#also i have my final goals from that notes post ready!

[mindbrokengirl]

.....hi.. im back finally 😔 winter vacation flowed directly into school and work time and now i finally have some breathing room. if you messaged me im so sorry i'll be answering those soon

[captainreecejames]

Down Bad || My Ex is a Footballer OP81 Edition

links [masterlist][my ex series masterlist]

summary it's time you date someone actually your age

pairings ex!andy robertson x reader, oscar piastri x reader

warnings not a good relationship with robertson, cursing

notes guys I'm not a liverpool fan so this was hard for me [kidding]. this took so long because I had trouble getting the dynamic right also I got a new job and working two places has not been easy but I gotta make money in this world.

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ynusername it's race week again yay!!! But I can't be with my boyfriend booooo

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username1 girl drop him!!!

username2 no boooo actually yayyy!!!

username3 shame she can't be with andy for the start of the season ↳ username4 girl be serious, season started almost a month ago and she was at every home game ↳ username5 yn is a diehard liverpool fan don't worry she was supporting her man

andyrobertson94 gonna miss you babe! ↳ ynusername miss you more!

alo_oficial excited !! 🩷

username6 yn I mean this in the nicest way possible, he's too old for you and he's not good

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ynusername 22 season recap! Thank you so much to Alpine for bringing me into the world of f1 and introducing me to some amazing people, I will always be grateful for the chance you took on me and have love in my heart for you! Now on to being at anfield 24/7 to support my man!!!

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username11 ahhhhh oscar!! I' m fine everything is fine

oscarpiastri have a good break yn! ↳ ynusername you too ossie!

username12 ossie??! i'm screaming i love it already. alpine why did you have to break up my bestfriends that i didn't know were best friends?

estebanocon gonna miss having you around yn! ↳ ynusername oh estie! i'll see you around don't worry.

username13 why the fuck is Andy not commenting? ↳ username14 cause he's a little bitch 👍🏼 ↳ username13 oop

alpinef1team we love you yn! ↳ ynusername gonna miss you babe

username15 damn Andy finally got what he wanted and won't even congratulate her on doing this job ↳ username16 I'm new here, what did Andy want? ↳ username15 he has publicly wanted yn to not work and basically be a housewife, also he's like almost 10 years older than her so it's like weird he wants her to be a kept woman

liverpoolfc we're ready for you! ♥️ by ynusername

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ynusername first half of the season done with my boss featuring ossie when he sees me sneak into the mclaren garage

oscarpiastri that's literally a lie I don't look like that when you come in ↳ ynusername then why do I have a picture of you looking like that??? ↳ landonorris gonna back him up on this one he does NOT look like this when he sees you ↳ username21 WHAT DO YOU KNW LANDO AHARE WITH THE CLASS

username22 guys not to be dramatic but there's been no Liverpool mention in months, I think she broke up with andy ↳ username23 DONR GET ME EXCITED

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ynusername sad that the season is over but happy I get a short break from being a full time Alonso Wrangler and part time student. Also lance is sad he hasn't been in a season photo dump so here have this

carmenmmundt 🩶🩶

lance_stroll wtf? ↳ ynusername 🫶🏼 ↳ lance_stroll I sent that to mari ↳ ynusername and she sent it to me ↳ mariloublg_ and I'd do it again ↳ lance_stroll DONT GANG UP ON ME

username34 TWO(2) OSCAR PICTURES? we're winning oscaryn truthers ↳ username35 we need him in the first picture now, no swiping is the next goal

username36 wait, yn are you in classes right now? ↳ ynusername I'm taking 2 classes right now remotely for my masters! ↳ username36 OMG you go girl! ↳ ynusername thanks babe

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oscarpiastri delete this

landonorris HAHAHAH

alo_oficial working on getting her to realize

landonorris they are both so dumb

mclaren get a picture together

landonorris you got it boss 🫡

username36 IT'S YN RIGHT! TELL ME IT'S YN LN

ynusername posted march 2024

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ynusername and we're back!!! Starting off with some helmet swaps and getting papa stroll a debut on the page

landonorris damn papa stroll gets a pic before me?? ↳ lance_stroll it took me a year to get a debut and even then it was a shit one so shut up ↳ georgerussell63 haha you guys suck ↳ ynusername it's cause Carmen bribed me ↳ lance_stroll and mari didn't? ↳ ynusername she did, that picture is what she wanted ↳ landonorris so what youre saying is I need a gf to bribe you ↳ oscarpiastri damn guess youre never getting your debut on this page ↳ landonorris and how the fuck did you get here???

username41 where's that girl that wanted oscar on the first slide? ↳ username35 RIGHT HERE AND I'M THRIVING

lance_stroll also landonorris that's mr. stroll to you ↳ landonorris okay...

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ynusername oscar i don't have the words to describe how proud i am of you right now but just know that I always believed in you and always will

username51 ughhhh, when will it be my turn

username52 OSCAR WIN SO YN POSTS JUST OSCAR YES

username53 username35 aRE YOU OKAY GIRL? ↳ username35 NO I'M NOT

username35 JUST OSCAR IN EVERY PIC??? AND HE'S CLEARLY LOOKING AT YN? IS THIS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT?

username54 the way oscar was looking for her >>>

alo_oficial congratulations oscar! ↳ oscarpiastri thank you nando

oscarpiastri thank you yn, you're support means everything to me

username55 no offense but I was kinda expecting more from you here ↳ username35 you want her to confess her undying love for oscar here on a social media post? you want her to do it on the internet instead of just to him privately so you can consume media and be in the presence of a relationship that you clearly have no respect for nor no need to be apart of because they don't know you?? that's what you want? be fucking for real ♥️ by mariloublg_ ↳ username55 first of all you also have a parasocial relationship with them, second of all, it's not weird for me to want her to express more about this when his team was shit to him ↳ username35 i can be excited about her posting him and still fucking respect their privacy. they don't need to post anything for us and it is a PRIVILEDGE that we get to see this. if you make it weird for them and ruin their PRIVATE relationship because you personally think she should be more vocal on social media then maybe you need to do some reflection on how you interact with people

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ynusername summer break is over, now I go back to being a student

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landonorris yay i can have my osc back ↳ ynusername uhhh... no, you can borrow MY ossie ↳ landonorris agree to disagree ↳ oscarpiastri don't I get a say in this? ↳ ynusername depends ↳ oscarpiastri well i pick you yn ↳ ynusername then yes you get a say

lance_stroll it's about damn time ↳ estebanocon SAYS YOU ↳ alo_oficial none of you have spent as much time with her as I have! I'm the only one that get's to complain ↳ ynusername I was not that bad ↳ alo_oficial yes you were ↳ estebanocon yes you were ↳ lance_stroll yes you were ↳ pierregasly yes you were

oscarpiastri haha babe you have a crush on me? ↳ charles_leclerc you were just as bad ↳ landonorris what he said ↳ oscarpistri damn okay

username35 ahhhh!!! congrats yn and oscar ↳ ynusername thank you! and we both appreciate you being so supportive

username63 see everyone, it pays to be a decent human being! ^^

[sweetdispatch]

We are toxic - J. Hughes

Purple Chemistry | Previous Chapter

summary: Two games between Rangers and Devils but with two different endings between you and Jack

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, cum play, swear words

words: 2.4k

note: sorry for the wait but some things were out of my control but this was sitting my drafts so i want to finally post it, again sorry for the wait! one last chapter left for the story

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After Jack came back from Nashville, a small part of you hoped that he'd show up at your doors to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you but this never happened. You wished he would come for sex at least but he didn’t do it. You were a little bit sad but you repeated to yourself that you’re just friends and he doesn't owe you this. 

A week later, it was another New York Rangers - New Jersey Devils game. Without games between these two teams, you felt like your relationship with Jack is getting better but you were also aware that they have three more games to play. After their second game of the season, Rangers won 5:1. Jack was the only one to score the goal for Devils. 

As you thought, Jack showed up in your place to take his anger out of you. Fact, that you're a Rangers girl turned him because even if he lost on the ice, he could dominate you in bed. You were at his mercy and you enjoyed it as much as he did. When you opened the door, he hadn’t said a word. He immediately pulled you into a kiss. 

You melted when Jack was kissing you so passionately. While you two were making out in the corridor of your apartment, you took off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. In a quick move, he got rid of your shirt and bra. His kisses were going lower on your neck and boobs. Your hands were pulling his hair at the pleasure. 

Jack turned you around and pushed your bare chest to the wall. He kneeled and took off your sweatpants and underwear. Later, he started unzipping his pants when you pushed your ass more towards him. He gave you a spank and grabbed his dick into his hand. He reached into his wallet for a condom and slowly entered you. 

You moaned at the feeling of his dick stretching your pussy and Jack covered your mouth with his hand.

“You don’t want your neighbors to hear how dirty girl you’re letting me fuck you next to the door” He whispered into your ear and that was the first thing he said to you today. You shook your head, unable to answer him. 

When Jack felt that you’re ready, he started thrusting into you roughly with his hand still on your mouth. The pleasure was taking over your body. You were a mess under him and let him take his anger on you. He took your hair to the side and started kissing and biting your shoulder. 

With his second hand, Jack started circulating your clit. You rolled your eyes at the feeling. You missed this side of him when he’s using you however he wants. You threw your head with pleasure and he started placing kisses on your exposed neck. You placed your hand on the wall to stabilise your shaking body. 

Jack was still pounding into you. You were moaning into his hand and he smiled to himself hearing you so helpless under his touch. It felt so good and your orgasm hit you hard. He was still thrusting into you to help you get rid of your orgasm and get his own release. With a final push, he growled and cum. 

You leaned on his chest and Jack quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. He let you stay like that for a couple more seconds. When you felt that you’re back in your strength, you pushed out of him. He took out his dick out of you and followed you into a shower. Both of you stood under the water helping each other to clean. 

After 20 minutes, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for yourself and Jack. He politely thanked you and followed your moves. You went into the closet and pulled out clothes. You had plenty of his shirts and sweatpants so you gave him. To your surprise, he stayed with you and laid next to you in bed.

Jack started talking to you about the game and you were listening to his every word. Although, you didn’t care much how it looked from his perspective, you wanted to be there for him. He was describing everything with details and all you could do was to nod to his every word. When he was done with his monologue, you joked but it turned out into another argument.

“Good that Devils have you because otherwise Shesterkin would have a shutout” It was an innocent sentence but he got worked up when he heard it. 

“Are you serious? I’m telling you about the game and all you care about is the fact that Rangers didn’t have a shutout?” He couldn’t believe your words.

“That’s not what I said, I meant…” You couldn’t finish your thought because he interrupted you.

“I’m telling you what’s been laying on my heart after the game and you pulled out the Rangers bullshit. I get it that you’re happy but a little empathy would be nice” He said with sass in his voice.

“You’re putting words that I didn’t say in my mouth” You fought back.

“But you thought about it!” He said a little louder and you looked at him.

“If you’re gonna accuse me of something, you can just leave. I wanted to joke and lighten the mood but you had to ruin it” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh I ruined it?” You nodded. “Fuck you Y/N. I don’t need those kinds of jokes from you” He replied with venom in his voice. Before you could say something, Jack grabbed his suit and left your apartment. You sighed and decided to let him cool down. 

The next day, Jack woke up and he knew his outburst was unnecessary. He knew that you were just messing around with him about it but he couldn’t explain why this pissed him off so much. Maybe it’s because he really liked you and you were against him? He didn’t know how to apologise. He sent you quick I’m sorry message but you ignored it.

You were lost in what you two are. One day you’re all touchy and loving towards each other but the next day you’re giving each other silent treatment. Nothing was summing up and you sank in the thoughts. This time, you needed a couple days to think if you still want to get this friendship going.

Week later, you went to see Jack in his apartment. You were nervous to knock on the door not knowing what to expect from the conversation. What if he also realized that the two of you are acting toxic? Luke’ voice brought you back to reality. 

“Jack’s not home?” He asked you.

“I don’t know, I’m standing here trying to find the bravery to knock on the door” You replied.

“Everything's gonna be fine. Jack couldn’t shut up for the past week about how bad he messed up so I’m guessing you two will sort things out” Luke replied and opened the door. He let you enter first. 

You took a deep breath and walked into his apartment. It was bizarre for you to be here. Since Jack started living with Luke, you were meeting at your place. You saw that Jack’ not sitting in the living room so you went straight to his bedroom. You stood in front of the doors. Luke noticed it and went to open the door for you and pushed you into his older brother's room.

“Hi” You said shyly.

“Hi, I didn't expect you here” Jack replied. “What do you want?”

“I think we need to talk” You sat on his bed and he quickly sat next to you.

“You want to end this, don’t you?” 

“What? No. I wanted to say that…” You took a deep breath. “I like you, like a lot but I feel like we’re toxic towards each other and I want to fix it… If it’s even possible” 

“It is, I think. It’s just tough for me to be close with you knowing that you’re against me in hockey when this is huge part of my life”

“Jack” You grabbed his hand. “I am not against you. I might root for your rival team but I care about you. That’s why I never mention Rangers around you. I made a joke and that was a bad call and…” 

“No, don’t finish. Don’t apologise to me for trying to lighten my mood. I acted like a dick. Also, I don’t want you to keep your real self from me because I don’t like your team. If this is something you want to talk about, you should. I’ll always listen just like you’re listening to me” He caressed your hand. 

“Does it mean we’re fine?” You asked not sure what to expect.

“We are, all we need is to be true to ourselves and talk more instead of running away from confrontation what we’re always doing” He half hugged you on the bed.

Finally, the two of you sorted things out properly. You felt that now, you won’t be having any issues in communication. At least this is what you’re hoping for. You were tired of explaining to him things you say. Jack had the same. He didn’t want to run away from problems to later beg for forgiveness. 

Time flew fast and there was time for another game, the New York Rangers - New Jersey Devils. After two matches in Prudential Center, it was time to have the games in Madison Square Garden. It was the first match where you could see Jack playing because you didn’t bother to go to his games in New Jersey. You were excited to see your favorite team and your favorite person to play against each other.

You were celebrating when you saw the final score showed 3:1 for Rangers. To witness the Rangers win against Devils felt special and you were delighted to see it. A part of you felt bad for Jack’ another loss to them but it didn’t bother you that much. Second game in a row, he was involved in a goal that stopped your team from the shutout. 

