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bitethedevil · 9 months ago

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Am i delulu or does raphael admire tav/durge? I know its him performing, but as gale says "inviting to dine with devil is devils equivilant of serenade and roses" and first scene where we meet him he does eye tav/durge througly from bottom to top. Also he says "im fan of your work" to durge. So idk?? It lowey feels like raphael is fond of us in game but i need proof/ professional analysis. [Ahem you are the professional mouse afterall heehee~]

He Loves Us, He Loves Us Not: What is Raphael’s Relationship with Tav/Durge?

*Puts on my little mouse glasses* I’m glad you asked. I’m summing up a few points that I have also written about in another analysis called ‘Raphael and weaponized mortality’, so if that sounds interesting, you can find it in my reading list.

Everything about Raphael screams wolf in sheep’s clothing (or a cambion in man’s clothing if you will). Here are a few points illustrating this:

Cambions naturally have a really predatory kind of stench to them because they are entirely carnivorous. Yet, he is described as a perfumed trickster who smells of cherries and sulphur, most likely because he is trying to cover up that smell.

Poetry, an art that is very dependent on nasty mortal concepts such as ‘feelings’, is something we know he uses a lot. He’s not really good at it and he even says it’s not his ‘main interest’ to Karlach in the second act. His theatrical nature and use of poetry humanizes him, and I think he is well-aware of this.

When you call him out as a devil in front of Mol, he says something about how she wouldn’t believe them anyway, ‘not with his angelic complexion’. We also know that Gortash’s parents sold him to a ‘warlock’ and that’s how he ended up with Raphael. I’ve seen multiple places that that warlock is supposed to be Raphael himself.

Now this all makes me believe that he usually does not reveal his true nature to his clients unless: 1) they’ve already signed, or 2) they are so utterly fucked that they have already reached the point of no return with him and are forced to take his deal no matter what.

Yet, he reveals his true nature to us from the get-go. Yes, one could argue that the tadpole-gang does fulfill option 2) according to him and that’s why he does it, but I think it could also be something else. I think he knows from early on that we are his best bet, so he chooses to lay out all his cards on the table and tries to build as much trust as he can from the beginning.

This is also the function of helping us with Astarion’s scars. Dealing with a devil when you’ve never dealt with one before? Scary. Dealing with a devil when he has proven once before to keep his word? Much less scary. He’s ‘grooming’ us for trusting him to keep his word with THE deal (and he gets to fuck over Daddy Meph by potentially robbing him of a lot of souls. Win-win.)

I think Gale is right on the money when he says that it’s ‘a devil’s equivalent to serenades and roses’. Raphael is like a bird or something. He’s showing off, charming us, but also reminding us that he is big and scary. Although despite the fact that he is big and scary ‘he simply wants to help us’.

He’s done his research and already knows everything about us, so he knows exactly how to play us. This is demonstrated in the comment to Durge in the beginning and the thing he says in Last Light if you tell him he knows nothing about you: “Don’t I indeed?.

I really think that we turn into an obsession for him at some point and that the lines between the obsession about the Crown and his obsession about us blurs. This seems definitely to be the case in his journals. I mean the poor guy has nightmares about us…

I also am so sure that he is not even trying to trick us into anything with the Orphic Hammer. He truly does believe that the Emperor is a threat to us. See this:

I DO think he admires us or at the very least is heavily rooting for us. I don’t remember the exact quotes, but Korrilla tells us in Sharess’s that her and Raphael made a bet about if we would make it to the Gate, and Raphael won that bet because we had. He really believes in our merry little band of idiots.

His reaction if we betray him is also very telling I feel like. Notice how his eyes widen for a moment before they narrow and say the ‘You’ line. He seems surprised. In that whole sequence he is obviously pissed, but most of all I also just get the feeling of a man that has been humiliated and who is angry that he had put so much time, work, and trust into us.

He says that ‘he is fond of us, in his way’ and that I completely believe. It might not be out of love or affection or anything like that, but he is as fond of us as a cambion can be of someone. We’ve grown on him, and he sees potential and use in us. We fascinate him and I’d even go as far to say that he respects us. I feel like even if you give him the Crown of Karsus and he gets to rule the Hells, he will not forget the people who brought him there. He would not flaunt the fact that he had mortals help him get the Crown, but I think that when he goes on his spree to fuck up the realms outside the Hells, Tav and gang would at the very least be spared or even given privileges in that new world order. Is that a bit fucked up? Yeah…But we have to remember what he is: a devil.

(Thank you so much for the ask <3 That became a long answer. I love to yap lol)

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amhrosina · 2 years ago

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Frank With An Inexperienced Reader

a/n: the request was for frank AND matt, but i haven't written matt's headcanons yet, so here's frankie-poo's for now

warnings: virgin!reader becoming notvirgin!reader lmfao, age gap, smut obviously, frank talks you through it, oral (fem receiving), fingering, the usual smut stuff, etc.

Frank would be hesitant at first when you ask him to take your virginity. You’ve done other stuff with him, but you’ve never gone all the way, and he’s nervous about taking that away from you.

Like you’re so much younger than him, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of you, but holy shit you’re so pretty and he can’t deny you anything so he just takes it really slow instead and gives you the power to choose when/where it happens.

You’re just as nervous as he is about it but for different reasons obviously. He’s so experienced and you’re the exact opposite and you spend at least a week freaking out about it before finally giving in and showing up at his apartment to be properly fucked.

When I say he takes it slow, I mean he takes it S L O W.

You’re trying to unbuckle his belt but you’re so nervous that you’re visibly shaking, so he gently takes your hands in his and kisses your fingertips and tells you to slow down for a second.

“Let me do this for you, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”

You tell him that you’re nervous because you want it to be good for him but you don’t know how to make it good for him.

He smirks and shakes his head. “You don’t gotta worry about me, sweets. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You’ll be perfect.”

He begins pressing unhurried kisses to your lips and jaw, gingerly making his way to your neck. You’re already so turned on that you can feel the slickness of your arousal between your legs.

He moves at an achingly slow pace, pulling your clothing off piece by piece, leaving kisses in the wake of his removal, until you’re standing in front of him in your underwear.

He presses sultry kisses to your nipples, softly flicking the nubs with his tongue because he knows you love it when he does that.

“Can I pull these off?” His fingers are resting on your hip bones underneath the fabric of your underwear. You nod your head eagerly because it’s Frank and you couldn’t imagine anyone else being this gentle with you.

When he lays you on the bed, spread bare for him, you’re still a little nervous. (He’s so big and you can see why people are afraid of him when he’s in Punisher mode but also like, he’s so dreamy).

Also if we’re basing Frank’s length off of the rumors about Bernthal’s, ummmm let’s just say the man’s very well endowed. This makes you even more nervous because WOW.

“We can stop at any time, okay? Just say the word and I’ll stop. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

You try not to groan at how incredibly sexy he looks reassuring you.

Frank knows it’s going to hurt, but he still wants to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for you, so he does everything in his power to make sure you’re nice and ready for him.

“Can I taste you, baby?”

When he buries his tongue in your folds, you quite literally can’t hold yourself together. You fall apart on his tongue not once, but twice before he finally relents and begins pumping a finger in and out of you.

You’re so wet that it easily slides in and out, and when he adds another digit, and another, you’re coming apart around him again.

When it’s finally time for him to push into you, you’re so blissed out in pleasure that your nervousness has subsided, but he’s still gentle and cautious.

You tense up almost immediately because it hurts, and he almost pulls out because he never wants to see that look on your face again (especially not because of him!)

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Just breathe, okay? It’ll feel good soon.”

Frank refuses to move until you give him a slight nod, hovering over you and kissing the tension out of your clenched features.

When the pain finally subsides and you ask him to move, he’s really really gentle with his thrusts even though he’s dying to pound into you.

He praises you the entire time.

“You’re so wet, baby.” “You look so good like this.” “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”

He’s always been an observant man, but watching you moan, writh, and arch into him is something he’d like to observe for the rest of his life (if you’ll let him)

When you come apart around him, you unintentionally clench around him and it takes everything in him to hold himself together.

When you ask him to fill you up, his thrusts stutter out of pure shock.

“Naughty girl. Who taught you that?”

You’re grinning up at him, blinking your perfect doe eyes, and he can’t tell if it's the hormones or the fact that he’s buried deep inside you, but he thinks he might have just fallen deeper in love with you.

You hold him close to you as he fills you up, and when he collapses next to you, you’re both blissed out and sweaty and in love and you feel warm and fuzzy about it all.

“Are you okay?” He’s concerned that he may have hurt you.

“Let’s do that again!” You’re not hurt in the slightest (lol).

Cue both of you giggling like teenagers.

Obviously Frank is an aftercare king so after he cleans you up, he runs his fingers over your skin in a soothing pattern.

When you ask if it was good for him, he’s quick to reassure you.

“It was perfect, baby. You’re perfect.”

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wwereaderinserts · 7 months ago

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Have two suggestions. If you don't use either it's okay.

1. Reader is besties with Rhea and she introduces them to Damien and they instantly click. Rhea has to warn her bestie that Damien isn't exactly the guy to fall for but it's to late. Damien is willing to change for the reader. (Smut/Fluff/Humor)

2. Rhea and reader have been friends for a long time due to their parents being long time friends. Rhea thinks Rhea would be a perfect fit for Finn but it's Damien who turns her friend's head. The friend is considerably older than Rhea and has been like a big sister to her. As for Damien it's love at first sight but it's also love at first sight for Finn. This causes tension between Damien and Finn but it's the reader who sweetly and gently let's Finn down and while it hurts he steps aside and it's Damien whom the reader chooses. (Fluff and Humor)

A/N: I did you one better, I might have tried somewhat merging the two the best I could instead!! Title: Reputation Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 2,305

“Look, I know you really wanted me to get to know Finn,” you sigh and look up at Rhea from across the small table, setting your drink down once you’ve taken a sip, “And don’t get me wrong, he’s an absolutely lovely guy, and I enjoy speaking with him, but…”

You trail off and slouch back in your seat, while Rhea does the complete opposite and leans forward, resting her elbows against the table. She quirks a brow at you and tents her fingers together, her curiosity piqued as she looks at you expectantly.

“But…?”

“Ever since you introduced me to Damian the other week…I don’t know. It just feels like me and him clicked right away. We’ve still been talking a fair bit over text and stuff, too.”

Rhea groans at this, her head hanging low for a moment before she snaps back up to look at you. If anything, she looks disappointed with this knowledge, though in the back of her mind, she’d already had an inkling that you’d come to find yourself in this exact situation.

Before you can even so much as fire any explanations or justifications her way, she holds a hand up, palm facing towards you as a clear sign for you to stop talking and listen to her instead. You comply without a second thought, bracing yourself for the incoming lecture from your best friend.

“God, I knew this exact bloody thing was going to happen,” Rhea huffs, lowering her hand before continuing, “I thought you and Finn would be perfect for each other, y’know? And as much as Damian is one of my best friends, I love him to pieces, but he’s not really the kind of guy you should fall for, trust me. I’ve told you this before. You’re one of my best friends, too, (Y/N). I’m just looking out for you.”

“Rhea, I hate to disappoint you, but it’s a bit late for that.”

You admit with a sheepish look on your face, much to Rhea’s dismay. Even though she’s already tried her best to deter you from Damian and send you in Finn’s direction instead, you can’t help how you feel about him. And you’re almost certain that her telling you that you shouldn’t pursue him has only succeeded in making you want him even more.

