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if you stayed a little longer

college days

The autumn breeze rustled through the campus trees, scattering golden leaves across the cobblestone paths. It was late afternoon, and classes had just ended for the day. Students poured out of the building, their chatter filling the air with plans for the evening. Among them walked a young woman with a stack of books clutched to her chest, her gaze fixed on the ground as she mentally reviewed the literature lecture.

"Hey! Wait up!"

She turned to see Kim Mingyu jogging towards her, his tall frame standing out among the crowd. His backpack was slung haphazardly over one shoulder, and his dark hair fell into his eyes as he caught up to her.

"Professor Park really knows how to drain all energy from a room, doesn't he?" Mingyu said, falling into step beside her. "I swear I saw three people nodding off during his explanation of Romanticism."

She smiled, adjusting her grip on her books. "I actually found it interesting."

"Of course you did," Mingyu teased, nudging her shoulder with his. "You find everything interesting. That's why you're top of the class while the rest of us struggle to stay awake."

Their friendship had begun just like this—casual conversations after shared classes that gradually evolved into study sessions and late-night talks. Both scholarship students, they'd bonded over their determination to make the most of the opportunity they'd been given, even if that meant endless hours in the library and cups of cheap instant coffee.

"Are you heading to the library?" Mingyu asked, already knowing the answer.

"I need to start on this essay. It's due next week, but—"

"But you want to finish it by Friday so you can revise it over the weekend," Mingyu finished for her, mimicking her voice. "Come on, you need to eat. Library will still be there in an hour."

Before she could protest, Mingyu had already changed direction, steering them toward the east campus exit where a row of food stalls lined the street.

The scent of grilled meat and spices filled the air as they approached the row of food vendors. Students gathered around small tables, some studying while eating, others simply enjoying a break from academic pressure. Mingyu guided her to his favorite spot—a small tteokbokki stall run by an elderly woman who always gave him extra rice cakes.

"Two portions, please," Mingyu said, pulling out his wallet.

She reached for her own bag. "I can pay for mine."

"No way," Mingyu insisted, gently pushing her hand away. "My treat today."

"Mingyu, you don't have to. I know you're saving up for—"

"It's fine," he said with that bright smile that always seemed to light up his entire face. "I got paid for that tutoring gig yesterday."

She knew he was stretching the truth. His tutoring job barely covered his textbooks, and he was saving every won for graduate school applications. But that was Mingyu—generous to a fault, always putting others before himself.

The stall owner handed them two steaming paper containers of spicy rice cakes and fish cakes. They found an empty bench beneath a maple tree, its leaves creating a canopy of red and orange above them.

"You know what?" Mingyu said between bites. "This is way better than cafeteria food, and way cheaper than those fancy restaurants where people go on dates."

"Is that why you bring me here? Because it's cheap?" she teased.

Mingyu's ears turned pink. "No! I bring you here because it's good! And... because I know you like it."

She did like it—not just the food, but these moments with him. Simple, unpretentious, and genuine, just like Mingyu himself.

"How's your scholarship application coming along?" she asked, knowing he'd been working on it for weeks.

Mingyu sighed, poking at his food. "Still not sure if it's good enough. The competition for that graduate program is intense."

"Let me look at it later. We can work on it together."

His face brightened. "Really? That would be amazing. You're so much better with words than I am."

"And you're better at not overthinking everything," she replied. "We make a good team."

Mingyu's smile widened, and for a moment, there was something in his eyes—something warm and tender that made her heart skip a beat. But then he looked away, focusing on his food again.

"We do, don't we?" he said softly.

They finished their meal as the sky darkened, and true to her original plan, they headed to the library afterward. It became their routine—studying together, supporting each other through exams and papers, celebrating small victories, and consoling each other through setbacks. Neither of them knew then how their paths would intertwine and diverge in the years to come.

our last year

Senior year arrived faster than either of them expected. The pressure of final exams, job applications, and graduate school interviews loomed over the campus like a storm cloud. Students who had once partied recklessly now hunched over laptops in the library, dark circles under their eyes as they contemplated their futures.

She and Mingyu still met regularly, though their schedules had become more demanding. He had secured an internship at a prestigious marketing firm, while she divided her time between research assistant duties and her own academic projects. Their friendship had remained constant through it all—a safe harbor in the turbulent sea of college life.

One evening in late spring, they sat on the rooftop of the arts building. It was their secret spot, discovered during sophomore year when they'd been looking for a quiet place to study during finals week. The maintenance door was usually locked, but they'd learned that it remained open on Wednesdays when the janitor forgot to check it after cleaning.

The city sprawled before them, lights twinkling like earthbound stars. They sat side by side, a bag of convenience store snacks between them, their shoes kicked off and textbooks momentarily forgotten.

"I got the job offer," Mingyu said, breaking the comfortable silence.

She turned to him, eyes wide. "Mingyu! That's amazing! The marketing position you interviewed for last month?"

He nodded, a mixture of pride and something else—something almost sad—in his smile. "I start two weeks after graduation."

"I'm so proud of you," she said, squeezing his arm. "You deserve this."

"What about you? Any news from the publishing house?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. But I have another interview next week with a literary agency. It's not exactly what I pictured, but it could be a good start."

Mingyu nodded, looking out at the cityscape. "We're really doing this, aren't we? Becoming adults. Moving on."

There was a weight to his words that made her heart constrict. Moving on meant change, and change meant potentially growing apart. The thought of not seeing Mingyu every day, of not having him there to share her triumphs and sorrows, left an emptiness she couldn't quite name.

"I turned down the position in Japan," she said quietly.

Mingyu's head snapped toward her. "What? But that was your dream job! You've been talking about working for that publisher since freshman year!"

She shrugged, trying to appear casual even as her heart raced. "It didn't feel right. And... there are things here I'm not ready to leave behind."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, something shifted between them. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface of their friendship for years.

"Things?" Mingyu asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Or people?"

She looked down at her hands. "Maybe both."

Mingyu was silent for so long that she began to worry she'd misread the situation, that she'd imagined the way he sometimes looked at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention. But then his hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with her own.

"I've been offered an apartment as part of the job package," he said, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. "It's small, but it's in a good neighborhood. Close to the subway."

She looked up at him, confused by the sudden change in topic. "That's great."

"It has a spare room," he continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "It could be an office. Or... it could be yours."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Mingyu..."

"I know it's sudden," he said quickly. "And I know we've never even—I mean, we haven't talked about—" He took a deep breath. "The thing is, I've been in love with you since that first day you corrected Professor Lee's analysis of Hamlet in front of the entire class. You were so passionate and brilliant, and I thought, 'I want to know her. I want to be part of her life.'"

Tears welled in her eyes as Mingyu continued, his words tumbling out as if he'd been holding them back for too long.

"I didn't say anything because I valued our friendship too much to risk it. And then time just kept passing, and it never seemed like the right moment. But now we're about to graduate, and I can't bear the thought of not telling you how I feel. I can't bear the thought of not asking you to stay in my life—not just as my friend, but as... more."

She reached up, her fingertips grazing his cheek. "You know, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes."

Mingyu blinked, confusion clouding his features. "What do you—"

"Why do you think I turned down Japan?" she asked softly. "It wasn't the job or the location. It was because the thought of being thousands of miles away from you felt wrong. Because somewhere along the way, you became more than just my best friend. You became the person I want to build a future with."

The smile that broke across Mingyu's face was like sunrise—gradual, then all at once blindingly bright. He leaned forward, hesitant, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't. Instead, she closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt like coming home.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Mingyu pressed his forehead against hers.

"So," he said, his voice filled with wonder, "is that a yes to the spare room?"

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That's a yes to everything."

They stayed on that rooftop until the sky began to lighten, talking about their dreams and plans, now intertwined in ways neither had dared to hope for. As they watched the sunrise together, they felt invincible—two ambitious souls ready to conquer the world, hand in hand.

Neither of them could have predicted how quickly the world would test that conviction.

present day

The restaurant was the kind that required reservations weeks in advance—all soft lighting, plush chairs, and waitstaff who moved with quiet efficiency. Crystal glasses caught the light from artful chandeliers, and the murmur of conversations was punctuated by the gentle clink of silverware against fine china.

She smoothed down the fabric of her dress, feeling slightly out of place despite her own success. Across from her sat Jeon Wonwoo, his sharp features softened by the warm light, his tailored suit a testament to his impeccable taste. He was telling her about his recent business trip to Singapore, his deep voice measured and articulate as always.

"The expansion is moving faster than we anticipated," Wonwoo said, swirling the wine in his glass. "The board is pleased, but it means I'll need to travel more frequently in the coming months."

She nodded, taking a sip of her own wine. "That's impressive. Your company has grown so much in just a few years."

"Our company," Wonwoo corrected with a small smile. "You're as much a part of its success as anyone. Your strategy was brilliant."

It still felt strange sometimes—being with someone who valued her professional input as much as her personal company. Wonwoo had come into her life when she'd been at her lowest point professionally, offering her a position at his publishing firm after she'd been laid off from the literary agency. Their relationship had developed gradually, built on mutual respect and shared ambitions.

"Speaking of business," Wonwoo said, reaching for his briefcase, "I brought those manuscript samples you wanted to review."

As he handed her the folder, something caught her eye—a familiar figure being led to a table near the window. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a smile that still had the power to stop her heart.

Mingyu.

He hadn't noticed her yet, focused on the menu as he settled into his seat. He looked good—more mature than she remembered, but still with that boyish charm that had always been uniquely his. His suit was well-cut, suggesting the success she knew he'd achieved. According to industry rumors, he'd become one of the top marketing executives in the country, known for his innovative campaigns and ability to connect with clients.

"Is everything alright?" Wonwoo asked, noticing her distraction.

"Yes, I just—" But before she could finish her sentence, Mingyu looked up and their eyes met across the room.

Time seemed to stop as recognition dawned on his face, followed by surprise and something else—something that made her chest tighten. For a moment, she was transported back to that rooftop, to promises made under starlight that had eventually crumbled under the weight of reality.

Mingyu stood, excusing himself from his dining companions, and made his way toward their table. Each step felt like the ticking of a clock marking the years that had passed since they'd last seen each other.

"Hello," he said, his voice deeper than she remembered. "It's been a while."

She found herself standing, though she couldn't remember deciding to do so. "Mingyu. Yes, it has."

An awkward silence fell between them, filled with unspoken words and memories neither dared to acknowledge.

"You look well," Mingyu said finally, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"So do you," she replied, then remembered her manners. "Oh, this is Jeon Wonwoo. Wonwoo, this is Kim Mingyu, an old friend from college."

Wonwoo stood, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you. I believe I've heard of your work with the Yoon Corporation campaign. Very impressive."

Mingyu shook his hand, professional mask sliding into place. "Thank you. And you're with Jeon Publishing, correct? I've heard good things."

She watched the exchange with a strange sense of detachment, as if observing a scene from someone else's life. These two men—one her past, one her present—making polite conversation while her heart performed gymnastics in her chest.

"I should get back to my clients," Mingyu said after a moment. "It was good seeing you."

"You too," she managed, though the words felt inadequate for all that remained unsaid.

As Mingyu walked away, she sat back down, aware of Wonwoo's questioning gaze.

"An old friend?" he asked, no accusation in his tone, just curiosity.

"Yes," she said, reaching for her wine glass to hide the tremor in her hand. "From a long time ago."

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. She laughed at appropriate moments, discussed manuscripts, but her mind kept drifting to the man sitting by the window—the man who had once promised her forever, before life and ambition had pulled them in different directions.

a chance

Two weeks later, she found herself in a part of the city she rarely visited anymore. A client meeting had run late, and heavy rain had caught her without an umbrella. Ducking under the awning of a small shop, she decided to wait out the downpour.

The stress of recent deadlines weighed on her shoulders. Jeon Publishing was in the middle of a major restructuring, and as one of the senior editors, much of the responsibility fell on her. The pressure to perform, to justify Wonwoo's faith in her abilities, had been keeping her awake at night.

As she checked her phone for weather updates, the aroma of grilled meat and spices wafted from a nearby alley. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she'd skipped lunch. Following the scent, she discovered a row of food stalls reminiscent of the ones she and Mingyu had frequented in college.

Nostalgia drew her toward a tteokbokki stand, where she ordered a portion and found a small table under a makeshift tent. The first bite transported her back to simpler times—study sessions that turned into deep conversations, laughter shared over cheap but delicious food, dreams exchanged without fear of failure.

"Some things never change, huh?"

She looked up to find Mingyu standing there, his suit jacket draped over one arm, his white shirt slightly damp from the rain. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor.

"Mingyu," she said, surprise evident in her voice. "What are you doing here?"

He gestured vaguely toward the office buildings nearby. "Client meeting. It didn't go well." He hesitated, then nodded toward the empty seat across from her. "Mind if I join you? For old times' sake?"

She should say no. She should make an excuse about needing to get back to work. But the words that came out were, "Please, sit."

Mingyu ordered his own portion and settled across from her, the small table forcing their knees to nearly touch. They ate in silence for a moment, the patter of rain on the tent creating a cocoon that felt removed from the rest of the world.

"So," Mingyu said finally, "Jeon Publishing. That's impressive."

She shrugged, stirring her food. "It's challenging, but I enjoy it. What about you? I hear you're doing well at your firm."

"I made partner last year," he said without pride, just stating a fact. "Lots of travel, lots of late nights. You know how it is."

She did know. It was the same pressure cooker environment that had torn them apart years ago.

"How did you meet him?" Mingyu asked suddenly. "Wonwoo."

The question caught her off guard. "Through work, actually. I was freelancing after the agency downsized, and he offered me a position. We worked closely on several projects, and... it just happened."

Mingyu nodded, his expression unreadable. "He seems like a good man."

"He is," she said softly. "He's kind, and brilliant, and..." She trailed off, not wanting to hurt Mingyu but not wanting to lie either.

"And he was there," Mingyu finished for her, no accusation in his tone, just a quiet understanding.

Rain continued to fall around them, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to their reunion. The years between them felt both vast and insignificant, as if no time had passed at all.

"Do you ever think about it?" Mingyu asked, his voice so low she almost missed it over the sound of the rain. "About us? About what happened?"

She looked down at her food, memories flooding back—the excitement of moving in together after graduation, the thrill of starting their careers, the gradual strain as their professional lives demanded more and more of their time and energy. The fights that began as minor disagreements but grew into fundamental questions about priorities and values. The final night when they both realized they'd become strangers sharing an apartment rather than partners sharing a life.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "I think about how young we were. How we thought we could have it all without making any sacrifices."

"We were ambitious," Mingyu said, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Too ambitious, maybe."

"Or not ambitious enough about the things that really mattered," she countered. "We prioritized our careers over our relationship. We thought love would be enough, that it would naturally endure even when we gave it no time or attention."

Mingyu was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. "I got offered a position in New York," he said finally. "Senior VP of International Marketing. It's... it's everything I've worked for."

"That's wonderful," she said, meaning it despite the pang in her chest. "You deserve it."

"I haven't accepted yet."

The implication hung in the air between them, heavy with possibility. For a crazy moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to go back, to try again with the wisdom they'd gained over the years. But then reality reasserted itself—the life she'd built, the commitments she'd made, the man who had stood by her when she needed support the most.

"Mingyu," she began, but he shook his head.

"Don't worry," he said with a gentle smile. "I'm not asking for anything. I just... I guess I needed to see you, to talk to you, before making a decision. To make sure I wasn't running away from something rather than running toward something new."

