went with lace, by the way — you never know).

The class itself was terrible. Taehyung had to prioritize the hundreds of kids with cowboy hats whose parents had actually paid to be there, so it took around two hours for him to finally remember you were there too. He then introduced you to a pretty horse, told you her name was Princess and you allowed yourself to pretend that every call of her name was aimed at you.

“Listen,” Jimin’s voice pierces through your thoughts. “I’ll give you some tough love now, so pay attention and just stop being nasty with me. I’m on your side here.”

“... Okay?”

“You’re my best friend, and I know you have that weird ‘the shittier the better’ philosophy going on, and I can’t change that. But if you’re not doing anything about your crush, then stop acting weird around him, ‘cus I’m sure he’s noticing. Just… I don’t know, put your big girl pants on, accept that you’re into the guy and move the fuck on.”

“I’m not in—” your rebuttal dies in your tongue at the glare Jimin directs at you. You scoff. “Whatever.”

“Have you talked since yesterday?”

“No.”

You're lying, of course. Earlier that morning you got a little consolation prize.

[08:48am] taehyung 🥵🐎: yesterday was nice! it's been a while since i taught an actual adult lol

[08:50am] taehyung 🥵🐎: how was is for you?

[09:11am] you: it was nice

[09:32am] you: i’m sore af now, tho 💀

Hours later and your text stood unanswered — making the twenty minutes you spent overthinking it even more pathetic.

Jimin narrows his gaze.

“You didn’t say anything stupid, right?”

Well.

“Depends on your definition of stupid.”

“Something like saying he smells really good for a vet major.”

You groan. “I said that once, and it was meant as a compliment.”

He offers you a pointed look. Eyebrows raising just slightly as if to say “I rest my case”, before a notification lights up his phone.

“How’s your butt?”

You welcome the change in subject.

“Better.”

“Good. I have to go now.” A small smile tugs on his lips. “Have a date.”

“Ohhh” you smirk teasingly, “on your way to win someone’s heart?”

“You bet.”

“Nice. Have fun, Chim.”

“Thanks. I’ll call you later.” He gathers his things and places a kiss on the top of your head. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah. Love you too.”

“Great.” He steps out of your dorm, glancing at you one last time and saying “stop being stupid”, before leaving your room.

Jimin clearly overestimates you.

The next hour is spent with occasional reheatings of the bag and apprehensive checks of your phone — and it doesn’t take long until Jimin’s words spark a frustration deep inside you.

You know what? You’re not into Taehyung. No. Absolutely not. No way.

You pride yourself on being on control of shit like this, with a terrible and meticulous track record of only fucking people you pick up from trash — bonus points if they treat you like shit afterwards to ruin any sparkling possibility of feelings.

Actually, coming to think of it, it’s probably just his kindness that gets you confused.

…

Of course, it could also be his eyes.

Or his deep voice.

Shit, but there’s also that boxy smile, tho…

Ugh.

Fuck Jimin and his preposterously hot friend. And fuck whoever is knocking on your door at such a vulnerable time.

You groan into your pillow, deciding in no time not to answer it; the bag on your butt too warm to give up for that weird ass finance major from the first floor that’s still trying to get you to invest in his crypto currency or whatever the hell that powerpoint meant. Besides, you look like shit, and you ain’t gonna let—

Your thoughts are interrupted by your ringtone. Normally, you’d patiently wait for whoever’s calling to give up and text you instead, like a decent fucking person, but when you grab your phone and Taehyung’s name flashes on the screen a surge of panic runs through your body. Before you can even process what you’re doing, your fingers move to decline the call.

You drop your phone on the bed. Staring it down for a full minute before impulsively reaching for it and hitting the call button under Taehyung’s contact. 

He picks up after the first ring.

“Did you just hang up on me?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Damn. Cold.”

“Why are you calling?”

“Wanted to ask you something real quick. You live in Bang Si-hyuk Hall, right?”

“You could’ve just texted me for that.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Second floor, dorm thirteen right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Right. Are you home?”

“Yeah?” 

“Great! Can you open your door?”

“Huh?” God, you’re so eloquent.

“I’m here.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Pretty sure I am. Here, let me just—” another knock hits your door, “hear that? That’s me.”

You gasp, immediately jumping off the bed and fighting to stifle the subsequent groan at the way your bottoms sting with the abrupt movement.

“Shit–I, uhm, wait a sec.” You say, before ending the call.

Your face is all puffy from being pressed on the pillow the whole day and you’re still wearing your pajamas. You control the urge to cry at the prospect of Taehyung seeing you like this, seeking some sort of consolation as you run your fingers over your eyebrows, in a feeble attempt to make something look presentable.

You cross the space to your door, quickly scrunching your hair before opening it. 

“Hey,” he smiles. When the universe created Kim Taehyung, there was no mercy, because how on Earth can a man look this fucking good? And as his deep eyes fix on your chest, you can feel your brain trying to come up with its own syntax. “Where the hell did you get this from?”

You follow his gaze, landing on your less than flattering cropped pajama top that says “some people ride the crazy train, I drive that bitch”. You grimace.

“Why? Not to your taste?”

“You know what? You’re almost pulling it off.”

“Almost? This is my best look.” You sure hope not. “Besides, I feel like it encapsulates my crazy bitch personality.”

“Sure.” He chuckles, and his attention is on your face again. “So, I’m sorry for coming unannounced. I saw your message when I left work and I… well,” he reaches behind him, fumbling on his backpack before he reveals a small pharmacy bag “thought I could be of help.”

Your stomach flips. A perfectly normal reaction to a friend buying medicine and coming all the way to another friend’s place after seeing they were in pain. 

“I just felt bad, I guess.” He continues when you just keep staring at his face — that beautiful, sculpted face of his. “I forget how painful it is to ride for the first time and I didn’t give you proper aftercare instructions.” Did those words actually leave his mouth? “Can I come in?”

Admittedly, there were some horny nights with some thirsty thoughts — but in none of your fantasies your hair had this much frizz when you let him in your place alone for the first time, so you immediately shake your head.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to. You’re probably tired from work and all.”

“No, really, it’s no heat. I know how bad the pain is. I used to be sore as fuck all the time, so I learned just how to deal with it.”

…

You mean… he did come all this way to provide some assistance, and you’re not rude — not all the time at least. So you step aside to give him room to enter, closing the door once he does.

Taehyung’s eyes roam around your room, and after some seconds of quiet inspection, he regards you with a frown. “Thought you had a Keke Palmer poster.”

You mimic his confusion.

“What?”

“Pretty sure you said you had one when we watched Nope.”

You take a few seconds to understand what he’s talking about, but eventually Hobi’s ridiculous attempt at making movie nights a thing a couple of months ago returns to you.

“Damn, you remember that? Obsessed much?” You tease, prompting Taehyung to roll his eyes.

You’re grinning when you step in front of your closet, slowly bending to grab the large Keke Palmer Glamour cover that you printed out months ago.

“Oh. You keep it in the closet?”

“It builds character.” You turn to show it to him. “Also if I so much as stain the wall, I have to pay a fee.” You pout. “But I only found out after spending a shit ton of money to get this laminated and framed, so.”

“I can hang stuff in my apartment.” He shrugs.

“Congratulations. Wanna tell me how nice it is to have an individual bathroom too?”

“No, I’m just sayin’... you could hang it there.”

“What, you like Keke Palmer now? You haven’t even watched True Jackson.” If this man had a flaw, that was definitely it.

“I mean, we could watch together. We never do anything just the two of us.”

Yeah, well, no shit.

“That’s ‘cus you annoy the hell out of me.” Which isn’t 100% wrong. “Besides, we just rode horses together, my sore ass is definitely a testament to that.” You turn to place the poster back. “Which reminds me. What about the drugs you were going to give me?” 

“Here,” he reaches for the pharmacy bag again, pulling out a pain relief plaster from it, “this is the best one I’ve found, and it doesn’t have any major side effects or anything...” he pauses. “You aren’t pregnant and shit, right?”

“And shit?”

“Like… suspecting?”

“Not really.” 

“Then we should be safe.” 

“Damn. You ain’t sure?” You laugh anxiously.

“... ‘Course I am.”

“You hesitated.”

“I used this before, and I’m fine.”

“You can’t really get pregnant, though, can you?”

“Thought you said you’re not pregnant.” He narrows his eyes.

“That’s not the point.”

He grimaces.“People from work use it. And some of them can get pregnant, so… you’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?”

“Not at all.”

“Great, then.” He smiles and you can’t help smiling back. “Where’s hurting?”

“Basically my back and legs… also my butt, but I ain’t sticking patches there.”

He nods. “Seems fair.”

Taehyung’s attention shifts to your bed.

“Mind laying down for me?”

You swallow the urge to vomit.

“Sorry?”

“It’s easier if I apply them for you. If you place them wrong they won’t work properly. Besides, it’s probably better if we don’t use a lot, for…” he darts his eyes away, “safety concerns, in case you ever want to pop some kids out.”

Yeah.

It makes sense, right?

“Okay.” You narrow your eyes. “But no funny business, mister.” You say, like a fool.

He raises his palms in surrender, before helping you climb the bed carefully. You shift a bit, pulling the hem of your shorts lower over your ass as you lay on your stomach. 

“Show me where it hurts.” He fishes for a patch inside the package.

You extend your hand to hover over your lower back and then point generally to your thighs.

“No, show me where it hurts the most. I can’t put these everywhere.”

“There’s not a single place, Taehyung.” You scoff. “I barely got up from bed this morning.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll never horseback ride again— by the way, why it’s horseback riding? Where else would I ride?” You shake your head.

“Fuck if I know. Also, the pain is just because you’ve never done it before. The more you ride, the more accustomed you get. Like… like sex!”

Yeah, you’re not having this conversation with him.

“Just put the damn patches, man.”

“Wait, let me think.”

“God, this will take some time.”

“Shut up.” He goes quiet for a moment, and you turn to find him looking at your bottom with his hand on his chin. Not flattering, really. “Let me give you a massage.”

You can only hope that he can’t see the way you shiver as the words leave his mouth. 

You laugh.

What.

“What?” You voice, twisting to look at him.

“It’ll help to relieve the pain, then we can see the best spot to place the patches.” 

“You just wanna touch my butt,” you can only hope you don’t sound as desperate as you feel.

He chuckles.

“You wish.” Fuck, you kinda do. “But I’m serious, it’ll be good to soothe it. Also, my messages are pretty good.”

You won’t do this.

You shouldn’t do this.

…

No, really, you shouldn’t do this.

But then again… you and Jimin have given each other a bunch of massages before. Even Namjoon had given you some proper kneading before, and it was no big deal. This is just a friend helping out another friend who happens to be in pain.

…

Yeah, maybe Jimin’s right. Maybe you are stupid, and maybe you do stupid things when it comes to Taehyung.

