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Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 14

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Yuno: But you don’t have to thank me…

(I was only doing what I should.)

Yoshitsune: Then let me rephrase it.

He took my hand and his amethyst eyes gazed into my eyes.

Yoshitsune: Come with me as an apothecary to ensure that I don't reopen my wound.

Yuno: … It’s not fair if you put it that way.

(I can’t refuse to perform my duties as an apothecary.)

Yuno: Understood. I’ll go with you.

Yoshitsune: Okay.

Yoshitsune-sama’s eyes softened when I nodded.

(I turned down the offer earlier, but…)

(I’m glad I can go outside for a bit as it's been a while since I last did.)

Yuno: Um… thank you, Yoshitsune-sama!

Yoshitsune: You’re welcome.

Yoshitsune: I’m relieved to finally see you smile.

Yuno: Eh…

(... I know there’s definitely no deeper meaning behind that but…)

Yuno: You’re amazing for being able to say such things so naturally, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: Did I say something strange?

Yoshitsune: I apologise if my words offend you.

Yuno: That’s not the case. I apologise for my weird comment.

(I was merely leading myself on.)

I smiled at Yoshitsune-sama who stared at me confused.

And then a slight smile formed on his lips again.

Yoshitsune: That’s a relief. Then, shall we go?

…

I quickly got ready and went outside,

(Huh?)

In front of the mansion stood Yoshitsune-sama and only one horse.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama, is no one else accompanying us?

Yoshitsune: I don’t need that just to go out to town.

Yoshitsune: In fact, I’m not fond of having a large entourage.

Yuno: … You were alone that night at the festival in Kamakura too.

(But is it really okay for the two of us to be alone together even when I’m a hostage?)

Yoshitsune: I know better than anyone that you won’t try to escape.

Yoshitsune: Besides, wouldn't having my vessels around make you feel anxious? This won't be a proper recreational trip if you feel that way.

Yuno: … How did you know what I was thinking?

Yoshitsune: I thought so because you’re an earnest person.

Yoshitsune: Am I wrong?

Yuno: No… you’re right.

Yoshitsune: I see. Then that should clear all your doubts.

Yoshitsune-sama extended his hand to me with a smile.

Yoshitsune: Take my hand.

Yuno: Okay…

He helped me onto the horse and my field of view became taller.

(... um.)

The feeling of his chest pressed against my back made my heart race.

When he grabbed the reins, our bodies came closer.

(My heart is beating really fast for some reason…)

Yuno: … I think I might be nervous.

Yoshitsune: You're not used to riding on a horse?

(Hya…)

I shivered when I felt his breath brush against my ear.

Yoshitsune: Your body feels tense indeed.

Yuno: Umm, t-that’s…

(I can’t tell him that it’s because he’s making my heart race.)

Yuno: That’s right. I’m not used to horses.

I quickly came up with a white lie.

Yoshitsune: This horse is well-trained.

Yoshitsune: It’s calm and tame, so you don't have to worry.

(Whoa…)

Yoshitsune-sama wrapped an arm around my waist.

Yoshitsune: Just lean on me and trust me.

Even through the fabric of my kimono, I could feel his sturdy physique. My body gradually grew hotter.

(I hope he doesn't notice!)

Yoshitsune: Hold on if you’re scared.

The horse started galloping at a comfortable pace.

…

(This is Hiraizumi!)

There was a market being held in town, and it was bustling with people.

Hiraizumi wasn’t as big as Kamakura, but it was full of life.

(There's so many children… everyone has nice smiles too.)

(They must really love this town.)

Yuno: What a wonderful town…!

Yoshitsune: I agree. This town was built up by the hands of its people.

Yoshitsune: There’s only so much I can do for it.

Yoshitsune: The townspeople are to thank for making this town this wonderful.

I could tell from Yoshitsune-sama’s tone that Hiraizumi meant a lot to him.

Yuno: This town is irreplaceable to you too, right, Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

Commoner 1: Oi, isn’t that…?

Commoner 2: Yeah… it’s Yoshitsune-sama.

(Oh.)

The townspeople started whispering amongst themselves when they noticed us, their eyes filled with admiration for Yoshitsune-sama.

Commoner 3: Eh? It’s Yoshitsune-sama…

The whispering spread like ripples,

When Yoshitsune-sama passed through, the bustling town went quiet.

(Amazing…)

In Kamakura, people cheered and sang Yoritomo-sama’s praises wherever he went.

But the scene before me was entirely different.

Commoner 4: … I heard he fought like a demon in a recent battle.

Commoner 5: He’s our hero indeed… he’s like a god.

Commoner 6: Praise the heavens, praise the heavens…!

The townspeople looked at Yoshitsune-sama as though he were a deity.

(This isn’t ordinary adoration…)

(To the townspeople, Yoshitsune-sama is a person of great significance.)

Commoner 7: By the way, who’s the woman on the horse with him?

Commoner 8: Is she perhaps his beloved Lady*…?

*Word used here is 姫君 which refers to the daughter of someone with high authority e.g. a nobleman’s daughter.

(Beloved…)

An uneasy feeling crept up to me when I noticed that the attention was on me too.

Yoshitsune: Yuno? What’s wrong?

Yuno: N-No, it’s nothing.

(He doesn't seem to notice it.)

Amidst the whispering from the townspeople, Yoshitsune-sama calmly continued moving forward on his horse.

Yuno: Is this how it’s always been?

Yoshitsune: What do you mean?

When I asked in a low voice, Yoshitsune-sama leaned in closer.

Yuno: I feel like we’re attracting a lot of attention.

Yoshitsune: Not really. Although, I think it’s natural for the people to be curious about my movements due to my position as the Supreme Commander of the army.

(No, no…!)

(Yoshitsune-sama naturally draws attention to himself by simply existing. This is nothing new to him.)

Yoshitsune: We can speed up a little if it’s bothering you.

Yuno: Whoa.

He adjusted his grip on my waist and the horse gradually picked up speed, the townspeople’s whispers trailing off behind.

Yoshitsune: Let me know if you're scared.

Yuno: No, I'm alright! Actually, the breeze feels nice…

With the breeze surrounding me, I looked around with my eyes wide open.

Yuno: Horse riding is fun.

Yoshitsune: Glad you’re enjoying it.

(My heart rate is bothering me, but perhaps it’s because I feel safe in Yoshitsune-sama’s arms…)

My skin heated up slightly as I recalled the warmth I felt on the night he protected me from the ayakashi in the garden.

The exhilarating feeling grew too much to handle, I watched the passing scenery of the town.

Yuno: At any rate, this town is really beautiful…

Yoshitsune: Hiraizumi was once known as a city of gold.

Yuno: A city of gold? That sounds kind of fancy.

Yoshitsune: It was probably due to the gold mines of Oshu.

Yoshitsune: Extravagant amounts of gold were produced, the lord’s mansion and even commoner’s houses were made of gold.

(I can’t imagine a town where everything is made of gold…)

Hiraizumi still had many buildings with beauty that rivalled that of gold.

(Wait, but…)

Yuno: I noticed a couple of houses that look as though they were burnt down.

The burnt houses appeared more obvious in contrast to the beautiful buildings around them.

Yuno: Did a fire break out…?

Yoshitsune: It wasn’t a fire.

Yoshitsune: It was Yoritomo-kou’s troops.

(... I see.)

Yuno: Hiraizumi was attacked by the Shogunate.

Yoshitsune-sama’s eyebrows turned into a slight frown at the sight of me tightly pressing my lips shut.

Yoshitsune: I didn't mean to bring that up. Pardon me.

Yuno: It’s fine… it was thoughtless of me to ask.

(It’s inevitable that I’ll one day have to fight against Yoshitsune-sama.)

Initially, I ended up on the Shogunate’s side due to my circumstances.

But now, I’ve chosen to support them on my own free will.

I told myself that time and time again.

(So… why do I feel so lost?)

(My purpose of getting closer to Yoshitsune-sama was that I hate going to war without knowing a thing.)

(Where I stood was clear in my mind.)

And yet, I now realised that feelings I was never aware of had grown deep inside of me and were starting to show.

That realisation shocked me.

(... I don't want to hurt Yoshitsune-sama.)

(I’m afraid of fighting him.)

My fear wasn't of being killed on the battlefield, but of something entirely different that bound me with invisible threads.

Yoshitsune: Yuno.

Yuno: … Yes?

(I need to act normal.)

Yuno: Sorry! I got lost in my thoughts for a moment.

Yoshitsune-sama stared at me intently as I tried to laugh it off.

Yoshitsune: Let’s get moving.

After a while of riding, we arrived at the outskirts of town.

…

(Wow…!)

The green mountain range stretched endlessly surrounded by mist.

The refreshing breeze blew down from the peaks, rustling the leaves of the lush greenery.

Yuno: I’ve never seen such a magnificent view before…!

Yoshitsune: The town isn’t the only thing beautiful about Hiraizumi, its nature is beautiful as well.

Yoshitsune: Water from snow thaw circulates through the vast plot of land, nurturing its flora and fauna.

Yuno: That’s true… this must be what “picturesque scenery” means.

I took a deep breath of the fresh air.

(I feel relieved.)

Yuno: This feels different from riding through town.

Yoshitsune: Yeah. I often go on rides like this too to clear my mind.

Yoshitsune-sama’s horse appeared content, feeling him gently stroke its neck.

Yoshitsune: Good boy.

(The horse seems very fond of Yoshitsune-sama.)

Yuno: You’re really good with horses, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yuno: When you were playing the flute the other night, birds and rabbits gathered around you… you seem to be popular with animals.

Yoshitsune: That might be a little exaggerated.

Yoshitsune-sama chuckled.

Yoshitsune: I’ve always been able to get along well with horses.

Yoshitsune: I enjoy riding faster than anyone can catch up to and seeing unfamiliar sights.

Yoshitsune: Perhaps this feeling was conveyed to them. Horses are sentient creatures.

Yuno: That’s so like you, Yoshitsune-sama.

I couldn’t help but smile at his gentle words.

(Animals being drawn to Yoshitsune-sama is likely because he has a pure heart.)

Yuno: Then do you find today’s outing unsatisfying?

Yuno: You’re riding slower than usual because I’m here, right?

Yoshitsune: — No.

While handling the reins, Yoshitsune-sama pondered for a moment.

Yoshitsune: If riding fast sharpens my senses, then what I’m feeling now is the opposite.

Yoshitsune: My chest feels warm.

(That means…)

His honest words went straight to my heart.

(Even though I don't understand the reason for this feeling.)

Yuno: — Me too.

Yoshitsune: I see.

My hesitation, short response… was received by him.

After a while, the horse gradually came to a stop.

Yoshitsune: Let’s rest a little.

Yuno: Okay.

With Yoshitsune-sama’s help, I dismounted the horse.

And then, with my hand still in his, Yoshitsune-sama looked into my face.

Yoshitsune: Feeling better?

Yuno: Eh?

Yoshitsune: I’m no smooth talker, so I don’t know the right words to comfort you.

Yoshitsune: That’s why I thought of showing you my favourite scenery.

