#and my brain is here. saying no no please let them be like me please let me have this

[dualityvn]

Keith would turn to hypnosis or brainwashing to make us love him if he’s fully snapped…?

Could I maybe please request a drabble about that por favor 🥹

Sweet Vacation

CW: kidnapping, brainwashing, fork harassment

Word count: 1345

You ignored the first signs that Keith wasn’t doing well mentally. When he’d turn his back to you at night and sob silently, you’d pretend not to hear it. When he’d spend his evenings staring out the window for hours on end, eyes glazed over, you’d find things to busy yourself with. 

It did annoy you when he put a tracker on you. The fight that followed only made things worse. He became constantly paranoid, asking to hear your voice every hour you weren’t home, having breakdowns when you so much as left the room he was in. 

There was no doubt that he wouldn’t accept it if you tried to break up with him. You never bothered to start the conversation. You simply packed your things one day, blocked his number and left. 

Unfortunately, he’d used more than one tracker. 

- - -

You awaken to an unfamiliar hardwood floor, head pounding and limbs stiff. So stiff, in fact, that you aren’t able to move them. Your eyes shoot open as you tug on the ropes tying your limbs to the chair you're sitting in. 

The room you’re in is unfamiliar, a lavish living room with wooden walls and a large fireplace. A sweet, mind-numbing fragrance catches your attention. Possibly, the herbs burning in a bowl on the coffee table before you. All the curtains are drawn, so you fail to see anything outside. You can’t remember how or when you got here. 

The sound of footsteps approaching brings your attention to the closed door. Keith appears from behind it, looking much more frazzled and unkept than usual. His hair is a bit messy, he’s not wearing the usual concealer under his eyes and his collar is askew. 

“My love! You're awake!” He rushes over to you. 

“Keith! What the hell did you do to me? Where am I?!” 

He shushes you as he caresses your cheek. You want to scream at him, fight against your restraints, yank yourself away from his touch. But for some reason, as soon as those thoughts enter your mind, they fade away. 

“Everything's alright, dear. You're safe now. I'm sorry about the ropes, but there was no other way. I'll take them off once they're not needed anymore.” 

There is nothing sane in his gaze. His eyes are big and alert and his smile is too wide for comfort. 

“Where are we?” you ask, much calmer than you'd like. 

“Somewhere where nobody will bother us! Don't worry, it's just the two of us.” 

You don't know what he's done to you, but your fear, anger and alarm are all much too mild. 

“Oh! I've made you lunch! Let me grab it for you before it gets cold.” 

He rushes off through the door, then returns with a plate of food and a fork. The sight and smell of it makes your stomach grumble. For how long were you out? 

“I hope you like it! Open wide!” Keith holds some of it out in front of you. 

Thoughts of turning away or refusing the food pass through your mind, then leave just as fast. You reluctantly open your mouth. 

Even when he's crazy, he manages to make infuriatingly good food. You do not complain about being fed the entire plate. If you want to try to get out of this situation, you'll need the energy anyway.

“You ate everything! Good job!” he praises you cheerfully. 

Then, he looks down at the fork in his hand. His eyes flicker between it and your mouth for a moment. Until they eventually settle on you as he brings the fork near his face and licks the part that's been in your mouth. Once his tongue reaches the tips of the tines, he sticks them entirely in his mouth. 

You stare at him, dumbfounded. Before you can say anything about it, he sets the fork back on the plate and turns to leave. 

“I'll bring you a glass of water! Can't let you get dehydrated!” 

What the hell was that? How far gone is he? 

You finally get your brain to cooperate and attempt to struggle against your bindings. Unfortunately, they're tight and secure. Looking around, you can't spot anything sharp enough to cut them. 

When Keith returns, he's brought back not only your glass of water but also a small satchel. You eye it curiously as he helps you drink. 

And once it's done, he sets down the glass and opens up the satchel. It's full of herbs, some of which he places in the bowl with the others. That mind number scent hits you again. Any thought you'd had of escaping is beginning to blur.

As if reading your thoughts, Keith answers. “Just a little something to help you relax! I know you're probably quite stressed.” 

He puts the satchel away and picks up a book instead. “How about I read you something? That way you won't be bored!” 

You want to say no, you want to reason with him, ask him to let you go, convince him none of this is necessary. But none of it leaves your lips. 

“Okay,” you say instead. 

- - -

It's been two days since Keith locked you up in this house. He's fed you and kept you hydrated. When he's not been taking care of you, he's been keeping you entertained or simply chatted with you. 

Perhaps it's your fault you've ended up this way. You ignored the signs that he wasn't doing well. You weren't a very good partner overall. 

This morning he made you heart shaped pancakes with strawberries. It was kind of cute. 

Perhaps you don't need to escape, perhaps he will snap back to reality and release you himself. The two of you aren't good for each other. 

- - -

Four days have passed since Keith brought you here. He untied you from the chair but kept your wrist handcuffed to his to make sure you don't run away. 

It's a pretty nice vacation home. Apparently you're in the mountains. The view from the balcony is stunning. Although it gave you a bit of a fright when you woke up here four days ago, it isn't so bad. 

Keith still insists that you let him prepare meals, despite you being able to help now. You can't believe you treated him so coldly before. When he discovered you had bruises on your wrists from the rope, he cried and kissed them better. 

At night, when you get ready for bed, he asks if he can cuddle you. If you say no, he keeps his distance. When you do give him permission, he holds you tight and whispers that he loves you. He smells sweet, a bit like burnt herbs. 

- - -

It's been a week since the start of your little vacation. You took a walk through the forest this morning, hand in hand with your beloved boyfriend. He told you about the plants that grow here and which ones are safe to eat. He's so smart! 

When you got back, you made lunch together. He’s been a bit down and anxious the past few days, but today he was in good spirits. Though he still won't tell you where he got the new perfume he's been wearing. It's so sweet, it makes you want to hold him close constantly. 

Now that it's evening, you're both sitting on the couch, cuddling as you watch TV. Keith holds you against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. You feel safe here. 

“I love you,” you murmur. 

He stiffens at once. Thinking there must be something wrong, you pull away to look at him. A mixture of shock and joy battles on his features. 

“I love you too!” Tears are spilling from his eyes. 

You laugh and cup his face, holding it still so you can kiss away his tears. Your boyfriend is so sentimental. His hand brushes over your chin, silently asking you to lean down. His lips quiver against yours, soft and uncertain. You press in lovingly. 

Even the taste of his lips is sweet.

[pinksugarberries]

Random se-mi hcs (no game au)

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SFW

she likes listening to chase alantic to give her a ego boost after something really embarrassing happens or she breaks up with someone

she owns over 30 hoodies and justifies it as “i just run cold…! why are you judging me?”

she owns a nintendo and plays animal crossing (her favorite character is coco or wolfgang) i feel like she has a toxic relationship with fortnite (im NOT projecting..) like she hates it but she just continues to go back. “one more game”

if she’d ever play stardew valley, she would marry abigail (IFYKYK)

she likes plants and flowers and her favorite flower is a hyacinth

whenever some makes her mad secretly, in the middle of the night will boot up sims, make a sim that looks like the person and kill them. (she prefers drowning BUT lighting fires is also a good choice)

she HATES the people who uses the strawberry poundcake body mist excessively. it makes her get a headache and her nose gets all tingly

she likes cooking but she’s impatient and bluntly sucks at it. if she’s cooking at someone’s house they would probably say “what is burning?”

romantic but sucks at being romantic, please help this girl :(

gets her nails painted, or she does them herself. she really likes burgundy and black so she would do those colors :-)

she owns over 10 chokers that look the same but are for different occasions

ok the time you FREAKS have been waiting for

smokes, but only when she’s stressed

NSFW

definitely talks you through it, but more degrading words than anything.

remember that tongue piercing that i said he has in my last blog? yeah, she uses that to arouse you even more whine she’s EATING you out.

slurps ever single drop of cum after she’s done

adores your tits, and also convinced you to get pierced, now they are even more sensitive for her to play and fondle with while you’re fucking her brains out, or the opposite, while she has her strap on, she loves to see them bounce around, usually letting you get on top of her.

when she’s doming, she is mostly gentle, but she will continue to get rougher and rougher. if she hasn’t made you a crying, whimpering, and shaking mess than she hasn’t done her job correctly.

her favorite position is definitely doggystyle or missionary while she’s doming you

she LOVES shower sex. like completely adores it.

she definitely owns a 8 inch black strap and dicks you DOWNNNNN with it. can’t prove me other wise…

now while your doming HER, she could be a blushing, squirming mess,

you’re even more of a brat while your doming her and it pisses her off SO much…

you grab her choker while your rubbing your clit against hers

while you’re eating your DELICIOUS meal (her punani) you occasionally stick a few fingers in, 4 max and it makes her go INSANE. makes her cum instantly all over your face

when she’s giving you the MEANEST most DEEP backshots, she likes to pull your hair and smack your ass. a little too much but it’s ok because it’s se-mi :-)

[quarterlifekitty]

wifey here again with stepdad!Nik, so I think SD would insist on finishing college since she only has like a year left anyway and because she feels like she'll be able to get a job easier with a degree, she doesn't wanna be a burden. Nikolai ofc lets her finish college, it keeps her busy while at home, settling in nicely to their house. He takes care of her every need, and slowly starts to convince her that she doesn't owe him anything, she's his wife now, or soon to be at the very least. All she needs to do is stay home and worry about their little one. Anytime she has doubts about how much he wants her and wants to provide for her she gets reminded thoroughly. It's when SD's bump is getting noticeable that Nik really steps it up. "What if we both miss the important moments?" and SD eventually is like "yeah, okay, but if it ever becomes a burden I'll get a job" and Nik is real proud of himself. SD also becomes very needy, in just the way Nik loves, she wants to be with him as much as possible and needs help a lot because hormones are fucking with her. And she definitely thanks him plenty for his help whenever she can. Bonus NikPrice x SD reader John decides to visit Nik and his new bird since on their last mission Nikolai wouldn't shut up about her and he immediately gets why when he sees SD, she's so sweet and nurturing and she looks gorgeous all round with Nik's kid, stays a few nights and gets drunk one night and jokingly (sorta) tells Nik he'd love to put the next one in her and Nikolai just hums with a smile "why not?" and reader is suddenly being flirted with by her fiance/husband's friend. Is real worried about it cause she likes it and guility goes to Nik who is 1. Very pleased by her honesty and 2. reassures her and tells her that he's okay with it if she is. (Totally wasn't his plan to get his two favorite people together so he could have them both, nope, that's totally not why he raved about her to John and not one other soul. Mmhm)

Also im really sorry if once again this doesn't make sense, stress has got me by a chokehold lately and its making my brain bad lol

Ooooooh wifey you are killing me. Isn’t that the perfect solution, though? You’re so worried about being a burden, let’s bring in another source of income!!