"And are you?" she asked. "Running away?"

He considered this, then shook his head. "No. I'm moving forward. Just like you have."

The rain had slowed to a drizzle, the world beyond their small tent coming back into focus. Reality intruded—phones buzzing with messages, schedules demanding attention, lives that had grown separate and distinct.

"I should go," she said, gathering her things. "I have a meeting."

Mingyu nodded, standing as well. "It was good seeing you. Really."

They walked together to the main street, where the bustle of city life continued unabated. At the corner where they would part ways, Mingyu turned to her.

"I hope he makes you happy," he said, his eyes sincere. "You deserve that."

She reached out, briefly squeezing his arm. "I hope New York is everything you've worked for."

They stood there for a moment longer, neither quite ready to say goodbye, both knowing it was necessary. Finally, Mingyu stepped back, offering one last smile before turning and walking away. She watched him go, a tall figure among the crowd, until he disappeared around a corner.

Only then did she allow herself to feel the full weight of what might have been, what could have been.

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cvnt4him · 11 months ago

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Neighbors.

Week 1: new neighbor.

A loud knock at your front door woke you up out of your sleep. You choked on the huge amount of air that invaded your lungs when you inhaled, stumbling on your feet trying to go check the door. Your hair was a mess and you were stressed which is why you simply wanted to sleep your life away.

You open the door and look around to see no one there but a basket present on your door step. You him and pick it up, there were muffins and all kinds of baked goods inside with a little note on top and the cutest bow to tie it all together

Hi! I'm moving in next door and hope we can become good neighbors. #215 izuku midoriya.

For real? My guy couldn't have just spoken to you once he seen you? He had to be a good fucking guy? You sigh and shrug before closing the door and setting the baked goods down on your kitchen counter and heading back to bed, you'll be damned if you were gonna let some shitty neighbor ruin your one off day.

The baked goods had never gotten touched, they just sat as a decorative piece on your kitchen counter. You planned on throwing them out but the little bow was just too cute to give away, how frilly and pink it was. It was like the person who gave it to your knew exactly what you liked.

You sigh looking at them, they hadn't gone bad yet you could eat one if you wanted. You stare at them for a while before realizing, your supposed new neighbor gave you these so how come you've never seen them?

You groan and shake the thought away, you had to head to work and you don't have time to be worrying about some random loser. You grab your jacket before heading out of your house, locking the door behind you. You sigh while clutching your purse on your arm and stuffing your keys inside when you bumped into someone.

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

"oh gosh.. I am so so sorry! are you alright?"

You fell to the ground with a groan barking insults up to the person who had the disrespectful nerve to knock you down. You open your eyes and look up at the strong bulky man in front of you, it was early and the lights outside of your apartment complex were still on so you couldn't exactly see his face. You couldn't exactly tell if his hair was black or not.

He offers you a hand to get up with which you hesitantly take, you just insulted and yelled at this innocent sexy man.. he must hate you! Which is just your luck, a strong sexy man is practically thrown at you by God and you insult him. God you're really good at making people leave.

"I truly am sorry. I should've been watching where i was going."

The man spoke to you again holding your hand in his still as he held perfect eye contact with you, trying to be professional and apologize for his wronging. You couldn't even speak from how beautiful he was now that you could see his face, his freckled chubby cheeks and his worried eyes leering down at you to assure you're alright.

"I.. I.. uhm, yes I am okay, thank you. I'm sorry too, I suppose it's not all your fault i played a part as well huh. Haha..."

You chuckle nervously trying not to embarrass yourself, there was a sexy man in front of you, you seriously cannot blow this. He offers you a light hum with a tilt to his head and a polite smile before speaking.

"I'm your new neighbor! I left you a basket of baked goods from the local bakery about a week ago, sorry I haven't had the time to actually speak to you, im awfully busy!"

Holy hell. He was your new neighbor? The guy who left the basket? Now you have another reason to save and not eat them. You stammer on your words with wide eyes trying to find something good to say as to not embarrass yourself.

"oh that was you? Hah yeah! I devoured those instantly! Thank you so much, you're so sweet! Id love to talk to you more if you'd have me y'know i wouldn't want to like-- bombard you with my presence or anything like you're a god I shouldn't even-- not that i think you're a god-- you know what im just going to stop talking."

You sigh heavily and mumble a low "for fucks sake.." under your breath. Could you be anymore embarrassing? You feel as if you could die from humiliation. The way his eyes widen from the way you ramble on and on about him being a god is so devastatingly humiliating, if the earth were listening you'd ask her to swallow you whole.

The man simply looks at you with a blank expression and wide eyes for a second before giggling above you. Your eyes shoot up to him, had you not just embarrassed yourself? Do you still have a chance?!

"I wouldn't say I'm a god, haha! You definitely aren't the first to say that anyways you have nothing to worry about."

He could tell you felt embarrassed by the way you squeezed your eyes shut and balled your fists, he didn't want you to feel embarrassed over something small! He got compliments of such all the time, some are even worse than that so he considered it high praise anyways.

You two just sat there staring at each other for a minute in your eyes it was the most awkward thing in the world. To him it was just fun between friends, the fact he considered you friends despite meeting this once is wild.

He looked down at you with those melancholy emerald green eyes, you could see the whole world in them. They were so big and bright and held nothing but love and kindness in them.. you would drown in them if given the chance.. the things you'd do to--

"oh! Gosh, I've gotta go! Uhm.. I hope to see you soon?"

"uh, yes! Yes, of course. We'll be seeing each other very soon."

You say confidently before pausing to realize how creepy your sentence sounded. He lifted an eyebrow at your words before brushing it off with a nervous chuckle and a wave goodbye before he jumped away, yellow cape billowing in the wind as he did so. You watched him live with a sigh, he was so hot yet so sweet you couldn't believe this guy was living next to you. Well to be fair these were rather pricey apartments so you could imagine him wanting to be somewhere that's very elegant. Your apartments were pretty beautiful. You sigh and shake everything out of your head and begin heading to work.

You sat at your desk staring out the window. There was nothing to be done at the office today and you were just there mindlessly drifting in a space you didn't want to be in. A knock at your office door took you by surprise, you were startled and whipped your head around to see your supervisor. God you hated this guy, he never knew how to take a hint. He always helplessly flirted and did outdated and annoying pick up lines on you, you didn't want him to feel bad about himself so you always laughed or played like it was good. Unfortunately today you just didn't have it in you to entertain him.

"hey, y/n! How are you today, sweetheart?"

Ugh. What a pig. He could not be serious right now. 'sweetheart' ? disgusting. He was truly working your nerves and he'd hardly even spoken to you. You sigh heavily before fixing your posture and leading your throat.

"I'm here."

"cool cool. So uh, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for drinks with me and a couple of the guys? Since y'know you helped us back those new investors? You're really great at what you do and you're so smart and--"

He started going on and on and on about how cool and smart and sophisticated you are. It was all bologna, he didn't give a shit about you or how smart you were. He just wanted to get into your pants and it was heavily obvious. So much so that you didn't have time to entertain this type of energy.

"look, I don't think so. Not tonight atleast, I mean I have a thing and--"

"please? You don't want to let me down so you? I'd hate to have to put in a bad word in front of our boss.. so could you just come?? For me?"

This motherfucking cunt. He was really gonna blackmail you into having drinks with a bunch of men who thought you didn't belong there? Just because you were a woman? You could not believe this was the hill you were dying on.

"fine.."

You let out lowly and defeated. You were successfully manipulated by some sleazy putz. You could only pray to God this schmuck keeps his word and doesn't say anything bad about you.

"atta girl."

He says with a smirk before walking off eyeing you through your office window. You were sick to your stomach at the thought of whatever was going on inside of his mind.

You sat between a couple of guys who all laughed loudly and looked at the game, they had a few too many drinks and were pretty drunk. You hated being around this kind of energy, it was uncomfortable but if you were going to run that empire one day you needed to be in with the crowd. You had another swig of your drink and chuckled nervously at the lame joke.

"and then I said; you'd have to let it from my cold dead hands!"

"mmm- couldn't have said it better myself, sir."

You say lowly raising your glass along with the other men at the table. They all laugh and silence then fills the table. You gulp down and look around to see them all looking at you. You felt so uncomfortable and nervous and so out of place. You'd never been this socially awkward in your life.

You couldn't figure out why they'd all looked at you like that. Until you looked down to see one of your buttons on your blouse was unbuttoned it showed the top of your boobs perfectly. You hadn't felt it unbutton so you had no idea that it was. You cleared your throat and covered yourself with your jacket before everyone looked away and fell into weak conversation about whatever came to mind.

Being the only woman sucked. This was your life and you hated it. However this put food on the table and got you away from your family so. If this is what it took you figured you could suffer a little while longer until you took this business off from under them. They were all old and uninformed with the new world we're all coming into, you however were prepared so the second you get these investors to recognize you were the real talent and brains behind this empire they'd hand it right to you. You'll be rich.

"I'm going to head out everyone. Have a goodnight."

You bow before walking out of the bar. You couldn't get out fast enough. You exited the building with a breath of fresh air. Being in there with all of those men was suffocating. You couldn't wait to read in the comfort of your own home.

"wait! Y/n! Where are you going? I thought you were gonna hang out with us?"

"i did. For 3 hours straight. I've had far too many drinks and I feel nauseous and it's raining quite hard. I'd like to go home."

You bowed slightly bidding him a good night one last time before trying to leave. He balled his fists and got rather angry with your words. He grabbed you by your wrists and yanked you into his chest, he held you closely with an angry face. His grip on your body and wrist tightened and you could smell the disgusting scent of the alcohol on his breath. It was nauseating.

"where the hell are you going. I told you to stay. You said you were.. were going to hang out with us. You don't want me to tell the boss about how you've been slacking, do you?"

You were terrified, he was drunk and being very rough with you. His grip continued to tighten around your wrist hurting you, you groan and try to push him away before he punches you. His rings bust your lip. You fall to the ground clutching your face in pain. You didn't want to appear weak.. so why had tears started falling down your face? Why couldn't they stop coming down.

"oh.. sh- shit y/n.. I'm so so sorry I didn't.. didn't mean to do that. You- you made me!"

He spoke trying to justify his actions, slurring on his words and hiccuping in between. You sniffled trying to get up holding onto the wall for a clutch. You could not believe this just happened. You were just assaulted by your supervisor. Someone in much higher power than you. You weren't dumb, you knew and were sure that if you even attempted to tell your boss to find a way to turn it around on you. There were few women working in that business and you were in a higher department than them all. You were just going to have to suck this up and push through it.

The man clears his throat and just looks down at you, he tries to help you up but you refuse. You push his arm away and simply get up on your own. You sniffle before spitting the blood that invaded your mouth onto the ground and walked away. You tried to hurriedly get across the street before the cars started moving again. The man called out for you telling you to wait but was stopped by the cars instantly zooming through the wet street.

You finally made it to your apartment wet, shaking, bleeding and in tears. This was something you never imagined would happen to you. You couldn't believe you'd just been assaulted and there was nothing you could do about it. You were helpless to help yourself. You rummage through your to try and find your keys you end up dropping your bag and breaking down. You fell to your knees and covered your face in your hands everything slipped out of your bag and the fact it fell made you even angrier. It was hard to find your keys and now everything was splayed out on the ground.

You were too busy having a mental breakdown to hear the heavy footsteps thudding behind you.

"y/n... Are you okay?"

You gasped lightly and whipped your head around to see the #1 hero himself. Standing above you before kneeling down to help you gather your things. You just look at him with wide puffy red eyes as he gathers your things and puts it all back into your purse for you. He stands and offers you a hand, you just look at him with a shaky breath before hesitantly taking it. He pulls you up into him and your face came flush with his chest.

You stayed there for a lot longer than intended before pulling back and clearing your throat. You sniffle and wipe your face with your hands before grabbing your back and fetching your keys from the ground. You turn back to him with a half assed smile that he seen right through.

"I'm perfectly fine, deku! Thank you for your concern!"

You say before trying to turn around to unlock your door. Before he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you to face him. He looked so concerned he couldn't help but gaso once he seen your lip.

"what happened to your lip."

"nothing-"

"y/n."

God.. the way he used your name against you was just too much. You didn't know if you wanted to cry or kiss him. You go down before fixing your hair and looking down to the ground.

"got into a fight with my coworker."

"are you sure that's it?"

"yes."

He didn't believe you. He seen right through your bullshit. He was rather stubborn as well he was going to stop pestering until you told him.

"I'm serious, y/n. What happened."

"nothing."

His eyes squinted before he pushed your door open and walked you inside. Was this motherfucker seriously just waltzing inside of your house like he owned the damn place?

"what are you--"

"hush. Where's your first aid kit."

"in the bathroo-- are you seriously about to rummage through my shit!?"

You yell as he walked away the second you got out where the kit was hidden. This guy was. A hero sure but why was he acting like your boyfriend. Or your dad. It was weird. Kinda hot but weird.

He came back with the kit and sat you down in your dining room chair, he set the first aid kit on the table opened it and grabbed what he needed. He had an alcohol wipe and he tly dabbed at you cut lip, you winced and closed your eyes from the slight burn of the cold wipe.

He finished cleaning you up and closed the kit and disposed of what he used.

"there you are, all fixed. Now are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to cook you dinner as well."

Yes please!

"no thank you. I'm fine."

"alrihht so tell me what happened."

"oh no I want I'm fine with not telling you what happened, I'll take the dinner thanks."

You say with a wink that makes a slight blush fall onto his cheeks. He sighs and heads into your kitchen, you chuckle to yourself and watch him go as you see the baked goods he gave you about a week ago. You told him that you are them all! Fuck he's gonna know you lied.

He stopped halfway into your kitchen before slowly turning to face you with a suck to his teeth. He hums and puts his hands. On his hips, fuck he looked so sassy and good like that..

"what happened to eating all of those baked goods?"

"i threw them all up..?"

"uh-huh."

He rolled his eyes with a smirk before opening them and grabbing you a muffin, he felt that you needed to eat and in actuality he was far too tired to cook. He doesn't know why he insisted on cooking for you as if he intended on cooking for himself.

"here. Eat up."

You look at it then up to him, you take it peeling the wrapper off then taking a bite. It was actually pretty good.

"thanks.. but what happened to cooking for me, eh, big boy?"

He gets quite flustered at the name a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks before he clears his throat.

"just eat the damn muffin."

You chuckle and finish it as he takes your scraps and disposes of them for you. He was quite a gentleman. You didn't expect anything less from a hero after all.

He ended up staying for a little while longer, the two of you trailing off into random things you could talk about. Like jobs and favorite snacks and things you like to do in your free time. Just all sorts of random things. The current topic was what he moved here.

"well.. I just moved agencies and needed to be closer to it. I have a lot of locations but this is the one that needed my attention most and they basically just sent me here. This is only temporary."

Fuck. Temporary? You hadn't wanted this to be temporary you wanted it to last a lifetime. You feel like you know him and he knows you, like you're soulmates. You try not to show how down you are due to what he's just shared to you and respond with a slight hum. He noticed however, he was very good at reading people.

"something wrong?"

"no.. nothing at all."

He hums knowing you're lying. Something tells him that this is going to be your relationship for the rest of the time that he's here. Deku didn't really think when he acted, he grabbed you by chin and craned your face up to look at him. He had a stern face while he leered down at you, his Babyface looking so adorable the way he tried to be serious with you.