After the game, Jack asked you if he can get back to your apartment with you. Happily, you agreed and waited for him in your car. It felt like forever sitting there and waiting but you knew this is something he needs right now. You saw his walking figure from afar and started the car. He sat in the passenger seat and hadn’t said a word. You started driving, letting the silence fill the car. 

When you two arrived in your parking lot, you turned off the car and faced him. Jack looked at you and without any words, you two understood each other. He was the first one to leave the car and you followed him into the building. You unlocked the door and went straight into the kitchen to grab some water. One bottle to hand to him.

“I don’t know what we’re doing wrong. The preseason games showed that we can beat Rangers but now we’re acting so hopeless” He sighed and took a sip.

“That’s why you should never take the preseason games seriously. Teams always experiment with tactics and players” You tried to cheer him up. 

“I know but it still hurts like hell. Three games and three fucking loss” You could tell that he’s mad how the tables turned. You wanted to make him feel better and you kneeled in front of him. He looked surprised. “What are you doing?” 

“I want to suck your dick to help you relax” You replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You unzipped his pants and slid them with his underwear from him. Jack quickly took off his coat. Gently, you grabbed his dick and started moving your hand around his length. He growled under your touch. With each move, his cock was getting harder. You placed a kiss on his tip and started sucking it slightly. He pulled your hair from your face and made it into a ponytail. 

“Don’t tease, just put it into your mouth. I need your warm lips” You obeyed him and slowly started sinking with your mouth around his dick. 

Your moves were calm and Jack didn’t like it. With his hand still in your hair, he was pushing your head. You relaxed your throat and let him fuck your face. He was pushing his hips while you were sitting on your knees letting him do whatever he wanted. You knew this is what he needed right now. 

With each thrust, Jack was pushing his dick further into your mouth. His tip was hitting the back of your throat and nose was touching his pubes bone. You were gagging around him and tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes. He looked at you and enjoyed this view. Your face was covered in tears and spit with his dick deep down in your mouth. 

You could feel that Jack was close because his dick was trembling in your mouth. With a loud groan, he cum inside your mouth and you swallowed it. You opened your mouth to show him and he caressed your cheek. You stood up and he brought you into a passionate kiss. You threw your hands behind his neck and you two melted in this moment. 

“Thank you for this, you’re a goddess woman” He pulled from you and looked into your eyes.

“It was a pleasure to help you” You smiled at him.

After a couple seconds you pulled aways from each other and the atmosphere became weird. You two never were this close with each other. You enjoyed this but Jack looked like he’s bothered by the fact how close and vulnerable you were. He quickly put his pants and underwear back on and changed the topic.

“How about we’ll watch a movie?” He went into the living room and grabbed the remote control.

“Umm, sure” You answered and followed him. Two of you sat down on the couch and started watching Batman. You wanted to cuddle with him but Jack was keeping a small distance. You didn’t want to bother him and sat quietly. Your knees were touching but nothing more. You hadn’t said a word to themselves, fully focused on the movie.

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before sleeping. [isagi yoichi x reader]

notes: the thought process here is hehe isagi and then isagi sure gets feral sometimes and then hey feral is biting right and then i postponed my sleeping schedule for this. this guy is midnight madness inducer. if the first paragraph isnt clear enough. no warning except yeah this is a total fluff despite the prompt. established relationship, post canon / pro-player! isagi.

Isagi Yoichi is a genuinely nice person. A really good boyfriend with a normal and nice family, an excellent career in soccer—an overall green flag that also comes with good communication skill. His downside would probably be his soccer obsession, but if one looks from the right angle it would become a charm point along with his occasional clumsiness on other field other than his beloved sport.

Case in point, Isagi Yoichi is a normal guy, most of the time.

“Can I bite you?”

With that being said, it wouldn’t be your fault to be surprised when he suddenly asked this when the two of you were already in sleeping attires.

It was almost midnight and you were dressed in Yoichi’s old t-shirt, baggy and too large for the both of you to wear. Beside you, Yoichi already lied on his side to face you and ready to be asleep, considering the 12 hours jet lag he was supposed to be having. Yet, with his big blue eyes, he stared directly towards yours—whose are sleepy, heavy, and definitely tired.

You, who froze midway in your way to cover yourself with a blanket, blinked for a few times with your mouth slightly agape. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to process what Yoichi just said. After a few moments of silence, you finally found your voice again, “…I thought… we are about to sleep…?”

“Yeah,” Yoichi answered simply. “But, like, can I bite you? Just once?”

You could only blink once again. Was this some leftover adrenaline high from his winning goal? You knew how Yoichi becomes a bit of someone else whenever he became excited or on a high tension—but it never really came out of blue. Especially at home like this.

Confused, you could only said, “Huh. Wow.”

In respond, Yoichi parroted both your confusion and noise, “Huh? Wow?”

“I mean,” you began to try to explain, slowly feeling your sleepiness wanning off. “That sure came out of nowhere.”

A dumb and blank expression appeared on Yoichi’s face upon hearing your words. Then, it took a mere second before it shifted into one that is full of panic and bashfulness. Yoichi immediately pushed his body to sit along with you as both his hands shook in front of him, “Oh—uh! I mean—It’s just that I look at you in that shirt and just—!”

“It’s not bad, or anything. It was just sudden,” you said, eyes fixed on his sheepish gestures. “It’s not everyday you just blurt things like that at home.”

Yoichi laughed nervously and suddenly seemed to find an interest in the crease of your shared blanket. You let him took his time to continue meanwhile you lied down to your sleeping position. As you finally covered yourself in blanket, Yoichi followed you, embarrassment still dyeing his face, “It’s, uh, I think I missed you a bit too much this time?” Yoichi said, unsure.

You chuckled as you already warped your whole body in blanket, “Playing the sweet words now, huh?”

“It’s not like that!” Yoichi insisted whilst shifting his position for a few times, trying to find comfort. “Like, I also don’t really understand why, but it’s like I really want to bite you. But like positively, in a very ‘I love you’ kind of way?”

At his wording, you found yourself smiling with a soft, unvoiced chortles bubbling inside your stomach. Even in a confusing sentence, the way he just said ‘I love you’ so easily yet earnestly really did things to your heart. You knew that this one was fueled by Yoichi’s own nervousness and confusion—yet still, it felt as genuine as he always is.

“Well,” you paused, pretending to be in a thought, before continuing. “Where do you even want to bite?”

This time, it was Yoichi’s turn to freeze. “Uh. I didn’t think that far.”

As you failed to swallow your laughs, you patted his head, “Now, now, isn’t my Mr. Striker’s head tired? Let’s do the biting and everything else tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Yoichi’s expression soften at your words and pats. Your fingers slowly moved, gently tracing the outlines of his face, and Yoichi’s bashfulness return with a look he kept only for you, “…fine.”

You nodded, smiles still in your face as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep. Knowing Isagi Yoichi, he probably just thought that you were way too tired and chose sleep out of consideration. How sweet, truly.

But, also this is Isagi Yoichi and he never knows when to give up. With one last offering, he wrapped his hand around your back, “Can I hug you for the whole night, at least, though?”

“Sure, sure, Mr. Egoist. Aren’t you clingy today, huh?”

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Hi! Can you write headcanons on the gang with the youngest Curtis (Curtis!reader) being a hockey player? (Platonic ofc) I watched Inside Out 2 and now all I can think about is how cool hockey is. Also your work is literally astronomical I love reading it 😭

the gang and curtis!reader who plays hockey (request)

authors note: i’m so happy you like my writing! but i think im gonna start posting every other day, im getting a little stressed out about it. i hope that’s okay with you guys, please enjoy! also i reached 200 followers, thank you!

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, getting hurt, blood

PONYBOY CURTIS

you had been talking about your next game for weeks, spending time at the ice hockey rink for hours on end for the past week or so

when the day finally came, darry and soda already had their schedules for work, both busy, so ponyboy volunteers to go to your game

at the game, pony is watching from the stands, hardly saying or making any noise besides the occasional cheer when your team makes a goal

as you have the puck, aiming towards the goal with your stick, getting ready to hit the puck when a player from the other team shoves you, causing you to fall to the ground and lose the puck

“motherfucker—“ you grumbled, standing back up and grabbing your stick as the couch waved his hands around, “time out!” blowing his whistle

“curtis, bench!” he commands gesturing to a spot meant for resting after getting hurt

you roll your eyes, skating over to the spot, pushing the door and sitting on the bench, you just began to feel the pain in your right side of your body

ponyboy walks over closer to you, yet still in the stands, asking, “looks like that guy hit you hard, you hurt?”

you look at him through the clear screen, replying, “my right side hurts… i’m guessin’ when i take off my gear, im gonna have fuckin’ bruises everywhere.”

“you’ll be okay,” he paused, trying to convince himself, “when are you gettin’ back in the game?”

as on que, your coach asks, “curtis! you good enough to get back in?” you stand back up and push the door open, nodding at his question and saying goodbye to your brother, skating onto the rink

pony does a sport too, he always feels disappointed when no one goes to watch him at his meets, he wants to feel supported

so he always goes to your games as he wants you to feel supported and loved

JOHNNY CADE

johnny knew you were excited for your hockey game that was coming up, so he decided to support you and go to your game

as he entered the building, he kept his head low because he had snuck in, not wanting anyone to notice

he glances to his left, spotting you, your teammates and the opposing team already on the rink

johnny smiles at you when you look to your right, seeing him sitting down at the stands, you wave at him before the referee calls for everyone to get in their positions

as you are all playing the game, he keeps quiet but his attention is fully on what is happening in front of him

skating to the opposing player with the puck, you take it and skate towards the goal when the opposing player puts their hands out, pushing you to the ground

“damn it…” you mumble, quickly standing up almost as fast as you were pushed to the ground

a goal was scored, so you stand in your place until you feel ready to travel over to your teammates

“y/n, are you hurt?” johnny asks, his voice cracking slightly as you skate over to the stands, both of you face to face but separated due to the dasher board

you shake your head although you are holding your shoulder in pain, apologizing as you had to go back to your team

he enjoys to go to your games because it helps him feel emotionally better, it forces him to interact with others and also puts him in a foreign environment

he just wants to support you too, he knows it was hard for you to not have your parents at the games and your brothers to not be available

he values your relationship and sees you as a little sister although you’re not blood related

SODAPOP CURTIS

your brother had taken a day off to watch your hockey game, as you had been talking about it for days

“you’re gonna do amazing, sis! when i’m older i’ll finally be able to say, ‘my sister’s a pro hockey player!” he exclaims, attempting to make you excited for your game

it works, you begin to jump around as you enter the building, soda following after you and patting your shoulder, waking to the stands

you change in the locker room, coming out in your gear

the game starts as you skate onto the rink, you and a player from the opposing team face off to get the puck

you gain the puck first, skating straight across to the goal when the same player from the opposing team hits your leg hard with the stick

soda furrows his eyebrows, a confused look on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him

the player pushes you to the wall as you yell, “you ain’t allowed to do that, jackass!” pain is felt all over your left side

the referee doesn’t notice, soda yells after you, “you okay, sis?” you reply by nodding and looking at him

your focus is brought back to the game when the same opposing player charges in your direction, the puck in his possession

you skate towards him then turn in his direction, both of you next to each other as you push him to the ground, hard

taking the puck and skating in the opposite direction, your brother cheers for you as you score a goal

after the game, your adrenaline wears off and you realize you’re in much more pain as you realize

the two of you drive home then you both sit on the couch, you lean into your brothers side as he rubs your left shoulder

you sigh, closing your eyes as he continues to ask you, “this hurt?” you shake your head before he reassures you that you’re okay

soda’s literally your hype man, he’s glad another person in the family is good at sports because he knows he isn’t

always tells you that you did amazing in your games and practices, doesn’t want you to feel insecure about it and truly believes you’re amazing at hockey

DARRY CURTIS

it was your first game without the whole family being able to go, so darry took the day off work to support you

he drove you to the rink, asking, “you excited for the game?” glancing at you for a brief second, his attention going back to the road

you shrug, replying, “i don’t know…” looking outside the window as you arrive at the building

the two of you get out of the car, walking towards the building as you move closer to your older brother, a bit nervous for your game

as you walk into the building, you see the rink and direct darry towards the stands, “i have to change. i’ll be wearing dark blue.”

once you are done changing in the locker room, you bring your skates over to the rink and tie them

after warming up with your team, the game begins, a player on your team has the puck and passes it to you

you skate to the goal, getting ready to hit the puck when you feel pressure on your stomach, as you look down, you see a player on the opposing team kicking you as they lose balance

rolling your eyes, you hit the puck into the goal as another player from the opposing team grabs your helmet, smashing your head against the wall

your head suddenly felt warm, like something was running down your face, you recognized it as blood

yelling is heard around you, feeling someone pulling you up and skating you to the edge of the rink, you feel arms around you and your vision is blurry

“y/n are you okay? you’re… bleeding, hey, does anyone have a first aid kit?” darry talks quietly before yelling to the referee

he walks you to the bench and sits you down, your ears ringing and you hardly have energy to keep your head up

you hear the referee coming over to you with a first aid kit, giving it to your older brother while he takes your helmet off and wipes up the blood on your forehead

the referee kneels down to your eyesight as you are looking down, telling you, “you’re real injured right now, i’ll give that sheldon boy a talking to. you go home and rest, it isn’t a problem. get better soon, okay, kid?” smiling at you and patting your shoulder before he leaves

once darry is done with wiping away the blood and making sure you feel okay, he asks, “you ready to go home, kid?”

it’s really rare for him to find time off from work, so if he goes to your games then you’re really happy

you remind him of himself when he would do football, his parents and brothers would watch his games and he would feel proud

so he tries to take time off to go to your games, loves to support you and make you feel happy when you see familiar faces in the stands

always tells you to do your best in the games, congratulating you after the games even if you didn’t do particularly well

DALLAS WINSTON

dally had offered to take you to your game, your brothers were all busy and he had nothing to do

as you skate onto the rink, dally yells after you, “kick their asses, kid!” sitting down and looking to his left, spotting a soda bottle along with a pack of cigarettes

the game starts and he grabs the cigarettes, placing them in his pocket and grabbing the soda, taking a drink of it

as he watches you pass the puck to others, the other team gains the puck, you chase after the player with the puck

he holds his stick in a position to hit the puck into the goal, as he swings, you happen to be right behind him, causing you to be hit in the face

dally yells, “hey, that little shit’s stick just fuckin’ whacked her in the face, man!” looking out for you, watching you put your hands over your face in pain

the referee calls, “penalty for high sticking! sheldon, you’re on the bench for two minutes! curtis,” he pauses, looking at you, “you feel good enough to play?”