You know. Maybe it’s kinda degrading. But I totally imagine Nik comes up with little tasks for her. Let’s be real, it’s so easy— he saw what her mother was like, he can see how starved she is for approval, it practically blinds her. Things like “I want us to get a new car with some more space before the baby comes— can you research what models are best for family? You have a better mind for things like that than me,” he says with an almost sheepish smile. You’re practically wagging your tail with excitement— and you just look so happy when you present all of your work and he seems so pleased with you.

Also, in a bit of darker move, I can imagine if you’re not as into John as all that— they come up with a story. They say that John wants to have a baby of his own, but he’s not married, and he wants to have a kid before he’s too old and his career gets in the way of romance. So he would love for you to be like a surrogate for him. You’ve done so well with this first pregnancy, and you’re still so young— plus! John would be willing to pay, so it’d be like you’ve got your own income to help out!

The only thing is that John believes in natural conception. And he wants to live with you both during the pregnancy to help out. And he doesn’t actually plan on leaving once you have his kid. And Nik knows how sensitive and caring you are— when you confess to him your doubts about giving the baby up for good once it’s born, he comforts you. Of course he’ll talk to John about it, milaya, he’s sure they can come to an agreement.

[jeonscatalyst]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/774212277059682304/httpswwwtumblrcomdearweirdme7742039285407416

“Serves them right for being idiots” then proceeds to make the most idiotic write up of all time. The fact that anyone can have a smart phone and internet these days to spew nonsense online is beyond me.

Hi anon,

There was a time when I used to think this was the most sensible Taekook blogger on Tumblr, but over time, my opinion began to shift. I haven’t seen a single insightful post from this blogger since AYS was announced. I used to frequent Taekook blogs because it was fun to read other people’s perspectives, but eventually, I stopped visiting their spaces because I felt like I was losing brain cells after every visit.

This particular blogger frustrates me because it’s evident they truly believe they are wise or introspective, when, in reality, they are just as misguided as any other Taekooker. I won’t go into detail about the differences between Taekook and Jikook, nor the clear evidence of who is closer, as I’ve already done that in a lengthy post in the past. You can read it here…

Instead, today I want to address a few things that Taekookers, and some Jikookers as well, still fail to understand, not only about the bond between Jikook and Taekook, but also about human relationships in general.

Let’s begin with the fact that this blogger claims the Jikook ship was created by BigHit. Not only is this the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever read, but it’s also a pathetic excuse for why another pairing gained recognition. Let’s not even mention that this blogger has only been in the fandom for a short time and probably caught up on content through YouTube edits, (you can tell they’re the type to fall for YouTube edits because they cite them as references), TikTok, and various conspiracy theories from bitter Taekookers trying to explain away the connection they see between Jimin and Jungkook. This person hasn’t been around long enough to form such strong opinions about the past, yet they act as though they lived through it all personally. Not saying one couldn’t be informed about a past they didn’t experience but we all know living through something is different from getting information about it second hand.

How exactly did BigHit create the Jikook ship when the primary reason for its popularity is the GCF Jungkook posted in November 2017? That video, which Jungkook made after a trip with Jimin to Japan, was not related to work. In fact, Jungkook explicitly stated that the trip and by extension, the GCF, was not work-related in any way. How could BigHit have created the ship when nearly every major Jikook moment came from Jungkook himself? If you were to ask any Jikooker on the street why they started shipping Jikook, you’d hear about things like the GCF, MMA 2018, the Rose Bowl, Hickeygate, etc. Not a single one would mention anything related to the company, and notice how all of these key moments were initiated by Jungkook?

This blogger also goes on to say that Jimin leans into fanservice more because he wants to please the company and the fans. I find it hard to understand how this isn’t anti behavior, especially since this blog claims it doesn’t harbor any ill feelings toward Jimin. Implying that Jimin lives his entire life to cater to fans and a corporation while disregarding the feelings of his friends is such an anti move especially because Jungkook himself describes Jimin as thoughtful and selfless. I doubt he would see Jimin this way if Jimin constantly disregarded his feelings and focused more on pleading fans and a money hungry coorperation.

The reason I mentioned that Jungkook initiates most of the interactions that Jikookers find significant is because Taekookers often argue that Jimin leans more into “fanservice” than Jungkook does and that Jungkook sometimes seems hesitant to engage due to his consideration for Taehyung. However, it doesn’t seem to me that Jungkook was particularly concerned about Taehyung when he singlehandedly kickstarted the ship with his GCF. He certainly didn’t seem worried about Taehyung during MMA 2018, or when he openly shared that his “bro” Jimin had bitten him on the neck while tipsy after a late-night drink knowing exactly how shippers would react. It doesn’t appear that he had Taehyung in mind when he revealed that he showers and sings with Jimin in the military fully aware of how fans might react to that information. By now, we have to assume that all the members are aware of what fans do, and Jungkook must know about both Jikookers and Taekookers. If he were truly concerned about Taehyung’s feelings regarding his “fanservice” with Jimin, I highly doubt he would have invited himself to shower at Jimin’s during a live, fully aware of how fans would interpret that.

This blogger seems to forget that it was thanks to Jimin that Jikookers didn’t have more moments to celebrate in chapter two of their bond. It was Jungkook who kept the ship alive during that time. If it had been up to Jungkook, we would have had many more moments to highlight. He was the one going live multiple times, talking about Jimin, watching and singing his songs. If Jimin had accepted when Jungkook invited him over for chicken and beer, we would have had a Jikook moment. If Jimin had shown up when Jungkook extended an open invite to any member to join him, we would have had a Jikook moment. If Jimin had agreed when Jungkook asked to come over, do a live, and shower at his place, we would have had countless moments to talk about for years. But alas, none of these things happened because of Jimin. Yet, somehow, he’s the one being accused of leaning more into “fanservice”?

These newer fans are incredibly fortunate to have encountered a quieter version of Jimin. If they had been around pre-2020, and witnessed how unapologetically vocal Jimin was about Jungkook, they would have disliked him (well, they dislike him now, but they wouldn’t have been able to hide it as they do now). They are lucky that they came in during a time when Jimin has become more reserved. If Jimin really wanted to cater to shippers he wouldn’t have said “no” when asked if he had eaten Jungkook’s ramen yet. He would have gone to Inkigayo just to give shippers something to talk about. He could have easily gone to Jungkook’s house anytime and taken photos, posted them, or even shared a video from when he spent the night with him before Jeju. He never lacked invitations from Jungkook; in fact, Jungkook asked him over multiple times. The only reason we didn’t see those moments was because of Jimin.

They claim Jungkook holds back because he’s concerned about Taehyung, but I didn’t see him thinking about Taehyung when he cuddled into Jimin’s lap and slapped his butt in AYS. The funniest part is, in AYS, Jungkook initiated more physical contact with Jimin than Jimin did. Nearly every time Jimin initiated anything, it was usually playful, but it was Jungkook who woke up and cuddled into Jimin, touched Jimin to look for mosquito bites, who “caressed Jimin’s smooth legs on the yacht”, who leaned on Jimin’s shoulder during the train ride. It was Jungkook who constantly talked about how much he loved the trip, describing it as the best trips of his life. Most of the significant Jikook moments from AYS were once again initiated by Jungkook, but Taekookers ignore these and magnify moments when Jungkook playfully pushes or shoves Jimin away when he’s being mischievous, claiming that it’s him setting boundaries. If he were really setting boundaries, he wouldn’t have cuddled into Jimin’s lap and slapped his ass. If he were setting boundaries, he wouldn’t have leaned on Jimin’s shoulder during the train ride. If he were really worried about Taehyung, he wouldn’t have told us that the trips with Jimin were the best trips of his life, especially after taking “private” trip with Taehyung. That’s insulting. So, I fail to see how Jimin is the one who leans more into “fanservice” when many Jikookers are still here today thanks to Jungkook.

This blogger’s concept of closeness is truly amusing and highlights their ignorance. According to them, Jimin seems closer to Taehyung simply because he called him a few times in chapter two. Wouldn’t it be nice if life were that simple and linear? Wouldn’t it be easier and less complicated if relationships were so black and white? This blogger claims that the things they’ve said themselves prove who is closer among the three, but I fail to see how Taehyung and Jungkook talking about not having deep conversations or feeling awkward with each other proves how close they are. I don’t understand how Taehyung saying that he only learned about Jikook’s trip through the group chat shows how close they are. How does Taehyung not knowing Jungkook was filming a show with Jimin demonstrate their closeness? And how does Taehyung not knowing Jimin spent the night at Jungkook’s before Jeju prove that they’re close? Mind you taekookers believe that everytime Jk was on his phone in AYS he was talking with Tae and they also believe that Taekook FaceTime a lot but my question is, what do they talk about on this numerous calls if Tae keeps finding out about Jungkook’s schedules from a group chat and not from Jungkook himself? If anything, these examples illustrate exactly how Taekook’s friendship and bond truly are.

Human relationships are fluid, multifaceted, and complex. Closeness and distance are influenced by factors like mental state, career shifts, personal growth, emotional needs, stress, and misunderstandings. It’s important to remember that a single period of time doesn’t define the entirety of a relationship, but it can reflect specific phases, changes, or circumstances that affect how people interact.