You were surprised by this and looked up at him with wide eyes. God he was so attractive and it's like he was so comfortable with you. Or maybe he did this with all of his fans, or people he just knew. Maybe he was a natural flirt, was he flirting? God what's going on.

He could tell you were deep in thought and that bothered him. He intended on making you feel better and yet you still seemed to be down. He didn't know what to do. Yet the only thing you could seem to think about was trying not to kiss him. You felt like you were moving closer to him and you were, he was too deep in his own mind to realize how much closer the two of you were getting.

With no thought in mind you gently grabbed his cheek with your hand and kissed his lips. His eyes widened at what was happening, he was so shocked that you had kissed him but hadn't wanted to pull away. You sighed into the kiss before pulling away, your breath slightly taken away. You kept your eyes closed because you could only imagine the heartbreak you were about to experience. You were sure he was going to let you down gently of course because he's just that kind of guy, but either way heartbreak is heartbreak.

It was silent but only for a moment before he cleared his throat causing you to look up at him and lick your lips before looking away quickly. You sniffle and turn your head to look at the ground biting the inside of your cheek. The silence was unbearable and you felt like killing yourself.

Deku didn't know how to react, he was mostly just speechless he didn't intend to give off that kind of vibe to you.. he just wanted to be a friendly neighbor.

"so uhm I'm gonna head out, if you're sure you're alright?"

He says standing and turning to you before heading towards the door. You were too nervous to speak so you just nodded aggressively before he hummed and walked out closing the door behind himself.

You could not believe you just kissed the number 1 hero.

AN: I feel like this is gonna flop bc it isn't smut n I'm mostly known for that but like I enjoyed making this and can't wait to make a pt2 it might take a while bc well...... Yeah. But uhm. Yeah!

#cvnts-post #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #deku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku is so girlie pop #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #midoriya #izuku #midoriya izuku #deku

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curtsycream · 1 year ago

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Baxter Radic Blurb

Finally finished season two of surviving summer and I love Bax’s character. He also deserved better so I’m giving him better. I’m giving him you babes <3

“How about that one?”

Looking down at his hand he looked over the tattoo she was pointing at. The slim reddish pink lollipop tattoo with small font along the white stick. Smiling at her he shook his head, “it’s just something small…I’ve always had it.”

Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head in return. “You didn’t have it before you left Queensland.”

Baxter bit back the chance to tease her for being so observant with his body. He held back as he tried to think about something to say to distract her. Nothing came to mind and he knew she wouldn’t buy into a lie.

“It’s new, got it my first week here,” he finally admitted to her.

The Queensland surfer smiled at him, “I’m loving this honesty streak. I’m guessing that Summer girl really got through to you, huh?”

“It wasn’t Summer,” he mumbled.

She craned her head back to look up at him in her seated position. “Then—then who? Or what? You’ve never been so open before,” she trailed off.

“Maybe, I don’t need to explain myself.”

She frowned grabbing his hand, “don’t do that. You always pull back when things feel tough for you. I’m sick of it, why can’t you just tell me the reason? Are you worried I’ll laugh or something? You know me better than—“

“It’s not that!” He exclaimed looking down at her. Running his free hand through his pink hair he shakes his head. “I know you wouldn’t do that, you’re too nice for that. Too nice for me,” he whispered.

“Don’t say that, you’re an amazing guy Bax…not many are like you. You don’t have to tell me about the tattoo just please don’t shut me out. It’s like ever since you moved to Shorehaven you’ve been reluctant to even message me.”

The way in which she was pouring her heart out to him left a sour taste in his mouth. Sitting beside him was the girl he grew to like quite a lot before having to leave. Tweaking his ear with his fingers he looks anywhere but at her. “I—it’s not your fault. I just thought if I avoided you it would make things easier.”

“Make what easier?”

“The fact that I like you and even if I were to tell you I’d find a way to fuck it up like I do everything else.”

The confession made the air around them feel heavy. It wasn’t like him to openly admit his feelings. But then again he had changed since moving away from Queensland. “Bax. Actually listen to me, I want you to know that what happened wasn’t your fault. You were drunk, we were all raging and someone dared you to do it. What you did wasn’t the reason you all had to leave, you know this. I don’t blame you and neither do the others. You’re a great guy,” she spoke calmly as she still held onto his hand.

Looking at her he let out a sigh, “I know that but it still feels like I had a part to play. Even if it wasn’t my fault I still fucked up. The second I got here I messed things up for my new team. I just think I’m causing myself problems.”

“You only think that because you’re so used to taking the blame. I promise you, you’re not at fault and it may take you a while to believe that. But trust me I’ll never blame you for things I know you didn’t mean to do.”

Leaning forward slightly his forehead rests against hers. His bright blue eyes searching her eyes for a hint of falsity. He found none but still he inquired, “promise?”

Raising his pinky he holds it out for her, keeping her forehead to his she locks hers around his. “I promise.”

Moving away from her he smiles keeping his pinky hooked with hers.

“Oh and Bax, I like you.”

#x reader #fluff #surviving summer #baxter radic #Baxter x reader #bax x reader #Baxter Radic x reader #Baxter Blurb #netflix original

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brainddeadd · 8 months ago

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Joking about trying choking in the bedroom with Matthew Knies and him being the one to be choked. Only for him to get flustered and realize oh fuck I DO want you to choke me. With #65 (“who would have thought that this is something you’d be into”) from the smut prompt list

Choking

warnings: smut

The atmosphere in the bedroom was charged with laughter and playful banter, the remnants of your earlier conversation lingering in the air. You were sprawled on the bed, scrolling through your phone, when Matthew plopped down beside you, a grin lighting up his face.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, peering over your shoulder. You quickly turned your phone away, a mischievous smile creeping onto your lips.

“Just some interesting… ideas for the bedroom,” you replied, your voice teasing as you set the phone aside.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Oh? Like what? You have my attention.”

You bit your lip, suppressing a laugh. “Well, I came across something that made me think of you… choking.” You let the word hang in the air, watching his reaction.

His eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flickering across his features. “Choking? Like… me choking you, or you choking me?”

“Honestly, I was thinking more along the lines of me choking you,” you said, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Who would have thought that sweet little Matthew Knies would be into that?”

He looked at you, flustered, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “Wait, seriously? You’re joking, right?”

You leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a sultry whisper. “Why not? You might like it. I mean, it’s all about trust, right?” You winked at him, watching as he struggled to process your words.

“Um, I mean…” Matthew stammered, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “I never really thought about it like that. But… oh fuck, I think I might actually want you to choke me.”

You burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. “Wow, who knew my sweet, innocent boyfriend had a wild side?”

“Hey!” he protested, his flustered demeanor only making him cuter. “I’m not innocent. I just… I didn’t realize it was something I could enjoy.”

You leaned back against the pillows, still chuckling. “Well, now you know! Just think about it—I'll take charge, and you’ll love it.”

Matthew shook his head, a smile breaking through his embarrassment. “You’re really trying to turn me into some kind of submissive, huh?”

“Maybe I am! But only because I know how much you secretly love it,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “Besides, it could be fun.”

He considered your words for a moment, a grin spreading across his face. “Alright, fine. But if I end up liking it too much, it’s your fault!”

“Deal!” you said, feeling a thrill at the thought of exploring this new side of your dynamic together.

As the playful banter continued, Matthew looked at you with a mix of admiration and intrigue, realizing that this unexpected conversation had only deepened your connection.

The evening was thick with a charged energy, the kind that buzzed between you and Matthew as you both lay in bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light around the room. After your earlier conversation, both of you were giddy with anticipation.

Matthew shifted beside you, running a hand through his hair, looking both nervous and excited. “So, uh, how do we… start?” he asked, glancing at you with an amused yet anxious smile.

You turned to face him, your heart racing at the thought of what was about to unfold. “Just relax. Trust me, okay?”

He nodded, his expression serious yet playful, as you took a moment to gauge his comfort. “If it’s too much, just tap my arm or something, alright?”

“Got it. I trust you,” he replied, a hint of determination in his eyes.

You shifted closer, your fingers trailing lightly along his jawline, savoring the warmth of his skin. “Let’s start slow. Just a little pressure, nothing crazy.”

With a gentle touch, you placed your hand around his neck, your fingers resting lightly against his skin. Matthew’s breath hitched slightly, his eyes widening as he processed the sensation. “Okay, that feels… different,” he admitted, a hint of nervous laughter in his voice.

“Good different or bad different?” you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“Definitely good. Just… don’t squeeze too hard,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Promise,” you said, squeezing gently, enough to create a sense of restraint without crossing any lines. You watched his face for any signs of discomfort, but instead, he seemed to lean into it, a low groan escaping his lips.

“See? Not so bad, right?” you murmured, leaning in closer, your lips brushing against his as you maintained the pressure.

“Yeah, it’s actually really nice,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed. “Just… keep going.”

Encouraged, you tightened your grip slightly, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat under your fingers. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed, a mix of exhilaration and submission washing over him. “Just breathe, Matthew. I’ve got you,” you whispered, your voice low and soothing.

A soft whimper escaped his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile at how responsive he was to you. “You’re really into this, huh?” you teased, your thumb gently stroking the side of his neck.

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. “Who knew I’d like being choked so much?” he said, breathless. “I just didn’t expect it to feel this… good.”

“Are you okay? I mean, really?” you checked, your heart racing from the thrill of the moment.

“More than okay,” he replied, his voice steadying as he locked eyes with you. “I trust you completely. Just… don’t stop.”

Feeling empowered, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You’re doing so well, Matty.”

With a soft smile, you pressed a light kiss on his lips before applying a bit more pressure, just enough to elicit a soft gasp from him. His hands found their way to your waist, gripping you tightly, grounding himself as he surrendered to the experience.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. “This is so intense.”

You leaned back, studying his face. “You like it, don’t you?”

He nodded, a shy smile breaking through his earlier hesitation. “Yeah, I do. Who would’ve thought I’d be into this?”

You chuckled softly, feeling triumphant. “See? I told you it could be fun.”

“Definitely more than I expected,” he replied, leaning in for another kiss, his lips soft yet fervent against yours. “You’re amazing.”

You smiled against his lips, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Just remember, I’m always here to help you explore.”

As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of excitement at this new layer of intimacy between you. The boundaries had shifted, and with them, a newfound trust blossomed, enhancing the connection you both shared.

#matthew knies x reader #matthew knies imagines #matthew knies fanfic #° braindead writes

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year ago

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Saeran and Saeyoung Birthday Art Analysis 2024!

I don't know if anybody grasps how insane it is to have an image of Unknown and MC in a romantic light. Do you know how many of us clamored for one of those in 2016? The fans are finally getting what they've been asking for all along!

You would think that they would have more images together because he's an antagonist and there are so many endings where you fall into his clutches, but they just don't exist. If we're speaking strictly about the game itself, there were only two images before last night where Unknown and MC were in the same frame.

Zen's Route and the Christmas DLC.

The only other photo we have apart from these two in game is the one from the Secret Ending where SE Saeran is next to MC. I do not count it even though Unknown and SE Saeran are the same person.

Because we use the names SE Saeran and Unknown in the fandom to distinguish between them—where they are in regards to the timeline is relative to white hair versus red hair, you know. I knew we didn't have many pictures with him, but when I went back to double check myself, I was put in a position where I felt floored.

All these years, and these are the only pictures we have in the game of Unknown and MC? I don't know why I briefly thought there might have been more than that.

I am so happy regardless of the quantity because the quality of the picture we received last night was beyond my expectation. I didn't think we were going to get separate pictures. I think most, if not all of us, assumed the boys would be together and there would be no sign of MC. That's the way it's been for the past 2 years, after all.

In favor of doing less art, they decided to put the brothers together instead of separating them. I can't fault them for that because it has to take a long time to do art for them! It's a surprise when we're able to get more than one, though!

I think the thing that stood out to me almost right away was the use of purple. Now, Ray, Suit Saeran, and GE Saeran are depicted with the color pink. But, do you know who was depicted with only purple before that? Unknown.

I know this may not be something the newer fans are familiar with, but, in all of the merchandise that used to be created for Unknown, his accent color was a deep purple. I can give you a few examples to look at. I knew this was Unknown when I looked at it, but the fact the artist went out of their way to use purple told me they knew what they were doing.

I like seeing him with purple because it's an homage to the beginning and he's been watching us from the start. To be completely honest, I liked the idea that the Saeran hearts would be his purple. I was all too surprised when they gave him a magenta color, which is a blend of a nice pink and purple.

It makes sense for his character in Another Story, but when I think about Unknown and SE Saeran, I can't detach them from purple. I'm certainly not complaining, purple is my favorite color. These ribbons are close to my favorite shade of purple, which is lilac, so it's lighter than his traditional purple, but close enough to make my heart swell.

Actually, I know what you guys were waiting for. You came into this post to ask me questions about flowers and by God, I'm going to tell you guys about flowers. So, I'm going to lay down the flowers that are depicted in the photo and you guys are going to listen to it.

The flowers that are in MC's hair could go one way or the other. I'm going to present both options and leave it up to you to decide. They could be camellias or peach blossoms. Visually, they do share some similarities but in a photo like this where artistic choices have been made for minimalism, it's hard to figure it out one way or the other.

Pink Camellias.

Pink camellias can symbolize longing, especially for someone who is missed. They can be given to friends or romantic partners in both platonic and romantic relationships. For example, they can be a good choice for someone in a long distance relationship.

Peach Blossom.

In Chinese culture, it is believed that its delicate and pink petals have the power to cleanse the spirit and attract good luck and fortune. The blossoms are often used in traditional Japanese art and poetry to symbolize the transience of life and the importance of cherishing every moment. In addition, peach blossom flowers are also associated with the spring season, which represents new beginnings and growth.

Okay, the rest of these I'm sure of and don't think I'm wagering a wrong guess.

Red Roses.

Red roses are a classic symbol of love, passion, romance, and devotion. Red roses have been used as a way to express love for centuries, even when verbal expression was considered inappropriate. During the Victorian era, lovers used the language of flowers, or floriography, to send secret messages.

The shade of red can also have different meanings: Bright red: Symbolizes passion, love, and desire Dark red: Represents deep emotions, longing, and devotion

Red Alstroemerias.

Red alstroemeria, also known as the Peruvian lily, can symbolize love, passion, romance, and intense feelings. It can also be a way to say "I love you" without using red roses. The alstroemeria flower is the flower of total happiness. It symbolizes the sheer pleasure of being together, in friendship, as well as in love.

Pink Roses.

Pink roses can symbolize sweetness, femininity, appreciation, and admiration. They can also represent grace, gentleness, and joy. Pink roses are a delightful way to express gratitude for someone, for any type of relationship, romantic or not. Lighter hues of pink reference joy in relationships. This can symbolize the beginning of a new relationship with blossoming feelings towards one another, or simply the beginning of a great friendship.

Unknown falling in love with somebody is something that happened slowly, not all at once. You need to respect his boundaries. It is beyond important to help him feel like he's his own person, to allow him the opportunity to look in the mirror and not feel sick at the person he sees. You help him realize there's more to life than what he gave up on, and he can dream of a better world. He's grateful to have known you.

He adores and admires you but he can't always say it. It's hard to say he loves you. It's hard to say those specific words. It puts him in a vulnerable place. It takes him time to say it because no matter how much he tells himself that you won't hurt him when he confesses his vulnerability, there's always a fear in the back of his head.