you think before answering, “yeah!” taking your hands off your face, you turn your head towards dally

as you skate closer to the stands, he asks, “you okay, kid?” you nod at him, he continues, “hit ‘em back, hard.”

you smile and nod, beginning to skate back to your side of the rink, your friends swarming you and asking if you’re okay

dally knew his parents never gave a shit to be seen with him, so he wants you to feel cared for, he’s weirdly enough your chaperone even though he’s not responsible at all

if you ever want to practice but the rink is closed, he’ll probably find a way to break in so you can work on how you play

probably gets super pissed off when the opposing team scores for no reason even if they actually deserved it

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

two-bit and his younger sister decided to support you at your hockey game

you were already playing, keith and his sister found a spot to sit in the stands

you glance over to the stands, spotting two-bit and his sister watching you, you wave and smile at the both of them, directing your attention back to the puck

as your teammate passes the puck to you, you begin to skate towards the goal, preparing to hit the puck

right as soon as you hit the puck, a player from the opposing team shoved you into the wall, chasing after the puck and therefore preventing your team from scoring

pain shoots up your back, you would for sure have bruises all over once you got your armor off

two-bit’s sister gasps behind you, “y/n! are you okay?” concerned looks on her and her brothers faces

“yeah!” you yell back, glancing at the both of them for a brief moment, skating quickly in the direction of the puck

“y/n!” your teammate says, grabbing your attention and passing the puck to you

you skate across the rink, aiming the puck into the goal and succeeding, your teammates cheering for you

standing where you hit the puck, you try to rub your back to ease the pain, failing because of the thick layers of gear

your whole team is already grouped up when one of them turns their head, skating over to you and asking if you’re okay

staring at the ground, you whimper in pain, trying to rub your back again, two-bit noticing and asking, “y/n, you terribly hurt?”

you look at him, still standing with your teammate as the referee orders, “curtis, bench! doesn’t look like you’re feeling good enough to play!”

as you get escorted to the bench by your teammate, the player who hits you skates by the stands

“hey, way to go fuck face!” two-bit yells at him, making you turn your head and laugh gently

cares about you as he cares about his little sister, he goes to all of her school events as he goes to yours and your hockey games

sometimes he’ll just go because he loves seeing the smile on you and his sisters faces when you see each other, her running up to you after your game although you’re sweaty and tired

STEVE RANDLE

steve took the day off work to watch your hockey game, you had previously told him which position you would play as, the goalie

he glances to the left of the rink, seeing you with more gear on than the other players and a different stick

he watches the opposing team, switching his attention from you and them constantly

a player from the other team has the puck, skating to where you are, attempting to score a goal

the player hasn’t slow down fast enough, hitting the puck and also throwing himself onto you in the process

both of you were on the ground, you push him off and groan, your whole body hurting

“y/n, you good?!” steve yells, you shake your head as your body aches, he stands up as your teammates skate over to you, creating a circle around you

two of them grab your hands, directing you to the bench where you are to sit and rest, as you are injured

you call out, “steve?” you look around to find him, he moves near the bench yet still in the stands

“hey, you okay kid? looks like that guy hit you pretty hard.” he asks, concerned for you and your health, wanting you to check yourself for bruises or cuts

you breathe unevenly, “my ribs hurt.” straightening out your back and trying to relax, to try making your front feel better

“you’ll be alright,” he paused, glancing over to you once again to see you calming down, “how ‘bout i take you to get ice cream after this?”

you look over to him and smile, seeing concern and worry in his eyes, nodding as your referee calls, “curtis! you’re back in!”

as you are skating back onto the rink, steve comments, “take it easy, kid. don’t wanna have to call darry.”

he goes to your games because he knows you like to have someone there to support you, so you know he cares

steve normally doesn’t care so much about about things, rather nonchalant but cares about you as if you were his sister

he’ll be the most obnoxious person ever in the stands, yelling and screaming over everyone else

[armysantiny]

Perfect Little Pet – KHJ

P: Hongjoong x afab gender neutral reader | G: smut, oneshot | Inc: cruella!au, cruella!hongjoong, assistant!reader, 'Captain', 'pet', Felix mention, journalist!Wooyoung, Yunho mention, Wooyoung/Yunho mention, set in the UK, Trafalgar Square, flaring tempers i.e. Hongjoong's, fashion studio, cruella movie-esque fashion show, Hongjoong occasionally abusing his power, wet dreams, fwb ending, a lot of British references and general mannerisms, two smut scenes | Wc: 5.9k

W: d/s tones, 'Captain' used during sex, bent over the desk, dom!Joong, sub!reader, overstim, begging, wet dreams, blowjob, cumshot on face, backshot during sex, one/two uses of the word slut, 'pet' used during sex (please let me know if I've forgotten anything, I'm writing this post up at 1 am)| R: 18+ mdni

Summary: Captain. Anyone who’s anyone knows who that is; none other but the rising name in fashion and making a name for himself for his eye-catching and punk-inspired shows. And right there in the back, is obedient little y/n, the childhood friend. The assistant to the Captain and one of the few to know Hongjoong for who he is behind the scenes, uptight and frantic and so achingly desperate to be perfect. Good thing they’re the Captain’s perfect little pet.

Min's notes: We're starting the year off strong! And you may have figured it out already, but @hee0soo, I'm your secret santa! I had so so so much fun writing this, you have no idea. When I tell you I was giggling like an idiot when you answered my question in the server, it was perfect. I hope you like reading this! And this happens to be my longest fic <33 also, 'on the dole' = on benefits hehe

There’s graphite on his hands, smudged all over the sketchbook, and Hongjoong takes another look at the plain mannequin standing by its lonesome in his office. Something’s missing, he knows it. Is it the hem? The length of the sleeves? Whatever it is, Hongjoong can’t bloody tell and it’s driving him up the wall. The designer groans, dissatisfied with own progress and discards the sketchbook on his desk. He gets up with just as much frustration, boots stomping across the floor in the direction of the balcony. His production facility looms below him, hard at work.

Almost taunting him.

“Just one more…” he mutters, taking a reluctant step back into his seat, “one more of the bloody things and I’ll be ready for runway…” Sure, it is self-imposed encouragement, but it is encouragement. Hongjoong isn’t a beggar. He’ll take what he can get. And take, of course. Until his pencil simply drags along the paper with no real goal and he snaps the dastardly thing between his sleek fingers, throwing its remains against the closest wall. It clatters to the floor just as the frustrated designer storms towards the door to his office, opening it and unleashing a powerful tension upon the production floor.

“Bring y/n up here!”

Y/n shivers from where they stand, helping move a box of supplies into the stock room. No matter how long they’ve stood by Hongjoong’s side, there is nothing that will help them get used to the sound of him barking out a command like that. A frustrated Hongjoong is a live wire – temperamental, snappy, and not someone to be approached without caution. They freeze with the box for just a moment before it’s taken out of their hands by one of the new starters.

“Captain sounds pretty miffed,” they say, pulling on the sleeve of their hoodie, “go on, I’ve got this!”

“If you’re sure…”

“Course I am luv, go on already~” And y/n is all but gently shoved out of the stock room, left to face their employer. And childhood friend.

All eyes are on y/n as they walk through the building towards those ever-familiar stairs, trying to ignore the weight of everyone’s gaze. It’s just Hongjoong, our Joongie, there’s nothing to be anxious over, their mind repeats, heels clicking along the wooden panelling amongst the unusual human silence. Seconds go by excruciatingly slowly, and finally, y/n stands in front of Hongjoong’s office. One steadying breath, and then another.

The door opens before they have a chance to knock, Hongjoong all but yanking his assistant inside and locking the door behind them both. There’s an impatient energy in the room, furthered even more by the fact y/n watches their friend pull them along to the mannequin and frantically go about putting his prized mannequin back by the window where it overlooks the production floor.

“Lean against the wall for me, will ya?” Hongjoong asks, reaching for his sketchbook once again, certain he’s found a muse in y/n. They have this gait around them that would work just so well with his new line, it would be criminal if he doesn’t capture it on paper at least once. Well, perhaps a few times, because the creativity comes back with a vengeance. His pencil glides along the cartridge paper with ease, framing y/’s silhouette perfectly and a grin erupts on his face.

Finally. Finally, he can make a start on creating the showstopper piece.

Time is but an illusion as Hongjoong works on his piece, occasionally looking up to really solidify the vision he’s got in mind. Y/n’s holding themselves just the way he needs them to, providing just the right amount of feedback and silence he needs, and Hongjoong might as well be inside a creative paradise of his own making. He’s found the right formula. He’s found his new muse, perfectly shaped in the image of y/n, his little assistant. The outfit seems to come together all on its own as he draws, each stroke of the pencil working in tandem with each other to create a look he knows will absolutely shock the viewing public in Trafalgar Square.

It’s around an hour later when the design is finally complete, Hongjoong’s mind at ease as he does one last look over everything. He’s done it. The look is perfect. There is just one thing…

He’s rather hungry now.

“Right,” he starts, setting his sketchbook down, “that’s us done here y/n, thanks again pet~”

“O-oh, it’s no prob—”

“But do get us a spot of lunch, would you? I’ve been dying to try out that new brunch café. I want either a chicken alfredo or a chicken Caesar salad, understood?” He tosses y/n his wallet as they begin to leave, turning on his heel and collapsing into his office chair with a yawn.

“Your regular coffee too, Captain?” Y/n asks. Oh, what a darling they are.

“You know me too well~ of course I want my coffee. I want them both here by the half hour.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Checking the time as they leave the café, y/n breathes a sigh of relief: they’ve got at least another fifteen minutes to make it back to the factory if they can get to Hongjoong’s favourite coffee spot before the lunchtime rush, otherwise they’ll be late. So, they make a break for it, taking extra care to leave their Captain’s lunch flat in their bag lest they have alfredo decorate the inside of the gifted Nevada Leather Weekender slung over their shoulder. The coffee spot itself is only a few metres away, less than a few minutes to run, but every second counts in the world of the Captain.

Lady Fate is on their side it seems, because there absolutely no sign of a queue, or even the beginnings of one, when y/n makes it to the coffee shop. Aurora, a quaint little place y/n remembers Hongjoong spending almost every free minute in before they watched their friend shoot to success, when they were still just two friends with a dream. Their running slows to a brisk walk as they enter, greeting the barista with a smile and getting a card ready as soon as they confirm they’re after the usual iced latte with two extra shots of espresso and a shot of vanilla. Once payment goes through and the coffee is in their hands, y/n is out of there in a heartbeat, eager to make it back in time.

“Look at you~ exactly two minutes early,” Hongjoong muses as he sees y/n walk into his office. He pockets his stopwatch, hangs his custom-made coat on the coatrack and takes his coffee. “If there’s anyone I trust to make coffee the way I like it, it’s that pretty one with the deep voice. Face of an angel, but, God, that voice?”

 Oh. His lunch is on the desk, but y/n is still here.

Strange.

“Well, are you waiting for me to say something? Run along now, pet, go… oh, I don’t know, busy yourself until I need you.” He chuckles, shooing them away and waving with his fingers once y/n is finally out of the door and Hongjoong can eat his lunch in private, just the way he likes.

Y/n’s bag slides down their arm and onto the floor of their studio flat as they step inside, well-earned exhaustion lacing their bones and pulling a yawn out of their mouth as they fall onto their sofa. They’re used to running all over London for Hongjoong, sure – hell, their daily step count always passes ten thousand – but it’s the weeks leading up to one of his planned fashion event-hijackings that y/n truly feels the burn. Where they truly feel pushed to their tether.

 But it’s always worth it in the end, they remind themselves in between making themselves a cup of tea, watching the kettle boil. Together, they will achieve worldwide success, their brand – Silver Light – will be in every boutique and everyone will know who the Captain is. Y/n spoons a teaspoon of sugar into the mug, pops in the teabag and pours the boiling water and milk, huffing at the connection their mind puts together.

They’re the teaspoon of sugar. Not the main event, no, but an addition to make things sweeter. To make Hongjoong’s plans sweeter.

“New sources and evidence have since come to light regarding the hijacking of Oxford Circus last week. The impromptu fashion show was caused by the organisation called Silver Light, headed by someone calling themselves the ‘Captain’, who witnesses say was armed with a cane, yet no one has been harmed. Following an insider comment…”

The rest of the news story plays on tv, y/n’s interest piqued when they recognise the journalist behind it all. One of Hongjoong’s newer friends, a trusted insider working for the BBC that y/n’s met a good few times. They grab their phone from its charger, unplugging it and dialling the number they’re looking for. It’s a few seconds before they hear the call pick up on the other end of the line.

“Can it be~?” Wooyoung’s voice sings through the phone, “the Captain’s assistant is calling little ol’ me~?”

“Good evening to you too, Wooyoung.” Y/n laughs, ever fond of the charming journalist. “I’m watching your news report tonight, my… you know just how to create the right kind of excitement. A master with words, one would say. Just how do you it~?”

“Y/n, darling,” y/n can almost see the playful rolling of the journalist’s eyes, “you’re flattering me, you know? But flattery gets you everywhere with me, so thank you ever so much.”

The conversation goes on for another half hour, y/n giving Wooyoung all the subtle information he needs to create the next buzz around Silver Light’s next big show. There needs to be a sizable crowd for Trafalgar next week, and Wooyoung is just the right person to weave his words and create that buzz y/n knows Hongjoong is looking for. All manner of press and paparazzi should be there; Silver Light needs to be on the front cover of every broadsheet and tabloid in England.

And when they switch to video call so Wooyoung can jot everything down, y/n chooses to ignore the knowing glance sent their way. They’ve had this conversation before, plenty of times even – concern that all of y/n’s efforts aren’t their own will, that Hongjoong’s somehow forcing them to be his assistant. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

They make themselves another cup of tea, and sigh when Wooyoung still refuses to back down.

“Woo, I know that look,” they sigh, already knowing what comes next. The concern, the lecturing. The you’re being his servant, y/n, you deserve more than that. “This isn’t something Hongjoong is making me do, I really do want Silver Light to succeed. This is my dream too, even if it doesn't look like I want it as much as he does, or it looks like he’s forcing me.”