The fact that Jimin might have kept in touch more with Taehyung than with Jungkook during a particular period doesn’t necessarily mean that he feels closer to Taehyung. Let me illustrate this with an example, though this is not meant to reflect what happened in Jikook’s situation. If you have a friend and a lover, you would likely communicate more with your lover, depending on the circumstances. However, if you experience a misunderstanding, disagreement, breakup, or a period of distance with your lover, you might reduce or stop contact with them during that time but still maintain communication with your friend. Does this mean you’re closer to the friend you’re still in touch with? Of course not. It’s simply a matter of circumstances. This specific period doesn’t define your bond or who you feel closer to. This is the basic concept I’ve been trying to explain to for so long and I am honestly baffled people don’t understand this. I don’t know how everyone else does it but sometimes, when I don’t understand certain things, I put myself, my relationship and that of friends, family and acquaintances in that position to see it from a more realistic point of view because it is often so easy to view these people through a tunnel that blocks every logic out. Because these aren’t people we know personally it is very easy to watch them thinking we are watching movies or something.

Relationships and their depth are not defined by one single moment in time but by history, patterns, and consistency. And that’s something Taekook lacks. They don’t have a history that demonstrates they are or have ever been closer than Jikook at least not emotionally. There’s no consistency either. You’ll notice that Taekookers often cling to the solo era, referencing it as proof of their ship, because without that period in the 13+ years BTS has been together, they have almost nothing. There’s no evidence of Taekook knowing or hanging out with each other’s friends, little or no proof of them prioritizing time together outside of work, no evidence of them being each other’s biggest supporters, and no evidence of them seeking comfort or companionship from each other, except during fun moments. They literally have nothing else, and they know this, which is why they hold onto the solo era……it’s all they have. Taekook could come out of the military and never be seen together outside of work again, but Taekookers would still cling to that era. If you carve out that solo era period from the ship and ask taekookers to make arguments for their ship, they go back to slowed down edits, narratives about two lovers being separated and oppressed or counting moles on each others faces. Most of the arguments they have today they didn’t have before the solo era and they don’t find that straight. One of the funniest thing I ever read a taekooker on here write was that Taekook is real because they kept hanging out with each other when there was no contractual obligation. These are the same people who claim every time Jk mentioned Jimin on Lives he did it because of his contract or that he couldn’t say no to the travel show because of contracts. If Hybe could make Jungkook obey the contractual obligations to do fanservice with Jimin, couldn’t they stop takeook from hanging out? Yet they themselves send off takeook to premiers with body guards, send them off to concerts, post bangtan bombs of them on Valentine’s Day which they same tkkrs gosh about mind you. As if any of these boys ever had a contractual obligation to spend time with each other outside of work. I wonder what was said in the contract to make Jikook hang out all the times we know they did consistently for years.

This blogger claims that Jikook don’t need each other on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis, and suggests that Taekook does because they hung out during the solo era. First of all, there’s a big difference between two friends hanging out out of convenience and two people actually prioritizing each other’s company over everyone else’s. Taekookers believe Taekook prioritized each other, but that’s simply not true. Prioritization happens when circumstances don’t make it easy or you have other options but you still make the effort or choose each other. Other members were busy with their solo projects so who else was there for Jungkook to do those thrilling things with except Taehyung? Also notice how Jk was almost always tagging along with Tae and his friends and not just him and Tae together doing stuff which mean even Tae’s friends were always still more of a priority for him and Jungkook was an add on to the fun. For years, we rarely saw Taekook hang out outside of work, and we even confirmed that they didn’t spend time together during breaks, birthdays, or other significant days. We also confirmed that they grew a bit distant. So, now you think they prioritized each other just because they started hanging out when both of them had free time and mind you at a time when other didn’t? That’s not how it works. And it’s clear that wasn’t the case because as soon as they got busy with their albums, the hangouts stopped. They both still made time to frequently hang out with others, just not with each other as much. This is the simplest proof that if their schedules hadn’t aligned, we definitely wouldn’t have seen them together as much. They always talk about Jimin hanging out with Yoongi and Hobi but ofcourse. That was a given because 1: they are his close friends and 2: their schedules aligned way more than they did with other people. They were all working on their albums and were probably operating on the same wavelength as opposed to Jungkook who was on a rest and no work mode so it make sense that they kept more communication because they saw each other more so it was easier to do more stuff together. Also notice how Jimin wasn’t seen going to concerts or premieres and stuff like that with Hobi and Yoongi but occasionally had drinks with them, played games with them and talked with them on the phone. It’s really not the same things to compare.

What Taekookers have never understood about Taekook is that their dynamic is a fun and lighthearted one, primarily centered around shared activities. They click well when it comes to doing fun things they both enjoy. They have many common interests, particularly when it comes to engaging in entertaining activities. Their bond is more situational and activity-based rather than deeply emotionally intertwined. While they clearly enjoy spending time together, their interactions suggest a relationship built on fun, shared interests, and a natural ease in each other’s presence, rather than one rooted in deep personal connection or emotional dependence.

If you pay close attention, you’ll notice that Taehyung and Jungkook’s hangouts are almost always centered around specific activities or events, rather than deep emotional closeness or meaningful conversations or time spent together. This is evident from the fact that, almost every time we saw or heard about them being together in Chapter Two, they were engaged in some activity or having fun, only to part ways afterward and return to their respective homes. Even the one time we learned Jungkook was at Taehyung’s place, it wasn’t for intimate, one-on-one time, it was with some of Taehyung’s other friends, and Taehyung mentioned they were just playing games. On multiple occasions, we saw Jungkook hang out with Taehyung and then return home to start a live stream, which shows that he still craved a level of companionship that his previous outings hadn’t fully satisfied. You never just hear that they choose to be together just because….

Taehyung and Jungkook don’t have the continuous need to be together that one would expect from people who truly need each other on a daily basis, as this blogger claims. They meet, have fun, and once the purpose of the hangout is served, they go their separate ways. For instance, Taehyung didn’t feel the need to stay with Jungkook at the ski resort after enjoying the fun; he chose to leave with friends, leaving Jungkook behind. He didn’t feel any obligation to remain with him, as one would expect from a lover or a friend with a deep emotional connection.

Similarly, Jungkook didn’t feel the need to stay by Taehyung’s side after the musical and premiere, even though Taehyung apparently got drunk and fell asleep. A lover wouldn’t leave you alone in such a state, but a friend who was there just for the fun and company would leave without feeling any obligation to stay. Notice how every time you see or hear about them hanging out, it’s always centered around some fun activity and never simply because they wanted to spend time together. They don’t feel the need to stick together unless there’s something they both find fun to do.

This dynamic is very different from that of Jimin and Jungkook. I don’t need to list all the ways they differ, as I’m sure it’s already clear. Jungkook going to Jimin when lonely and bored just to sit there for hours with him doing nothing speaks volumes. Jungkook going to Jimin after a 3 day tiring concert to spend time with him, cook for him and seemingly spending the night with him just to be seen with him again the next day at a restaurant with friends shows the difference. We all know that these guys lived very busy, tedious and fast paced lives where they barely got a chance to spend any alone time together except at night as they were usually together as a group. So in cases like this, one would expect that the two people who are closest and possibly in a romantic relationship will prioritize those alone times together since they always had dozens of staff and cameras shoved in their faces all day with little to no privacy and we saw that the two people who actually did this were Jimin and Jungkook not Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook himself coined “all nighter friends” name with Jimin which spoke a lot about how much they spent their nights and quieter moments together.

Taekook share a laid-back, fun, and comfortable dynamic, which often gives Taekookers the impression that they are much closer than they actually are. A prime example would be Taekook at the Harry Styles concert. Anyone watching them together that night would assume they were the best of friends, which in a way they are. However, what people wouldn’t know is that at that very moment, Taehyung didn’t even know Jungkook’s hotel room number. What’s more telling is that, behind the scenes, whenever Jungkook felt the need for company, he repeatedly sought out Jimin, not the one he was seen comfortably hanging out with at the concert.

These moments reveal the complexity of human relationships and how different people fulfill different needs for us. The person you turn to for fun, thrill, and adventure isn’t necessarily the one you seek when your emotional needs arise. And if we go by what Jungkook has said over the years, it’s clear who he shares a deeper emotional connection with and who he has a more laid-back, fun, but less emotionally deep connection with.

I also find it frustrating the way Taekookers have elevated the Hawaii trip into something it wasn’t. That wasn’t Jungkook traveling to fulfill some emotional need for Taehyung. It was Jungkook traveling after receiving an invite to have fun with his friend…the one he clicks with perfectly when it comes to things like this. They were on the same wavelength at the time, enjoying each other’s company in their free time. Emphasis on FREE TIME. They always have fun together, and they share common interests. I’m sure Taekook would turn to each other for fun, thrill, and adventure, but I can bet my bottom dollar that they wouldn’t turn to each other for the deeper emotional stuff. They really never have, and history has proven this.

They didn’t prioritize spending time with each other over anyone else in the solo era. It was simply convenient for them to do so, and so they did. They both had the time to hang out, and they took it. But when we talk about true prioritization, we’re talking about Jimin flying all the way from Paris to spend one day with Jungkook, then heading back to Hawaii the next day. We’re talking about Jungkook choosing to use his limited break to take Jimin to Japan…something Jimin has always wanted. We’re talking about Jungkook, knowing full well that other members were available, yet choosing to spend his quiet peaceful time with Jimin every day, prioritizing him over anyone else. That’s prioritization…not Jungkook flying to Hawaii when he had time and money to have fun with Taehyung. This is something he could have done with any other friend if he had the time or money. Do you think if Mingyu or Eunwoo call Jungkook to join them somewhere fun in ant part of the world Jungkook has access to while he has the time and money he wouldn’t go? He will definitely go. Tae didn’t call Jungkook because he missed him in the way taekookers think. He might have missed his company and known that that is something they both would really enjoy doing since they relate like that and called him but it was definitely not because he missed his boyfriend. If that was the case, his “boyfriend” wouldn’t only have found out at the moment that be was in Hawaii.

Prioritization again comes in when Taehyung gets on planes to support his wooga, or his wooga putting everything else aside to spend time with him before his enlistment, or when he ensures he doesn’t miss important days for them. He never really prioritizes seeing Jungkook on his birthdays, and vice versa. He didn’t care to see Jungkook even for a single day during their 2019 break, choosing to travel with his friends instead even when Jungkook had a birthday yet we had Jimin flying all the way from Paris to see Jungkook for a few hours and head back yet, Taekookers claim they prioritize each other in that way? They don’t.