There’s still a pang of guilt that strikes you right in the gut when poor Finn comes to mind, though. He’s done nothing wrong per se, and you’d still be more than happy to remain friends with him if the feeling is mutual, but you know you need to do the right thing and tell him this sooner rather than later to avoid any potential hurt.

“I’m not saying too much, since it isn’t really my place,” Rhea begins, practically reading your mind before she swigs the last of her drink and tells you, “But if you’re not gonna pursue anything with Finn, you need to do the right thing and tell him so when they both get here. Because he and Damian have obviously spoken about you in conversation, and I don’t want it to start turning from bad to ugly.”

You inwardly curse yourself for the way your stomach flips at the knowledge of them, particularly Damian, talking about you. You also know that Rhea is absolutely right in what she’s saying, and you promise yourself that when they both get here shortly, you’ll pull Finn to one side and gently knock things on the head.

Another forty five minutes or so passes by, and you both catch sight of Damian and Finn walking through the door together to come and greet you and Rhea. Neither of you miss the way they both simultaneously light up when their eyes respectively land on you, and while the way Damian smiles at you sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, they’re soon stomped out by the feeling of dread at the mere thought of the conversation you need to have with Finn.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Rhea laughs as the duo pull up chairs at your table, with Finn sitting on your left and Damian sitting to your right. You greet Damian in the form of a smile and a brief hello, your eyes lingering on each other before you remember yourself, reluctantly averting your gaze to swivel in your seat and face Finn instead and leave Damian to converse with Rhea.

“I was lookin’ forward to seeing you today, y’know,” Finn tells you with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes visibly softening, “And everyone else, obviously. But mainly you.”

Finn nudges his foot against yours from under the table, and you let out a polite chuckle. Even though he’s not long gotten here, you decide you don’t want to put the conversation off for much longer, instead wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over and done with.

“It’s my round this time, right?” you ask your friends while standing up, turning to Finn, “Feel like helping me carry some over?”

Finn doesn’t give you a verbal response and instead follows you suit, rising up out of his own seat and heading over to the bar with you while Rhea and Damian hold the fort. Unbeknownst to you, Damian’s eyes don’t stray from your form as he watches you momentarily leave with Finn, a wistful sigh falling from his lips while Rhea shoots him a knowing smirk and a nudge.

“Hey, stay away from her.” she lightly teases him, but there’s also a hint of a warning in her words, “I’ve already told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not letting you break her heart.”

Damian shakes his head at the thought, tearing his eyes away from you to turn towards Rhea instead. He’s met with a raised brow and a scrutinising look, wordlessly daring him to plead his case to her.

“I know what I’ve been like with people in the past, but it’s not like that this time,” he sighs with a shrug, “I really like her, Rhea. Ever since you introduced us both, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. And I get why you’re unsure about it, I get that you’re looking out for her, but I promise you, I don’t want to fool around with her. I’m willing to change for her if she actually wants to be with me, y’know?”

Rhea takes a moment to consider his words, studying him for any signs to tell her that he’s being anything but genuine, but she sees no reason not to believe him. Damian’s gaze is unflinching, unwavering as he stares right back at Rhea, and she makes the executive decision to trust one of her best friends on this.

“Alright, alright,” she hums and defensively holds her hands out to Damian, “But I’m warning you again. You hurt her, break her heart, even make her cry once, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Rhea does it again, playing her threat off like a joke as she lets out a laugh, earning a chuckle from Damian, too, before they resume their regular conversation while they await yours and Finn’s return with the drinks.

Anxiety gnaws at you from inside out as you stride over to the bar with Finn, and you’re lost in your own mind, not even hearing a single word he’s saying to you as you both walk over. Your mind is racing, paranoid with how he’ll take the news, how he’ll react, if this is truly the right time and place to do this. Probably not, but the longer you delay it, the worst it’ll be for both of you.

“(Y/N)? Hello? You okay? You’re miles away.”

Finn eventually snaps you out of your thoughts, and you rapidly blink as you attempt to ground yourself. You lie to him, dismissing his concern before you give the bartender each of your drinks of choice, and you drum your fingertips along the edge of the bar while you try your best to muster both the courage and the words you want to say to him.

“Finn, I actually wanted to talk to you,” you lead with that, grabbing Finn’s attention, “I’d rather talk to you now than leave it until later in the night.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

Here we go, you think to yourself, Just let him down gently. You can do it.

“Before I say anything, I don’t want you thinking this is a reflection on you at all.” your hands tremble slightly, and you grip at the edge of the bar in an attempt to conceal it, “Because you’re a great guy, really. And I’ve really enjoyed speaking to you and getting to know you a bit better, but-”

“It’s Damian, isn’t it?”

Finn interjects, almost instantly figuring out exactly where the conversation is headed. Though he’d been holding out hope for a very different outcome, he’s been fully aware the entire time that his good friend has been interested in you, too.

Neither man had wanted to back down, which has created an air of tension between them both over the past few weeks, but you’ve ultimately ended up making the decision for both of them. Finn purses his lips into a tight smile, doing his best to hide the dejection that hits him like a punch to the gut, but you see right through it.

“Yeah, it…I think I’ve really clicked with him, and I really like him. I’m so sorry if I strung you along at all, I’ve only recently figured it out myself.”

You apologise, your voice barely a whisper, and Finn casts his gaze down to the floor with a single nod, seemingly signifying him conceding to Damian. He sighs and eventually looks right back at you, obviously wounded by your admission, but he swallows it down and puts on a brave face.

“It’s obviously not what I was hoping you’d say, but I kinda guessed it. He’s crazy about you, y’know.” he tells you, “If you want him, go get him. I’m not gonna get in your way now, promise. No bad blood or nothin’.”

Finn gives you another small smile, this one more genuine, and you feel a tide of relief wash over you now that you know things won’t be turning sour between you both. If anything, you sincerely hope that you can both remain friends in the near future.

“Thank you for understanding, Finn.” you smile back at him, “And for handling it all so well. Again, I am sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn interrupts you with a nod of the head towards your friends, still sitting at the table, “I’ll carry the drinks back. I think you should go talk to Damian, make his night.”

You hesitate for a moment, but you reach out and give Finn’s hand a brief, grateful pat before you approach Rhea and Damian once more. They both look slightly confused when you return alone, but before they can press you on it, you decide to dive in head first.

“Damian, can we talk for a sec? Please?”

You ask, and while Damian looks slightly surprised, Rhea is very quick to put two and two together. She rises up out of her seat, excusing herself to go and help Finn with the drinks instead to leave you two alone to talk.

You sit next to Damian, nerves threatening to get the better of you despite a few prior glasses of liquid courage in your system, but you force them down and face up to the situation at hand instead.

“Everything okay?”

Damian asks, his brows knitting together with concern, the tension only dissipating slightly when you give him a sharp, affirming nod.

“Yeah, yeah. All fine, just,” you clear your throat and swallow thickly before you take the leap, “I just had a conversation with Finn. I…pretty much told him that I’ve enjoyed getting to know him more, but…”

“But…?”

“I told him I’ve clicked with you better. And I really like you. And…and I know it’s a risk, because Rhea’s mentioned to me that you’re not really a settling down type of guy. But I can’t help how I feel, Damian.”

Your confession stuns him into silence. It’s definitely what he’s been hoping to hear, but that doesn’t make it any less surprising to actually hear it coming straight from your mouth. Damian lets out a chuckle, most likely in disbelief above all else, but he’s quick to fade it out and fight his case to you.

“Look, I know I have a, uh…a bit of a reputation,” Damian admits sheepishly, but he quickly turns solemn, “But I’m serious about you. I like you a lot, I like how things have gone so far, and I wanna get to know you even more. And I know it’ll probably seem like it’s all talk, I don’t know what Rhea’s told you about me altogether, but I can prove it if you give me the chance to.”

You want to continue to heed Rhea’s previous warnings, but despite yourself, you believe every word that Damian tells you. He’s given you no reason to doubt him so far. It’s not like he’s even attempted getting you straight into bed with him at all, and unlike what Rhea has told you about him and his typical patterns, he’s actually taken the time and effort to get to know you properly.

“Well, I’ll never find out if you’re all talk or not if I don’t give you the benefit of the doubt, will I?” you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting Damian’s as your mile wide smile mirrors his own, “But…yeah, I’ll give you a chance. I really want to see where this goes with you, Damian.”

#judgementalghost29 #damian priest x reader #wwe fic #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #priestxreader

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rollingsins · 2 years ago

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three's a crowd, part three

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au.

pairing: emma myers x reader, jenna ortega x reader

warnings: language.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: the love triangle continues to triangle. let me know your thoughts and what you want to see next!!

It’s awkward. The set is awkward.

Everyone can sense something is going on. Emma isn’t speaking to you. Jenna’s avoiding you. They’re both avoiding each other. You’d try and fix it if you could. But you have no idea what to do, who to turn to. The closest relationships you’d made in the short time you were on set were the very two people who’d got you in this entire mess.

Briefly, you consider calling your Mom. But you know there’s nothing she can tell you that you don’t already know.

You can’t have both of them, she sing-songs in your head, you have to choose.

It’s later that morning when Jenna ducks around the catering table to stop crossing paths with you, you see red.

You wait until she’s in her chair, script in hand before marching over to her and giving her a piece of your mind.

“Stop avoiding me.” You tell her, “It’s childish. You’re the one who told me you liked me. You don’t get to tell me that and then ignore me for days after. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Jenna blinks back at you.

She swallows.

“Alright.” She says, evenly, “That’s fair.”

You sit down next to her, not really sure of what to say. She seems to be in a similar predicament.

“Let’s not make things awkward.” She says, “Emma’s my friend, and so are you. I never should have said anything. We can just pretend like it never happened.”

“Is that what you want?” You ask, “To pretend like it never happened?”

“Yes.” She says, averting her gaze.

You cross your arms.

“Fine. It never happened.”

“So we’re friends?” She says, looking at you carefully, “Only friends.”

“Only friends.” You say. Ignore the way your heart twists at the thought.

And then you leave her sitting by herself to go shoot. Try to ignore her eyes on you, watching you go.

Your scenes today are with Hunter, not Emma, thank god. If he can sense you want to crawl into a ball and let the earth swallow you whole, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he sits down in the chair next to you and offers you a Twizzler. He’s not hungover today, and seemingly very happy about it. Then he, not so subtly, tries to pry an answer out of you.

“You and Jenna looked pretty cozy last night,” He says as he bites down into his candy, trying to sound non-committal, “Did something happen between you two?”

Only friends plays through your mind.

“No,” You lie.

Hunter furrows his brow.

“Huh,” He says, bites down on another twizzler, “Well, that’s good, because I think Emma really likes you.”

The agony doesn’t let up for the rest of the day.

You have no idea what to do. There’s a part of you that wants to find Emma, kiss her, tell her you’ll never look twice at Jenna again. And then there’s a part of you that wants to find Jenna. Do the opposite. You feel awful.

You don’t deserve either of them.

When shooting wraps for the day, you have half a mind to go back to your apartment and wallow in your own self-loathing. Hunter has other ideas.

“Let’s do dinner,” He says, arm around your shoulder, “Joy and I will cook. And no offense but you look like you could use a home-cooked meal.”

He’s referring to the dark circles under your eyes from your sleepless night.

“I don’t know.” You chew at your lip, uncertainly.

“Come on,” He presses, “It’ll be fun. I promise.”

What he didn't tell you, and you should have guessed it, is Emma is invited too.