“Y/n…”

“Have a little faith in me, hm?” They bargain. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“If you say so—” Wooyoung’s gaze snaps to something above the camera, “oh, Yunho’s home, he brought food! See you soon y/n~”

“See you soon, say hi to Yunho for me.”

The call ends, and y/n is left with their thoughts, a hot cup of tea, and a muted news channel playing on their tv. Rather than let themselves succumb to the impeding thoughts on the horizon, y/n sips on their tea, unmutes their tv and scrolls through BBC iPlayer until they find the most recent unwatched episode of MasterChef and hits play. The thought manages to persist, though.

Are they just Hongjoong’s errand runner? A simple cog in the machine that Hongjoong pays just that bit more attention to than the others?

Hongjoong’s footsteps echo along the floor as he walks through the production floor, inspecting every station as he passes them by. The Trafalgar show is but days away and he cannot afford a single error whatsoever. He’s counting on this one to be a success; Wooyoung’s articles have created the right kind of stir he needs, y/n’s been busting their ass helping him with the finer details, the last thing Hongjoong needs is his plan falling apart.

So why the fuck can he see someone stitching a button incorrectly?

“You!” He barks, storming over to the unsuspecting employee, fury lining his brows. It stuns the rest of the room into silence, terror in their eyes as they watch. “Are you trying to ruin this week’s show?! Just what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!”

They shiver, the poor thing, watching as Hongjoong furiously inspects the garment for any more errors. It’s a simple mistake really, a small oversight but they know better. Everyone at Silver Light knows better:

Captain doesn’t give second chances.

But then Hongjoong smiles. Not a genuine one by any means, no, but something that’s a little too sweet.

“What’s your name, darling?”

“M-my name is Felix, Captain—” whatever Felix tries to say is cut off by a heart-attack inducing bang, Hongjoong’s cane slamming down on their workstation in the blink of an eye. The shock sends Felix tumbling, and they prick their thumb on a fashion pin, droplets of blood staining the floor where they stand.

“Oh, just get out!”

“Captain, wait! P-please!”

“You’re fired, get out!”

A pin-drop silence echoes through the building, Hongjoong’s frustration palpable to everyone watching. The workstation is unmanned now, no one remaining to take the task, yet the buttons still need to be taken out and resewn on. Properly, this time. Exhaling, Hongjoong slips his cap off in favour of brushing his hand through his hair, the black and white split-dye messing up and framing his face.

What he needs right now, is y/n to make his problem go away. To be his reliable ally and fix the problem in his way.

He pats his coat down, looking for his phone and almost wants to cry out in relief when he finds the infernal device in his back pocket. A deep breath slips past his lips, and he calls y/n.

And like the angel they are, y/n picks up.

“…Joong?” They rasp out, clearly still tired. “It’s my day off, is everything alright over there?”

No, everything is not alright, Hongjoong wants to rant, the stress itching away at under his skin.

“I really, really wish it was, pet. How fast can you get here?” He asks, praying that the rustling he hears from the other end is y/n changing into their usual work outfit.

“Y/n? Pet?”

“Still here!” They call out, and Hongjoong has half the mind to kiss them when they arrive. “Just checked the traffic, I can make it in twenty?”

“Make it fifteen and I’ll get you that pretty gem of a car you’ve had your eye on.” Hongjoong offers, huffing out a laugh when y/n readily agrees, and the line goes dead seconds later. They’re on their way to Silver Light, and all his problems will be solved. For whom else can Kim Hongjoong rely on other than his y/n?

The clock ticks by agonisingly slowly, teasing Captain with every second that y/n is still on their way. Sure, he can fix this specific coat that Felix so wonderfully fucked up, but there’s a whole line of these that need to be done, and the designer is only human. He can’t do this alone. But he can relax because as soon as Captain resigns himself to hand-stitching every coat, y/n comes in through the door, hurrying over to the workstation and shoo-ing Captain away.

“And you fired him?! Over a button?!” Y/n asks, completely baffled as they listen to Hongjoong rant while they’re stitching the buttons properly. “You really have lost your marbles, Kim Hongjoong.”

“But you still came to my aid! Y/n, you know I couldn’t do all of this without you~” They deadpan, scoffing with smile they can’t control when Hongjoong latches himself onto their back in gratitude. “You’ll be able to handle doing the rest of the coat buttons, right?

Y/n rolls their eyes. They can handle it.

“Bring Felix back, and I’ll stay until the end of the day,” they bargain.

“Deal!”

Y/n doesn’t regret offering to help Hongjoong, really, they don’t, but they have a day off in the middle of the week for a reason. Exhaustion nips away them as they finish the last of the coat buttons, hanging the last one on the rack and patting the sleep out of their face as best they can. Felix is back inside, replacing y/n at his workstation with a meek smile and y/n doesn’t know whether to be happy the young man is back or give the split-dyed designer running the entire outfit a piece of their mind—

And Hongjoong’s calling them into his office.

There’s a corkboard standing when they enter, Hongjoong pinning post-its with various last-minute details. It’s chaotic — more so than usual. Y/n takes a few steps towards the board, reading Hongjoong’s ideas and avoiding the eccentric designer running circles around them.

“Why the last-second rush around?” They ask, still obediently helping Hongjoong sort out his mismatch of written thoughts. “I thought we figured all the details? You’re going to smash the event, Joong, I know what you’re capable of.”

“Awe, thanks y/n~” Hongjoong pats their shoulder. “Your unwavering faith in me is awe inspiring~”

“Oh, shut up,” y/n laughs, then yawns. Bloody hell, they’re tired. “I know I said I was going to stay for the rest of the day, but I’m asleep on my feet here... I can come in tomorrow?” It’s a risky bargain trying to convince Hongjoong like this, but it’s worth a try.

“Y/n, pet... You’re just fine, just sit in here for a bit,” and there goes their chance at rest as Hongjoong admonishes them. “And I need that brilliant mind of yours for later; can’t have you sitting at home, now can we~?”

 No, no he can’t apparently. So, y/n stays, because of course they do.

But now it’s a day before the big hijack, at the god-awful time of one in the morning and Hongjoong is still deliberating over what to wear for the event, lovingly dubbed Project Trafalgar by his darling y/n. Y/n, who answered his messages only half an hour before and watches Hongjoong run around from their spot on his bed, legs crossed and looking oh so cute.

So easily corruptible. But he stores that thought away.

Hongjoong holds up one of his favourite blazers for y/n, a navy cropped piece he’s admittedly worn far too many times. It’s supposed to go with the rest of his outfit that’s already spent a good few hours working on, one that’s going to blow people’s minds away when he reveals himself once Project Trafalgar finishes successfully. Y/n tilts their head, examining the clothing and giving a sleepy thumbs up, nodding their head as they approve of his choices.

“You know~” Hongjoong sings as he goes to hang the blazer up in preparation for tomorrow. “Sometimes I think you’re the true genius behind our success, you always know just how to make everything look absolutely perfect.”

Y/n laughs, and Hongjoong wants to hear more of it.

“Is that Kim Hongjoong appreciating me I hear?” They tease, and Hongjoong gets to hear more of that endearing laugh when he mock-glares in their direction. “I’m just taking the mick, relax. I appreciate what you said, this is important to me. Silver Light and yourself.”

“You’re important me to me too, pet.” And it’s true.

His outfit hung up and decided, Hongjoong finally starts to feel the pull of exhaustion himself. Y/n really wasn’t lying when they said the designer was going to crash from his adrenaline high. He stretches, lithe and cat-like, and disappears into his ensuite to change into something a bit more… suitable for sleeping after an all-nighter putting together his outfit. His cleanser and other nighttime hygiene products are on the shelf above the sink, and Hongjoong figures that he might as well get started removing the stress of the day from his face.

“Y/n, darling,” he starts, “do you think that—”

Hongjoong stops talking when he gets no answering noise in return, and he pokes his head out of his bathroom. Y/n is asleep. He chuckles; of course, y/n is asleep because unlike himself, y/n actually has a normal sleep schedule.

So, he forgoes the question was going to ask them in favour of heading to his bed, lifting’s y/n’s head and resting it on his lap after he sits down. Their hair is soft, he finds, loosely getting his fingers tangled as he finds a strange comfort in the moment he's found himself in. The silence doesn’t help either; letting Hongjoong’s mind spill out words of gratitude he knows his pride would never let him say. It’s better that way, anyway.

But Captain isn’t entirely devoid of basic human empathy.

“Get some rest, pet,” he mutters, “you earned it, my busy little assistant.”

Hongjoong shivers, his head thrown back on the sofa of his flat as he watches y/n through near-shut eyes. They’ve got the head of his cock in their mouth, swirling their tongue around the tip and good lord does Hongjoong want to just buck his hips into y/n’s warm, pretty mouth and—

Not yet. Not if he wants to stretch this out and enjoy it just that little bit longer.

But apparently, he isn’t the only impatient one in the room because y/n wastes no time in getting more of his length inside their mouth, hand wrapping around the remainder. Cold hands and a warm mouth are a killer combination, and Hongjoong shivers with a groan, bucking his hips forward and enjoying the sound of y/n’s muffled surprise.

“Don’t you start acting like that, pet,” he says, reaching down to grab their hair. He gives a few testing thrusts and fuck does he want more. “You’re just as eager as I am, you and I both bloody well know that.”

A rhythm develops, one that has sinful noises bouncing around Hongjoong’s flat and a coil of heat building in his abdomen, his orgasm drawing closer by the minute. Y/n’s moans send vibrations up his cock, and it’s really not all that fair. Not when he’s trying so hard not to just shoot his load down y/n’s pretty throat.

But fuck if y/n isn’t trying to suck his soul out, their criminally talented tongue making his cock twitch. Higher and higher his voice climbs, until his hips are twitching, breaking his rhythm and Hongjoong wraps his legs around y/n’s back, gently forcing them to look him in the eye.

“Where do you want it, pet?” He’s met with y/n’s questioning blink before they tap their face and their chest. “Fucking tease, want me to paint you in my cum? That right, baby?”

They nod, pulling themselves of Hongjoong and yanking off their top in record time. His cock is in their mouth again, twitching as the coil builds and builds, until Hongjoong pulls out, pulling y/n’s face back and coming with a shout of their name.

“Fuck, darling...that was—"

Y/n’s startled awake when Hongjoong shoots up out of bed, watching through tired eyes as the frazzled man looks around the bedroom. They do the same, deciding under the cloud of sleep to not question how and why they ended up in the same bed, but whatever time it is, is no humane time to be awake. So, y/n pads around for their phone, checks the time, and groans.

It’s three in the morning.

“Joong...everything okay?” They ask, shrugging the cover over their face, eager to return to sleep.

“Hm? Oh— yes, yes... everything’s fine, just have Trafalgar on my mind.” Of course, he does. They roll their eyes, an affectionate chuckle and reach over to yank him back down, filing away the sound of Hongjoong’s squeak in the depths of their mind.

“Go back to sleep, love…it’s too early for you to fret.” Y/n says, the comfort of their words wrapped in the inviting warmth of sleep. They fall back asleep just as well, quickly enough that they miss the tint on Hongjoong’s face and his mumbled agreement.

There is all but one precious hour until Project Trafalgar is underway, and Captain has been fidgeting with his hands for the last half of it. He goes through every step of the process once, twice and he’s about to go through it a third time when Captain feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s y/n, and he takes a few deep breaths as per their instructions as his mind hits the breaks on his fretting.

“Captain, you’re doing it again.” They admonish. He blinks; he’s doing what? “Bloody hell, you’re the greatest fashion visionary in British history, this will go perfectly. Ok?”

“Ok.” Captain nods, maintaining eye contact. Reliable little y/n, always by his side. He keeps up with the eye contact, looking into the eyes watching him with so much confidence and unbridled trust that he can feel the confidence resurface under his own skin.

And then y/n leans forward to peck his lips, and his heart does a thing.

“Go on, show them all who Silver Light’s captain is.” Y/n chuckles.

“Are you saying they forgot, pet?” Hongjoong counters, the need to fret over last minute details gone entirely. “Tonight, will be unforgettable, I can promise you that much pet. Make sure you’re watching, hm?”

And watch, y/n does, as they stay hidden away from the obvious police presence Silver Light seems to attract and watch as Captain’s show begins. The music is loud, attention-grabbing and y/n feels excitement light up every nerve in their body. Months. Months and months of sweat, blood and tears has gone into every moment, and they watch the models come into view, each wearing an individual piece from Captain’s new line. It’s gorgeous. Utterly stunning, and y/n can’t help but snap a few pictures and record a quick video.

They’re going to need material to send to Wooyoung, after all.

The next half of the models make their appearance, and y/n very much joins the crowd’s cheering, clapping as each piece is given its moment and basking in the theatrics of it all. Everything sings with Hongjoong’s personal touch. It’s dramatic and elegant and everything that y/n knows to be the essence of Hongjoong’s taste and the Silver Light brand. The crowds are loud, and y/n uses the opportunity to slip away unnoticed from the police and the general public, back into the safehouse Silver Light had so kindly borrowed for tonight’s event. Sure, they’re going to miss when Hongjoong reveals himself and scatters leaflets inviting everyone to purchase an item from his collection, but they’ve seen that all before.

And then they fall asleep on the closest sofa.

Hongjoong bounces in with excitement as he pushes the door of the safehouse wide open, the leftover adrenaline coursing through his veins. He laughs, victorious and gleeful before yanking a now wide-awake y/n.

“Someone looks happy~” they comment, and Hongjoong stops outside his makeshift office, letting his adrenaline take the lead and planting a kiss on their lips.

“Oh, y/n,” he exclaims, pushing open the door and pulling y/n inside. “You have no idea! My darling pet, I~ will be making good on that promise I made.”

And almost immediately he has y/n pressed against the wall as he captures their lips in a kiss, eager and finally getting to act on that bundle of unspoken desire in his chest. A hand is cupping their cheek, tilting y/n’s head as Hongjoong’s tongue pushes past their bottom lip, demanding entry in the only way he can. He explores the warmth he had dreamt about, a chuckle sounding in his throat as y/n’s mouths feels just as good as he had imagined.