Two friends meeting up and hanging out when they have the time doesn’t equate to prioritizing each other, nor does it signify deep emotional connection or bond. Yes, they must like and care about each other to hang out multiple times, which we know Taekook do, but if their schedules had been less aligned, they wouldn’t have cared as much, and it wouldn’t have bothered them.

Unlike Taekook, Jimin and Jungkook have a long history of prioritizing each other, keeping constant communication, and staying fully aware of what the other is doing. A few months in a 13+ year friendship doesn’t change that. Real closeness isn’t about how many hangouts or fun activities two people can have, or how many cute pictures they take together, or where they sit during meals. True closeness and a deep emotional bond are about who you want to be with even when there’s nothing to do, who you turn to when you’re going through emotional moments, and who you think of watching when you can’t sleep at 4 a.m. These are subtle things, but they speak volumes.

Closeness is relative, and we can be close to people in different ways. There are ways Jungkook is closer to Taehyung than Jimin, and vice versa, but based on everything Jungkook has said over the years, and how we’ve seen them interact, it’s clear that his emotional connection with Jimin is and has always been much deeper. I guess it’s up for debate who you think he’s closer to. If you think a dynamic based on fun activities, camaraderie and ease is closer than one built on emotional depth and closeness, then I suppose you’d think Taekook are closer.

PS: AYS is still a very sore topic for taekookers. They claim AYS proved enough but if AYS really confirmed that Taekook is real and Jikook isn’t, why do they detest the show so much?

[atleastpleasetelephone]

NYMPHO ELVIS.

A/N: Hilariously, according to the dictionary nymphomania only refers to excessive sexual desire in a woman. That seems kinda sexist to me, since it suggests any about of sexual desire in a man is perfectly normal. So I'm disregarding the dictionary 🤣

Also, someone else asked me for nympho BDE (all in caps, I wonder if you are the same anon?) and I'm not going to write both I'm afraid. I think BDE would be too tired to be sex-obsessed, he'd rather curl up in his jammies.

One more time

Pairing: 1969!Elvis x reader

Word count: 714

TWs: Overstimulation, praise kink, reader has been/is crying, general smut, Elvis refers to himself as Daddy. Also Elvis is sex-obsessed, if that wasn't already clear.

“C’mon baby, jus’ one more,” Elvis pleads, his head still between your legs. 

You’re sweating, moaning, exhausted on the bed. “I c-can’t El… I’m… oh…” 

You’re not making sense anymore, either. He’s trying to coax a fourth orgasm out of you but your body is wrecked. Your pussy is puffy and sore and every time he touches you now the combination of pleasure and overstimulation threatens to cut your brain completely free of its moorings. 

“Yes ya can. C’mon. You’re my good girl.”

Whining, you twist your body away from him but he’s not having it, pressing your belly down firmly with one big hand whilst he abuses your clit with the other. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. He’s like a vampire, desperate to feed on your pleasure. He’s already cum twice and he can feel himself getting hard again just watching you like this. He’s smeared your lipstick across your face with his sloppy kisses, your hair is a mess and your mascara is running down your cheeks with the tears that slide down them. 

“‘S too much, El. Please.”

He can’t help it. He just wants you too much, all the time. He starts to wonder about pushing his half-hard dick inside you again when he hears your breath hitch and looks at your face to see your eyes widening in surprise. 

“Oh, God!” You exclaim, as another orgasm hits you. You didn’t think it was possible, but he is determined. 

His mouth curls into a grin. “I told ya you could, baby.”

Lying down beside you, he cups your cheek gently in his hand. “Good girl. Now let’s have one more for Daddy.”

Your surprised eyes are back as he takes your hand and wraps it around his dick. It hardens a little more in your firm grip, but you’re not sure you can make him cum again. You thought men only came once and then fell asleep. But Elvis is clearly different. 

As you move your hand on him, gathering pace, it’s his turn to feel the complicated interaction of pleasure and pain, overstimulation and soreness threatening to override any kind of pleasant feelings now. But he wants it. He wants another. He’s sure he can do it. 

“El, you want me to stop?” You ask after several minutes. He’s still half-hard and his breathing is irregular, but he doesn’t seem any closer than he did before. 

His eyes had been squeezed shut in concentration, trying desperately to will another orgasm out of himself, but now they spring open again and stare at you. 

“If I wanted ya ta stop honey, I’d say.” He takes your other hand and moves it to his balls. “Here. Squeeze.”

You do as you’re told, squeezing as you carry on jerking him, watching his face contort with a mixture of pleasure and something else entirely. Being with Elvis is exhausting. He wants you all the time. It’s gratifying and exciting, but sometimes you’re sore and you want to just cuddle. He never shows any signs of wanting to rest, and you’re sure that he’s with other girls too. You can’t quite understand how one man can have such an insane libido. 

“Shit,” he mutters, his hand wrapping around yours to help you squeeze his shaft more tightly and move on him more quickly. “Yes… yes… ohhhh… keep goin’ honey, Daddy’s almost there.”

There’s not much chance of you stopping, since he’s got such a strong grip on your hand, but you nod and take the opportunity to press lazy kisses to his skin as his moans get more insistent. 

“Oh yeah… that’s it honey…” 

He lets go of your hand as a tiny amount of cum leaks out of the head, flopping back on the bed in exhaustion. Until a few seconds ago it seemed like he’d been contracting every single muscle in his body as he tried with all his might to orgasm again. It’s a relief to stop, though the feeling of ecstasy is so addicting. 

You curl your body around his, and kiss his shoulder. 

“Feel good, Daddy?” You ask, sweetly. 

He smiles back at you sleepily. “Real good honey.” You relax, thinking about sleeping soon, and then you hear him speak again. “For now…”

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[solavellan--hell]

Something about Veilguard Solavellan that has been occupying my brain recently is the Inquisitor telling Rook that Solas may have purposefully left breadcrumbs for her to follow and stop him.

In case you have not seen it (it requires picking the emotional dialogue option), here is the full dialogue:

(Obviously spoilers for that interaction)

Inquisitor: He let me fall in love with him and then told me we couldn’t. Then, he told me not to follow while leaving me just enough clues to find him.

Rook: Hold on. You think he wanted you to stop him?

Inquisitor: His name is Solas. It means “Pride”. Perhaps he couldn’t change his mind himself, and hoped that someone else could help him. Or maybe I’m the prideful one, imagining his broken heart so that I never have to face my folly.

I actually really like this as a concept. But I feel like it was not actually implemented and it is a missed opportunity.

Yes, the main evidence for this would be Solas appearing as a wolf in Lavellan’s dreams. But that is not really a clue. I think it would have been so much more impactful to see mentions of Solas leaving actual clues for Lavellan to follow during the years she was after him, referencing their relationship or knowledge of each other, so that only she would pick them up. Telling her, once again, that his feelings would never change. Asking her, “if you really think there is another way, if you think I am worth your redemption, please come find me.”

Solas might seem so single-minded in trying to tear down the veil in Veilguard, that his internal conflict can be extremely easy to miss until the ending. That is because he fully operates within the persona of the Dread Wolf. He knows he cannot afford to show weakness this time around. But we know that his duty fueled by regret and responsibility conflicts his own wants by the end of Inquisition.

We know this from the non-romanced high approval redemption ending in Trespasser. In response to “You do not need to destroy this world. I will prove it to you” he says, “I would treasure the chance to be wrong again, my friend”. And he genuinely means it.

So, do I think it is possible he wanted Lavellan to find him and at least try to change his mind? Perhaps. Maybe his letter to her was a replacement of what he planned to say to her before the first ritual attempt. Maybe he wrote it just before the ritual, because he realized she would not be coming for him.

It’s a fun idea to explore, but they could have expanded on it better if they wanted it to be solid. Maybe they left it purposefully vague for players to decide whether they wanted it to be a thing or not, but still. A few more debatable points of potential evidence would have been nice, so that if you wanted it to be a thing you would have something to base it on.

[lucy---lou]

Part 12 Lucys-hdg-story

"Ice cream, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM!"

I hold my ears shut.

"sssshhhh Ellie I know you're excited but you're stressing Lucy"

"Sooorryyyy", I get hugged,"I really am sorry. I want you to like me"

"It's alright I'm just sensitive"

*gasp*"there, there it is", Ellie is bouncing but keeping her voice quiet.

"thanks"

We arrive at the ice cream parlor. There are just too many to choose from and they all have silly names.

"Hey there, what would you like", the floret behind the counter asks.

"Ehm - I'll have a 'I'massweetasthisicecream' please", I say with a blush. Couldn't they just call it sweet strawberry.

"Sorry I couldn't understand you, could you repeat it?"

A vine is placed next to me and I grab onto it, feeling a little more secure.

"Iee-I would like a I'll have a 'I'm as sweet as this ice cream' please"

I stare at the ground out of embarrassment. We wait for Ellie to choose and we wait and wait.

"She'll have a 'Mistress I don't know what I want' and some iced mineral water for me please"

Ellie pouts at Miss Duralis.

"Sure thing coming up, have a seat!", the floret at the counter chirps.

Ellie and I are picked up and I let out a small eep and are both placed at the table meant for floret and their owners.

"Sorry Ellie, but if we'd have waited any longer I think all the ice cream on the Helichrysum would have melted"

"Owww ok", Ellie pouts.

I let a small giggle out

"What's so funny", Ellie gives me a stare and I now start laughing.

"Do you really think the conquerors of space would let all the ice cream melt"

"Hmm no, but Mistress said so"

"I think she just wanted me to feel better. I was quite scared. Whatever she choose for you will be great"

"Yeah", she beams,"and there it is"

Two plates of way to much ice cream and a jug of mineral water is placed in front of us.

"Enjoy it"

Miss Duralis thanks the floret and she pets him and scruffles his hair. I feel jealous, but push that aside there is ice cream in front of me. I dig in.

"mmmmmmhhhhhhhh", I let out a moan.

I look over at Ellie and can berly contain my self. Her face I completely full of ice cream even in places I wonder how she got it there. I look at miss Duralis with a you seeing this look. She smiles at me and starts cleaning Ellie.

"Told you she gets too excited, that's why we don't have ice cream that often"

"I see that", I smile and happily continue eating.

Suddenly I can hear loud cheering and clapping.

<dirt>

I force my eyes shut, hold my ears with my hands and curl up. I let out a tiny displeasured queak.

