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nnight-dances · 4 months ago

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LOVE 119

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: FLUFF (!!!) with a hint of angst

TROPES: established relationship with age gap, just silly boyfriend girlfriend things because i was in a silly mood, cooking slander, cute lovesick shit.

NOTE: my debut riize fic!!! i know i said i wasn't going to write anything before the vernon fic but guys you have to believe me when i say this fic basically wrote itself. enjoy my wonbin brainrot that was born because i'm scared of getting older but it is what is is, and the way i cope is to write it <3 let me know what you think, ily!

It was never not going to feel weird to you, to have a boyfriend who was younger than you. Forget that Wonbin was only born a year after you, you couldn't shake the weirdness off because you'd never done it before. All of your relationships had been with men older than you, sometimes by outrageous numbers but never so much that they would find a way to abuse their age with you. So why was it that when you'd lay eyes on your current boyfriend and feel a rush of excitement, it made you coil up… like you were doing something wrong?

"You wanna get Wendy's for dinner?" Wonbin asks you, lying upside down on your bed, your white sheets enveloping him and emphasizing his soft edges all over. You blink at him, not meaning to ignore him but ending up leaving his question unanswered when your thoughts pull you back into your head–

It wasn't even like he acted younger. If anything, he was adamant to keep up his tough exterior in front of you most days, only breaking down into the soft romantic he was when you'd show him your own vulnerable sides. In fact, people who knew you were often shocked to find that you were the older one in the equation, eyeing both Wonbin's height advantage and your knack for acting the tantrum-thrower. So, why did you feel this storm brewing in your gut anyway?

"Babe?" Wonbin sits up when you keep staring into space, brows rising in concern, "You good, darling?" The worried tone your boyfriend's questions carry do right to bring you back to earth and you cough in embarassment. Way to start acting your age, you scold yourself, standing up all too quickly.

But brave the iron-deficient darkness that spots your vision for a moment to declare, "No, no more Wendy's. It's too…" you pause, giving yourself a chance to think over your words, "unhealthy. We should look at what we eat."

Really? You were gonna go for the stubborn mom approach?

If there was ever a window for you to take back your words, it was definitely closed now because Wonbin's grinning mischeviously, not quite sure what you were acting out about but enjoying the consequences nonetheless. He rolls over, not a minute's thought to the way his hair was sticking every which way.

"So, what? You're gonna cook us dinner or something?" Wonbin's classic indifference lilts his words but his eyes are sparkling with the possibility of seeing a new side of you.

You cross your arms, a poorly-masked sigh leaving you, "I… will."

With that, you swerve out of your bedroom and pace toward the kitchen, appalled at the situation you were getting yourself into. It was no secret that while you were self-sufficient in most aspects of your life, cooking was far from one of your most-accomplished skills. But that didn't mean you were a complete disaster.

You take a deep breath as you survey the ingredients in your fridge, brain working over-time to come up with a recipe that could be your dinner for the day.

"I'd love some rice and vegetable stir-fry–" Wonbin's cheeky comment stops halfway when he sees your glare but the boy is having too much fun because he continues with a wink, "Please?"

"As funny as you are," you turn back around to the fridge, a plan forming in your mind, "I'm not taking orders today, sorry. And thanks to my limited inventory, tonight's dish is–" You set a carton of eggs on the counter with a sweet smile, "Omurice."

Wonbin's grin falls, right from his eyes when he looks at the counter as you start preparing rice and warm up the pan for the dish. "What? It's dinner time, Y/N!" he complains, "and plus, even if omurice was considered dinner in another world, it'd be for kids."

You gasp dramatically at this words but don't pay his words any attention. You hadn't planned to bring out the pouty boy leaning over the counter, frowning at your every unbothered move, but you can't say you're not enjoying it. And what's better is that you know for a fact that your omurice is your best chance at impressing your boyfriend with your cooking skills.

"Wonbin, trust me, you're not gonna regret sticking around for this omurice," you tell him over your shoulder, expertly sliding the eggs around on the pan, "I made this all the time back in my study abroad days in Japan. I learnt from the best."

This meets Wonbin by surprise, "You studied abroad in Japan? What the hell?"

You laugh, "It was a long time ago and only for a year. Not the most interesting thing about me either."

"That's crazy," Wonbin thinks out loud, "I wish I'd studied abroad."

"Why didn't you?"

"I hate travelling, especially for that short of a time. And I hate making new friends so I decided against wasting my energy."

You nod, "Fair enough. Plus," you spin around to grab two plates from the counter, "If you'd gone, I would've never met you when I did."

Wonbin watches you hard at word, chin on his palm, "I guess you're right. I would've been off-campus for junior year and by the time I'd get back, you would've graduated."

"Scary thought," you muse as you get started on the fried rice beside the omelette that you let cook for just a little.

"Not really, I'm sure we would've met either way," Wonbin says with a conviction that has you turning around with an inquistive look. He shrugs at your teasing look, "What? I think it's lame to think we met just by chance."

"Of course it was," you laugh, "I ran into you and spilled my coffee all over you. Babe, that's literally the definition of a chance encounter. I could've ran into anyone else, or maybe you could've never been there waiting for Sungchan."

You're staring on the ketchup decoration when Wonbin responds, "But you didn't. That's exactly it. There was a chance for all of those other things happening, all at random, but you ran into me. I think that has to mean something."

You can't conceal the goofy grin that spills across your lips when you meet Wonbin's expression of absolute gravity. He's so serious about insisting that you were meant to be and it has your heart melting. "You're cute," you sigh, presenting him with your finished products. He's distracted from the conversation when he catches the sight before him.

"Woah," he lets out, looking at you in shock, "Y/N, this looks amazing."

"Wait till you taste it," you pat his cheek, pulling him along to the makeshift dining table you'd set up recently, with a good view of both the huge window across the room and the television in your living room.

"That's so good," Wonbin groans, speaking with his mouth full, "I'm sorry I doubted your skills, this is the best thing I've tasted."

You laugh, ears redenning at his flattery but relishing the way he can't seem to stop eating the warm dish. "I'm glad you like it," you take a bite yourself, satisfied that you hadn't lost your touch along the years.

"Insane. I didn't know my girlfriend was hiding her inner cook all this time," he comments, smiling when he's done eating, "What else am I going to find out about you? You weren't in a gang or something before I met you, right?"

"Hold your horses, boy," you shush him, taking his plate to the sink, "You'll find out all my secrets with time."

You're running the plates under water to let them soak up some moisture when you feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist. "Wonbin?" you echo.

The boy's nose settles in the crook of your neck, stealing some of the warmth that rushes there at the contact. "Thank you," he mumbles into your back, "You're so cool. I want to be with you forever."

You choke over your own hitched breath, "You can't just say that!"

"Sorry," his tone tells you he's not a bit sorry, "I'm just so happy whenever I'm with you. That's why I can't imagine a world where I'm not with you. Right here, holding you while you take care of me."

"If you're trying to kill me, it's really working," you sigh out with hot cheeks, barely managing to finish washing the dishes with all the sickly sweet confessions that are basically oozing out of Wonbin. He laughs a low laugh, kissing your ear as he pulls away.

Your head feels light, heartbeat irregular because somehow, like always, Wonbin knows exactly what to say. Even if you hadn't voiced your worries out loud, his words were the perfect antidote to the baseless worries you were entertaining earlier. He was so gentle, the way he was reassuring that you weren't the only baby in this relationship, after all, you did your part in looking after him.

"Tell me," you walk up to him, wrapping yourself around his torso this time, face propped up against his chest to look up at him, "It's your turn to share a secret with me."

"Hmm," Wonbin hums thoughtfully, slowly steering both of your bodies toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him, "I don't know… How about the fact that I was in squash club?"

"You were?"

"Yeah, I loved it. I went to every single practice when I was a freshamn, even in the middle of the week, because it got my mind off everything," he says quietly, "It was the only place where I could forget trying to be likeable. I didn't have to make friends, just had to be good at the game."

"And were you?" you ask, knowing the answer to the question.

"Yeah, I think so. That's probably why they wanted to make me captain of the club in sophomore year."

"Oooh, that's amazing. Now it makes sense why your quads are so built," you grin into his skin when he plops both of you onto the bed, "But wait, I don't remember you being captain when I met you?"

"That's because I didn't take the offer. I knew I would have my hands full in junior year and I hate doing things half-heartedly," Wonbin's eyes take on a distant look, but you can tell he doesn't regret his choice a bit. It was his choice, after all.

"Ah, that's a good policy to have," you kiss his cheek, "Thank you for telling me."

Wonbin's lips lift up in a small smile at your comment, nodding in acknowledgment. "Now… are you gonna tell me what was on your mind earlier today?"

You freeze at his keen observation, averting your gaze in an attempt to skirt it, "I– It was nothing. Just stupid stuff. I'm over it though, so don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it if you looked in my eye while you said that," your boyfriend catches you again, firm arm bringing you closer to him, "Come on, sweet, let me in. What's wrong?"

You sigh in defeat. "You're too smart. And if you must know, I was just overthinking our age gap."

"Age gap? You mean that I was born 9 months after you?"

You glare at him, "Okay, I don't appreciate your fact-based attacks on my weaknesses. And an age gap is an age gap. It's my first time being with someone younger."

"So it's natural to feel weird," he completes your thought for you, "But you've always been so chill about it, what made this come up?"

"Not sure," you wonder yourself, "I've been feeling older recently. Even though my birthday was a month ago. I don't know, I feel like I'm not responsible enough sometimes, especially with you– I don't want to make you do everything."

"You don't," Wonbin brushes a thumb against your cheek. "You're always checking up on me, Y/N. And you're the one who made sure we were always communicating with each other, even about the small things. I think you'd pass the old soul check any day."

You chuckle softly at your boyfriend's reassurance, "You're not wrong. But you're sure I'm… enough?"

Wonbin frowns at your concern, "Hey, now that's a bigger issue than our age gap. Of course– You're more than enough, Y/N. Did you not hear me earlier? I can't imagine not being with you. That means, I can't imagine living without you. I'm like the luckiest guy to have managed to get you in bed with me. I'm serious, you turned my life around when you ruined my favorite shirt that day–"

"And I've apologized endlessly about it–"

"You're the reason I'm not a loner, following Sungchan around all the time because he's the only one who doesn't think of me as a stuck-up idiot. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, I think I get it," you stop him, hand on your chest when he keeps snuggling closer, lips a breath away from your skin. "I'm not thinking those thoughts anymore, babe. I know you love me. I love you, too."

"Good," he pecks your nose, "But I have to say, you're hot when your older side comes out. Watching you cook me dinner was an experience I'm not forgetting anytime soon."

"I guess I better do it more then," you tease him, fingers running through his soft hair, "I'll go on a grocery run later this week. Cook you that stir-fry you wanted, huh?"

"If you're trying to get into my pants right now, congrats, you've made it," Wonbin laughs, cheeks warm at your bold promise. "But yes please, and can I come grocery shopping with you?"

"Sure you won't get bored? Grocery shopping is a boring adult chore, you know–"

"Okay, I don't think you're allowed to use your age to belittle me–"

"Or what? You're gonna get mad at me?"

"I hate you– I'm gonna go home if you're gonna–"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, babe, come back!"

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soloroomies · 5 months ago

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lifemate (Chapter 1/ Sakusa x f!reader)

summary: how did it all start? word count. 1.9k cw. marriage pact au, potential mature content a/n. this is my first time writing fic! hope you all enjoy this story! (♡ n pls let me know if you do enjoy them ♡) Masterlist

Every month, Motoya Komori, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and you meet up to catch up and enjoy each other's company. Surprisingly, despite the passage of time and the changes in your lives, you have managed to maintain your friendship well since high school. Your bond remains strong, bolstered by frequent chats in your group chat, where you exchange life updates.

Now you’re all in your late 20s, with you and Sakusa the same age, 27 years old, and Motoya a year older. Each of you is navigating your own unique path in life. Motoya Komori, always the cheerful one, shares his latest thoughts and plans. "Nothing much," he says with a grin, "just thinking about coaching some kids in my block." Then, he adds, "Mia thinks that’s a good idea too," his eyes light up when he talks about his wife, his smile widening. It's been a year since their wedding, and he’s never been happier. He met his wife during an open trip to Europe in his early 20s, a serendipitous encounter that changed his life forever.

Sakusa, on the other hand, often brings up his ongoing struggle with his fame. "I keep trying to decline gifts from fans," he admits, a hint of frustration in his voice. Despite his attempts to maintain some semblance of normalcy, his popularity often complicates things.

It’s no wonder you think that Kiyoomi is popular among women. A single, talented man who looks dedicated to his career is bound to attract attention. People on the internet often compliment his looks too. Standing at 6’4” with a lean build, his black wavy hair adds to his appeal. You can imagine his struggle a bit—balancing his demanding career with the expectations and attention from fans and potential romantic interests alike.

As for you, you share your own challenges of juggling your main job with multiple side jobs. It’s a constant balancing act, trying to manage everything without letting anything fall through the cracks. Yet, despite the hectic schedule, you find solace in these monthly meet-ups, a reminder of the enduring friendship that has weathered the storms of life.

“Why do you have to do several jobs?” Komori asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

You chuckle lightly and start explaining the reality of life outside the athletic world. “Well, life actually works a bit differently for non-athletes,” you say with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. You go on to explain that you're still early in your career, and your current job is only a mid-paying one. “I need some more money to cover my living costs and to send some to my retiring parents,” you add, your tone growing more serious.

Komori listens intently, nodding in understanding. He realizes that while his career path as a professional athlete offers certain financial stability and perks, your situation requires juggling multiple jobs to make ends meet and support your family.

Komori agrees with your statement about the high living costs, even for him. You continue, “Well, now that I think about it, in this economy, for average people, I think marriage helps a lot in a financial way. I mean, by having two incomes in the household. If we didn’t put children into the equation, though, maybe.”

Komori agrees, “Well, maybe that’s true. But I don’t know much about that since my wife stays at home. But financials aside, having someone to come home to… I don’t know how to put it. But it’s less lonely and, y’know? Feels like someone always has my back no matter what.”

Sakusa interjects, “But you don’t have to get married, you know? You can just move in with your girlfriend.”

Komori shakes his head, “I don’t know, man. It’s a different sense of security.”

You chime in, “Ooh, I get it. Maybe it’s kinda like… all these paperwork you sign? So, it feels verrrry official?” You raise your eyebrow, prompting Komori to laugh.

“Maybe? I don’t know. I’m just happy and secure. That’s all I feel,” he says with a contented smile.

You sigh and slam your hand on the table, “Man, I don’t even think about that. I just think it’s nice to split rent and chores with someone.”

Komori hums at your statement, then turns to Sakusa. “What do you think, Omi?”

Sakusa shrugs, “I just think being married makes it more convenient for me to politely decline some of the persistent and creepy fans.”

You chuckle, “Ha. Ha. Okayyy starboy. Totally not relatable.”

Komori adds thoughtfully, “Hey, in a sense, that applies to you as well in terms of being more secure when walking at night. Ward off some creepy men, y’know?”

You nod, a wry smile on your face, “Hey! That’s so fucking true. Pfft, I hate the world that we live in.” You sip on your drink, finding a moment of solidarity in the shared laughter and understanding.

“Okay. Now this conversation made me want to get married. But I can’t even afford a relationship right now. Trying to start a relationship is too urgh,” you say, scrunching your nose. “Too many steps to deal with. And don’t even talk about the emotional roller coaster! It’s just too tiring!”

You used to be a hopeless romantic at heart, dreaming of the day you would meet that one person, your prince charming. Falling in love so hard that your head feels dizzy, experiencing all those cute butterflies in your stomach, and seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses due to the happiness of love.

However, the idea seems more and more impossible as you grow older. Reality has hit you hard. Maybe it’s just bad luck, but you’ve never been lucky in your romantic life. It’s not like no one wants you; there are men who approach you. But the ones who do either don’t meet your standards or turn out to be douchebags when you try to get to know them better and pursue more, leading to frustrating situationships. It’s exhausting to be attached to them and constantly ride an emotional roller coaster.

Moreover, you can’t think of anyone or any way to meet someone new at the moment. You’re not keen on the idea of dating apps either, as you feel like you’re not that fun in chat, and it just feels too unnatural to meet someone new that way. Especially a potential lover. Damn all these standards you’ve set for yourself!