“Whatever.” You return to your previous position, resting your cheek on your palms on the bed. “You better be good at this.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll want nothing more.” He taunts, and you’re afraid he might be too right on that one.

You and Taehyung have touched before. He’s a cuddler, so occasionally you fall victim to his hugs. He’s also been beside you in the backseat of Yoongi’s car one too many times, pressed together as you try to make room for Jimin’s thick ass. There was also that time you fell on top of him when you all went to a water park and he stood at the bottom of the slide — like a dumbass —, but even then it was mostly your foot on his face.

So now, as his large palms find the bare skin of your waist, exposed by your cropped top, it’s like the first time you’ve ever been touched.

But the feeling is short-lived, as Taehyung immediately pulls his hands away.

“Are my hands cold?”

“No?”

“You got goosebumps.”

“Oh.” You chuckle awkwardly. “It was kinda sudden.”

“Sorry.” He pauses. “I’m going in, then.”

You sigh when the weight of his palms returns to your waist, and Taehyung chooses to ignore the way your body still shivers while his feather-light touch travels over your lower back. 

“You comfortable?”

“Yes.”

He hums and you close your eyes.

He gradually starts to add more pressure, digging into your skin and eliciting a quiet grunt out of your lips when he kneads on a particularly sore area.

“Sorry” he stops briefly, “this will probably hurt some, but let me know if it gets too much.”

Months of one sided sexual attraction are enough to make his five minute touch already too much. And you know this ain’t looking good. Not with the way your body receives this as if it’s some kind of tantric experience. You can already feel heat spreading under your skin while his hands get familiar with your back, and you’re definitely way more tense then you should be — but you do your best to force your mind out of the gutter and try to enjoy this friendly massage.

And to be honest, he’s actually really good at this.

His hands work in a disarming rhythm. Hard pressure unwinding your sore spots, only to return with soft and delicate caresses whenever your pain announces itself. He pays attention to every inch of your hips, charting the flesh with the utmost care and determination, and making it impossible for you to hold grunts and soft sighs of relief — which, despite bringing a tingling heat to your face, only seem to spur him on.

As his fingers trace every line of your lower back and ease pains you didn’t even know you had, it doesn’t take long for you to allow yourself to relax, and it’s no surprise when your mind wanders. It wanders with simple, yet agonizing questions, such as how those palms would feel in other parts of your body. Nothing too daring, just… 

… on your neck, untying the knots you sure have there too, or… 

… or on your shoulders, kneading the tense areas…

… but maybe your thighs too, caressing their soft, tender skin…

… and maybe a bit higher, in between them too.

You’d never admit it out loud, but for a moment, while your waist is so attentively being touched by him, you pretend that this whole shallow breathing, overthinking and nauseating butterflies thing isn’t one sided, and that his hands aren’t just soothing a pain he feels somewhat responsible for, but rather claiming your skin, like you have wished he’d do, caring for your body as if it’s his to care for.

“You good?” He asks, and you feel intoxicated by his quiet voice sounding from above you. 

You hum softly. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“Nice. Can I massage your thighs too?”

Of course you nod. How could you not? Nevermind your thighs are sensitive as fuck. Nevermind the telltale longing you feel as soon as his hands leave your back. What minds, though, is the welcoming warmth of when they find your legs. The delicate and hesitant contact is enough for you to suck in a sharp breath, firmly grasping the comforter beneath your hand.

His palms are as purposeful as they were on your hips, easing the soreness and softening the flesh, while being careful not to surpass or even brush the limit of your shorts — but holy fuck how you wish he would. You wish he would just read your mind and feel as electrified by your skin as you feel by his, because you know — you just know that you’re melting way too fast, tight grip on the bed getting more useless by the minute, and you don’t even notice when your reasonable grunts and sighs turn into breathy whimpers and mellow moans.

But Taehyung notices. Hands hesitating before finally coming to a full stop and parting from your skin when a brush in the hem of your shorts prompts a wanton moan to fall from your lips.

You groan at the loss, your glazed over eyes making you oblivious to his hooded ones as you lift yourself on your elbows to better face him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uhm,” his eyes flicker to your pouting lips, “maybe we— I think we should stop…” he clears his throat. “Yeah. We should stop.”

“Why?” You frown, cautiously turning to sit up straight.

He rehearses an answer a couple of times, opening and closing his mouth exasperatedly, before deciding to not give a fuck to be coherent. “‘Cus— god, you are–you” he runs his hands through his hair, before chuckling humourlessly “shit, you’re driving me fucking insane,” he blurts, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What?” You mutter, not keeping up with the fact that Taehyung’s having a mental breakdown right now.

“You seriously need to ask?” Is he… angry at you right now? “God, you just— shit, sound so fucking hot, you sound like heaven, and touching you is making me all… I don’t even know, I’m not–I can’t think right now, shit, do you have any idea how soft your skin is? Just fucking look at yourself. Your bod–you’re just so beautiful and I’m touching it like it’s not making me fucking horny as hell, and I know we’re friends and shit, but god you’re just…” he finally breaths before noticing your wide eyes and agape mouth. “Shit, I’m— fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll just leave, sorry for whatever the hell this was, please don’t tell Jimi—”

It’s only when Taehyung starts to step back that you snap out of your own head.

Shit.

Jimin is right.

“Taehyung” you reach for his wrist, “shut up.”

“No, but I’m—”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

For a second he looks just as helpless as you feel.

“What.”

“Taehyung,” you stare deep inside his eyes, “keep touching me.”

He blinks, but steps closer to the bed again.

“What are you saying?” 

“Damn, boy, do I have to spell it out for you?” You tease, but the neediness is evident in your tone.

His expression softens immediately and he chuckles — somewhat incredulous, somewhat relieved —, drawing his tongue along his bottom lip as he allows his eyes to trail over your whole body, traveling over your chest, then down your legs, before he’s returning his attention to your lips.

Not a single hint of hesitancy veiling his actions anymore.

He steps closer, placing one of his knees on the bed and leaning over you. His hand cradles your jaw, softly tracing the skin. You can feel his breath fanning over your face, and you promptly close your eyes, anticipating what his kiss would feel like. 

“Wanna hear you say it.” He whispers against your ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Your mind spins at the pet name, his deep voice lacing it with the purest of honeys as you feel excitement tightening every muscle in your body.

“Taehyung, I…” you swallow thickly, feeling his pillowy lips touching your cheek “I want you.”

You sigh.

“Please.”

And then, his touch leaves your face, and you open your eyes, confused.

He stares at you with desire blanketing his eyes. A small smile crosses his lips before he opens his mouth again.

“Lay back down on your stomach for me, then.” He smirks. “Let me finish your massage.”

You return to your previous position in a heartbeat, expecting Taehyung to do the same, but as soon as you’re comfortable — or as comfortable as one could be while this tense — his legs circle your body and he straddles your thighs, knees framing your hips.

“This ok?” You nod, whispering a quick affirmative. “Tell me if that changes, I can’t see your face.”

“Okay.”

This time, when Taehyung touches you, he traces your skin as one would the finest porcelain, fingertips traveling through the expanse of your back as if trying to memorize each and every inch of it. But he doesn’t avoid reaching higher now, palms raising your top slightly before feeling his way along your sides and down to your ass.

He molds the flesh under his palm, but freezes when a soft squeeze prompts a hiss out of your lips.

“Shit, sorry, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You say immediately.

“Right.” He hesitates. “Also, please let me know if I hurt you at any point.” You nod, but he still doesn’t continue. “Tell me you understand.”

“I’ll let you know if you hurt me at any point.” You assure, wiggling your hips a little. “Now, please.”

He chuckles. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as his touch finds your legs, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you feel like you’re learning how to breathe all over again.

The pleasure he’s eliciting from your body is so profound it’s almost worrisome, and it’s all you can do not to get too much in your head, because you’ve never been touched like this before.

Like, yeah, sure, you could’ve guessed Taehyung’s hands were sinful, or that some deep-buried pent up emotion would make the knot in your stomach that much more delicious, but you don’t think you could’ve dreamt with how easily he’s able to read your body, working you up at an alarming speed as his patient but insistent touch make you feel like one of those white mystical bitches who cum on camera with that tantric bullshit you’ve laughed about before.

If it weren’t for the way your panties are soaking wet already, uncomfortably sticking to your pussy, and for the weight of his body above you, you’d sure be blaming this on some weird sex dream you’d rather never acknowledge. 

But as much as you’re enjoying it — and somewhat surprised at his patience —, it doesn’t take long before you start squirming under him, begging for something more intimate.

“Taehyung,” you sob, “more.”

“Shit, you sound so needy. Nothing like the bad bitch I know.”

“Taehyung,” you hiss, and it’s supposed to be a reprimand, but he only chuckles.

“Don’t get me wrong, though, I fucking love it. Love to know I’m the one making you feel like this.”

You ignore the way his tone makes your brain stop for a full second before you wiggle down, trying to near his hand to where you need him the most, but his hold is firm on your thighs.

“Shit, don’t tease me.” You cry.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, body leaning forward to press down on your back before his lips find the shell of your ear.

“I don’t think you understand what’s gonna happen here, baby” how is Taehyung’s voice so fucking hot, god, this can’t possibly be fair. “If you want this, you’ll have to behave and listen to me.” His hand finally moves, and a strangled moan falls from your lips when his thumb finds your pussy through the thin fabric of your shorts. “Can you do that?” His lips tease the skin below your ear. “Can you be a good girl for me and let me take care of you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why does he sound so calm? And why do you feel anything but?

“Yes,” you mutter under your breath, and Taehyung pulls your earlobe between his teeth before returning to his previous position.

“Good. Now tell me what you want, baby. And be clear.”

His demanding tone sends a wave of arousal to your panties. 

“Touch me.” You blurt.

“Ain’t I?” He swipes his thumb over you again and you gasp.

“No–not enough. Just… fuck, please,” you swallow thickly, trying to think, “you know what I want.”

“Uhm, but I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out for me?” Another swipe. 

“Shit” you shudder, “give–give me more.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “Take this– my shorts, take them off, please”

He chuckles. 

“So needy.” He mocks, but if the speed with which he gets off of you is anything to go by, he’s not much better.

He’s careful to not spark any pain as he slowly pulls your shorts down your legs, but leaves your panties on as he straddles you again and gently grabs your ass.

“Taehyung,” you whine.

“Shit, you sound so pretty saying my name like that,” his fingers swiftly pull your panties aside, and you both let out appreciative moans when he feels up and down your aching pussy. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby,” he murmurs, fingers parting your folds, “want me this bad?”

“I want you so much,” you answer, mind functioning way past self-preservation.