I feel vines slowly creep up my body and I let them. They move up to my hands and force themselfs between my hands and head. Suddenly everything goes quiet. I take a deep breath.

"Is this better petal?", I can hear Miss Duralis clearly but nothing else. I nod.

"Would you like to go back to our hab"

I feel my eyes starting to tear up and I do a tiny nod.

"Alright petal, I'll tell Ellie"

We get picked up and I feel Miss Duralis give me a tight hug. I'm scared. The vines still allow me to move, so I turn to Ellie and hug her. I start to cry again. Time seems to fly by. Soon we're back at the hab and all three on the couch again.

"Sorry", I let out along with a long sigh.

"For what kitten?"

"For ruining everything like I always do", if I hadn't cried all the way here. I would definitely had now.

"Oh kitten, it wasn't your fault, you were just overwhelmed"

"But I alw-mpff"

"No back talking kitten, otherwise I'll have to give you something. "

"But my stupid brain" prick "meeeooowww"

"meow mieeoww mreoww", what the fuck!why can't I talk.

"MEEOOWR!"

"Can we always have her like that. She's so cute. I think I'm going to die", Ellie hugs me after finishing her adoration.

I just pout at her.

"meowrr"

"You can have fun with her on Class-Ws later first I need to settle some things", Miss Duralis seems angry?

"Look at me kitten"

Before I can even react she forces me. I try to look away.

"No little kitten, look into my eyes"

I stare at her and fall into her swerling beautiful colourful shining eyes. Everything else starts to fall away. Even if I wanted to I couldn't look away, they're just to beautiful.

"Good kitten, now drop for me"

I feel my self shut down nothing exists anymore just Miss Duralis and that's fine. I can feel her everywhere.

"Good girl"

A shiver goes down my spine.

"Now listen close"

"It's not your fault"

"You are under my care, it's my responsibility to take care of you"

Something changes. Everything feels more intense.

"You are safe"

I am safe

"You don't have to worry"

I don't have to worry

"It is not your fault"

It is not my fault

"Now come back to me kitten"

*snap*

Slowly all my senses come back to me. It feels like I was hit by an asteroid. I look at them with pleading eyes

"Meeow?", great still can't talk.

"Yes kitten, is everything alright"

I boop my head with my paws no my hands and make a hurt noise.

"Does your head hurt?"

"mmeow", I nod. I feel a prick

"That should be better now"

"Mriouw", I nod, but not just my headache is gone everything feels better.

"You can play with her now", Miss Duralis smiles.

"Yayy"

I get hugged with quite the force.

"Whatever she did to you, it's for your best"

"mrew"

Doesn't matter everything feels great and I'm safe.

"So, so ,soooo cute, sorry I have to do this. I can't hold back any longer"

SHE KISSES MY LIPS!

"meemmmeowmwmwmwm", I moan

My cheeks flush as bright pink as physically possible. She pulls away and I look at her pleading and also panting.

"Oh my stars, I needed this"

I paw at her.

"Awww, don't be sad I'll continue"

And I get kissed again and again and again. My whole body is being petted, stroked and kissed. Time seems to stop ticking in heaven. Slowly the kissing grows slower, the petting lighter. We hug each other tightly. Everything grows even slower and heavier. We drift of into blissfull sleep and of course holding each other .

-Wow that was so much fun to write and now I also have butterflies in my stomach. Also I just noticed Ellie reminds me alot of Fluffle Puff

[sequinsmile-x]

You’ll Always Be a Flower on My Skin

It was a sadness that came around every year, something that he’d outrun for months and months until it caught up with him, stealing the breath from his lungs as it out-lapped him. He’d insist he was fine, as if she didn’t know him better than she knew herself and couldn’t see through his sad smile. 

As if she didn’t know it was Haley’s birthday. 

-x-

Hi besties,

I have no idea where this came from. I wanted to write sad Aaron and here we are 4k words later!!

I hope you like this, and as always please let me know what you think - comments feed the little elves in my brain that come up with insane fic ideas.

-x-

Words: 4k

Warnings: Pregnancy, grief

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron wasn’t sleeping. 

He was trying to hide it from her, but Emily knew. She’d get up in the middle of the night to pee, far too full of baby these days to make it through the night without needing to, and his side of the bed would be empty, the sheets cool to the touch, and she didn’t have to go and find him to know he would be in their home office. 

The first night, she’d sought him out. Had shuffled, definitely not waddled, to check on him, her hand pressed against her belly, their daughter rolling under her skin as she snuck past Jack and Lucas’s rooms, to find her husband. He’d gently admonished her the moment she stuck her head around the office door, his eyes wide as he immediately got up from his chair and ushered her back to bed, reminding her - as if she wasn’t the heavily pregnant one - that she needed to rest in the last couple of weeks before the baby was born. She’d fallen asleep again almost immediately, his fingers running through her hair as he laid one hand on her bump, and she was furious at herself the next morning when she woke up and he looked exhausted. 

Ever since then, in the almost week that had passed, she would wake up alone in the middle of the night. He’d always be there when she fell asleep, and he would be in the morning, his eyes tired and his smile sad as he told her he’d get her the one cup of coffee she was allowed a day. 

It was a sadness that came around every year, something that he’d outrun for months and months until it caught up with him, stealing the breath from his lungs as it out-lapped him. He’d insist he was fine, as if she didn’t know him better than she knew herself and couldn’t see through his sad smile. 

As if she didn’t know it was Haley’s birthday. 

They give Jack the option to not go to soccer camp, but he insists on going. It was his favourite summer activity. He loved spending the day with his friends learning about his favourite sport before coming home to spend the evening with his family. Emily was pleased he wanted to go, and all he asks is if they could go to Haley’s grave when he got home that evening to put down the card he’d written for her.  Emily and Aaron say of course, and then it’s like any morning in their home. Jack giggles, a sound that makes Emily ache on today of all days, as he watches Lucas eat his breakfast, more jam on the 3-year-old’s face and hands than he actually manages to eat. Aaron takes Jack to camp and kisses Emily as he leaves, promising that he’ll make sure the camp supervisor knows the importance of the day, his smile sad until she grabs his hand and presses it against her belly, a flicker of him, of her Aaron, flashing across his face when their little girl kicks. 

She blows out a slow breath as the front door closes, leaving her and Lucas alone in the house for the day. She frowns as she feels a tightening in her belly, and she groans as she places her hands on her lower back, shifting side to side as the pain rolls through her. She’d been having practice contractions for a couple of weeks now, and they somehow always managed to take her by surprise, the randomness of them allowing them to sneak up on her. 

“Mama okay?” 

She smiles as the contraction passes and looks over at Lucas, chuckling at the bright red jam spread across his cheeks and somehow in his hair. She walks over and kisses the top of his head before she lifts him out of the highchair, unable to cover a groan as she does so. 

“Mama’s okay, sweet boy,” she says, laughing when he kisses her cheek, leaving jam behind on her skin, “Thank you, Lukey,” she adjusts her hold on him, making sure he’s comfortable on her bump, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” 

The morning passes quickly, lost in a flurry of activities to keep Lucas entertained, and practice contractions that she barely has time to focus on. She texts Aaron to ask if he wants them to come to meet him for lunch, and he replies so quickly with a yes it makes her ache, his desperation to see his family enough to let her know how much he is struggling. Lucas is delighted at the idea of seeing his father, and she loads him into the car, smiling at the sight of the baby’s car seat next to his that Aaron had put in the car just a few days ago. 

When they make it to Quantico, she ushers Lucas past the security desk, exchanging smiles with the guards she’d known for years, and she lets him press the button in the elevator.

“Want Mommy to carry you, baby?” She asks, pushing her fingers through his dark hair and he shakes his head, his brow furrowing in a way that makes him look exactly like Aaron. 

“She’s the baby,” he says, pointing at her belly, “I’m a big boy.”

She presses her lips together to stop herself from laughing and she nods, running her fingers through his hair again. She was looking forward to meeting her daughter, but it was strange to get her head around the fact Lucas would soon enough no longer be her youngest, that she’d have to split her focus between Jack and Lucas and the little girl kicking her in the ribs. 

“Sorry, you’re right,” she replies, smiling when the doors open and she waits for him to leave the elevator first, “Let’s go find Daddy.” 

She walks in pace with Lucas and smiles widely when the team notices them, all of them except Aaron gathered around JJ’s desk as they debated what to get for dinner. 

“Look, it’s Mini Hotch and Princess,” Derek says, his smile getting wider as Emily rolls her eyes at his nickname for her son. He leans down and offers his hand to Lucas for a high five, his smile getting wider as the toddler hits his hand against his as he makes a big deal of the little boy’s strength, “What are you two doing here?”

“Wanna see Daddy,” Lucas says, and Emily ruffles his hair as she looks up at her friend. 

“We’re going for lunch with Aaron,” she explains and her friends nod. 

“Maybe you can cheer him up,” Dave jokes, “He’s been in a terrible mood all day.” 

She immediately feels protectiveness for her husband roll through her when the rest of them hum in agreement, anger moving in tandem with her little girl, and she has to remind herself that they won’t know what day it is. They won’t know it’s Haley’s birthday because Aaron always did his best to make it something that was just for their family. A private, strange kind of grief that didn’t seem to fade as time went on. If anything, it grew with them, was somehow bigger every time it rolled around, a stark reminder that as they got older, Haley didn’t. She was forever frozen in time in the home she had once shared with Aaron and Jack. 

JJ must hear the sharp intake of breath that Emily sucks in, and she stands up, rolling her seat back, offering it out for Emily to sit down and she nods gratefully, “Thanks.” 

“Don’t worry,” JJ says, winking at her, “I remember the point you’re at. Everything’s exhausting.” 

She chuckles, groaning as she sits down, her hands on top of her bump as she tries to get comfortable, grateful that the conversation has moved on without any digging from their friends about her husband’s mood, “I don’t remember the last time I slept through the night.” 

“Speaking of, aren’t you supposed to be on maternity leave?” Dave asks and she hums as she looks over at him and nods her head towards Lucas who was trying to help himself to the candy in Derek’s desk drawer. 