Sakusa speaks up, “I get that, and I don’t understand what girls want either.” Sakusa doesn’t usually talk much during your discussions, but he enjoys listening to you and Komori's thoughts. Right now, he finds himself agreeing with you on the topic. Everyone knows that Sakusa isn’t the most socially adept person. He doesn’t easily make new friends, despite knowing many people from all the training, practices, and matches he has been involved in. However, he can't exactly call them friends. That's why he treasures this friend group, even though one of its members is literally his cousin. It’s something he can describe as “cousins by blood but friends by choice.”

Given this, it’s not hard to understand why it’s not easy for him to have a romantic relationship either. He can be attracted to someone—he experienced it several times during his school days, having little “relationships” that lasted only a few months. But these days, it’s getting harder to form meaningful connections. Lots of girls try to approach him, fans and acquaintances alike. Some have piqued his interest, but nothing has gone beyond a few dates. So, he truly gets it when you say it’s tiring.

“What?! So you don’t understand me?” you exclaim.

Sakusa rolls his eyes. “No, I understand you. It’s different. We’ve known each other since high school.”

“Ha. Right,” you reply with a hint of sarcasm.

Komori is silent, looking at both of you intently. He clears his throat, “Hey, you know, right? There’s something called platonic marriage?”

Sakusa stares blankly. “What’s that?”

“I know!” you chime in. “It’s like you’re married, but you’re not actually involved romantically.”

“Oh. I’ve heard of them. Interesting, I guess,” Sakusa responds.

“Yeah. It’s like you can get the marriage benefits without having to deal with all the emotional roller coasters that relationships give you,” you explain.

“True. But it’s too creepy and risky, right? To marry some random strangers?” Komori folds his arms and laughs.

You give a distasteful expression and respond quickly, “Of course! I wouldn’t dream of it. If I ever wanted to do a platonic marriage, it would be with someone that I know quite well.”

The three of you suddenly become silent. Komori smirks at you and Sakusa.

“What are you even implying?!” you demand.

“Hey! It’s not crazy, though! You mentioned it yourself.” He makes quotation marks with his fingers. “It would be with someone that I know quite well.”

You widen your eyes. He’s right, you think. But still, it’s borderline crazy and something that never crossed your mind. Sakusa? And you?! Sure, you think he looks good. But then again, you’ve never considered any of your friends ugly! Moreover, you’ve always seen him as your friend since the beginning. Which… is actually the definition of platonic. It’s perfect! Shit… But Sakusa would never agree with this kind of thing… right?

You steal glances at him. Fuck. He actually looks like he’s thinking about it. It’s not the usual indifferent face he’s making. He’s thinking. Wow. Years of friendship really do give you the ability to differentiate his micro-expressions.

“Look. It’s just… an idea. A good idea, can I say?” Komori wiggles his eyebrows and smiles proudly. “Given you guys’ predicaments. It’s like the stars aligned, y’know? I’ll definitely support you guys. There. You guys have my blessing,” he laughs.

You and Sakusa exchange quick glances. He shows a lack of repulsiveness. Now that you think about it, this thing actually fits him. But does he really think it is a good idea?

“Some friends do make marriage pacts or whatever it’s called,” Komori adds.

Oh, right. You definitely have heard about that. Something like if we’re not married by the age of… we should marry each other.

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard something like that. But isn’t it complicated?” you ask.

“What would be complicated? It’s all for convenience, right?” Komori replies.

“That’s just insane, though…” you mutter.

You all go silent for a bit but then you try to change the topic and continue to talk about other trivial life updates. Other things that aren’t awkward and, again, crazy to think about. Your mind isn’t ready to handle the full visualization, especially with Sakusa right in front of you.

After another hour, you and the other two decide to head home. You still have to work tomorrow, after all. Urgh, the work thoughts on Sunday are the worst. These meet-ups with Sakusa and Komori always prove to be very recharging to your mental battery. You’re so glad to have this monthly meet-up with your two precious friends.

On your way home, you replay the conversation you had earlier about the platonic marriage and can’t help but think of how good of an idea it is. The words “financial” and “someone to come home to” ring in your head. Shit. You do often feel lonely in your apartment nowadays.

If you ever agree to do something like a platonic marriage, the idea of being married to Omi doesn’t sound bad at all. Your very dear friend since high school. Someone you’ve known for more than 10 years. Someone who knows your antics and vice versa. He can be a pain in the ass a lot of times, insensitive at times. But the good thing is that you can be blunt with him. He might be an ass, but he does always listen whenever you scold him for anything insensitive he does.

But anyway, it’s just an idea. It will be forgotten, right?

Spoiler: No, it’s not.

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something-very-wrong · 11 days ago

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The real problem with "are they a bottom or a top" fandom conversations is that everyone equates being a bottom with being a sub and being a top with being a dom. Also the whole thing is switch erasure because no one ever includes or considers that option.

BUT ANYWAYS.

Lamb is a Sub. There entire life they have been forced into sitautions where they were either in control or dead, so when it comes to the bedroom and they are with someone they trust they just want to let go and bliss out in. subspace. They were fighting for their life all alone for so long, and then forced into a leadership role they never asked for regardless of whether or not they ended up enjoying it. I think they would just want to be taken care of. All that aside, my version of the lamb is almost always either a sub or a service top. They like caring for others and being cared for.

Narinder is a Dom partially because of ego and partially because he has too many trust issues to properly enjoy subbing (most of the time). Even when he does truly trust his partner there is always that subconscious fear, for that reason subbing would probably be good for him but only after a certain amount of character development. I think there are times when the mood strikes and he needs the comfort of letting someone else take control and take care of him though, so he probably would sub occasionally once you get far enough into the realtionship (with the lamb)

As for the bottom/top debate they are both switches because I demand representation for my demographic. Also they are both top tier freaks. The absolute freakiest.

Shout out to @joffyworld because this post is based on that one post they made. Maybe i'll do the other bishops too idk. I think it would be fun but I also I don't want to copy Joffy too much.

#gale force winds #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #tw suggestive #I can't believe i'm putting this in the main tags

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paintingwhiteceilings · 10 months ago

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Can you do Male Reader X EXO?

So, its basically when either Male reader or an EXO member is struggling with his homework.

❃EXO and helping with your school/uni work ❃

A/N: Heyyy, I am so sorry this took as long as it did. I had to take some time off of posting on Tumblr as I am about to start my graduation process for my RMA. In a way, it was super cathartic to write this prompt so it became a bit of a mix between school and uni work, I hope you don't mind :')

Regarding male x-readers: I try to keep my prompt as gender-neutral as possible, mostly so anyone can insert themselves regardless of whether they identify as male, female, non-binary, etc. However, I am totally open to doing any LGBTQIA+-specific prompts, so feel free to do so!

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ Considering this man is rumoured to have a PhD (although not specified in what), you would think that he would be an amazing person to have around when you are struggling through your homework/coursework. However, being smart doesn’t always equate to being able to offer understandable explanations.

✾ His brain skips so many steps when he is tackling a problem or working on an essay. He knows why something is right or wrong, but he can’t really explain how he got to his answers. It comes so naturally to him that he struggles to dissect his thought processes and convey them to someone else.

✾ Ultimately, he will convince you to email your teacher/professor; they can explain it much better than he can, anyway. After having corresponded so often with professors during his own studies, he is more than capable of helping you with formulating your email in such a way that they would agree to help you out.

✾ Still, after having studied as much as he has, he understands the struggle of keeping up with homework/coursework. Considering he got his degrees whilst being an idol, he is incredible at planning his work efficiently. Thus, he instead offers to help you with creating a schedule, giving you a more healthy work-life balance.

Suho/Junmyeon:

✾ Well, considering that he has an MA in Cultural Management and talked at Stanford (plus it has been proven time and time again that Suho is incredibly intelligent), he is one of the best members to go to if you ever struggle with your homework/coursework. He strikes me as someone who, although they are incredibly smart, can explain his inner thoughts very well.

✾ Give him a whiteboard, and he will shine. Don’t ask me why, but I can totally imagine him being one of those people that is convinced that “you have to visualize things. Write it down to have more space in your head to think.” Does that work? Maybe. Is it annoying to be told time and time again to “just draw it”? Yes.

✾ If he isn’t familiar with the topic/class that you are struggling with, he will take time out of his busy schedule to familiarize himself with it. He will find a couple of sources or a handbook so that he can read up on it.

✾ A part of him enjoys studying and learning together, smiling the entire time as you do so. Despite your own stress on why you can’t seem to work through the problem/assignment, you can’t help but return his quiet enthusiasm.

Baekhyun:

✾ Another member who went to university to get his degree (although I can’t find out whether he has a BA or MA, sources are so incredibly vague) and is probably used to studying whilst being unbelievably busy. Furthermore, Suho has said before that although Baekhyun tends to be the mood maker of EXO on camera, Baekhyun is a deep thinker and has many philosophical conversations with him in private. Therefore, I can imagine him being another member who would be good at conveying his thoughts very well, offering you a coherent explanation.

✾ He would be an expert on making studying fun. Instead of having to cram a bunch of facts or read a long dry article for your next class, he would find a way to gamify it, turning it from a long boring study session into a fun competition. Although he might not be a huge help regarding the content of your class, he would help you to keep your motivation while studying.

✾ At the same time, I can totally see Baekyhun being a massive distraction while studying. You will be trying to solve a problem or work on that lengthy essay, and Baekhyun keeps trying to get you to pay attention to him, as he is too restless to sit still and study. He strikes me as someone who tries to convince you to do it tomorrow instead.

Chen/Jongdae:

✾ He has an MA in Media Advertisement so you can bet that he can sell a story. I am pretty sure Media Advertisement falls under either business or communication studies, so he will probably be not too shabby at statistics either. He will, therefore, not only sell you on why studying this particular subject is fun, but he will also be able to help you actually study the contents of most math-based subjects.

✾ Chen probably is too busy to delve deeply into the subject matter that you are trying to grasp, though. He will try, nonetheless, to work through it with you. He will sit next to you as you try to solve equations, and although he might not have mastered the theory himself, he will try to learn it with you, giving you a fresh set of eyes.

✾ I think rather than being incredible at explaining stuff, he would be an amazing person for emotional support. I can see him prioritize calming you down first and having you take a step back from studying to clear your head. He would make sure that you stay hydrated and fed while studying, preparing a bunch of snacks beforehand that he will hand out as a reward for making it through another chapter.

Chanyeol:

✾ Am I tired of repeating myself and saying “This member is smart because they got their degree”? Yes. Am I insanely impressed with most of EXO going to university whilst balancing their studies with a full-time idol career? Yes, and I will never shut up about it. Anyway, yeah Chanyeol went to university bla bla, making him, not just smart, bla bla, but also hard-working, bla bla. You know the drill.

✾ Regardless of whether Chanyeol is well-studied in the field you are struggling in, nothing will stop him from becoming an expert. He is reading up on it as if his life depended on it, driven by his strong dislike of being bad at something. It doesn't matter whether you tell him it is okay and that you can always ask a fellow student or your teacher/lecturer; he is having none of it.

✾ At this point, he is more frustrated about not grasping a particular part of the theory than you. Even after you two manage to work through your homework/coursework, he will continue to read up on the topic until he fully understands it.

✾ He might be an overachiever and perfectionist who could’ve very well used the time that he spent on a piece of information he will never ever use again more wisely, but if anyone ever needs to know more about that specific theory, he can tell them everything.

D.O./Kyungsoo:

✾ Listen, I love him with every fibre in my body, and I will continue to do so until I turn to dust, but Kyungsoo has admitted, on several occasions, that he is not a big fan of studying. Sure, he got his degree, just like the others, and got his culinary license, indicating that he is more than capable of retaining a ton of information and working through difficult assignments/problems. But, does he enjoy studying? No, not really; he got it over with and seems glad to be done.

✾ So, when you ask him to help you with your homework/coursework, he will remind you, at least seven times, that he isn’t too good at studying and that there are better people to ask for help instead. He will try his best, albeit reluctantly, reminding you continuously to lower your expectations.

✾ In the end, he will try to help out in a different way, either by supplying you with a ton of study snacks or recounting how he worked through tough assignments back when he was in university, with the hope that maybe it works for you as it did for him. He makes sure that you are as comfortable as you can be, convinced he can’t do much more than that.

Kai/Jongin:

✾ Listen, don’t get me wrong, I adore Kai. However, I have to say that he is not the brightest when it comes to academia (at least compared to the rest of EXO) or, like, his common sense. Yes, he had his moments of genius in New World, and I am sure that when it comes to memorizing dance and lyrics, he is insanely good. However, give him a math problem, and he will cry.

✾ Kai strikes me as someone who was exhilarated to be done with school, not seeing the point of going to university like the rest of his members. When you ask him to help you out with your home/coursework, something inside of him dies as he knows nothing that will be leaving his mouth will be helpful. He is too sweet to say no and will try his hardest to help you with whatever you are struggling with. Nevertheless, he is even more lost than you upon reading your assignment, confused by all the fancy words the assignment seems to be using.

✾ Nevertheless, Kai would be an amazing person if you need someone to talk to without necessarily needing any advice/answers, just to get your own ideas out of your head. He knows exactly when to nod and say “hmhm”, aware that you don’t necessarily want to get his input, only needing him to work through your thoughts and ideas on your own.

✾ Honestly, he gets an A for effort for me. Kai is good vibes only, and he would give you a hug for support.

Sehun:

✾ Another one who is glad he finished school and never has to go back. Again, don’t get me wrong, I love Sehun, but you can’t deny that he isn’t the smartest person in the room. As Suho said during EXO Ladder, “I think, they (the beluga whales) have the same IQ as Sehun” after noting they have an IQ of 60-90.

✾ Where Kai still tries to help out, he flat-out refuses. What do you mean you need his help finishing your work? He is so unapologetic about it too and slightly offended; why did you have to remind him about the horror that is school? He left that behind him and under no circumstances will he ever be dragged back in. He is rich, and he needs no degree.

✾ Such a bad influence on you as he tries to keep you from doing your work. “Well, if you are struggling with your homework you might as well take a break and go to the convenience store with me.” Funnily enough, it actually helps to clear your head. Sometimes the best thing to do is to step away and try again with a clearer mind. Sehun maintains that it was his plan all along; you doubt it.

✾ He will end up asking one of his members to assist you with your homework, calling in a favour with, for instance, Suho. They are all down bad for him, so you end up with the best tutors EXO has to offer.

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ohbloggerimagines · 1 year ago

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nsfw hcs for kinks/habits rocket has ?

UH YES absolutely i can do that

i hope this is what you wanted and if not you let me know <33

(also sorry to anyone who doesn't use she/her pronouns its just easier for me to write like that ;-;

Of course, he’s very into marking his territory. Biting, scratching, the whole like. Masochist, but a gentle one. He’s been through his own pain and doesn’t want to see you in too much pain…unless you ask for it..

He loooves to use his mouth. Cunnilingus, analingus, he just absolutely adores pleasuring you with his tongue. He’s not just good at using it for sarcasm.

Into the smell and taste of sweat. It’s a little weird, but he equates it with hard work. His scent power is just so strong and he finds your smell just so sweet and inviting. Absolutely loves on you after any workout or the like. You have caught him smelling your clothes and once even your underwear. (But you only caught him one time.. Who knows how often it happens?)

Bondage!! He himself hates being tied up of course after what happened, but he is very into tying you up and marking you up. He will always make sure you are comfortable, but the second you give him the go ahead its game on.

Very dominating in the bedroom. He will harass and tease the hell out of you just to watch you whimper and squirm, and definitely derives pleasure from you being under his control.

Lowkey into feet, but very lowkey. They’re just so different from his! Loves to massage your feet or just touch them. Not super into them sexually, but he gives them their time to shine.

Loves to roleplay, his favorite is pretending you don’t know each other at the bar and flirtin’ you up and trying to get you home with him. He enjoys the looks he gets from people seeing someone like him picking up someone like you. Into the whole “I’m gonna have to arrest you, sweets.” “What would I have to do to get out of it..?” type roleplay too.

Loves using things on you and in you. He loves being inside you on his own, but being in control with a remote vibrator in public? He just about loses his mind watching you try and hide your pleasure when you’re in a meeting and he’s using the damn thing on you. Has used a paddle on your ass a few times.

He isn’t super into being dominated himself, but he’s let you do it a few times just to see you happy.

Into nipple play, loves licking, touching, biting, anything to your pretty nipples and rubbing your chest.