His hand dips down to rub your clit, making your walls flutter around nothing. He speeds up and you hear how wet you are for him, feeling your arousal dripping down your thighs. Taehyung shifts a bit and helps you carefully spread your legs with him still above you, and the momentary discomfort is worth it when he pushes two fingers inside your aching cunt.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, low tone dripping with lust as he starts to properly finger you open for him, “just sucking me in. Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”

You shudder at his words, doing all you can to not rip the comforter with the force you’re clutching it.

“God, baby, wan–want that too” you gasp.

“Yeah?” 

“Want you to fuck me dumb.”

“Holy shit,” he lets out a strained chuckle, “I’d love that too, baby, but if I did that it wouldn’t really help with the pain.”

You swear you had an answer in the tip of your tongue, but Taehyung curves his fingers in that exact moment, hitting your sweet spot just right and you suddenly don’t recognize your own voice, spilling filthy nothings and moaning shamelessly as he pairs his now precise rutting with a languid grinding of his palm on your cunt. “So what about I fuck you sweet and slow instead? Worship this gorgeous body of yours, hum?” 

Taehyung takes the way your pussy squeezes his fingers as the answer that it is, and adds a third digit past your dripping folds, further preparing you for him. Your hips jolt when he takes his thumb to your clit, smearing your juices around before he’s rubbing circles over it.

You feel your stomach tensing the longer he fingers you, but as delicious as this is, you didn’t fantasize about this day for months only to cum on his fingers.

“Taehyung, I’m—” you moan wantonly, body tensing under him, “I’m close, but I don’t wanna—”, his fingers leave your cunt with a loud squelch, and he pushes himself away from you just as quickly.

“Turn around for me, angel.” 

You take a second to process his words, his abrupt stop making you feel devastatingly empty, but as soon as you do as he says, he dives down to slot his lips against yours — and holy shit.

Taehyung kisses you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Mouth molding over yours with an intensity that makes you feel loved. His hands travel over your body with similar admiration, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips to tangle with yours as you two savor each other.

Your mouths fit perfectly together while your skin burns with desire. He’s such a good kisser, matching your rhythm with ease. 

You slither your fingers through his hair, pulling the strands and turning his face slightly to deepen the kiss. He makes you drunk, intoxicated in the sweet taste of his lips, and the sloppier it gets, the hungrier you get.

“Wanna kiss you everywhere” he moans, mouth parting from yours to trace your chin and jaw, licking and sucking on the skin, while he starts to push your top up.

“You first” you mutter, running your hands down his chest and sliding them beneath his shirt, nails scraping against his stomach before you’re raising it up his torso.

He sends you a disarming smirk, kneeling on the bed to pull his shirt off.

“God, Taehyung, for fuck’s sake” you groan. “How are you real?”

“You’re one to say.”

“You damn right I am.” You scoff, suddenly self-conscious. “Have you seen yourself? How do you expect me to undress in front of you?”

“Nah, stop that shit,” he huffs out a laugh, leaning above you again to whisper against your ear, “where’s the bad girl I know? The one who owns every room she walks in, huh? If anyone should be insecure here, it should be me,” you bite your lip and he tugs on your shirt, “let me see you too, babe.”

You pout, but help him take off your top — and his gaze burns through your bare chest, impossibly darker.

“So fucking perfect,” he mouths, before diving in and taking your lips again, kissing you fervently and letting his hands run free over your whole body.

His large palms cup your tits, grabbing them and caressing the soft flesh for a while, then pinching and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He moves his lips to your cheek, leaving small bites along the side of your jaw before he buries his face in the curve of your neck, licking and kissing every single spot.

“I’ve been dreaming about this body for so long” he says against your skin, “I thought I was gonna die when I saw you with a bikini on that trip” he admits. “But seeing you like this— actually seeing you,” he takes his lips further down, “shit, you’re prettier than any dream, than any thought I could have.” 

You feel your whole body warm with his praise, mind spinning as you try to make sense of his words — but failing miserably as he closes his mouth around one of your tits. Your eyes flutter shut and you roughly pull his hair, eliciting the sexiest fucking sounds out of him, all while rewarding them with your own loud pleasure as his tongue fondles with your nipple. His lips chart every inch of you, leaving no spot untasted or unkissed as he makes your body his.

“You make me dizzy,” he mumbles, “shit, can’t fucking get enough.”

He seems so fucking satisfied. Smuggly smiling against your body whenever you shudder or moan a bit too loud, pride overwhelming his features whenever his name meets his ears in a shaky breath, reveling in the way you melt under him.

Taehyung pulls the waistband of your panties between his teeth, biting down on the fabric to then carefully and slowly slide them down your legs, not daring to take his eyes away from yours until you are completely naked under him.

“Wanna taste you so bad.”

You feel goosebumps trailing over your skin, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal down your cunt. So, naturally, when you pull him up and shake your head, you’re almost as surprised as him.

“No…” you whisper, and he freezes, worry taking over his face, “want you to fuck me.” Relief washes over his face, before a slow, teasing smirk takes over his lips, but he doesn’t say anything. “Shit, Tae, I need you to fuck me.”

Your whole face heats up when he snickers.

“Say that again.” You bite down on your lip when he grips your flesh with a bit more force than before. “My name,” he whispers, crawling up to caress your cheek. “Say my name like that again. Like you’ll fucking die if I don’t give you what you want.” His palm chases down your neck and pushes your head back a bit. 

“Tae…” you sigh, closing your eyes when he kisses your jaw, “Taehyung, please fuck me.”

“Fuck, so hot” he whispers on your ear. “Begging for cock like a good girl,” you whine when he pulls your earlobe between his teeth. “Are you always needy like this? So desperate to be fucked?”

It is humiliating to admit, and you feel a not-so-sexy kind of anxiety creeping up on you and catching up with you clouded brain, because you know damn well you’ve never begged for shit — and that's why a teasing smile and innocent look is the best you can muster before pulling him in for a kiss. 

Taehyung takes a second to process your touch, but soon melts into it, slipping his tongue past your lips and securing your waist on his hands. He rolls his hips, pressing his clothed erection on your cunt, and you both shiver at the friction.

“Why the fuck you still have your pants on?” 

“Was kinda distracted,” he scoffs, and your hands reach between your bodies for his belt. You struggle with the poor angle, but eventually manages to open his jeans, and Taehyung lets out a relieved sigh, sitting up to properly push his pants off.

“Hurry up,” you whine, rubbing your thighs together.

“You’re this eager to see my butt?”

“Yeah, wanna see where you hid it.”

“Damn,” he chuckles, shaking his head as he tosses his last piece of clothing away.

It’s pathetic. It’s so fucking pathetic the way your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen. But what can you do when you finally see his cock — the one you’ve imagined way more times than someone who doesn’t have a crush probably should. He’s so hard it sure must be painful and precum collects at the tip, making your mouth water.

“Wanna suck you.”

“If I ain’t tasting you, you ain’t sucking me.” You pout.

“You just scared you won’t last.”

“I wasn’t the one begging less than a minute ago.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckles, slotting himself between your thighs.

He teases up your entrance, smearing your arousal around your pussy until his crown finds your clit and a low moan rips from your throat. You’ve never been this wet before — but you’ve also never felt this wanted before either.

Then, Taehyung’s patience seems to finally have reached its limit — his own teasing overbearing even for himself, because he doesn’t wait another second as he parts your folds, pressing his tip before finally pushing in. You tighten your grip on his shoulder, digging your nails on his flesh while his eyes are hypnotized by the way your cunt throbs around him, adjusting to his size as he fills you to the brim.

“You ok?” He whispers, heavy breath fanning your face as you thread your fingers through his hair.

You nod, “Please, move.”

He starts to roll his hips back.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung groans, eyes rolling back at the way you clench around him.

“Shit,” you moan, “this feels so fucking good,” you’re not really aware of the words leaving your mouth, feeling as if you’ve lost your ability to think — an ability that you weren’t particularly good at in the first place.

When Taehyung moves back in, you can feel every inch of him as he stuffs you full, grinding on you as soon as your hips meet and stimulating every part of you. He sets a disarming pace, cock reaching deep with every stroke and he has to control every urge in his body not to pound into you like you both would like him to. 

And you’re not used to this. You’re not used to the softness of his hold nor with the care he fucks you with. 

Sex for you always felt like a race, but Taehyung makes it feels as if he stopped time altogether. The overwhelming bliss he sparks within your body is just so fucking good, already so much better than any past orgasms you’ve had.

When he feels you fully accommodate him, he speeds up enough to have you spiraling but not enough so your thighs are hurting. Between lustful moans and low groans, his hooded eyes search yours to read your every reaction, to understand which angle makes your brows furrow deeper, which rhythm makes you sound the most vulgar, and you can feel yourself dissolving into pleasure — the toe-curling, mind fucking and dangerous type — in no time.

He whispers the dirtiest things in your ear, tracing your neck with his tongue and biting on your jaw, loud pleasure and wet sounds fill the room. 

You ignore the slight pain that hits your body whenever he makes your hips jolt or your legs shake, mostly because his soothing hands are anxious over your skin: fingers digging on your thighs, palms grabbing your hips, pinning you down on the bed to contain some of your roughest spasms. You’ve never been fucked so deep and so deliciously before.

You babble what seems like his name, but you’re too lost to be sure, desperate and uncoordinated sounds leaving your mouth loud enough to earn you some noise complaints later.

“Shit— ngh, so–so fucking good.” You arch your back, and Taehyung takes his hands to massage your tits.

Your head tilts back on the comforter, eyes squeezing shut despite your desire to keep looking at him — at his dark, unwavering gaze, staring you down while fucking you so deliciously —, but it’s just too much. You swear he’s on a mission to make you lose your goddamn mind as he earnestly fucks you, reaching every spot and grinding on you.

“Feels so good like this,” he grunts, “just sucking me in, so fucking wet.”

And you don’t answer — because you can’t. There’s nothing but Taehyung’s name in your mind, and some shaky version of it reaching his ears.

You can already feel the steady pressure building in the pit of your stomach, making your legs shiver around him as your whole body tightens. 

“Shit,” he buries his face in your neck, feeling you constrict around him, “you close?”

You nod, biting his shoulder as a guttural moan leaves your lips.

“Then cum for me, princess, cream my cock.” He commands, pressing his thumb down on your clit at the same time, and making you come undone beneath him.

Taehyung can't really detain your whole body from quivering, hips buckling while your back arches from before you collapse on the bed.

An exhaustion takes over you, and it feels like hours until you’re finally able to open your eyes again.

Your body’s still quivering with aftershocks, pussy way too sensitive as Taehyung fucks you with lazy, shallow thrusts.

“Shit, that was so fucking hot” he groans, before his brows knit up, “I’m close too.”

He suddenly pulls away, quickly rising to kneeling position and circling his glistening cock with his large hand. His eyes travel over your body as he pumps himself, palm focusing on the tip as he chases his own release.