“It’s less relaxing this time around for some reason,” she quips, and she hears Aaron’s office door open, the squeak to the handle a sound she’d recognise anywhere, and she sees Lucas look up too, his smile wide as he abandons Derek in a second. 

“Daddy!” He says, stopping in place as he turns to look at Emily, looking for permission to seek his father out, and she nods. 

“It’s okay, go to Daddy,” she says, and she keeps an eye on him until he makes it to Aaron just as he makes it to the bottom of the stairs. She smiles softly as she watches her husband smile as he picks up their little boy. She hears Derek comment that it’s the first time Aaron has smiled all day, something that’s followed by a laugh from Dave, and she turns to look at them, her arms crossed over the top of her bump. “You’d better not be making fun of my husband.” 

“You make fun of him all the time. How come you’re allowed to but we’re not?” Derek asks, his smile turning into a challenging smirk, and she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Because I’ve grown two of his children with my body,” she quips, “The second you can do that, you can make fun of him.” She looks over and watches as Aaron walks over, Lucas on his hip, matching smiles on their faces that never failed to make her smile too. She feels a tightening in her belly again, and she winces and rubs her bump, waving off Aaron’s immediate concern as he makes it to her side, one of his hands on her shoulder, “I’m fine,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “Baby Girl Hotchner is just letting me know she’s as ready for her to come out as I am.” 

“You’re really not going to give us a hint on the name?” Derek asks, cutting off Aaron’s attempt to check on her, and she shakes her head and relaxes as the contraction passes.

“No, because where would the fun be in telling you when you want to know so badly,” she looks up at her husband, “Are you ready to go?” 

He nods and offers her a hand to help her up, providing her his strength as she stands up and she squeezes his hand once she’s on her feet, linking their fingers together as she tries to give him her strength too, hoping that somehow, the simple press of her palm against his will remind him of just how much he’s loved.

___

By the time the boys are in bed, it feels like it’s been a long day. 

Aaron sighs as he sits on the couch, his head in his hands before he sits back, his eyes closed as he sucks in a breath, desperately hoping the smell of home would comfort him. 

He’d known Haley for longer than he hadn’t. He’d celebrated her birthday with her for longer than he hadn’t. Even after the divorce he’d marked the occasion. Had taken a tiny Jack to buy a card and a gift he knew Haley would love, his knowledge of her something he could only channel through their son. It was the same thing he now did with the love he had for her. He made sure Jack knew he’d come from love, that despite the fact his mother was gone and she and Aaron hadn’t been together anymore, that hadn’t taken away from the love that had created their family. 

Usually, he could go weeks, months even, these days without feeling the weight of the guilt he carried for Haley’s death. Then an anniversary would come around -  a date that marked her death, their wedding anniversary, her birthday - and it would feel like he was right back at the start. Pulled under by grief he thought he’d learnt to swim in, the waves of it overpowering him until he felt like he was barely hanging on. 

In his worst moments, he was jealous of Jack’s ability to function. He was sad, his smile never quite reaching his eyes on days like this, but he was able to carry on. His mother’s absence a part of his life he’d lived with for longer than he’d had her, something he was so used to that it allowed him to speak of it candidly. His innocence somehow still intact as he’d explain to a stranger that Emily was his mom now, but that his first mom was in heaven. 

Aaron knew his son’s memories of Haley were hazy, that most of what he knew now was because of stories he and Jessica would tell him. Even Emily would tell him stories, would tell him all about the time she’d spent with Haley in the time she knew her. Jack was so young when it happened, only a little older than Lucas was now, and it would make Aaron freeze at times. Would make him choke on preemptive grief as he thought about Lucas or his little girl who was still safely in Emily’s belly living without their mother like his eldest had learnt how to. It’s a thought Aaron can’t escape. A thought that tormented him in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the sound of Emily’s breathing a white noise he tried to cling on to as he tried, and failed, to rest. He’d get out of bed and sneak into the boy's rooms to watch them sleep for a little while before he went to his office, telling himself that he’d get some work done when he knew he’d just sit at his desk and go over and over everything he could have done to save the woman he’d loved since he was a teenager. 

“I have a feeling we will have a toddler in our bed by morning,” Emily says as she walks into the living room, her smile tired as she walks towards him.

He smiles and stands up, one hand in hers and the other around her shoulders as he helps her sit down, “Did he go down okay?” 

She nods and tugs him to sit back down with her, “He kept pretending he wasn’t tired but he fell asleep halfway through Goodnight Moon,” she places her hand on her bump, rubbing a circle over where their daughter is moving, “I checked in on Jack on my way past his room, he’s reading his book.” 

Aaron nods, his lips pressed together tightly as he clears his throat, “He seemed okay?” 

She hums and runs her fingers through his hair, offering him comfort in the same way he’d watched her do with their sons countless times, “He’s okay. He asked me how you’re doing.” 

He sighs, shaking his head at himself as he clenches his jaw, “I didn’t do a very good job of hiding it, huh?” 

She cups his cheek and makes him look up at her, “Give yourself a break, he’s a smart kid. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing that he knows it’s okay for days like today to be hard.” 

He nods and clears his throat, “Yeah.” 

They drift into silence and she watches him carefully before she reaches out and squeezes his hand, “Usually I’d offer to be the big spoon in bed tonight,” she says, her smile soft when he looks at her again, “But I think there’s far too much baby in the way for that to work.” 

He chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever loved her more as she makes him laugh on a truly impossible day, “I’d settle for a hug. If that’s okay.”

She rolls her eyes at him and encourages him closer, tugs him towards her until his head is on her chest and she wraps her arms around him, his cheek against her collarbone, the place where he always felt the most at home, “You never have to ask.”

He’s unsure how long they sit like that, how long he lets himself be soothed by the sound of her heart, how it seems to beat in tandem with his, but he loses himself in her just like he always did. Drawn in by her smile and her love, the way she fiercely looks after him and their children. He feels, more than hears, the groan she suppresses against the top of his head. He feels her belly harden against him, their little girl pressed between the two of them, and he pulls back, his eyebrows knitting together as he looks at his wife. 

“Em…are you having contractions?” 

She shakes her head, even though they both know she’s lying, “Just Braxton Hicks,” she says, not sounding overly sure she believes that herself, “It’s fine.” 

“How frequent are they?” He asks, his hand on her belly as he feels the contraction pass as the tension seeps out of her body. 

“Uh, on and off all day?” She replies, scrunching her nose up, “Mostly on since we left the cemetery.” 

His eyes go wide, and any sadness he’d felt all day pushed down so he can look after his wife, “Em, why didn’t you say anything? We need to go to the hospital-”

“No,” she insists, “It’s fine. This isn’t labour. I would know. I’ve done it before,” she says, a smile fixed on her face that she usually kept aside for her mother, and any response he’s trying to cook up is gone the moment she groans again, her face screwed up in disgust, “Fuck.” 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, cupping her cheek and making her look at him as she stares down at her bump. 

“I’m in labour. My waters just broke.” 

He looks down at her lap, as if he’d see anything through her black leggings or on their dark grey couch, and then back up at her, “Are you sure?” 

She rolls her eyes at him like she wasn’t just the one who was insisting she wasn’t in labour, “Well, it’s either that or I’ve just peed on the couch.”

He stares at her for a beat, and she stares back and then he springs into action, standing up as he grabs his phone from the coffee table, “I’ll call Jess to come to stay with the boys.” 

___

When the doctor tells her she’s already 5cm dilated when they arrive, she realises just how strong her denial has been. 

She’d sat on a bench in the cemetery and tried to breathe through the pain, Lucas pressed up against her side as Jack and Aaron knelt at Haley’s grave, softly speaking to her as they laid cards and flowers in front of her headstone. The contractions Emily had been wilfully ignoring all day were suddenly in an undeniable pattern, but she didn’t say anything to Aaron when he asked if she was okay, too focused on the tears shining in his eyes to tell him that she was in labour. 

When she had Lucas, her labour lasted for over a day. She’d expected the same this time, had thought she’d have time so she didn’t have to give birth on her husband’s dead ex-wife’s birthday, so she kept it to herself. Clenched her teeth through the contractions she knew were going to get worse as they had dinner as a family. She knew on any other day Aaron would notice sooner than he had, but he was distracted by his and Jack’s grief. 

She thought she’d have time, that she’d make it to at least midnight until she had to tell him, but it seems her little girl had other plans, keen to enter the world as soon as possible. 

Poppy Hotchner is born at 10.59 pm, and she comes into the world screaming, furious at the world until she’s put on her mother’s chest, finding solace in the same place Aaron had just a few hours earlier. By the time both Emily and Poppy have been checked over by the doctor and the three of them are left alone it’s close to midnight. 

“I can’t believe she’s here.” Emily says, tearing her eyes away from Poppy just for a moment to look at her husband, “She’s beautiful,” 

“Of course she is,” he says, leaning in to kiss Emily’s temple, “She came from you.” He looks at Poppy and smiles, reaching out to run his knuckles down her cheek, “You surprised us, sweetpea. You weren’t supposed to come until next week,” he smiles softly, “You just wanted to join the fun, huh?” 

“As the person who just pushed her out, I’ve got to say you and I have a very different idea of what is fun, honey,” Emily quips, lifting Poppy to kiss her head, taking in a moment to breathe in her sweet smell, “This isn’t how I thought today was going to end when I woke up this morning.”

“Me neither,” he chuckles and nods, swallowing thickly when he thinks of the sorrow that the day had started with in comparison to the joy of how it had ended. It was strange, a much needed reminder that sadness and happiness could co-exist. 

“I…I didn’t want her to be born today,” she admits, her cheeks burning pink with embarrassment because of how stupid it feels now she has her daughter in her arms, “I know today is hard for you. I didn’t want to make it harder.” 

The guilt is immediate as it washes over him, the froth of it catching in his lungs as his chest stutters, “Oh sweetheart,” he says, resting his forehead against hers, “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to worry about that.”

“I’m your wife,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “worrying about you is part of the gig.” 

He hums and runs his thumb back and forth over Poppy’s head, tracing the swirl of her dark hair. He thinks of another life where Haley lived and would be one of the many people desperate to meet Poppy. He imagines the way she’d smile at having to share her birthday, how she’d tell Poppy she was happy to share the limelight with her. He wasn’t sure if he believed in much. He didn’t know with any certainty that there was life after death, that anyone was watching over them with soft smiles and kind eyes, but he did believe in love. It had saved him more than once, had brought him back from the abyss, so he knew that in some way, somehow, Haley would love his family because she would always be a part of it. 