Whenever you say his name he gets excited, especially in the bedroom. Enjoys hearing it roll off your tongue begging for mercy. “Rocket..” “Shit, Love it when you say my name..”

Whenever he knows you’re in the mood, he can smell it. And oh does he love to deprive you of it until you’re practically grabbing him. There’s been a few times where you’re in public/the presence of everyone else and he just knows. He does not let you live it down. “Were you thinkin’ about me earlier, doll? I could tell you wanted somethin’.”

Gets horny at the wrong time all the time. You just turn him on soo much. He’s pulled you into the bathroom more than once for a quickie. The thought of someone catching you both gets him going. He acts cool and collected while you’re trying to stop your legs from shaking before you walk out and act like it didn’t happen. Even though half the time it's easy to tell..

Stoick and snarky to you in front of everyone else, but in your room, its all ‘good girl’ ‘my girl’ ‘princess’

Loves degrading.. “You like that?” “Take it.” “You are so easy..” “You came already? Fuck, I’m good.” “Don’t you dare come, or else I’m done.” anything like that he loves growling it into your ear.

Can go for a long time. But when he comes its like a fucking waterfall.

You get him back, though. Loves your gentle touching of the metals on his back and chest. Says he hates when you touch his tail but it’s because it just sends some type of shock and pleasure through him. Enjoys when you just love on his body since he thinks he’s not worthy.

He will take care of you after everything is done, though, he makes sure you get the after care you deserve and curls up next to you and praises you when he’s done fucking the shit out of you.

#rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon #gotg #gotg3 #hes a kinky little shit #hc #rocket raccoon hc

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snakes-are-the-best · 6 months ago

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What's up with Alastor and Husk? Hazbin Hotel Theory (More like questions)

So I was re-watching Hazbin Hotel and got a few questions. So we all know that Alastor is a narcissistic, self-centered, sarcastic person that enjoys looking down on others. But we also know that he HATES being in the “shadows” of other people. He hates it when Carmilla says she doesn’t care he is back (episode 3), he hates Lucifer as soon as he lays his eyes on him (Lucifer is the king of hell, leagues above Alastor) (episode 5), and most of all, he hates being on someone’s leash. He despises being put in this position so much, he threatens to kill Husk were he to make such a remark ever again. (episode 5) And this last part got me thinking.

Considering his reaction, we can safely conclude, that Alastor is faaar from being ok with someone controlling him. The mere mention of this fact triggers an outburst of rage and cruelty. He also desperately tries to find “a backdoor to the constraints of the deal” (musical mental breakdown, episode 8). So if this is the case, he would never willingly tell anyone about it. So why does Husk know this in the first place? Alastor himself would never tell him, if only for his own prideful nature, his ego would never allow him to share such an information. Plus, he owns Husk. It’s not like Husk is his equal. So how did this happen? Was Husk there when the deal was struck?

To further add to my notice, in episode 5, when Husk talks about Alastor being gone, he hesitates a bit at the start, something he never does with anyone. In the earlier episodes, he openly curses in front of Alastor and does not care two pence about his reaction. In episode one, he loudly complains about being forced to play bartender with Alastor in the room. Throughout the series, he constantly stays in a foul mood and does not even try to make an actual effort, just does what he is told to. Here, however, he takes a breath before talking, almost like he understands it’s a delicate matter. Then, when he mentions “it’s not like anyone knows why” his tone sounds like HE knows. So here is my first question: how and why does Husk know about Alastor’s deal and his absence period?

Secondly, once again taking Alastor’s disdain of being on a leash into consideration, how is Husk still alive? Killing him at this point in the story is a no go, that would arise questions from everyone and would risk Charlie’s anger and possible exclusion of Alastor from the hotel and its business. I am talking about the period before Alastor came to the hotel. Even if his deal (according to some popular theories) obliged him to go straight to the hotel after his return, there was no need to pull Husk into this equation. He could have summoned any other minion as a bartender and then been on his merry way to kill Husk. And sure, I’ve seen people say, why would he kill Husk when he already owns his soul and has him frightened? Well, the thing is, Husk isn’t exactly forbidden from talking about the deal from what we’ve seen (he openly mentions the leash in front of Alastor), so what if, one day, he said "screw it" and, one way or another, shared the details of the deal with someone like Vox? And even if he couldn’t do that, wouldn’t it be safer to erase the only known person that has the information about the leash Alastor so despises? Would losing one soul not be better than the potential threat to the deal’s secrecy? Especially, when the said person absolutely HATES Alastor’s guts? Could there be a deeper connection to these two than just a slave and an owner? Maybe they knew each other when they were alive? Both lived sometime during the 1900-1930s.

In conclusion, I present two questions: why and how does Husk know about Alastor’s deal and why is he not dead yet?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel vox #alastor's deal #radio demon #husker #alastor #alastor the radio demon #please share your thoughts #this is my first theory #help

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idrewacow · 2 months ago

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One of the things I really enjoy (and respect!) about your negitoro fics is how different Miku and Luka are with every fic. It embodies the spirit of vocaloid, I think, that they can be anything if put into the right setting and given to someone who knows how to use them.

There's no question that 'Tale of Survival' Miku is worlds away from 'Stray Cat' Miku, and 'The Reason' Luka is... quite different from 'Panthera' Luka, to say the least. And yet, I find myself immersed in the world of each fic so quickly that I wouldn't even think to doubt that this is them, without question. Within each universe, they've got spot-on, consistent characterization that just blows me away.

So my question is, if you don't mind sharing, what goes into the character planning process for your stories? How do you decide who they are for each new story?

Thank you!

That's quite a tough question, actually. A little bit of a chicken and the egg situation in this case, because it begs the question: what comes first, the story or the characters within?

It honestly varies immensely per project. Going into Tale of Survival, or Stray Cat, I knew exactly who I was writing because those were based off of prompts. So I went in going knowing who it would all be about, so crafting the story became an art of finding an interesting place to put these people. Then, once you put them there, you realize that their environment has an impact on these characters, and they change and evolve into someone new.

The Reason is the opposite: I wanted a very particular setting, a mood, a set of circumstances. I wanted a story to go exactly the way I wanted it to so I crafted a set of characters that would make the story move accordingly. But then the characters grow and you learn who they are and boom, their decisions go against yours and the story veers slightly out of control towards the end.

So as you can see, regardless of what I start with, whether it be characters or story, the other half of the equation inevitably ends up imposing itself. And as many authors know, it ends up working out anyway because stories are organic things. As long as things move forward and evolve, they're usually interesting by nature.

To answer on a more technical level, actual character crafting and planning isn't something I get very involved with. There are tons of guides out there, sheets to fill, advice for creating a consistent character, and they can all be helpful. But most of the time, when I put the pin down in what kind of character I want (whether I start with a character, or whether I need one for a particular story) I just kind of...go by gut feeling. I know exactly who I start with, and for this sometimes I do use these characters sheets and such. Plus, generally, I can guess how they'll fare and grow throughout the story. A character arc is always a must-have, after all. I knew that Luka in Space Shanty would go through a major transformation character-wise, otherwise she would just be deeply unsympathetic until the end.

But when it comes to the details, I just trust my gut to tell me how they'll reply, how they'll reason, what they'll think, how they'll prioritize, depending on their situation and who they are right then and there. If I need a reminder of who they are, I re-read the text I've written so far, placing special attention to their growth, what they've witnessed and learned, and what kind of flaws are still holding them back. Sometimes I'll make little notes: "Remember Miku doesn't know about xyz yet," or "Luka shouldn't accept xyz until abc," stuff like that. And always, upon re-reading after the first draft is done, I fix the pacing, tweak dialogue, because you never know exactly who they are and what they've been through exactly until it's all been written down and committed to the page. Kind of like writing the introduction of a paper only after writing the rest: it's best to write the introduction only after you know exactly what you're introducing. In my first draft, I didn't know that Luka from Stray Cat would make the move until she kind of just did, again, due to environment, interactions, and unanticipated growth. And once she did, I had to go back and make sure that it made sense for her character, and when it did, I solidified that.

Long story short, it's an incredibly vague and imprecise art for me. Which makes it a bit of a relief to hear that my characterizations are as solid as they are! But no character exists in a vacuum, spending time to carve one into stone has never helped me, and vibes are apparently just enough to get the job done. Write, re-write, read it again, write it all over again, all the while getting to know who you're working with and exactly what they're going through. Don't insult their intelligence, don't make light of their pain, don't skip on the happiness, know exactly what they stand to lose and what they want to gain. Make them wonder what they'd rather do: lose and keep what they have, or win at the cost of all they had. Even victory has a cost (at the very least, the sacrifice of the status quo), and you're never left with the same person you started with.

I hope that answered the question! Thanks again for the kind words. :)

#vocaloid #megurine luka #hatsune miku #fanfiction #writing

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deans-baby-momma · 1 year ago

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Law & Love Chapter 19

A/N: Only one more chapter left guys. I hope ya'll have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

It was only about half an hour before I saw headlights coming toward me as I stood at the entrance of Walker farm.

The vehicle slowed and I immediately recognized Beau's red truck. I smile as I step forward and grab the handle when he comes to a stop.

"Hello stranger," I say, happy to see him but that joy quickly fades when I see his face. His brows are furrowed and his lips are clamped into a thin line.

"What are you doing here?"

Okay, he was upset. If his face hadn't given it away, the anger in his voice surely would. But why was he mad?

"Told you I came to visit a friend," I explain again. "But we had a disagreement and I don't know if I can still consider him a friend."

"Him? Who's him? He wouldn't be a Texas Ranger would he?"

"Uh…..oh-" I say as I realize Beau and Cordell know one another. In fact, that's how I met Cordell; he had come to Helena looking for the man beside me. "-yea. But I'm guessing you've already figured that out."

Beau didn't say anything, just dropped the truck in gear and started driving down the dark highway. It was quiet in the cab, other than Beau's brooding.

"How did you become friends with Walker?" he queried about five minutes later.

"Funny story," I say, trying to lighten the mood. "He came up a few months back, looking for you. Said he needed help on an old case you two worked together on."

"Mmm," Beau hummed and I started considering how much to tell him.

"Listen, this was not long after you left and came back to restart your life with your family. I was-" I pause to think of the right word to use. "-bitter. I felt rejected. I know you and I hadn't really labeled what we were, or weren't but I was feeling down and saw him as a way to try and get over you so I asked him out."

Beau doesn't say a word, he is listening but not giving any input so I continue. "After our date, he left the next morning but we kept in contact…"

"Your date lasted all night?" Beau asks and I see him grip the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white.

"Uh, yea. He spent the night with me." I know I'm making myself out as a slut but I've decided to come clean - so I do. "We had sex."

"I got the obvious hint."

"So we exchanged numbers and texted or talked everyday. I thought we were becoming more than friends, but apparently I was wrong."

"Y/N," Beau says, and his voice is softer now, almost imploring. "What did he do?"

I shrug, now feeling like an idiot for thinking we were anything more. "Nothing, really. Just put some things into perspective for me."

"That's……vague," Beau announces. "Do I need to turn this truck around and go kick some Ranger ass?"

I laughed. "No. It's okay. Not even worth your time. He's a player. Sex for him is just a way to pass the time. I'm the one who brought intimacy into the equation."

The rest of the drive back is quiet save for the radio playing on low, barely audible. I use the silence to recall all that has happened in the last year of my life.

I leave a narcissistic boyfriend and move halfway across the country, get a job, make friends, get a stalker who almost kills me. One of the so-called friends betrays me in the foulest, tasteless ways - get chummy with and end up moving in with the acting Sheriff at the time - only for him to leave to go back to his ex-wife. Then meet a man who I think could be something more, only to find out he is the exact opposite of who I thought he was.

To say my life has improved is laughable. Maybe I'm the problem. The common denominator in all those scenarios is me.

“So, um-" I break the stillness. "-how's your wife, Carla, is it? How does she feel about you coming out to pick me up?"

"She doesn't know," Beau grunts out.

"Oh? Keeping secrets already? That doesn't sound proactive to your relationship."

"Mmhmm," Beau hums and turns into the parking lot of a hotel. I'm surprised that they live here, seeing as his wife and daughter always seem to be so well off when I'd met them before.

"I don't live with Carla and Emily any more."

That statement shocks me. I have so many questions. Why? What happened? Is that why he said he was coming back to Helena? But it's my turn to stay quiet while he talks.

"It's not working out between us," he says. "I thought we could be a family again, give Em a stable family foundation but," he pauses and I watch him run a hand over his mouth and down his chin, over the beard there. "Some things have been brought into perspective for me too."

A few hours earlier…….

Looking over the printed page of his words, Beau nods to himself before grabbing the pen and signing his name. He opens the drawer in his desk and slips the page into a notebook; he isn't completely ready to turn it in and doesn't want anyone to see it before he can hand it to his chief.

He walks toward the entrance to the police department and steps out into the warm sunshine. Pulling the sunglasses down over his eyes, he strolls down the sidewalk toward his truck. He is on a mission.

Once across town, he parks on another street and gets out, looking across the two-laned road at the offices of Gibbs & Watson Law Firm.

Inside the skyscraper, on the 12th floor is the only obstacle in the way of his plans: Carla Delugo-McAllister, paralegal to one of the firm's lawyers.

This isn't the first time he's visited her while at work, but this is by far the most nerve-wracking. He pulls one of the double doors open, holding it for an elderly couple who was exiting. He nods a welcome to them as they both thank him for his kindness and then heads inside toward the bank of elevators.

Once on the correct floor he strides toward the reception area, smiling as he sees the receptionist, Shayla, adjust herself when she sees who is approaching.

"Ms. Kenney, how're you today darlin'?"

Her cheeks blush and she tried to suppress a giggle. "Good, Officer Arlen. You here to see Mrs. McAllister?"

"You are one sharp cookie," he teases. "Is she available?"

Shayla picks up the phone and punches in a code before speaking. She nods toward Beau and he smiles his thanks before rounding the desk, heading down the hall.

As soon as he steps into the office, he sees Carla studying something on the computer in front of her. Her eyes never leave the screen as she speaks.

"This is a nice surprise."

"We need to talk," he says and Carla finally looks away from whatever she was working on and turns to him.

"This sounds ominous."

Beau gently lays it out for her. How Emily was invited back up to Montana to help with Sunny Day Excursions, how he wants to be honest and truthful with her.

"I've come to realize that I'm not happy here anymore, Car. I miss the mountains and the fresh air."

"You're going back for her, aren't you?" Carla says, sitting back in her chair, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

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#law & love #beau arlen #cordell walker #big sky #walker #texas ranger #y/n #bean x y/n #walker x y/n #not spn

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measuringbliss · 2 months ago

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Let's make some positivity. Say something about a ship or ships you really like. What kind of ships? Everything counts!

Difficult question!

I really like the whole Phoenix/Kristoph/Apollo (throw in Klavier as well if you're so inclined) dynamic and I like all their permutations.

Apollo has SUCH a crush on Phoenix, he's clearly very important to him, but I like that he's not completely head over heels for him. He's pissed off for most of his game, really, which adds dimension to their relationship because I like it when things get a little rough.

And similarly, as you yourself noted in a post of yours, Apollo's relationship with Kristoph is not just professional. Kristoph's mentorship isn't cold, he praises Apollo during 4-1. It feels genuine.

So what I'm saying is that Apollo has daddy issues.

And THEN you have the fascinating dynamic between Phoenix and Kristoph that I personally find extremely charged. A lot of it lies in how ambiguous it all is. Phoenix notes he never really knew how to feel about Kristoph, which is bonkers considering they've been friends for supposedly 7 years. They're both looking at each other's back both for support and to stab it, they don't even hide how complex their link is in the courtroom, I can totally see either of them trying to push things in a more sexual (not necessarily romantic) direction.

So you have this trial that oozes sex and betrayal, and Apollo's between them and his role is just as fascinating in this trial.

Apollo/Klavier is cute but it's a bit too nice for me. I want the dubious consent, the schemes, the many ambiguities.

That's why I think that 4-1 is so good. The writing is good, the mystery is interesting, but most of all, the dynamics at play are something that were never showcased by the series before, because even in AA3 you're not as lost.

It's a banger trial.

And then you get to Kristoph's scenes in his cell, in 4-4 and even the MUSIC sets a sensual, but dark mood. And Phoenix's interaction with Kristoph is still very charged.

And putting Apollo anywhere in the equation makes it even more interesting.

I'm also fine with Apollo/Phoenix without Kristoph, but 4-1! Just 4-1! It's so good!