“Perfect…” he whispers, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths as he pulls away. “my perfect, perfect y/n…”

Hongjoong gasps in pleasant surprise when y/n makes the move to attack his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin with vigour. He relents, exposing his neck for his darling y/n and busies himself with the task of removing their clothes. By simply ripping them clean off, enjoying the surprised whimper that vibrates against his neck. He pulls them back just that little bit, running his gaze across their exposed body and—

Oh, how pretty his y/n is.

The hairs on the back of y/n’s neck stand up under Hongjoong’s eyes as heavy breaths leave their lips. This is happening now, and they want it, no matter what tonight will do to their friendship with the man in front of them. Whatever lingering hesitations they’ve ever had go out the window, and y/n wastes no time themselves in removing Hongjoong’s clothes, just that bit gentler about it than him.

“Pretty little pet,” they shiver as Hongjoong whispers in their ear. “Want to be good for me, don’t you?”

And they do. They really, really do.

Somewhere in between heated touches and the new hickeys being made on their skin, y/n watches as Hongjoong sinks to his knees, grabbing the inside of their thighs and getting dangerously close to their cunt. He’s taking his time, kissing just close enough to their folds, making y/n twitch in anticipation, but it’s not enough. They want more. Y/n needs more. So, they buck their hips, chasing the feeling but whimper the moment Hongjoong pulls himself away and holds them still.

“You said you’d be good for me, pet, didn’t you?” They nod.

“Then beg. Beg for me to get my mouth on that gorgeous little cunt like the good little slut we both know you are for me.”

So, y/n begs. Pleads with Hongjoong to shove his face in between their legs and eat them out until their knees buckle, for him to push his lithe fingers inside and wring cries out of their mouth. For Hongjoong to fuck them.

Satisfied, Hongjoong digs his fingers into y/n’s thighs as he pulls their legs apart, tutting as his favourite little pet tries closing their legs, suddenly shy. What, did they think he was joking?

“Still or I leave you like this, understand?”

“Yes, yes Captain…” And Hongjoong likes that.

“You keep calling me that, pet.” He says, and wastes no time in pulling himself closer, licking a fat stripe along y/n’s folds. They’re wet, and Hongjoong goes to town, indulging himself and sucking on the sensitive flesh until his nose is buried in y/n’s cunt, drinking up the sounds of his pet’s gasps and whines, his title a song on their lips. He keeps going, bringing his fingers to y/n’s untouched clit, rubbing against the bud in achingly slow circles.

He spends minutes like this, slipping two of his fingers inside y/n’s sopping cunt and sparing little mercy as he coaxes them closer and closer to orgasm. Hongjoong’s cock is stiff in his dress pants, straining against the fabric and the taste on y/n on his tongue is going to make him fucking come if he isn’t careful. He peers up from where he’s kneeling between their legs, hooded eyes making contact with the desperation looking back at him.

“Hong— Captain! Please!” Y/n cries when Hongjoong slips a third finger inside them, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall of the office. They’re close, so achingly close and fucking dammit they need to come so badly. But Hongjoong doesn’t relent, raising a brow and watching them writhe where they stand.

“Please, what, pet?” He taunts. “Use your words like the good pet you are.”

“I— I want to come! Please, Captain, I’m so— fuck, fuck— so close, I need—” Whatever words they want to say are stolen out of their throat, replaced instead by an overwhelming pleasure that has them squeezing their eyes shut, at the mercy of Hongjoong’s will. It’s unrelenting, and soon enough their orgasm is crashing through them, shooting stars through their vision all the while Hongjoong makes them ride it out on his fingers, the man getting off his knees and pulling them into a heated kiss. They can taste themselves on his lips, and it only spurs on another wave of desire.

They’re bent over the desk when the last of the first aftershocks leave their systems, head held back by neck as Hongjoong whispers dirty promises and slides his cock into their inviting – and only a little sensitive – cunt. A second goes by, the designer allowing y/n to only just get used to it before he starts thrusting, a leisurely quick pace.

“All this time, darling,” Hongjoong groans from above them,” all this time I could have had this perfect body of yours bent over my desk. Made for me, you were, absolutely made for me.”

And fuck, aren’t they just?

Hongjoong can’t hold back anymore, and he presses his chest against y/n’s back, pounding away into their tight hole and groping their chest in his hands, nipples caught in between thumb and index finger. Y/n’s cries are only motivation, and in the few seconds it takes for him to figure out the best angle, Hongjoong decides he’s allowed to chase his own high, giving into the devil on his shoulder and biting on the soft flesh of y/n shoulder.

“It’s so much, oh god—”

“Fuck- just a little longer pet, c’mon,” he rasps, his own orgasm well within reach. “Where do you want it, hm? You can answer that much, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck— on my back, I want it on my back!” And what else is Hongjoong to do, but oblige? He fucks them into them with the slightest hint of abandon, holding y/n impossibly closer and the orgasm builds, and builds, until he’s pulling out and coming onto their back with a drawn-out moan, his hips stuttering as the waves of pleasure begin to die down.

Exhaustion makes its way into the room, but it’s welcome this time, as Hongjoong very graciously helps y/n rest on the sofa he’d luckily had moved inside the office. There’s some wipes and a towel, and he makes quick work of cleaning the both of them up, ruffling up y/n’s hair when they watch him, almost surprised.

“And what’s that look for?” He huffs, tossing the used wipes away and patting them both dry. “I’m not that bad.”

Y/n simply laughs and shakes their head. They’re rather cute sometimes.

“Just,” they gesture to the office and between the two of them, “all of this; the event, the sex, the… us, I guess? I’m going to be sore tomorrow but fuck, that was amazing.”

Hongjoong nods along as he heads over to his desk and pulls out two water bottles, handing one to y/n as he sits down beside them, the pair donning robes. Nothing but the finest cotton, of course. There’s a silence that overcomes the rooms, and Hongjoong welcomes it – y/n too, sinking into the plush cushions and eying the evidence of sex in the room.

And then Hongjoong breaks the three minutes of silence, because his mind suddenly craves an answer.

“Y/n, pet… do you think this will change anything?”

“Between us, you mean?” He nods.

“Well, you’re treating me the same way you normally do, I don’t exactly want to date you…seems pretty same-y to me.” Y/n reasons, but then they pause. “Though, the sex continuing would be a pretty nice bonus~”

Hongjoong laughs, “so our little relationship is on the dole then, is it?”

“Oh shut up, you.”

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Part 1

A/N: I really hope you will all like this story. It’s my first pretty long story (it will have around 10 parts, so stay tuned ;) ) that I’m posting here. You can also find the story on my wattpad account (username: tmrxlover_writer).

Pictures are from Pinterest, the filter is Cinnamon on Polarr.

Warnings: none

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Another day at Uni after he just scored his first La Liga goal . He was buzzing, but had to be on time for classes. He was sure the whole university will congratulate him. Being famous was difficult when you just wanted to be a normal student.

"Our boy Fermin is back!"

You looked up from your notes to see Fermin being congratulated by the whole class. People hugging him, patting him on the back. "Thanks man" he kept saying, trying to make his way to his place. He just wanted the class to begin so everyone could leave him alone. "Hey" he said, sitting next to you. "Hi" you replied quietly. Being the shy nerdy girl was bad enough when you were sitting near the hot athletic guy. You asked yourself multiple times why did he choose to sit near you in the first year. There were a lot of empty places, but he chose the second row in the front, exactly near you. "Anything that I missed?" He asked, looking at your notes. He always admired your beautiful handwriting and how organised you were, so he knew where to choose to sit at your first class together. Surely not the guy with only a piece of paper and a pen, but rather the girl surrounded by books, coloured pencils and a cup of coffee. He didn't have the balls to ask you to get coffee in the morning, even though he wasn't drinking it, he would offer to come along with you.

"Erm...not really. We talked about more practical stuff. I made some notes if you want to take a picture or something" you offered shyly. You never ever gave your notes to anyone because they were just some lazy asses who didn't care about anything, but you were here to learn. You wanted to be a physiotherapist. They were here just to get a diploma. Not Fermin though. He was passionate about the subject, even though he missed a lot of classes because of his packed schedule. You were willing to help him because he showed interest. And appreciated your work too.

"Thanks. Actually I had an idea, I mean a proposal" he said. "I'm quite behind with everything, so I was wondering if you'd like to meet somewhere and help me catch up? It's okay if you don't want to" he said nervously. Why the heck was he nervous? He scored his first goal in freaking La Liga and was nervous talking to a girl he's seen almost every day in 3 years. You thought about his idea, you wanted to help him, but you weren't the person to meet up in random places to study. You liked the confined space of your room and desk, and maybe the library or the coffee shop, when you had to do computer work.

"I don't want to sound... uhh... like I'm inviting myself" he said blushing as if reading your mind. "But I can come to your place, if that's okay with you". "I... uhh" you rambled on, but the professor was already in class, ready to read one of his boring presentations for 2 hours. You barely paid attention to what he was saying, debating whether to accept Fermin's idea or not, while drawing random patterns on your copybook. Fermin noticed you zooming out so he scribbled something down on his own copybook. He nudged you so you could read what he wrote.

It's okay. It was just an idea :)

You shook your head, writing under his: we talk after the class.

For the rest of the class, you took notes, while Fermin tried paying attention, but his mind kept drifting off somewhere else. What if he overstepped with all this I-can-come-to-your-place-to-study thing and you would think he's weird? He face palmed himself for that, but you were his only hope to pass the exams this semester. The professor finally ended the class and you started packing your bag. Neither of you spoke until you were out of the class.

"Listen I—"

"It's okay if—"

You both stopped mid sentence and chuckled. "You first" he encouraged. "So, I think it's okay for you to come. I live alone anyway. Just tell me when it's okay with you". Fermin couldn't believe what he was hearing. You never ever invited someone over and he could respect that it was your safe place and he didn't want to intrude. "Are you sure it's okay?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay, let me see. Actually I'll text you the day before because I'll have some recovery trainings and I'll be free to come" he said. "I know it's difficult to put up with me" he chuckled nervously. "It's okay. It's not like I'm a party animal or anything" you said. "Okay... I'll let you know soon. Bye. And thank you" he said, climbing into his car. He thought of offering you a car ride, but maybe it was too much overstepping in one day, so he just waved at you and you waved back to him.

When you arrived home, you thought about this day. What the heck was today? Of course you gave him your notes pretty often, but him to come here to study? That was a whole new level.

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[rrainydaydreams]

EPIC: The Ithaca Saga

Well, we’ve done it. 2 years since the release of the Troy saga, numerous ups and downs, incredible amounts of effort from all sides, and a story that won’t ever be forgotten, EPIC: the musical has finally been completed. The Ithaca saga has recently been released on Apple Music and YouTube, and after I post this it should be out on Spotify too. Spoilers below!

The challenge

First things first, Penelope’s voice (Anna Lea) is absolutely incredible. The fat that she recognises that the storm so close to Ithaca is normal just goes to prove how intelligent her character is as well. The way that her voice fits so well with the suitors as they join in fills me with joy, as well as the line “I’d rather die, than grow old without the best of you”.

The way she sings waiting while referencing Odysseus is beautiful, and I also noticed the fact that the suitors call out her name and she completely ignores them.

Hold them down

It is NOT fair that the villains in this story have such amazing voices. Also, the urge to start singing about telemachus’ birthday is strong. It started playing in my head the first time I listened before I remembered that this is was literally the official song.

The ending of this song was crazy too. Like Jorge??? The level of details put into the music and sound effects??? If you listen closely, when Antinous sings ‘soul’ at the end, you can hear Odysseus string his bow, and the end is just haunting! Odysseus didn’t even bother to reveal himself or let Antinous finish before killing him!

Odysseus

I wanted to start by saying that the title of this song is interesting. What song titles in EPIC are just singular names? Polyphemus and Scylla, who also happen to be the ‘bad guys’, and who’s goal is to kill. We also have the suitors chanting Odysseus’ name in the same way Polyphemus’ name was. Next thing: how did Athena convince Ares to let Odysseus go? Bloodshed.

Something else that people in the comments mentioned was that Odysseus learned from his mistakes. He aimed for the torches (Scylla), split them up (like Circe did), attacked them while they were unprepared (from Polyphemus), and was ruthless like Poseidon.

I can’t believe (actually I can) that the suitors had the nerve to ask for mercy. Odysseus shut them down pretty fast though! And once again, they thought that they could take on Telemachus. Don’t they know he also has people ready to protect and help him?

There’s also the line after the suitors ask for mercy where Odysseus says ‘my mercy has long since drowned’ that I wanted to point out because it’s killing me. Yes, the same way that that Polites reference is. Odysseus heated ‘open arms’ and shot that suitor down while grinning like a mad man, I just know it.

These people also noted down the different motifs and references to previous songs, if you wanted to listen out for that:

I can’t help but wonder

THATS RIGHT, TELEMACHUS/ODYSSEUS REUNION BABYYYY. On a less cap-locked note, this song really tugs on my heartstrings. They’re so soft together, murder man and his puppy dog-eyed son <3333333. Unrelated, but I always find it interesting how other characters continuously refer to Telemachus and a child, boy, and other references to his youth despite him being an adult.

‘Used to say I’d make the storm clouds cry for you, used to say I’d capture wind and sky for you’ bawling my eyes out brb. I’m imagining this scene with them both teary eyed while covered in blood by the way.

I also can’t comment on this song without mentioned Athena. I love that Odysseus can still tell when his old mentor is there. The acceptance in both of their voices showing that they know their relationship can’t go back to what it used to be, but there’s still a life to live even without each other is beautiful. I feel like Athena replying to Odysseus was her stretching out a olive branch (yes), and Odysseus accepted that in a way that he didn’t turn her down, but also offered another chance in return even if it wasn’t for him.

Would you fall in love with me again

Thats it. I’m done Jorge. Odysseus has proven over and over again that he’s ruthless, bloodthirsty, and a monster in earth, yet he still melts at the sight of his wife. That’s a real man right there folks.

When Odysseus asks Penelope if she would fall in love with him again, and she replies by asking what he did was an incredible display of their characters. She didn’t accept him straight away. She needed to know that they still had the trust in their relationship, the trust that she had in the man she fell in love with over 20 years ago.

When Penelope asked him to move their wedding bed it was scary in how quick Odysseus was to anger, but her fierceness quickly combatted that and brought him back down again. Is it possible for Odysseus to heal from his journeys? Maybe by her side.