“I think she’d get a kick out of this.” 

Emily looks at him, her face so close to his that her nose skims across his cheek, “Haley?”

“Yeah,” he says, tearing his gaze away from the newborn, “I think in some strange way it’s her way of telling me to not be sad on her birthday anymore.” 

Emily hums thoughtfully and rests her forehead against his temple, “I have an idea for a middle name for her.”

They’d settled on Poppy the moment they knew they were having a girl, a name they both loved that referenced the size she’d been when they first found out she existed. Aaron had called her his little poppy seed ever since, and it had stuck. The middle name had been harder. Emily didn’t want to pass on Elizabeth, to give her daughter the name she shared with her own mother, and even when Poppy had been placed on her chest she still didn’t have a solid idea. Then it had come to her, as if it floated in on the air, caught in amongst the love the room was stuffed full of, brought in on the small breeze of grief that curled around them, a reminder of just how precious life is that she wanted to make sure she never forgot. 

“Yeah?” 

She pulls back to look at him, “I thought we could use Brook,” she says, her confidence fading as his expression softens, a flash of the sadness he’d been plagued with for weeks, “We don’t have to-”

“No,” he says, his smile shaking as he pulls her in for a kiss and then rests his temple on top of her head, both of them looking at their little girl, “It’s perfect.” 

[collapsedglasshouses]

TANGLED THREADS [Noah Sebastian x fem!reader, Nick Ruffilo x fem!reader]

COLLEGE!AU

CHAPTER TWO: TAKING THE LEAD SUMMARY: Nick knows. And he won’t let it slide. PAIRING: Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader; mentions of Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI, 18+ [unprotected p in v, degradation, rough sex, …], no mentions of reader’s name, angst, reader is toxic, toxic dynamics, nick is a meanie but he kinda is right, mentions of nick and reader thinking about noah during intercourse, swearing, its not entirely proofread (ill do it eventually, pinky promise …) WORD COUNT: 2.2K A/N:Holy hell. My brain hurts after writing this. Nick finally made a proper appearance!!! I don’t even know what to say. There is one part left, but don’t ask me when it will come out. Hope you enjoy! Bye bye. READ PART ONE HERE.

You knew it was stupid. You knew you were incredibly stupid for doing what you were doing these past few weeks. You were so deep in this tragedy that the thought of calling your mom had slipped your mind for a reasonable amount of time, but you quickly realized that you were not quite ready to tell your mom that you had slept with two guys in the span of four weeks who, to make matters worse, were also best friends.

You wanted nothing more than to leave what had happened behind you, but for some reason you kept coming back to that one particular moment. Your thoughts revolved around that one night that changed everything. Nick had called you that night to catch up on your day, and you had asked him outright if he was in love with you. You wanted to be the bigger person, wanted to show Noah that you were really just casual with Nick, but when he did not answer right away, you felt something crack inside of you. You liked Nick. Maybe a little too much for your own good.

On the other hand, you really didn't know where to put Noah. You had noticed the way he looked at you before something had even happened between you. You saw how he always seemed a little too close to be just friendly with you. You had noticed the way he looked at you when you were with Nick, and somehow you understood how he felt.

It must have felt similar to the first time you saw him and Nick in that bar. They felt like this unbreakable team. Like a duo that really cared and loved each other no matter what. You had sworn to yourself that you would not try to challenge their bond, but when Nick kissed you just a few days later, you knew it was too late. You were already far more invested than you should have been.

You liked to think of yourself as rational and collected, but you really couldn’t understand the actions you had participated in, these past few weeks. You had sworn to keep your distance, even skipping classes to avoid Noah, but somehow he kept slipping right back into your life. Or literally… into you.

Not once had the two of you talked about Nick as if his name was a curse. But you soon realized that you were stupid to think that Nick would just let it go.

The air in your room was tense as Nick stormed in angrily. There had been weeks of silence and tension since your breakup, but this night would be different.

You sat on the bed, your legs crossed and your eyes fixed on the papers you had to finish soon. You knew exactly why he was here, but you weren't quite ready to face it.

"Please tell me you're joking." Nick hissed, his eyes glittering with anger.

"What?" You asked, your eyes still glued to the screen. Then he threw something at you. You jumped at the impact before examining the piece of cloth. A small piece of black lace with a little heart on the waistband. It was your panties. You vividly remembered the last time you had worn them. You had stood outside Noah's room that night like a desperate little shit.

Your eyes darted to Nick's angry face and back to the garment. Inside you were screaming, but there was also this intense anger bubbling up inside you.

"Could you explain to me why you think it is necessary to snoop through people's things and then barge into my room like that? I have things to do." You exclaimed as calmly as possible while throwing your panties to the floor.

"You know exactly why I'm here. You slept with him, didn't you?" It wasn't really a question, but an accusation that dripped from his lips like poison.

"So, what? The last time I checked, we weren't serious or exclusive." You answered him, the annoyance you felt lacing your words. It still stung. Thinking about how he had gotten to you and how pathetic you were to think he really wanted a real relationship with you. With Noah, things seemed easier. You knew something was there, but neither of you felt the need to talk about it, and you liked it that way.

"He's my best friend, for fuck sake." He said, his eyes cold and distant. If you weren't so sure that this had to do with his ego being bruised, you might have misinterpreted it as some kind of vulnerability.

He took two big steps to stand in front of your bed and leaned down slightly, causing you to close your laptop. "You knew it was wrong. You knew how he felt about you."

You quickly got up from your bed and looked him in the eyes with a fake smile. "And now? It's not like it stopped you from fucking me anyway, knowing damn well how he felt."

Nick clenched his jaw as he studied your face. Neither of you dared look away.

"To be honest, it sounds to me like you are jealous that he actually had the courage to show me how he felt." You almost spat the words in his face.

His gaze darkened, but that only made you ramble on. "Or maybe you're angry that he can get me off a lot faster than you can."

"You're a fucking whore, you know that?" He whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You didn't flinch at his words, but leaned forward, his warmth radiating off your body. "And you're a fucking hypocrite, Ruffilo."

His eyes traveled to your lips for such a brief moment that you almost missed it. Anger was written all over his face, but there was something else you noticed that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"Wait." You murmured, a small and mocking grin finding its place on your features. "This shit turns you on, doesn't it?"

Nick didn't say anything, but didn't dare to move away from you either, while you started to snicker bitterly. "You're seriously calling me a whore when you get all aroused at the thought of Noah and me together? "You're pathetic."

Nick was silent, breathing heavily through his nose as he stared down at you with such intensity that you could almost feel the weight of his eyes as they bore into you. His hands were clenched into fists and before you knew it, he had grabbed your wrist and was pushing you against the wall next to your bed.

“Noah just doesn’t know how to deal with your fucking attitude.” Nick hissed, bringing you so close that your lips almost touched. You met his eyes, the warmth spreading through your body, while your heart still leaped with pride.

"Noah has a bigger dick than you." You answered him, knowing it was childish, but you wouldn't let it go.

"Yeah, that's a lie." He breathed. "Maybe you need a reminder."

"Noah has a bigger dick than you." You answered him, knowing it was childish, but you wouldn't let it go.

"Yeah, that's a lie." He breathed. "Maybe you need a reminder."

With a quick move, he had turned you around. You leaned your hands against the wall for support as you felt Nick's breath against your neck. You tried to stifle a moan as his hand traveled over the curve of your body, but failed miserably. You cursed yourself internally for wearing only your thinnest shorts, making it harder and harder to ignore his touch against your lower abdomen.

“You still wanna tell me about Noah?” He asked as his hand slipped through the waistband of your shorts, teasing you.

“As if you wouldn’t like it.” You tried to say as confident as possible, while his hand slipped into your panties. 

“Aw, look at you. You’re so invested in Noah that you’re already soaking wet for me and I didn’t do shit.” He mocked you as his finger teasingly flicked over your clit. A stuttering breath escaped your mouth.

“Fuck you.” You hissed, but you also weren’t thinking about stopping him in the slightest. 

“Don’t be like that, princess. We both know you love this.” He snarled in your ear before retrieving his hand, causing you to shiver. You were about to push away from the wall, when you heard him hiss: “Don’t you dare.”

It merely took seconds for him to get you out of your shorts and also get rid of his pants. He kicked your feet further apart, one hand placed on your waist, the other lining up his hard dick at your entrance. You felt precum leak onto your leg, causing you to suppress another moan and you felt how you arch your back in his direction, without even realizing it.

“Look at you. All of the sudden, all desperate for my cock.” He said, as he slowly pushed inside of you. “You can brag about Noah all you want, he still can’t fuck you like I can.” With that he bottomed out, groaning quietly.

You clenched around him. Of course, he was right. But you would rather run into an open fire than admit that to him. You bit down on your lip when he started to move, his pace immediately as brutal as his emotions.

You wanted to say something. You desperately wanted to put him into his place, but you were too busy trying to lower the pleas that left your mouth, while your pussy throbbed with the burning need to come.

You gasped for air, fighting to speak up under the intense pressure of his cock, but nothing besides whimpers came out.

“I see why Noah couldn’t resist you. I think we both like it a little too much to see you fall apart like this.” Nick tried to hiss, but his words came out as a moan. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to moan out his name, as his right hand dropped from your waist onto your swollen clit.

“You sound like the desperate little slut you are.” Nick mocked you as heavy breaths left your mouth. You sputtered, one of your hands leaving the wall to grasp onto his wrist as if it would save you from falling apart.

“Tell me… Who do you think makes you come harder?” Nick whispered in your ear and your mind betrayed you. For a split second you thought about the two of them together. You wondered if they would try to compete against each other. You remembered how Noah’s tongue felt against your clit and with what precision he carried out his acts in comparison to Nick.  

The image alone of Nick and Noah sent you flying over the edge. “Nick - I…” you stuttered, your voice strained. “I’m gonna…” 

“Come on.” He almost ordered, his finger flicking over your clit in fast motions while he hammered into you. “Come on my dick just like you did on his.”