So I guess I love ambiguity in my ships. When I write, I rarely explain what goes on in the character's mind. I prefer to have some mystery.

My relationship with AA is kind of weird though. There's a case I never finished (3-3), games I never finished (SoJ, AAI1, DGS1-5 although I'm remedying the latter), but two Youtubers I like are going through the series and I got pulled back in after YEARS.

I was in Japan and bought merch! Can you believe that? I certainly don't.

I bought a Hobo Phoenix plushies and 2 room diffusers (Klavier and Apollo).

Anyway, thanks for the ask! How about you? Tell me about ships you enjoy.

#Ace attorney #Shipping #Asks #Proship #apollo justice #phoenix wright #kristoph gavin

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beneathsakurashade · 19 days ago

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Autumn Fun - Treydia fic for @natsukishinomiyaswife!!!

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AN: Happy belated bday Sheepy!!! Tysm for being born :3 I hope that ur bday was super duper amazing <333

Pumpkins are a staple in autumn festivities, pumpkin carving, the major assortment of pumpkin flavored foods, and pumpkin patches. They all come to mind when one thinks about fall, and the potential dates that the season provides. Unfortunately, for Lydia, this is an issue, not because she hates pumpkin, but because she was cursed to be allergic to the festive orange fruit. She had to reject her friends plans of going to a pumpkin patch today. “Ah, well, I’m allergic to pumpkins, I don’t wanna risk anything” she admitted with a wistful sigh. Her friends didn’t mind, it was alright, she could join them in a corn maze or something else later. People being so understanding was something that Lydia was thankful for. Usually Lydia didn’t mind staying out of pumpkin related affairs, but this year it hit harder than usual. She sighed inwardly as she strolled around the shops, staring offhandedly at the loud ads for seasonal items. Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cookies… Great Sevens it’s more in your face then usual this year… She thought silently. It was almost like the universe was laughing at her for having an allergy to this one fruit! The audacity… she groaned as she walked into someone. “Oh I’m sorry!” She sputtered out an apology, “No, it was my fault” the man she bumped into replied. She turned up to face her boyfriend Trey Clover?!

“Trey, what are you doing here?” Lydia gasped as she looked at him, studying to see if she had hurt him by accident. “Ah! Lydia, I’m just buying some ingredients for some fall pastries”. He answered, holding up two hands full of paper bags. “Oooh, what are you making? Pumpkin something I assume” she teased. He nodded, “Correct, there’s a big test coming up, so I’m prepping something nice for the Heartslabyul students”. Trey’s always so considerate, just another thing that I love about him. Lydia admired to herself. It didn’t take Trey long to notice the sour mood his girlfriend was in. “Something the matter?” He smiled. She nodded shyly in response, “Kinda, it’s more of an emotional than a physical problem”. Trey listened to Lydia’s explanation of her predicament, after which he thought of a plan. “How about we don’t bring apples into this equation, and substitute it for something else?” Trey suggested, “substitute it?” Lydia repeated puzzled. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a good idea” he finished and asked his partner to meet him at this same spot later that day.

Lydia sat on a wooden bench reading a novel that she’d recently picked up from a discount book store. Waiting eagerly for her partner’s surprise she heard footsteps approaching. “Alright, I’m here” she recognized Trey’s voice and stood up happily, putting her book away.

A good while later… “You can open your eyes now Lydia” Trey smiled as she pulled her hands down from her eyes. Lydia gasped in surprise at the sight of an apple orchard. “Even though we can’t enjoy pumpkins, we can enjoy apples” Trey said with that oh so familiar bashful tone. She hugged her boyfriend with excitement “This is so sweet of you, Trey!!”. He adjusted his glasses with a smile, “It was nothing, after all, it’s worth seeing you happy, Lydia”. The two spent the evening picking apples, eating apples, and baking all sorts of apple desserts. After all, who said that autumn fun was limited to only pumpkins?

A/N: ik that the event alrdy ended but i rlly wanted to post this cause i forgot to post it yesterday and i've been busy with my sis's bday today loll apologies for it being late (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ )

dividers by @dollywons

#my writing #robbedofeggsaladwriting #gifts for friends!!#trey clover #trey x oc #not my oc

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tqmies · 2 years ago

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Description. Now armed with a new support system, you're ready for anything that'll be thrown at you. That is, until your world starts to shift out of order. And unfortunately, Taehyun is taking this way harder than you.

Pairings. Kang Taehyun x Female Reader

Genre. Angst, Fluff Kinda, Comfort. (This is a self ranting again lol.)

Warnings. Pregnancy (Not MC), Everyone's an emotional wreck, Taehyun's pushing everyone away, MC is confused half the time.

Word count. 6.7K (Why do I keep doing this?!)

Note. This is Part 2 of Free Somebody. I don't recommend reading this a stand alone, as you'll be very confused. Also this is once again based on real events, and I tried to convey my thought process as best as I could but.. LMAO. Some things end up unresolved but that is real life so, bear with me and enjoy.

IN THE FEW MONTHS YOU SPENT TOGETHER, YOU FIGURED OUT KANG TAEHYUN WAS HARD TO READ. Not that you held it against him or anything, but he kept you at a sizable distance and rarely shared his emotions with you.

It felt kind of embarrassing at first, seeing as you opened yourself to him so early on. Sure, it wasn't on purpose but it still happened.

So for him to call for you in such a frantic mood, said a lot about the his state of thinking right now, and you didn't know what to make of it.

Meanwhile, Taehyun felt like his world spinning out of control. All of this was happening, too much too fast.

You stood by his door, him having called you a couple minutes prior. He was scared, and he didn't want to be alone right now. Sure, the two of you weren't suddenly the best of friends. But right now, he just needed a set of ears to listen, and you were fine to oblige.

One of the perks of not being super close was that you wouldn't judge him for his reactions. You didn't expect him to hold it together or be something he's not. No, you caught the rawest sides of him, as he had seen yours. He had tried his best to keep you at arms-length when concerning his emotions, but right now was different. You knew when he pushed his pride aside to pick up the phone and call you, that this was a big deal. Though, didn't that just mean you were closer than you thought?

"I feel sick." Taehyun mutters, motioning for you to enter his room.

"What's wrong?" You question, noting the silence in the apartment. "And where are your roommates?"

His face goes pale at that. They were the last thing he wanted to talk about right now, or for lack of better words, one of them.

"I don't know what to do." Taehyun says, not looking up. His minds fleshing out a million thoughts and solutions, all written neatly side by side. Something of a white board in a science class, formulas drawn all across the expanse, but instead of equations it was just his bleeding problems.

"About what?" You say, growing anxious at the lack of explanation. He was clearly bothered by something, but his resistance in remaining secret was off putting.

"I'm supposed to be the rational one, the problem solver, but I have no idea what to do." He sighs, staring down at his hands.

"That's normal." You respond, moving to sit on the chair by his desk. Trying to collect your thoughts on what would be best to say next, though first you'd like to know what's shaken him up like this.

"Sakura's pregnant." He blurts out, your head whipping around to meet his. He almost flinches back as he said it, not expecting to be so transparent with you. Taehyun also knew it was none of his business to share, but he couldn't help it. It was like you had suddenly turned into a magnet that pried all this information out of him.

He felt his resolve slipping away and he hated it. For once he felt like he couldn't tighten his grip on his emotions.

"What?!" You whisper-yell, dumbstruck. "How do you-"

"I saw the test in the trash." Taehyun reveals. "Beomgyu's the father."

You run your hands through your hair. "This can't be happening." Taehyun had just dropped a huge bomb on you and was talking like he was discussing his lunch plans. One would think, how is he so collected? But you knew better, by the slight shake of his hands and his drawn out breathes, he was scared.

"Are you sure its her's?" You ask, maybe this was a misunderstanding.

"Soobin hasn't been with a girl in months. And he'd never be stupid enough to trash a positive test. Plus Beomgyu's straight in love with Sakura, it's not possible to think he would cheat." Taehyun says, recalling how he saw the stick sitting upright in the bin.

The words entering your head as you think. There could be another explanation right? Taehyun wasn't even fully sure, how could he be reacting like this?

"This is my fault. I led her straight to him. I never thought they'd be so reckless." He confessed, the words coming straight from his heart.

"Are you serious? They're adults Taehyun! This was their responsibility ok?" You speak, still a bit shaken by the news.

Your best friend was pregnant? How far along was she? When did she find out? What was she going to do now?

"But she's not ready for a baby, much less with Beomgyu."

This was truly a terrifying situation.

"Do you think she has a plan?" You ask, chewing your nail.

"I doubt she has one. Probably hasn't thought it through that far."

"We're not even sure that's what's going on." You attempt, trying to clear his thoughts.

Though you found it kind of hard to understand Taehyuns worry, it was a baby. This was not the end of the world, it wasn't even happening to him. Sure, things would change. But change is good, right?

Though, you'e determined to be there for him. So you try to comfort him the best way you know how. By distracting him.

You clap your hands together. "Okay, why don't we do something?"

"What?" He groans, not believing you had just said that.

"Lets watch a movie, something to take your mind off of things."

"I don't need to take my mind off of things." Taehyun maintains. "I need to figure out a solution."

"So then you called me for no reason? 'Cause we don't know shit right now, Kang." You fire back, not fond of his attitude. Though you were unsatisfied with your suggestion as well, what other choice did you have? He needed to calm down before he blew up at Beomgyu, or worse, Sakura.

He knew why he had called you, not for you to just pop up with a solution. He called you cause you're the only one who can ever manage to get him to stop overthinking so damn much.

"Pick whatever you want." He gives in, patting the seat next to him on his bed before handing you the remote to his TV.

You smile at his compliance and grab the object before flipping the screen on. "It's okay to be worried, I'm scared shitless too. But let's relax for a minute."

He lays back on his bed as he pulls the covers over the two of you, "What? I'm cold."

You just giggle as you press play on a movie, the previous qualms forgotten in favor of the crappy Netflix Original you had picked.

...

You stir awake as you begin to hear hushed voices. Oh, had you fallen asleep? Obviously, by the lack of light shining through Taehyun's window, you two had indeed knocked out. He still lays beside you comfortably, head resting on his arm as he remains napping. The end credits of the subpar movie you had put on rolled, indicating you two slept for around two hours.

You lean up and rub your eyes, throwing the blanket off of you. You really had to pee, which must've been the reason for your sudden awakening. Or maybe it was the small whispers that crept in from the living room, you didn't know. Were his roommates back? Was Beomgyu here?

Quietly, you patter over and open the door slightly. Making a beeline for the restroom, you sigh as you finally get to empty your bladder. After washing your hands, you attempt to silently make your way back to Taehyun's room, hoping to avoid confrontation with whoever was home. Sure it's not like anything happened, but it'd be awkward to explain why you were cuddled up with Taehyun in said boy's room.

Unfortunately, you don't get so lucky this time.

You hear the question of your name as you turn around. Beomgyu standing in the hall to see you, Sakura right behind him. Her face lights up as she see's you. "Hey! What're you doing here?"

Though you fear her tone is a bit too loud, and are scared of the two possibly waking Taehyun. He wouldn't exactly be thrilled to see the two of them anyways, so you figure you're doing them a favor as well.

"Taehyun's asleep." You whisper quietly, gesturing for them to lower their voices.

"Asleep?" Beomgyu blinks. "You were with him in his room?"

You just nod your head slightly. "We fell asleep while watching a movie."

"Yeah right." The male snorts as Sakura elbows him. She gives him wide eyes before telling him to knock it off.

"Well I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you both." She says, a huge smile on her face.

"Me?" You feign, pretending like you didn't have a clue. You can practically feel your face draining of color. So it was definitely hers.

"I was going to text you earlier, but I wanted to wait till we saw each other in person! But this is perfect!" She squeals, "I'll go wake Taehyun."

"I'll do it." You stop her, before catching yourself. "He's kind of grumpy today."

"Oh okay!" She says, not giving it another passing thought as you walk into Taehyun's room.

To your surprise, his eyes flutter open as you open the door. "Where did you go?" He grumbles, still somewhat asleep.

"Bathroom." You brush off. "But you need to get up."

"No."

"Sakura and Beomgyu are here."

And he shoots up, all signs of tiredness gone from his face. "What do they want?"

"I think she's going to announce her pregnancy." You say, eyes darting around. "She said she wanted to talk to us."

"Tell them I'm not in the mood."

"Taehyun." You reason. "She's your sister, and he's your best friend. Can't you at least pretend to be happy?"

He sits up as he slides off the bed, mumbling an annoyed "Fine." As he slips his shoes on. Clearly unready to look the two in the face.

He opens the door as Taehyun dons a bored expression on his face. Beomgyu doesn't miss a beat. "What took so long? Was she helping you pull up your pants?"

Taehyun doesn't respond, instead choosing to look over at his sister. "What's up?"

She smiles for the millionth time as she looks at Beomgyu. He grabs her hands in his, giving her reassurance. "I'm pregnant."

Taehyun just looks back at you. "I know."

Well that was anticlimactic.

"What?!" Sakura exclaims, taken aback.

"Genius here left your test out in the open." Taehyun says, pointing his head towards Beomgyu.

Sakura death glares her boyfriend before looking back at Taehyun. "You don't have anything to say?"

"What do you want to hear Sakura?" Taehyun begins, his attitude about to slip through.

"Congratulations!" You squeal, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "I'm so excited! How are you feeling?" Someone had to be the bright one around here. You know the pair was expecting some kind of celebration.

"I'm going to be a mom!" Sakura gushes, holding onto Beomgyu's shoulder. The fake smile remained plastered on your face, did she know what was coming? Had this been on purpose?

"Wow , a mom with an over demanding desk job, and a dad who acts like a child himself. Your baby will be a real kicker!" Taehyun remarks sarcastically. The grin is wiped off your face as you pull back on his arm.

Shaking your head, you notice the two in front of you stayed silent.

"Aren't you happy for us?" Beomgyu questions, caught off guard.

"Happy?" Taehyun says, looking between them. "Happy that you ruined your lives?"

The silence speaks for itself. Your heart growing heavy as you watch the upset look on the couples face.

"Okay," You interject, eyes looking from their dejected ones. "Taehyun and I are going to get some food before he can say anything else he'll end up regretting."

Sakura just nods as you grab onto Taehyun, angrily dragging him out the door as he mutters something about the situation. How could he be such a rainy cloud on their obviously sunny moment?

You could talk out other things later, but right now you were just focused on helping him get his coat on. Giving him harsh looks as you can't believe he really said that to them.

"That was insensitive." You speak as you close the door behind you two. Walking out of the apartment complex with a frown.

"What's insensitive is them thinking they can provide a suitable lifestyle for the baby." He says with his head hung low.

"That's not our business to worry about." You respond, shrugging. "We just have to be there for them anyway we can."

He just scoffs. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to be 'Uncle Taehyun' all of a sudden."

"You'll be a decent uncle." You tease.

"Does this mean Beomgyu will be my brother-in-law soon?" Taehyun's jaw drops.

"Woah, who said they were getting married?"

"No one." He shrugs. "But the two are so in love that it'll probably happen."

"See, they love each other." You point out, opening the door to the restaurant the two of you frequented. "They'll make it work."

"Love doesn't pay the bills." He replies as you two enter.

"No." You agree. "But it helps."

"You're so naive."

"Maybe." You say, dropping the topic as you two sit down to eat. "Oh, but before I forget.."

"Yes?"

"You have to apologize."

"For what?!" Taehyun speaks. "For telling the truth?"

"It wasn't your place!" You say back, careful to mind the volume of your voice. "You really hurt their feelings."

And he rolls his eyes before muttering a small fine as he looks over his menu. He was convinced you were the only person in the world who could get him to see the fault in himself sometimes. It was a weird trait, but he couldn't say it was bad. You kept him grounded a lot and he appreciated it. He hoped he had made as much of a difference in your life as you did his.

Standing in the grocery aisle, you looked over the several different types of jams and jelly's on the shelf. Which one would Taehyun like anyways? I mean, you were only really buying it for him. He was the one who came over and complained (About three different times) about your lack of ingredients for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Goodness, he took a lot out of you, but it was worth it if it meant cheering him up. You knew something this small could make his mood a little better. And right now, anything would help.

You pull out your phone, contemplating calling him when you hear the sound of your name called out. You lower your phone and turn around quickly, met with a face you hadn't seen in months.