(He noticed my unease…)

A warm feeling gradually formed in my chest.

Yuno: Thank you! I’m feeling much better now.

Yoshitsune: I see.

Yoshitsune-sama let go of my hand with a smile.

(… I’m really no match for you.)

Having touched that heart, there was no escaping the uneasy feeling.

Yuno: I apologise. It was my first time seeing a town burned down by the flames of war…

Yuno: Despite being aware of what war is like, I felt upset knowing it was the result of the Shogunate’s actions.

(Yoritomo-sama must’ve attacked the town in Hiraizumi due to his personal beliefs.)

(If I’m going to take the Shogunate’s side, I have to accept the consequences of it.)

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: If it doesn’t bother you… could you tell me more about Hiraizumi back then?

He stared into my eyes, seemingly trying to figure out my true intentions. After a brief pause, Yoshitsune-sama spoke calmly.

Yoshitsune: A long time has passed since Yoritomo-kou’s troops burnt the town to the ground.

Yoshitsune: The lives people worked hard to build up, and the lives of those who tried to fight back were lost.

Yuno: … Do you think everyone resents the Shogunate for their actions?

(The suffering of the people who had everything taken from them right before their eyes must be beyond imaginable.)

Yoshitsune: The people who have resentment and fear of the Shogunate gathered under my flag.

Yoshitsune: But… the town of Hiraizumi isn’t all negative emotions.

Yoshitsune-sama pointed at the town we came from, his sleeve fluttering in the wind.

Yoshitsune: It was a devastating sight to see after the town was ravaged, but… everyone didn’t lose hope.

Yoshitsune: They worked together to rebuild their homes, businesses resumed, and they aimed to restore the town.

Yoshitsune: As time goes by… the town will surely become much more beautiful than it ever was.

Yuno: That’s what makes the town so… wonderful.

I muttered as the realisation hit me.

Yuno: Not because of what remains of the City of Gold, but because everyone is building up their lives from the bottom and with a common goal.

(Now that I think of it, Yoshitsune-sama said earlier that…)

= Flashback Start =

Yuno: What a wonderful town…!

Yoshitsune: I agree. This town was built up by the hands of its people.

Yoshitsune: There’s only so much I can do for it.

= Flashback End =

(Yoshitsune-sama sincerely believes in the people of Hiraizumi.)

(The town of Hiraizumi is his pride.)

(The townspeople too…)

Yuno: The townspeople looked at you as though you were a deity.

Yuno: I think I learned the real reason for that today.

Yoshitsune-sama shook his head.

Yoshitsune: I’m no deity.

Yoshitsune: Once, in the face of Yoritomo-kou’s forces, I failed to protect what was important.

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama…

A silent flame flickered in Yoshitsune-sama’s eyes as he looked ahead.

Yoshitsune: However, my vassals and the people of Hiraizumi still chose to believe in me and follow me.

Yoshitsune: It’s my mission to provide them a country where they can live peacefully under the threat of no one.

Yoshitsune: — Even if I won’t be able to see it with my own eyes.

(What does he mean by that?)

Yuno: Um…

Yoshitsune: — It’s gotten a little chilly.

(Oh…)

Yoshitsune-sama removed his haori and gently draped it over my shoulders.

Yuno: Thank you…

Yoshitsune: We should head back to the mansion.

Yuno: Yes. … I hope I can come here again.

Yuno: Ah, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like I’m disappointed by the current situation… it’s just that the scenery is so beautiful, I’m a little reluctant to leave.

I scrambled to cover up my words that were spoken without consideration.

Yoshitsune: I wish I could show you more of all sorts of things too.

I took Yoshitsune-sama’s outstretched hand and climbed back onto the horse.

(I didn’t ask what he meant by those words from earlier.)

— ��Even if I won’t be able to see it with my own eyes”.

Those words became tiny thorns that lingered and pricked my heart.

…

A few days later—

On my way to Yoshitsune-sama’s room to check on his wound…

(Kurama?)

I saw Kurama eating a mandarin on the engawa.

Kurama: It’s you.

(Why a mandarin…?)

Kurama picked up another mandarin and gave me an irritating look.

(It’s better not to get involved with him… I think.)

Yuno: Hello. Well…

Kurama: Wait.

Right as I was about to walk past after greeting him, he called out to me.

Yuno: What?

I stopped reluctantly, and he offered me a mandarin.

Kurama: Peel it.

Yuno: Huh?

Kurama: I told you to peel it. Just take it.

(Whoa…)

He forcefully pushed the mandarin into my hand.

Yuno: You can do it yourself.

Kurama: Why should I, when there’s someone else standing right in front of me?

Yuno: That’s tyranny…!

(I guess there’s no other option.)

There was no refusing him, and so I was pressured to reluctantly sit down next to Kurama.

I carefully peeled the mandarin, making sure I didn't crush the flesh.

Kurama: Remove the fibre.

Yuno: Aren’t you being too demanding toward someone who’s peeling your mandarin for you?

Yuno: Fine, I’ll do it. Here.

Kurama took the mandarin and nonchalantly tossed a segment of it into his mouth.

Yuno: … Do you like mandarins?

Kurama: I don’t hate them.

(That’s kind of surprising…)

Kurama: By the way, where are you going?

Yuno: To Yoshitsune-sama.

Kurama: That reminds me, you’re treating his injury.

Kurama: Is it healed?

Yuno: It’s much better now.

Kurama: Which means your treatment will soon be no longer needed.

Yuno: That’s true…

The words that were said so matter-of-factly made my heart ache.

(We’re seeing each other every day now, but there won't be a reason for us to meet after his treatment is completed.)

(I won’t be able to talk to Yoshitsune-sama anymore…)

Contrary to my clouded expression, Kurama grinned in amusement.

Kurama: That’s a good thing. Yoshitsune turns into a softie around someone like you.

Yuno: Someone like me… a little rude, don't you think?

I retorted, a cold and mocking gaze staring down at me.

Kurama: Rude? You’re a powerless woman with nothing special about you, and that's a fact.

Kurama: For human beings, Benkei and Yoichi are strong.

Kurama: That’s why they’re allowed to serve by Yoshitsune’s side…

(Kurama must have his reasons for thinking this way, but…)

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama and I aside, I don’t think anyone has the right to decide who is or is not allowed to get closer.

Kurama narrowed his eyes sharply.

Kurama: Are you arguing with me?

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noa-de-cajou · 2 months ago

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Idalia and Zuza belong to @soupedepates and Louis (mentioned) to @corneille-but-not-the-author

______

Aïcha dumped me.

I kinda felt it coming, to be honest. As soon as she asked me to meet up after class. We sat down in our usual café, and she told me she didn’t feel like this was gonna work out, that we were probably better off as friends, the usual breakup speech.

We lasted, what, two months? A month and a half? Longer than most of my previous relationships. We’re both aiming for an history degree and we bonded on a shared project about political relationships between muslims and christians. The only arguments we’ve ever had were about which period we were going to make that damned presentation on.

I’m sort of relieved, as usual. Maybe I'm a bit of an asshole for that, but the more it went on, the more awkward it got. At least she didn’t throw a fit, she didn’t storm out. We actually hung out after agreeing to stay friends and talked about french presidents and showed each other memes and it felt nice.

But now she went home, and I feel weird for some reason. I should be glad that I didn’t get any drink thrown at me for my lack of tears or that she didn't block me, but some of the stuff she said just won't leave my head.

I take out my phone. 5pm. Milosz is still in class. I don't want to go home yet if it's just to sit in an empty living room feeling bad about myself.

He doesn't even know I was dating someone. No one knows. Mid-september to mid-november and I didn’t tell anyone. I'm not like the rest of them, I don't like talking about my dating issues. They can ramble about their relationships all they want, but I’d rather keep mine private. I don’t owe them to anyone. I’ve seen what can happen to people who are careless enough to make everyone know about it.

The screaming and the broken arm and the hospital and the tears and the

Yeah. Anyway.

I’d much rather sit and listen to Bazyli’s misadventures with Kaspar, seeing Milosz pine or Bronya being all touchy-feely with Louis.

Or maybe you're ashamed.

…

I feel worse.

I open the family group chat. Andrzej is spamming it with deepfried memes again. There’s talks about Kamil’s upcoming birthday. Tobiasz sends pictures of him with his girlfriend, it's probably the universe giving me the middle finger. But apart from that, nothing of note. Nothing for me to fix or help with.

I need to be needed somewhere. Anywhere.

There has to be somewhere I'm needed…

Suddenly I remember Milosz saying something about forgetting his sweater at Zuza’s last time he came to help rearrange furniture. Every time I need an airhead, I can always count on him.

I text Zuza to ask if I can come by to pick it up. She replies quickly, “no problem”, and the weight on my chest eases a little.

I take the bus to the apartment complex, dial the code, ring the bell. Familiar gestures, almost automatic, comforting.

The door opens.

It’s not Zuza.

It’s her girlfriend, only wearing jeans and a sports bra, she's barefoot, how, it's cold as fuck today, her ginger hair going all over the place, and a beer in hand.

“Well, if it isn’t Streetlamp.”

Wow, another joke about my height, how creative.

“I have a name, Idalia.”

“I forgot it.”

“It’s-”

“I know your name, kid. Learn how to take a joke, will ya?”

I don’t like Idalia.

I don't like how she walks around Zuza’s apartment like she owns the place. I don’t like how she lays flat on the couch with her feet hanging. I don't like how she leaves her empty cans everywhere (and not just cans of alcohol, coke, lemonade, protein shakes??). I don't like her son, but nobody does. I don’t like her attitude towards me, like I'm some brat, even though I'm an adult and she’s only seven years older than me. I don’t like how loud she is. Anyways, I don't like Idalia.

“So, watcha here for?”

“Picking up Milosz’ sweater. He forgot it.”

“Oh yeah, that. Zuza washed it. It's on the chair.”

“Thanks.”

I go and pick up the sweater. It would be too short and large on me but it’s the perfect size for Milosz. It’s old, stained, falling apart a little. At least it smells clean, blessed be Zuza.

I can feel Idalia’s stare on me and it makes me uncomfortable. It's time for a painful attempt at small talk.

“It’s weirdly quiet today. Where's Dmitry?”

“Eh, he's at Tekla’s this week. You don't know how good it feels to be able to take a piss without a mini you attached at your leg.”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

She raises an eyebrow, I groan as I fold the sweater.

“I have six brothers. The youngest is in middle school. Took care of them a bunch.”

It used to be seven.

“Ah yeah, I get that.”

I know. I know your family, my older brother went to school with yours. I know we had similar lives. Similar dads. Similar moms.

Shit, pure shit, all of it.

“I don’t have to do that anymore, thank the fucking gods!”

I grit my teeth.

Do you know how fucking lucky you are to be able to see all your brothers at any time

No you don’t, of course not

We're the exact same so why are you so fucking

Lazy

Irresponsible

Careless

You uncaring bit-

“... You good, kid?”

I let out a heavy breath. I open my backpack and try to make the sweater fit.