You ignore the way you pussy clenches at the sight.

“In my mouth,” you mutter, voice barely audible — but he hears you, because his movements falter.

“What did you say?”

“Want you to cum in my mouth.” You lick your lips before supporting yourself on your hands to get closer to his crotch. He groans when you replace his hand with yours, jerking his length to spread some of your juices around before closing your lips around his tip.

His head immediately falls back with an elongated grunt. And you feel your pussy leaking when he starts to twitch inside your mouth. 

“So fucking good,” he praises, making you hum.

It takes only a few expert flicks of your tongue and hollowing of your cheeks before Taehyung’s hips buck and you feel his salty taste spilling down your throat. You keep sucking him, milking every last drop of his cum and swallowing it all like a champ, before releasing him with a pop and cleaning your lips with the back of your hand.

“You just swallowed my cum.” He says, as if trying to process it.

A sly smile takes over your face, but it doesn’t stay long as Taehyung’s face slowly scrunches up in what can only be described as sorrow. His lips turn into a pout and he gets off the bed in a heartbeat, searching for his discarded clothing.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Your mind, empty a second ago, suddenly overflows with a million thoughts. 

Shouldn't you have swallowed his cum? Did he want to cum on your tits? Why the fuck are his eyes glossy like that? Is he crying because he wanted to cum on your tits? Why is your heart about to explode? Say something, why can’t you just say something?

“I’m really sorry about this” he starts, pushing his underwear up his body, “I can’t believe I–that we…” he groans, running his hands through his hair the same way you were doing just seconds ago.

It hits you maybe too late into the overthinking process that having sex with Taehyung wasn't probably the best idea — not only due to his current euphoric attempt at an escape, but also because now, after your brain starts functioning at a normal speed after cuming that hard, you’re finally able to process the messy string of thoughts knotting inside your head and come to the alarming conclusion that… yeah, you kinda have a crush on that man fleeing from you right now — undeniably so, given that he’s struggling to stop crying after fucking you and you still feel the urge to cuddle with him and pinch his cheeks.

The fuck is wrong with you.

“Taehyung.” You call, remnants from his cum lingering on your mouth.

Thank god Keke Palmer is secured behind that closet not to see you failing her like that.

He’s mumbling to himself, seemingly forgetting that you can, in fact, hear him.

“— can’t believe I just fucked her, this did not just happened—” he says, among sniffles, fighting with his zipper, “argh, this was so fucking good, she was so fucking hot and now I just won’t be able to forget this shit and this is the opposite of what I was supposed to do—”

“Taehyung!”

“What?!” He snaps, giving up on his jeans and letting them fall uncomfortably on his thighs. 

“The fuck you on about, man?”

He lets out a strangled noise, exasperated by your calmness.

“How am I supposed to get over you if my dick is now in love with you too?” He blurts, probably unintentionally, probably not realizing that you’re on the receiving end of that statement. 

“... Well, damn.”

He sobs when it hits him. You just chuckle.

“Please, forget I ever said that—”

“Why, tho? This was the most romantic shit someone’s ever said to me.”

His exasperated groans are so fucking cute.

“I… sorry, let’s just pretend I never said anything. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh. That’s too bad, cus I kinda like you too.”

“That’s not what I…” He closes his mouth immediately, eyes wide in a mix of panic and bewilderment as you smile.

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean right now.”

You chuckle.

“Why? Gonna cry?” He actually sobs. “Damn, boy, you sound nothing like the bad bitch I know.” You mock, but then bite your lip and crawl off the bed, trying to stand in front of him despite your stumbling legs. “I like you too, you dumbass. Been liking you for sometime, actually.”

You place your hand on his face, softly cleaning the tears off his cheeks.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He frowns, breathing finally normalizing.

“But you never really talk to me.”

“Yeah, I was kind of in denial and your personality didn’t help.”

“... That’s a compliment, right?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, Tae.”

“And what was yesterday about, then?”

“I was obviously trying to seduce you. And look at you,” you smile proudly, “seduced.”

“Yeah, ‘cus there’s nothing sexier than a sweaty woman fighting to stay on top of a horse, if you ask me.”

He opens one of those large, intoxicating boxy smiles of his, and you’re suddenly unable to smile back.

“Honestly? You intimidated the hell out of me. But seeing you completely out of your element yesterday watching me train some kids at a stud farm?” He chuckles. “Made me realize that… yeah, you’re amazing and all the shit I already thought… But you’re kinda lame too.” 

Your mouth falls open.

“I’m sorry, you just said your dick’s in love with me, asshole.” You roll your eyes. “And you were about to fucking flee the scene. While crying, may I add.”

“Yeah, cus you just ate my cum,” he smirks. “That does something to a guy’s heart.”

You roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, right.”

He shakes his head, an annoying smile still plastered on his face.

“I really do like you, you know? And like… we don’t have to figure anything out right now, this doesn’t even feel real yet, but…” he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest, “I really fucking like you.”

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, slowly running his finger over your lips. This time, his kiss is tender, full of unhesitant affection. You two fumble backwards, and he carefully lays you on your back, falling beside you and pulling you to frame his side.

“I like you too.” You whisper, snuggling closer.

“We can do those corny things together now. Like… uhm, like watch that Real Jackson show you always talk ab—” you grimace.

“It’s True Jackson, Taehyung.”

“Whatever, same difference.” Keke please forgive his ignorant soul. “Oh, and I’ll take you to ride with me.”

“Yeah, don’t push it. There’s not a single chance I’ll be riding again.”

“Oh, no, babe,” he and offers you a smirk, “I meant riding this fucking dick!”

Sigh.

But honestly, that might not be too bad.

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Hi! Sorry to drag on the topic but I just wanted to send a quick message regarding the recent wave of people being rude about Chris. A vast majority of what I’ve seen has been about the roles he’s in and not him as a person/actor, and while this sentiment doesn’t negate the fact that the unnecessary hate isn’t okay, it’ll probably subside soon as he has quite a few projects lined up from well-respected directors like Celine Song. Ik what I’m saying ultimately doesn’t mean much, but people on social media like to jump on bandwagons and Red One is getting particularly scrutinized because of the current discourse surrounding those type of big-budget movies (same thing happened with the new Deadpool). At the end of the day, he’s long proven his capabilities as an actor, the average person has a positive opinion of him, and he’s out there living a healthy and happy and successful life—which is more than people who spend their time sending hate on social media can say.

Anyways, I hope you have a good day, Minnie 🫶 and thank you for being a place where people can congregate to talk about these things. With the amount of interaction present, your blog honestly feels like a forum that you put effort into admining (ad-Minnie-ing? Lol), and just know ur efforts are appreciated. You’re a pillar of the stucky fandom. Merry Christmas!

Hi there, sweetheart! First of all, thank you so much for your message and apologies for taking a few days to reply! A very Merry Christmas to you too, I hope your Christmas day (if you celebrate) was lovely and full of good food and laughter! 💓

I think your message is very thoughtful and well-worded, so thank you for that! I hadn't really considered that yet, but it makes a lot of sense for the wave of criticism to stem mostly from the scrutiny Red One is under. While I agree we don't need necessarily need more movies like that, this is hardly the only one, and I feel like it's also a little unfair to pile the blame on one particular actor, but what do I know 🤷🏻‍♀️ In any case, these things usually come in waves, and you make a very good point about the average person having a positive opinion of him. This kind of hater can be loud, but they're almost always a minority. I'm sure it'll blow over again soon too, with time and also with Chris's upcoming movies being of a different variety than the likes of Deadpool/Red One, like you say.

And thank you so much for your kind words about my blog, too! 🫶🏼 I'm so so happy to hear you appreciate this space so much, and I LOVE the term ad-Minnie-ing, I'm keeping that one l, if you don't mind 😂 I sometimes struggle a little to answer messages in a timely fashion because life just gets so busy, but I appreciate every single one, and I love discussing these boys with you all so much that!! It's a lot of fun, honestly 🥰 So anyway, thank you again for being lovely, and Happy Holidays to you, darling! ❤️

[reveriesofadoration]

A change in hair but nevertheless always the same

It had all started around 8 am. After Dove had finished caring for her crops, talked to Caldarus, and headed to town for the Saturday market. Last week her and Vera had talked about getting an appointment to get her hair braided as she planned to spend a lot of time in the mines. It wasn't cheap, but she figured it would be worth it with all the time she would spend there.

So when she got to the town square she did her usual rounds of good mornings taking the chance to also drop off some things people had requested as well. By 9am she was on the chair and ready to get her hair braided.

The moment Dove took off her daffodil bandana and let it out of its pinned down style Vera let out a short gasp and Dove let out a small chuckle amused at her reaction to how much hair she had. Vera, still very much in a state of shock asked how she was even able to maintain this much and she simply replied. " Sometimes I cut it short or straighten it but recently I've been needing a change and I figured braids would be the way to go since I kinda enjoy the length I've got right now."

Vera let out several curious hums as she worked on parting the hair and started braiding. This naturally caught the eye of people nearby as usually Vera would do dyes and trims but rarely would she do braiding like this.

"Why if it ain't my favorite neighbor!" Hayden's greeting immediately took her out of her thoughts, and with a smile, she greeted him back and Henrietta as well, who clucked a chipper hello.

"Getting your hair done, I see? What are ya getting?"

"Oh, nothing too intricate or interesting..." Her voice drifted as she tilted her head to one side and closed her eye as she couldn't see Hayden from this angle anyway.

"I doubt it!" He let out a nice full belly laugh, and she could imagine his smile as he did it so full of life. "With you neighbor, anything's interesting, so shoot!"

She let out a small laugh of her own at that. "Seriously, I mean it! It's just box braids! You know that hairstyle my little sister was wearing in that picture I showed you!"

Before Hayden could reply Celine and Reina who had been at Darcy's popped up beside her with the brunette exclaiming. "You have a little sister?!"

Their sudden appearance wasn't much of a scare for Dove, but it did make her open her eyes and carefully tilt her head just enough to look at the pair. "I never told y'all? Her name's Darling!" A proud smile immediately blossomed on her lips the moment she said her name, though it had a hint of sadness to it. "She's training to become a famous actress and she's still young but she's making lots of progress! Oh, I promise you both that when I'm done getting my hair braided, I'll go find a picture of her at my place!" She rambled on and on.

"Oh, she sounds so cute! I can't wait to see that picture of her!" Celine cooed, making Dove's smile brighten.

"See? Told you! There's always something interesting with you, Dove!" Hayden laughed some more this time, earning more than a small chuckle from her as she realized he had been right.

Unbeknownst to them so much time had passed as they talked and others popped in to add their own opinion to their conversation or compliment her on her braids that were nearly done. Around lunch time Hayden and the others even pitched in to get her some food as she couldn't get up just yet and by the time Vera was done the sun was starting to show signs of setting and she got up with a dizzying big stretch and a groan.