"Yeonjun." You squeak out in surprise. Your eyes drift to where he has about four liquor bottles in his hands, eyebrows raising.

"Oh, these?" He says, noticing your eyes. "Old habits die hard, I guess."

You offer a meek smile. "Big party coming up?"

"No." He shakes his head, before quirking it to the side. "..And yes?"

You just giggle lightly. "Nice."

"It's my birthday next week." Yeonjun states, averting his eyes. You remembered, of course you had. This was one of your closest friends just mere months ago. The memories were forever etched in your mind though, you'd never associate that day with anything else.

"Well, happy early birthday." You nod, not really sure what else to say.

"I want you to be there." He blurts out.

Your eyes widen at that. "Yeonjun-"

"Wait, before you shut me down." He starts, his brain gearing into overdrive. "There will be no drinking or weed, and it'll just be a couple of people."

"I don't want you to change things for me." You respond, waving him off in an attempt to deny the invitation. "Enjoy your birthday."

"You could bake me a cake." He begins again, not letting up. "Like old times. It'll be a calm thing, like a peaceful parting."

You feel uneasy about it. "I don't know."

"I promise I'm not trying to make this weird. I would just like us to celebrate this last birthday together." And Yeonjun sounds sincere, looking down at the basket he held in his hands, awaiting an answer.

"I have your number." You smile, and he caught onto that you'd think about it. Though you knew what your answer would be the moment he had asked. So after grabbing the most appealing brand of jelly, you went straight for the baking aisle.

By the time you got home, you were ready to crash onto a pillow. Loading groceries and putting them up had taken forever. Though you had made plans with everyone this afternoon, wanting to ease the tensions lately. Beomgyu and Taehyun weren't really on speaking terms, and Sakura was going to have a meltdown if they didn't get it together.

Taehyun was arriving soon, planning to help you cook. He had been mostly compliant with the idea, not wanting to cause his sister anymore stress, though you knew he was having a hard time. Still, you had appreciated his effort.

You groan as you hear the knock on your door, you figured you should just give the boy a copy of your key anyways. Him and Sakura could share with how often they came over.

You let him in and watch as he slips his shoes off. Hanging his jacket as he places a few bags on your counter, mostly last minute stuff like drinks and cups. He stretches his arms as he begins opening your cabinets, taking things out as you sit down in a chair by your counter.

"Get to work, Taehyun." You smirk.

"That's Chef Taehyun to you!" He rolls his eyes and you laugh.

You help cut a few vegetables and season a few things as you make mostly light conversation. It felt good to talk about mindless things like new tv episodes and office gossip. Definitely a change in the usual topic of conversation lately, and you were thankful for that.

Taehyun finished dinner right on time for the others to arrive, both of them giving him a shy smile. Tensions completely obvious, but he was keeping it together.

And he did just that. For a while, it seemed like it was just the four of you, normally eating a dinner together. Conversation was mostly cut short though, no one really speaking up besides complimenting the food. You all did this pretty often, so it was almost like nothing had changed.

Nothing had to anyways. Right?

"You know," Sakura begins. "I was really thrilled when you invited us all to dinner."

You can tell shes itching to say something, so you play along. "Mhm, why's that?"

"Well, I have something I want to ask the two of you."

You go cold, what could she possibly need to ask you and Taehyun? It felt like everyone just wanted to drop bombs on you lately. So you held your breath.

"I want you guys to be the baby's Godparents."

Taehyun visibly stiffens at that, even allowing his fork to fall onto his plate with a loud clank. His eyes never leaving the table.

"Me?!" You question. You understood Taehyun, that was her brother. But you? You had only known Sakura for about six or seven months now, but she trusts you with her child? This was huge.

"Yes you!" She says, offended that you seemed so surprised. "I trust no one else more in the world than you. And I know that if anything were to happen to Beomgyu and I, that you would take that baby in with no hesitation."

You sit back in your seat, this would a lot of responsibility. What was even included in being a baby's Godmother?

"Taehyun." She continues. "You are my brother, the most responsible person I know. And Beomgyu and I trust you so much as well. I have no doubt that you two could work together in the future for this baby."

"Well, if we die, that is." Beomgyu attempts to lighten the conversation.

"I'd like time to think over it." He responds, grabbing his fork and resuming eating, seeming indifferent.

You know Sakura wants to say more but she backs off for the sake of keeping everyone off edge.

"I accept." You say, causing Taehyun to whip his head around. Sure, this was a lot of process in a few days, but you love Sakura. You'd like to think she had helped change your life for the better, so you'd be there for her. If roles were reversed, you know she wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you. Even if it was for something kind of far fetched, more of a title than anything. If it made her happy, then you would do it.

"Well, I was thinking we could make it official on Friday."

"I can't Friday, it's my friends birthday." You mention as you pout.

"Awe," She responds. "Ok, we'll do Saturday then?"

"Sounds good." You say, looking beside you. "Maybe Taehyun will have decided by then."

"Who's birthday is it?" He asks, changing the subject. "Can we come?"

"Oh, it's not a big party." You say. "Just a few of his close friends."

Beomgyu nods in understanding. "Sounds nice."

"You seem nervous. Something you're not telling me?." Taehyun pipes up again, you bringing a spoon to your mouth. He's onto you.

"What're you talking about?"

"Can we please just eat?" Sakura interjects, you and Taehyun looking shocked to her outburst. Even Beomgyu had an unexpected expression.

You just nod and offer an awkward smile. Everything was happening way too fast, so you couldn't blame her for snapping.

You nudge Taehyun on his arm. "So, how's the food?"

"Fine." He responds through gritted teeth. You sigh, he always loved talking about you two's meals. Saying how he wish he did things different, or that he loved the spices you added. But even that couldn't get him to speak again.

You're about to say something else when he suddenly stands up. Everyone looking up at him as he abruptly grabs his jacket.

"Taehyun?" You call out.

"I'm going home." He says, not even sparing you another look.

And you'd had it up to your ears with his attitude, your blood practically boiling. "Okay, then go."

And he looks back at you with a twinge of surprise evident on his face. You weren't going to ask him to stay? Or ask why he was so upset?

No you weren't. He wouldn't either after the way he's acted.

"I'm sick of all of you acting like this is normal. Like I don't have a right to be upset that my best friend knocked up my sister! Two of the most important people are starting a life that has no room for me!" He bursts, emotions pouring out.

"It's incredibly selfish of you to try and make everyone else miserable with you!" Sakura fires back. "I'm a grown adult, and I love Beomgyu. You are trying to make my baby all about you! I won't have my child around an uncle that sees them as an obstruction!"

"Then don't." And he walks towards your door. Slamming it on his way out, causing you to shrink in your seat.

It's silent for a couple seconds as Beomgyu runs his hands over his face. Sakura sitting back in her seat, obviously hurt.

Well this went to shit fast.

"He's taking this really hard." You speak up, attempting to defend him, when you're not even sure why.

"I know but I didn't expect him to react like this." Beomgyu says.

"He was so supportive of us dating too.." Sakura adds.

"Having a baby and dating are two different things." You remark, the two chuckling lightly.

"You can go after him, you know? We won't be mad." Sakura says, and she can tell that you so badly want to. But you surpress the feeling as you shake your head.

"He doesn't deserve it."

"He doesn't deserve you defending him either."

And you know she's right.

You don't talk to Taehyun for the rest of the week. Nothing so much as a text or phone call from him either. You feel somewhat hurt. You thought you two had grown an actual friendship, but it seemed so easy for him to cut you off. Like you had meant nothing.

It was all too familiar.

So it was ironic that you were slipping on your shoes to head to Choi Yeonjun's little birthday party. You had iced the cake that morning, taking extra long too, wanting to make a good last impression. That's right, last. You figured you really should just close things out on a good note. Seeing as you were struggling elsewhere, you figured you could do good with the one thing you had control over.

You put the cake in a little stand and headed straight for the front door. By the time you settled into your car, you see an incoming call from.. Taehyun?

"Hello." You say blankly as you bring your phone up to your ear.

"Can we talk?"

"Not unless you're ready to apologize."

"I am, please, can I come over?" He pleads.

"I'm busy tonight, remember?" You respond quietly.

"Then after?"

"Taehyun.." You trail. "I'm going to see Yeonjun."

You couldn't see him, but you could see his expression now. This would be like a slap in the face to him. Though, you knew your true intentions.

"Why?"

"I don't owe you any kind of explanation." You speak as you start your engine. Your stern take surprising even you. "I don't know when I'll be home, talk to you soon." You hang up the phone before he can get another word in. This night was going to take a bit out of you, and you didn't want Taehyun's intrusion to sour your time even more.

You just shake your head to yourself as you pull out of your driveway. The drive to Yeonjun's house is a short, familiar route. You wonder if this will be the last time you ever drive here.

You park next to what you recognize as Chaewon's car, wondering if she's aware that you're coming. Was Wooyoung? You throw the thought out of your head, it didn't matter if they knew or not. This was Yeonjun's day, and you were only here to make your last amends.

You can feel your hands somewhat shaking as you carry the cake to his front door. You couldn't believe you were back here after months. Would this change things? Would you fall back into them without the support of the others? And with the tornado that was your other group of friends? No, no you wouldn't. You would be strong, you got here through your own realizations. You were just here to suffice a last wish to one of your oldest, yet dying, friendships.

You knock gently on the door, unable to really ring the bell considering the cake that took both of your hands to hold.

The door swings open to reveal Wooyoung, the smile fading from his face as he see's you. He comes to a realization as he thinks out loud. "So that's why he said no booze."

Looking down at the cake in your hand, he moves to take it from you. But you're quick to brush him off as you smile awkwardly. "I got it."

And as you follow him into the house, you had confirmed the suspicion you had before. They hadn't known you were coming, and now you feel weird as everyone else might just think you decided to drop by.

Wooyoung moves some things off the kitchen counter so you can set the cake down, his hand grazing yours as he helps you put it down. You realize in that moment, that you felt nothing. It was a reassuring feeling, closure that your feelings had faded away. You weren't sure what to do with that information, but it did help anyways.

"Yeonjun, look who's here!" Wooyoung yells out to the living room.

The aforementioned is quick to stumble into the kitchen, eyes widening at your form. "You came!" He says, moving to look at the cake, almost like he didn't think you would. "It looks so good."

"That's what she said." Another voice remarked from behind him as they entered the area. It belonged to a male you'd never seen before, and a girl followed behind him on his arm. Were these new friends?

Yeonjun's quick to introduce you as a friend, to the new additions to their group, Mingi and Yunjin. Yunjin seems surprisingly ecstatic as your arrival, "Chaewon has told me so much about you! I've been wanting to meet you!"

"Yeah, Wooyoung say's you're the one who dyed his hair." Mingi speaks up.

"That was a long time ago." You say, you had only bleached it months ago. His new color was all due to his own touch ups and such.

"You got me something?" Yeonjun asks, looking at the bag hanging from your wrist. You had somewhat been at a loss of what to get him, only being able to use something your friend liked as reference.

"Uh," You stammer. "Taehyun say's they're like trending right now, so I picked one up for you."

Yeonjun smiles before taking the jacket out of the bag, his face lighting up. "I love it!"

And you grin, "I'm glad!"

"Taehyun? Like Kang Taehyun?" Yunjin qualms, quirking her head to the side. "Is he your boyfriend?"

You're about to shake your head when you stop yourself. "We're friends, I think."

"You think?" Wooyoung repeats.

"I-" You pause. "I don't know."

You really didn't, sure you guys could probably chalk up to close friends. But was that true? You looked out for each other a lot, but would Taehyun ever call you his friend? Would he?

But feelings were confusing. 'Cause at the same time, you felt maybe he could be something more to you. Something past the line of friends.

"He used to go to school with Mingi and I, super cool guy." Yunjin explains, smiling at you.

"Really?" Yeonjun says, sounding somewhat skeptical. "When I met him he was a sqaure."

"Hey," You say sternly. "He's fun."

Yeonjun backs off, quickly trying on his jacket. "Just saying."

"How do you not know what he is to you?" Wooyoung teases.

"I guess I never thought to ask."

"Yeonjun! I swear if I have to- Oh." Chaewon stops herself as she walks into the room. Spotting you as she all but gasps. "Hey."

"Hi." You manage to get out quietly.

Chaewon crosses her arms, "So are we like.."

You shake your head slowly. "Yeonjun just asked me to be here, to say bye, I guess?"

"Bye? Are you moving?" Yunjin asks.

"Something like that." You smile reminiscently. It would be easy to word it that way. You were moving, away from this life.

"Did you bake the cake?" Chaewon looks over at you.

You nod softly.

She smiles.

...

The night went better than you had imagined. You guys did stupid things like playing board games and telling stories. You warming up to everyone rather quickly. Nothing was awkward either, no one mentioned anything about your fight or sudden distance. It was just a normal hangout, minus the drugs of course.

The boys were currently playing a round of some video game on Yeonjun's tv when the girls huddle in the kitchen. Chaewon drinking sprite and Yunjin taking hits from her vape as you spot the tattoo donning her arm.

"That's badass." You say, her tilting her inner arm towards you so you can see it better.

"Thanks, Mingi has a matching one."

"You have couple tattoos?" You ask.

"Yup. We were wasted when we got them though, don't recommend."

And you just laugh. "That's.. admirable."

"Her and Mingi have been dating for like 6 years." Chaewon explains, your eyes widening.

"That's so cute." You grin, and it genuinely was.

"So what about you? Anyone special?" Chaewon smirks.

You sigh. "I'm not sure."

"Is it Taehyun?" Yunjin questions.

"Why do you say that?"

"I can tell by the way you've been talking about him like all night." Yunjin states. "Like earlier when Wooyoung brought up that new restaurant and you said you and Taehyun had already tried it. Or when you talked about the time you two went bowling. Or how about-"

"I think she gets it." Chaewon interrupts, laughing at the expression on your face.

Had you really talked about him that much? "I guess we just spend a lot of time together." You shrug.

"More like all your time." Yunjin winks.

Realization might as well have slammed you in the face. Maybe it would be more gentle to get by a bus than this. Did you like Taehyun? Is that why this was all so confusing?

You open your mouth to respond when Mingi comes barreling into the room, "Who want's to watch scary Youtube videos since it's midnight."

"Midnight?!" You exclaim, and as you check your phone, it confirms it is indeed about ten past midnight. "I should get home."

"Awee," Chaewon pouts. "But we're having so much fun."

"I'm sorry. I have something I need to do." You apologize.

"When will we see you again?" Yunjin pouts as she leans into her boyfriends side.

Chaewon grows silent as do Wooyoung and Yeonjun when they approach. All awaiting your answer, those three being the only ones who know why you're hesitating. Yeonjuns eyes light up expectantly. "You're welcome anytime."

You nod. "I don't know, when I have time, maybe."

But the three know what that means. "Thank you for coming. I had a good time, and I hope you did too."

"I did." You ease, grabbing your purse. You bid them goodbye, and Yeonjun pulls you in for a hug. Wooyoung follows as well, with Chaeown practically crushing you with her embrace.

"Until next time." Yeonjun nods, you trying not to notice the tears forming on his face.

"Yeah." You mutter.

Now, in the safety of your car, in your apartments parking lot. You want to bang your head against the steering wheel. Were you a fool? A fool for abandoning your closest friends? Or a fool for reuniting with them after you promised yourself you were done? You won't cry, you won't cry, oh. You're crying, but only a little.

You push all thoughts to the back of your mind, ready for a hot shower and bed. Just wanting to be freed from your thoughts for a little while.

Though that's all thrown out the window when you spot Kang Taehyun waiting at your front door. You just stop in your tracks, scoffing. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"So you waited here the whole time?"

"The whole time." He confirms, pacing back and forth.

You step to unlock your door, him waiting outside as you step in. You turn and gesture for him to follow you, giving him permission to enter. In all honesty, you were drained and did not have to deal with whatever it was that Taehyun was so upset about.

Especially now that you felt you didn't know where you stood with him? Yeah this was a wreck.

"So," You begin. "What did you come all this way for?"

"I've been thinking, a lot. About a lot of things, like my sister and my best friend. And about you." He stops. "We haven't talked in a while."

"It's been a few days." You tsk, annoyance taking over. "This couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

Taehyun ignores you as he continues. "I've been miserable these past couple of days, and not just because of everything else that's been happening."

"Go on." You sigh.

"I think I love you." He reveals, eyes blown as he looks up at you.