“Yeah.”

Idalia takes a loud sip of her beer. It makes me want to shove it in her face.

“I think I saw your brother, recently. The oldest, I mean.”

“Lucjan?”

“Yeah. Nice dude.”

Lucjan did tell me that he met her. He’s still friend with one of her brothers, I think. The Adamski and the Lupsowiec were always the problem children. Forges bonds, I guess.

He was surprised when he met Idalia again. She wasn't a girl when he knew her, apparently. He says she looks happier now.

She’s fucking loud about it

I envy her

I couldn't voice anything if I tried

I don't know how to tell anyone what I want

Even less what I am

“You're doing that face again. What’s wrong, Streetlamp? Got dumped or something?”

I freeze. She blinks, goes back into sitting position.

“Wait, for real?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“How come Zuza didn’t know? She knows everything about the dating shit in your little crew.”

“I didn’t tell her.”

Precisely because she repeats everything to you.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. It just didn’t work out. She said we were better off as friends and I think she’s right.”

That's not the only thing she said.

“You know, Simowiet, maybe you should do a little… self-reflection, or something. About yourself, I mean.”

I don't know what she means by that. I know I'm unlucky when it comes to dating. I've come to terms with it. It’s fine.

Maybe you just can’t love anyone properly.

I zip up my backpack. Idalia looks confused.

“Hold up, “she”?”

“Yeah, she. Her name’s Aïcha. Is there a problem?”

“No, but uh, I thought that you…”

“That I what?”

“Well… You know.”

No. I don’t know. That’s what irks me. That, and her eyes full of insinuations that I don't understand. She shrugs.

“Welp. Maybe you should stop trying to date girls.”

…

That's the most unsollicited piece of advice I've ever received and I live with Milosz.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” I reply dryly, “But I don't think you're the person to tell me that.”

“Why? It’s serious between Zuza and me!”

I know.

I just can't figure out why.

You're mean

Violent

Childish

Needy

No better than both our fathers

And yet Zuza’s still with you and I don’t get it because I'm not like you I'm nothing like you I'm nothing like him and yet it's working out

Why is it working out for you

and

never

for

Even though you’re a shitty person

…

Maybe

I'm

shittier

“Hey, it’s hard, I get it. You can sit down and talk if you wanna.”

“I don't want to talk to you of all people.”

… I said it out loud. She's looking at me. Her face twists into a snarl.

“Oh yeah? Why not, kid ?”

Don’t you dare

Call me that

In that tone

You're not my parent

You can’t even raise one kid right

“Because you're a fucking-”

Failure

And yet

The door opens. Zuza is looking at us with a raised eyebrow. Idalia doesn't let her talk.

“Zuza, tell your kid that yelling at me ain’t gonna fix his life.”

My cheeks are burning. Zuza looks even more confused.

“Did you yell at her, Simowiet? Did she provoke you?”

Idalia looks outraged at the suggestion.

“No I didn’t!”

I take a sharp inhale, bite the inside of my cheek.

Keep your cool

Everything is fine

You're fine.

“I’m just tired. Sorry, Idalia.”

Apologizing to her makes me want to puke, especially with how smug she looks. Zuza isn’t reading the room at all, which is probably for the better.

“Alright. Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

“No, I was just leaving.”

I don't want your fucking pity

“Thanks for washing the sweater, and I'm sorry Milosz keeps forgetting stuff here.”

“It’s no problem. I’d rather have that than Bazya stealing my stuff, you know.”

“Right.”

Because Bazyli is the only thing that keeps this whole arrangement together at this point

Maybe even our friend group

We’re always the leeches

I’ve always been the leech.

The thoughts are getting meaner. I need to leave.

“I really should go.”

“Sure, I won’t keep you. You're always welcome here, Simowiet, you know that?”

As if.

“Thanks. Bye, Zuza, Idalia.”

“See ya, Streetlamp! My offer still stands~”

I close the door like it’s the lid of my fucking coffin. It’s fine. I’m fine.

I take the way home, a notification rings in my pocket, you're needed, it's a text from Milosz.

“Hey, I'm on the way back from uni, is it okay if I bring Louis over? 🥺”

Louis. Just Louis? Not Bronya or Bazyli? That's unusual. I start to type a reply.

“Want me to leave you two alone?”

No. That's gonna make him uncomfortable.

“Why not bring the whole gang while you’re at it?”

No. Scratch that. I don't want an answer to that.

“I got dumped I'm not in the mood for guests”

… He’s just gonna be worried if I say that. He doesn't have to know.

“If you only need me to be your fucking housewife you could just say so”

What the fuck. No. That's Milosz. He’s my friend. My best friend. Why am I being so mean?

I hear Idalia’s laugh, “yelling at me ain't gonna fix your life”, how ironic coming from her.

“I don’t know. I was just hoping I could get some quiet tonight. Or talk to you. I had a rough day”

… Rough day. I just got dumped, it's not the end of the world.

Stop being so fucking whiny, Simowiet, get it together.

I stare at the text. I start typing again, slowly.

“Sure, no problem.”

And sent. Maybe the period at the end was a little too dry? Oh, fuck it, what’s done is done. The reply arrives quickly anyway.

“Yay! I’ll make dinner for us then! Thanks Sim you're the best 💖”

I smile. A little. He's adorable as always. And his cooking is good.

And you’re a hypocrite.

I put the phone back in my pocket and start walking again. Towards home, I guess. My home that doesn’t feel much like mine anymore.

Aïcha’s face comes back to my mind. Her hand resting gently on mine. Compassionate.

"Maybe you should do some self-reflection, Simowiet. About yourself, I mean."

And

"I’m worried about you, you know."

There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.

It’s just not my day.

#noa writes stuff #modern au #lysara #simowiet content hellooo #for once idalia isn't really the problem #Aïcha and Idalia saw Simowiet and they both went 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓#he's completely unaware he's gay your honor #it's drama #they all need therapy especially him

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jeonstellate · 1 year ago

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see you in my 19th life thoughts

◈彡 i don’t normally do this kind of thing, nor do i watch a lot of kdrama during my downtime, but i got a lot of feelings and they're too long to be kept in the tags.

◈彡 includes spoilers for both the drama and the webtoon!

i'll try to keep this as short as possible, so i'll just focus on the main things i'm freaked out abt

but basically my thoughts are boiled down to these:

(1) i must say, i'm still not a fan of their choice to have that consequence thing

mostly because it catalyzed the other major changes they made to the source material's storyline

(2) it's fcked up that they made juwon reincarnate as a blood relative of her kller, like???

(3) i’m still quite disappointed that they didn’t make doyun be her sister in her first life as he was in the webtoon T_T

after the storybook & amusement park reveal, that was the other reveal i was really looking forward to see acted out — especially his role in stopping her reincarnation with old memories

even if, i admit, that arc is a bit anticlimactic

(4) i'm relieved & also thankful that they decided to keep chowon & doyun's love story as it was despite the slowburn k-wording me lol

with the amount of changes they made to the important aspects of the storyline, i'm glad they barely touched/didn't touch the second couple's story

(5) truth be told the drama & the webtoon have separate charms for me —

the original made it a strong point that jieum chose to stay with seoha without any other strings except for her 18th life

but the drama emphasized that their connection goes all the way back to her first life

those two are utterly different things but they're both heartwarming & sweet — and frankly the fluff both ways work for me

(6) i appreciate the ending they went with even though it completely diverged from the original since the finale made me cry like five times

sure, the webtoon had seoha mirror jieum's decision to stay and not reincarnate with old memories

but the drama had seoha mirror how their relationship in jieum's 19th life took off [!!]

again, with their own appeals

(7) the drama used a lot of its creative freedom & changed a lot of major details but it also made me cry multiple times throughout its short run with all the angst so

bottomline: i like it [especially since i'm a self-proclaimed angst enjoyer *insert dancer emoji here*]

#third nebula #see you in my 19th life #syim19l spoilers (drama & webtoon)

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myinternetaddictworld · 1 year ago

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I adored Painkillers and Teddy Bears; thank you for writing it!! Perhaps a follow up where Peter relieves his partner’s cramps with more creative, hands-on means… ;) thanks!!

Hi!! thank you so much for reading!! Sorry this has taken so long, school has been kicking my behind 😭 hope you enjoy<3

CW: mentions of period/blood!, fluff, and peter being a great boyfriend lol

boyfriend peter! x afab reader

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You awoke to the slight smell of blueberries coming from your kitchen. You groaned as you rolled over to check the time.

“11:29” the clock read.

“Shit,” you mumble, sitting up. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and make your way to the bathroom. Your current apartment was being remodeled and Peter was more than happy to let you stay at his in the meantime. He actually suggested it.

You made your way to the toilet for your morning pee when you realized your stomach hurt a bit. You pulled your panties down to reveal your monthly visitor. A week early to be exact. You roll your eyes and begin looking for something to use. Peter had supplied the bathroom with anything he thought you might use while staying with him, including your favorite brand of tampons.

You yawn, cleaning yourself and washing your hands. You complete the rest of your morning routine and make your way downstairs.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Peter said looking up at you. You smiled at the nickname he gave you.

“Good morning, baby.” you smile. You walk over, placing your arms around his waist.

“Want some pancakes?” he says turning off the stove top.

You giggle at the thought of how domestic Peter’s been since you’ve been staying with him. You nod, watching him plate pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs for you.

“Stop watching me and go take a seat,” he laughs.

“Let me serve you,” he finishes, in a half joking voice.

You laugh and do as he says. He places the plate on the table alongside a bottle of maple syrup and a cup of orange juice.

“Bone apple titty, baby.” he says leaning over and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, Pete.” you say.

You take a bite, instantly melting. May taught Peter well. He loved cooking for you but rarely got the chance so he was ecstatic to have you with him for longer than a night.

“Mmm, Peter.” you moan.

“It’s good?” he questions, sitting across the table from you.

“Better than good, babe. Oh my god.” you mumble, chewing.

“Glad you like it,” he laughs, taking a bite himself.

The two of you continue to enjoy your breakfast and talk about all the events that unfolded the night before. You and Peter had bar hopped the night before. Luckily you weren’t super hungover but your period didn’t help.

Soon the two or you had finished your breakfast and made your way over to the couch to cuddle.

As the two of you scroll through your feeds you feel a slight cramp coming on. You wince, knowing it’s only about to get worse.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Peter asked slightly concerned

“My stomach hurts a little. To be honest, my period started this morning,” you whined.

Peter’s hands began to smooth circles over your stomach to help alleviate some of the pain.

“Let me know if they get worse,” he said pulling you closer. You nodded.

You both decide to put on a show you two had been watching. Before you knew it, the shooting sharp pain forms in your lower abdomen again.

“Baby,” you whisper tapping his arm slightly

“Hm?” he hums, slightly nodding off.

“They’re starting again,” you said.

“C’mere.” He says softly pulling to sit up.

“Let’s sit on the floor real quick,” he says shifting off the couch. You have no idea what he’s suggesting but you follow his lead joining him on the rug.

“Let’s do some stretching, baby,” he says.