"Thank you so much Vera! That's one less thing to worry about when I head into the mines tomorrow!" Just as she said she gave Vera a handful of tessarae as a tip and turned to Hayden who she could see much better now.

"And thank you, neighbor, for staying the entire time. I appreciate it"

"Of course! Just tell me when you do it again and I'll happily sit by you like Angie does over here!" Dove would easily consider this an international day for laughter or something had it not been for the fact that she was much too distracted by what he said as he laughed totally .... or maybe not so clueless about her reaction. "How about dinner at the inn? My treat! Think of it as a celebration for your new hairstyle!"

That made her blink out of her stupor and scratch her cheek. "Oh I won't say no to that. Thanks!..."

And with that they spent the rest of the evening at the inn eating supper and enjoying each other's company until night fell and they went their separate ways.

The next day, while pulling the weeds around Caldarus' shrine, the deity awoke and with a thoughtful hum. "It seems this morning is full of surprises..."

Immediately Dove stopped what she was doing and turned to face Caldarus "Good morning my lord" He had told her before that there was no need for all the intense formalities that came with being the worshiper of a god but she never seemed to get into the habit of using his given name. Caldarus.

Before, it made him feel quite the complicated ball of emotions, but now he was almost thankful she hadn't picked today to get rid of such a habit. Her hair, which had so often been tucked away under her daffodil bandana , was now braided down and tied up to be kept out of the way. He certainly hadn't expected this surprise but it was quite welcomed and he secretly tucked this memory away deep into his heart to reminisce upon when he would be alone with only his won company to keep him entertained.

For the first time in god only knows the sleeping dragon of the south gathered all the courage he had within his stone turned self and said. "I see you have gotten a new hairstyle..." he paused to gather more courage hoping his nervous attitude didn't show through. "It looks quite beautiful..."

Her smile at his compliment was so radiant he swore he might have ascended and left this mortal plane. Oh, he was truly hopeless...

[aysanderson]

FANFIC FEMALE VERSION ANDERPERRY !

NOTICES

* English is not my first language

*My girls Anderson and Perry in the movie and my girls Celine and Renné in real life! Double dose of sapphics!

*I would like to post daily, maybe not so long

*Probably +18 content

WELCOME TO THE TORTURED POETS SOCIETY

TAKE 01 . 

And they were roommates.

-Good morning everyone, girls, I'm Tomás, your director and I'm more than happy to announce that you're our cast! Welcome to the Tortured Poets Society!

Well, here we are.

A new movie is exploding with buzz throughout the film industry.

The remake of the famous and appreciated film 

“Dead Poets Society.” now titled Tortured Poets Society. 

For some time now, the producers have been wanting to renew, perhaps bring a new audience to the work, and also the need to finally expose the ideas that were not appropriate in 1990. 

And why not tortured poet girls!

Amazing. 

And so, here they are. The new characters and soon the newest eye candy and stars of the entire film industry. 

And not only was the film the hot news of the moment, but also Renné and Celine, rising actresses and polar opposites as the names to give life to the main characters.

The buzz quickly emerged in the media.

“Ah, but isn’t it a risky bet? A character as controversial as Celine alongside Renné?”

“Renné shouldn’t have stopped making the classics and risked this woke agenda”

“I just hope Celine is polite and doesn’t hit on Reneé, no one is forced to be gay either”

And as for the film, the rumors were even bigger and more venomous.

“It’s risky but the director gave free rein”

“It’s really sad to watch a classic appeal to the agenda.”

“It’s definitely something to make money.”

… 

-And then, I fell hard in the middle of the stage. I could barely understand what was happening. It was so embarrassing, thank goodness the spotlight soon went to the other side of the stage or I wouldn't have had the strength to get up!

Laughter could easily be heard from the lunch table of tortured poets, as the cast called themselves.

It had been a week since the start of the meetings for the beginning of the team bonding period.

The actress in the spotlight, who told a hilarious story about the time she fell in the middle of the stage, was Nancy, or rather, our girl Dalton, who was struggling to tie up her frizzy hair, while her laughter took all the breath away from her. Next to her hovered the calm redhead Sara, better known by her surname Meeks, who tried to help her colleague in her arduous mission of tying up her hair, and laughing and eating and remembering the facts of the story.

In order, the other redhead, Tayla, who was calmly sipping her apple juice and smiling at Nancy, unlike her character, who was reserved, would be and would, as is well known, at some point in the film, exchange blows with Dalton.

On the other side of the table we have the tall Suzie, who will soon be seen as our intelligent and sober Pitts, but who at the moment had a frown and serious brow, focused on her mission to discover the taste of the meat she had bought in the vegan area of the restaurant. Beside her, sharing the same mission, was Jhenny, with a white sweatshirt tied around her shoulders, even though the undeniable heat of Solarium was present without regrets, she wanted to feel the essence of the passionate overstreet.

In the distance, crossing the small street that separated the restaurant from the tables they were sitting at, Celine and Renné captured the eyes of the girls at the table, laughing at their conversation and absorbed in their bubble.

Celine dressed in a black t-shirt of the band she was in and ripped shorts with simple combat boots on her feet, contrasting perfectly with the light-colored pieces that Renné was wearing, a lace dress and small white heels, giving her a delicate and calm air. 

There couldn't have been better choices for our Anderson and Perry than them. 

The yin-yang in its perfect definition. 

Screw the critics. 

.the film will be a success

[mini-munchers]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears—To Love Someone

Chapter 4 of ?: Enigma

Pairing: March x Non-Binary Farmer (Ari)

Words: 6005

Warnings: language, the author does not understand bocce

Summary: Mistria is in a dire state after the earthquake hit. Adeline has invited a new adventurer to town to help out. March knows they won't last. Adventurers never last in Mistria. He can't wait to see Ari fail.

Chapter Summary: The spring festival has arrived. Ari dwells on the past. And March sends another request.

(No beta, we die like Dragonsworn.)

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March stepped outside and took a breath, the fresh scent of spring filling his nose. Petals from the cherry blossoms drifted lazily through the air. The Spring Festival had arrived, just like it always did on Spring 17.

The air was pleasantly warm, not too hot. With summer approaching, it would only get hotter though. March sighed. ‘Can’t wait to sweat through my clothes again.’

He started on his path to the town square, hands shoved in his pockets. Another year, zero Breath of Spring flowers collected. He didn’t have the time this year. He’d just started to get reprieve from the alternating orders from Mistria and the capital. Why people from the capital kept demanding orders when they knew the earthquake had done bad damage, he didn’t know. ‘Leave it to the capital scum to take resources away from those who needed them,’ he thought. But, the Tesserae was nice, he had to admit.

As he approached, he saw Juniper and Valen standing near the fountain. Surprisingly, they seemed to be the only ones in the square aside from Nora, Josephine, Celine, and Adeline, who were putting the finishing touches on the decorations and stalls. He decided to take a chance and strolled over to the pair, hoping they weren’t bickering over potion side effects again. Last time, things had gotten pretty intense. 

“Good morning, March.” Valen turned to greet him. “Up early I see.”

“Sleep well, lover boy?” Juniper smirked while Dozy lay languidly at her feet.

“What are you talking about, Juniper?” March sighed. He was used to Juniper’s teasing at this point. It seemed to be an all too important character trait of hers.

“Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me, mister ‘you’re not so bad’?”

“I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was talking about.” A light heat rushed over March’s cheeks as he frowned. “You and I both know they won’t last until the end of the season.”

“I don’t know, March,” Valen mused. “They seem to be doing pretty well. Juniper was just telling me she has been able to make a lot more of her potions recently thanks to what Ari has been able to ship.”

“They brought me some monster powder the other day. And let me run a few…tests on them. I’m always grateful for a willing guinea pig. They bring far more to the table than you think, March.”

Valen cast a disapproving look at Juniper. “You know, you really should run those ‘tests’ of yours in a more…controlled environment.”

Juniper laughed. “Now Valen, who would I be if I was so concerned with the ‘ethics’ of things? Ethics and rules just get in the way.”

March rolled his eyes, the two of them clearly now caught up in each other. “Whatever, I’m going to grab some coffee.” He leaned down and gave Dozy a pat on the head before walking down the steps towards where Maple now sat seated behind a booth.

“Morning, Mister March! Mom told me I could watch the stand this year! What can I get for you?”

“Just a coffee.” March placed his Tesserae for the coffee in the little bowl set in front of the menu.

Maple looked at the hot coffee pot, then back at March, grinning sheepishly. “Princess Maple…requires assistance…it’s hot.”

“Sure, kid.” March walked behind the stand and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot. Maple was right, it was hot. But, hot suited him. Even on the most sweltering of summer days, he preferred a warm cup of hot chocolate over anything cool Josephine or Darcy had to offer.

“Princess Maple appreciates your assistance.” The little girl beamed at him.

“Thanks for the coffee…princess.”

He turned to head back up the fountain, spotting Ryis now. March sipped his coffee as he walked back up the stairs.

“Yo, Ryis.” March lifted his hand in greeting to his friend as he crested the stairs.

“Morning, March.” Ryis waved back and smiled.

“First Spring Festival, huh?” The two men fist-bumped as March reached Ryis.

“Yeah. Hayden was telling me last night that Celine wins the Breath of Spring competition every year. Sounds like I have no chance.” 

“Against Celine? No chance at all. I tried to beat her every year when I was a kid. It never worked. I don’t know how she does it.”

Eiland strolled up to the pair with a quick greeting. “Talking about how Celine wins every year?”

“Yep, Ryis thinks he has a chance.” March teased his friend.

“What? I didn’t say that!”

“No chance,” Eiland confirmed. “She hasn’t let anyone win in ages. Not even the kids.”

“Damn,” Ryis mused. “She sounds just as bad as you, March.”

“What? No way.”

“Uh-huh.” Eiland drew out the word. “What was it you were saying at the inn the other night? Best blacksmith in the country?”

March narrowed his eyes at the man. So, Eiland had jokes this morning, huh?

“Good morning!” The sound drew the men's attention from each other. Ari approached from the stairs, looking as chipper as ever. “I hope I’m not late. It took a little extra time to work on the garden this morning. I had some weeds to pull.”

March frowned. Great. The capital scum was here to try and take over the day’s festivities.

“You’re not late at all,” Eiland smiled back. “The awards ceremony won’t start for a while. We were just talking about who would win this year.”

“Apparently, Celine wins every year. I had no idea. Sounds like I am out of luck.” Ryis scratched at the back of his head.

“Oh, is this your first year too, Ryis?” Ari put their backpack down on the cobblestone, rustling around before pulling out a handful of feathers. “I found these yesterday near the Western Ruins and figured you could use them.”