"Don't say that." You whisper, avoiding looking at him. He couldn't be serious, how could you not have seen it? Because he couldn't be. No, Taehyun was just confused. He was trying to cope, and he was confusing his platonic appreciation for you as romance. That was the only viable explanation.

"Don't say what? The truth?" He speaks up, looking almost offended. He had just bared his heart to you, and you won't even hear him out?

"You're upset." You breathe. "You're upset and you're deflecting."

"What does that have to do with-"

"You're just happy I'm here." You cut him off as you fumble with your hands, scrambling to rationalize this."Your life is changing, and I'm just a constant. If it had been anyone else, you would have confessed too."

"That's not true." Taehyun speaks out in denial. "If you want to reject me just do it, but don't say my feelings aren't real."

"Oh c'mon!" You throw your hands up. "You don't love me! Do you even remember what you said to me when we met?!"

"You're not that person." He responds, exasperated. "I was an asshole to you because I thought I knew you. Nothing can excuse that but-"

"So what?" You interrupt once again. "You know me for a few months and now you think you've got me all figured out?!"

"Why won't you just accept it?!" He fires back. "I love you."

You stay silent, throwing your head back as you listen. He said he loved you, and you hated how your heart skipped a beat.

"And don't say it's not real because it is. I'm in love with you, not the person you've pretended to be. I love the way you care for me, the way you know how to cheer me up, the way you force me out of my shell. I love simple things like your hair, your smile, your sense of humor, and everything else." He pauses as he stares at your silent figure. "I've never felt this way about anyone."

You won't even face him, opting to look towards the ground. This was all too much for one night.

He stands as he fights back tears. "Are you going to sit here and tell me you don't feel it too?"

You have to lie. You can't accept his confession. You can't be in love with Kang Taehyun. You won't allow yourself to be.

The last time you fell in love with a friend, you ruined everything.

"We're too different-" You calmly start.

"No we're not, you said it yourself." He speaks truthfully. "And so what if we are? We could work through differences because that's what people in love do."

People in love?

"What if this ruins everything?" You tear up. "What if we don't work?"

"Then we worry about that later." Taehyun responds.

You take a seat on your couch, head in your hands. "There's just so much going on right now."

He cuts in before you keep going. "I know, and not having you by side made me realize how much I need you."

"Why? You're the strong guy here, I'm just the weak one who keeps falling back into her old-"

"Hey," He stops you. "I understand why you went to see Yeonjun. He was your friend for a long time, it can be hard to say no. I don't care if you hang out with them, as long as you're staying true to who you are."

You grab his hand from where it sits beside you on the couch. Holding it between yours as you wipe your tears with your other hand. "We can do this right?"

His eyes flicker to yours as he nods softly.

So you kiss him, and it feels right. Like you were meant to be here, kissing Taehyun at one in the morning. The both of you with tears in your eyes, but no care in the world besides each other.

There were still problems, yes. But they weren't going to be solved right now, you couldn't do anything, so you'd leave it up to the universe to worry about that. It's incomplete, yet you know everything will be okay in the end.

Much like real life.

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mikuni14 · 9 months ago

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The Sign - Ep 12

If you are a fan of The Sign and enjoyed the last episode, please do not read any further. Believe it or not, I don't want my negative opinion to affect your good mood 🤗

Okay, so I hated the finale 😆 The series ended exactly as I feared it would. With what was also the worst thing about the Last Twilight finale and why I hated CharlieBabe's relationship: namely, when one person call the shots in the relationship, makes all the decisions on their own, including the most drastic ones, and lies to the other a person "for their own good", and the series shows this as something positive and romantic. I hate these tropes, i.e. forced separations, fake deaths, making decisions for two without talking about it, and noble sacrifice without informing the other person about it. I hate showing it in a romantic light as the ultimate proof of love because it IS NOT proof of love. This only proves that 1) you don't trust the other person, 2) you don't believe that he or she is a rightful member of your relationship 3) you don't believe that you can talk to this person, that this person will help you, advise you, support you 4) you subconsciously question their intellectual and emotional abilities 5) you think that this person needs to be babied and you are the only adult in this relationship 6) this person does not deserve to make a decision in their OWN CASE, their OWN LIFE. Tharn decided to "save" Phaya and grandma by leaving with Chalathorn, he made the decision thinking what was best for them, but never considering IF THEY WANTED IT. The sight of grandma fainting, and later clutching her heart and losing strength as Phaya cries in the hospital scene, the sight of Phaya's utter despair as he is unable to function normally, go to work, live, who spends every waking moment looking for Tharn - yes, THIS is it the "life" that Tharn had so nobly sacrificed for. THARN NEVER EVEN THOUGHT TO ASK PHAYA AND GRANDMA IF THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED. HE MADE THE DECISION FOR THEM, LIED TO THEM UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT AND LEFT THEM ALONE TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.

What I ABSOLUTELY HATE is that Tharn has NEVER even wavered in his decision, even though Phaya MANY TIMES, including on their last night, tells him, begs him not to leave him and to trust him, that Phaya will always be by his side. And I also ABSOLUTELY HATE the fact that when Tharn returns, Phaya tries to explain to him how hard it was for him, what a traumatic experience it was for him, and Tharn doesn't even let him finish. How can I support such an unequal relationship? How could I trust Tharn if I were Phaya? Our Dating Sim showed how such separations affect people's mental health. However, Lee Wan realizes this and when Shin Ki Tae breaks down, he lets him talk about his fear and then comforts him. And he doesn't shut him up.

I admit I lost it when Tharn said to Phaya and Doc "Please stop killing each other" lmao what? Are you equating your boyfriend who had to fight for his life and the guy who tries to kill him in every incarnation, including when he is still a child? What about this sick symmetry? 😆 Of course, nothing compares to the fact that Tharn stayed with Chalathorn for a whole year because he felt sorry for him, while his grandmother (the heart-clutching one, you know which one) may have had a heart attack, and both she and Phaya are in agony and losing their health ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I loved Tharn, he was my favorite character in The Sign. And in the end he became the worst.

What was really funny was that in the end, NOTHING depended on Tharn and Phaya, it was Chalathorn - a murderer, manipulator and kidnapper - who made them happy 😄 And finally, they even thanked him and Phaya promised him to take care of Tharn, as if the doctor were the father of the lovely girl, who was being given away for marriage. Just kill me now 👌 Their love turned out to be completely pointless, because everything was decided by CHALATHORN, and everything related to their relationship took place offscreen and was actually a result of coincidence. Chalathorn even gave life to Tharn, gave him his soul. Thus proving that Phaya was useless to Tharn. Amazing 👌 Their love is based on fear, death, and separations and making the same mistakes, instead of taking action together, trust, faithfulness to each other, and mutual support. In their relationship, only Phaya makes an effort, I stopped feeling Tharn's love a long time ago. Tharn has always just surrendered to what is BAD happening around him (because Tharn/Wansa always surrenders to Chalathorn, not relies on Phaya/Garuda). The worst thing is that Tharn from the beginning of the series WAS NOT LIKE THAT 😤

THE POINT OF THIS SERIES WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT THIS TIME PHAYA AND TAHRN WOULD OVERCOME KARMA TOGETHER. They were to break this cycle with precise instructions from the abbot. Not only did they not overcome it, but they repeated it exactly to the letter. This raises the question: what was the point of all this, if Phaya and Tharn repeated the cycle of love, despair and death and got out of it thanks to someone else's decision? Is this a series then… about Chalathorn? 😂 HOW CAN I SUPPORT THIS RELATIONSHIP AND BELIEVE IN THIS LOVE WHEN ULTIMATELY NOTHING DEPENDED ON THEM AND THEY DID NOTHING TO SAVE THEMSELVES AND SAVE THIS LOVE. Oh, by "they" I meant Tharn.

What else was weird:

how is it that Doc is suddenly so sacrificial and willing to let Tharn go when he was willing to destroy his own soul just to kill Phaya and take Tharn like 5 min ago???

where are the Chart scenes? Khem and Thongthai?

random scene with Phaya's sister and Dao who is in France? Anyone interested in this?? So there was time for THIS, but not for Chalathorn and Tharn?

The finale otherwise had no emotional impact in the most important scenes:

Tharn joined the police to solve the mystery of his father's death, Akk had his entire agenda in this matter. However, after the killer is arrested (with Chalatorn's help lol) it doesn't feel like it has any major impact on either of them

Chart almost died. He didn't even deserve a single scene with Akk, who would thank him or just talk to him (I don't care about it, just to close this thread)

Khem almost died. We only see him once more after that. He's fine 🤷‍♀️

there are no scenes of Tharn reuniting with Yai, grandmother, or even the abbot

the sex scene is boring, repetitive, with weird music at the beginning that doesn't match the mood, the sight of them kneeling on the bed with pixelated butts, their dicks touching, with their pants around their knees is nothing but ridiculous. The whole scene is overshadowed by the fact that Tharn is lying to Phaya, that he's giving him something nice before he leaves (pity fuck) and taking fond memories with him (selfish fuck), and basically we all know it's a goodbye fuck. That is, everyone knows except Phaya, who, like Babe and Mhok, is oblivious at this point and happy to have it all taken away from him by someone he loves.

Actually, the last time this show was nice was when they still called each other bolster and jellyfish 😄 Also, if I'm not mistaken, all but one of the flashbacks in this episode were from episodes 1-5, plus the sex scene from ep. 7. Because back then the series was still good and it was about PhayaTharn. How could such a perfect series fuck up so much?

What was good about the finale? Just like in Last Twilght: the hets. Thank you Yai for being there and maintaining your integrity from start to finish 💖

To sum up:

I love The Sign ep 1-5 and the pink scene

I don't like The Sign ep 8-11

I hate the finale (I won't even write about how two weeks ago the finale with an unhappy ending was shown for free for peasants, and for money you could watch the finale with a good ending lol).

Everything that was wrong with The Sign is summed up in these words:

LMAAAAAOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

#the sign the series #bl drama #thai bl

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jaymber · 1 year ago

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Second Conflict

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V managed to pull Nancy out of the Maelstrom nest without much issue. If Johnny was delighted to see her again, V kept quiet. He felt still resentful at the way he had been treated before going to Kerry's mansion. A weird bitter knot was building in his stomach. He had been Johnny's only friend and confident for weeks now, suffering or enjoying the engram's company. Suddenly, old friends were showing up left and right, putting Johnny in a better mood than V ever could. It pissed him off, even more so when Johnny seemed completely clueless to the way he felt.

"Shame Henry blew it," the dead rockerboy kept rambling, "But man, this is preem. Samurai: back for one night, and one night only! Can't remember the last time I felt that excited. Eh, think I do, actually. 2007. One hell of a gig, and an even better afterparty, if you know what I mean." "Johnny, c'mon." "Man, you really are getting jealous," he teased, reappearing before his host, "You're lucky I find it cute. You're like a desperate little groupie. I missed this. Hey, V, wanna feel the real Samurai experience? I have the perfect idea on how to unwind until Nance-"

"I'm good, Johnny," V grumbled as he pushed him away, "Lil' groupie's done for the day."

V laid down in bed in silence after lighting a cigarette. It softened his mood a little, but Johnny didn't take kindly to being ignored.

"Fuck, what got your panties in a twist this time?" he mocked, "Gave me the green light on this idea, want to back off now? Or is this about Kerry? Mad I'm having fun with someone that isn't you, or disappointed I won't give him the Rogue treatment? Huh? Ignoring me, now? Fuck, V, we really back to that?" He simply wouldn't shut up, and V snapped.

"You're a fucking asshole, know that?" he yelled, "Still only fucking care about yourself. Rogue lead you on, and that sucks, but why you gotta make it my fault?" "V, what-" "You acted like I wasn't ever there! I tried talking to you, but you just ignored me! Closest friend? My ass! Only had Kerry on your mind!" "That has nothing to do with Rogue. Sreamsheets said-"

"What fucking screamsheets?" "Right, you weren't there." "Mean when you betrayed my trust?! So why did you wait to get into Rogue's panties first, if checking on your best friend was so important?! That's just another fucking excuse! You just wanted a distraction, and apparently, I wasn't enough." His voice suddenly broke as he swallowed back treacherous tears. He tried to hide his next words, but their minds was one, and they echoed in the tensed silence of the room. I'm nothing compared to them, am I? You're gonna leave me behind now that they're back in your life. "We both know that's not something I can do, V," Johnny said, and, feeling the wave of worry from his host, added, "And I wouldn't. Even if I could."

"Bullshit." "V, it's just old habits. Went to Rogue when I fucked up with Alt, went to Kerry when I fucked up with Rogue. Not used to putting you into that equation just yet. Was in my own head - forgot you were here." "But, I called you. Reach out for you." "Gonna have to listen harder, I guess. And you need to speak louder," he added, "Still need some getting used to - our situation. Usually, I’d just fuck off. Find a quiet place. Cenzon in one hand, Black Lace in the other. Get skizzed out of my mind, and find some easy groupie to bring home.” “Lucky for you: easy groupie's right here.” “You? With your constant whining and ball-busting? You make me work hard to get to you, V.” “And I should apologize for that?” he retorted, still feeling hurt.

“Nah. Thing is: I can’t do that anymore. Can’t wallow on my own. That, I’m still getting used to.” “Do you miss it? That method of yours?” “Why? Up to give me the reins once more?” he hoped. “Nah, but you got the company already. I can provide the buzz. Interested?” he proposed, clinging to the idea he could cheer Johnny up despite his doubts. He needed to feel useful. “See, V?" Johnny said, too distracted by his promise to worry about the knot in their stomach, "Thinking like a real rockerboy.”

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #male!v #oc: vaea temarii #silverv

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homesickwhispers · 1 month ago

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best friend.

(Van x Reader x Bondy)

When Van confronts you for being a little “too close” to Bondy, you decide to test just how far his limits go.

warning: NSFW content

reaally nervous about this one…hope you guys enjoy it though 💙

The night is buzzing.

The tickets for the show were sold out in minutes, and I can hear the muffled sounds of the crowd that indicates that the fans are already waiting outside.

The mood is perfectly set, the band is in full swing, and I know I should be too. But instead of focusing on the big night that is upon us, my focus is scattered. I can feel his eyes on me from across the room, watching. Van’s been acting off all night, but I’m trying not to think about it.

I’m standing next to Bondy, who’s been his usual charming self—easygoing, funny, not taking himself too seriously. He cracks a joke, and I laugh, maybe a little harder than necessary, trying to shake the strange tension I’ve been feeling all evening. Bondy grins, nudging me with his elbow.

“See? You don’t need to be so serious all the time,” he teases, leaning in closer, his arm brushing mine.

Bondy and I have gotten really close over the past few weeks and I’m pretty sure Van noticed it.

Johnny is a good, calm presence that I like to have around— not to mention, he is effortlessly attractive.

I laugh again, the sound a little more forced this time. It’s not Bondy—it’s… something else. My eyes flick across the room and land on Van, who’s watching us. His expression is unreadable, but I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense. He’s been distant since we got here, keeping his distance, but now… now there’s something different in the way he’s looking at me. At us.

Bondy leans in again, saying something I don’t quite catch, but I force a smile and pat his shoulder, pretending to listen. My stomach twists with something I can’t quite name—guilt, maybe, or the fact that I’m too aware of Van, standing just a few feet away, probably fuming beneath the surface.

Bondy’s friendly banter continues, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m walking a tightrope. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I do.

I feel uncomfortable when Van acts this way—no constant teasing, no smiling, no touching, just his intense eyes locked onto me. But amid that discomfort, I also feel..powerful. There was something electrifying about being the center of their attention, and it stirred something deep within me.

Bondy was undeniably a good-looking guy. If Van hadn’t caught my attention since day one, I would have been very inclined to try my luck with John. He had this quiet charm that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t expected.

Being next to Bondy felt good, of course, but as the hours passed, I realized how much I craved Van’s presence with us. The way he made me feel—alive and desired—was intoxicating.

They both had their ways of getting under my skin, that was a fact.

I was sure of my attraction to Van, and it wasn’t just physical. I liked his mind, our flirty dynamic, the way we understood each other without words. But for once, I didn’t want to be so uptight about everything.

Maybe I didn’t want to settle for just one thing.

Maybe I didn’t want to choose between the two of them.

Maybe I wanted to give in to that little voice that visited me during those long, quiet nights in the bunk—thinking about the two of my tourmates, taking me together.

The thought sent a thrill through me, awakening an old constant desire.

I didn’t want to be apart from Van, that was obvious, but maybe, for once in my life, I was allowing myself to want more.