You’re halfway to Hunter’s door, bottle of wine in your hands when you see her.

She sees you at the exact same moment. Freezes. Reluctance all over her face. You wonder briefly if she’ll bolt.

“Hey,” You say, voice quiet.

“Hey.”

You swallow, not really sure what to say.

“I’ll go if- if me being here makes you uncomfortable.”

She hesitates a moment.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to go.”

So you don’t.

Hunter plays the fool, dishes out the wine and leaves the two of you to talk while he no doubt goes to bother Joy in the kitchen.

It’s silent for a while, the two of you just sitting there, sipping your wine, Frank Ocean blaring through the speakers.

You want to say something, anything, but every thought that pops into your mind will no doubt sink you deeper into your grave. The grave you dug for yourself.

Finally, after a few painful minutes, Emma breaks the silence.

“Are you going to like, date her?” She asks. She sounds weird, voice too high. Like she doesn’t really want to know the answer, “Jenna, that is.”

You pause.

“I don’t think so.”

The conversation you’d had earlier in the day flashes through your mind. It hurts you a little to say out loud.

“But you like her?” She says, frowning slightly, as if she doesn’t see the issue, “And she likes you?”

“I like you too.” You say, “That’s the problem.”

She deflates a little, sags back into the couch. It isn’t the answer she’d wanted, you know that. She wants what you can’t give her. Certainty.

“I didn’t expect this to be so complicated.” She admits, voice a little quiet.

“Neither did I,” You say, “I’m sorry.”

You watch her a while, let the silence stew. She’s beautiful as ever, shoulder-length hair tied back behind her ears. Her pretty blue eyes missing some of their sparkle.

“I really like you.” She says, after a while, fiddling with the rim of her wine glass. She doesn’t look at you as she says it. Like she's afraid of what you'll say back.

“I like you too.”

At that she looks up. She bites her lip, scoots a little closer.

“I like you, but I don’t want to be your second choice.” She says, now sounding a little more sure of herself.

“You’re not-”

“Maybe we should just be friends,” She blurts out. You gaze at her, stare piercing.

“Is that what you want?” You ask. This is a new record for you. Not one but two situationships ending in a matter of hours. You’re one more word from snatching the wine glass from her hands and downing it whole.

“No.” She admits, voice soft.

You bite your lip. Let the butterflies in the pit of your stomach fester.

“Why don’t we- keep things casual.” You say, a little hesitant, “See how we go, no commitments. It would take the pressure off, a little.”

She shoots you a shrewd gaze, “Like friends with benefits?”

“No,” You say hastily, “Like casual dating. We see each other and if you want you can see other people too-”

“-Meaning you can see Jenna whenever you want.” Emma interjects.

“No. Nothing is going to happen between Jenna and I,” You say, “She made that very clear today. She- we both don’t want to hurt you.”

“Too late.” She mumbles.

It makes your heart hurt. It’s one thing to know it, another to hear it.

“Emma-“

“It’s fine,” She says after a moment, “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

You stare into your glass, not really sure what else to say. You’d take it back, if you could. You wish Jenna had never said anything. Kept it to herself. You were happy before, weren’t you? When it was just you and Emma and nothing else.

No, you weren’t. It’s that little voice in the back of your head. You will it to shut up.

“Let’s try it.” Emma says suddenly. Voice small, quiet, “Dating. Casual dating or whatever.”

You look up, disbelief on your face.

“Really?”

She bites her lip.

“Yeah. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Are you sure?” You stare back at her. You hadn’t expected her to say yes, the moment you’d suggested it. You weren’t even really sure what you were suggesting. What was causal dating anyway? You’d see other people. She’d see other people. The thought makes you want to sink your hand into your throat and rip your own heart out. You’re such a hypocrite.

But she’s looking back at you with shiny, determined eyes, nudges her hand ever so slightly against yours and it’s too late to back out now.

“I’m sure.”

As is now tradition, Georgie hosts the group's Friday night game session at his apartment.

Emma’s at your side, her hands brushing yours every now and then like she wants to hold it. After the third time, you make the decision for her, link your hands together and entwine your fingers. You don’t miss the small smile that blooms on her face.

“Are you guys a couple?” Joy asks, a few drinks in, eyes drawn to your connected hands. It’s just you, her and Emma, the others yet to arrive. Emma blushes. You purse your lips.

“No.” You say together. Joys eyebrow quirks.

“Oh. It’s just-“

“We’re seeing how things go.” Emma says, hurriedly, as if anything else will cause you to drop her hand. You rub your thumb over the back of her hand, soothingly.

“Okay,” Joy says, as Georgie plops down into the seat next to her, “Good for you two.”

“Good for who two?” Georgie asks, dealing out the first hand. You feel Emma shift beside you.

“Those two. They’re seeing how things go.” Joy says, a look on her face like she knows exactly how it’s going to go.

Georgie looks between you, a little confused, “And what does that mean? What about Jenn-“

Joy nudges him between the ribs, hard.

You clear your throat, “I’m going to get another drink.” You stand, drop Emma’s hand. You replace it with a soft touch to her shoulder, “Do you want another one?”

The rest of the cast rolls in one by one. You’re fiddling with a bottle of Grey Goose when Hunter and Johnna arrive, Jenna not far behind them.

You greet the former two with a hug, nod awkwardly at Jenna as she walks in, a little under the radar and sits next to Georgie.

You’re friends. You agonize in the kitchen, trying to talk yourself into going back out there. You don’t want it to be so awkward. She doesn’t want it to be awkward. So stop being awkward.

You sit down next to Emma, careful not to touch her, avoid Jenna’s eyes. Try to focus on the game.

At first it's easy. You don't look at Jenna and she doesn't look at you. You touch Emma's hand under the table, not wanting to throw your coupling in Jenna's face. It works. It's fine.

And then Jenna has her first drink.

Whiskey and coke, a little too heavy on the whiskey.

When her glass is empty, she's gone from not looking at you at all to staring.

She watches as you draw your cards, lift your drink to your lips. She watches as you smile at Emma. She watches as Emma touches your knee. She watches like she doesn’t care if you notice.

She watches and drinks. Drinks and watches. Three, four, five Whiskies, she's long abandoned the coke.

After a couple of hours of feeling like you’re under a microscope, it’s your turn to watch. She stands, off to pour herself another drink. You excuse yourself quietly, tell Emma you’ll be right back.

Jenna's had so much to drink she barely notices as you sidle in next to her, so close your shoulders almost touch.

“Stop it.” You say, under your breath. A laugh rings out from the table, the chatter loud enough you’re satisfied they can’t hear you.

Jenna’s quiet a moment. She doesn’t look at you.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that.” You say. You top your glass up with coke. Hesitate, then pour a little more Vodka, god knows you need it.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.”

“Yes you are,” You say, “We talked about this. We’re friends, remember?”

“Friends can look at each other.”

“Not like that.”

“You’re still dating her then.”

You feel like you have whiplash. Only yesterday you’d agreed to never speak about what happened at the club. She’d insisted you were friends, nothing more.

“That’s not really any of your business.” You say. It comes out a little harsher than you intended. You pause, rephrase, “I just mean you and I agreed to only be friends.”

“We did.” She says, voice clipped.

“So stop looking at me like that.”

She doesn’t, not for the rest of the night. Mournful, wide, brown eyes. Full of sorrow, longing, want. It gets worse the more she drinks. For an actor, she’s not great at hiding her emotions. You don’t know how you didn’t see it before. Since the day you met, she’s looked at you like this.

You grip Emma’s hand under the table and pray she doesn’t see it too.

By the time the night is over, you’re exhausted. You feel like you’ve just run a marathon. Like you’re leading some double life, with a wife, two kids and an extramarital affair on the side.

You’re thankful when people start to filter out.

You wave goodbye to Georgie, walk Emma back to her apartment, only two doors down. You’re holding hands again, trying to brush off the night. Feeling a little like a middle-schooler by the way the touch of her hand in your own makes your heart flutter.

“Tonight was fun.” Emma says as you stop outside her door. Illuminated under the light of the complex, her eyes sparkle a pretty blue. She’s looking at you, coy, chewing at her own lip, a little shy.

“It was,” You say, though it’s only half-true.

The drinking was fun. The games were fun. Holding Emma’s hand is fun.

The tide-wave of confliction in you at Jenna’s wanton looks is not so much.

She doesn’t seem to notice your slight reservation. She’s tilting her head up to kiss your cheek. Her lips are soft, a little unsure. She blushes as she retracts.

“See you tomorrow?” She asks, a little hopeful.

You smile, “See you tomorrow.”

The smile is gone the moment she shuts the door. You slip your hands into your pockets, the quiet hum of the night reverberating in your brain. You can’t do this every Friday night. Heck, you can’t do this any night. Hold Emma’s hand, walk her home, kiss her goodnight all the while your brain is afire with thoughts of another woman. Her best friend.

You’ll withdraw from her, you reason with a heavy heart. You’ll avoid Jenna, give you both time to get over each other. And then, when this infatuation, this crush was over, you’d be too enraptured with Emma to think twice.

It’s a decent plan, maybe the best you’ve come up with so far. You let your brain trick itself into thinking it will ever work.

And then, you round the corner just as Jenna steps out of Georgie’s apartment.

Great.

She stumbles slightly, more than a little drunk, all but slams the door in her wake.

You freeze, hoping she won’t see you. You don’t want to be alone with her, you don’t trust yourself to be alone with her. And she’s had a lot of Whiskey. Maybe she’ll breeze right past. Maybe her mind is playing similar tricks on her.

No such luck. She spots you almost immediately. Tugs her purse higher around her shoulder.

“I’m not following you,” She says as if that's what you're about to accuse her of, “I’m going this way too.”

“I didn’t think you were.” You say. You contemplate turning back around, knocking on Emma’s door and asking for a nightcap. This seems like trouble. Something in you resists. You watch as she turns to the staircase and grasps at the railing. She wobbles slightly, unsteady.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She says. You knew she was going too hard on the whiskey. You should have stopped her. You inch forward, press your hands to her back so she doesn’t slip. She jerks you off.

“I don’t need help.”

It stings a little. You retract your hands, swallowing. You don’t know what you’ve done to make her so mad at you. Except… everything.

“Clearly.”

She barely manages the stairs alone. You follow, not too far behind, not wanting her own stubbornness to result in her falling face first and breaking her neck.

When she’s conquered the last of the stairs, she blinks up at the sky. Hovers, head tilted, swaying slightly on the spot. You peer up too, wonder what she’s looking at. The stars are out of focus, blurry. You blink, suddenly aware you may be just as inebriated as her.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” You ask, before you can stop yourself.

It’s not romantic, you tell yourself. Friends walk each other home all the time. You just wanted to make sure she got home safe, is all. A staircase is one thing, but Jenna lives a few blocks down from here. Anything could happen to her in this state.

You stand in front of her, watch as she redirects her focus from the sky. Your stomach does somersaults as her dark eyes lock onto yours.

“Where’s Emma?”

“I walked her home,” You say.

“Oh.” Jenna says, frowning a little, “You didn’t want to stay the night?”

Your cheeks flame.

“No,” You say. You don’t elaborate, not wanting to go there.

She tilts her head, swaying again on the spot. She inches forward, perhaps more than she means to. Your shoulders brush.

“So you haven’t slept with her yet?” She asks, voice low.

You’d only kissed Emma, once, but Jenna doesn’t know that. Her eyes are flitting between your own, wide, curious, the whiskey in her system drowning her filter.