You laugh at his sudden urge to stretch.

“What—I read that yoga can help with cramps.” he says laughing.

“I’m serious, baby. I did my research.” he says proudly.

Your smile looking at the man in front you.

“Okay,” you say.

“Show me whatcha got,” you smile.

Peter explains a few poses he saved to his phone.

“For this one, you can use a pillow to support your back for more comfort.” he says showing you the bridge pose.

He talks you through the first four poses, doing them alongside you.

“Not gonna lie Pete, my uterus actually does feel a little better,” you say laughing, sitting in a butterfly pose.

“See! I told you so,” he laughed.

“I’m happy they’re helping tough? Seriously.” he said reaching for your thigh.

A slight shade a blush tints your cheeks. You quickly place a kiss on his check.

“You’re the best yoga instructor ever,” you giggle into his ear.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” he says with a wide smile.

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clovariia · 2 years ago

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here’s my 2022 art summary! thank you for all the support, everyone! happy new year! 🥳♥

i’ll self-indulgently ramble about my thoughts on the year under the cut!

so..........2022. i feel like i have more thoughts about the year than i usually do. i’m not even sure where to start with this because there’s just so many!!! a lot of personal things happened this year, but that included some really good ones. i think 2022 might’ve been the best year ever for me, which is super awesome!!!!!!

i started the year by FINALLY doing something about my mental health issues. i finally got things diagnosed, got counseling, and got meds. this was the best choice i’ve ever made. it totally transformed my life and made me an entirely new person...or maybe, it finally made me able to show the person who’s been buried under the layers of depression and anxiety all this time. if you’re considering doing something similar with your own life next year, DO IT!!! it’s so important to get the help you need!!!

in may, i impulsively decided to start sharing my art and writing online again. i guess it wasn’t THAT impulsive, because it’s something i’ve fantasized about doing for a very long time...but actually DOING IT felt impossible for so long. for more context, i had an art account on instagram back in middle school/early high school. it never went very far and even though i had some good experiences from it, it ended up making me feel insecure too. i wasn’t in a position where i could comfortably share my stuff yet. ever since i stopped posting on there, i’ve barely shared the stuff i make with anyone — even most of my friends had hardly seen any of my art or writing before. making these new art accounts on twitter and tumblr was a huge step for me.

one of the main issues i’ve been lectured for a lot in counseling is that i consistently and stubbornly refuse to let myself share my opinions, thoughts, and interests. i tend to hide everything i care about into a little box in my mind, like i’m trying to protect it from the outside world and any potential judgment. it’s probably due to a mixture of neurodivergency and anxiety. i still bury my thoughts a lot, but these art accounts were a MASSIVE step forward for me. i finally started sharing something i consider to be very vulnerable — my interest in cartoons — with other people again. i didn’t even talk to my friends about it before i made these accounts. i just silently lurked in fandoms, wishing i could reach out to these people who were like me, but i never let myself until this year.

the owl house episode king’s tide airing was a big turning point for me. it was shortly after i made my art accounts, and it really made something SHIFT in my mind. i got filled with so much creative inspiration and i managed to WRITE something again! “a rainy night” was my first toh fic and the first cartoon fic i actually let myself finish. sharing it was terrifying and thrilling, and it marked a new beginning for me. people ENJOYED what i was making for this interest i’ve been hiding for so long! people SUPPORTED my self-indulgence! it was so exciting and such a relief. for the people who have been around since the early stages of my account: thank you for the support. half my motivation to keep writing comes from how kind everyone has been about my work.

i got really fixated on hexsquad thanks to king’s tide (although that was brewing in my head even before they all interacted as a group of five in canon, tbh) and they gave me the most creative energy i’ve had in years. i went from having both writer’s block and art block to writing AND drawing on a basically daily basis, and that makes me SO HAPPY!!! having writer’s block since around 2019 was horrible, and i’m so relieved to finally be free of it again. it’s so nice to do stuff with my biggest passion again. i missed writing SO MUCH. it’s helped me process some personal issues a lot, and i’m really glad that i have that outlet for my feelings again.

besides my own personal projects, i helped mod four seasons: a huntlow zine! i also contributed art and a fic. i got involved in this project in may, shortly before i made my art accounts. i applied to be the beta reader mod SUPER impulsively and made my first connections in the toh fandom through it. later on, i eventually became an organizer mod and helped out with the social media too. i could say SO MUCH about the huntlow zine. i’ve wanted to be a part of zines for so many years, it’s always been a major goal, so i’m really proud of myself for finally doing that year! i’m so grateful that the other mods took a chance on my total nobody self and let me join the mod team. the huntlow zine was one of the main things that defined my 2022, and i hold it very close to my heart for being the thing that got me to start sharing my work again. i met so many incredibly kind and talented people through it, and even some members of the toh crew saw the zine when it came out!!! going from hiding all my interests for years to having the crew of the series i love so much support my work was SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!!! truly a highlight of the year!!!

besides the huntlow zine, i was also a part of the hexes and o’s zine! i contributed a fic and a doodle. it got completed before the huntlow zine did, so it was the first time i got to see my work in a zine. the day i got sent the finished zine pdf and got to see my writing in such beautiful fancy formatting, alongside everyone else’s pretty pieces, was another highlight of the year. it kind of made me think, “oh man...i finally made it” HAHA!!! i finally accomplished my goal of being in a zine!! it was such a wonderful experience and the entire mod team was so supportive and sweet. i’m so grateful that i got to be a part of it.

for other fandom-related projects from 2022, i got accepted to the toh grimoire zine! i’ve been working on my fic for it and i’m super excited to see how this project turns out! it’s such an honor!

as for stuff that didn’t require applications, i participated in the amphibia tribute zine! it’s not publicly released yet, but the wip version is beautiful! i’m excited to share my piece for it eventually! i also contributed art to the toh tarot card collab on twitter with a bunch of my mutuals, which was really fun too! thank you for the patience throughout the physical health issues i had this autumn! i also wrote a fic for the hexes and o’s secret santa event! it was so much fun to participate in a fandom secret santa for the first time! i definitely want to do more of them in the future!

some other misc things i want to mention from this year include:

i made four animatics and finally shared the ones i made in 2021 too! i hope to complete more in 2023!

i completed a fic with multiple chapters for the first time in SO MANY YEARS...thank you for the support on willow’s summer scrapbook! hopefully i can do more stuff like this in 2023!

i wrote a oneshot for each day of huntlow week!!! i’m so proud of myself for managing to do that!!!!! i’ve never completed an entire ship week before!

besides huntlow week, i also wrote a fic for gustholomule week, drew something for raeda week, and drew something for lumity’s anniversary...so you can count that as my contribution to lumity week, i guess. ship weeks are so much fun, hopefully i can participate in more of them next year!

i also want to share my current ao3 statistics from 2021, 2022, and overall.

it’s really interesting to compare all of these. these numbers aren’t entirely accurate because there’s stuff i haven’t posted/never finished, but it’s a good enough indication of my progress with writing this year. i wrote over 100k words!!!!!!!!! THAT’S SO INSANE!!! I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THAT!!! my past self would’ve never imagined this!!! i wonder what these numbers will look like by the end of 2023?

for 2023...my main hope is to just keep this momentum from 2022 going. i have some personal goals too (and some personal accomplishments i didn’t mention in this post) but my art/writing resolutions for 2023 are:

finish making my hexsquad solo animatics

start my big multichapter post-canon au toh fic after the show ends (i’ve already been working on planning that a bit)

write more multichapter fics in general

get better at replying to ao3 comments quickly...oops

write more stuff for my non-toh fandoms, especially amphibia!!!

get better at procreate (i still only use it for doodling...oh yeah, buying myself an ipad and procreate was another highlight of 2022!)

do at least one piece of colored digital art a month

write more consistently...develop better habits with that. i’m hoping to prioritize writing more than art in 2023, but we’ll see what happens.

maybe start doing more with this tumblr blog (posting meta analysis stuff, maybe?) and my new art instagram? i only made my art instagram as a backup to follow my mutuals in case twitter died (since that site has been such a mess recently) but i feel like i could find a use for it if i tried.

i’ve already rambled for long enough and i doubt anyone read this far, but if you did, thank you so much for all the support this year!!! it’s been such a huge year for me and i’m so proud of myself for the progress i’ve made in my personal life and with my hobbies!!! it wouldn’t have been possible without all the kindness people have shown me this year!

i guess the only proper way to end this post is to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! see you in 2023!!! 💕💕💕

#my art #art summary #2022 art summary #misc

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ancadunavete · 1 year ago

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I’ve had a different reaction to this “down time”. It’s been an opportunity. To stop moving so quickly. I’m deeply grateful for it. I feel like I’ve been done a favour. This is a correction many of us have been seeking. We were never going to slow down, get gentle, get back to cooking, move less, live with less, need less, stop the constant “what’s next” cycle, miss out etc on our own. We’ve suddenly been given The Biggest Permission Slip Ever. Plus, we’ve been spared the FOMO, guilt, shame etc that comes with any kind of slowing down, doing less etc. I’m personally feeling relieved to have the world and all the commitments I signed myself up for and got caught up in back off. And so I can feel myself unfurling, expanding, getting gentle again. It leads to creative impulse in me. The quieter I get the more clear my energy is. In this "quiet" space I can make decisions faster, write more insightfully, practice deeper patience for myself, and even stick to my daily habits with greater diligence. FOMO is decision-making noise. It puts the behaviours of others as our primary decision-making datapoint. Given no one was really doing anything that I could participate in, I was given the rare opportunity to make a decision in my own vacuum. And I'm SO glad I did.

�� Sarah Wilson

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finnectip · 2 years ago

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Sadly, my last blog post. We just had the presentations a couple of days ago and it was really interesting to see what each group had done.

As we were setting up our project at the exhibition spot we saw a couple of the projects already done and they were really cool. Setting ours up was also fun since this was the end result of all our work, it was pretty relieving and made us all a little proud.

Afterwards we worked on the presentation and once again gave each-other tasks and asked for help if we needed it. The presentation went really well and I feel like my team members really explained everything amazingly and clearly which I’m sure was reflected to the audience as well. Everybody seemed pretty interested and didn’t lose focus which was reassuring to see. We used the time really well to explain our artefact to the best of our ability.

Overall, I think the group work went amazingly and couldn’t of gone better. We had such good communication and not one of us didn’t reply or ignored the group chat so we all were kept in the loop and if something needed to get done we were always on it. I think our group worked really well because we were all pretty creative people, so we fit together well and that reflected massively in the result of our project.

As a team we also shared responsibility with the team roles as well, sometimes I took on a more managing role if people were missing and vice versa so that was good to see and made me really confident in my team.

Our time management was great, we had a slot once a week where we’d meet up and even discuss things before the lecture on the Wednesday so we met up really consistently despite each-others different schedules and timetables.

At the start we did struggle with our different timetables though so we didn’t manage to start the work as soon as we’d of liked but it still went well.