Adding Bondy to the equation felt perfect, like exactly what I needed. Something about it felt right, thrilling, and I couldn’t ignore the pressure that was starting to grown between me legs just by imagining the scene.

The truth is, I barely have any real sexual experience. My first and only partner was my ex-boyfriend, and even then, it felt like I never truly explored what I wanted. But now, the thought of being in a room with both Van and Bondy—it’s exhilarating, like something I never thought I’d even consider. Yet here I am. And as crazy as it sounds… I think it might actually happen.

Van had shown me in every way that he wanted me, no doubt about it. He was just waiting for my green light. But what if my green light was actually…Bondy? The thought felt crazy, but somehow, it also felt thrilling.

Maybe I should make him an offer. If he really wants me, Bondy has to be there too. But now he wasn’t even talking to me, and it all felt like I was crumbling down.

It was confusing but exhilarating, this pull I felt toward them both. I could sense the chemistry simmering in the air, a tantalizing tension that left me breathless. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between what I knew I wanted and the uncertainty of where it might lead.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to explore that desire—to embrace the intensity that was building between us. And if they feel it too.

But I can’t think about that right now. Not with tons of fans of fans eager to see the best show of their lives.

I shook my head as if to brush the dirty, unnecessary thoughts away, and got back to work.

Later, after the show, still feeling buzzed from the crowd, mixed with the adrenaline I got from the undivided attention of Van and Bondy earlier, as I’m heading toward the dressing room, I feel Van behind me before I even hear his voice.

“Having fun with Bondy?” Van’s voice is low, but there’s an edge to it, sharp enough to cut through the haze of the night. I turn around slowly, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, though I know exactly what he means.

He steps closer, eyes locked on mine. His jaw is clenched, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “You seemed real cozy with him tonight.”

I feel the heat rising in me—part frustration, part something else. “You’re kidding, right? We were just talking.”

Van’s gaze darkens. “Sure didn’t look like just talking from where I was standing.”

My pulse quickens, a mix of anger and something I don’t want to admit. I cross my arms, trying to put some distance between us, but it doesn’t help. He’s still too close, his presence overwhelming. “And what if we were doing more than just talking?” I challenge, though my voice isn’t as strong as I want it to be. “Why do you care, Van?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. His eyes are locked on mine, something simmering just beneath the surface. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “Because he’s not the one who should be making you laugh like that.“

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I open my mouth to say something—anything—but nothing comes out. I can’t move, can’t breathe. All I can do is stare at him, my heart racing.

Van takes another step forward, his voice dropping lower. “I don’t want to see you with him, (Y/N). Not like that. You know your place is by my side. Not his, not anyone’s.”

It’s like the tension between us snaps, the pull that’s been building for weeks finally unraveling all at once. I should be angry, furious even, but instead, all I feel is the heat of his gaze, the way his words sink under my skin.

I take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. “You don’t get to be jealous, you don’t get to order me around. We are nothing, remember?” I whisper, though it sounds weak even to my own ears.

His eyes soften for a moment, but the tension is still there, humming between us. “Maybe not,” he says, voice rough. “But that doesn’t change the way I feel when I see him touching you.”

My heart skips a beat. The way he feels?

The room feels too small, the air too thick, and I can’t stop looking at him. My mind is racing, but before I can stop myself, I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” The challenge hangs between us, my heart pounding.

Van’s eyes flicker with something raw, something he’s been holding back for too long. And before I can think, before I can second-guess myself, his hand is on my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are a breath away from mine, and I can feel the heat of him, the tension that’s been simmering for weeks finally ready to explode.

“I will,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “If you let me.”

I lean into him, our noses almost touching, feeling the heat radiating from his body. A mischievous thought slips out before I can think better of it. “And what if I say I will let you..if you let me have me both of you?”

Van is still, like he stopped breathing for a moment.

I knew I had power over him, and in that moment, all I wanted was to use it, to push the limits and see just how far he would go to have me.

I whisper again, my voice sultry and teasing. “Would you be able to do that, Van? If you want me this bad, will you be able to have it my way?”

His breath catches, surprise flashing in his eyes, followed quickly by a mix of intrigue and disbelief. “(Y/N)…” He trails off, clearly torn between his jealousy and curiosity.

“Come on,” I challenge, stepping back slightly to gauge his reaction. “Are you really going to let Bondy take my attention away? Or are you going to step up? I want you, both of you. And I know you want it too” I run a finger up his chest, enjoying the way he swallows hard under my touch. “I bet you’ve already thought about it.” I add before he can protest. “It’s obvious from here.” I gesture to the bulge in his jeans.

I couldn’t believe my words, but I knew Van would appreciate them in some way. His body definitely did. He loved when I responded to him in the same playful, teasing manner he spoke to me. The thrill of matching his energy sent a rush through me, even if it meant I was suggesting we add a third person into this strange, flirty mix.

There was something exhilarating about the idea, a wild notion that made my heart race. I watched his reaction closely, gauging the shift in his expression as my words hung in the air between us. Would he be open to it? Would he embrace the chaos of what I was proposing?

His expression is still conflicted, but I can tell he’s tempted. It’s there, simmering under the surface, the desire to let go. I see it when he looks at me, and it’s there now, more than ever. And when he shifts even closer, I can smell his musky scent, feel the heat of him. I know he wants it. Wants me. And he’s willing to consider it.

I want to push him further, to make him give in. So I do the one thing that comes to mind, and let my fingers trail over his hard dick through his jeans. He sucks in a sharp breath.

“(Y/N)..This is madness,” he murmurs again, low and warning.

I grab his face a little rougher this time, making sure his eyes meet mine. “If you’re interested in something fun, I’m sure Bondy is too.” I lean in, breathing the words in his ear. “He’s your best friend. He’ll do whatever you ask for. Imagine it, Van. Bondy fucking my ass, you in my pussy and your mouth on my tits, making me moan so hard.” I lean into him again, my lips almost on his, whispering, “Just imagine it.”

For a second, I think I’ve pushed him too far, that he’ll push me away, tell me to leave him the hell alone. But he just blinks a few times, eyes going wide as he takes a deep breath, his hands curling into fists. Then slowly, like he’s giving me every chance to change my mind, he closes the distance between us.

He kisses me—hard and deep, all need and want. My brain shorts out, my knees going weak as my heart slams against my ribs. He holds me up, his hands rough on my waist, his tongue sliding over mine.

God, he’s a good kisser. His mouth is magic, drawing out a moan from deep in my throat. I feel him everywhere, my body arching toward him.

But even as we kiss, I know this isn’t going to be that easy. There’s still Bondy to deal with, and the fact that I’ve just told Van I want them both.

But right now, none of that matters. All I can think about is the taste of Van’s mouth on mine, the way it feels to finally be in his arms.

His mouth is roaming over my throat, my breasts. “You make me fucking insane, you know that?” he murmurs against my skin, his tongue tracing my nipple through my shirt. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and when you touch Bondy, it makes me want to kill him. Now you want me to watch as he fucks you? How am I supposed to do that, (Y/N)? What are you doing to me?”

He kisses me again, not letting me answer him. His tongue tangling with mine, his touch almost angry. He kisses like a man who knows how to please a woman, his mouth skilled and hungry, but somehow I’m not surprised. I knew he’d be good.

Then I’m moving, stumbling backward, his lips still devouring mine. His body presses me into the wall, hands pinning my wrists up above my head. “Please, Van” I beg, my voice husky.

I’m breathing hard, trying to catch my breath as he tears his mouth away. His chest is heaving, eyes burning into mine. “We’ll do it,” he says roughly. “But if we do this, (Y/N), if we bring him with us, it’s only because I want to watch you get fucked, not because I’m okay with him touching you. Do you understand?” The question is sharp, his expression warning.

I nod quickly, unable to process how he can be so possessive and jealous one minute and then so open to sharing me the next.

When he looks at me, there’s something dark in his eyes. “Fucking hell,” he rasps. “Alright. Let’s get this done with, let’s have it your way.” And then, without another word, he kisses me again. Hard and deep.

When he finishes the kiss, he backs away for a second to adjust himself in his pants and then takes my hand in his. His eyes are wild when they meet mine. I have no idea what kind of night we’re about to have, but I’m about to find out. He turns and walks toward the exit, dragging me behind him my heart starts beating even faster as I feel the cold air from outside hitting my face.

We leave the venue, and all the people behind us. I look around at the city that was never so alive before this moment. Van’s gaze locked onto mine, his expression a mix of determination and longing. He knew what I wanted, and he was resolute in his mission to give it to me.

A few hours ago, this wasn’t even a possibility. Just a distant fantasy wandering through my mind. But now, here I was, walking right into it, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over me like a second skin.It felt like I was standing on the edge of a thrilling cliff, ready to leap into the unknown.

Van’s grip tightened just a little pulling me out of my thoughts, and I felt my pulse quicken. My heart pounded in my chest, my body suddenly hyper-aware of everything—the warmth of his skin, the tension in the air. I was excited, but also nervous. I knew he wouldn’t let his jealousy fade that quickly.

When we finally reach Bondy’s room, Van knocks before opening the door, keeping his arm securely around my waist. He closes the door behind us with a firm click and pulls me closer, his grip possessive like he had something to prove.

As I said, we weren’t together. But Bondy wasn’t blind—no one in the band was. They could all see how Van spent every single moment of his free time around me, flirting, touching. They weren’t dumb, and Van definitely didn’t waste any time letting them know I was his, even if it wasn’t official.

So the sight of him suddenly appearing at Bondy’s room, with his dick practically popping out of the jeans while he presses himself against me, probably wasn’t a surprise for his bandmate, who barely reacted to us. Bondy just gave a small nod, like this was exactly what he’d expected.

With Van, I could always feel confident. He made it easy to be like that—always talkative, always flirting, always saying the dirtiest things he had in mind. He always seemed pleased when I matched his energy and I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up in a room together.

But Bondy? Sure, he cracked some jokes around me, but I could never read him the way I could with Van. So when we stepped into his room, all the bold words and attitude I had earlier seemed to disappear.

The atmosphere shifted as the closed door, trapped us in the intimate space of Bondy’s room. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

Me, Van, and Bondy had been in the same room countless times, but this one specific time it felt like too much to handle. There was an electric tension in the air, a palpable anticipation that set my skin on fire.

The playful banter I had been so used to with both of them suddenly felt distant, and all I could focus on was the pounding of my heart and the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Mate,” Van said, his voice sharp enough to catch Bondy’s attention.

Bondy glanced up, two buttons of his shirt already undone, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His hair was slightly messy, and he had that laid-back, effortless look about him that always seemed to draw people in. Me, included.

“Hey, you two,” Bondy greeted us with a smile, his eyes flicking to me briefly before going back to Van.

Van’s hand slid down to my lower back, and before I could react, he gave my ass a firm slap, making a dry, loud sound. “Brought your little friend to say hello,” he said, his tone light, but with an edge—a hint of the jealousy I knew he’d been stewing in.

My body tensed at the sudden contact, but I stayed quiet, caught between the two of them, feeling the tension rise like a thick fog in the room. Bondy chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke, seemingly unfazed, but there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“She wanted to ask you a question, didn’t you (Y/N)?” Van said, nudging me forward slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a look that dared me to play along.

As Van put me in the spotlight, the words vanished from my mind. There was only desire—a flicker of fear, yes—but desire quickly took over, consuming my thoughts.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and looked at Bondy, who had been watching me with raised eyebrows, curious but calm. The air felt thick, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words.

“Yeah, I… uh, I was wondering…” I trailed off, unsure of where to take it. My nerves were getting the best of me, and I could feel the weight of Van’s jealousy simmering beside me, pushing me toward something I wasn’t even sure I wanted to say.

Bondy took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, waiting for me to finish.

“Go on,” Van murmured, his voice low, almost a challenge.

I felt trapped between them, my body hot and tense, but a part of me couldn’t help but feel the excitement in the air, the way the dynamic had shifted with every passing second.

Van’s grip tightened on my waist, his breath warm against my ear as he leaned in closer. “You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered, his voice low, dripping with challenge.

Van was right; I couldn’t say it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, inhuman even, like they would shatter the fragile moment we were in. Bondy’s gaze didn’t help; it was intense and searching, as if he could see right through me and into the tangled mess of emotions swirling in my mind.

Every part of me screamed to give voice to my desires, to declare what I wanted, but the fear of crossing that line held me back. I felt vulnerable under their scrutiny, the weight of their expectations pressing down on me.

I froze, my heart thudding in my chest. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t push them out. Bondy stood there, still watching me, waiting, completely unaware of the storm swirling inside me.

Van’s hand slid down my arm, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, sending a shiver through me. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he continued, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Tell John what you told me in that hallway, tell him what you want us to do with you.”

My mouth went dry, the tension between us thickening with every second. I could feel Bondy’s eyes flicking between us, probably confused, but not saying a word.

“I… I don’t…” I started, but the words trailed off, lost in the moment, the weight of Van’s jealousy pressing down on me.

Van chuckled, his fingers gently squeezing my arm. “Thought so,” he murmured moving to my side.

“Listen up” he says taking the cigarrete from Bondy’s mouth and giving it a slow drag “What (Y/N) wants to know is… are you interested in having a little fun time with us?” he said, his tone smooth but laced with something darker, more daring.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Bondy, my face heating up. I could hardly believe what Van had just said, but there was no turning back now. Bondy’s eyes widened slightly, but a smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back.

“Fun time, huh?” Bondy echoed, his gaze flicking between Van and me. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was trying to gauge whether we were serious or just messing around.

Van’s fingers pressed into my waist a little harder, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “That’s right, mate. You in?” Van continued, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Bondy let out a small laugh. He tilts his head slightly, his smirk widening. “You two are something else” he said, his eyes lingering on me. “But if you’re really asking…I’m always up for a good time.“

The room felt even more suffocating with his confirmation, thick with the tension we’d built. Van’s grip on me was firm, grounding me, but also pushing me to the edge of something I wasn’t sure I could handle. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and yet, I stayed silent, waiting for Van’s next move.

Bondy leaned forward, his elbows resting casually on his knees, eyes locked onto mine. “You sure you want this, (Y/N)? Cause Van here looks like he is on the verge of passing out.” he asked, his voice calm, but the challenge was unmistakable.

Van’s grip tightened again, this time more possessively. “I think she knows exactly what she wants,” he said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, eyes never leaving Bondy’s. Then, turning slightly toward me, he added, “Don’t you?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “Yeah..I do.”

Van’s jealousy was unmistakable as he heard me, but there was something else too—conflict. He didn’t want to share, I knew that. But I couldn’t stop myself from pushing the boundary further.

My mouth is dry, my pulse racing in my ears. But all I can see is him. The way his gaze eats me up like he needs me. The tension in his body that says he’s ready to let go, to give in to whatever it is between us.

“Then go on (Y/N), show him. Show him what you want.” Van said, his tone laced with annoyance but also a hint of curiosity.

I could feel the tension crackling in the air as Bondy turned to me, his gaze expectant. My heart raced, caught in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.

“Thought you had this one wrapped around your finger, Van, it’s not like you to share.” Bondy said with a smirk.

“She’s a hard one to crack, that’s for sure, but she will be mine soon.” Van replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

I finally got the courage and stepped closer to Bondy, kissing his neck softly. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, making me groan at the contact. I started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, pulling it open to reveal his chest. “Thought you’d be with her all night, after you saw us at the venue. Bet you were killing me in your head for standing so close to her” he told Van, still holding me.

“I planned to,” Van replied. “But we didn’t get far. She wanted this or nothing.”

“This or nothing, hum?” he asked. “Is that right?”

Van chuckled, his gaze darkening as he looked at me. “That’s what she says,” he murmured, stepping closer. “But I guess we’ll find out.”

I leaned back from Bondy and smiled at Van, who was looking at us both with hunger in his eyes. “That’s right,” I told him, moving my mouth over Bondy’s skin again, feeling a hint of confidence.

He reaches for my hair, grabbing it gently and moving my lips to his. I let him kiss me, deep and sensual, as I feel Van’s gaze on us, which just turns me on even more and I feel like I could cum on the spot. The kiss is long, slow, and Bondy presses against me, letting me feel the hard length of him.

His lips teases my neck as his hands roams down my sides, teasing the edge of my shirt. I could feel Van’s body heat behind me, his hands steady but possessive on my hips, pulling me closer. The intensity between them made my head spin, the anticipation thick in the air. My pussy throbbed, thinking about having one of them inside me.