We also have this comment that I thought was really well said:

Jorge rivera-herrans, Thankyou. I honestly don’t know what else to say. It has been a truly epic journey to see how far this story has come, all the way from the horse and the infant. You brought so many people together, people who would never have interacted otherwise, and EPIC: the musical will always have a special place in my heart.

[minhypen]

ANNOUNCEMENT

sooooooooo i'm here to say something after thinking a lot on it. but before that i'd like to apologise. to my blossom anon, because i couldn't post the minki compilation. the rough draft is ready but i couldn't expand it last week because my dad got hospitalised unexpectedly. i was busy cooking for my mom as she stayed in the hospital with him and only today, did my schedule get cleared up when he got discharged. but, even other than that, i promised a lot of things not just to dia but also to you guys but never actually got round to writing them. it mainly has to do with the lack of time after i started college, but even before that, i struggled to focus and procrastinated a lot and that's completely on me. i'm sorry. now for my main message, i think i'm gonna stop writing. this is a big decision, so hear me out a bit. around the beginning of 2023 was when i first created minyoung in my old diary. the year 2022 was the year i came to completely hate my real life, and imagining about minyoung was my only escape. which was why i'd spend more time daydreaming rather than planning or writing. then in 2023, my life got so bleak and boring due to my gap year after high school when i stayed at home, and my routine consisted of waking up, helping around the house, studying and nothing else. and that continued till september this year, when i finally started college. college was the fresh start that i'd always been waiting for, but didn't realise. and now, even though things aren't the best, i'm starting to enjoy life more and wanting to spend more time on improving myself in my studies and career. i've been sitting down on my laptop since this morning, trying to write, but my mind keeps itching to work on my seminar notes instead, even though i've blocked off enough time for all of it. so i'm just gonna follow my heart and mind, and focus on what excites me, because writing for minyoung doesn't seem to anymore (even though, i've barely just started). my account and dia's blog stay on blr without a doubt, and i will come on here to read fics probably, but i won't be posting till i feel like it yet. sorry for everyone who was hoping for the next chapter, but it's not gonna be out anytime soon. and for my own good, i hope i never feel the need for this escape in my life again, because unlike other writers here on tumblr who write as a hobby, writing is just a distraction for me that swayed my away from my real life goals. wishing everyone who sees this and knows me, the best, because y'all have been nothing but sweet to me. i wish you all find what you need in your life, and live to the fullest. i love you all so much. this is not goodbye, so come talk to me in my inbox or ask for my discord if you'd like to keep in touch. i'll answer my asks tonight <3 much love, your moonie.

[riaspeaks]

ALL MINE e.w.

as promised here is part one of my streamer ellie fic all mine!!! pls note the second part of this will have smut so it won't be out fo a while until i feel comfortable enough to post it!!! also very sorry it's short but when summer comes expect all your request to be answered next week is my last week of school so very very soon

cw: sulky jealous gf,slightly toxic ellie, domestic ellie, hinted smut but not any actual smut

wc:901

You had grown very patient with Ellie over time but the truth was part of you still wanted nothing more than to have her attention 24/7. However, you knew that wasn't possible so here you were sat in the living room with your shared cat while Ellie on the other hand was in her “office” basically just where she streamed from. You could hear her shouting about whatever video game she was currently playing.

Over the past couple of months, Ellie had grown quite a lot. She deserved these followers and more. she had grown to almost one million followers on Twitch and had a few thousand subs. From this, she started to gain more money which she was more than happy to spend on you. She had always loved to spoil you but now it was like times ten.

You grabbed your phone lifting yourself in the slightest trying not to disturb the cat.9:48 Ellie had been live for the past three hours. you decided to be a little nosy by opening the Twitch app and clicking on her stream. She was talking to someone more specifically a girl. You usually weren't the type to get jealous but you could tell by just hearing the way she spoke to Ellie that she liked her or more likely wanted to fuck her.

“Ellieee” the girl whined. They were playing Minecraft and you immediately recognized this as the world she would continuously stream on. “We have to put our beds together,” she said with a hint in her voice you understood as infatuation. This was your final straw. Ellie wasn't even saying anything at this point she just continued building the girl's house while humming in response to her. Her camera showed her with a slight smirk.

She knew you were watching. Ellie always loved it when you got jealous. You didn't have it this time you knew how this would end if you stormed into her room and acted like a brat. It would end with you bent over her desk while she fucks you and reminds you that she only wants you, And in all honestly you would love that but you wanted more this time you knew you were being greedy but you didn't care.

This time she was the one jealous. So instead of storming into her room and interrupting her, you walked over to your bedroom. Taking out a pretty flowy dress that had a nice flower print on it. Slipping out of your PJs you let your pants fall to the floor while slipping on the dress and also putting on some shoes. Grabbing your phone off the counter you quickly texted Ellie “60k viewers congrats babe” This way she would know you were watching.

Taking the pasta out of the cabinet you began preparing dinner for your girlfriend. Your phone is abandoned on the kitchen table. After around 15 minutes you heard your phone buzz. Usually, she wouldn't take this long to answer even if she was streaming. Grabbing it you quickly opened it “Didn't know you were watching” You could practically read the smug look on her face.”. You quickly type back “I tuned in for a little “It was a simple message but Ellie got the tone understanding that you had heard her and the girl talking.” I can end it now if you want?” she said. At this point the food was ready you took the spoon stirring it for a moment thinking of what to say.

Suddenly you heard the door open. Turning your head in the slightest trying to seem casual you untieing your frilly apron that you had put on earlier. Your goal of feeding into Ellie’s fantasy about you being her housewife seemed to be working.” you ended already” you said with a small pout on your lips. Ellie wasn't gonna fall for this she could tell that pout was fake you were happy she had ended her stream earlier than intended. She had been on hour four by the time she ended and you weren't very happy about so you intended to do something about it.

You whipped yourself so you were pressed against her with your hands on her chest looking up at her with innocent puppy eyes.” it's not my fault you were too busy flirting with some girl” you huffed dropping your shoulders. Trying your best to not let the tears welling up in your eyes show themselves. Ellie took notice of this snaking her arm around your waist and pulling you closer if even possible.” was my baby jealous?” she questioned with a smirk that made you feel even more stupid for feeling like this.

Suddenly the tears started spilling out and you tried to push yourself out of her arms in embarrassment. Ellie didn't like this so she pushed you back into you. Lifting your head by your chin she looked you in your eyes “Babe it's not my fault she wanted me” She said you knew it was true ever since you had met Ellie girls had been all over her always managing to make you jealous. Ellie knew this and she always reminded you that you were the only one she wanted. Sometimes she liked to have a little fun with it though because honestly what's more fun than making your girlfriend jealous than fucking her senseless?

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Hi Cats Tumblr People,

So I heard you like pics.

Please bear with me (AND TEACH ME) how Tumblr works/if I'm doing it wrong! I'm literally the "How do you do, fellow young people?" meme. Our Etsy is linked (unless I messed that up!) Right now it's bare (LOT of work and VERY old photos in the banner) but we'll be posting some cossies soon that are ready to retire. Some of our prices sadly will have to rise (we undercharge honestly for the amount of time put into them... we just LOVE making them). Anyway...

These are our original designs. We have taken inspiration from different productions, from the US tour to Gothenburg to Australia to Japan, less UK because it gets the most attention and we like COLOR! but this is all us. Our goal is to a) have characters be recognizable and b) make swing unitards in palates that could pass as at least 3 characters for emergency. When our rentals go out, swing unitards go with them, and ultimately it's the director who decides what makes the final cut (so a less yellow Demeter for example--but we LOVE that one).

If we ever do a production of Cats with Chaz, you'll notice one in Red, White, and some Black (but mostly Red and White, with fan ears, that is a design David created and is Chaz's FAVORITE design of all time. Any time he does a show, if we're hired, that costume goes. Usually Electra, but any ensemble/swing kitty and can cover for Sillabub or in a pinch Bombalurina. Yuka wore it at Interlakes before she did Victoria on the last US Tour! You might notice an Admetus in tans and GREEN undertones--that was my design he loved. We also did the purple twins (which was vetoed and I said, "Okay" then did it anyway because I knew he'd love it, which he did!), and REBA Gumbie Tap Suit was completely mine (everyone thought I was out of my MIND when I started making it! Even David! Then the shoulder pads came, and the belt, and tail, and BEDAZZLING!!! SO MANY RHINESTONES!!!!) Our Misto coat lights up but we still have a lot to learn about arduino since we'd eventually like to make it blink to music. The Misto coat is also created to fit a multitude of sizes, basically the theatre using their department for alterations since we make use of stretch fabric. I've known Bronson for almost as long as Chaz (he even designed my author website!!!) so when I saw him cast, I showed him his costume (a much, much browner/redder Gus than most see--I was serious about liking color) and let him choose between two coats. He said he wanted pants and we went, "NO! PANTLESS PRODUCTION!" because we thought he was joking! We didn't realize... HE REALLY WANTED PANTS!!!! SORRY BRONSON! So shout out to Wichita for making him pants! LOL!

There is a HUGE joke about Tumble thirsting for Tugger more than the girls so you'll notice that with the Tugger ABOUUUOUOUOUOUOUOUUUUUUUUUT THAT.

Hope that's of interest! And no, I'm not procrastinating on edits when my agent deadline is Sunday. Haha... ha... ha... ha... ha... Sera, if you're reading this I PROMISE I'M WORKING OKAY??? I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOT ON BROADWAYWORLD!!!

We also saw some comments about casting in general and some confusion/questions about different dancers doing different parts (Alonzo vs Plato). Would anyone be interested in learning more about the casting process in general and things that directors/choreographers need to take into consideration? Please note, I will not discuss ANY performers we work with. Ever. All are extraordinary and these are tough calls that aren't easy to make and based on other factors, including the ensemble at large, and sometimes huge changes are made.

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Fic Recs: Smut

Tohru/Kyo - First Time

i like my body when it is with your, by littlerosette E | Novelette A girl, a boy, and the evolution of desire.

Learn How to Knock, by BringBackMaes14 E | Short Story Tohru lives in a house with three guys, and she's hardcore crushing on Kyo. She uses what little privacy she can get to "take care" of herself, but it's not unusual for one of the boys to burst in when she needs them least. Or perhaps, most.

Melting, by vylias E | Short Story But as Kyo pressed his lips against hers, Tohru could tell that this time felt different. This one was somehow filled with more urgency and fire than all the previous kisses that they had shared.

Rainy Days and Alone Time, by BringBackMaes14 E | Short Story Kyo becomes comfortable being with Tohru while he's in his cat form, so they stay together and nap on rainy days, which leads to them sharing a bed, which leads to them dating, which leads to other things...

(note: many of the longfics, series, and oneshot Collections also cover their first time)

Tohru/Kyo - Longfics

A Mandatory Attraction, by cithara0211 E | WIP | also AU Government Quarantine is in effect! For 14 days, Tohru only has two things on her mind: her art and her hot new neighbor, Kyo. And Kyo has only one goal: finally making Tohru his

Always Only You, by cithara0211 E | WIP | also AU Finally back after being gone from nearly three years, Kyo enters his senior year ready to fix the mistakes he made that one summer. And upon seeing Kyo again, Tohru promised herself she would stop running from her feelings. Are they prepared for the crazy new desire eating at them?

inertia, by miss_coverly (series) E | Short Story | also angst a Kyoru friends with benefits AU

The Last One Cursed, by cithara0211 M | WIP | also drama & romance The life of a college musician is a rough one. Add in a partially broken curse and an unexpected attraction to his new roommate, and this new semester back in Japan might be more than Kyo could have ever expected to find for himself.

Sweet Disposition, by truthwallflower E | WIP Tohru wants Kyo and Kyo wants Tohru. Too bad neither of them know how to go about it. A story of how Kyo overestimates Tohru's naivety and of Tohru remembering Kyo being disappointed in her. Even relationships that have faced millennia-long curses aren't impervious to misunderstandings.

Tohru/Kyo - Kyo Alone

fantasize. E | Short Story Kyo’s mind runs rampant after seeing Tohru in a bikini for the first time.

forbidden fruit, by ArtificialFlavorz E | Short Story He watches, jaw set, as Tohru scribbles some numbers across the paper, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger absentmindedly, and tries not to picture how it would look wrapped around his hand, her neck arched backwards in pleasure. He decides he cannot blame Adam for the bite that expelled him from Eden.

Grasp, by sparklyfaerie M | Short Story As it turns out, living with a girl is dangerous.

My Hands on You is Just a Fantasy, by unscheduledmakeouts E | Short Story He likes exercising, it helps clear his mind. When it’s just him and the trail, high-tempo music pumping in his earbuds, he feels free. The steady rhythm of his feet hitting the dirt grounds him, reminds him that he’s strong and focused and capable. When he gets back home, Tohru is on her knees.

Tohru/Kyo - Series & Oneshot Collections

Everspring, by f3tid E | WIP Truthfully, the season and the weather are inconsequential. When they are together, it is always Spring.

This Air is Blessed, by KyoDoodles E | WIP | also humor A series of short, sweet and steamy post-canon fics about Kyo and Tohru’s life together.

Tohru and Kyo's Amorous Adventures, by OnigiriCat4Ever E | WIP Explicit pieces from the canon continuation series 'Always and Forever'

Tohru/Kyo - Everything Else

Eating Out With Your Wife, and Other Spousal Pleasures, by inheritanceofgeek E | Short Story | also humor Kyo and Tohru have been married for six months and their relationship has never been stronger or more fulfilling. Yet their previous ignorance to sex means that some things just never occur to them... Luckily for Kyo, his new Dojo just happens to have a happily married lesbian woman visiting who is more than happy to pass on some advice on the subject.

Fanning the Flame; Waking the Animal, by TripleTyrant E | Short Story Kyo is incredibly gentle, and Tohru wonders what she'll have to do to spark the fire she knows is in his heart.

Heaven, by vylias E | Short Story Tohru swallowed before slowly sliding herself off of Kyo’s lap and down onto the floor in front of the couch. Nestling herself in between his legs, she held his eyes as he watched her start to reach for his belt. Then she saw his breath catch and realization dawn on his face.

ignite it, by littlerosette E | Short Story Things get heavy between Kyo and Tohru in a storage closet.