“Jesus, Jenna-“

“Sorry.” She says, though she doesn’t sound it, “Was that inappropriate?”

“Just a little.”

You should leave. The stars, the whiskey, the look in Jenna’s eyes. Her questions betraying her intentions. It’s too much. It’s not friendship.

And you’d promised Emma-

“I’m glad you haven’t.” Jenna draws you back to her, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m glad you haven’t slept with her.”

Her lips are wet. Plump, red. So kissable. You can’t help but look. She darts her tongue out, like she wants to keep your attention there. She’s so close now, you can feel the warmth from her body. You can smell the spice of her perfume. Apple, cinnamon, vanilla. You’re close enough to count the freckles dotted across her nose.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, her body language screams.

There’s a lump in your throat. You swallow once to get rid of it. It’s still there. This time it’s you who bites your lip. Watch as her eyes draw down to follow the movement.

Stop it, you think, remember Emma.

Emma and her shy smile. Emma and her pretty blue eyes. Emma and her jasmine-scented perfume, her blonde hair.

Emma. Emma. Emma.

You clear your throat. Try and snap yourself out of the Jenna-induced trance she’s put you in.

“Jenna. We’re friends. Friends don’t care about who’s dating who or who’s slept with who-“

“I don’t want to be friends.” She whispers. She’s given up all pretense of looking into your eyes. Her gaze is on your mouth, “You don’t want it either. I can see it. I can tell.”

It’s the whiskey talking, you tell yourself. It has a grip on her. It has a grip on you, too. When the night’s over and it’s morning, she’ll go back to ignoring you and you’ll go back to wanting Emma. You try to tell her so.

“We agreed-“

But she doesn't let you finish.

One minute she’s staring at your lips, hungry look in her eyes. Like she’s starved, and the only thing that’ll satiate her is you. The next, there's a warm press against your mouth as her lips find yours.

Your eyes flutter closed. Butterflies erupt deep in your stomach, like they were caged and just set free.

Her lips are soft, so soft, and you can feel her everywhere. The touch of her skin as her arm grazes yours. Her fingertips light as they ghost on the back of your neck. Then harder as they gripping the front of your shirt, pulling you down into her.

Stop it, screams the voice in the back of your head, push her off, tell her to go home.

But you can’t.

She tastes like Jameson. Kissing her sets your entire body aflame. You feel it from your fingertips to the tips of your ears, burning hot with desire. You moan, brush your nose against hers as she deepens the kiss. Greedy, swollen lips against yours, hot tongue slipping into your mouth.

Her kisses are nothing like Emma’s. Emma is all gentle, timid lips. The slight touch of a hand. Jenna kisses you like she’s sure. She pulls you into her, a little rough. She’s fierce, hard. She kisses you like she wants you desperately. You kiss her back like you want her just as bad. You do want her just as bad.

Emma’s face blurs to the back of your mind, Jenna's lips the only thing you're thinking of.

You grip her hips, tug her to you. Cup her face and kiss her until your lips hurt and your brain goes foggy from the lack of oxygen.

Not moments later she’s pulling away.

You blink her back into view. Her eyes are closed, her lips red and swollen from yours. You brush her dark hair out of her face, press your noses together. Your heartbeat steadies.

The parking lot light flickers, and you remember where you are.

Reality comes crashing in. You swallow, retract slightly from her as you glance up to Emma’s apartment. Wonder if she can see you doing exactly what you said you wouldn’t.

Jenna doesn’t let you go far. Her hands around your biceps, trying to keep you close.

“Come home with me.” She murmurs. Her eyes are impossibly dark, so longing as she stares up into yours.

You want to, so badly. But you can smell the booze on her breath. On yours too. And then you think of Emma.

You retract slightly, voice low.

“I can’t.”

“Please. I want to take you home with me.” She begs. Her pupils are so wide you can’t even see the pretty brown of her chocolate-eske irises anymore.

“I can’t. Emma.” Is all you say, pleading, like you’re begging her to understand.

It jump-starts something in her. The humanity is back, the lust-crazed fog that had taken over lifting. Something shifts in her expression. Her pupils adjust, and she withdraws her vice-like grip on you.

“Right.” She says, “Emma.”

She shuffles back away from you, almost falling. You reach out for her, not wanting her to hit the pavement but she brushes you off. Not moments ago you were as close to her as you’d ever been. Now, it’s like your touch scalds her.

“I’m sorry.” She says, and she sounds like she means it. She hangs a moment, like she wants to say something more. Her words fail her, “I’ve got to go.”

And then she leaves you standing there in the parking lot alone, Emma on your mind and the ghost of Jenna's kiss on your lips.

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LOVE LETTERS: longer asks

from: shhh anon

okay so with the limited time i’ve had, i do finally have some theories and things ive realised, i also think i may have gone a little overboard so enjoy this mini novel 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

let’s start from the beginning ☝️

→ SHHH ANON OMG this was 1.6k words that’s CRAZYYY I love you for that, really <3 okay LET US DIG IN also I am so sorry this took me forever to reply to, my life is just hectic *sobs*

chapter 1)

wakatoshi being the crowned prince by king’s favor makes sense — he’s the most responsible and with the newly added info that rin isn’t the kings biological son, it’s obvious the king would have wanted to be preceded by someone of his own blood even if it wasn’t an official crowned prince. a male born to a concubine may still become an heir if there is no other option iirc.

oooh yes this!! especially because I mentioned before that ushijima is the favorite son since his mother was the one that the king really liked!

“It was all my Mother’s plan to put me on the throne, and I accepted because she promised I could make you my concubine!” this was from rin in chapter 1. the queen was so adamant about rin becoming the king that she made promises out of desperation, her son becoming king would mean she is still protected by the royal law and even if it had gotten out that rintarou isn’t the late king’s biological son, he’d already have the highest rank of authority. the queen was desperate to keep her title and i guess the benefits of being royalty? or maybe she has nowhere else to go. the more i reread, the more i realise — yuzuru and the queen aren’t as similar as i thought. they’re the same side of different coins, yes they were both cheated on and their husbands ended up impregnating other women, but yuzuru would NEVER be desperate for a royal title like the queen is, like that fuckass eyeball mfer is.

right again, shhh anon! the queen really has taken measures to ensure she’d keep her title as queen because it comes with a lot of privilege, and like that cersei lannister scene, “power is power.” and yeah!! yuzuru would never be desperate for royalty and wealth because she already grew up very privileged and has loving parents, so yuzuru pre-marriage really won the lottery in life. but here’s the thing – the queen’s background wasn’t really divulged, but I will say that she wasn’t poor or struggling like eyeball either. in a nutshell, she really is just greedy LMAO

chapter 2!

‘Princess Iris played the naive part well of concealing her feelings’ it should’ve been obvious from the start, iris never loved anyone really, she loved being loved, but to her everything was an act to keep her afloat, bro actually get me in the ring with her i need to fight this bitch atp.

“you had to choose someone with the power to tear the family apart as soon as she finds out about your affair? I would not take her wrath lightly.” i mentioned this quote in another theory, but i think the foreshadowing was just really well done. i also think it helps highlight the difference between iris and yuzu, like iris was able to make rin believe she was everything he needed to love, she played the part of the heartbroken lover well. yuzu turned her sadness into power and motivation, she knows she’s capable of more than just manipulating the men around her. iris is a performer, she spends her free time being a puppeteer. yn spends her time playing the game of chess that the queen has set up, and i fr believe she’s going to have a checkmate soon.

HELL YEAH. iris loves being loved! she grew up having none of that, and when she became princess, she felt like she was becoming the exact opposite of what she believed – someone great, someone worthy of adoration. AGSHJKA BUT NO WORRIES I CAN GET YOU IN THE RING WITH HER. OOOHHH YES LIKE that’s a really good analysis actually – iris is a performer and a great actor, but yuzuru isn’t. while iris likes to flaunt to the people of what she has to prove a point, yuzuru prefers to have her own way by working behind the scenes (much like how the queen does, she keeps things very subtle but also will not hesitate to go out with a big bang if need be. iris isn’t like that. she’s much more straightforward and not that much of a strategist, we only saw her pull out the big guns from chapter 18 when she also broadcasted that public announcement to make rin a target of the government.

“I know there are no limits to your actions if it means protecting your power and wealth.” this was said to the queen iirc, and again THE FORESHADOWINGGGG. hindsight is truly a blessing

‘Your loneliness was one of the reasons you fell madly in love with the Crown Prince.’ yuzuru uses her loneliness to bond with people, iris uses her loneliness to use people. it’s why iris and suna don’t work well. they’re both people who see loneliness as a reason to be greedy and use those around them to fulfil their emotional needs, and how will those needs be met when they have nothing emotional to give to each other? whereas yuzuomi, both use their loneliness to form a connection and proper bond. or maybe it’s just cuz they’re actually normal humans who have functioning brain cells and don’t live in “me me me” land like ipiss. (rin gets a slight pass cuz he was essentially raised to be selfish and alone as crowned prince)

yuzuru uses her loneliness to bond with people, iris uses her loneliness to use people. OMG YES. A HUNDRED PERCENT YES. iris and suna see their loneliness as something that highlights what they’re lacking in, and it makes them want to take and take, while yuzuru sees her loneliness as a space to be filled and shared with someone else. that’s why yuzuomi works so well – they see that they have spaces in their heart left to be filled, and they welcome love with open arms <3 me me me land like ipiss IM CRYING AGHSJAA

‘You were confused what to feel—disgusted that she thought she could fool you into thinking her husband would be the father when the Prince was rumored to be rarely at home, or utterly mortified with dread over the possibility her husband was not the father.’ clocked it from chapter two, iris being rin’s baby momma was foreshadowed 🗣️🗣️

YEAHHH THE FORESHADOWING IS THERE also CAN I JUST SAY I’m so happy you went back to read the first chapters and noticed all these little things because I was actually trying my best to drop hints here and there that can all be connected to the latest updates and to have someone notice those details… I’m so so happy, you have no idea😭💓

“Royal marriages either happen to form alliances [or] hide a revolting scandal” this is where iris’ family comes in, i 100% believe they used sensitive information to get iris married in. im thinking her family were the original royals in itachiyama (the broken down castle) when it was still connected to inarizaki, and the queen could’ve had to give in, as a way to stop a war from breaking out between the two countries, icepole also referred to her marriage as being “forced, to stop [their] countries from going to war”…. so there’s that, but i do also believe they used rintarou’s status as an illegitimate child as the main bribe. which i also feel like is yuzu’s motivation to publish the article, cuz wdym you’re gonna threaten my husbands peace and identity for your own selfish gain? she got me sooo fucked up. but that begs the question… what is in that article? defamation? an allegation of treason?

ICEPOLE AGAHJSK okay so here’s the thing – we all know that inarizaki and itachiyama were originally one kingdom when a faction decided to split apart and be independent. however, they all still share the same land/country in a way, and itachiyama was richer when it came to natural resources, while inarizaki was more advanced in technology and society overall. the two countries have a peace treaty that they can equally benefit from one another, but as time went on, inarizaki’s monarchs were failing in their ruling hence the economic problems that were discussed around chapter eight or so, and it’s a problem that was attempted to be solved by having iris and kiyoomi marry because the royal family felt that they needed itachiyaman representatives within the crown to show that they are all “still as one.” it worked for a little bit, and it did stop the two countries from going to war (although it was mostly inarizaki being desperate because they needed itachiyama more than itachiyama needed them), buttttt it was still complicated because itachiyama was weirded out that iris (who was supposed to be their princess, too) never visited them, and they felt like she was never really a good rep for them

“Prince Kiyoomi is not the type of man to be reckless and drag himself into scandals,” but he defo cares enough about his brothers to sacrifice his freedom in order to protect them. or maybe he got the short end of the stick and had to take one for the team cuz he’s a fancy farm boy from itachiyama💀

he got the short end of the stick, unfortunately *sobs* the king mostly keeps his conquests his conquests within his kingdom but when he saw kiyoomi’s mother… he just couldn’t help himself, and when he was born, the king thought, “wait, this boy can actually be of use.”

chapter 3.