My hands are in Bondy’s hair, gripping him closer as we kiss. His hands travelled on my ass, squeezing me, pulling me tighter against his body. I’m grinding against his cock, rubbing against him as I feel myself growing wetter.

As Bondy deepened the kiss, Van’s fingers found my waist, lifting me slightly and pulling me to his lap away from Bondy’s torso, as he was now pressing his own body against mine. It was like a push and pull, each of them vying for my attention, and I was caught in the middle, breathless and wanting more. They grew more and more hungry the second they noticed I was giving into one of them too much.

Bondy and I break apart for a moment as he undoes his zipper slowly, then shoves his jeans and briefs down in one quick motion. His cock springs free, hard and ready, and I feel my eyes widening as I take him in.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out. He’s big—long and thick, with a heavy set of balls. “You’re...um…” I clear my throat, trying to sound less shocked than I am.

Bondy gives a low chuckle. “Big?” he supplies.

I nod. “Yeah, you could say that.”

I reach for him and Van suddenly catches my wrist.

“Not yet.” He says kissing my neck “Right now, you’re going to be a good fucking slut and let us touch you, okay?”

I could barely respond as Van turned me to face him and pressed our lips together, making everything around me disappear except for Bondy who explored my body from behind.

My entire world narrowed to the sensation of their bodies against mine. Van’s lips on my mouth, Bondy’s lips on my neck, their hands in my clothes, their breath hot and heavy against my skin. My hips arch into them, my mind going blank as the heat rages through me.

Van pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, eyes burning with need. “I can smell you,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse. “Been dying for this since you started working for us.”

His kiss grew more urgent, his hands sliding up to cup my face as Bondy’s grip tightened on my hips, grounding me between the two of them. I moaned softly into Van’s mouth, my body igniting under their touch. He swallows my moan with his kiss, his hand moving between us to undo his pants.

I feel him bare against me for the first time, his cock hot and heavy in his hand. Bondy’s fingers teased at the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards, his breath hot on my neck.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” Van murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Being between us like this. I bet you’re fucking soaked right now.”

I nodded, the words slipping from my lips in a breathless whisper. “Yes…”

Bondy pulled back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he glanced at Van. “She’s a little more eager than I thought,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice.

Van smirked, his hand sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my jeans. “She’s full of surprises.” He gently tugged at the fabric, and I could feel my pulse quickening in anticipation.

My body was already aching for more, every touch sending jolts of heat through me. Bondy’s hands were back on me, more insistent this time, as Van touched the fabric of my bra ready to free me of the last barrier between us.

“Ready for both of us, love?” Van’s voice was low and gravelly.

I nodded, biting my lip, but it was Bondy who answered for me, his hands trailing up my thighs. “Oh, she’s ready.”

Van pops my breasts free of my bra cups, rolling and pinching my nipples until I moan. “Look at that pretty pink cunt.” He palms my breasts, holding them together for Bondy to see. “She’s all for us tonight.”

Bondy’s cock twitches. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to,”

I gasped as his fingers grazed my chest, but Van’s voice from behind was what made me tremble. “Show us, (Y/N). Show us how much you want this.”

I closed my eyes, feeling their hands explore my body with an intensity that made my legs weak. Every sensation blurred together, their touches so distinct yet complementary, feeding the fire that built inside me. Bondy’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing where I ached the most, and I let out a soft whimper. Van’s hand followed, his movements slower, more deliberate, making me squirm with anticipation.

“I knew you could handle us both, baby, you’re such a dirty slut.” Van whispered, his lips brushing my ear as Bondy kissed along my throat.

My body felt like it was on fire, caught between the two of them, my breath ragged as their touches synced up, pushing me further into the heat of the moment. Bondy’s fingers trailed teasingly, and Van’s steady hand guided me, making me melt against them both.

I lean against Bondy as he touches me, his erection pressed against my back like a constant reminder, his mouth exploring my skin. He bites my neck, his hands roaming over my ass and hips, and I love the feeling of being taken.

His fingers brushing against my aching core. I gasped, my body responding instinctively, pressing closer to him, while Van’s fingers gripped my waist harder, his frustration barely contained.

Finally, Bondy drops to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulder and burying his face in my pussy. His tongue glides through my folds, sucking gently on my clit. I gasp, my head falling back against Van’s shoulder. Van bends and kisses my breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth while flicking the other with his fingers.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I whimper. “So good.” The pleasure spirals higher and higher, my whole body burning hot.

“You hear her, mate? She likes that.” Bondy said, smirking as he looked at Van over my shoulder.

Van drags his teeth across my nipple. “Does that feel good like you imagined, (Y/N)?”

“Fuck, no. This is better,” I groan. Bondy sucks harder on my clit, tongue working me expertly. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” I shudder, the orgasm rippling through me, my legs tightening around Bondy’s head. “Oh god,” I cry out. “Oh god.” My pussy throbs, the pleasure lasting for a minute before Bondy lowers me to the bed and presses his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, the sensation sending another wave of lust through my body. He kisses me until I’m moaning again, my pussy clenching. “Let me taste you,” I beg. “Please, Bondy.”

I pull him closer without waiting for an answer, until his legs are on either side of me, his cock hard above. I run my trembling hands along the inside of his thighs, feeling his breath catch, his body tense. I look up at him, locking eyes, and then I lean forward, taking him in my mouth.

I moan around his length as he slides into me, his skin hot on my tongue. He’s salty and thick, his breaths coming quicker and quicker as I move, and it gives me a rush to know I’m doing this to him.

I keep going, sucking harder as he grabs my hair, pulling me closer, but then Van is beside us, his hands on my back, his lips on my skin. He pushes me forward, toward Bondy, until I’m taking him deeper than I ever thought possible, making me gag.

But Van keeps me there, his fingers digging into my hips as he licks along my neck, his lips brushing against my ear. “Fuck yeah,” he mutters. “Look at her take you, Bondy. Fucking hell.”

I moan around Bondy’s cock, my body heating at Van’s words, the tears falling from my eyes as I search for air. I’m desperate for Van, his mouth on my body only making me want more. I reach back blindly, my hands searching for him, and he steps closer, his hips pressing against my ass.

“Is that what you want?” he teases, his voice low in my ear. “You want me to fuck you while you suck his cock? Is that it?”

“Yes,” I gasp around Bondy. “Yes.”

Van chuckles and pulls back, giving me a hard smack on my ass. “You’ve got to beg better than that,” he says. “Ask me nicely, (Y/N)

I turn around, Bondy’s length slipping from my mouth, and I look up at Van. “Please,” I say, my voice low, desperate. “Fuck me, Van. Please.”

Van presses a condom in my hand. “Put it on my cock.” He swallows hard as I roll the condom down his shaft, then lick my hand and stroke him slowly. , his eyes locked on mine.“Turn around,” he tells me, stepping back. “Bend over the bed and let me see that tight pussy of yours.”

I do as he says, turning around to face Bondy again with my ass up. I’m so exposed, so bare, and his hands are running over my skin before I can even turn around. He grabs my ass and massages me roughly, moaning in appreciation.

“Fuck,” he whispers against me. “You’ve got the ass I’ve always wanted.”

Van’s lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “You’ve been teasing us all night. Time to show you what happens when you push too far.”

I moan as he presses against me, teasing my clit with each pass. My body’s hot and wet, ready for him, and I push back against him, trying to force him in. But he holds himself back, still teasing me, until finally, finally, he pushes inside.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve spent thinking about this?” Van murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “About bending you over like this, your pussy open for me, your ass up in the air.”

I gasp at the feel of him filling me, stretching me open. His cock is thicker than I expected, his thrusts slow at first, but it’s almost too much. I’m tight and swollen, and every inch feels like bliss. My body takes a moment to adjust, my breaths coming faster as he moves, and then it’s like he’s a part of me, filling me in a way no one ever has.

He slaps my ass with his hand. “I’m not going to go easy on you.” He thrusts deep into me, the slap of his balls against my pussy loud in the room. I cry out as he fucks me harder, my tits bouncing against Bondy’s chest. “You feel so good.” He pushes deeper, his cock throbbing. “So fucking good. Just like I knew you would.”

He’s reaching up to brush my hair aside, his lips on the back of my neck, when I hear Bondy shift next to me. I turn toward him, looking into his eyes, and I realize I’ve almost forgotten about him. I lean down to kiss him, feeling Van moving in me as we do, and Bondy’s hand slips between my legs, rubbing my clit as they fuck me together.

Van slows his thrusts, his hand gripping my waist tight. “Fuck her mouth,” he says, his voice rough against my skin. “Let her suck you dry.”

Bondy doesn’t need to be told twice. He steps up beside me, his cock in front of my mouth, and before I can think, I’m leaning forward, taking him inside. He groans as his length slides along my tongue, his hand twisting in my hair as he starts thrusting.

It’s hard, keeping his cock in my mouth with Van moving in me, but it feels right, like this is what I’ve been missing. Two men, my body filled with their lengths, their hands and mouths touching my skin, my mind overwhelmed with pleasure.

But it doesn’t last. It can’t last. My orgasm starts building in seconds, my clit throbbing against Bondy’s fingers as he rubs me faster. I’m gasping around his length, my body trembling, and when Bondy thrusts deep in my mouth, I explode.

My orgasm tears through me like a wave, a rush of pleasure so strong I can barely stand it. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I keep moving on Van as I come, my mouth sucking hard on Bondy as he starts to come too.

It hits me in seconds, his salt exploding in my mouth, on my tongue, and I moan with it, the taste of him sending me higher. But it’s not over yet. Van pulls out of me just as Bondy finishes, his cum spurting on my body, hot on my skin as I gasp.

I’m still coming down from my orgasm when Van grabs my hips again, his cock pushing back into me. He thrusts faster than before, his voice hoarse against my skin, and I can tell he’s close.

But I want it in my mouth. I want his taste, his warmth, all of it. I pull back from Bondy and turn toward Van, his cock still hard in my body.

I look up at him, my eyes begging him to come in my mouth. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, Van.”

He swallows hard, but he doesn’t deny me. Instead, he steps back, pulling out of me with a moan, and I take him in my mouth in seconds. I suck hard, my tongue working his length, and he grabs my head, thrusting into me with a groan.

He comes like Bondy did, his cum filling me, hot and salty on my tongue. His thrusts are fast and strong as he finishes, and I swallow greedily, loving the taste of him in my mouth. My lips feel swollen from all the sucking, my jaw sore, but I’m not done. I keep sucking until Van pulls back with a gasp, his cock slipping from my mouth.

And then he falls to the bed beside me, pulling me into him, and I let his warmth envelop me as my pulse finally slows, my body sated and exhausted.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired and yet so at peace before. It’s a strange combination, the exhaustion settling into my bones while a warm sense of contentment wraps around me like a cozy blanket. Every part of me feels spent from the new experiences, but in this moment, nestled between Van and Bondy, I feel a deep satisfaction that makes all the chaos worth it.

Van’s arm is draped possessively around me, a constant reminder of his presence and his desire to protect what’s his. I never expected to find myself in such an intimate setting with two people who mean so much to me. It feels surreal, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I think back to the hesitation I felt earlier, the fear of crossing boundaries I had set for myself. But here I am, breaking free from those constraints, allowing myself to indulge in the unexpected pleasures of tonight. The thrill of it all is intoxicating.

It takes a while to catch our breaths, the stars slowly fading from view. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat on the bed, but finally, my mind begins to clear.

The three of us stay in silence for a few minutes, the only sound our heavy breathing. I look up and meet Van’s eyes. They’re locked on me, soft and gentle. Something shifts in my chest, something warm and fuzzy. It feels a lot like happiness and belonging.

As I lock eyes with him, I see, behind the jealousy and the teasing, something deeper..Care, concern, and even… love.

“Are you okay?” Van murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern. I turn my head slightly to meet his gaze, and I can see the softness in his eyes, the genuine care he has for me. It makes my heart swell.

“Yeah, just…taking it all in,” I reply, feeling a bit shy under his scrutiny. “This was a lot, but it feels good.”

Bondy shifts beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. “We’re glad you’re letting yourself have some fun, (Y/N). You deserve to let loose a little.” His teasing tone brings a lightness to the conversation, and I can’t help but laugh softly.

“I think I’m finally starting to understand that,” I admit, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

“So,” I say, glancing between them, “are you satisfied? Did I pass the test?”

Bondy’s wide grin lights up his face, still glistening with sweat. “What do you think?” he asks, his voice filled with teasing disbelief. “That was incredible.”

A wave of relief washes over me, and I can’t help but laugh. “Good,” I reply, my heart still racing.

“But I think Van might actually kill me if we ever do this again,” Bondy adds, a playful edge to his voice as he glances at Van. “So next time I’ll have to turn your offer down if I want to keep my balls intact.”

I turn to Van, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through me. “You wouldn’t do that, right?” I ask, half-joking but also genuinely curious.

Van shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nah, I’m just a little possessive.” His gaze turns serious, and he leans closer. “But just so you know, this is the last night (Y/N) will ever get with someone else. She’s mine now.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and I feel a thrill rush through me. I can’t help but smile, the possessiveness somehow igniting a spark of excitement within me.

“Congrats to the lovebirds,” Bondy says, chuckling as he stretches out. “Glad I could be part of this one-time deal.”

I roll my eyes, but my heart swells with warmth. “Thanks, Bondy,” I say, feeling the bond we all share. “You were amazing.”

“Yeah, mate. We appreciate you.” Van says smiling softly to his bandmate. But then he quickly narrows his eyes, a hint of amusement in his expression. “But just remember, Bond, I’ll always be watching, you looked like you had a little too much fun between my lady’s legs.” Van says making the two of us laugh.

“Chill out. I know you mark your territory well.” Bondy grinned, throwing a playful glance at Van. “(Y/N) here is my friend, after all. I know how much she likes you and I just want you two to be happy.”

The three of us smiled as I settled into Van’s arms, feeling his warmth wrap around me like a cozy blanket. Bondy reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness.

“Night, night to the newlyweds,” Bondy teased, a grin in his voice. “Fuck as you please, just don’t wake me up.”

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. “You better not snore, then.”

He laughed and shot back, “Just try not to scream too loud. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Van tightened his hold on me, his breath warm against my hair. “We’ll keep it down,” he promised, a playful smirk on his lips.

I could feel the tension of the night dissolve into a comfortable ease. With both of them nearby, I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. As Bondy settled into his spot, the atmosphere shifted, and I couldn’t help but smile. This moment felt surreal, but it also felt right.

I turned my head slightly to meet Van’s gaze, feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth. “Thank you for tonight,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

Van smiled down at me, a mixture of affection and amusement in his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring. “I would do anything to have you for my own, even if that means sharing you with Bondy for one night.”

His sincerity made my heart flutter. “Even so, it means a lot,” I admitted, nestling deeper into his embrace. “I didn’t expect to feel so… connected.”

He brushed his fingers lightly along my arm, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You deserve to feel everything—especially pleasure,” he said, his tone earnest. “But right now? Let’s just rest, okay?You did a lot of work tonight, my girl. I don’t want you tired,” Van murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His tone was gentle, but there was a possessiveness underlying his words that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” I whisper to Van, remembering what he had said about me and Bondy on the hallway.

He glances at me, his eyes softening for a moment before he replies, “I’m not mad. I just know what I want, and I don’t like to share.”

“Also, I’m not gonna lie,” Van continues, his voice low and rough, “seeing you give in to both of us like that was pretty hot. I can’t be mad at you when I remember how beautiful you look when you cum.”

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my face to meet his eyes. There’s a hunger in them, mixed with something deeper. “But I’m not sharing again okay? Tonight was it.”

I gave him a quick kiss, soft and lingering, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. “It was. Thank you for it, though.”, I say already pressing my lips to his again, my hands are both tangled on his hair and I don’t ever want to pull away from him.

No one had ever made me feel as wanted as Van did, and knowing I could experience this with the man I loved and one of my closest friends made it even more surreal. It wasn’t just about the physical connection; it was about trust, intimacy, respect and the undeniable chemistry between all of us. In that moment, everything felt right

“Good night, Van,” I whisper, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

His smile widened, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Sweet dreams, my love,” he replied, his voice low and soothing.

With a satisfied sigh, I closed my eyes, ready to embrace whatever the night held, comforted by the presence of the two men I had grown to care for in different ways.

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