I thanked me team a lot after the presentation because it really was fun working with them on this project and I’d be glad to work with them if given the opportunity in the future as well. Everyone was really friendly and that helped us gather as a team much more I found.

As this is my last blog post, thanks for reading! :)

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cowboycakes · 4 years ago

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Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

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Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

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Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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ceciliablossoms · 3 years ago

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Hello! Could I get some more injuried Zhongli content? I simply think there’s not enough in the world lol

Take your own beautiful creative liberty with it, and I hope you have fun writing it! Drink water, eat food, and look at funny cat videos to cheer you up when you feel sad! Ily (/p)!!

yes of course!

you too! i hope you're doing okay anon

TW: Mentions of injury, blood

Having a shield as strong as his own, it was incredibly difficult to harm him. The stele that arose out of the ground kept enemies away, and the jade that swirled around him forming his protective barrier, defended him from their blows.

However, stone too, shall crack beneath the weight of the elements. And as his shield shattered around him, he felt the vague familiarity of blades piercing his skin.

He stepped back and struck with his polearm, his hand moving to cover his injury. The warm dampness of his blood began to soak through the fabric of his gloves as he applied pressure. As he dispatched the enemies that broke his shield and wounded him, his companion slew their own foes.

As he stared at where the defeated had once been standing, he pondered. 'When?' He thought. 'When had I too began to crumble?'

They approached him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, urging him to let them see his injury. He removed his coat for them so they could easier access his wound. As they assessed the damage, he continued to ponder.

Oh how far he'd fallen. Though he supposed he need not worry about strength any longer as he had retired from his place among the Seven. He couldn't help but feel strange about it.

He had been so wrapped up in his musings, that he had lacked to notice they had healed him with use of their vision.

"Zhongli?" They stared up at him with curious eyes, brow furrowed in worry.

"Yes, my dear?" He shifted his gaze to meet their eyes. The looked visibly relieved when he responded.

"Are you alright? It wasn't that deep of a gash. It did bleed a lot though. Do you feel light headed or dizzy at all?"

"I do not. Thank you for healing me." He gave a small smile at they as they returned his coat to him.

"I'm glad, but we should probably take you to see Baizhu just in case. You startled me a bit."

"Ah. I apologise for worrying you."

They shook their head as he put his coat back on and grabbed his hand. Leading him back towards the harbour, they noticed the dampness of his gloves. With a frown, they glanced at him from their periphery.

"Getting injured is normal when you go out and about like this. There's nothing to worry about." The motioned down to his hands, "I'll wash the blood from your clothing and mend the tears this evening."

He smiled at them again, relieved at their reassurance. They had always been so kind to him. He stopped them short of the entrance to Bubu Pharmacy, bringing their hand to his lips, kissing their knuckles, and uttering a small 'thank you'.

They returned his smile, a loving gaze in their eyes. As they led him inside they greeted Baizhu and placed a kiss on Zhongli's cheek

"I'll wait outside."

As they stepped out Baizhu gave him a teasing glance over the frame of his glasses, "They're quite the keeper, hm?"

"Indeed, they are."

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Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 3

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Yoshitsune: Your own life was in danger, but you still went ahead and treated an enemy soldier.

Yoshitsune: Just like when you saved and protected Tamamo.

Yoshitsune-sama lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

Yoshitsune: … Not everyone can do that.

(That’s…)

Yoshitsune: It’s about time I leave. I’ve stayed here for too long.

Yoshitsune-sama muttered and approached the soldier—

He lifted the soldier up effortlessly, with unexpected physical strength I couldn't tell he had from his slender body.

Yoshitsune: … Yuno. I don’t wish to ever see you on the battlefield again.

Yuno: I… I can’t promise you that.

I muttered in a small voice, as I felt that I had to be truthful till the very end.

Yoshitsune: — I see.

Yoshitsune-sama left without looking back.

Left alone in the quiet hut, I placed my hand over my chest.

(I was hoping so hard that our soldiers would come for me, and yet…)

(Now I’m feeling glad that our soldiers didn't meet Yoshitsune.)

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama…

(I’ve heard about military commanders that leave their wounded soldiers behind.)

(The more wounded soldiers there are, the heavier the burden is on the other soldiers because they’ll be at a disadvantage.)

Even so, Yoshitsune-sama chose to stay with his soldier and even thanked me for saving him, although I was his enemy.

(He’s a man who sticks to his principles, regardless of who his enemy is.)

…

Four and a half hours later—

I returned to the base camp with Morinaga-san who came to pick me up.

Morinaga: I’m sorry for leaving you alone during your first battle.

Morinaga: What's more, you even met Yoshitsune-sama… I let you end up in a dangerous situation.

Yuno: Please don’t apologise. As you can see, I’m unharmed!

(Morinaga-san is very concerned about me, I shouldn't cause him even more worry.)

I responded in a cheerful manner to prove that I was completely unharmed, and Morinaga-san gave me a wry smile.

Morinaga: Thanks.

Morinaga: After I separated from you, I received intel from Kagetoki that Yoshitsune-sama had joined the battle.

Morinaga: I immediately rushed to your location, and I didn't expect to find you hiding alone. It genuinely shocked me.

Morinaga: I’m really glad you’re safe.

(Morinaga-san is such a warm person.)

I smiled back at him, and asked about something that had been weighing on my mind.

Yuno: The soldiers who were escorting me… are they safe?

Morinaga: I heard that none of them were hurt. The supply unit is unharmed as well, and the battle situation is back to normal.

(Thank goodness…!)

Morinaga: Reinforcements from the Shogunate have been deployed in place of my troops, let’s withdraw.

Yuno: Understood.

I felt relieved to finally be able to leave the battlefield.

(But I can’t relax until everything is over.)

(Because there’s no knowing when or where we might encounter our enemy.)

That was one thing I learnt in the last few hours.

Morinaga: Well then, let's get going.

Yuno: Alright!

I rode with Morinaga-san on the back on his horse, and we left the base camp.

…

After riding for a while, we reached a higher ground.

Morinaga: We’ll be passing over the battlefield.

Morinaga: It might be a little terrifying, but bear with it for a while. The enemy’s arrows won't be able to reach us.

Yuno: Understood.

I nervously kept myself lowered while on the back of the galloping horse.

I could hear the ear piercing sounds of swords clashing and smell the air that reeked of the metallic smell of blood, and when I looked down—

(Yoshitsune-sama!?)

Yoshitsune: Those who want to die— come at me!

Yoshitsune-sama skillfully controlled his horse while cutting down his enemies one after another with elegant swordsmanship.

(Ggh…)

Soldier 1: Damn it, he’s so strong…!

Soldier 2: We can’t do this alone! Let’s all attack him at once!

Yoshitsune: That won't change a thing.

Yoshitsune: Try me.

Soldiers: CHAAAARRRGGGEEE!

Yoshitsune: — Too slow.

(Wha…!)

Yoshitsune-sama thrust his sword into the chest of an incoming soldier.

(He’s so fast…)

Immediately after, a sword was swung at him from behind.

Soldier 2: An opening!

Yoshitsune: I don't think so.

Yoshitsune-sama dodged the incoming attack with swift movements.

Without stopping to catch his breath for even a split second, he deflected the attack with his sword.

Soldier 2: Guh…

Yoshitsune: I’m not going to play with you all for very long. … Get ready.

(Huh?)

Yoshitsune-sama rushed towards a group of soldiers—

Yoshitsune: …

Soldier 3: Guwah!

Soldier 4: Urgh…

He jumped into the fray and swiftly cut down every soldier in his path.

(What… the…)

(If anything goes wrong, he’ll get hurt or even lose his life…)

And yet, Yoshitsune-sama bravely faced his enemies head-on, he wasn't afraid of getting hurt.

(It’s hard to believe that this is the same man I talked to earlier…)

Morinaga: That’s how Yoshitsune-sama fights.

I heard Morinaga-san’s voice while I stared speechlessly at the battlefield.

Yuno: The people fighting him… will they be alright?

(With how things are going, we’ll be completely defeated, right…?)

Morinaga: I did give them a plan to counter his attacks.

Morinaga-san’s facial expression clouded over, but he remained calm as he observed the battle situation.

Morinaga: Look, do you see how as we speak, a separate unit has got into their positions and are ready for a flanking attack?

Yuno: Ah…

I looked in the direction Morinaga-san pointed to,

A group of allied soldiers rushed in to aid the struggling soldiers, closing in behind Yoshitsune-sama.

(... It’s too intense, I lost track of what's happening…)

Morinaga: If they can take our enemy down, that'll be less trouble for us.

Yuno: … You mean the fighting isn’t over yet?

Yuno: I think we have an advantage in terms of numbers…

Morinaga-san pursed his lips and shook his head.

Morinaga: Unfortunately, based on my past experiences and intuition, that’s not going to happen.

Yuno: I see…

I quietly kept my complicated emotions in my heart.

(We didn't say much to each other, but— I don't think Yoshitsune-sama is a bad person.)

(But that doesn't change the fact that he’s a terrifying enemy.)

I had mixed feelings about what Morinaga-san said about Yoshitsune-sama not being defeated in today’s battle. I didn't know whether I was relieved or disappointed.

Yuno: Seriously… Yoshitsune-sama is strong even without using his demonic powers.

(The real Yoshitsune-sama is much stronger than I had imagined based on what I’ve been told about him…)

Morinaga: Moreover, his battle tactics are frighteningly precise.

Morinaga: In this battle, they saw a brief moment of weakness in our formation and took advantage of it to launch a fierce surprise attack with mind blowing speed.

Morinaga: His sharp judgement skills and incredible speed make him a formidable opponent.

Yuno: … He’s just like everyone described him to be.

(I can’t think of any strategies to fight against someone that powerful.)

Morinaga: It seems that the soldiers are kept in the dark about Yoshitsune-sama’s demonic powers because it would damage their morale if they knew, but…

Morinaga: Should there be a need for his powers, he won’t hesitate to use it on the battlefield. That's the kind of man Yoshitsune-sama is.

Yuno: *gulp*...

(The Yoshitsune-sama who cherishes his retainers, or the Yoshitsune-sama who fights ruthlessly in battle… which one is the real him?)

No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't come to a conclusion.

…

After that, we arrived in Kamakura at dawn the next day.

I took some time to rest before going to meet Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: — The Shogunate’s full-scale involvement in the battle resulted in a peace agreement.

(I see, thank goodness…!)

Yuno: May I ask, what happened to Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoritomo: We immediately went after him the moment we received the report, but we failed to capture him.

Yoritomo: It’s possible that when the battle was settling down, he took the opportunity to flee.

Yuno: Is that so…

(Morinaga-san’s prediction turned out to be right.)

Yoritomo: Yuno.

Yuno: Yes?

Yoritomo: I’ll listen to whatever complaints you have. Speak.

Yuno: Complaints?

The unexpected words took me by surprise.

Yoritomo: What’s with that look? Am I wrong?

Yoritomo: You were left alone on the battlefield and ran into Yoshitsune, you were in an extremely dangerous position.

Yoritomo: I thought that you might have asked to speak to me because you had complaints.

(That’s what he thought!?)