That fear never goes away even if he wants it to. He doesn't want to think that way, though. He doesn't want to be afraid, either. But, that is one of the reasons why it takes so long to get close to him in the first place. You need to break down his walls and he needs to let you break them down to begin with. You need to show him that he isn't being forced to trust or even like you. You only want him to trust you because he wants to.

You want him to have self-autonomy.

You sit together at first, then you start holding hands little by little, and it builds from that point. You steal glances at each other, you smile, you laugh, and he sighs, not because he's annoyed, but rather because, he's happy. He's happy to see you smile and by God, he's so happy he can smile after a lifetime of apathy. He doesn't need to kiss you to show you he loves you... and even if he takes forever to say the three little words, you almost don't even need to say it.

That's how good you are at being able to communicate with each other silently.

There's something very deeply beautiful about Unknown or even SE Saeran holding hands with you. It's the way I've always imagined him to express his affection.

Even if he can't say it, he can show it.

I'm going to cover this in this post because I've talked about it all day at this point. I'm aware of the AI accusations for Saeyoung's artwork in particular. Please read this post I made about the subject since it needs to be spoken about in some capacity. I'm aware of people who have already reached out to Cheritz for clarity, so we're going to have to wait and see what they have to say about the matter.

[Post]

I can't say if AI was used one way or the other in the image. I can say I understand why people believe that portion of the image was created with AI. I think the artist was forced to go on a time crunch to get out the image out by this Thursday no matter what.

As far as we know, there's only one artist doing all this art. Counting the four images released last night, that makes a total of five images for the month of June. That is a lot of artwork for anyone to do, much less to complete in a month. July is also the anniversary, which leads me to believe that this artist probably was told they needed to get the art done for this month so they could get started on that image since anniversary art has almost always had a lot of characters.

This is PURE SPECULATION but it's possible that the time crunch and deadline they're on had Cheritz make them use AI to touch up or even finish the image they drew to meet the deadline; And, if it wasn't AI, there's also REASON TO SPECULATE, that they rushed the artist to get it out even if they made mistakes.

Because, I noticed one error in the Unknown artwork that could be an artist mistake, one that a lot of artists make. That's the fact that one of the water ripples is just above the frosting on the cake? I swear I've done things like that before. I'll have the layer in the wrong place and I won't notice until I post it. I hate it when that happens, but, hey it's a mistake a lot of artists make accidentally.

I don't want to believe that Cheritz would use AI in Mystic Messenger art because they said they wouldn't but words are just words. They're not powerful when Cheritz used AI in the past without so much as a second thought. Once you break that trust it is damn near impossible to win that trust back. I can't blame people for speculating when they see something off in an image. But, I hate that it's come to this and it isn't fair to anyone.

[Another Rant about AI]

I hate that the current environment has people on edge. I hate that people have to prove themselves. I hate that people can't trust each other. I hate that we have to deal with art theft. I hate that we have to see artists suffer. I hate that art theft nearly killed this fandom in the first place and THAT art theft is not only art being reposted without credit now, it's art being STOLEN and USED TO TRAIN AI.

I hate that Cheritz even remotely thought it was okay to use AI in the SSUM. I hate that people look at what could possibly be a byproduct of an artist being rushed to meet a direct deadline no matter what is seen as AI. I hate the possibility that AI was actually used in the art to get it done, no matter how much AI was used, whether it just be for a cake, or the entire image itself.

I hate that art is being fed to soulless algorithms for some heartless people to churn out bullshit because they don't want to learn how to draw and they don't want to pay actual artists what they're worth.

Because no matter what, AI or not, it hurts me to know that AI itself caused this conversation to begin in the first place. Even if there's no AI involved, like I said, rushing an artist to meet a deadline isn't it. We could've waited another week. All you had to do was say, "We need a little more time! Sorry folks!"

Transparency is what makes a world of difference for people.

Cheritz broke the trust of their fans by using AI in the first place, and once you break someone's trust, they might never trust you again. It's painful but it's true. So, AI or not in the birthday artwork, the reason I have to say something about this at all is because they used AI in the SSUM and now the smallest error in a drawing makes people want to speculate and tear the image apart to find out if it's AI or not.

It hurts me because I look forward every year to being able to write and analyze the artwork we've given. I love being able to find details that show me the artist really put their heart into it. That's something AI can't do. It can make a concept all day long, it can even make the art look "pretty", but it's making it with our stolen artwork and that's what makes it soulless.

It stole the hearts of wonderful artists and their hard work to create an amalgamation of "self-gratifying" bullshit by people who just don't care about the time and effort that goes into creative pursuits. I don't want to sit here and talk about how much I hate AI, I want to sit here and write about how much I love Mystic Messenger and what it has done for me and my life. But, I can't avoid the elephant in room when I talk about this art because the less we talk about what's happening, the more of a damn problem it is.

Until we see some clarity from Cheritz, we won't know one way or the other about the mistakes in the artwork. I want to believe the artist in this situation was rushed to meet the deadline and that lead to some mistakes slipping through the cracks. If that's not the case, then I will have to come back to this post and edit it to say, "Wow, they used AI for sure. It's no longer speculative."

I'm disappointed either way that we have to live this way.

I just don't like having to live in a world where we have no real choice but to analyze and speculate for AI all the damn time. The world is a bad enough place as it is at times, even if we all try our best to find a sense of good in it, and I'm so exhausted. So, hang tight, hopefully it is just a mistake of the artist being rushed to meet the deadline. That is my hope. It may be a naive and childish hope, but I'm so tired and I just don't want to hear them say they used AI again.

We'll see.

Moving on because I want to talk about what I noticed in the cake that didn't set me off.

So, I'm going to break your hearts in a matter of seconds. Prepare yourself for this one. So, in the birthday illustration from two years ago, Saeran and Saeyoung have a cake with both strawberries and blueberries.

That look on Saeran's face seems to imply the cake was a surprise to him. Saeyoung is winking as he looks at the cake, which tells me he's recently figured out his brother likes strawberries and blueberries on his cake. When I was analyzing that photo two years ago, I suspected that maybe Saeyoung liked blueberries.

But, that went against the core headcanon I've had for years about Saeyoung loving cherries. I've shaped a lot of his interest around his love of cherries in my mind, so to see him with a cherry cake stands out as an important reference and a brief moment for me to say that I got it right, hehehe! It makes sense, Dr. Pepper has cherry flavor in it.

But, do you notice something else interesting about that cherry cake? It's from Saeran! That tells me he wants his brother to have something that he enjoys for his birthday instead of always doing something for him instead. He needs to stop diminishing his own needs in favor of Saeran's.

Which, if anybody was going to make a point of telling him to think more of himself, I think the only person he would listen to would be his brother and to some extent, his MC. That man never thinks about what he wants. He would rather take the clothes off of his back every time if it means somebody else gets to be warm even if it makes him cold.

You know what, MC appreciation moment because I love the dress MC is wearing. It feels in style for them because it looks a lot like the dress from the proposal scene!

Did you guys know that there are flowers on the cake? You have to let your eyes look beyond the cherries! Right there! Did you know those flowers are also depicted in two other places in the game?

One place is in the common gallery where we see the bookmark that V tried to give Ray, and the other place we see is a birthday image from a few years ago with Saeyoung and MC, where they're wearing a set of matching rings. They are the same flower depicted time and time again to represent Saeyoung, well, outside of baby's breath. His Christmas CG was a baby's breath bouquet, after all!

Those flowers are geraniums.

Red geraniums are representative of a wish for good health. They are often gifted as a house-warming present to ward off negative energy from approaching your loved ones.

If you ask me, these are the perfect flowers to represent Saeyoung.

Who is he if not someone who has wanted to gift peace and protection to his brother? That's his dream, but I think in many ways, it's important he learns how to accept that he is also deserving of happiness and protection. Saeran wants his brother to be happy and healthy, too. It isn't fair for only Saeran to know peace and prosperity.

Saeyoung is just as worthy.

I think it's important to point out that the apartment drawn in this picture is not Rika's apartment. This is what her apartment looks like and we've got two angles to work with.

And this is the background in the new image. There is nothing similar about these backgrounds whatsoever!

Why is it significant? Well, I ask you to think about it a little bit harder than that. The bunker is the place he created to protect himself from all the monsters and demons that could ever think of hurting him and his family. He would never leave that bunker willingly unless he knew his family would be safe without a shadow of a doubt.

So, given the fact that he is in an apartment that's not Rika's—that means they've moved out of the bunker and they have a cute little apartment in the city.

An apartment where he doesn't have to feel like he has to live underground. He gets to see the sky, the clouds, the sun, the moon, buildings, people, and the rest of the world. He gets to have the world at his fingertips.

Can you believe that? Can you believe that this man whose face is a depiction of what it means to be paranoid in the dictionary is living in an apartment without fear? I can hardly believe it because I've always thought of him to be somebody who is terrified of what comes next.

I can't blame him for feeling that way because all of the monsters and demons he's afraid of are real. They're not something he cooked up in his head. They are real people who can hurt everyone he loves. So, for him to be in this apartment tells me that there is no longer a reason to be afraid.

His father and anyone from the agency who might come after him must be taken care of now. He doesn't have to be afraid and it means he gets to build the kind of life he wants to live. Better yet, he gets to have a normal life and it's a life worth living.

The cake is from his twin brother. I know I already talked about this earlier in the post, but I feel like it's an important distinction to bring it up here.

The only reason why he would have a cake delivery from his brother is if he wasn't with his brother on their birthday. I know, I know, I can already hear a lot of you trying to tell me that the boys shouldn't be separated. I don't think they should be separated either, but I do think this means SE Saeran gets to live separately from Saeyoung and MC.

I think that's the healthiest outcome after he's had time to heal and there's no more demons threatening their livelihoods.

He wouldn't want to live with his brother but that doesn't mean he wouldn't want to see his brother. That's why his sending a cake to his twin brother is such a big deal. Sure, they might have a celebration for their birthday together, but it's ultimately okay to have individual celebrations, too.

It's okay to enjoy the day by yourself.

Saeyoung is undoubtedly guilty of smothering his brother in this timeline. Many of us understand why he does it, and if you would like to read more about why he tries so hard in the first place, [I should point you in the direction of this post I wrote not too long ago about parentification.]

We know why he wants to do everything he can to make sure his brother stays alive and gets to experience life for what it is. But we also know that his methods aren't always the healthiest. He does the best with what he has but that doesn't make it okay, you know? His smothering of Saeran is... well, we know why he does it, but it doesn't make it the right choice.

His willingness to let his brother live alone is a huge step not only for his paranoia but in working to heal the relationship between them after everything that happened in the Secret Ending and Saeyoung's Route.

I don't think they would live far apart from each other, but I do think there would be enough distance so they could breathe. They need to be able to be individuals just as much as they need to be a family in my opinion. See, this is one timeline where I think it would be for the best if they didn't live together.

I want them to live together post-RAE. But, the only reason why I can see that working is because they're in a different position and it's easier for them to talk about their issues in a constructive way. You can't have that in the SE, per se. It's not tainted forever but it's not easy for either one of them to come to terms with everything.

I know things are going to get better for them in the future, but it's never going to be the way it was when they were kids. It couldn't even be like that in the RAE. There's just a different and unique sense of loss in the Secret Ending that isn't present in the RAE. It's not a bad thing, it's just different and that can be hard to stomach for a lot of people, I know.

Different lives, different choices, and different experiences led to different paths.

But, you know what gives me hope?

The fact that Unknown (or, who we could presume to be SE Saeran after dying his hair back to white) is wearing a cross. There is no real reason whatsoever for him to be wearing a cross. He's not the type to love church. Side eye at Mint Eye for being also being a byproduct of Rika's religious trauma.

He is not the religious type. I don't know for sure if he believes in God, but I know he believes in something, not sure what exactly, because he doesn't want to believe in nothing. I can't see him wearing a cross as it isn't something that brings him peace. But you know who it does brings peace to? His older brother, Saeyoung.

So, if you ask me, I think his brother gave him the cross because that was a way to make sure his brother was always protected.

"Could you wear this for me? It's okay if you don't want to wear it, I just... I want you to hang onto this for me while we're living apart. I... want you to have a piece of me with you. I know that's asking a lot of you... Something to always remind you that I'm thinking of you and that I never stopped thinking of you. This kept me safe and even if it's not the same magic for you— I want you to know you this is a part of me that is undeniable. You'll never have to doubt yourself. You'll have a piece of Saeyoung-hyung with you this time while we're separated. Not forever... we can see each other whenever we want now."

Because Saeran had no proof his brother existed outside of his own memories until Mint Eye gave him the chance to peek into the RFA servers.

Even if it's silly, Saeyoung wants his brother to have a piece of his soul to keep him safe. Saeran being ultimately willing to wear a cross is a big deal, and being willing to wear the same cross his brother has worn for years is an even larger deal. Saeyoung believes in that cross.

The cross kept him safe and he clutched onto it tightly when he prayed for Saeran's happiness.

That cross is filled with years of Saeyoung's belief and hope for a happy tomorrow.

It's just as much proof of as the images on the floppy disc are. The church is what helped Saeyoung find a way to help himself and his brother, and even if it didn't work out the way he planned, that still means something to him.

Saeran's wearing something his brother gave him to keep him safe and he's not mad about it. He didn't steal that cross, either. It's not a show of power to mock Saeyoung. The image that is reflected at the top of this post is not one where we are meant to be at the cusp of an elixir bathtub.

It's a staged photo shoot.

It's one where Saeran is looking at the camera.

His face doesn't seem like the typical one you'd expect for someone rotting away in Mint Eye. He seems more at peace. If that is the case, then it makes sense that he's wearing something of his brother's to give him peace of mind. It's a token he took not because he wanted his brother not to smother him—but because it's something he took as he finally understood that his brother just wanted to protect him even if he hasn't always done it the way Saeran might have liked.

After all, it's not Saeyoung's fault that Rika and V failed.

Something something, these bracelets remind me of shackles after the chains have been broken. Unknown is no longer bound in chains. He's free. What more could anyone want for him? In conclusion, I will say that I love him very much and I'm going to keep staring at him for a while to feel better after this long day. Oh, wait, I have one more left in me.

MC'S DRESS LOOKS LIKE A BIG FLOWER AND UNKNOWN IS THE CENTER PIECE.

#character analysis #mod kait #mysme #mysticmessenger #saeran choi #saeyoung choi

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The Ties That Bind ~ Chapter Twelve

Summary: Although Erebor is his once more, Thorin knows there is still a great threat to the peace of Middle Earth. Azog is gone, but another has taken his place and has sworn to finish what Azog began. Erebor is back, but it’s sadly lacking in protection and as much as he hates the thought of it, Thorin knows there is one thing that will guarantee the safety and continuation of his line.

War is coming and all Eirlys of Mirkwood wishes to do is fight alongside her brother Legolas and the other elves, united with Men and Dwarves in their attempt to quell the renewed tensions between them and the orc army of the north. But, her father, Thranduíl has other plans. Unite his kingdom with the newly reestablished kingdom of Erebor and use the power of both to defeat the orcs.

An arranged marriage that neither side wants, but both sides need. But what happens when the two sides realize that maybe—just maybe—being together isn't quite as bad as they'd thought...

Pairing: Thorin x ofc Eirlys of Mirkwood

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k

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When she opened her eyes the next morning, Eirlys was alone and she thought for a moment that perhaps she’d dreamed the previous night. Dreamed the previous weeks.