You let out a sharp cry as your head hit the wall, thighs shaking violently as Nick’s hips went on in his brutal pace. You tensed up, your vision becoming blurry as you moaned out his name in a repeating and pleading manner. Nick, in the meantime, didn’t stop, fucking into you in overstimulating manner. 

You felt how his nails dug into your hips, causing you to gasp for air immediately. It felt like something was missing to tip him over, when an idea shot in your head.

“The night…” You breathed out. “when he first fucked me, I was wearing your Limp Bizkit hoodie.” Your voice was so hoarse and quiet, you first weren’t sure if he heard you, but all of the sudden, he let out a groan.

“F-... Fuck you.” He cried out, his hips stuttering ever so slightly, while his grip on your hips became bruising. Without another warning he spilled into you so violently, you could feel each hot splash painting the walls of your pussy.

With a deep breath, he leaned against your back, his head resting on your shoulder. 

It took the two of you a few long minutes, before anyone dared to move or talk. You were sure if he suddenly decided to move, you would simply collapse to the ground. 

“You know, Noah would-...” You wanted to annoy him even more, but he quickly cut you off. “I swear to god, if you say his name one more time.”

Something in his tone had changed though. He wasn’t as angry anymore as he used to be. If you had heard right, he even let out a small snicker.

It took another minute, before Nick slowly pulled out of you, causing you to take a deep breath. You felt how his cum slowly started dripping down your thighs, but you couldn’t care less.

You silently cleaned up and got dressed again, before facing each other. 

“Noah told me, by the way.” Nick confessed, causing you to raise your eyebrows. “He did?”

“Yeah, and we both think the three of us have something to talk through.” Nick then exclaimed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. You started to pick the skin on your index finger, not knowing what was about to come, but you slowly began to nod.

“Text us when you’re ready.”

That was the last thing Nick said, before stepping out of your dorm without looking back. 

There was no way you could ignore that now.

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[sysig]

Maybe something with Mousey being jealous of Hunter and Smoker for one reason or another? hehe

Day 7 - There might be a reason for that

Bonus:

[hoperaypegasus]

I got bored and gave all the characters I could remember new future jobs because Hikaru deserved to be director.

Lera Volkova

Lera works as an astronaut and scientist, as well as a guest lecturer at the space program she used to attend.

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Aleksei Belsky

Alexsei works as an astronaut and scientist, as well as a guest lecturer at the space program he used to attend.

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Nowaguma Petrov

Nowaguma works as an astronaut and scientist, as well as a guest lecturer at the space program he used to attend.

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Hikaru Hasama

Hikaru works as the director of the Japanese WBBA branch and is the youngest director ever appointed in WBBA history.

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Gingka Hagane

Gingka took on his full responsiblity as Pegasus Guardian in Koma (I had to explain the matching outfit with Ryo somehow so I decided to make it a job to protect the village with one of the famous pegasus beys kept there).

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Madoka Amano

Madoka became owner of B-Pit and also works full time bey mechanic, and is the only mechanic in the world allowed to work on the legendary beys.

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Yuki Mizusawa

Yuki continued his work as astronomer and scientist.

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Motti Raja-Wan

Motti trained under Blader DJ and eventually became WBBA head DJ of Malaysia.

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Kyoya Tategami

Kyoya opened up a beyblade school in Savannah with is former teammates where he is the headmaster and a teacher, and continued some light zoologist work on the side.

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Nile Appiah

Nile became a teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy which he opened with his former teammates while continuing his work in the field as an egyptologist.

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Demure Diaw

Demure became a teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy which he opened with his former teammates while continuing his work as environmental scientist/activist.

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Benkei Hanawa

Benkei opened his own burger chain owner and continued to work at all the locations in roatation as a chef, as well as working as a teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy which he opened with his former teammates.

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Kenta Yumiya

Kenta became a blader for hire that primarily works for the WBBA and assists special investigators on missions a lot.

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Chris Davis

Chris continued working as blader for hire full time.

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Tsubasa Otori

Tsubasa continued to work as a special investigator for the WBBA, but eventually took on a permanent field partner for missions.

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Yu Tendo

Yu, having essentially learned everything from watching Tsubasa for years, quickly got the job of a special investigator for the WBBA and became Tsubasa's permanent field partner for missions, though he did do a few brief modeling stints as well.

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Jack Polk

Jack continued on as an artist, but eventually took on the role of coaching performers as well.

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King Ramírez

King becomes a beyblade coach at Dungeon Gym and outreach officer for beyblade through the WBBA.

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Masamune Kadoya

Masamune also became a beyblade coach at Dungeon Gym and outreach officer for beyblade through the WBBA.

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Sophie Macron

Sophie went on to be an anthropologist and archeologist specializing in the Ancient Mediterranean and is a popular guest lecturer at universities and museums globally.

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Julian Konzern

Julian took his father's role of Konzern Enterprises CEO and switched it's main focus to be on the production of clean energy.

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Nero Konzern

Nero left his family business and became a traveling beyblade coach.

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Wales Chambers

Wales also left his family's business and became a beyblade fashion designer instead.

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Klaus Müller

Klaus became a personal trainer in both bodybuilding and beyblade.

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Dashan Wang

Dashan continued to teach at Beylin Temple and was eventually promoted to the role of headmaster as well.

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Mei-Mei Jiang

Mei Mei continued to teach at Beylin Temple and was eventually promoted to the role of head financial officer as well.

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Chao-Xin Zhao

Chao Xin continued to teach at Beylin Temple and was eventually promoted to the role of head public relations officer as well, though he did do a few brief modeling stints as well.

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Chi-Yun Li

Chi Yun continued to teach at Beylin Temple and was eventually promoted to the role of assistant headmaster as well.

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Bao Goū

Bao continues his role as the leader of Beylin Fist, eventually turning it into an actual school and assuming the roles of headmaster and teacher.

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Aguma Cui

Aguma continues his role supporting Bao with Beylin Fist, eventually earning the roles of assistant headmaster and teacher when it formally becomes a school

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Toby Johnston

Toby trained under Coach Steel and eventually took on the role of head beyblade coach at Dungeon Gym from him and public relations officer role as well.

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Zeo Abyss

Zeo also trained under Coach Steel and eventually took on the role of assistant head beyblade coach at Dungeon Gym and continued to work as a volunteer paramedic as well.

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Kakeru Tategami

Kakeru decided to work at his brother's school and took on the roles of assistant headmaster and teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy while also occassionaly making custom beys.

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Sora Akatsuki

Sora also takes on a job as a teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy and continues to be a member of Koma’s Guard (it's a hidden village, they have guards).

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Ryuto

Ryuto, after getting into a fair bit of trouble for treasure hunting, becomes a teacher at East Savannah Beyblade Academy as well as a beyblade historian, though he does still treasure hunt from time to time.

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Dynamis

Dynamis continues his role as a Legendary Blader Guardian.

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Tithi

Tithi finishes up his training under Dynamis and also continues his role as a Legendary Blader Guardian.

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Teru Saotome

Teru opens his own studio for both dancers and beyblade performers where he works as the head teacher and coach.

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Damian Hart

Damian goes on to become an epidemiologist and works for the CDC, as well as becoming a medical doctor, though he rarely takes patients.

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Tetsuya Watargani

Tetsuya becomes a junior carcinologist at an aquarium, and does a fair bit of field research.

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Tobio Ooike

Tobio goes on to be a private pilot as well as a blader for hire in his free time.

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Ryuutaro Fukmai

Ryuutaro opens up his own fortune telling and meditation studio.

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Selen Garcia

Selen goes on to become the head outreach officer for WBBA Brazil branch.

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Argo Garcia

Argo opens up his own boxing gym where he is the head coach.

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Ian Garcia

Ian becomes a freelance cyber security expert that does a lot of work with both the WBBA and private organizations.

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Enzo Garcia

Enzo goes on to medical school where he became an ER nurse at the largest hospital in Brazil, eventually becoming the head nurse on staff.

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Gasur Al-Shehhi

Gasur becomes an architect specializing in biomimicry architecture.

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Karte Hanafi

Karte stays in the beyblade field and goes on to be a beyblade coach with the WBBA as well as an WBBA outreach officer.

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Zidane Nair-Saeed

Zidane goes on to become a pediatrician and does a lot of volunteer and free medical services in areas that need it.

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Sala Kekoa

Sala eventually goes on to be an beyblade historian and coach, becoming one of the most respected beyblade historians in the field.

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Hyoma Ueda

Hyoma maintains his job as Koma's Village Guide (in charge of the path in an out of Koma) as well as becoming Koma's Head Guard.

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Dan Sodo

Dan goes on to be an estate planning paralegal at a pretty major law firm.

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Reiki Sodo

Reiki also goes on to be an estate planning paralegal at the same pretty major law firm.

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Kumasuke Kumade

Kumasuke opened up a burger restaurant (that was a complete rip off of Bull Burgers) with his brothers to attempt to rival Benkei's but failed spectacularly.

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Kumata Kumade

Kumata opened up a burger restaurant (that was a complete rip off of Bull Burgers) with his brothers to attempt to rival Benkei's but failed spectacularly.

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Kumaji Kumade

Kumaji opened up a burger restaurant (that was a complete rip off of Bull Burgers) with his brothers to attempt to rival Benkei's but failed spectacularly.

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Osamu Hasegawa

Osamu goes on to become a beyblade outreach officer full time with the WBBA.

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Takashi Kikuchi

Takashi eventually decides to become a teacher at an elementary school in Metal City.

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Akira Ishii

Akira becomes a DJ through the WBBA and took Blader DJ's position as Japan's primary DJ when he eventually retired.

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Jigsaw Grimm

Jigsaw goes on to be a english and poetry professor at a well known university, as well as publishing several of his own horror short stories.

[sp1resong]

m. never really realized just how aro i am before

[radgeorgie]

had an amazing interview yesterday.... was told I'd know by Monday.... but it's alleged they DRUG TEST and I just bought 6 packs of weed edibles 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[averysmolkirbo]

guess what everyone today is national coming out day and while i have technically already come out as a lesbian i have found a way celebrate this very important day

at 11:30pm but shut up

i am officially coming out as a supporter of bedehop

[todayisafridaynight]

'im gonna sleep' he lied

[keeps-ache]

my computer wants to update so bad. which is a real shame,