Yuno: T-That’s not the case!

Yuno: I mean, at the beginning, I did think it was too sudden of a decision to toss me straight onto the battlefield…

Yuno: But it made me think about many things.

Yoritomo: Oh?

Yoritomo-sama looked at me, seemingly interested to hear about what those thoughts were.

(I’m a little nervous about telling Yoritomo-sama my personal opinions…)

I met his gaze while recounting my encounter with Yoshitsune-sama.

Yuno: This battle… it made me realise how naive I am.

The question Yoshitsune-sama asked me in the mountains in that moonlit hut still remained in my mind.

– Flashback Start –

Yoshitsune: … You said that it’s no different from murder if you ignore a dying person.

Yoshitsune: Would you condemn the samurai doing all that killing around you?

Yuno: That’s not what I meant…!

Yoshitsune: You’re saying no, and yet you said it yourself earlier that you don’t want to kill anyone.

Yuno: I…

Yoshitsune: Moreover, as long as we’re enemies, there will be a day where we will meet on the battlefield.

Yoshitsune: Has it never crossed your mind that the man you just saved will be one who kills your allies?

– Flashback End –

Yuno: That’s what Yoshitsune-sama said to me on the battlefield.

Yuno: My beliefs and my act of saving my enemy’s soldiers were considered to be a result of my naivety.

Yuno: … Back then, I wasn't able to respond.

Yuno: I kept trying to avoid facing the reality that the people whose lives I saved would one day take another life.

Yoritomo: …

Yoritomo: I’ve heard about the situation from Morinaga. That mindset is indeed full of naivety and so sickeningly sweet that it gives me heartburn.

(I knew he’d think that way…)

Yoritomo: However.

Yoritomo-sama took a deep breath and continued.

Yoritomo: You’re not a warrior.

Yoritomo: You’re only an ordinary town girl who has never held a sword in your life. It’s unfair and wrong to have you weigh the life and deaths of other people on the battlefield.

Yuno: But…

Yuno: Whatever the reasons may be, I chose to stay and be a part of the Shogunate on my own free will.

Yuno: That’s why… I want to take war more seriously.

(I hate feeling afraid without understanding anything.)

Yoritomo: I see. That’s a very admirable way of thinking you have.

Resting his cheek on his hand, Yoritomo-sama gave a sarcastic chuckle.

Yoritomo: So, you didn’t come all the way here just to make that declaration, right?

Yuno: Yes. Can I start by having tasks assigned to me so I can help out around the castle?

Yuno: The first thing I want to do is to understand the Shogunate that those soldiers risking their lives on the battlefield believe in.

Yuno: And I can be of assistance should there be a need for an apothecary…

Yuno: Please let me know if there’s absolutely anything I can help you with, even if it’s just a simple routine task!

I waited nervously for his response.

Yoritomo: … Good grief. Instead of complaining, you’re stepping up instead.

Yoritomo: Fine. I’ll work you to the bone, so don’t you come crying to me after.

(Success!)

Yuno: That’s what I’m hoping for!

I gave Yoritomo-sama a firm nod.

Yoritomo: In that case, how about I offer you a slightly better reward?

Yuno: Huh? But I’m already given a place to stay here, and I don't intend to receive any payment…

Yoritomo: I said I’m going to pay you, so accept it without complaining.

Yuno: But…

(Is it really appropriate for me to accept…?)

Yoritomo-sama appeared exasperated as he saw me lost in thought.

Yoritomo: If I’m sending an ordinary woman onto the battlefield, I want to guarantee her safety from the very beginning.

Yoritomo: However, as you can tell from the last battle, there's no such thing as guaranteed safety.

Yoritomo: I’m sure you’re very well aware of that.

(That’s…)

I recalled the sharp and penetrating gaze from Yoshitsune-sama.

And… the sight of him wielding his sword, cutting down multiple soldiers on the battlefield.

Those memories made me shudder.

Yoritomo: Even so, the Shogunate has decided to continue involving you in the war.

Yoritomo: Since you mentioned that you’re voluntarily working together with us, it’s to be expected of us to treat you better than before.

Yuno: You have a point, but…

Yoritomo: Is it surprising?

Yuno: … Yes. I thought you would be more of a tyrant.

(In a way… Yoritomo-sama’s a very fair person.)

Yuno: … In that case, I humbly accept your reward.

Yuno: Thank you very much, Yoritomo-sama!

(Alright! I’ll work extra hard to make sure I’m deserving of the reward.)

Yoritomo: That’s what I like to hear.

Yoritomo: — You are one strange woman.

(Strange…)

Yuno: Now that I think about it, Yoshitsune-sama called me a strange woman too.

(They said similar things, even though they hate each other.)

(Is that a brotherhood thing?)

They had entirely different personalities, but were similar in some ways.

Yoritomo: Yoshitsune, huh…

Yoritomo-sama folded his arms and furrowed his well-shaped eyebrows.

Yoritomo: I heard that guy let you go without harming you.

Yuno: Yes. I thought he was going to kill me, and yet…

Yuno: … He said “my men’s lives are as important to me as my own. You saved one of them.”.

Yoritomo: He hasn’t changed one bit.

Yoritomo: He looks unbothered, but he carries a lot of unnecessary emotions.

(That kind of resonates with me…)

Yuno: Because you’re his brother… you must know Yoshitsune-sama very well, right?

Yoritomo: Not really.

Yoritomo: We’re considered brothers, but we’re actually only half brothers. We were raised in different places, eating different things.

Yuno: Really? When did the two of you meet each other for the first time…?

Yoritomo: When I started a war against the Taira Clan.

Yoritomo: Yoshitsune joined the war with a small number of troops.

Yoritomo: For the sake of a brother whom he had never met.

(Back then, Yoritomo-sama wasn’t the Seiitaishogun yet.)

(Joining the war with a small force meant putting his life at risk…)

Yuno: Then… why did Yoshitsune-sama choose to join you?

Yoritomo: — I don’t know.

Despite his words, there was a rarely seen wry smile on his face.

Yoritomo: Well, he undoubtedly made the battle much easier.

Yuno: Yoritomo-sama, you’re…

Yoritomo: What?

Yuno: N-Nothing…

(Perhaps… Yoritomo-sama doesn't actually hate Yoshitsune-sama.)

I thought that way, but hesitated to say it till the end.

Instead, I asked him another question.

Yuno: … Yoritomo-sama, if you were in Yoshitsune-sama’s position during the last battle, would you have killed me?

Yoritomo: Ha… who do you think you’re talking to?

Even though he was smiling, I felt the temperature of the air around him plummet.

Yoritomo: I’m a man who tried to kill my biological brother.

At that moment, I felt something click in my head…

(Oh…)

– Flashback Start –

Yoshitsune: Contradictions exist in everyone.

Yoshitsune: There is only one person I know who can completely ignore it.

– Flashback End –

(Could it be…)

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spencersawkward · 4 years ago

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omg i’m so glad u have a tumblr!! ur literally my fav mgg fic author ❤️ i’m a hoe for that man can u do sleeping together for the first time with like an age gap or something spicy lmao

hi omg thank you 😊 that literally means the world to me! also thank you for requesting one of my fave things to write haha i love first-time-having-sex-together tropes. happy reading!

summary: reader is an artist who needs some inspiration, preferably from her new boyfriend.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, age gap, creampie, a little breeding kink, oral (male receiving), kind of Dom!Matthew vibes, dirty talk, praise kink with a hint of degradation as well (not super prominent).

word count: 4.4k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

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I straighten up and bend backward a bit to relieve the pressure on my spine. my hair is falling out of the knot on my head and I push a stray piece behind my ear, placing the wooden paintbrush between my teeth. aside from the warm, mellifluous tones pouring from the speakers, the apartment is silent.

I've hit a creative wall, it seems. every time I've tried to paint this week, I find myself standing above a stretched canvas with nothing but a frown and crossed arms. even little details feel wrong to add; the empty space is taunting me. it doesn't help that my thoughts have been flooded with memories and fantasies of Matthew. we've been on a couple dates now, sweet outings that leave me fluttery inside. I remember the words he says, the shape of his smile and the curve of his jaw, like they've been been in my mind forever. he's elusive, however, and hasn't initiated anything sexual with me. I think he's afraid of coming on too strong. there's a considerable age gap between us, but I don't care. I want him all the time-- whenever I'm at work, or trying to paint, all I can think of is how good it would feel to have those strong, veined hands on me.

christ.

before I can lose my courage, I text him. if anything can inspire me, it's his presence. likely, he's at work and won't be able to respond or come over, but it's worth a shot.

I'm just sliding my phone into my back pocket when the response comes in. a smile spreads over my face; he'll be over in half an hour. in the meantime, I'll sweep the background with shades that remind me of him: rich, emerald greens, honeyed tones that reminisce of his eyes. he'll pop against any backdrop.

I'm bent furiously over my work when he tells me he's arrived, and my heart thuds in my chest. even after hanging out several times, the butterflies are as alive as ever. they flood my stomach while I buzz him into the building.

"hi." he greets me when I open the door, curls messy. he must have just come from work.

"hi, Matthew." I smile up at him. his gaze travels over my face, my body, taking in my appearance for a moment.

"you look lovely." he says it genuinely, despite the fact that I'm literally wearing a paint t-shirt under a pair of rummaged overalls. I forgot to fix my hair, too.

"thanks." I blush, about to turn away when he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. it's the first time he's said hello that way, and part of me flushes with the knowledge that he's attracted to me right now.

"now," he looks around my apartment as I step back to let him in. "what can I help you with?"

"I have a small favor to ask." I spin the paintbrush between my index and third fingers, reaching out to take his wrist and pull him towards the couch.

"anything," he replies, then sees my setup. "is this your studio?"

"slash living room." I chuckle. Matthew sits on the soft cushions before staring up at me. I don't miss his pupils dilating as they travel over the shape of my body. instead of allowing myself get distracted, I gesture to the wet paint on my canvas. "I need you to model for me."

"like, be your muse?" he beams at the notion, incredibly pleased with himself. I like this about Matthew; although he can be self-deprecating and doesn't take himself too seriously, he appreciates my admiration.

"oh, hush." I giggle. he laughs, reclining on the couch now that he knows why I invited him over.

"how do you want me to pose, Picasso?"

"well, let me re-orient myself." I hold up a hand, grab the abandoned easel, and try to get everything set up. he never takes his eyes off me.

"why were you painting on the floor?" he asks, slightly amused. I jerk my head toward him, narrow my eyes.

"it's my process."

"no judgement." he holds up his hands in surrender. I place the canvas carefully on the easel so that he can't see my work, then gather up my paints, palette, and brushes. there's a moment of pure silence when I frown as I glance between his face and the chasm of space awaiting its representation.

"you look tired." I observe. he lets out a sound that resembles a laugh.

"I am."

"how long did you sleep last night?" I ask as I start painting, focusing on the shape and planes of his face. if I don't get the composition exactly correct, I'll have to throw the whole thing out.

"three hours." he says this like it's normal. my eyebrows shoot up.