“Thank Ari!” Ryis took the feathers, a small, gracious smile on his face. “I can probably use these for something. I’ve been meaning to ask Balor for some. Landen just had an order come in for a double bed from someone in Auchendale yesterday actually.”

“Did you find anything at the ruins?” Eiland’s eyes sparkled with thoughts of another artifact being discovered. It was no secret to anyone in town that Eiland worked hard to uncover the history of Mistria. Anything he could find, he was excited for.

“Oh! I did!” Ari reached into their backpack again. “Aha! Here it is!” Ari lifted a set of beads from the sack. They were blue and white and almost seemed to glitter in the light of the sun. “It looks like-”

“Ritual beads?! Let me see!” Eiland practically vibrated with joy as he took the beads from Ari, all the delicacy in the world dripping from his greedy fingers.

“What, no gift for me?” March crossed his arms, looking Ari up and down as they put their backpack back on their shoulders.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Ari’s face fell. “I didn’t-”

“Whatever.” March waved his hand as he started to walk off. “I don’t need anything from you anyway.”

“Don’t mind him, Ari,” Ryis started. “He just-” But March didn’t hear the rest as he walked out of earshot.

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March took a bite of his tulip cake as everyone gathered around the stage

“March.” Reina, who stood beside him, motioned to the left side of her mouth.

“Huh?” March mirrored the action, brow furrowing.

“Icing…” Reina whispered.

“Oh, thanks.” He wiped his face, looking down at the icing now on the back of his hand. Great. He wiped his hand on the bottom of his apron. Whatever. His clothes were always dirty anyway.

“The moment you’ve all been waiting for is here,” Josephine started from the stage. “It’s time to announce the three people who turned in the most Breath of Spring flowers!”

Applause came from the group surrounding the stage, followed by an expectant silence.

“In third place…Errol!”

The crowd clapped as Errol walked up to the stage, a polite smile cresting his face. He graciously took a bouquet from Josephine.

“In second place…Celine!” There was a silence that passed through the crowd before a lone clap started the applause. Celine accepted her bouquet with a smile, though her eyes didn’t reflect the same joy. She was disappointed. Who in the world had beaten Celine? No way anyone had done it. But…

“And finally, in first place…Ari!” Ari walked up to the stage, beaming. Josephine placed a white flower crown on their head and handed them their bouquet. March turned away from the spectacle.

What? No way. No way the stupid adventurer had beaten Celine. Anger simmered in his stomach like embers in the forge. Who was this piece of capital scum coming into his town and ruining things?

Ari came over to him after a minute, the bouquet of Breath of Spring flowers in their hands. They placed down their backpack and began to gingerly place the flowers in the bag.

“Best at picking flowers, huh?” March snarked, discontentment dripping from his words. “Well, it’s something I guess.”

“Thanks, March!” Ari grinned, totally impervious to his sour mood. “I found a lot out on the Eastern Road! They were hidden pretty well though! Whoever hid them did a good job!”

“Congrats, Ari!” Ryis chose that minute to walk over, a cup of floral tea in his hands. March turned to face him.

“Thanks, Ryis! I was just telling March how many flowers I found on the Eastern Road! I was foraging and just kept finding them!” Ari closed their bag and stood up, throwing it over their shoulder. There was a clattering noise as everything settled.

Foraging? Seriously? The adventurer foraged? Shouldn’t that be beneath them?

“Oh, really?! I looked everywhere for them and never could find any on the Eastern Road!” Ryis chuckled. March eyed his friend. There was a faint tint of red on Ryis’ cheeks. Just enough to see with a well-trained eye. Ryis was blushing. Hard. Around Ari. Over a simple statement of a fact. No way. There was no way that Ryis…A crush? Really? March sighed inwardly. Leave it to Ryis to get caught up in the adventurer’s game. He really was too gullible sometimes. March would have to talk some sense into him later.

“Yeah! I even found one hidden in a patch of cattails! That one was hard to fish out. I almost fell in!” Ari was enjoying the attention, clearly.

“What? No way!” 

“The water would have been so cold! I would know, I fell in around Spring 5!”

Ryis doubled over with laughter. “How did you manage that?!”

‘I fell in around Spring 5!’  Ha, served them right. Maybe the renown-seeking adventurer was finally getting a taste of real life. Maybe they would realize they weren’t cut out for this. Mistira didn’t need them, after all. Mistria had him.

There was an expectant silence that drew March back from his thoughts. He looked between Ryis and Ari, their interest in what he had to say next palpable. 

“Hmm? What’s with that look,” he asked, letting the irritation he felt slip through in his voice.

“I’m surprised you know how to juggle!” Ari smiled politely. “I never picked it up. Some guys in my guild tried to teach me, but I was bad at it. And they didn’t start me out with scarves either. Straight to the clubs. The amount of times they fell on my head-”

“What are you talking about, who told you that?!” March felt the shock rush through his body. No way, no way they knew. Heat crept over his face and ears. Now Ari had embarrassing knowledge to use against him, fuck!

Ryis spit out a little of his floral tea. “Were you even listening?” 

Ari snorted. Actually snorted. March whipped his head around to Ryis. “Are you serious,” he yelled.

“What?” Ryis smirked. “Just a little fun fact between friends.”

March felt his face start to get even hotter. Just who was Ryis? Going around and telling Ari facts about him? Friends? Yeah right.

“Celine tells me you’re super good at bocce too. I bet I could beat you though.” Ari smirked. They were teasing him! This was getting ridiculous. 

“Oh yeah? You wanna try that, adventurer? I’d beat you any day!” Bitter venom dripped from his words. Like, hell. Like hell if Ari would win. Not against him.

“I think Adeline has a set, Ari,” Ryis said. “Let’s go see. I would love to see this play out.”

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“Ari wins!” Adeline held up Ari’s hand in a victory salute.

What…had even just happened? March had the advantage. He had more points. Until suddenly, he didn’t. A final underarm throw from Ari had sent their jack rolling right into the pallino. It came to a gentle stop right as the balls met. How had that even happened? Who had that kind of stupid accuracy when it came to throwing around wooden balls?!

They had played on the manor lawn, a small group forming around the game. Maple had been the most interested, seemingly having abandoned her station at the food stall. Not that it mattered. Mistria worked on an honor system after all. The crowd had clapped softly with each throw, cheering March and Ari on. His applause had been louder, which bolstered his ego. But then, Ari had thrown the winning ball and everything came crashing down.

“This was so fun!” Adeline cried as she threw her hands around Ari’s neck, jumping up and down in excitement.

“How did you-?” March clenched his fists at his side.

“Oh! Sorry!” Ari scratched the back of their head as Adeline released them. “I trained with a competitive player when I was young. I should have told you that.”

“You–!” The fuck was Ari? Some kind of rich family golden child? Who in the world would train with some competitive player? What was the end goal in that? March seethed. He would not be bested by a piece of capital scum. He couldn’t accept that kind of fate.

“Oh wow, really?” Adeline turned to Ari, a sense of wonder in her eyes.

“Ha, yeah. My mother wanted to ensure I would fit into high society. I studied a lot of things growing up.” Ari was channeling her capital charm, it seemed. And Adeline was falling for it.

“Do you drink your tea with your pinky up?!” Maple asked, tugging on the corner of Ari’s dress. March took Ari in at that moment, a white dress with black tights and a pink cardigan. The flower crown only served to amplify the outfit’s childish look. The white blooms seemed to match the dress perfectly. But still, who put on a flower crown over the age of 10? They looked like a child of the capital, alright.‘Good,’ March thought. ‘Let them show their true colors.’

Ari knelt down to match Maple’s level. “Only with the finest royal, like you!”

Maple brought her fists up to rest in front of her chest and squealed, stamping her feet in joy. “Can we do a tea party?!”

“Um, of course! Who am I to turn down an invitation from Princess Maple?” March swore he saw Ari’s face soften into something unrecognizable for just an instant. It was like nothing he’d seen before from them. Joy with a hint of sadness. It was gone as soon as he saw it, that everpresent charm coming to take its place. “I’ll bring some berries if you can get Hayden to supply the milk. We can make berries and cream,” Ari continued.

“Ok! I’ll go ask now!” Maple took off toward the steps of the manor house, presumably in Hayden’s direction.

Ari stood, brushing their knees off.

“Ari, you’re really good with kids! I heard about that story you told Dell the other day. How in the world did you think of that,” Adeline asked.

“Well,” Ari started. “One of my older brothers has two kids. Twins. They were born when I was around fifteen. Though they had an au pair, I got to spend a lot of time with them growing up. We used to do all kinds of stuff together! We played a lot of imaginary games. Never bothered me, I quite enjoyed it.” 

There was that sadness again. Longing, he realized. Did they…miss their family? Mistria wasn’t too close to the capital. It was about a day and a half to two days walk. Not something you could easily make when you had other things to attend to. It struck him that Ari had a life at home that they had given up to come to Mistria. ‘For the renown,’ he quickly reminded himself.

“I love talking to Luc, Maple, and Dell,’ they continued. “They remind me so much of my niblings. I’d probably spend the whole day playing with them if I had the chance.”

“Do you miss home?” Ryis asked, a look of genuine curiosity in his eyes. There he went again, getting sucked in. March sighed. “I miss the capital sometimes, but the more I stay here, the better I like it here,” Ryis continued.

“Yes and no,” Ari answered. “I miss my guild and a few members of my family, but I do not miss the atmosphere at all. The energy always felt too rushed, no matter where you went. Not to mention all the smoke.”

“The smoke!” Ryis laughed. “Isn’t the air here so much nicer?”

“Absolutely! I love waking up in the morning and coming out to the smell of fresh air!”

“The air is a lot cleaner here, I never thought about it like that.” Adeline tapped a finger to her chin. “I haven’t been to the capital in a while.”

March paused, narrowing his eyes at the adventurer. How easily they tricked everyone. Their words seemed to be a siren’s song to everyone’s ears except his. He could hear the broken melody for what it was. Still, how did they schmooze so easily? Was there a single person in Mystira that didn’t like them? Was he the only one who could see through their game?

“Air. What a dumb thing to get excited about.” March murmured. Adeline and Ryis turned to stare at him. “What?” He huffed, standing his ground.

“That’s not nice, March,” Adeline said, arching her eyebrows in question. “Why would you say that?”

March faltered. A half-hearted apology fell out of his mouth as he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to walk away.

“I’m so sorry, Ari! Ignore March, he—“ March let the rest of Adeline’s apology go unheard as he descended the stairs.

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The sun shone through the window, bouncing off the opposite wall and right into March’s face, rousing him from his light sleep. He sat up in bed, stretching his arms before letting his feet hit the icy floor beneath his bed. Spring 18. Another morning, more work to be done. March walked into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth as Orlic puttered around the smithy.