“Would you rather me impregnate a woman purely for that reason? To father a child I was not ready to have? To bear such the burden of the Crown onto a young boy who was born not because his parents wanted to love him, but rather because I am someone who ‘had to fulfill my duty’?” unironically, that’s exactly what he did. in his mission to rid iris of her loneliness, he impregnated her with a child he was not ready to have.

“And sometimes a lowly Prince must be smart enough to turn away from matters that do not concern him, lest he wishes to be exiled from the only place that puts food in his mouth,” rintarou is going to lose it all. i think the way dtd is going to end will be something like this: rin and his mother lose their titles, or well…. rin steps down, he has growth as a person and learns that the materialistic life and more power than you could ever imagine just… isn’t worth losing your humanity over. or maybe he does it for yn, but i do think he would step down. a motivation to step down as king / crowned prince is the fact that his mother lied, and rintarou realises that after only ever being used as a chess piece for his mother, a tool for her to use to give herself an advantage - after realising he was never his own person but a doll that sat pretty, only ever being dressed up and thrown around, no aspirations for himself other than what he’s been fed to desire… he takes control of his life and gets the ultimate revenge.

EEEEE YOU PREDICTED THIS OMG – RIN AND THE QUEEN LOSING THEIR TITLES DID HAPPEN!! although I will not lie, I really wanted to try a different ending where Rin faces the queen head on and exposes himself as he steps down from the crown, to show the queen that he wasn’t going to continue being her puppet, and also to finally be honest for once to his wife – to let yuzuru know that their marriage was never a valid royal one, so technically, they’re annulled, and he’d hope she’d finally be free from him because rin knows that if he doesn’t do something, yuzuru would still remain devoted to him (even if she’d already fallen for omi.)

HUUUGEEE jump cuz chapters 4-7 already have my theories iirc

chapter 8)

“I never knew my name could sound so important without the titles attached to it.” this kinda feeds into my idea from before!! i think this is the start of rinta realising, being a normal guy isn’t so bad. he has a name beyond the crown, he is a person beyond the roles and responsibilities he’s been forced to have. i think ushiwaka will be crowned prince and eventually king. despite being traditional, i think he would probably make an exception to the royal marriage rule for omi and yn. since their situations were very unique compared to what most royal marriages were about. yn’s technically would be allowed since rintarou isn’t even royalty technically, and id assume he’d let omi out of that marriage since iris technically threatened the royal family!

OOOH I LIKE THIS THEORY but yes!! I really do want rin to realize that being a normal guy isn’t so bad, although it’s still hard for him to accept because then it really just shows how he was a nobody who ruined yuzuru’s life, and the guilt will be something he’ll carry with him forever. not to say that he thinks he’ll have more right if he was someone wealthy, but… yeah that’s really how he thought during the first parts of dtd, that’s why he always said “as the crown prince, I don’t deserve anyone lesser than her.” for ushi though, yes I do think he can make exceptions to allow omi and yn to marry if we ever go down that route – he may be traditional but he is also such a softie deep down!

“but it was always a famous royal saying that whoever was your last dance on your debutante ball was your destined lover.” red string theory!!! MY BELOVEDDDD. this is why i think yuzutarou will have a platonic ending while kiyoomi becomes the main love interest, destiny is something akin to fate, it can’t be change no matter how much you try to manipulate the situation. just like how the queen cannot change her fate, she was destined to fail and i think we could possibly see a conversation in the future about how the universe would not allow her plan to succeed? probably from keiji. i also think she’s gonna rope keiji into her scheme tbh, get him to commit a little treachery maybe? have him be a scapegoat to protect herself and give herself a fighting chance… per chance?

ooooh also I’m sorry to disappoint in this part but when I said that the queen had plans to use Keiji, I actually wasn’t going to write any scenes about that BUT it’s true that the queen planned that if ever rin doesn’t become King, and Atsumu wasn’t approved to be King by the public, then Keiji would be her puppet King since she knows he’s ‘weak’ in terms of title and power, so Keiji “might agree” to be King 🥴

anyways that’s all for now, idk if i was cooking or just regurgitating stuff you’ve basically said 😭 i just don’t think the villains in this story are iris and suna anymore. the villains were always the villainesses - the queen and iris. theyll fight against whatever odds to change their fate, theyll use and abuse whoever they need in order to stay at the top.

this is deadass so fucking long but im excusing myself cuz its got content from like five chapters LOL also sorry for the lack of jokes, i was ‘erm ackchually’ing my way through this entire thing 🤓🤓 goofy ass text analysis bruh, got me typing shit as if me and sigmund freud were psychoanalysis rivals.

→ ANYWAYS I LOVED YOUR THEORIES AND ANALYSES SO MUCH LIKE i hope you know you have a special place in my heart!! you have shown so much love and support to dtd and i am just so so soft about that. thank you again!! AGAHJSK ERHM ACTUALLY I GET THAT BUT YOU GOT THEM RIGHT SO YOU WERE SO ON POINT!!

from: @kyriaan

Bruh i imagined such dark scene 😅😅😅 im so sorry this is very dark dhdhhshahha but imagine after rin tells yn he wants a divorce she just stays there, empty expression, her ears ringing. The word divorce repeating in her head until something shatters. Yn smiles softly but its not quite right? She moves graciously to her room and gets her gun. As graciously she walks around, searching for a certain woman in her house. White noise is all yn hears and then she finds her. BAM she shoots her gun not even hesitating, hitting iris in her stomach. Another shot echoes in the walls and then a thud as iris lifeless body falls on the ground. Rin shows right after his eyes opened wide, shocked as he hesitantly looks at his wife. Scared, hes so scared and she's there smiling oh so innocently and yet so unsettling. 'see, it took care of the problem, isnt that right? Rin' yns voice is sweet, the only thing rintarou's mind can register over the ringing of his ears.

→ I’m not really reading yandere content but does this count as yan?!?! anyways omg. also because it’s a well known fact that yn knows how to use a gun and is an exceptional shooter as well AGHSJAK. I do think this would go well on a darker theme (and ngl I have debated making dtd darker but it just!! didn’t fit the vibe LMAOOO) but also I feel like if yn really did shoot iris, she’d do it during a manic episode and then not even realize what she did until it’s too late 😭

Awww now that you talked about it i remember you briefly telling me the tooru ending and thinking about it made my tiny heart sad then and sad now 🥺 its a bitter sweet ending while they end up together and basically love each others company, yn never ends up loving him 😔 But yes! Totally just write the ending you like best (even if that shatters everyone's heart 🥹) its your story after all 😌

→ THE TOORU ENDING. I remember back in 2022 when I was still getting so much ideas on how DTD would go, my heart really wanted a tooru ending but idk AGHSJA somehow along writing it, I did not really expect to fall for Omi and have him move up a notch on my faves so him or suna have the highest possible endings </3

So the evil in me is working.... while i still want iris to abort... Theres something mmmm say usually women are in danger or miscarrying in their first trimester and iris have been looking rather sick, rin also mentioned doctor telling iris to move bla bla in case she gets sick..... How fucked up would be if she i dont knowwww miscarried it? 👁️ I mean even if she survives the 1st trimester theres just so much stress in the royal life especially now that her safety net aka omi is kinda not feeling so 'safe' now mmmm

→ i actually did plan for iris to miscarry it because she would be too stressed out from being deposed but she's offscreen right now so even if she did miscarry, we would never know 😭

Well i read the full update.. I dont know who i despise more now tbh The queen or iris Probably still iris but i was not at all expecting the surpreme bitch to 1st threaten to kill Rin and second threaten to exile us and Rin and then threatening to make Tsumu above all the king like 👁️👄👁️ Welp i cried when we called for Rin while sick and when Rin rejected us.. Like i said i thought it would hurt less now that i know he loves us but ahah 🤡 I still hope iris miscarries or aborts or goes ahead and dies while miscarrying 🤷 Kinda don't get it why they're all 'i need her here as the father of the child in case she gets sick bla bla bla' when she basically admitted she never wanted to be with him at all since hes no real prince or even royalty, and since both wanted the kid gone AND with the obvious no no from the supreme bitch but wtf do i even know anymore 😭 Like why all this now? They say one thing then they do another at this point my heart and my body are too exhausted to even process reasons why 😭 So much for iris wanting to be our friend and wanting rin to move on and be with us 😒 Also i see you Omi but sorry i still foolishly stand for RinTeam

→ hate the queen more, she’s more fucked up lmao! NOOO BECAUSE PLANNING TO MAKE TSUMU KING WAS SO FOUL LIKE not only did the queen force an incestuous marriage but she really wanted a sex offender be king :skull: oh the whole “I need to be there for her because I’m her baby daddy” thing was actually NOT real at all lol, they never went to a doctor or whatever because both rin and iris plan on getting an abortion anyway. it really was just rin’s sick plan of inviting iris to their room so he can hurt us more when we return, because at that point he really didn’t want us getting close *sobs*

Until now rin always said 'it was always her never you' right? And he never really told us he loves us even tho we know (well we readers do). So imagine if he gets to the point where he just goes like 'it was never her it was always you' when he finally admits his true feelings Jfjsjkaofhak The fact this works in both an endearing good happy scene and a really angsty one, leaves me both hopeful and extremely terrified 🤣🤣🤣🤣😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

→ IT WAS NEVER HER IT WAS ALWAYS YOU AGHAJKS I NEED THIS SCENE TO HAPPEN SO BADLY and you’re so right!! whether it’s a happy ending or a sad one that line delivery would be so heartbreaking AAAAH WHY’RE YOU DOING THIS TO ME RIN

BRO THE MOMENT I SAW FORCED INCEST I HAD THIS WAR FLASHBACK OF YOU TELLING ME IRIS AND OMI WERE HALF SIBLINGS AND I IMMEDIATELY KNEW WHAT THIS WAS ABOUT DHSHGDBSJJAJJA Kinda... Made me realize that iris... Said she was lonely because her husband/HER BROTHER never touched her... 🤢🤢🤢 Like i would forgive her if they were step siblings like no blood related but half siblings.... Yeahhhhhh I was really fucking satisfied by seeing iris in deep shit but god fucking damnit bitch always has to find a way to get back up 😒 like fucking suffer bitch By the way tho since she knew about rin being a fraud doesnt that make her an accomplice 👀👀👀👀 cause he didnt know but she did sooooo if she never told anyone and 'protected' the secret BITCH YOURE GUILTY TOO! PRISON WITH HER! Now the part where rin was drunk had me wanting to spoil him full of kisses omg 😭😭😭😭 Us saying we would pick omi tho 😒😒😒😒😒 like no So the last part while im fucking jumping in happiness since we're with rin now im hating the fact we're all omi omi when in the very last chapter we admitted we still loved rin and well technically we said he still holds a big part of our heart so.. Praying omi was just infatuation since we were sad and cravingg affection 🤣🤣🤣🙏 Thank you so much for this chapter like holy shit i was in the edge of my sit the part where we shoot??? BRUHHHH SO GOOD