"three hours? why?"

"I had to work on lines." he shrugs.

"don't move." I order. he suppresses a grin.

"my sincerest apologies."

"uh huh," I dip my brush into a pale skin shade that I've mixed to match his pigment. "you need to get more sleep."

we continue on like this for a while, making light conversation while I get down the basics of my portrait. I can't handle anything that requires more than a fraction of my attention while doing this, and he seems to appreciate my concentration.

that said, it's beyond difficult to focus when he stares at me like every movement is magical, something he wants to memorize. I feel pliable under his watch, a little bit like a doll. he could bend me every which way, ask me to do anything, and I would give in. and who could blame me?

my thoughts slip into darkened territories, and the hue of my cheeks must do the same, because he gets this mischievous smile on his face that I can't ignore.

"what are you thinking about?" he asks softly.

"hm?" I turn to him. "oh, nothing."

"really?" his brows lift in that intimidating, delightfully entertained way that sets my skin on fire.

"I..." I trail off, wondering if I should give into the chaos in my mind. the thoughts that slash through my psyche whenever I see the width of his shoulders, the fit of his shirt. "I should have asked you to pose nude."

Matthew blushes-- actually blushes-- when I say this, his head dropping momentarily as a grin takes over his features. when he lifts his gaze to mine again, there's a different look in his eyes.

"yeah?"

"mhmm." no taking it back now. "I think that would be too distracting, though."

"how so?" the corner of his mouth tugs up.

"you know why." I avert my attention, only once flitting back to him. his tongue darts out over his lips and he holds contact.

"say it." he dares me. the tone of it, slightly dominant, makes my stomach flip. quietly, I swallow the lump in my throat.

"I have trouble keeping my hands to myself."

we stare at each other, words finding and dying on tongues in the silence.

at this point, my painting has been somewhat abandoned. brushstrokes sit unaccompanied by actual structure, except for the general godly shape of his face, and I'm clenching the utensil between my fingers as if to channel the sexual tension elsewhere.

"is that right?" he notes my absolute stillness and stands up, walking toward me in a relaxed, confident gait. all I can do is look up at him when he stands before me. the top button of his shirt is undone, and I can see the smooth skin beneath, each of the other buttons awaiting my fingertips.

"yes." the word is messy. he runs his index finger over the shell of my ear, bends down, whispers so low that the phrase almost gets lost in the air.

"me too."

he plants a gentle kiss on my jaw, hand reaching tentatively to rest on my waist. I can feel the caution in his actions, the worry he has about pressuring me. I'm cognizant of every breath he takes, especially the hitch when I give into myself and kiss him.

his mouth is warm and soft. the tension twists and knots between our bodies, roiling in the empty space as we resist the energy still. but I don't want to resist. I know that I want this, and he seems to want it just as much.

"Matthew." I pull away, his teeth tugging gently on my bottom lip.

"what is it?" his eyes, dark, search mine. my pulse quickens beneath my skin.

"I want to be with you."

"you are with me." he chuckles lightly, glancing at my features. the full circles of my eyes, the bloom of pink spreading over my cheekbones.

"no," I shake my head. "I mean... I want to be with you."

"you want to have sex?" he asks, clarifying. I nod eagerly, though he frowns a bit. "are you sure?"

"do you not want to?" I try to keep the disappointment out of my face. maybe I misread the situation. the most we've done is make out on his couch and once in an Uber on the way back from our first date. but there's a sweet, burning sensation whenever I see him, something I want to dive into. I want him; I've wanted him since the moment we met.

"of course I want to," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. relief loosens my chest. "I just don't want you to regret anything."

"I couldn't ever regret this." my eyes travel over his frame, over the little scar beneath his chin. he angles my face up to examine my features. there's a smirk on his face.

"then what are we waiting for?" his hands move to encircle my waist, tugging me to him like I'm something long-awaited, like he needs my weight against his. our lips meet again, my head tilting as we kiss deeply, my fingers twining in his soft hair. I'm standing on my tiptoes as I do it, and one of his hands reaches down to squeeze my ass. he grunts as my pelvis moves against the quickly-forming hard-on in his pants. I can feel it against my stomach as he ruts against me just slightly. I smirk.

"sit on the couch again." I whisper when I pull away. he's holding my face with one hand, staring into my eyes with the kind of dominance that tells me he knows exactly what to do. but I appreciate that he follows my request, pulling my hips toward him as he backs up and sinks onto the cushions. he sits, awaiting my next move. when I sink onto my knees and settle between his legs, he bites hard on his lip. I don't move at first, willing to draw out this beautiful moment when he's watching with undivided attention.

"what are you doing down there, sweetheart?" he feigns innocence when I give him my doe eyes. I run slender fingers over the erection in his pants, his quickened breath an indicator of just how needy he secretly is. I revel in it.

my free hand wraps around his upper thigh, digging my nails in slightly. he's so gorgeous, and the tension of his muscles beneath me is enough to break my resistance. I start to palm him through the fabric, torturing slowly while he runs fingers through my hair and tries not to buck up against my touch. I finally get around to undoing the button on his pants. he waits impatiently. I tug them down his legs, lingering on the waistband of his boxers. when they come down as well, another kind of knot forms in my tummy. he's perfect.

"oh my god." he throws his head back when his dick hits his stomach, the pleasure of releasing it its own sensation.

"hm?" I wonder aloud, wrapping my hand around the base and starting to slowly pump him. he raises his head to look at me.

"you're just... doing so well." he breathes. I grin at how easily I've got him; I was worried about being too shy or him being more experienced, but he's greedy for me. I love the power I have right now.

I surprise him by flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock, dragging it up over the throbbing vein and pausing at the top. I let him stare at me with my mouth hovering over him, the head resting on the tip of my tongue. he moans when I begin to kitten lick the precum that leaks out, grip tightening in my hair as it comes out of the ponytail I made earlier. the veins in his arm clench as I sink slowly onto him. my cheeks hollow. his jaw drops open, dewy skin catching the light, as I start to suck on him.

"fuck..." he trails off. I begin to bob up and down, doing tricks with my tongue and swirling around the head, savoring every single second. his desperate touch, the way he bucks his hips up involuntarily when I try to take him to the hilt, all of it causes me to moan. vibrations draw out sinful noises from him as well, those heavenly sounds that he litters with my name. my hands rest on his thighs at first, then move up to rest on the warm, taut skin of his abdomen. I crave every centimeter of his skin, his contact, especially when I can feel the rushed rise and fall of his panting. I give him full use of my throat, sliding over him and moaning with every tug of my hair. he mutters profanities, praises me, struggles to keep his eyes open just to see me peek up at him from beneath my lashes. his expression tells me he's got plans for me.

"if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum, baby." he groans, smoothly tugging me off of him. there's a slight popping sound and I settle onto my knees, staring up at him. the smile on my face is unmistakable. I love that I can do this to him. I grip his legs and pull myself up into his lap, drawing myself across him just before his erection, glancing down at it. his hands rub over the tops of my thighs, tracing over the curve of my hips and resting on my ass. I start to roll my body down, my lips finding his throat as I suck and bite. my tongue licks over his Adam's apple and he shudders, drawing me closer so that my stomach brushes his cock.

"stop teasing." he starts to undo the straps of my overalls, chuckling a bit to himself as they fall easily. I blush.

"pretty sexy." I joke. Matthew suddenly grabs my chin, holds me in place so that I look him dead in the eyes.

"you're perfect." he smiles admiringly, then toys with the hem of my t-shirt. I reach down, pull it off and toss it somewhere in the room. I'm not wearing a bra, and Matthew slides his hands up my waist, ribcage, pausing just below my tits. when I grab his fingers and place them over me, his dick twitches.

"excited?" I smirk. his fingertips seem to have a mind of their own as they begin to toy with my nipples, the pad of his thumbs teasing me. I sigh, chest pushing out towards him desperately. he holds my body like he's worried I'll crumble, but also in a way that connotes a deep longing. something spilling over.

"can I take you to the bedroom?" he asks me breathlessly, one of his hands leaving my chest to stroke his own cock. the sight makes me groan helplessly while I grip his shoulders and grind against his lap. he picks up the pace for himself. "I can't wait any longer."

I nod eagerly, gasping when he stops touching himself to pull up his pants, hoist me up into his arms, and stand, carrying me with surprising ease down the hallway of my apartment. I point him to the correct room and he laughs when we get inside.

"you're messy." he laughs, although I'm not sure if he means the scattered papers around my bedroom or the whine that issues from my throat as I reach for his clothed dick while I'm pressed to him. it's sitting against my navel and I want to see his undone expressions.

I ignore the playful comment; he lays me down gingerly on the bed, straightening up to gaze at my figure before I push the rest of the overalls down my legs and cast them off. he lets out a giggle as I pout at the work I have to put into getting naked.

"stop laughing..." I blush, smiling. but I'm giggling too. he grazes the inside of my thigh, unable to keep from touching me while I discard my panties.

"I'm sorry." he laughs in a way that shows he isn't sorry at all, but the soft kiss he plants on my lips tells me it's all endearing to him. I wrinkle my nose slightly. for the first time being naked around him, I feel surprisingly comfortable. he watches me with a quiet adoration, like I've spun sugar and gold between my fingers. unable to contain myself anymore, I grab fistfuls of his shirt and undo the rest of the buttons. every second that his skin isn't against mine is a new kind of torture. it comes off easily and then the pants come off, too, until we're just staring at each other.

"do you still wanna do this?" he speaks carefully with me. I don't know where to look-- at his perfect chest, stomach, the purplish bruises already forming across his throat, or his enraptured face. it's almost overwhelming, and the waves of desire crash over me, hindering my words.

"yes," I nod. "yes, yes, yes." the word keeps falling from my lips even as he crawls on top of me, burying his nose into my collarbone and kissing feverishly. one hand supports his arm beside my head while the other reaches down to part my legs. I sigh at the cool air that's interrupted by his dick rubbing over my folds. he starts to grind down, drawing out every second of foreplay while I try to catch my breath. my eyes tilt to the ceiling, fluttering shut. I bask in every sensation. his warmth, his weight, all of it presses down.

"do we need a condom?" he asks softly, his cock throbbing against my center.

"birth control." I shake my head. he nods against my skin, allows me to tangle my fingers in his curls. "I'm clean."

"me too." I reply. he grabs my hip and yanks it towards him, pulling his chest away to straighten while he lines himself up at my entrance. he's concentrating on the place where our bodies meet, eyes full of lust when they peek up at mine.

"tell me if you need me to stop." he says softly.

"okay." I can't think of anything else. every cell of my existence is consumed with thoughts of impatience, and when he slides into me, my thighs tense and my mouth drops open.

"Matthew... oh my god." my voice is more like a mewl, in shock as my walls squeeze around him like they're trying to reject the sudden pressure between my legs. his jaw clenches, sinking into me until he reaches about halfway.

he lets out a surprising groan, leans down to kiss my shoulder as he finds a sweet spot. our chests are pressed together and, judging by the way he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts my torso to his, he likes the feeling.

we stay there a moment, him trying not to hurt me. but then I lift my pelvis up, trying to take more, and he inhales sharply.