Orgasm Struggles, by fishcalledwanda E | Short Story Tohru has never had an orgasm before. Kyo explores several ways to increase her pleasure, but eventually, it is Hanajima who comes to the rescue.

remedies for when you're feeling weak, by chicanerywrites E | Novelette It struck Kyo, in that very moment, that Tohru wasn’t blissfully unaware at all. The look in her eyes was permission and trust and maybe a little bit of want and so, with that fleeting thought, his lips covered her fingers too.

Kakeru/Yuki

at least i got you in my head, by yunsohno E | Short Story | also angst Yuki and Kakeru go to a party. Yuki wants things to be a bit more.

august, by reconquer M | Short Story “I’m hungry,” Kakeru says. “What about you?” “I guess I could eat,” Yuki mutters. “Well, good,” Kakeru grins. “Because it’s your turn to cook.”

desiderium, by tessohma M | WIP | also hurt/comfort & romance desiderium - an ardent longing or desire. A Yukeru friends with benefits AU.

did you know that frogs don't have ribs or diaphragms, by yunsohno E | Short Story Yuki and Kakeru have sex. And then they talk about frogs.

If I Ever Feel Better, by reconquer M | Short Story “You can crash here, it’s not a big deal.” “You seem too happy about this,” Yuki mutters. “Of course! I get to have a sleepover with my best buddy.” Kakeru winks at him and Yuki kicks the inside of his thigh again. Like he said. Hell

Kyo/Yuki

A Pretty Orange Color, by AnimeliaRose E | Epic Novel | also angst, drama, fluff & romance Yuki and Kyo end up spending some time alone together at the lake house, when they realise there is a fine line between love & hate.

How Can I Thank You, by SharkFairy77 E | Novella | also fluff As Kakeru's best man, Yuki has him and Maki over for a celebration dinner. Kyo, the loving boyfriend that he is, even agrees to cook… However begrudgingly. At the last minute, Kakeru asks if he can bring his sister Machi (Yuki's ex) along to dinner.

I Thank My God Every Time I Think of You, by GioGioStar E | WIP | also angst & drama Yuki Sohma was raised as a young Catholic to hate himself for his "sick feelings" while Kyo is the wild child. But when they cross paths, can they help each other in the important lessons both need or will their attempts have the ability to shatter their lives?

The Pursuit of Repeating History, by RiddleAfar E | Epic Novel | also angst, drama & romance In their third and final year of high school, Yuki and Kyo learn the hard way where their zodiac spirits end and they begin. *technically unfinished, but reaches a satisfying end and only has 1 chapter left (I think an epilogue?)

What Do You Want? by SharkFairy77 M | Novelette | also angst & hurt/comfort Akito tells Yuki about the bet a month into his relationship with Kyo.

Machi/Yuki

Broken Parts Made Whole, by inheritanceofgeek E | Novelette In which Yuki is an unrepentant bastard, and Machi gets the orgasm she deserves.

Helping Hands, by inheritanceofgeek E | Short Story Recently, Machi has been incapable of achieving orgasm. She decides to try out a new Sex Toy, but not even a Love Egg is up to the task! Luckily for her, she has the most patient and supportive boyfriend. Even if he is an arsehole 80% of the time.

Her Favorite Place M | Short Story As much as Yuki had always wanted to rid himself of the curse, once the bond had finally broke, life was… Lonelier than Yuki expected it to be. A lot lonelier. With the major exception of when Machi stayed over.

I'll Change My Routine (If You'll Hold My Hand), by DeathByFallenStar M | Short Story | also angst Machi goes to visit Yuki at college, mostly because she misses him.

like the flowers and the bees, by me E | WIP | also Momiji/Hiroshi, Saki/Kyo In a world without Tohru Honda, three couples explore intimacy as they fall in love, process their grief, and deal with the many twists and turns of life.

Mess, by Enjolchilles E | Flash Fiction Machi fantasizes after Yuki and Kakeru help her clean her room.

Other

I'll Be Ready, by OnigiriCat4Ever E | Hajime/Mutsuki | Novelette Four months have passed since Mutsuki kissed Hajime and told him he loved him; four months have passed since Hajime said it back. For Hajime's sake, the two of them have been taking things slowly, but Hajime is finally feeling comfortable enough to try a little bit more.

like the flowers and the bees, by me E | Momiji/Hiroshi & Saki/Kyo | WIP | also Machi/Yuki In a world without Tohru Honda, three couples explore intimacy as they fall in love, process their grief, and deal with the many twists and turns of life.

no one is lost, by emphasis E | Momiji/Ritsu | Short Story Momiji bumps into Ritsu at a gay bar.

Out to Play, by KyoDoodles E | Tohru/Haru/Kyo/Rin | Novella | also humor Kyo and Tohru are struggling to move their physical relationship forward, and they reach out to Haru for help. When Rin happily lends Haru to the couple during her weekend away, Haru becomes their Sex Sempai.

Spring Fever, by EmilNomel E | Tohru/Momiji | Novelette | also hurt/comfort Kyo is gone and a lonely Tohru goes to check on Momiji, who's home with a fever. But Tohru doesn't know that what Momiji has come down with is "Spring fever", thanks to his rabbit spirit wreaking havoc with his hormones. Momiji tries to keep her away, but once she arrives, the heat of the fever begins to overtake them both.

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Fic Recs Masterpost

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how does melony feels about dardanne

BIG OC LORE POST !!!

decided to drop the whole relationships here 😭

here are the most important characters and the evolution of their relationships during B1W1 and B2W2 (Dardanne, Mel, Ghetsis, Zinzolin, Rood, N, and Alder who becomes revelant in the end of B2W2 as N's new father figure and who keeps an eye on Rood and ex-plasma members)

I tried to make the relationships game accurate (some characters are missing because i feel like the circle is already pretty crowded (anthea, concordia and colress being the main ones i would need to add)) also n doesn't straight up hate ghetsis in the relationships because i feel like n is just way too good and forgiving to straight up hate ghetsis ? my poor lad n was ready to give him a new chance in pokémon masters ex

now for my ocs specifically,

About Dardanne :

Dardanne, who was a plasma grunt in b1w1, basically cuts all contact with Plasma at the end of b1w1 (more accurately, all of his friends who remained in Plasma, including Melony, threw him out of their life and went on hiding). He is seen as a traitor by Plasma, which is why his relationship with Ghetsis, Melony and Zinzolin sour a lot.

Being very scared of relapsing in the cult that is Plasma, Dardanne is fearful of Neo Plasma members. Dardanne went through some really bad conditioning and he knows how easy it is to take advantage of his slowly healing mental health

On a more positive note, he is a friend of Rood now. They both feel betrayed by Ghetsis and Neo Plasma.

He finds support in Alder, because Alder kind of adopts everyone at some point.

He bonds with N a lot over b1w1 (Dardanne being one of the grunts who follows N around while he gathers the badges around in Unova) and by the end of the adventure, they are best friends bordering on romantic interest. N disappears for two years after Ghetsis's plans are uncovered. When Dardanne and N meet again during b2w2 they quite literally just pick up where they left off lol. Dardanne understands N's need to discover the world and be free, and N understands that Dardanne needs solid elements in his life to rebuild himself. These two just need a happy ending in which they can heal ok

Now specifically with Melony, they start as bff in b1w1, but their friendship comes to an end when Dardanne refuses to side with Ghetsis. This upsets Melony greatly, who immediately starts disliking Dardanne and considers him a traitor to Plasma / Neo Plasma. During the two years between b1w1 and b2w2, Melony's opinions become more extreme and he outright hates Dardanne for being a coward and a traitor. Because Melony is in Ghetsis's echo chamber full time during b2w2, his opinions quickly go from "Dardanne is a traitor and we can't trust him anymore" to "if i get my hands on Dardanne, i'll have to eliminate him"

About Melony :

Melony is completely different from Dardanne, Melony is BAD, like really BAD. Melony is a plasma grunt, and immediately sides with Ghetsis in b1w1, even after learning that Ghetsis's true goal is just to gain power. Of course this decision forces him to cut contact with Dardanne, with whom he was close friend.

Melony is a ride or die follower of Ghetsis to a scary level. At some point Melony ends up finding some comfort, and maybe even some happiness, in following Ghetsis, because he feels like his life finally means something, because Plasma and later Neo Plasma intends on changing things on national level. Melony feels a sense of grattitude and closeness towards Ghetsis because of that, and will often talk to him as if he was a friend rather than his boss. Melony already feels adoration for Ghetsis in b1w1, and has genuine feelings for him at the end of b1w1. During b2w2, with the numbers of Neo Plasma grunts and allies dwindling, Ghetsis gets closer to Melony, whom he starts to consider as a genuine friend, someone he can trust and confide in. By the end of b2w2 they just have a weird situationships going on. They will never actually say they are together, but they act like a married couple

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2024 writing retrospective (shamelessly copying dex, sorry. ur an icon)

i posted something every month of this year ! which is not something i set out to do but once i realized i was halfway through i had to see it through (<- guy whose biggest motivator is committing to the bit)

one takeaway from this was the value of just sitting on a fic for a few weeks… i always want to post as soon as a thing’s done, while i’m still riding the high of completing a project, but giving myself time and distance to edit is good, actually. whoda thot

also confirmed the value of setting arbitrary deadlines - birthday fics were also great for this lol - these days i've set sunday as a soft, rolling deadline (if it's not ready by this sunday i'll wait a week (so i'd better finish it))

bit of a grab bag year in terms of fandoms and pairings, and that was really fun for me !! there are some i’d like to return to if i can think of a new angle (yaoqing trio) others i might leave behind (i think covid erased argenthill from my brain)

also a year where i challenged myself a little and - probably because i posted so regularly - feel i’ve improved a bit

singularity was tough to string together but through the sort of episodic format i got better at writing little chunks. linger a little longer was like puuure character study, very scary. i feel like i have a middling understanding of action but gunfights - instead of swordfights or hand-to-hand - were a challenge in hard feelings

all the king’s horses was a sort of surreal experience. the basic idea and structure came together quite suddenly but it was difficult to write in the limited time i gave myself. also funnily a return to form for me (used to only write angst lol) while at the same time felt very different from my usual

more and more i enjoy writing longer, sillier fics, which are much harder to write than pwp and simply do not do numbers in the same way lol. this is fine - i write for myself first, & i've been writing porn longer so ofc it's easier and probably better - but it has meant that i appreciate comments more and more all the time :~)

coincidentally began and ended the year reading books about writing:

Consider This is very much a how-to guide with practical advice that was interesting and thoughtful. got me thinking about form/organization

Track Changes is a history of word processors that made me think about how my own creative process is irrevocably tied up in specific technology. really cool read

wips i’m carrying into the new year: kaeluc royalty au (still), olympic year (yes, still), welt/caelus/dan heng + whipped cream (...)

ideas i’m starting the year off with: ryudate 5+1, singularity sequel, kaeluc outsider pov, chiscara!!!

i’m very excited to finally take part in a ship week (nsfw akishinji week) which is something i’ve wanted to do for literally years. yippee!!

as always, a goal for this year is to write more comments on fic + art, it's just a muscle i'm always working on

i’d still like to write more for/with others - requests are fun but i get very few... is it weird to request requests ?

my other goal for the year is really to uhh write less. sad. gotta make the diss work a priority

these liner notes are excruciating to write but i think after 2 years i'll stick w them a little longer. they're good practice in organizing and expressing my thoughts

i hope it's a yaoiful year for all !!! see u in march <3

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Bonded: Chapter Three

A/N: I know I am posting these back to back here on Tumblr, but this is the final chapter that I have ready for publish at this time. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 3.8K+

Chapter Two

Weeks of blood, sweat, and tears had turned into a massive success. The turn out even greater than you had thought possible. The upper officials of the Order who were able to be in attendance were thoroughly shocked at the accomplishment. 

Putting it bluntly, no one, including yourself, had extremely high hopes of how it would go. There was not one single declined invitation from the supporters or those stuck in between, of course, those opposed to the Order were not in attendance, but you knew it would only be a matter of time.

The work you had put into persuading those weary of the true changes and goals of the Order by utilizing those in support and personally speaking to them as much as you could manage meant your supporters grew immensely that evening. Now it was up to them to return to their home planets, spread the word around the galaxy to their neighbors and friends. 

It would take no time at all. This also meant that your name was spreading like wildfire with the news. It had been said that the event was of your doing, even more surprising that you were in attendance, making rounds and speaking to everyone you possibly could. 

A new type of person in the Order. One that cared about these planets true wellbeing, swearing that if they backed the Order and their mission, the Order would back them in return. It was a good deal to many. So good of a deal that with each person you spoke to, an invitation was extended to you. 

With Kenzo touring the gala with you all evening, he constantly was writing down planet names, organizations, leaders whose names you would never be able to remember on your own, the list ever growing for your travels. 

It was thrilling to say the least. 

Earning praise from fellow members of the committee for a job well done. You had only just begun. Your own plan falling right into place. Having decided after speaking with Kylo that one night that you were going to climb the ranks, forcing him to give his ear to you. He would have no other choice but to after seeing the commendable work you were doing. 

You knew that with your name spreading the way it was, you were no longer viewed as the pretty dimwitted princess who had been married off to the Supreme Leader. No, you were a diplomat. Recognized for your distinction and integrity, intelligence up to a degree no one expected from you across the Order. 

You were the Empress. 

Planning to put the title into use for yourself. Knowing if you believed in it, he would eventually as well. Once he did, all would. Making real change and impacting many in ways no one thought you would be able to do. A sense of pride bursting within your chest as eyes widened at your committee meeting. Going through the ever growing list of planets you were to travel to. 

“Excuse me, Supreme Leader, but I will need to reference my notes in this meeting. It is far too many to recall from my memory alone.” A small smile permanently gracing your lips at the small dig that only he would know about. His mask bored into the side of your face from his seated position, not truly believing you were going to be going on this tour.

Believing it all to be for show. General Waylan chimed in before the Supreme Leader could. “My goodness, Empress. You will be traveling for the foreseeable future with a list like that. Is that all from the gala last week?” Nodding with a smirk, your hands folded on the cool black table. 

“Yes, General, it is. For those that were in attendance, they witnessed firsthand how immaculate of an audience we had. I spoke with more than I can recall about what they could offer us in exchange for Order protection. They all agreed with the Supreme Leader and Order’s mission. We are doing quite well. 

“I will be traveling to each of these planets, in due time, to begin discussion with them. It is quite exciting.” There it was again. A blinding migraine, that causes you to grow dizzy, immense pain riddling your skull. You knew what it was from.