→ AGHJKSLAA YES ALTHOUGH I actually took out the whole half siblings thing with omi since I thought it was gonna be just sooo weird but I was like yknow what screw it!! AND YEAH LMAO that’s why omi never touched her. and yes it does make her an accomplice for keeping it a secret!! NAURRR UNFORTUNATELY OMI WAS NOT JUST AN INFATUATION LIKE. we loved him fr. but we also love rintaro (more than romantically) that we couldn’t abandon him… also thank you so much AAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!

from: 🎧 anon

Owieee you had a busy week :(( but is oki now because it's done!! Speaking of my dream uni, my classes start on August 9 and to be honest, I'm scared because my schedule everyday (except Thursday and Saturday and Sunday) is from 7 am to 7 pm... Plus we still have Saturday classes and I still don't know if I officially have no class on Thursday or if it will be for something else. Yes, I still read Bonten Wives... I read it whenever I miss TokRev and watching Windbreaker made me miss them sm 😭😭 so I ended up rereading the manga again 🤧🤧 and I'm falling for Mitsuya and Rindou all over again 😭😭😭😭 AND YES!! JO IS DEFINITELY NOT A MANWHORE LIKE AIKU AJSHAHSHAHHA SUKI! From the moment I first saw Jo on screen, I knew, that I have fallen HAGSHAGSHAHAHA so here are my rambles This is quite common for genres like TokRev and Windbreaker but sometimes, I like to think on how I wanna patch up their wounds when they run to you. I imagine, Jo would act all smug at first before admitting that he's hurt 🥹🥹 I want a Jo Togame in my life 🤧🤧🤧🤧 Someone to snuggle and cuddle to and all that OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT! Imagine if the Yn that Jo is dating is like someone's little sister in Bofurin!!!! *sigh* can I not be a college student and just get transported in Windbreaker AHGSHAGSHAGSHA ALSO! Can't wait for later's update in DTD!!! Love ya lots!

→ OMG NGLL I DON’T THINK MY BUSY WEEKS ARE ENDING AGSHJK I have classes that are like 8-10 hours a day (sometimes less, sometimes more LOL) and I also go out like everyday so *screeches* also no way omg?! 12 hour classes?! weekend classes too? honestly I would cry but my class schedules were also like that for a while SOOOO BRACE YOURSELF BABE!!

and aww you still read bonten wives, that’s so cute! I actually miss tokrev so much too, like remember when it was so popular in 2021 and we just had so much content of it? like the dance trends, the filo memes, the timeskip content and everyone was just soooo hyped, ugh I miss that time. also!! rereading the manga after windbreaker is so real! when I got into WB I was actually missing tokrev so much but also I love how WB is still its own thing, and I’m just as in love with the characters as I did with tokrev! (okay, that’s a lie because I may or may not be a little more insane when it comes to the windbreaker boys. like. HAVE YOU SEEN SUO.) ALSO MITSUYA AND RINDOU – THE CANONICALLY BEST BOYFRIENDS <3 OH NO YEAH LIKE I DO FEEL LIKE TOGAME MIGHT GIVE OFF MANWHORE VIBES LIKE AIKU AT FIRST BUT?? idk, but I’ll forever die on the hill that togame is a soft loverboy!! aiku though… honestly I wouldn’t mind if he cheats on me because at least I’m still on his roster LMAO /lh

EEEE PATCHING UP JO’S WOUNDS?!! HIS BLOODY KNUCKLESS!! I think he’d be so soft and gentle while he just sits back and lets us do everything :< but yeah he’s going to play it off for sure and be like, “nah, this is nothing” but as soon as you’re not looking, he’s wincing from the pain AHSJKA. no omG I THINK ABOUT THAT ON THE DAILY TOO LIKE? TOGAME JO IS ACTUALLY MY IDEAL BOYFRIEND IN LIFE but where can I find a man like him?!?! ALSOOOO??????? SOMEONE’S LITTLE SISTER???? OOOH WHY DO I FEEL LIKE IT’D BE GOOD IF WE WERE UME’S LITTLE SISTER?!!?

awww love you lots too headphones anon, I hope you’re doing well in uni!!

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #cw: miscarriage #cw: infidelity #not all long asks are answered here!! this was just the asks i could answer for today <3 im still vv busy so sorry!!

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minkkumaz · 1 year ago

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RACER 06

the longer you contemplated what you would do, and who you would be with, it became clear to you who to choose. woonhak was right there the entire time, you were just too blind to see it.

RACE TO YOUR HEART series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.0k TAGS adults dni. racecar driver au. mentions of toxic relationship. confessions. minor cussing. kinda humor. kissing. pokemon ref. TAGLIST @skullverse @yumicherryii OMI NOTE woonhak's ending! jaehyun's will be posted immediately after. also i love the layout for this one hello.

the second your finger hovered over woonhak’s contact name, you knew it was him. it had always be him. every single touch against your skin, each comfortable silence you had with him, and better yet, every moment you shared with him when he took you to the amusement park.

maybe you were silly, naive, but you knew that after the course of everything that kim woonhak was the one that you wanted. you didn’t want to hesitate any longer, as you had done enough ot that already. because he needed to know how you were feeling.

clicking on the call button, you held the phone up to your ear. it rung a couple times, making you chew on your nails nervously. seconds went by, despite it feeling like hours, but you knew he’d answer you. so when the ringing stopped and was replaced by a familiar voice, you felt the smidgen of hope in your heart blossom into something new.

“woonhak..” you whispered into your phone, causing confusion on the other line.

“y/n! are you okay? do you need help? what’s wrong, can i do something for you?” a bit of panic washed over him, it felt like a scene in a horror movie where all the other person can do is whisper a name mysteriously; but this was far from that.

“you, woonhak. i need you to meet me at the race track, the spot where we met for the first time. please?” there was a sense of desperateness in your voice, though your intention wasn’t to come off that way.

“i’ll be there soon, just wait for me.”

and you did. you waited and waited for him, because a few minutes didn’t matter much longer. it gave you time to practice in your head what you wanted to say, each detail pin pointed in your head to make out coherent sentences.

sitting yourself on the floor, your knees pressed into your chest. the feeling was familiar, taking you back to the day you met woonhak and jaehyun in this exact spot. you had no idea it would spiral into this, causing such strong emotions to surface that you didn’t think you had in you since your last boyfriend.

but woonhak was nothing in comparison. he was kind, excited, and had such an immense amount of energy that it could be related to the sun. so when you heard tires pressing against the rocky pavement, coming closer to you by each second, you could only smile. the sound of this was soon replaced by panicked footsteps.

he peeked around the corner to see you, still not completely sure what was going on or if you were mentally there or not. seeing you curled up on the floor, he kneels down to your level to see what was going on.

“hey, i’m here. is everything okay?” he stammered, unsure where to put his hands to be comforting.

you trailed your gaze upwards from its spot on the floor, only to be met with the dark brown eyes of him. he looked extremely worried for you, but it was nothing that deep. was it?

“i didn’t think i was ever going to get the opportunity to love again.” you spoke, taking him by surprise.

“i– i’m listening.” he responded plainly as to not get his hopes up too fast, but something was starting to hint at him why he was here.

“woon, when you took me out, i had the most fun i’ve ever felt in a really long time. there was a sense of longing there, and it made me feel like i was a teenager experiencing puppy love again.” you began.

“but you are a teenager?”

“if you ruin the moment i will kill you, i’m in distress right now.” you squint at him trying to hold back a laugh, before his hand appears to rub circles into your back.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. let me hear you.” he snaps himself back into focus.

“fuck i don’t know what to say anymore or else i’ll probably start laughing.” you groan, pressing light punches against woonhak’s leg.

“then you can show me..?” he states boldly, though that doesn’t hide his flustered expression.

“you’re so extremely stupid, you know that?” you confess, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him close, enveloping him in a kiss he could only dream about.

his slightly chapped lips moved against yours, cold from the night air. this didn’t last for long, as the warmth that spread from each of your lips, spread to your cheeks, then your body. in this moment, woonhak’s touch was all you could think about.

as soon as you pulled away, the both of you bursted out laughing. it was such an odd situation, being so extremely emotional with him to joyful in seconds. you were relieved when you knew he felt this too. he took it upon himself to hug you tightly, refusing to let you go.

“i was so scared that i was going to end up dying alone because of that stupid guy.” your words are muffled into his shoulder, “i can’t believe i didn’t open my eyes sooner, because you were right in front of me this whole time.”

“i just want you to be happy, y/n. i would’ve been by your side the whole way.” he whispers, placing the tiniest smooch in the crook of your neck.

“i’m happy now, happier than i ever been.” you smile.

“there’s still so many places that i have to grow on my own, so i don’t think it would be fair for me to date you right now.” you admit, scared of how he’ll react.

“that’s– completely understandable. you deserve time to work on yourself, and it hasn’t even been that long yet! teach me about yourself, y/n. please?” he moves his head away from your neck, cupping your face.

“okay. i choose you, woonhak.”

“you already know what i’m going to say to that.” “maybe it’s not too late to go pick jaehyun..”

“okay now don’t get ahead of yourself there..”

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spicy30 · 5 months ago

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IV. May - A limbo

cw: Alcohol abuse, reader has daddy issues, emotional manipulation, abuse

Pairing: Police Officer!Shinazugawa Sanemi x Modern!reader

Tags: Established relationship, gender-neutral reader, toxic relationships, Angst/comfort?, no usage of Y/N, daddy issues

(Not proof read)

Rating: 18+

IV. May - A limbo 5/10

Today will be our fourth month together. It was such a nice day; I worked extra hard so I could have all of today and tomorrow free. This is why I work so hard. I work hard so that I do not have to work hard. Contradictions, lots of them. I try not to think about how long I’ve been with him. I try not to think about how I’m with someone who I didn’t expect to stay with. I have a very different concept of relationships. I can’t bring myself to say another word that's not ‘relationship’ because if I admit it to myself, I’ll leave. I can’t stay for long. I don’t want to see a monster in him or me. I have a twisted vision of what relationships are like. But it keeps me safe, so I’d rather not correct it or prove it wrong. But slowly, I want to feel like it is mending little by little. But I don’t feel safe; I feel as if I’m in a bad dream. I have bad dreams quite frequently, though I don’t really refer to them as bad dreams. They seem more like really violent dreams. Where I am the prey, and the hunter always gets me. I run in loops and loop again to find something, to find anything where I come on top, and I always do. I’m sure this is no different. I hope for it, yet not at the same time. My way of resolving things ends up in the opposite side getting hurt. I promise….I promise I won’t be the monster. I promise I won’t find anything; I want it to get me this time, but I can’t let myself just lie down. It’s too hard. My mind is always buzzing. I don’t know how to turn it off. I don’t know how to turn it off without getting myself captured.

How contradicting. I can only let myself forget when I am captured, yet that is the time when it sounds the loudest. I wish I could stay with him forever in sweet moments when I’m not thinking of everything all at once. But my panics forbid this from happening. I don’t know how to stop. Empty promises after another.

This one was quite short compared to your other ones. However, these insights into your thoughts make him happy. It's a side that he was never able to pick up. You talk a lot about work and seem happy about what you do. Do you struggle a lot? Is it hard to be up? You choose to stay up late doing what you like. You regret it in the morning, yet you tell him it was worth it.