But then she heard the soft pad of bare feet on wood and rolled onto her belly to gaze out at the terrace. There, dressed in only his trousers, was her husband. She smiled. He is my husband.

The chill in the morning air did not seem to faze him. He did not shiver. Didn’t rub his hands along his thick biceps or forearms to try to keep warm. Instead, he bent slightly forward—most likely leaning against the railing as she often did—and let the pale early morning sun splash across his skin. It highlighted the swells of muscle along his broad shoulders, down his equally broad back, but her smile faded at the sight of the scars that marred his skin, for there were quite a few. When he moved and the hair that fell halfway down his back shifted, it exposed still more marks. Some were old and had gone white, some were newer and still pink. Some were smooth, but more than one had jagged margins, and she wondered how he’d come by them.

The sunlight shone along his black hair, the ornaments he’d woven into it glinting, throwing off flashes of light here and there with the slightest of movement. She didn't know what he watched, but something seemed to have caught his attention.

She snuggled into the pillow beneath her cheek, perfectly content to simply study him. The previous evening had been nothing short of magical and while she hated to see the morning come, she knew there would be more nights like their first and she looked very much forward to them.

He turned then and her breath hitched. If she’d thought him beautiful in the moonlight, that was nothing compare to him in the daylight. Her dwarf was the powerfully built man she’d ever seen and when he smiled, her heart actually skipped a beat, a soft laugh bubbling to her lips when he grinned and greeted her with, “So that’s why my back grew warm.”

“I’ll not apologize. You’re quite handsome, you know.”

His grin widened as he came back into the room. “I thank you for the compliment, but I’m certain not many would agree with you.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she replied, rising to prop her head on her fist. “They must need glasses, to think such a thing.”

He sank onto the edge of the bed. “I thought this moment might be awkward,” he confessed, trailing his fingers along the length of her hair.

“Why? We did nothing wrong.”

“No, we didn’t. But… it was still nothing I could have prepared for. And I mean that in the nicest way, before you think I found fault with it, or you.”

He skimmed along her hair, over her shoulder, and the caress sent heat streaking through her. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, but she refused to let them close even as she shivered beneath his touch. “I also found no fault with you, Thorin,” she told him softly.

“So I did not disappoint you, then?”

She heard the note of teasing, the hint of a smile, in his voice, and shook her head. “Not at all. Did I disappoint you?”

His eyes darkened slightly and he shifted to ease himself over her. The hair curling away from his chest tickled her bare back, and he nuzzled her, whispering, “I think it impossible for you to ever do such a thing.”

Now she let her eyes close, his lips soft and warm, his beard coarse and tickling her skin as he swept teasing kisses along first her cheek, then over her jaw. Sweeping her hair to let it spill over her left shoulder, he then kissed his way down along her neck, over her nape, across her shoulder. With each pass of his lips, her skin grew more sensitive, the warmth that uncoiled in her belly bubbled into heat that spread through her veins.

He slid one hand along her arm, to her hand, beneath her pillow, and covered it, linking his fingers with hers as he whispered, “Does anyone expect us at this hour?”

Her thoughts came muddy and slow, thick and lazy as she managed to murmur, “I care not, to be honest.”

A soft laugh whispered across her back and her toes actually curled as he kissed down over her left shoulder blade. “Good.”

Thorin crept lower, drawing the sheet down to her hips, pausing when she shivered. “Are you cold, mesmel?”

“No.” She could barely make her voice go above a whisper, she felt so languorous. He punctuated each kiss with a teasing sweep of his tongue, and with each caress, the heat within her grew. The now-familiar knots slowly tightened, slowly lowered into her core. He came back up, flattening again her, his breath warm against her ear.

“Your Majesty?”

Eirlys and Thorin groaned in unison at Madris’ voice. With a muffled growl, Thorin eased off her, onto his back and she winced, calling back, “What is it, Madris?”

“Your father sent me up to remind you of the breakfast before everyone departs.”

Eirlys bit back the oath rising to her lips. She’d forgotten about the breakfast. “Give us a minute, please?”

“Of course.”

“I forgot about the breakfast,” she sighed, sinking back into her pillows.

“It is of no matter.” His words wafted slowly into the air, heavy with what sounded like regret. “There will be other mornings.”

That brought a smile to her lips, one that stayed there even as he gave a rough sigh and rose from the bed to go to the wardrobe, where his chest stood alongside it. “Do you promise?”

“Why, Queen Eirlys, you sound almost wanton.”

He said it with a grin, which warmed her blood once more. “Is that a yes, King Thorin?”

Crouching before the chest to lift the lid, he bobbed his head. “It is most definitely a yes.”

“Good.”

“And now,” he stood, a heavy dark grey henley clutched in both hands, “I will go and assure your maid I’ve not been in here ravishing you silly and if you don't mind clumsy dwarven hands assisting you, I will help you dress.”

“She might not believe you.”

“I am very persuasive when I wish to be.” He drew the henley over his head, winking as he emerged through the neck. “Although, I might warn her we will be late to the breakfast. I think she will understand though, given that we are newlyweds.”

“Thorin, we can’t keep our guests waiting.”

He thumped past her, pausing to bend and press a kiss into her forehead. “If they have complaints, they can come visit me in Erebor to voice them.”

“I like how you think.”

He winked once more and then crossed to the door, where he tugged it open and stepped to into the corridor. Eirlys sighed softly, then reluctantly rose from the bed, crouching to swipe her nightgown from the floor, where it had spent the night. The wrapper lay beside it, but further under the bed, and she snatched that as well, balling both in her hands as she stood.

She moved around the foot of the bed, toward the basket where she’d dump the garments, when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye.

The dark splotch stood out vibrantly against the white linens. Blood.

“I thought you might not want your maid to see that.”

Thorin’s voice suddenly in her ear made her jump. He’d come up behind her without a sound, and slid an arm about her waist as he spoke. A feeling of foolishness swirled through her at her starting the way she had, but at the same time, his concern touched her as well. “It’s silly to be concerned about it,” she murmured, shaking her head. “It isn’t as if no one knows what happened here last eve.”

“Still… it’s no one else’s concern, either.” The arm about her waist tightened briefly. “Although, I’ll wager both houses will await the announcement of an heir’s imminent arrival in the coming year.”

“An heir…” She peered up at him over her shoulder. “I do hope we might adjust to being married first.”

“Of course. But…” He smiled as he released her, and stepped around to whisk the linens from the bed and balled them in his arms. “I rather enjoy how one goes about begetting an heir, so I daresay, we will have one sooner rather than later.”

She didn't answer, not that he gave her a chance. Instead, he tossed the ruined linens into the basket and then crossed back to the wardrobe to tug open the doors. “What did you wish to wear today, Eirlys?”

A sense of unease settled about her even as she forced a smile to her face and said, “I think the pale blue will suffice.”

By early afternoon, the palace became a frantic hive of activity as the wedding guests readied to take their leave. Her father and Thorin had disappeared after breakfast, although neither would tell her why, which irritated her as much as Thorin’s statement about begetting an heir troubled her, and Eirlys tried not to dwell on either as she went in search of Madris to aid her in the packing they need to do to make the trip to Erebor in the coming days.

“Eirlys?”

She paused at a very familiar voice, one she had not heard in what seemed like a lifetime, and turned to smile. “Lachon? Is that really you?”

Lachon of Rivendell hurried toward her, sweeping her up to swing her around. “Did you think I would miss an event such as this? Princess Eirlys of Mirkwood actually settling down and taking a husband?”

She couldn't help her laughter as he set her down, and she smiled up into his warm dark eyes. “My father was none too fond of you, if I recall.”

“Well, now, that would be because he caught me attempting to take liberties with you, if you will also recall.”

“Lachon, we were but children when that happened.”

“I was a boy, yes,” he nodded, tucking her arm through his, “but you were anything but a child.”

Her cheeks grew warm. “Either way, it was a lifetime ago, so I suppose Papa thought it would be safe.”

“And he judged correctly. I would never have missed this.” He looked around, the sunlight glinting russet over the reddish-gold hair streaming down his back. “But, where is your new husband? I should like to offer him my congratulations on winning your hand.”

“He is in with my father even as we speak.” She peered over her shoulder, toward the Throne Room, where she figured her father and Thorin were discing whatever it was they discussed. “I’m sure it has something to do with how many soldiers will accompany us back to Erebor.”

“A wise idea, to be sure.” Lachon bobbed his head as they strolled along the walkway, where sun splashed the wood as if lightning their path. “Gundabad has grown far bolder and if you are making your way from here to the Lonely Mountain, it would be best to have as many soldiers as your father might spare.”

She paused, peering up at him. “Have they grown so bold? I know they’ve ventured closer to our borders in the last few weeks, but are they stronger? They have no leader.”

“Oh, but they do once more have a leader.” He turned to her. “And by all reports, he is far worse than Azog or Bolg would ever be.”

She tried to ignore the sudden knots in her stomach, the sense of unease that settled about her. “And has he a name?”

“Rildu. He is a cousin to Azog, or more aptly, was a cousin to him. And that blood knows no mercy, no empathy, and no compassion. And yes, they are stronger now. Stronger and far more determined to rule whatever they can.” Lachon nodded in the direction of the Throne Room. “From what I understand, he is also to out for revenge for what your husband did to his cousin, and what your brother did to Azog’s son.”

“Wonderful.” Her unease grew. Erebor was almost two days’ travel from Mirkwood. Not incredibly far, but a good portion of their journey would be along open road, which would leave them more than a little vulnerable to attack.

“Let’s not talk about it now,” she told him, forcing a smile to her lips, forcing a cheeriness she did not feel into her voice. “Instead, tell me what you’ve been doing since we last met?”

“A little of this, a little of that.” He shrugged. “You know how I am, Eirlys. I’m not overly fond of doing the same thing over and over.”

“I know, but I’d have thought Elrond would have given you the opportunity to channel your energies into one objective.”

Lachon chuckled. “He has. More than once.”

“And still nothing, eh?”

“I tried to have him speak with your father,” he replied, his smile fading and his eyes growing soft.

A hint of unease unfurled in her belly. “We’ve been through this before, Lachon. And besides, I’m married now, remember?”

“I know, more’s the pity. Although,” the familiar gleam leaped into his eyes once more, “I am happy for you and Thorin, is his name?”

She cocked her head to the side. “You very well know his name and do not try to pretend otherwise.”

“Guilty. But tell me,” he lowered his voice, “does the fact that he is a dwarf trouble you at all?”

“No,” she replied without hesitation, shaking her head, “not one bit. Why should it?”

He offered up a long look. “Surely, you remember well the last time they passed through here. We heard about it all the way in Imladris.”

She sighed. “The last time they passed through here, it was for the wedding of the king’s nephew to our own Tauriel. So, I’ll wager whatever you heard of that was not nearly as horrifying as what I think you’re alluding to.”

“Don’t be daft, Eirlys. You knew I meant the last time they were here uninvited.”

She stared hard at him. Of course she knew what happened when her father imprisoned the dwarves. They escaped and made their way first to Esgaroth, then to Erebor itself, unleashed Smaug and destroyed the town on the lake.

But, all she said to Lachon was, “What is it you’re saying, man? Don’t beat about the bush, but man up and say it.”

“Your dwarf king went mad. Went mad and nearly wiped out your father’s army, your brother and Tauriel, all of Esgaroth, as well as his own kin.” Lachon’s dark eyes almost glowed. “And yet you’ve married him just the same, which astounds me.”

“Why?”

“Because when I asked for your hand, you refused. And yet you willingly pledged your troth to him—a dwarf?”

She rolled her eyes. “I refused you because we wanted different things, if you’ll recall. You had our lives all planned out and yet failed to ask me what I felt about any single aspect. I’d rather not have a husband who plans my life for me without any input from me.”

“And your dwarf has listened to you? Has he taken into account what you want?”

“Although, I’ll wager both houses will await the announcement of an heir’s imminent arrival in the coming year.”

“An heir…” She peered up at him over her shoulder. “I do hope we might adjust to being married first.”

Still, she couldn't very well tell Lachon how Thorin had not troubled himself to ask her whether or not she even wished to have children. “Lachon, you know how families such as mine are when it comes to marriage. It’s all about the alliances that are created.”

“So, it’s one of convenience,” Lachon nodded, “so why not simply say so?”

He stepped closer and before she could do anything, he caught her around the waist to pull her close. “Remember, my grandmother was Oropher’s mistress. We should continue the tradition, Eirlys.”

“What our grandparents did has no bearing on what we do, and you know as well as I do that those rumors were never more than that—rumors,” she told him, shaking her head. “Now, unhand me.”

“We belong together, you know,” his voice lowered, grew throatier, his arms in fact tightening about her, “and you would be but wasted on that fool, mad dwarf.”

“Lachon, don’t you—”

Before she could finish, he caught her lips in a fierce kiss, his arms like bands of steel about her, pressing her own arms almost painfully against her sides. She tried to jerk back, to pull just beyond his reach, but she had no leverage and no way to force him to yield.

“What goes on here?”

The angry growl of Thorin’s deep voice was enough to make Lachon pull back and she was able to yank free of his grasp. “Thorin, I didn't hear you coming.”

“No,” he growled, turning cold blue eyes to her, “I’ll wager you did not. It’s time for us to take our leave.”

She smiled. “Good. I was just coming to find you.”

“Were you?” His gaze shifted to Lachon. “Did you perhaps mistake an elf for me?”

Her belly knotted. “It isn’t quite what you think.”

“Really?” Thorin came up to them, putting himself between her and Lachon. “You were at the ceremony yesterday, weren’t you?”

Lachon bobbed his head. “I was, indeed.”

“So you know that her Majesty is now married. To me.”

“I do.”

“Good.” Thorin offered up a mild smile and then, to both Eirlys’ and Lachon’s surprise, leveled the elf with a punch that seemingly came from nowhere.

Lachon crumpled to his knees and Thorin crouched before him, adding, “If you come near her again, I will kill you. Do you understand that, elf?”

Blood trickled from the corner of Lachon’s mouth, and he gingerly prodded at his already swelling bottom lip as he nodded.

Eirlys pressed her lips together to hold back her smile as she looked over at Thorin. He’d seen the kiss, but he’d no doubt seen her fighting Lachon off as well, which filled her with relief. At least his anger was aimed at the right person.

She moved to slip her arm through his. “I’ve never been so thankful to see you, Thorin,” she whispered, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

“Indeed,” he replied, his voice cold, “and now it is time for us to take our leave.”

With that, he started off, and she stumbled as she tried to fall into step with him. Fury practically radiated from him as he stalked away from Lachon, still on the floor. Eirlys had to practically run to keep up with him, and as they rounded the corner leading to her chambers, she said, “What is the matter?”

“The matter is that you were kissing another man the morning after our wedding.”

“Wait,” she dug her heels into the floor to halt him, yanking her arm free, “I was what?”

“I saw you.” He spun around to face her. “Laughing with him and then the next minute, kissing him. Now, I know you and I might not know each other well yet, and perhaps that isn’t exactly how a marriage should begin, but—”

“I want’t kissing him. He was kissing me.”

He stared at her, eyes cold, arms folded. “As if there is a difference.”

“There is this time! He kissed me and made it so I couldn’t free myself.”