“Good morning, bro!” Olric grinned as March exited the bathroom. “Sleep ok?”

“Fine enough.” That was a lie. He’d lied in bed all night, Adeline’s comment eating him from the inside. ‘That’s not nice, March. Why would you say that?’  Why wouldn’t they see Ari for who they truly were? They were no workhorse. They weren’t here to ‘save’ Mistria. They could try, but they would fail. He knew the truth though. They just wanted the renown–their name attached to Mistria for the next generation of adventurers to admire. How ‘noble’ a pursuit.

“Need any help today? I got the fire up to about 1100° already. Should be good to go for the copper.”

“Nah,” March waved a hand at his brother as he entered his room. “I’ll only be able to make three to four orders today.” He cracked his door as he got dressed, still listening in case Olric needed him.

“Oh, that’s right. It’s tool day today, isn’t it?”

“Yep,” March called as he shrugged on his shirt.

“Oh cool! Y’know, I saw Ari in here the other day looking at the copper hoe. I wonder if they need an upgrade.”

March clicked his tongue, agitated. Why bring them up? Could he not get a day of peace without mention of Ari? “If they want one, they can buy it.” He threw open his door and headed to unlock the smithy.

“Ok,” Olric replied, a little less cheery than normal. “I’ll be working a shift at the museum today if you need me later.”

“Whatever.” March walked out the door, the bell on the door jingling as the door closed. He rounded the corner of the shop, ready to get to work. But there was someone standing near the forge. March deflated, realizing his day was about to go to shit.

“What do you want?” He sighed, taking in Ari as they stood there, blank expression on their stupid face. They were dressed in the overall dress again today, same striped shirt, same worn boots. Only this time…“What’s with the bow?” He pointed to the pale yellow bow tied in their high ponytail.

“Oh! Good morning March!” They startled, their blank expression morphing into that blinding smile so quickly, it almost gave him whiplash. He’d noticed the small jump they’d done though. He’d scared them. Good. “Do you like it,” Ari asked. “It’s something an old…friend gave to me.”

March let out a snort. “Yellow is not your color,” he lied. The pale yellow was indeed their color. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Oh…” They paused before setting down their backpack and starting to rummage around in it. “Well, anyway, I wanted to give you this.” A familiar reddish-gold color glinted in the sun as they pulled out a copper ingot. “I had a few spares and wanted to give one to you!”

When in the world had they had time to make it? He didn’t recall them using his forge yesterday. At least not that he knew of. March took the ingot, examining it with an expert eye. It…wasn’t bad. There was very little oxidation and the color matched his ingots almost exactly. They…had done a good job… especially for capital scum.

“Huh,” he mumbled, turning the ingot over in his hand. “Th-thanks Ari.” The words tumbled out of his mouth quicker than he could stop them. “I could turn this into something pretty nice.”

If Ari’s smile could have grown, it would have. “You’re welcome!”

March felt like raising his hand to his face and shielding his eyes. How did someone smile so…radiently?

“Also,” they said, face falling more than he had ever seen, but somehow still showing kindness and interest. “Sorry…for yesterday. If I knew you wanted to win so badly…” They reached up and grabbed a lock of their hair, twiddling it in between their pointed finger and thumb.

“What, you would have purposefully lost? That’s fucking stupid.” March walked past them to the forge and placed the ingot in his pile.

“Oh, uh…” There was a pause as Ari seemed to search for their words. March wanted to spin around, to laugh in their face. He’d caught them. He’d left them speechless. But still, their words irked him. Why apologize? There was nothing to apologize for. Sure, he was pissed that he lost, to capital scum of all things. But they had won fair and square.

“Don’t apologize for something that you have no reason to apologize for. A useless apology is never a good apology.” March poked the fire, flames rising to spill out the forge’s open door.

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‘Don’t apologize for something that you have no reason to apologize for.’ 

The words echoed in Ari’s head as they lay in bed that night, sleep escaping them. March’s words stung, but it hadn’t been the first time they had heard that sentiment. Antonio had been the first one to say it.

It was the first job that Ari had screwed up. Their first real stealth job. The guild members had been tailing some bandits, hoping to take them out at the order of the royal court. Antonio and Joaquin had nearly gotten within distance to ambush them, but all too suddenly the bandits had turned on them. There’d been a fight, swords clashing, metallic sounds ringing through the air. Blood, lots of blood. Ari wasn’t good with a sword at that time. And because of them, the bandits had gotten away. They’d been a blubbering mess after they had gotten back to the guild hall.

Antonio was angry. Ari had cried and cried and eventually, he got tired of it. He beat his fist against the wall, causing the room to fall into silence. “Don’t apologize for something that you have no reason to apologize for! It makes you look fucking pathetic.”

“Ginko!” Otter yelled back at the man.

“No Otter! They’ve got to learn to deal with it! Jobs go bad sometimes. It happens. But what’s not ok is bawling your eyes out over spilled milk. It was a small job, nothing serious. Now, suck it up, Princess!”

Ari stood there, shaking. They knew this version of Antonio, of Ginko. He was more Ginko in this moment than Antonio, the job still weighing heavy on his shoulders. Sure, Ari’s father had gotten mad at them from time to time at home, but Ari had never seen anything like Ginko’s anger. It scared them.

Joaquin opened his mouth but Antonio cut him off. “Slick, don’t even start.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” he lied.

Antonio stormed out of the guild hall, the grand doors slamming behind him.

Joaquin came over, throwing an arm around Ari.

“You good, Princess,” he asked.

“Yeah, Joa-Slick, I’ll be fine.” The slip was obvious, but neither Otter nor Slick said anything. Ari was still getting used to code names. It had only been a month since they had joined the guild after all. But still, it was their first real job that was more than just menial labor…how had it gone so wrong?

“Don’t let him get under your skin,” Slick said, taking his arm from around Ari’s neck and giving them a firm slap on the shoulder. Ari just barely managed to stabilize themselves before they fell over. “Ginko is like that will every new guild member.”

“That’s why I paired you with him. He’s a tough nut to crack, but he’s a great teacher,” Otter added, tone matter of fact. Ginko…a great teacher? Yeah right. The number of times he’d hit Ari with his full force in their sparing sessions was starting to outnumber the stars in the sky.

“I don’t get it though,” Ari stared down at the freshly wrapped cut on their left arm. The bandits had sliced their arm with a dagger in a moment of distraction. And it was deep. Thank god Slick had known how to make an emergency compress. Ari had about fainted at the sight of the blood. Ginko had carried them back to the guild hall, roughly stitching them up, muttering how stupid they were the whole time. “How did they know I was there?”

“Probably your walking pattern.” Slick walked over to the guild request letters and started flipping through them, looking for the next job.

“What?” Ari was confused.

“Yeah, you have very light footsteps, don’t get me wrong,” Slick said as he grabbed a letter and turned back to face Ari. “But you have a very particular pattern to your gait. It’s easy to hear if you know what you are listening for.”

“What? My footsteps?”

“You walk like a noble is what Slick is trying to say,” Otter said, no malice in his words. Only pure fact. “Think of it like this. You know how you have to walk on the pads of your feet when you walk in heels?”

“Yeah?” Ari rubbed their eyes, trying to wipe the remnants of the tears away.

“There is a district rhythm that is associated with that. And when you wear heels long enough, your foot starts to naturally fall that way, all the weight striking the pad instead of the heel.” Otter made a walking motion with his hands.

“And it’s so easy to hear once you know what it sounds like. Makes you an easy mark for anyone who knows what to listen for. And you’d be surprised at how many people know what to listen for.” Slick added.

“Huh.” Ari rolled their food back and forth, mimicking their normal walking style. “I guess I can see it.”

“We just need to get you walking on the heels of your feet. Easier said than done, though.” Otter brought his hand to cup his chin in thought. “But…that experience of yours in heels might benefit us later.”

“You wouldn’t believe how many times Ginko has had to wear heels on jobs. He hates it!” Slick put his hand on his hip and exaggerated throwing a fake scarf over his shoulder before walking over to Otter. “This one,” he said, handing the letter to Otter.

Ari snorted, quickly covering their mouth with their hand in an attempt to hide their amusement. “An-Ginko in heels?”

“Red heels,” Slick laughed.

“Had to get them from Dutchess Cressier. She was more than willing to hand over a pair once we ran a job for her. Ginko has big feet after all.” Otter jabbed Slick in the side with his elbow.

Ari let out a breath of a laugh as they recalled the memory. They really did miss the guild. They missed home. They looked around the small, one-room cabin that they occupied now. The fireplace was small, nowhere near big enough to heat the room. The roof leaked when it rained. And most aggravating of all, there was no running water. A bathroom with running water had never sounded so lovely. Instead, they had the outhouse. Ari didn’t want to think what it would be like come winter.

They’d gotten a few things to make it a bit more homey. A potted plant and some curtains. It was nothing major, but it did spruce the place up a bit. Their niblings, Lennox and Layla, had sent them drawings in the mail almost as soon as they heard the town’s name, Mistria. The drawings hung from the wall near the table There was a letter from Aldo, their older brother, Lennox and Layla’s father, and another from Ruby, his wife that were folded neatly and stacked on the table. Ari hadn’t received anything from Charlotte yet though, their younger sister. They suspected that she would write on her own time though. Charlotte had always worked on her own timetable, much to mother and father’s dismay. But her being the youngest, she often got her way.

Ari stared at their nightstand, the book that Celine had let them borrow closed with a clean leaf stuck in the middle as a bookmark. They thought about reading, but it probably wouldn’t help this time. 

They missed home, desperately. The guild hall, the dormitories, the massive kitchen, they missed it all. Sure, the beds in the dormitory weren’t the best, and they didn’t miss Guardian’s snoring at all. But It had been years since they’d slept outside of the co-ed dorm with the exceptions of a few jobs. Hell, since they had slept alone in a room at all. They missed the company sometimes. It was lonely coming home to an empty cabin.

Ari rolled over in bed, turning to face the wall. They mentally went over their checklist for tomorrow. Water the tulips, daffodils, potatoes, cabbage, and strawberries. Harvest the potatoes and maybe the strawberries if they ripened up enough. Eat some strawberries if they ripened up enough. That thought alone made them excited enough to kick their feet. Breakfast and dinner at the inn. Maybe a little mining. Give March another ingot. The thought made them pause.

March was an enigma. He was the only person in town who seemed to distrust them. And he had from the beginning. The rest of the town had been so welcoming. And yet March…March remained icy. What could they do to warm him up? To make him see they weren’t so bad and were just here to help?

‘I could turn this into something pretty nice.’