Lack of rest. Utterly exhausted with how much you were moving and handling on a daily basis. Unable to recall the last day of rest you had indulged in. Your poor ladies in waiting, Calista in particular, were tasked with splattering you in any face makeup they could to make you appear less dead on arrival.

With each passing day, the bags under your eyes grew deeper, eyes more bloodshot than before, brain fog like you had never experienced. The trouble came from the fact that you had no time to slow down. Far too much work to get done, but in the end, you knew it would be worth it. 

To top it off, these headaches or migraines, or whatever they truly were, were occurring more frequently. In meetings with the Supreme Leader, every time you had any sort of interaction with him, it never failed. Of course, it made you irritable, especially with the farfetched questions he threw your way.

Your encounters with Kylo were happening more often, meaning more arguments and spats. Typically, very kurt on his end, snarky on yours. You didn’t enjoy the way you couldn’t see his face, like staring into a robot day after day. Never a kind word or even a pleasant tone to greet you. 

Instead, that ridiculous visor stared at you and greeted you with the same modulated voice. It only sparked your distaste for him. Becoming quite certain as you gossiped with your ladies about how truly hideous and old he must be to have to hide behind that helmet every day. Not to mention the weight it must put on his head as well. 

Nearly every time you “spoke” with him, it was nothing short of a temper match between you two. Not pleased that he spoke to you like a scolded child and him not happy that you were testing him at every possible turn. Needless to say, the engineering and repair crew were working overtime.

One too many control panels and hallways destroyed in his fits of rage every time after you stormed away from him. The only person to ever do so. You decided when conversations were over, not him. He always watched as you would abruptly stop speaking, turn on your heel, and trudging off in the other direction.

It drove him mad.

Yet, he knew he could not do anything to you. Always having one of his Knights over his shoulder, advising him to not murder you in cold blood right then and there. However, what was new was arguments happening in committee meetings. 

Like today.

“It is a poor decision and one you need to think twice before acting on!” You shouted over him, “discussing” what needed to be done about a possible spy. “It is an unfounded accusation and rumor, Kylo!” A hushed silence fell over the room at the use of his first name.

You didn’t even bat an eye. General Waylan had never felt fear like that before. Ice running through his veins he was certain he was about to witness your beheading. The last official to address him so casually met a worse fate than that. 

Leaning towards you in his seat, you didn’t flinch. “Watch. Your. Tongue.” Hissed out, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at how preposterous it sounded through the modulator. Waylan spoke up before you could. 

“Supreme Leader, I will personally take this on to discover the truth. I will inform you of my findings as soon as I know.” He didn't look away from you, despite the head pain riddling you once more, you did not either. No one spoke another word, his chair flying backwards, your head tilting to meet his gaze. 

As he departed the room, lightsaber ignited, he immediately destroyed the paneling that had just been replaced days ago. Sighing, you met the eyes of Waylan as the others quietly filed out of the room. “You need to be more careful, Empress. He is unforgiving,” shaking your head as you gathered your materials, ready to head back to your residence, you spoke.

“He can do nothing to me. I am not the slightest bit worried or intimidated by him. He acts as a child does. Anger first, rationalization following. He knows I am right. Why do you think he is so upset around me? He despises knowing I am right when he is in the wrong. I’m just the only person not afraid to say so.”

Waylan shook his head, following in the direction of your residence, but parted at the lift. “I just worry for your wellbeing. Are you resting better?” Forcing a tight lipped smile, you lied. “Yes. These next two days I have nothing on my calendar so I can rest.” His hand patted your arm, turning to head towards his own quarters.

“I’m glad to hear it. I will not bother you then. It can wait until your break is over.” Stepping into the elevator you called out to him down the hall. “Thank you, Waylan. Have a great night.” You waved as he did too. 

Eyes shutting, tiredness seeped deep into your bones. Leaning against the cool metal of the elevator, you took a moment to calm your nerves. Despite the show you put on, you were apprehensive to speak up against Kylo.

The problem was you were the only one who had the gall to do it. You were fairly certain that the retention and death rate of First Order employees had plummeted since your arrival on the Supremacy. If that meant going toe-to-toe with him no matter what came out of his mouth, then so be it. 

Kicking your shoes off the minute your blaster door closed behind you, Tam and Layana stood there ready to get you prepared for your night. “Please tell me a bath has been drawn,” you despised the whiney tone that left your mouth, but you were far too exhausted to pay it mind.

Tamsyn removed your cloak, “Yes, Calista is in there right now.” Layana spoke up as she picked up your slippers from the floor. “Would you like me to put in your dinner request with chef Casimir?” 

Undressing as you walked down the hallway to your room and refresher you nodded. “Yes, something warm. Broth or soup of somesort. Ask if he knows anything to aid with sleep.” She nodded, turning back down the hall to find him. 

As you stepped into the warm refresher, Calista stood, the bath drawn exactly to your liking. “Empress.” She greeted, picking up the discarded clothing that pooled at your feet. Wasting no time, you slipped into the warm scented water. 

Sliding down as far as you could, the scalding tub was a warm reprieve for your aching joints. Layana returned moments after, a small teacup in her hands. “Casimir requests you to drink this tea before dinner.” She set it on the lip of the tub, your dripping hand grabbing the porcelain and bringing it to your lips. 

A moan of relief escaped you as the liquid settled in your empty stomach. Calista approached from behind, a damp towel draping over your eyes. “What is the smell on the rag?” You questioned, savoring the comfort it brought. “Lavender. It will make the bags and puffiness of your eyes reduce.” 

It went silent following that. Continuing to sip the tea brought to you, the occasional shuffle of the girls in the refresher and your quarters the only noise heard. You felt the knots in your neck melting, the ache in your lower back dissipating the longer you remained in there. Knowing you were going to look like a shriveled prune fruit, you didn’t care.

Honestly, you had no idea how long had passed, fairly certain you fell asleep, but you didn’t worry. With so many people around, if something were to happen they would be there instantly. “Empress. Your dinner is on your side table. Would you like to take it in bed or your lounge?” 

Layana’s calming voice was whispered to not disturb you. “Mmm, bed, please.” You grumbled out, knowing she would place a warm pot of coal in your sheets to warm it for you. Knowing you were perpetually cold on this horrid ship, research had gone into ways to keep you warm whilst aboard it.

Calista aided you in stepping out of the tub. One towel to dry, your robe on after, a calming lotion placed on your body, soft pants and shirt on, you climbed into bed. The fluffy mattress and pillows greeting you, demolishing the soup as it was the only thing you had consumed all day, you knew sleep was waiting for you. 

With the lights out, no one uttered another word. Tamsyn taking your used dishes, shutting all lights out, you drifted off into a wonderfully deep sleep. Not planning on waking until the end of day tomorrow. 

“Empress? Empress, you need to wake up.” The voice was echoing in your head. Unsure if it was a dream or not, you groaned, trying to return to the bliss you had been feeling just seconds prior. “Dove!” Tamsyn hissed, violently shaking you.

Eyes shooting open, you saw her worried gaze on her face. “Wha-what? What’s wrong?” She sighed, finally moving away from you, turning on a dim light and grabbing your robe. “General Waylan is at the door. He is requesting you immediately.” 

You didn’t wait for another word, letting her put your robe on, you slipped into your shoes and hurried out. “Waylan? What’s happening?” He was worried, he himself hardly dressed for this late night visit. 

Exasperated and out of breath from running here, he spoke quickly. “Empress, my apologies for waking you, but it is an emergency.” Shaking your head, you tried to smooth down your wild hair as best you could. 

“Nonsense. What’s going on?” Sighing, he was clearly flustered as he filled you in, your tired brain running on overdrive to catch up. “It’s the Supreme Leader. He is in a blind fit of rage. I have never witnessed him like this before.” 

Immediately hurrying out of your residence with the general, you two made haste to the committee conference room. “Stars above. Take me to him. What caused it?” As the elevator descended to the correct floor, he continued. “He is threatening to destroy Ralltiir,” shaking your head, you anxiously bounced between your feet. 

“No, no, no! That is an ally! A newly formed ally. He cannot do that. It will set us back and ruin everything. Why? Why does he want to do this?” Before Waylan could answer, you two stepped into the conference room. 

It was a blurred mess. Everyone arguing with one another, shouts echoing off the walls, Kylo standing there visibly shaking with whatever news he had received. You couldn’t hear yourself think as you looked around and tried to listen in on the arguments being had. 

Growing irritated as you tried to ask what was happening, but being ignored by them all, your voice raised, shouting in a way no one had ever heard before. “I will not ask again! What is happening with Ralltiir?” It went silent, your chest heaving with irritation. Voice strained from shouting as loud as you had. Noticing that even the Knights were present, you knew it was serious. 

One official spoke up to answer you. “The leader of Ralltiir has spoken horrid things about the Supreme Leader. Simply deplorable things. Stating he is using the alliance for his own missions gain. Which, might I add, is an act of treason!” Brow furrowing you raised your hand in his direction.

“Ridiculous. I have known King Alster for years, he would never say such things.” The Supreme Leader spoke up then. “You suspect I am lying?” Your head snapped in his direction, across the entire distance of the room, your blood boiled.

Jaw setting, teeth grinding, you spoke up. “Where do these words come from? Where did you hear this?” One of the general’s spoke up. “It is but a rumor! Something unfounded and reported by a lower class employee who has no authority or regard to discuss such matters.” He was tired and clearly worn out as he attempted to reason.

You could hear many sides as they entered the shell of your ear. We cannot let this go unpunished, there is no reason to destroy an entire planet and people for the acts of one man, we do not even know if they are valid, why would you question the Supreme Leader? It was endless.

In only a moment, the arguments resumed. The Supreme Leader turned towards one of them happening near him, lightsaber igniting. “You agree with them saying these things about your Supreme Leader?” Your hands shook as you yelled once more. 

“Enough! It is my responsibility to handle these regards. No action is to be done until I speak with King Alster myself! This is none of your duties or responsibilities. It lies with me! First thing in the morning, I will be on my transport to Ralltiir to speak with him directly and decipher the truth of these rumors. There will be no other plan or action taken!” All eyes were on you, attention commanded the entire room, Ren was the next to speak.

With his saber still ignited, he slowly stalked towards you. Anger unlike any other spoken towards you. “You believe your plans hold power over mine? I am the Supreme Leader-” without a waver of your voice, tone to match his you spoke over him. “And I am the Empress.” 

He halted, the next words instilling fear in every soul in there. “Everyone, but the Empress, leave. Immediately.” No one uttered a word, no one loosed a breath, they shuffled out in total silence. A standoff between the two of you. 

You broke first. “I do not wish to overpower you in front of the committee, but-” his regular course of action began. “Yet you do so without remorse.” Teeth grinding, the modulator hitting your ear wrong, you spoke. “Because this-” again, he spoke.

“To say you have the same amount of power and say.” Growing more irritated and angry, you raised your voice. “Simply because,” he did it again. “Your title means-” you finally bursted. Sleep deprivation, lack of respect, no remorse for any other being, that stupid mask, it all became too much.

You stalked towards him, shouting the loudest you ever had. “For kriffing sake remove that ridiculous mask when you speak to me!” Your chest heaved, trembling more present than ever before, you had reached your wits end. 

Of course, you expected that to be the last thing that ever left your mouth. Perhaps he would use his force magic to choke you like you had seen him do far too many times. There was the possibility of him using the saber on his hip to split you in half. Who knows, maybe he wanted to beat you to death with his bare hands. The possibilities were endless. 

What you did not expect was the hiss of his mask to sound in the room. Watching as the pieces separated, he lifted it off of him. The clunk of the heavy metal dull as it hit the table to his right. It was shocking, who you were met with.

A young man, possibly in his mid-twenties. Black long hair that nearly brushed his shoulders, a simple wave in the raven locks. Sharp features with an angling nose and pronounced jaw, not a single scar or mark on his fair complexion. Plush lips, set in a line, looking as though he had kissed a rose just before. Not a hint of emotion took over his face. Brown eyes staring into yours. Perfectly shaved, not a hint of facial hair on him. 

Only letting it falter you for a moment, you spoke again, calmer than before. Finally having a face to look at when you spoke to him. “If you would please listen. This is my job, my duty to the Order, to you. I know how to handle this in a matter in which it will work and resolve itself without creating turmoil throughout the galaxy whom we are trying to get on our side for your mission, Kylo. This will work, I assure you.” Not catching that you had addressed him by his name in such a calm matter, you watched as his eyes danced over your face. 

“And if it doesn’t?” The first time you had heard his own voice. Not garbled through a machine to mask it. Deep and smooth, completely the opposite of what you thought. All of him was. “Then it is my failure and will accept whatever reparations you decide for it.” 

You spoke without hesitation, maintaining eye contact the entire time. So close to one another, only a small book could fit between you both. Watching as his jaw twitched, his lips parted, never removing his eyes from you. “We will go with your plan, Empress.” 

With that, he placed his helmet back on, brushing your shoulder as he stalked out of the room. A shaky breath escaped you, pulling out a chair at the table, sitting down to calm yourself. Shaking ferociously, you needed to stabilize yourself. 

There was no chance you could process all that had just happened within that span of only sixty seconds. Blinking rapidly, you stood, smoothing out your robe, and turning to exit the room. The hall was packed, all members of the committee waiting for orders. 

Knowing that the Supreme Leader had just left, they waited to see if you would step out of there or if they were about to happen upon a massacre. Locking eyes with Waylan, his relief was palpable. However, no one was prepared for what you said next. 

“The Supreme Leader has agreed that my plan is the best course of action. My travel arrangements will be made promptly. I will be back the day after tomorrow, possibly longer if deliberations are needed. I will inform everyone of the outcome upon my return. That is all.” Jaws hung slack, some releasing breaths of relief, others storming off in their own rage.

Waylan smiled at you, shooting you a small wink before you yourself turned and made your way to your residence to prepare for your departure in just a few short hours. Triumphant that you had gotten him to listen to you. 

This was your chance to prove yourself to him in a way that would never present itself again if you failed. Failure simply wasn’t an option here. As your thoughts ran rampant about what needed to be done, Kenzo meeting you at your residence doors, Tamsyn already getting your bags packed, one thing slipped your mind.

It was the first time since your marriage that Kylo had used your title without sarcasm or discount.