“Is that so? I thought you were trained alongside your brother, with Tauriel, with the others, to defend yourself. Didn’t you tell me that? That you are skilled with a bow and arrow as well as steel? And yet, you could not avoid a single kiss?”

“I couldn't when he’d pinned my arms to my sides, you fool!”

“I am indeed a fool,” he replied with a sharp bob of his head, “for now I am bound to you, my faithless queen, for the rest of my days. You should have but told me your heart belonged to another, for I would have refrained from consummating our marriage and then could have possibly freed myself.”

Her heart beat at triple its pace as she held his angry stare. “If that is what you wish to do, then leave for Erebor without me. I will tell no one of last evening.”

“Your sheets were stained with your virgin’s blood, your maid saw them and for all I know, they’ve been presented to your father as proof of our joining. So, as much as I would now rather just leave you behind, I can do no such thing.”

“I did not ask him to kiss me. I did not want him to kiss me, Thorin. But he did so anyway. I’ve not betrayed you nor am I faithless, but instead fell prey to a man who used his size and strength against me to his advantage and for all I know, he saw you there and that was why he did what he did.”

“We will never know, I suppose.”

“No, but you’ve already made up your mind as it is, so I don't suppose it matters one way or the other.”

“No. It doesn’t.” He turned and strode away, calling over one shoulder, “We leave in thirty minutes’ time and do not think to hide in your chambers. You will be with me in my coach if I must throw you over my shoulder and put you there myself.”

“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,” she snapped.

He paused then, turning back toward her. “Satisfaction?” He shook his head. “There is no satisfaction. I knew better than to trust Thranduíl. Woodland elves lack all honor and now I am trapped with one for the rest of my days.”

“Thorin, I do not lie when I say I tried to free myself from him. I—”

“Of course you did. I saw what a struggle you put up. Please, do not insult my intelligence.”

He bit off the last part as he whipped about and stalked off without a look back. A heavy sigh rose to Eirlys’ lips as she watched him go, watched the way the light played along his silver-streaked black hair, the way it glinted off the silver ornaments woven into those long curls. As soon as he calmed down, he would realize she told the truth. Why else would he hit Lachon the way he did?

Lachon.

She stalked back to where he still sat, his back against the wall, probing the swollen lower part of his face. Crouching alongside him, she said, “If you ever come near me again, Lachon, I will see to it that you never know another woman again. Am I clear?”

“Bugger off,” he mumbled around his puffy bottom lip.

“Gladly.”

With that, she stood up and marched off, wondering who had been fool enough to invite him to the wedding and how she untangled herself from the mess his being invited had created for her.

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dragon-creates · 1 year ago

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Never Grow Up

Funnybunny Week Day Seven: Free Day . Just when Pomni and Jax didn't think their lives could get any happier, their daughter was born.

And thus concludes funnybunny week! I hope you guys had just as much fun as I did and I loved hearing all of your support and feedback. I wanted to end this week off with a bang, and what better way to do that than with a fankid. Once again thank you all for your support and enjoy! <3

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up Don't you ever grow up Just stay this little

Pomni was pretty sure she was sweaty and gross right now, yet Jax continued to look at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. The two were cuddled up on the jester’s bed after the most exhausting day of their lives. Was Pomni sore and tired? Yes. But it was all worth it for the bundle of joy in her arms.

A little baby bunny with brown fur squirmed in her mother’s arms as she slept, wrapped in a soft pink blanket that Gangle had gifted them. “She’s perfect,” Pomni whispered.

“You did it poms,” Jax smiled, his eyes wet as he stared at his two favorite girls, “You created the world’s cutest baby.”

“She is the world’s cutest baby, isn’t she?” Pomni marveled the new-born, the kit making little squeaks in her sleep. “I never believed that I could deserve this.”

Jax turned to look at his significant other, his brows furrowing with concern, “Deserve what?”

Pomni took a breath, readying herself for what she was about to say, “That I deserved to be this happy.”

Jax’s let out a trembled sigh, holding onto the jester tighter, “Oh sweetie. Why did you think that?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s silly, looking back on it. But I always felt like me getting trapped in the circus was me getting punished for something bad I did in my past life,” Pomni admitted, “I believed that I had to be a horrible person to end up here, that I deserved to be here if that was the case, that it was my fault. It took me so long to unlearn that and decide that I wanted to be happy, that I wanted to fall in love with you. And now, here we are and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been-mmmph!”

She was interrupted by Jax pressing his lips against hers, his fingers massaging her hair. She sighed into the kiss, letting herself be and feel loved by the man willing to hand her the entire world if she asked. “You deserve so much and more,” he said once he pulled away, “You’ve been by my side from the day we met. You didn’t put up with any of my shit - you even punched me in the face so hard I nearly blacked out, all because I tried to tickle you.”

“I didn’t see you sneak up!” she whined, “And I said I was sorry.”

“I know and I forgave you,” Jax chuckled, his face softening suddenly, “It was also how I fell in love with you.”

Pomni’s mouth fell slightly agape. No matter how much she thought she wouldn’t be affected by Jax’s words, he still found ways to surprise her. But she didn’t mind, not one bit. “I think that’s how I feel in love with you too…you being a hopeless sap for me,” she giggled.

Jax scoffed in mock offense, “Okay, thanks for that little lady. Already setting such an example for our daughter.”

“Pot calling the kettle black!” The jester snickered, “As if you haven’t already come up with how to raise her into a menace to society.”

“Speaking of our little menace, she’s gonna need a name,” Jax pointed out, “Unless we call her menace.”

“Absolutely not,” Pomni deadpanned.

“Fair enough,” Jax shrugged, smirking slightly.

Pomni rolled her eyes, smiling fondly, “Actually, I was thinking Rayne?”

“Rayne,” Jax thought about it for a moment, looking down at his daughter and stroking her cheek with his thumb. “It’s got a nice ring to it. But if you don’t mind me asking, why Rayne?”

Pomni shifted, she had a feeling this would come up, “Well, because in latin it means…queen.”

Jax froze, his head lifting back up as he looked back at Pomni, tears filling his eyes, “Queen?”

“I knew how much of a mother Queenie was to you before she…” Pomni shook her head, refusing to let herself trail off. “I thought that this name could honor her, to show that she’s not truly gone.”

Jax sniffed, a wet laugh escaping from his mouth as he pressed his forehead to hers, “I love you. I really, really love you. You know that, right?”

Pomni felt her own happy tears escaping as well, “I had a feeling. So, Rayne it is?”

“Yeah,” Jax nodded, “Rayne it is.”

There was a tiny sneeze coming from below at the mention of her new name, as though she were confirming who she was. “Hey little Rayne,” Pomni cooed as Jax’s grin threatened to split his face, “Are you waking up?”

The small bunny’s eyes blinked open, revealing one red and one blue pupil respectively with yellow sclera surrounding them. “Sweetie look,” Jax couldn’t believe what he was seeing, somehow grinning harder, “She takes after you.”

“And you,” Pomni added, leaning into him, “She really is perfect.”

“Just like her mother,” Jax pressed a kiss to her hair.

“I’m still gross,” Pomni grimaced.

“Nope, you’re still beautiful,” Jax wrapped his arms around his new family, “Nothing can change that.”

Pomni snuggled closer with Rayne, feeling sleep starting to wash over her. The same could be said for Jax and Rayne, the two sharing an identical yawn as their eyes drifted shut.

“Welcome to the world Rayne,” Pomni whispered one last time, sleep catching up to her as she joined her child and partner in the dream world.

Truly, this was happiness. And they wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

#funnybunny #funnybunny week #funnybunny week 2024 #pomnijax #jax x pomni #pomni x jax #jax #pomni #tadc #the amazing digital circus #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #dragon rambles

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violetsareblue-selfships · 2 years ago

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Training

Ship: Ayaka x April | Word Count: 682 | Warnings/Tags: fluffy, self-indulgent ^.<

A/N: ehe i nearly forgot i was gonna post this today oopsies but here we are! a little fluffy ficlet for her birthday~ I hope you all enjoy it!!

Ayaka grips her book tighter and resolutely directs her face down towards the pages. She starts to read, but several paragraphs later, she realizes she's not retaining any of the story.

She lets out a little huff and raises her head again, her eyes falling on the source of her distraction. How is she meant to focus on her reading when April's in the same room looking so freaking attractive?

It's her own fault. She can admit that much at least. It was her idea to read while April worked on her training. She just didn't expect it to be this hard to focus with the other girl exercising like this.

If this had been Thoma or her brother or really anyone else, she's sure that she would have no trouble reading her book. She's done that before, actually. It's one of the only times she can spend time with her brother with how busy he is. Though, to be honest, she's also usually working on her sword technique at the same time he is so there's not a chance for her to read like this.

The next move of April's involves her flipping her polearm over the back of her hand and catching it again, the sight of which sends a little jolt to Ayaka's heart. How? How does someone look that good doing something so simple??

And the sounds!! Ayaka hates to admit it but that's the main reason she can't focus. Not with April letting out small grunts and noises of exertion like this.

Necessary noises for this type of exercise, Ayaka's fully aware, but they're causing her face to heat up nonetheless. They remind her too much of… other fantasies of hers.

April sighs softly and de-summons her weapon before beginning to stretch. Ayaka barely holds back a squeak at the idea she might be caught and stares down at her book again. Still, she can't keep herself from sneaking little glances as April stretches.

She thinks she actually does squeak this time when April uses her vision to douse her hair in water, letting out a contented sigh as the water cools her off. April glances over at the sound, a small smirk quirking her lips.

"See something you like, princess?" She teases, giggling as Ayaka starts to stammer and looks down at her book again.

April shakes her head and goes over to the pitcher of ice water that was prepared earlier, pouring herself a glass and downing it. Then she goes over to sit by Ayaka's side.

Ayaka is still looking away, so she jolts a little in surprise when April's fingers gently nudge her chin up. Her face flushes anew at April's eyes so close to hers and April smiles warmly at her.

"Why are you so embarrassed, love? I knew when I invited you here that you'd end up watching… There's nothing wrong with it." April says softly.

"I know. I just didn't expect it to be so…" Ayaka trails off, several words coming to mind but none of them being good enough.

April laughs softly, seeming to know what she means. "It's different, huh?" Ayaka nods the best she can with April's fingers still holding her face up. "Of course, it is. Watching your partner exercise is different than watching anyone else."

"Wait… Is that why… before, when you watched me and Ayato spar…?" Ayaka trails off, both of them knowing what situation she's referring to. April's cheeks slowly turn pink and she laughs a bit sheepishly.

"Yes. That's why I got so flustered back then." April admits and Ayaka hums softly. "I couldn't help it. You look so pretty wielding a sword, my dear."

Ayaka blushes again but she giggles at the compliment. April smiles and leans closer to kiss her softly. "Now, come on. I seem to recall you wanting to have a picnic today?"

"Oh, right!" Ayaka perks up. April giggles and stands up, reaching for Ayaka's hand and helping her to her feet. The two smile and walk back into the estate, looking forward to their upcoming date.

#self shipping #self ship #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self ship fic #self insert #si x canon #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #sakura blossoms 💖🌸#my writing

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amethystjewel01 · 8 months ago

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Couldn't get this out of my head so I decided to write a very important lore bit for Ramtrio

Warning about character death, some gore, and angst with comfort

It was finally over, after everything they went through. Yuu and AJ could finally go home! Sure Yuu knew that she would miss everyone a lot, and so would AJ, but she rather would be home after the constant headache being here caused her.

So why...why did that cat have to go berserk? She knew the reason, he didn't want to be alone. She knew that very well, as she felt alone before bonding with Grim, AJ, and everyone else.

"We have to do something besides that!" AJ yelled. "We can't just kill him!"

"He's beyond the point of returning!" One of the dorm heads screamed, Yuu couldn't remember which one at this point.

"He's not in control of himself! We just have to snap him out of it!" The argument continued, with AJ being adamant on dealing with the beast like the two had for the previous incidents. But the exact words weren't remembered. She barely could remember much of the events at all actually.

Except when just before the final blow was to be shot, all she could see was pink hair flowing in the harsh wind. All she could hear was the round of roaring at first and then...the disgusting sound of flesh being ripped opened.

Yuu's head was spinning as she watched the beast suddenly stop and stare at the person below them, a sudden conscious now realizing their actions. But she didn't care about that, all she cared was a chest appeared before her as a pair of arms wrapped around her, preventing her from looking further.

She didn't get to hear their last words, nor anyone's yells of calming as she tried to rip herself out of the male's arms. Her throat felt hoarse as, not realizing she was screaming their name, screaming for them to hear and wake up. More arms wrapped around her in attempts of comfort, but she barely registered as she her world crashed down around her.

They're dead, that cat...that monster killed them. Why? Why couldn't they just go home? Why did another incident had to happen just right before they had a chance? Why them? Why did it have to be this way?

Why?

WHY?!

"Yuuki!"

Her eyes open in fright, sitting up at an alarming speed. She groans when her head harshly bumps into another, causing both to rub their heads in pain.

"Yuuki? Are you okay? You were having another nightmare." Yuuna softly spoke, not wishing to alarm her further. But at that moment all she could see was the other version of them, the one they had to watch-

She quickly jumps to wrap her arms around them, sobbing into their chest as the horrible memories flooded her mind. She didn't speak a word of what she saw, even when Yuuna tried to coax it out of her. She could never begin to explain it, not to them. She felt fur brush against her arm and jumped when she met the innocent unknowing eyes of Grim, her body freezing.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, it's just Grim." Yuuna whispered, keeping a hand in her hair as they comforted her. "He was getting worried too."

"Of course! Can't have one of my servants be distress!" He spoke. She wanted to kick him and shut him up, but she knew Yuuna wouldn't approve. Though...the small warmth his flaming gave was a bit comforting.

"Grim, why don't you purr a bit? Cat purrs are supposed to be therapeutic."

"Hah?!"

"Shh! Not so loud, just...come on." They tried, stilling keeping their hands busy to comfort Yuuki. Who now was beginning to relax and make sense of their surroundings.

"Hmph, fine!" As the cat forced his way into her lap, Yuuki willed herself to not immediately push him away. As he became comfortable, a low rumble resounded from his throat. She did have to admit it was soothing, but it also unnerved her because of the memory.

She knew it wasn't his fault, she knew and yet she couldn't help herself but want to hate the creature. And really did wanted to...but also couldn't, not after so much she's gone through with him. He was...he was her friend. He was there for the both of them and even disappeared once he went back to normal from guilt of what happened. But...

"Hey, Yuuki. Doing better?" Yuuna asked quietly, snapping her out of her thoughts. She nodded, not able to get any words out. They smiled softly, before guiding the three of them to rest on her bed. "I'll stay with you tonight, that way you won't get anymore nightmares!"

She...would like that, a lot. It would feel like back then, when they shared the dorm leader's room. When they first started to get accustomed to this world. Even if the changes from rewinding events made things different...it was still them, it was still her friends.

Wrapping her arms around Grim, Yuuki let out a small smile of contentment as she felt the warmth of her dormmates.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ramtrio #twst oc #twst yuu

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thefisherqueen · 9 months ago

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Sherlock Holmes: The hound of the Baskervilles chapter X1 - The man on the tor

Another day, another chapter!

The extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the 18th of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. Terrible conclusion? I should emotionally prepare myself for tragedy? Oh damn, I was having such a fun time with all those spooky vibes. Guess I should have expected that at some time actual horror would set in

The first impression left by Mrs. Lyons was one of extreme beauty. Her eyes and hair were of the same rich hazel colour, and her cheeks, though considerably freckled, were flushed with the exquisite bloom of the brunette, the dainty pink which lurks at the heart of the sulphur rose. Admiration was, I repeat, the first impression. But the second was criticism. There was something subtly wrong with the face, some coarseness of expression, some hardness, perhaps, of eye, some looseness of lip which marred its perfect beauty. And these 'failings' in her beauty are an indicator of some failings to her character or morality, I suppose? Don't like that type of storytelling at all. But let's see how this continues before I'm judging the hell out of Doyle

“You knew him, did you not?” “I have already said that I owe a great deal to his kindness. If I am able to support myself it is largely due to the interest which he took in my unhappy situation.” “Did you correspond with him?” The lady looked quickly up with an angry gleam in her hazel eyes. “What is the object of these questions?” she asked sharply. Oh she is fierce, I like her! Come on lady, give Watson a hard time! It's his own fault for not planning what he would say

“The object is to avoid a public scandal. It is better that I should ask them here than that the matter should pass outside our control.” She was silent and her face was still very pale. At last she looked up with something reckless and defiant in her manner. “Well, I'll answer,” she said. “What are your questions?” Watson is damn lucky she's going along with this, considering that he has no actual proof whatsoever to start a scandal

“But if you saw him so seldom and wrote so seldom, how did he know enough about your affairs to be able to help you, as you say that he has done?” She met my difficulty with the utmost readiness. “There were several gentlemen who knew my sad history and united to help me. One was Mr. Stapleton, a neighbour and intimate friend of Sir Charles's. He was exceedingly kind, and it was through him that Sir Charles learned about my affairs.” Another good thing we learn about Stapleton. It really is hard to suspect that man of being up to no good “Did you ever write to Sir Charles asking him to meet you?” I continued. Mrs. Lyons flushed with anger again. “Really, sir, this is a very extraordinary question.” “I am sorry, madam, but I must repeat it.” “Then I answer, certainly not.” “Not on the very day of Sir Charles's death?” Watson's not doing bad in his role as interregator at all

“But why at such an hour?” “Because I had only just learned that he was going to London next day and might be away for months. There were reasons why I could not get there earlier.” “But why a rendezvous in the garden instead of a visit to the house?” “Do you think a woman could go alone at that hour to a bachelor's house?” She has a point here. Doyle is doing wonderful again at adressing the difficulties in women's position “My life has been one incessant persecution from a husband whom I abhor. The law is upon his side, and every day I am faced by the possibility that he may force me to live with him. At the time that I wrote this letter to Sir Charles I had learned that there was a prospect of my regaining my freedom if certain expenses could be met. It meant everything to me—peace of mind, happiness, self-respect—everything. I knew Sir Charles's generosity, and I thought that if he heard the story from my own lips he would help me.” “Then how is it that you did not go?” “Because I received help in the interval from another source.” Holy shit - I thought her husband had just abandoned her, not that he was stalking her. Do we have our main villain here, then? If her husband had somehow learnt about Charles Baskerville's willingness to help his wife get a divorce - that is a proper motive for murder. The question remains: from what other source did she get help?

If this man were inside it I should find out from his own lips, at the point of my revolver if necessary, who he was and why he had dogged us so long. He might slip away from us in the crowd of Regent Street, but it would puzzle him to do so upon the lonely moor. On the other hand, if I should find the hut and its tenant should not be within it I must remain there, however long the vigil, until he returned. Holmes had missed him in London. It would indeed be a triumph for me if I could run him to earth, where my master had failed. Watson's sole motivation: approval of his Holmes (by the way, Watson's making a rather large assumption here that this man and the man in London are the same. I still have a suspicion that the mysterious man on the moor is Holmes himself. It such a Him thing to do, and all the facts so far fit)

Here was luck indeed! And yet I suppressed all appearance of interest. A child! Barrymore had said that our unknown was supplied by a boy. It was on his track, and not upon the convict's, that Frankland had stumbled. If I could get his knowledge it might save me a long and weary hunt. But incredulity and indifference were evidently my strongest cards. “I should say that it was much more likely that it was the son of one of the moorland shepherds taking out his father's dinner.” The least appearance of opposition struck fire out of the old autocrat. His eyes looked malignantly at me, and his gray whiskers bristled like those of an angry cat. Watson finally discovers his acting talent! The key to unlock is in getting people angry xD

I meekly answered that I had spoken without knowing all the facts. My submission pleased him and led him to further confidences. No so surprising: that mr. 'here to be used' and 'he's my master' Watson is good at being submissive But down beneath me in a cleft of the hills there was a circle of the old stone huts, and in the middle of them there was one which retained sufficient roof to act as a screen against the weather. My heart leaped within me as I saw it. This must be the burrow where the stranger lurked. At last my foot was on the threshold of his hiding place—his secret was within my grasp. *is just as excited as Watson is* “It is a lovely evening, my dear Watson,” said a well-known voice. “I really think that you will be more comfortable outside than in.” It IS Holmes!!!! I knew it!!!! Welcome back, my silly detective, missed you :)

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the hound of the baskervilles #the man on the tor

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TASK #11 WRITE A LETTER

triggering / sensitive content: abandonment, cheating.

I hesitate to address this as 'dear dad' because you haven't been for a while. Unless you count the occasional text, or the cards at Christmas time. I'm not even really sure that you remembered my birthday this year, but it wasn't like I was waiting for you to call. I had a good time with Mandy and my friends.

And I know that I'll never actually send you this letter, because what would either of us get out of it? I don't need to guilt trip you into feeling bad about not being in my life, because I've got a great life despite your absence, and I don't see that changing any time soon. I'm happy. I guess I'm just writing it all down because I have the opportunity to, and why not?

At this point, I'm done being mad at you. Which took a long, long time to realize. Because when mom closed my bedroom door and told me that she needed to talk, I knew that it wasn't going to be an easy conversation. I was only twelve years old, and she told me that we were going to move. Not to another apartment, or another area, another part of the city... or even somewhere else in the state. No, we were moving up the coast, to Maine, of all places, and you weren't coming with us. She never actually told me that you cheated, you know that? I think because she wanted me to have a good, solid relationship with you, which maybe makes it harder that you didn't want that with me. I think it took me a long time to reconcile that feeling and realize that it wasn't all my fault. But, regardless, we moved to Maine and I was absolutely miserable. I hated how remote everything was, how quiet. I was also a pre-teen slash teenager who hated life in general, coming into my own and making decisions about my identity in a brand new place, which I guess was okay. Because I got to be Stelly in my own way. So, hey, I guess thanks for knocking up that chick. Helped me find myself?

Mom fell in love, which at first pissed me off (not just because it made me get a step brother, but just because she moved on), but now I an see that he's really good to and for her. She's happy, which is more than I can say about those last few years in New Orleans. I slowly learned how to not hate Maine. I got into photography, and I waitressed after school while I went to college, and eventually took some bartending classes. Now, I'm lead bartender at a sports bar and I kick some serious ass. I got a job with the local paper, photographing events and taking assignments when they need me, and I'm friends with journalists and editors and all the higher ups. I live in a downtown home that I share with some friends, it needs some work, but it feels like a place that's mine. And I have some really good friends who love me for who I am. And a dog.

And Mandy.

I lied, because sometimes I am a little bit mad at you, knowing that you'll never know how cool she is, or how she makes my heart skip a beat when she kisses my cheek. The way she likes my black jeans and ripped tanks, and the way she doesn't mind that it clashes with her pink hair or the bubblegum way she smiles. The thing is, I definitely gave up on the idea of love and relationships when I found out what you did and how much you hurt mom, but then Mandy stopped by Touchback more and more and I realized it was for me, to see me, to spend time with me... and I realized that maybe humans aren't always so awful to each other. Maybe you can genuinely, really care about a person.

The whole point of this was to let you know in my own fucked up way that... I'm okay without you. That I reached that point where life goes on and everything doesn't feel heavy, and I think about New Orleans with fondness in my heart, instead of the bitterness you planted there. But I could be okay with you, too. A part of me hopes that someday, you call instead of text. Just so I know that you sometimes still think about us, too.

#merrocktask

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xx-satoranogerocs-xx · 2 months ago

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Dawn Rising - Chapter 12 - The 2nd Trial

TRIGGER WARNINGS

Memory loss, blood, death, deletion, angst, amnesia, body alternation, kidnapping mention, threatening, violence, bullying, torture, control, possession, tragic backstories.

Age rating: 13+

"I'm Olivia! I'm Akala Island's Island Kahuna!" She introduced herself.

"Tell me all about your pokemon! Please! I want to get to know them more!" She was surrounded by the eager pokemon.

But when it got to Helios, he just stood there.

"What about Eevee?" She excited asked.

"I actually don't really remember much. We probably have a bigger history with each other. But... I forgot it, you see."

"We'll then, that's not worry. Just tell me what you know."

"I actually don't feel too... comfortable."

She nodded, understanding. She got up, patting Helios on the head. "If and when you're up for it."

"Stoutland... you got this." He encouraged.

But stoutland wasn't finding anything.

So much for a treasure hunt. They had nothing to show for the 1st bell.

He sighed. He didn't expect much anyway. He didn't think his luck would ever turn around for him.

He wasn't the only one that had nothing to show for the 1st bell.

But the sun would set soon, and he still had nothing to show.

"Stoutland... tht's just a pebble." He sighed. "Good try, Stoutland."

"You.... didn't get anything?" Olivia quirked an eyebrow.

Helios shook his head. "No... I... I didn't."

"Lana, what do you have?" She turned her attention to the blue haired giel.

She revealed a rock.

"z-ring ore.." he stared in awe, and back at his empty crate, and at the content stoutland. He sighed.

"I think I'll make a z-ring out of this one." She took the ore delicately, "Just for you."

"For me?" She asked in surprise.

She nodded.

"I'm gunna go catch a mega garados in the wild!"

"I didn't know you could do that!" Helios and Ash shouted simultaneously.

"kidding."

"KIDDING?!" They both fell back.

"I'll go fishing with you!" Ash declared. "Oh. I don't have a fishing rod."

"Our family always says to bring an extra for a friend." Lana handed Ash one. "What about you, Helios."

"I uh... I don't know... I'm not very good at that kind of stuff. But I'll come along."

"Hey it's you guys!" Olivia fell off the ride pokemon. She got up right away. "I'll finish the z-ring by tonight. Are you two going on a fishing date?"

"No, no, it's not like that." Lana turned a shade of pink.

Helios sighed. He was used to being ignored. It wasn't their fault. He barely made a single effort to interact with them.

Ash and Lana left. And Helios began to follow. But then something pulled him back.

"WHA!" He squirmed and then fell.

"You're coming with me." She smiled. "You're gunna be my assistant today."

"Assi-Assist-assistant assistant?!" He looked and right. His heart began to race. Panic replaced his emotionless state. "Why not just ask Kiawe?"

"He's busy helping at the farm."

"Right." Helios looked at Professor Kukui. "Professor. I have this really important essay I'm working on for extra credit, right. Tell her."

"Aww, c'mon. That assignment can wait. You have a high enough score in my class. Go have fun and enjoy yourself. Interacting with some other people will be good for ya."

Helios turned back to the eager island kahuna. Feeling her gaze, he knew there would be no escaping from this one.

"Alright..." he followed the black haired girl.

"First order of business." She instructed. "I need you to count all the z-crystals in my drawer."

Helios nodded. He began to count them one by one, counting inventory. 'It's a mess in here!' he began to sort the crystals as he counted them. And then he gave her the report.

"I might have counted wrong. There were a lot of crystals. I'm so sorry. I counted 3 times." He apologized.

"It's the right amount. Relax." She smiled. "I've finished the tea. Come and sit down. I want to know for myself. The mysterious boy with the z-crystal in his chest."

Helios choked on the tea the moment he heard 'mysterious boy.'

"Goodness, are you alright?!" Olivia sat up to aid him.

"I'm fine." He replied.

She asked him questions. But all he could do was apologize and say he didn't know, and tell her what he did know.

"Break time's over." She stretched. "Help me wash the dishes."

"Su-sure." He collected the dishes.

She put the dishes away after drying them. Helios washed them. And then it slipped from his hand.

Crash!

He immediately went to cover his ears.

And then realizing the dish was broken, he went to pick the pieces up to throw the shards away.

"Are you-"

"I'm so sorry. I've been screwing up everywhere! Are you sure you can't find anyone better to assist you?" He spouted out in a panic.

"Goodness, young boy. I'm not mad." She sighed. She grabbed his hand, examining it. "Let's patch you up."

"Hu-Huh?" He finally noticed the red liquid dripping down his hands. In the panic he had so quickly fled into, he didn't realize he had gotten cut by the sharp pieces.

"Help me wash the Stoutland."

"I don't kn-" he began to back away.

"It's really easy." She instructed.

He copied her as much as he could. But he ended up getting kicked in the face by the Stoutland. And crushed. A miserable time, really.

"I need your help battling these Rattata. They aren't willing to leave without a battle. Even with Gumshoos." She instructed.

"Eevee!" He pointed to the group of Rattata in front of them. He couldn't screw up again. "Quick-Quick Tack-Tackle!" He stammered.

'ARSKFNFFKFKKGGJDM' he began to panic upon the realization she wasn't battling with him. Just watching.

"Dodge it!" He instructed. He began to regret leaving his other pokemon in the Pokemon Center for the day.

but Eevee wasn't quick enough with the dodge, and got hit. Helios caught the Eevee flying back at him.

"Eevee!"

He should've said something. He should've told her he couldn't do it alone. His skill wasn't high enough. He was inexperienced. After barely battling despite already the age of 15. He avoided it. Mostly because he didn't want to deal with social interaction. The only person he battled was with Gladion. And he never won once.

He kept screwing up.

"Let's just try again tomorrow. Let's take Eevee to the Pokemon Center for now."

"How is it with Olivia?" Professor Kukui checked up on Helios.

"She's fine. She's nice. And a klutz. But i'm one to talk. I'm a walking disaster! I keep screwing up. If she didn't hate me before, surely she does now."

"I'd like to barrow him for the night." Olivia looked at Professor Kukui.

Helios shook his head at the professor.

"Sure!" He nodded.

Helios screamed internally. No way Professor Kukui just did that. No way Professor Kukui let a walking disaster continue to aid the Island Kahuna.

"Help me with this please." She handed him a z-ring ore. "I've got a mountain of them I need to shape into z-ring."

"I-NO-HECK-NO-FUCK-CAN'T" he stammered, struggling to find words.

"Relax." She encouraged. "Here's how do it."

She helped him through it all.

But the ore split in half. He nearly pissed himself. Scared of the wrath she would give him. And forget her. Kiawe would SLAUGHTER him.

"Try again."

"But-I-but-told-I-you-can't." He stammered. "You-priceless-ore-me-can't-give-me."

"I can't understand you. Calm down." She chuckled.

"You can't just-just leave a priceless object to the hands of a nobody like me!" He finally managed to create coherent words.

She chuckled. "It's alright. I'm the island kahuna."

'I doubt that if you're that lenent about your standards.'

And it snapped again. And again. And again.

All the frustration began to pile onto him. It'd gotten late. He'd been at it for hours. And yet all of them still cracked.

"I told you I can't do this!" He shook his head. "I'm a walking disaster. Why are you so insistent one making me do this?! I can't. Kiawe is a much better choice as an assistant. I've been screwing up at every turn. I can't assist you. I can't. I can't even wash dishes."