“I don’t always just want to work. I want to have fun and be able to do my own things.” Those were your exact words to him. He remembers the fight the two of you had. He had told you just to get something done that you were dreading doing. “My mom says that exact phrase.” You told him. Clearly, you were unamused. “Don’t you think I would’ve already done that? I haven’t because clearly, it’s something I don’t want to do yet. It stresses me out, so I’d rather push it back. I’ve got it.”

“Then just get it out of the way.”

That was the first time he had seen you lose your temper. Telling him to shut up because he was annoying, telling him that you always have everything under control and you always have a plan. But did you? He didn’t know you well enough to know. He thinks you did. You always seem to know what you’re doing. In the end, you simply dismissed him and whatever he was saying. He was forced to leave as you kept dismissing him.

But it was ok because you apologized 20 minutes later. He apologized, too; he shouldn’t have pressed your buttons like that. You are your own person. He shouldn’t have said anything and should’ve just listened. He corrected himself from then on.

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cheesemonky · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2: Not Again!

Pairing: bsf!hyunjin x reader (college au)

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Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Boys come and go, but you don't know how long this has been going on. You date, you break up and then you're running back to your best friend for support. Little do you know, it's more than support he wants to give.

You could have, you would have, and you should have stopped it there. But in truth, you knew that it wasn’t gonna happen…

“You’re kidding! He did not say that…”

“He did, and guess what? He told me to go cry somewhere else..!”

“The audacity! Though, why would you give him your money?!”

“I don’t know, I panicked!”

Hyunjin could only sigh at his friend’s words. Who gives their ex money while they’re breaking up? He really couldn’t keep up with your antics these days. But hey, he chose this life with you. Yeah. A life with you. Sitting up straight on the couch, he picked up your phone and tossed it onto your lap.

“We gotta get him out of your life as soon as possible. Delete his contact.”

“Already done.”

“Oh. Then… unfollow all his social media accounts.” “Done that too.” “Uh, delete his Netflix profile..? “Man, you think I’m an amateur at this? Are you forgetting how many times I’ve been broken up with?”

A dry chuckle left Hyunjin’s throat while you put your phone down again. You were right, you had been through this exact scene many times before. More times than either of you would have liked. If you could only see that the one you needed was right in front of you all along.

“So… what now? Wanna have a night out, or you gonna stay the night?” He asks, shoving a handful of trail mix into his mouth and pouring himself another shot of soju. Anytime there’s drama, there’s food and drinks.

“Yeah, I think we’re too drunk to go out now, so might as well stay, right?” You replied and he nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Even if you weren’t his, he wanted to have you with him for the night. He loved it when you stayed over, when you had to use his pyjamas because you didn’t bring your own, when you shuffled closer to his side of the bed because you were cold. He didn’t even mind it when you took up all the blankets because he thought you looked oh, so sweet all wrapped up like that.

“Let’s watch a movie first though. It’s only, what, 9:00? I’m not tired yet anyways.”

“Sure, I’m down. But since you’re staying over, I’m choosing the movie.”

“Ugh, I swear if you choose something like Frozen…”

Laughing softly, Hyunjin got up from the comfort of the couch and grabbed the remote, this time sitting right by your side. He pushed you forward, sliding into the space behind you and the cushion before laying your head against the warmth of his chest.

“Fineee. How does The Great Gatsby sound?”

“That’s… actually a good choice. Who knew you were capable of making reasonable decisions?”

He playfully slapped your arm with a pout which only grew as you started to laugh. A hand snaked to your stomach, poking and tickling around your body. Hyunjin laughed as he leaned in to continue tickling you. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation. Perhaps tonight would be the night. Perhaps this was it. Maybe he could make it happen. Perhaps...

Suddenly, your phone was vibrating on the side table. He picked it up out of curiosity and handed it to you as both of you sat up. Hyunjin couldn’t help but notice your face light up as you checked your phone, and immediately felt a twinge of jealousy. Whose text could be that important, he wondered.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. You nodded and turned back to your phone as you replied, “Yeah, just got a text from a friend.”

Hyunjin felt a tingle of irritation at the mention of this ‘friend’. Why were they texting you at this time of night? Surely what they had to say wasn’t that important. Hyunjin sighed and rested his hand back on your waist as he looked over your shoulder. You seemed too focused on your phone to pay him any mind. As the minutes rolled by and your conversation continued, his jealousy grew. Could this friend really be that important? Hyunjin knew he shouldn't let his jealousy get the best of him, but he just couldn't help it.

"Hey... who's your friend?" he finally asked, leaning over to see.

“Hm? Oh, no one, just a guy in my biology class.”

A guy, you say?

“You literally got broken up with today, and you’re already flirting with someone else?”

“Oh hush, it’s not like that. He was just asking to set up a study session tomorrow, he needs some help with the course content.”

Hyunjin felt a surge of relief, but that quickly turned to annoyance. You didn't even give yourself time to really move on before looking for someone else? Hyunjin knew he was being irrational, but he couldn't help but feel insecure. What if this study session turned into something more? What if this guy tried to make a move on you?

"Look, I'm sure he's a perfectly nice guy, but you don't need to waste your time helping him. You can just point him to some online resources or tutors, maybe even ask your teacher for help."

“Hyunjin, why are you so pressed? Are you mad that we aren’t watching the movie? We can start it in a bit, let me just reply to this guy…” You say with an exasperated sigh, turning your phone’s screen away from his prying eyes.

"Fine, do what you want. But you should really be focusing on getting over your ex right now. If you don't give yourself time to heal, you might just end up making the same mistakes all over again with this new guy. And you know what that means? More heartbreaks." Hyunjin said, putting his phone down with a groan.

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard your little lecture a million times now.” You reply, rolling your eyes. “I swear I’m not into him, he’s just a friend.”

“Whatever, I’m starting the movie. Put the phone down, you can get back to him later.”

"You can't force me, Hyunjin..." You mutter as you roll your eyes, but eventually give in, setting your phone down. Hyunjin puts the movie on and you sit down to watch, leaning back against the warm, firmness of his chest. Hyunjin wraps an arm around you to pull you closer as he settles in for the movie. You're content to rest your head against him as you watch, and you notice that his hand hasn't left your waist. Even though this isn't the first time he’s done that, it makes you feel oddly... special. Maybe you can indulge yourself in his fondness tonight.

He tucks a stray hair behind your ear and nuzzles his cheek against your head.

“I’m always here for you, you know that right?” He whispers gently, as if his words could break you.

“Yeah. I know…”

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leisel's note: hahahhahahahhaha... this chapter was kinda fun to write ngl, enjoy my pookies!!

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #skz fics #<3

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01mishchelle · 1 year ago

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What I’ve learned so far about ‘manifesting’

i find it extremely idiotic how people believe that they have to do this and that to get their desire. believe me, i used to be like that too. 2-3 years ago i joined a shifting community and let me tell ya, everyone overcomplicated the basics. thats when i gave up and left.

a few weeks ago when i was in a negative, heartbroken state and was begging to have my sp back, a manifestation video came up from this user called hyler. i followed her instructions and even sammy ingram’s.

that’s also where i discovered neville goddard for the first time.

i found it quite odd that we had to do affirm all the time, and thats what i did. i still felt weird, unaccomplished. i did get results, the negatives and the positives. i kept on holding on those results as a proof my sp loved me. but deep inside i knew what i was doing was completely wrong. if they tell you to live in the end, why would i affirm 24/7 to have that desire?

+also adding this, i’ve heard about the void state everywhere in pinterest and here and let me tell ya, after the experiences i’ve had in the shifting community, i stayed the (language) fuck away from that. yes sorry for the people who do the void state, yes cool if you do it if it works for you but for me i just hate doing methods.

it didnt make sense for me. i decided to listen to myself and found out more about neville goddard and edward art.

these two gentlemen made me open my eyes for the first time. this is what ive been missing. ive missed the whole point, everyone missed the whole point.

please study edward art’s works and his i am meditation.

anyways, the whole point is that you literally don’t have to lift a finger to have that desire you want. i’ve made some notes for myself when reading edward art:

“If you lived in a world where all things are possible, and you could create anything you want, would you choose to create a situation and then worry about it? No you would not. You only do because you are identifying yourself with your Outer-man! When I start to feel afraid, or worry, or feel pressure that causes me anxiety, I realize that I AM the INNER MAN CREATING that in the WORLD OF IMAGINATION.”

“I want you to stop worrying about HOW or WHEN it is going to happen and instead FEEL secure KNOWING this 3D world reflects what your INNER SELF HAS AND IS WITHIN.”

“In order to actually lose yourself in the imaginal act, one must accept it is real and let go entirely of the outer-world.”

“One must suspend rational thinking, and just accept it is real. They will free themselves that way in their mind.”

“You cannot be afraid anymore to feel and imagine what you want.”

“When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that desire is fulfilled.”

everything is all YOU. everything comes from YOU. YOU are the reason why things are like this. there’s legit no Universe telling you what you have to do. there isn’t anyone you have to follow to have what you want. no. that isn’t the point. the point is that you have been following yourself. everything has been you all along.

so basically about having that desire in imagination….. i know that you don’t have it physically in 3D but that does not matter. the thing you desire is the FEELING. please you must be very (excuse for my language) fucking stupid if you want it in the 3D.

imagine you already have your sp in the 3D, youve done the hard work and he’s/she’s yours now. great. you don’t feel anything, do you?

why do you want to be with your sp? ask yourself that.

im probably thinking that you want to be loved, yes?

bingo, that is the exact thing you desire. YOU desire to be loved. and guess what?

you are already loved. you legit don’t have to do anything to be loved. you are already loved. and i know, how tf am i loved when i’m single?

get that ‘single’ off your vocabulary. what’s important here that the 3D does not define you. put it inside your head. repeat that. remind yourself that.

the 3D is a reflection of your 4D. the 3D wouldn’t exist if the 4D never existed. the 3D lives off of the 4D (your imagination basically)

see? don’t tire yourself out by worrying about the 3D that you cannot change. it’s all in place, you cannot change it. the only way you can change it is by changing yourself.

no i do not want you to change your sp’s behaviour (remember eiypo) i want you to change your behaviour.

how?

well, how would you act and feel if you’re dating your sp?

would you still be worrying about the 3p? would you keep on checking his status if he’s online? would you be wondering if he loves you? would you be questioning on why he hasn’t came back?

all of that is useless! you’re basically still embodying as someone who’s desiring their sp. that is not what you want.

it is easy. you wouldn’t do all of those things. you already embody as someone who is in a happy relationship with your sp. you already know that you are loved. you never have to worry about them. you never feel stressed at all. you’re happy.

that is what’s important. you don’t have to be in the same state all the time btw, if you get reminded or get extremely anxious; just STOP FOR A SECOND.

don’t start affirming or start visualizing. don’t ask yourself if you’re doing it right. what is the point????? of asking that??????

instead, all you have to do is ‘know’ you already have them. leave it be. don’t meddle with it. trust that it has already happened. spoiler: it did ;)

don’t even think about the 3D, the 3D instantly changed because you changed. there is no such thing about waiting for the 3D to conform. there is no such thing about the 3D being your slave and has to obey you (let me tell ya i was confused when i saw those affirmations) the 3D and the 4D go by hand in hand. that’s the thing here.

so yeah.

i’ve read edward art’s works (plus other ppl) like few days ago so this is all the things i’ve learned. just in few days, how crazy is that lmao.

anyways, i hope you learned something from here, i also learned some new stuff while writing this.

bye 🫡

#law of assumption #neville goddard #sp #manifesting #manifestation #edward art #i hope it helped you ehehe

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nottsangel · 3 months ago

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hi! i've been mia for a hot minute, i hope i haven't missed much! i will try to catch up with your posts soon 💕

i came here to rant! 😡 i have been applying to jobs recently, two to be exact. for one i have been scouted (job 1), and for the other i have applied on my own (job 2).