Ari thought about the comment. In that moment, he seemed to falter–he seemed to crack just the tiniest bit. They’d made the ingot while he had been at the inn after the Spring Festival. They didn’t want to take up his forge time. It was his job after all. Just like taking care of Mistria was theirs. It was a full time gig. March was good at his craft. Very, very good at his craft. It seemed like that was his sole focus in life, to perfect his craft. They’d seen his work in the smithy. It was some damn fine craftsmanship. Nothing they could ever measure up to. They wondered if they had ever seen any of his work at the capital. Olric had mentioned he was doing a lot of jobs for the capital lately.

Their father had mentioned Mistria once or twice that Ari remembered. Once, he mentioned it as the only place to get mistril. The rare metal was expensive and hard to work with. Their father could work with it, but he was one of the few jewelers that could. Those mistril pieces were some of his bestselling pieces. But since the mine had been shut down…was there even still mistril in the mine at all?

Ari had gotten down past level 20 in the mine. The water tablet had been a sticky one to solve, but with the help of Juniper and Eiland, they had done it. How much deeper did the mine go? Where was the mistral? They shook their head. Not the time to dwell on that.

Ari thought back to the second time their father had mentioned Mistria. That memory was a bit more fuzzy than the first. It had been a little over 7 years since their father had made the comment. ‘There’s a good blacksmith in Mistria. He does impressive work for someone so young.’ The blacksmith had made their father a hanger sword for hunting. Ari remembered the glint of the metal and the gentle curve of the blade. It sat unused in the house until the day they had been kicked out. It was a shame, really, going unused like that. But whoever it was had come to the capital to work as an apprentice. Could it have been March? Surely not. But, how long had he been smithing? The thought gnawed at them. They’d have to pry the information out of him, but how?

They sighed and flipped back over. Tomorrow would be a new day. A new chance to make a difference. Ari poked a new welt on their arm, wincing at the pain. A new day to get hit with fucking clod bullets.

If only Antonio could see them now. He wouldn’t be happy. No, he’d probably laugh at their misfortune of a hard job, sigh at their performance, and then get angry that Otter had put them on the job in the first place. Antonio, in the last month of his life, had started to hate Ari taking jobs with hard labor, his protective instinct coming out. There was a reason why, of course. But they didn’t want to think about it, the pain too great. Antonio always got irked when those he loved were put in the line of danger. But then, didn’t Ari too?

‘They shouldn’t have gone out that day,’ Ari thought. ‘They shouldn’t have gone out that day.’ The thought haunted them for the rest of the night.

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A letter awaited Ari in their mailbox the next morning, patiently waiting for the sun to rise.

Ari, 

Meet me at the Blacksmith’s and don’t keep me waiting.

March

[applesaucesims]

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Dilliam: Fireworks

Another year has come and gone, but this time, Damien is by himself due to everyone close to him having other obligations. But that’s alright, as a city comes alive on New Year’s Eve with fireworks.

But can he find a good place to watch them?

Warning: There’s suggestions of PTSD from firework explosions, but it is not discussed in detail.

Previous New Year fics: The Perfect Year, New Year(?), A Bumpy New Year’s Eve

Word Count: 1,387

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Mark had gotten big news on Christmas Eve. He had been invited to a big event in a city out of state. With the journey that it would take to get there, he made the impulsive decision that himself and Celine would spend New Years together on vacation. Celine was surprised at this announcement, but it had been some time since Damien had seen his twin so excited about something.

He happily waved the pair off on the 29th, and left the Manor in the care of the staff.

With Mark and Celine out of town, and William on duty in the barracks, it would be the first time in many years that Damien would ring in the new year on his own. Even if it brought a small pang of loneliness, he didn’t mind. The other option was to spend it with his parents, and… He would rather do a full night of office work instead.

The staff in the Mayoral residence were given a few days off. He didn’t want them to feel they had to keep him company, not when he had a plan all his own.

As the night rolled in, he pulled on his coat, wrapped his scarf around his neck, and set out for a late walk. The fireworks were already starting, and they painted the pavement in flashes of blue and green. Damien had spent his whole life living in shades of black and white. Seeing the world alive in colour brought with it the simple joys of life. 

Would the burst of colours symbolise the beginning of a brighter future, or would the fading to monochrome reflect the status quo continuing despite his best efforts?

Or… Could Damien stop thinking about work and politics for once and actually appreciate the moment without attaching symbolism to everything?

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With that plan in mind, his eyes raised skyward once more in a quest to find the ideal spot to watch the fireworks. He had half an hour, that would be plenty of time to explore the city on foot. His destination was unknown, but Damien trusted his feet to lead him in the right direction. He simply needed somewhere with few obstacles overhead and a clear sky. Everyone would be either at home or with friends. There wouldn’t be anyone on the streets… But a hand grabbing his wrist and sharply tugging him backward swiftly proved otherwise.

“Damien? What the devil are you doing out here walking with your head in the clouds?!” The man was a head taller than him, eyes almost as wide as the large, circular glasses. Both his hair and moustache were unkempt, and his outfit was a simple shirt and trousers.

“William?! I could ask you the same thing! Aren’t you supposed to be on call in the barracks?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t stick it tonight. I forgot how close to the centre the barracks is, and everything is - it’s loud. I needed to get some air, but it’s worse out here than it was in there!”

Damien’s gaze lifted skyward again. He hadn’t registered the sound, while William couldn’t focus on the colour. There had to be a middle ground…

“Come back with me. I have an idea, but I need my car.”

“Your car? Dames, I really don’t think hiding in -”

“No no, trust me… Please.” 

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Damien held William’s hand the entire walk back, squeezing the soldier’s hand tightly every time a firework went off overhead. William was one who often kept his worries and fears to himself, but now was not the time to talk about it. Instead, Damien wanted to keep William company, especially now that they did have the chance to spend time together.

When they returned to the Mayoral Residence, Damien quickly unlocked the car and gestured for William to take the passenger’s seat.

“I really don’t think this will help,” William admitted quietly. “A car isn’t soundproof. The metal is far too thin to provide any sort of muffling.”

“I know. But that’s not why I wanted the car.” Damien stuck the key into the ignition and turned on the engine. The car sputtered to life and set off. Normally, Damien had a driver, but it was nice having his own independence. “It will help us get to our destination.”

“Our destination?”

“Yes. Somewhere outside the city. I think the hills would be nice to watch the fireworks. It should be far enough away to lessen the impact of the sound.”

“Ah.”

After that, silence fell. They were the only ones on the road, and both were made keenly aware of how quiet the streets were. No one would be out until the new year rang in. For now, the car was the only disruption to the tranquil night. Every road was quiet, and it was the first time that Damien was greeted by only green lights. His light-hearted comment about wishing he could get green lights when he was going to meetings fell flat. William really was troubled by this.

However, when they reached the edge of the city, William asked if they could stop by his cottage. Damien obliged, asking whether William wanted to go home instead. The soldier refused, reminding Damien that he would need to go back to the barracks after this. He didn’t give further clarification before he hopped out of the car and dashed inside.

Damien, too, stepped out of the car and leaned against it to look toward the sky. He couldn’t see the actual fireworks, instead being forced to be content with the faint flashes of colour. It reminded Damien of one of his visits to Mark backstage in the theatre, where the poor actor was fumbling as he tried to help hold a spotlight in place while a member of the backstage crew reattached it. 

The view was pretty, but it wasn’t as impactful as when he was walking. If they stayed here, this wouldn’t do at all. But if it made William feel more comfortable, then he would gladly take the sacrifice.

“Dames?” At the sound of his nickname, Damien turned around just in time for him to be covered by something red.

“Since we’re going out, I thought I’d bring something to make it a date.” William lifted the blinding item - a blanket - so he could reveal a small basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses. The fact that William had specified they were going ‘out’, along with the items, had Damien blink as he processed the information.

“Will? You had a basket?”

“I’ve wanted to invite you out for a picnic for months but I’ve been too nervous to do so.”

“Nervous? Why would I refuse a picnic with the man I adore?”

“Because I can’t make bloody presentable sandwiches, and I’m not asking the Chef in Mark’s place for help. He’d never let me live it down!”

Damien laughed, taking the basket so he could put it in the back seat. “I certainly don’t object to a liquid lunch with you tonight.”

-

The further out of the city they went, the lighter William’s mood became. He was starting to register how the explosions of the fireworks were quieter when viewed from a distance. He was why Damien nearly twisted his ankle with how fast William dragged him up the hill.

The sky was clear, the view was perfect from the hill, and yet not a single other person had the idea to travel out. Damien held the basket while William spread out the blanket. The solider sat down first and offered a hand to Damien, and he was gently guided to rest his head on William’s shoulder.

The plan to share the wine was forgotten as the pair simply enjoyed the unexpected company of the other. Damien had even dozed off against William, but he hadn’t realised until he was startled awake by a sudden barrage of noise in the distance.

William chuckled, unaffected by the sounds. “I think it’s the new year, Dames.”

Damien rummaged in his pocket for his pocket watch, and gasped when he realised the time was indeed just after midnight. “You’re absolutely correct. Happy New Year, my love.”

“Happy New Year, dear.”

William leaned down to kiss the Mayor, and the pair were bathed in flashes of blue and yellow.

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Mail!

This one made a mess of the mailbox, rose petal everywhere!

To My Beating Heart.

Wonderful news I just had to share, it could not wait for you to return to the manor. 

It’s been done! The director and production company have agreed to my conditions, all day time scenes are to be shot indoors. And it’s all thanks to you.

You…

I spent so much of my mortal life giving, generous man that I am. Paying for the way of my friends, giving them opportunities, giving them a place to live, had they the need. In the end I gave them even the ability to live forever and why wouldn't I? They were my family! But they were revolted by my gift, claimed it something to be cured. Even Celine, when she did claim to be doing it all for me, the endless studying and experiments, in the end, my well being was never her concern. Just another equation for her to solve and toss away when she got her answers. Knowledge is power, as they say. Bah! Oh well. Didn’t save her in the end, did it?

But you, you have already done more for me in my death than any did while I lived. Though I have to wonder. Is that true? How many times were you there for me without my notice? I’m reminded of the time you came, winded and stumbling, just in time for my character introduction during my final college performance. You burst through the doors and gained everyone’s ire in one fell swoop as you shuffled to the seat you had reserved. You’d just finished writing your own final that your preparation had Damian in a fuss over you, how you had stayed up almost three nights in a row in preparation of your thesis presentation. You must have been exhausted already, but anyone could tell that you had ran. I would like to do more for you in our life together now. Even if that means being more polite to the stage hands during production. Why they deserve my politeness or your protection, I may never know, but if that is your wish.

I will wait to share this gift with you until you are ready. In the meantime, I deeply appreciate how you allow me to feed from you. The racing beat of your heart pumping your blood into my mouth, so eager to feed me and be mine. Return soon, my beating heart. We shall celebrate together, as we shall do all things from now on.

Love,

Eternally Yours