In a panic, he ran out of the house. Running into the forest. Before realizing he was in such a panic the whole time, he didn't even paay attention to the roads. Meaning he didn't even know his way back.

He crouched by the shadows of the trees, wrapping his hands around his legs, putting his head on his arms. Shielding his tears of frustration away from the world.

"Helios..."

He jumped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put so much pressure on you." The kahuna apologized. "But there was something I wanted you to get from it all."

"That I'm a walking disaster? I knew that already."

"No. Not that." She stood tall and proudly. Contrary to Helios. "Anyone can make a z-ring if they really tried."

"Point proven."

She chuckled. "No. No. Not point proven. They have something you're lacking."

"A life put together."

She laughed again. "No. Confidence. You lack the confidence. It you don't have confidence, you can't do anything well. If your heart has no faith in yourself, you can't ever do a good job. You have no confidence. If you don't have any yourself, your pokemon can't have any when battling. So Eevee wasn't able to execute the dodge well. You didn't have confidence in yourself to do well in the scavenger hunt. And stoutland reflected that. When washing the Stoutland, you lacked confidence. So you did things unsurely and half-heartedly. That upset the Stoutland. You're lack of self-confidence led to your slip up with the dish."

She reached a hand out to him.

Helios lifted his head towards her.

"That's why I wanted to work with you today. To build your confidence. When you lack confidence, everything you do is unsure and not at full-effort. Without complete effort, nothing can go well. With some confidence, you put all of yourself in what you do. And there's immediate improvement."

". . ."

"It probably doesn't feel like it to you. But I've worked with many promising young trainers. The difference between the ones that passed or failed my trail, was their self-confidence. In themselces and in their pokemon, and in their bond, and in their training. When you passed Hala's Grand Trial, he could see the confidence in your smile."

". . ." He sighed. "But-"

"No more buts." She smiled. She handed him another z-ring ore. "Again." She encouraged. "Have confidence in yourself."

"Not exactly easy when everything you've done ends in failure." He hesitantly grabbed the stone.

"Keeping trying. And when you succeed, I want you to battle the Rattata again."

Helios nodded.

"This isn't normally the trial I give people. But this is the trial I'm giving you. After you drive out the Rattata, you need to battle me. That's your Grand Trial. But to pass, you need to get your rockium-z with the aid of your pokemon."

The morning arrived. He'd been up the whole night. Working on it. It cracked again and again.

"Have fun!" She dropped him back at the Pokemon center with a bag full of z-ring ore. "Tell me if you need more."

"What's that about?" Kiawe's voice made Helios jump and shy away.

"My Island trial. Before the Grand Trial." Helios sighed. Clutching the tools in his hand.

"She didn't give me a bag full of items for my trial."

"Figures I'm the one she's target." Helios sighed.

"What does she want you to do?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"Successfully carve out 5 z-rings from the z-ring ores. In a row." He sighed. "I can't even get one."

"CARVING Z-RINGS?" He exclaimed.

"Something about needing self-confidence. And something like that.... and when i have enough self-confidence, it won't snap in half anymore."

"Anymore?" Kiawe's low voice made Helios squeal in fear. "How many have you broken?"

"UuuuuUuuuUuuuh" Helios backed away from the pokemon center. Kiawe's steps rowards him increased. "A hundred at least...."

"One hundred?!" He yelled.

Helios shrank away. "I'm sorry!"

He ran out the door. An angry Kiawe followed in pursuit.

"REALLY?! THE PRECIOUS Z-RINGS!" Kiawe shouted.

"She told me to do it! Not meeeee!" He ran away from the angry teen. "Stop chasing me!"

"Not until you apologize the same amount of times you broke a z-ring ore." He continued to chase the poor boy.

"AHHHHHH! Ash! Save me from Kiawe!" He ran behind Ash.

"APOLOGIZE!"

"ACK!" He fell to the ground when Turninator crushed him.

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★ WINBRE BOYS + COUPLE TIKTOKS ?!

includes ꣑ৎ : ren kaji , mitsuki kiryu, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hiragi toma , suo hayato ⋆˙⟡ ౨ৎ

cws ౨ৎ : slightly suggestive in kiryu’s part , guns mentioned in togame’s , slight hiragi glaze because he acc deserves it ⋆˙ᝰ

★ REN KAJI + BIG BICEP BF ?!

“ren, do you love me ?”

“fuck outta here.”

if you knew kaji any less than you do you would’ve downed his words like tarantula venom. he speaks with a mouth full of spiders but you know ren kaji so you know he’s all spun silk & no bite. you crawl into his lap and press yourself against his chest.

“that’s not the right answer, ren.”

“god almighty, what is it now ?”

you stifle a grin as he groans against your neck. you don’t miss the way his thumbs crawl up your shirt or the brush of his lips against your shoulders. you ring your arms around his neck and thumb the baby hairs on his nape and god forbid you miss the way he sighs into your shoulders.

“i need you to choke me.”

“we’re breaking up.”

“ren,”

“baby,”

you’re as stubborn as a dog so you kneel on his lap and tug your lips into a pout. ren kaji lays stiff beneath you, eyes brimmed with judgment and lips bent in a frown. he looks at you like you’re girl turned ghost but his thumb draws circles on your waist. you mouth drips gold with honey as you drawl,

“‘s just for a trend, ren. you’re not actually choking me.”

“you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, but his chest blooms with fresh peaches. you look so pretty looking down at him, pink painted lips pressed into a pout and cheeks drenched with crushed cherries. he thumbs at your jaw. “‘m not actually choking you ?”

“no baby,”

he hums and tugs you into his chest. you smell like japanese honeycomb & sucre de pêche. “what do i have to do ?”

“just need your arms…” you murmur, grabbing unto your phone. you straddle kaji’s torso with red bruised knees so he brushes along your thighs with his thumb. you squeeze a bit to crush his neck and kaji stifles a grunt.

“okay, can i put my head on your bicep ?”

kaji is confused but you’re his & you’re pretty so he supposes all is well. he lets you guide his arm under your face as he watches you with hazy eyes.

“what do you need me to do ?”

“squeeze.”

ren kaji always does what he’s told. he flexes his biceps so his muscles press against your skin & god you look divine with flushed cheeks swollen against his arm & ren kaji is only a man so he almost ( almost ) grins at the sight.

“did you get it ?”he releases his arm.

“yup ! love you, ren.”

he thumbs at your knuckles with a touch soft as cotton fields. he never says it back but you know he loves you too.

★ TOGAME JO + GUN TO UR HEAD ?!

“not pointing a gun to your head. no way in hell.”

“just say you don’t love me and go.”

togame sighs as his thumb traces your hips. you have your back flushed against his chest & his chin on your shoulder as you scroll though your phone.

“please jo, i know you’d never accidentally shoot me.”

“not taking chances,” he clicks his tongue, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade as you play the video. suki waterhouse hums through the speakers as a brunette sings along on screen, red dot gliding along the curves of her face. “this is so dangerous, why is it even a trend ?”

“it’s hot,”

“it’s risky”

“you’re no fun, jo.” you raise your head up at him & he looks down at you with bleary eyes. he nuzzles his nose against your hair. “you have no sense of safety, baby,”

“and who’s fault is that ? you do all the safety-related thinking for me. now i’m just reckless and pretty.”

“very pretty.”

you roll your eyes & tug at his jacket, linen between your fingers. “can we please do the trend ? please jo, for me.”

you beg him with puppy eyes but togame doesn’t budge. you don’t miss the thumb grazing across your knee.

“can’t we just use something else instead ? like a laser or something ?”

“it’s not the same—“

“princess.”

“fine.”

★ MITSUKI KIRYU + THIRST TRAP WHILE HE GAMES ?!

“babyy….stop movin’”

kiryu’s breath runs hot against your neck. he grips your thigh with spaced fingers as plump flesh swells through the gaps. you can feel his lips on your nape.

you’re half devil half girl so you don’t care to listen—you continue to lip sync to flo milli as kiryu tries ( keyword, tries ) to focus on his game. you’re writhing in his lap and he must be a bitch in heat because the sway of your hips is hypnotizing.

“when i suck it i look in your eyes, you better fuck me like you mean it.”

oh ?

you sing that part out loud and god forbid kiryu fails to notice. he lowers his controller & cocks his head when you look back at him with toothy grin & cheeky smile. you break into bubbly laughter.

“you should see your face right now, mitsu.”

“yeah ? what does it look like, angel ?”

“pretty,” you kiss his nose & kiryu goes limp as dead daisies. he lets you drag gloss smeared lips against his cheeks as he sighs into your skin.

“sure you don’t wanna suck it for real ?” he mumbles, peering up at you with honey glazed eyes. he resembles a butterfly drunk on crimson flame.

“silly boy,” you giggle as he chases your lips to no avail. “finish your game first.”

★ UME HAJI + WATCH MY BF PLZ !

“guys, help me watch my boyfriend, okay ?”

you set the phone down in front of a confused umemiya with chocolate in his teeth & candy in his molars. he squints at the screen as he pulls molten sweets from his mouth, nose sniffling as he cocks his head at the camera.

“babe ? what’s this ?”

he calls out but you’re nowhere near sight. umemiya hajime is less boy more dog so he opts to bark into the camera. he might be live right now—might as well make the most of it.

“hello ! i’m sure you’re all wondering what i’m eating right now.” nobody gave a fuck.

but umemiya doesnt know this. he doesn’t know there’s no ‘you all’ either. so he runs his mouth like rivulet currents. “y’know what ? i’mma do a candy review.”

his spine straightens. “right now i’m eating…kit kat ! kinda mid honestly. don’t see what the hype’s about, but it’s not too bad. four outta ten.”

“next up, toblerone !” his fingers rip through candy wrapper like wolf teeth through peach flesh. “fun fact, i used to hate these. when i was seven, hiragi threw an opened one at me and i thought they were teeth. swore they bit me too and everything.”

he continues to run his mouth into the camera, “i still hate the shape too. how am i supposed to eat them when they look like they’re tryna eat me back ?”

he takes a huge bite out of the bar, four triangles swallowed as if they’re one. “mmph…could never give them up tho…they taste like—baby you’re back !”

he gleams up at you with chocolate dappled cheeks and lips bent in a clumsy grin. his hands are muddied with melted cocoa and you’re about to ask what the fuck happened, but he grabs at you with chocolate stained fingers and a nose as red as ripe cherries.

“i gave your fans a chocolate review ! how do i see their comments ?”

you smile, heart-aching because you know you’ll get fifteen views at best. “let me post it first, haji,” you kiss his chocolate sticky cheek, “I’ll show you when it’s up.”

★ SAKURA HARUKA + PUT A FINGER DOWN..

“put a finger down if you’d get back with your ex.”

you put a finger down and sakura’s eyes go big as saucers.

“huh ? did you hear the question ? they said—“

“shhh sakura ! the video !” you turn back to the screen and ignore the aching mess of bloody cheeks and pinkened nose beside you. guilt crawls up your throat but you swallow it down like it’s strawberry chambourd.

“put a finger down if you don’t trust your partner.”

two fingers down. sakura’s lips part, “what ? didn’t you say trust is necessary in a—“

“put a finger down if you think your partner would cheat on you.”

three fingers down. “huh ?? do you seriously think—“

put a finger down if you’ve ever cheated on your partner.”

four fingers down. sakura’s had enough.

sakura haruka snatches your phone with dog-like brutality. your face squeezes, “be careful ! are you trying to break it ?”

“you cheated on me ?”

sakura haruka is bitten lips & dry mouth. you should be mad at him for man-handling your property but his nose is red and his cheeks swell with blood. the guilt in your gut is grueling.

“sakura—“

“no, no,” he clears his throat. “you don’t have to lie to me. we don’t need to do this anymore. i know you can do better anyways, or whatever.”

your heart rots like dead pansies. “sakura, baby”

you envelope his jaw and sakura tugs at your arms before letting his own fall away. “if you don’t love me anymore—“

“please shut up, i never cheated on you, i would never.”

“then what was all that ?!”

“a prank, haru,” you press sloppy kisses to raspberry cheeks. “i’m literally going to marry you. i’d never cheat,”

“m-marry ?!”

you grin at the trembling mess of rosebud cheeks with copper in your teeth, “mhm, and we’ll have ten kids, won’t we, haru ?”

“ten ?!”

“yup, gonna run you dry.” you kiss his cheek, and sakura combusts.

★ HIRAGI TOMA + BOW AROUND UR BICEP ?!

“toma,”

“i’m scared.”

hiragi shivers at your sing song tone. the night is dreary, sternum moon bright in midsummer sky. moonlight seeps through the window like rays of god-blood and the wind fans your hair. nights like these always take your breath away.

but not as much as toma does.

he’s so fucking pretty, you think, and god can strike you down if you’re lying. hiragi toma is bruised knuckles & heart tucked between calloused hands. you pried them open like peach flesh one summer evening and it was the best decision you’d ever made. now shark-toothed hiragi toma drives with one hand on the wheel & your thigh in the other.

“oh my days, it’s nothing dangerous this time,” you don’t miss the way his shoulders loosen. “i just want to film a tiktok trend.”

“you told me it was nothing dangerous.”

“it isn’t” you insist, and your heart swells with honeysuckle because hiragi slides his nails up your thigh. “look, i’m just gonna wrap this bow around you, okay ?”

you can see hiragi’s eyebrow raise in the rear view mirror. he scrunches his nose but he’s pliant as a dog in the way he shifts his arm towards you. his biceps flex & you bite your lip because god knows the gutter is your second home. you clear your throat.

“ta-dah !”

you wrap his muscle like it’s a present. hiragi allows his eyes to leave the road and meet your own before glancing at the pink satin wrapped neatly around his arm. he watches you from the corner of his eye as you fish out your phone, camera trained on his bicep.

“done ! see, nothing life threatening or dangerous this time.” you play back the video with giggles leaving your lips. you flash him the phone and toma is met with the footage of the ribbon bulging against his arm. he thinks it’s silly, even slightly erotic in some twisted way, but you grin at your screen with cherry tinged cheeks like you’ve just seen some funny joke.

hiragi sighs. he was still in one piece, so who was he to complain ?

★ SUO HAYATO + COUPLE Q&A !

“what’s my favorite color ?”

“pink.”

suo hayato can’t breathe under water.

you dunk his head extra hard, the ice in the bowl stinging at his skin. when you pull him up his nose is red dappled and his cheeks are swathed in peach jam.

he sneezes, shaking his head much like a dog. suo hayato looks up at you with pinkened eye and sopping wet eyepatch. “did you update your favorite color without telling me, love ?”

“yes, just now !”

“that’s not quite fair, is it ?”

you groan, tucking your knees to your chin. “you’ve answered everything correctly, suo. i’m the only one who’s touched the water since we began playing,” your lips tug into a pout.

suo hayato wipes at his nose. “guess this is your sign to be a better girlfriend, no ?”

you slap his arm and he grins cheekily. “not my fault you’re so secretive. i don’t even know your favorite color.”

your tone is bratty but suo can hear the heartbreak beneath it. wet lips kiss your knuckles and suo mumbles against your fingers,

“dark green, love. it’s dark green.”

you swallow the blood creeping up your throat and clear your chest with a grunt, “okay. it’s your turn now, suo.”

“alright. what’s under my eyepatch ?”

your eyes widen, “suo—!” & the taste of the water is sickening.

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