NOW, i really wanted to get job 2, as it was a well-paid position. it was also a bit outside my domain, so i would have expanded my expertise quite a lot! i've undergone the process and last week i had the final interview - and they were really satisfied with me and my skills. sadly, the team leader and manager changed last minute and they are now making me do the interview again!

i would have done it, believe me, but they've already taken so long with the recruitment process. job 1 did all that in a week and a half, and i already have a job offer from them. it pays less than job 2, but it's closer to my area of expertise. i have until tomorrow to accept the offer, so even if i wanted to do the interview again for job 2, i just can't. there's no certainty i would get the position and i am scared to throw away the offer of job 1.

i am overall really sad. disappointed beyond compare and i just- i knew i could get that better paid position, but looks like the universe doesn't want me to.

i am waiting for my roommate to get out of the shower so i can go cry undisturbed. - 🍯 anon

hi my love !!!! and no i don’t think you’ve missed much at all cause i’ve mostly just been focusing on writing my new fic 💕

im so sorry baby, that sounds so stressful!!!! i think you’re making the right decision by choosing job 1 because like you said, you might end up without a job in the end if you decline job 1 and somehow will get not get job 2 too since they’re making you do the interview again. me personally, i always think that situations like these happen for a reason, and that the universe somehow knows that you will be happier with job 1 in the end, even though job 2 pays better and expands your expertise. i totally understand that you feel disappointed about it now cause it feels like you missed a huge opportunity, which is job 2, but maybe job 1 will make you happier and open other doors for you in the future. don’t worry too much love, everything will work out in the end 🩷

#♡₊˚ for arina 🍒・₊#🍯 anon

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capobegone · 2 years ago

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Hey again!! Since I am rewatching demon slayer I see a lot of characters I can recommend for the slug comparisons!

Here are some! Makomo, the big demon from final selection (he is never named I believe, the one who was put in the final selection by Urokodaki) Tanjiro in the cloud kimono (during final selection as well)! or Urokodaki :] (I honestly really wanna see which slugs could be similar to the cloud kimono and since Tanjiro and Urokodaki have different masks it would be cool to see!)

In a separate post you could do the Kamado family since they all have different styles :] you could even do Tanjuro in this outfit:

I think it would be cool to search for!! Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo, Naho, and Kanae (the butterfly girls :D!!) Goto too! Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Senjuro, Suma, Hinatsuru, Makio, Koygai, the lower moons, Susamaru, Yahaba, Koyuki, Hakuji (I know you have done Akaza though it would be cool to see his human form!) Keizo, Uta, Shizu Shinazugawa, Kotoha Hashibira, Ruka Rengoku, Amane Ubuyashiki! (I would say Kie Kamado though I already suggested the Kamado family :])

I sent a lot so you can choose which characters you would like to do first and since there’s so many you could make multiple posts! I hope you have fun with this! :D I am excited to see more characters as sea slugs YIPPEE!

Hello again!! So sorry it took me so long to respond!! Things have been busy recently and this one has required quite a bit of research. For now, I picked the ones that I thought the most unique and interesting results, and perhaps I’ll make it back to some of the others in a separate post in the future. :D

Kamado Tanjuro

-My friend, you’ve done it. You’ve finally given me an excuse to use what is hands down my favorite sea slug of all time: the Cyrce Nigricans!! -ISN’T IT SO COOL???? AAAAAA!! I LOVE IT!

Rengoku Senjuro

-I bet you all thought I couldn’t do it, huh? “But Capo, he looks just like his brother, there can’t be another slug that looks exclusively like him!”

-WRONG! This slug is Senjuro. I said what I said and I will die on this hill.

Susamaru

-I literally went looking for this exact type of slug.

-The orange and the stripes look just like her lil outfit!!

Makomo

-The blue and pink spots seemed very floral to me!

-This one reminded me a lot of her mask.

Hakuji

-Have I told you guys that Hakuji is one of my favorite characters of all time and that I love him more than life itself? Because he is, and I do.

-A bold choice with the Blue Dragon sea slug, but I was really feeling it, and the way that it branches out into an almost snowflake-like pattern sealed the deal for me.

Koyuki

-Ah, yes. Dear, sweet Koyuki. I love her. Gone too soon.

-The white spots on the pink slug look like her kimono, and the yellow noses and lungs on its back look like her hair comb (not visible in this pic, but it’s there)!

This is what I’ve got for now! I have some more that I want to do (just picked one out for Kakushi Gotou but he didn’t make it in yet!), so I’ll try to make another post at some point soon. I gotta buckle down and do some more research to account for some of the nuances between characters that look similar, so we’ll see what I can come up with! :D

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kamado tanjuro #Makomo #rengoku senjuro #susamaru #hakuji soyama #koyuki #hakukoyu #sea slug #nudibranch

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phoenixkaptain · 2 years ago

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I am choosing to never get over Marth’s supports in FE Warriors.

Specifically: Marth and Ryoma.

Just, what’s up with that opener? “You carry yourself with such grace for one so young,” Ryoma, please. And Marth’s response is to completely ignore that part and focus instead on Ryoma mentioning he fights well (Ryoma’s next line)

Every time anyone compliments Marth in this game, he either completely ignores the comment or turns the compliment on whoever he’s speaking with.

Ryoma: “You’re swordsmanship is impressive.”

Marth: “I have a long way to go before my swordsmanship reaches your level of skill.”

This seems to be a common trait of Marth, throughout his appearances. He’s a humble character, who prefers to downplay whatever he’s done to focus on his allies’ achievements. This holds true for his comments in Heroes, too, where he says all of his accomplishments are thanks to his allies.

Depending on how you play Fire Emblem, this could very well be completely true!

Anyway, I love Marth’s inflections when he speaks. I don’t know how to explain it completely, but he is… awkward? He’s very formal, and his tone is polite even when he’s arguing with Caeda. Awkward isn’t the right word, maybe stilted?

(While discussing voices and Fire Emblem characters, I want to briefly touch on Xander’s voice, which does not fit him. He sounds like a frail, little old man. Or, maybe he just isn’t pronunicating as much as characters like Xander or his own siblings? Either way, it is always a shock to me when I hear his voice)

I like Marth’s support with Tiki especially. In every support he has with absolutely anyone, he comes across as kind of motherly? Like, he just supports their decisions and is very gentle while he leads them away from exaggerating. With Tiki, his tone is very brotherly. He’s very obliging to her. It’s very funny that he tells Tiki that he knew they’d be fine when he heard she showed up.

The way Marth talks to the others, I mean aside from Xander and Ryoma, really implies that when he’s nervous, he covers it by speaking more politely. He uses less contractions, which is a shorthand way of making a character feel more refined. And he enunciates very crisply. Alongside his tone, his conversations with people he views as intimidating, like Xander and Ryoma, make him appear more stilted than Marth actually is.

Marth is a very stilted speaker, but he’s also charming? In a very blunt way. I like his conversation with Lyn, because he manages to call her beautiful without making it sound flirtatious. A wonderful talent, I wish I had that.

But also, the way he speaks to Celica and Lyn both is very interesting. Most people would get upset at Celica, since she basically questions all of his life choices, but he’s very calm about it. He doesn’t get upset with her like he does when Caeda suggests he sit off on the side. He doesn’t get frustrated at all. And it’s clear that she sees Alm in Marth, and I think the implication is that Marth knows her complaints aren’t really about him.

But, with both Lyn and Celica, with everyone really but they make fine examples, he is obliging. With Celica, he basically says “I have to fight because that’s the path I’ve chosen, but you have taught me to focus on peace after the fighting’s done.” With Lyn, “I’ll mentor you and you’ll mentor me.” His compliments just sound like a mother to me. I mean, he tells Lyn she’s beautiful in her own way, he is such a mother-

I admittedly am not sure of how old Marth is supposed to be in this game. A lot of characters talk about him being impressive for his age, but what is his age? The number 16 sticks with me, and I looked it up and yeah, no, he’s like 16. He is, by far, the youngest mother protagonist in the series. I think he might be closer, in Warriors at least, to 17 or 18, since Celica’s dialogue implies Marth’s war lasts for years, and Marth says that they’re right in the thick of it. (Not his exact phrasing.) As well, he knows Tiki already, so it has to be somewhat far into the game.

Marth is a fascinating character to dissect the conversations of. It’s difficult for me to feel like I’m speaking in character, because Marth doesn’t act his age even slightly.

The closest we get to Marth acting 16 is probably his conversation with Frederick. He says, “I don’t need anyone to hold my hand,” which would seem out of character if not for the context: Frederick is trying to clean up after Marth. Marth gets a bit flustered because of the implication that Frederick might view him as needing his hand held, like Frederick is viewing him as a child. Even so, he’s very graceful with his complaints, and one might not notice why he’s upset, or the implications behind why he’s upset at least, upon first viewing.

Warriors does a terrible job with height. How tall are these people? You’re trying to tell me that Marth is similar in height to Xander, Chrom, Lucina, Celica, Lyn, and Tiki? All at the same time? I don’t believe you.

I do, however, believe that Marth is relatively small. First: he’s young enough and his voice is high enough for me to be reasonably convinced that he hasn’t had his last growth spurt yet. Second: Lucina is consistently mistaken for Marth, and seeing her next to him, she is similar in build to him. Even if she wasn’t, however, Chrom and Lissa are both direct descendants of him too, and neither of them are exactly huge. Third: Marth grew up in a castle, but only for the most part. For a large portion of the years he would have spent growing, he was on the run or fighting in a war. This almost certainly stunted his growth, at least a bit. Fourth: Marth is bad at horse-riding. He mentions it in Heroes, but specifically, he says he needs help getting on and off of a horse.

Marth is smol. The prosecution rests.

This whole post started because I think it’s really funny that Ryoma calls Marth graceful. His exact word is “graceful.” And, don’t get me wrong, Marth certainly is, that fact is undisputed by any source material, Marth is a graceful person— it’s still really funny that Ryoma comments on it! Technically, I suppose you could view Lyn as commenting on it too. I mean, she says he holds himself “nobly” —which does make it a bit funny that she then asks Marth to teach her to act more like a noble, she really just sees him as embodying the word, huh — but you could view it as her calling him graceful without using that word.

Ofher characters’ reactions to Marth truly are very amusing. They often say “someone like you.” Lucina and Chrom are my favourite examples, because they both are SO pumped to meet Marth. Lucina is fangirling so hard!

(Lucina mentions that she thought of Marth as different than he actually is, like her mental image of him was off I mean, and it has the same vibes to me as Shen Qingqiu seeing Liu Qingge. Don’t ask questions, just take it and go-)

Chrom’s support is fun in that Marth says “I get so caught up in helping others that I forget my own safety.” Celica’s support is fun in that she says she wants to pray for him and he says, “I’ll see that your prayers are answered.” (Which, I mean, he’s kind of likening himself to a god, but I think Marth just doesn’t really get religion? I think he just doesn’t understand that gods answer prayers.) Xander’s support is funny because Xander says he has a lot of work to go to live up to his father and Marth says, “I can’t imagine someone more imposing than you.”

All in all, Marth truly is a fascinating character. I have spent so much of my time thinking about Marth, time I will never get back, and I do not regret a single second.

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