"do something," I beg him quietly. "please."

I feel his lips curl into a smile and he pulls his face up to see my expressions. his hips push forward, my body sliding up the bed with the force. he watches my eyes roll back, my ribcage expand, my face overcome by pleasure. his gaze is unrelenting with lips slightly parted as he begins to thrust in and out of me.

I'm already a panting, moaning mess beneath him. he touches his nose to mine, swallowing each other's breaths while he moves.

"is this how you want it, baby?" he smirks, getting lost in his own lust. I nod and he gently turns my face to his. "tell me what you want."

"more." I sigh, hips again raising to meet the thrusts that are growing more forceful each time. my nails drag up his back, the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair and tugging at the ends. he sinks his teeth into my neck lightly and moans. I wrap my legs around his torso.

"such a pretty girl..." he growls in my ear. his grip on the sheets tightens when I clench myself around him, drawing him impossibly closer to my core. I can't help the helpless moans spilling out of me. I'm insatiable right now, scratching at his shoulders until I'm sure I'll leave red marks. he groans lasciviously at the clawing, ramming into me with an unrelenting voracity.

"oh my god," I yelp, back arching as he hits my g-spot. "right there, Matthew." my pleas fall on receptive ears: he holds me tighter to his chest and pounds into me.

"you like getting fucked by older men?" he whispers dirty things in my ear and I nod quickly, hardly able to speak through the ungodly sounds escaping my mouth. I cling to him and he lets me, treating every limb like it belongs to him.

"yes-- fuck, yes." I moan, almost sliding out of his grip from how hard he goes.

"you can take it," he breathes out, fingertips digging into my ribs while he holds me up. he's leaving marks that won't go away for a while, remnants of the full power of his desire. I want more, writhing and using my limited mobility to grind against him. he chuckles darkly over my skin. "look at you."

"Matthew, I'm gonna--" I gasp when he slams into me particularly hard. "I'm gonna cum."

"good." he shudders slightly, that attitude showing again. he reaches his hand up a moment to run through my hair. "cum on me, princess."

my lips part and I try to gulp down air, but it's impossible with the way he's holding my attention. the thing about Matthew is that he's so sweet and gentle that whenever he looks at me like I'm a plaything, it shocks my insides. they turn to jelly, eager to please and quick to satisfy. he switches so easily with me, and he doesn't even need to request my submission. I give it more than willingly.

"fuck me..." I pant out, feeling my pussy start to clench over and over around him. my orgasm fuzzies the edges of my vision, creeping up my spine until it's arched. "oh fuck-- Matthew!" I practically scream while my frame gives out. I'm shuddering, crying out at the absolute euphoria wracking my body.

"scream my name, baby." he groans, his own orgasms approaching quickly. the fluttering of my cunt around him is causing the vein in his forehead to throb. he rocks into me, the headboard knocking into the wall while he nears the edge. "such a good girl for me."

I nod and meet his thrusts with my hips while I ride out my orgasm, inadvertently finding myself wound up again. the pleasure of his fingers when they reach between our bodies to rub my clit causes me to buck into him, whining mercifully while he gets me off again.

"oh--" he sucks in a breath when I squeeze, keeping him here with me. "you feel so good."

he starts to lose control, hips juddering to get as deep as he can get.

"can I fill you up, baby?"

"yes." I reply immediately. he smiles a little, lifting me up more so that he can hold me under my ass while he pounds into me so deeply, I can feel his dick brushing my cervix.

"oh my god," he moans, the sound desperate as I feel him twitch and spill inside of me. he keeps pushing as though to keep his cum within me, panting over my skin. "such a tight little cunt."

the circles on my clit, combined with the sinful things he continues to say, cause me to whimper and climax all over again. I moan his name, absorbed in the warmth of his seed in my stomach.

"you want more?" he slows his thrusts but pleasures me through my orgasm while I nod helplessly.

"I'll cum in you again tonight." he promises, taking my shaking, weak form as a sign to withdraw. both of us wince at the sensitivity until he lays me back down on the bed so gently, it makes me question if what we just did was real.

neither of us speaks for a moment, trying to regain our composure as he rolls down onto the mattress beside me. I stare up at the ceiling, feeling him drip between my thighs.

"that was..." he turns his head to gauge my reaction. I don't even bother to hide the satisfied grin on my face.

"amazing."

"yeah?" he rolls over onto his side and places one large hand on my stomach. his touch makes me bloom.

"mhmm." I hum. his face is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, a beautiful sight that makes me want to kiss him all over again. I didn't know it was possible to feel this way for someone so quickly.

"can I get you anything?" he smiles. I don't say anything at first, only reach out to cup his face in my hands and pull him to me for a chaste peck.

"no, thank you." I rub my nose with his. "I'm gonna take a shower and make something to eat if you want to join me."

"definitely." he examines my features once more as if to assess damage. but there's only pure joy painted across my face. "are you sure I didn't go too hard on you?"

"you can go harder tonight." I tease.

"what about your painting?" he suddenly recalls the project lying in the living room.

"rain check." I shrug. he laughs, wraps an arm around my waist.

"alright, then."

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They’re Your Ideal Type ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

“So, what was your ideal type?” Jin asked as the two of you sat and reminisced about the early days of your relationship.

You stared innocently across at him, “you really want to hear about it?”

“Of course,” he grinned, “I’ll tell you what my ideal type was if you tell me yours.”

“Honestly,” you sniggered, unable to bring yourself to look at him, “my ideal type was pretty much you. I wanted someone who laughed to laugh, didn’t take themselves to seriously, tall, a good cook, it’s like someone was looking down on me the day I bet you.”

Both of your cheeks turned a dark shade of red as Jin bit down on his lip to stop himself from teasing. “So, I’ve always been perfect in your eyes?”

“Well, I never said that” you joked, covering your cheeks with your hands. “But you were pretty close to perfection when I met you, and now that we’ve spent all these years together. Yeah, I’d say you’re the perfect one for me.”

“I always knew I’d be perfect for someone someday.”

Yoongi:

“What sort of guy are you looking for?” The guy across from you asked, taking a sip from his glass of wine with his eyes on you.

Instantly, you felt your cheeks burn up, “you’ll think I’m an idiot.”

“I won’t,” he assured you, “I’m always interested in what you saw in me that you like.”

“A lot,” you nervously informed him, watching his smile grow. “When I read through your profile on the dating app, there were a lot of things about you that I quite liked. We just seemed to have a lot in common, and physically you’re definitely my kind of guy.”

Your date couldn’t hide his own embarrassment as you sat and boosted his ego. “I’m glad that I could tick so many boxes for you.”

“They’re not easy boxes to fill,” you chuckled, shying away from him. “I’m quite fussy about who I date, I’ve had many dates where they’ve just not been what I thought. But something with you just feels different, I really like it.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, because so do I.”

Hoseok:

“Did you always fancy our Hobi?” You heard his aunt ask you from across the table, taking you slightly by surprise.

Your eyes looked across to Hobi, “of course. He’s my type, for sure.”

“What type is that?” She pushed, beginning to make you uncomfortable.

“He’s funny,” you began, despite Hobi letting you know that you didn’t have to answer. “He makes me laugh, which is the most important thing that makes a guy my type. He’s also incredibly handsome, and super sweet, that’s why he’s my type.”

Hobi’s eyes fell away from you as his cheeks reddened in front of his family. “I only ask because we only want the best for our Hobi.”

“I’ll always give him my best,” you assured her, trying hard to disguise your annoyance. “You don’t have to worry about me hurting him or anything, I’ve waited a long time to find my perfect match, but I think I’ve found it in him.”

“And I’ve definitely found mine in Y/N too.”

Namjoon:

“What do you actually see in Namjoon?” Jungkook teased as you sat to dinner, “he’s definitely punching dating you Y/N.”

Your head shook in response, “I’m definitely the one who is punching here.”

“How?” Jimin laughed in disbelief, “what can someone even find so good in Namjoon.”

“How long do you have?” You quizzed, resting your hand over Namjoon’s. “He’s got an incredibly smart brain, he’s tall, creative, three of the most important things I look for in any guy. That’s the good that I find in Namjoon, and there’s a lot more too.”

Namjoon proudly smiled as you managed to silence the rest of the group. “It’s really so obvious how single and jealous you all are.”

“I’m sure you’ll be the ideal type for someone,” you told them all, looking around the group. “Namjoon will probably sit and wonder what a girl may see in you too. But this one is my type, even if he might not be for the rest of you.”

“He’s very lucky to have someone like you Y/N.”

Jimin:

“Did you always have an eye on me?” Jimin asked, intertwining his hand with yours as you began to settle down to sleep.

Your head nodded gently, “the minute I saw you, you had my full attention.”

“Out of all of them guys?” He asked, “but the club was so busy that night. It’s impossible.”

“I’m being serious,” you answered, curling up into his chest. “I took one look at you and that smile of yours and I knew you were the one. You were just my ideal type, you stood out to me more then anyone else did in the club that night, by far.”

His smile grew, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I thought I’d just spilt my drink or something because you stared at me so much.”

“It was because I liked you,” you laughed, hiding your face in his neck, “I still like you a lot. That’s probably why I knew when I looked at you that I’d have to go over and say hi. I wasn’t going to let someone like you go anywhere.”

“I’m pretty relieved that you didn’t either too.”

Taehyung:

“You’re seriously telling me after all these years, I’ve always been your ideal type?” Taehyung blushed from across the table.

Your head nodded immediately, “it’s not a lie, even in school I fancied you.”

“But I’ve changed so much,” he protested, “has there really never been a point where that stopped?”

“Just because you make a few changes doesn’t stop you from being my ideal type,” you reminded him, “it doesn’t change your personality or your basic looks. Eleven-year-old me fancied you, just as much as I do nowadays too.”

His head shook, feeling his cheeks flush. “I just always imagined that there would be a point where you thought I wasn’t your type.”

“That’s never been the case,” you quickly assured him, “dying your hair or changing up your style doesn’t alter the person that you are, you’re still the Taehyung I fell in love with at school, that will never change.”

“I guess if you love each other, nothing will change that.”

Jungkook:

“Don’t you think tall, dark and handsome is such a stereotype?” Jungkook asked you as you continued to watch the main character in the film.

Your head turned back to look at him, “it’s quite a common type. Why, do you?”

“That’s what your type was, wasn’t it?” He laughed, noticing how defensive you got.

“There’s a reason I’m with you,” you blushed, feeling his arms snake around your waist. “There’s just something about men that have those features that I can’t explain. I bet there’s plenty of girls that would have you written down as their ideal type.”

Jungkook couldn’t hide his smile as you continued to talk. “I never really imagined myself as your ideal type, I didn’t think that was a thing.”

“Neither did I, until I met you,” you responded, feeling his lips rest against your forehead. “It was only when I met you, that I realised I do have a type. You’re tall, dark haired, and you just so happen to be very handsome too.”

“That’s something you can tell me again and again.”

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