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This Week in BL - Why so much on right now?
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
NOV 2024 Week 4
Ongoing Series - Thai
Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 12 - Classic old school Thai BL. Of course I love it. NaĆÆve sunshine freshman vs strict older protective boy (who already likes him but refuses to show it). Is he grumpy or just gay and tired of all of these women? We donāt know. We donāt care. We just want to see them fake a relationship. And thatās what weāre getting. I love it. I also love the friendship group, and that the younger brother is in it and he has some of the same magic BL-hottie superpowers as his older brother. Itās great.
Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 10 of 15 - Phun actually turns into dangerous babygirl when he is flirting, who knew? (Dangerous Babygirl is a new archetype I have just invented by the way. Yes, I am pleased with myself.) Noh, who is a nice boy, doesnāt stand a chance. Neither does Jeed, since this new babygirl superpower gives Phun a damn near perfect āback off bitchā face.
The arm drape public claiming, it gets me every time. Has done since SOTUS. Nong Mick is hero-level in this version, hands-down my favorite character this time around (and a non-entity last time). I love him so much I canāt stand it. I havenāt updated my 1:1 comparison yet this week, didnāt have time to rewatch 2014, but I will later tonight.Ā Ā I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here.Ā
Kidnap (Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - What an absolutely excellent final episode. Smiley kisses!Ā
ConclusionĀ
A cute if patently absurd little show about a stuntman who is somehow convinced to kidnap a rich kid except they fall in love. It takes itself a little more seriously than it deserves for such a silly plot and some crappy stunts and contradictory content, but it was a pleasantly romantic experience all around, and I enjoyed myself. Extra credit for Q in that perfect blue color throughout. No complaints, a solid BL. 8/10Ā
The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Jojo directs FirstKhao & JoongDunk in an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) who meet a tattoo artist (First) and a cocky mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao and that we have a take on the Taming of the ShrewBL. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only seen tackled in m/m romance novels (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). My only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy soā¦... this gonna be interesting.
Buckle up buttercups I got thoughts:
Frankly, I havenāt decided if this is good or so bad and so camp that itās good? The latter I suspect. Either way, Iām enjoying it very much, but I had very little doubt that I would. This falls into so many of my wheelhouses. Not just the premise but the casting and the approach and the script. They pretty much knocked it out of the park with the first episode: one night stand + safe sex + linguistic negotiation = Iām in! During the opening sequence I spent the entire time worried about how many fingerprints Bison was leaving everywhere. And then I realized this show is going to require DEMAND we turn our brains entirely off.
We are in KinnPorshce / The Sign territory people. Take emergency precautions! Do not engage brain meats!
Kiss Me Kate only gay and hitmen? Frankly, it sells itself. The music is extremely stupid though. (Brain, stop it!) I gotta say that FirstKhao are good becauseā¦ā¦ FirstKhao. But JoongDunk are absolutely perfectly cast. Like: couldnāt be a better pair in these roles. Dunk, in particular, is slaying. I did not have Dunk as Petruchio down on my ābest casting choice of all timeā BL bingo card, but apparently there he is. Awesome.Ā
Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 8 of 16 - Iām warming up to the second couple a little bit. I actually donāt mind a bully romance the way some do. But this isnāt quite hitting the notes that I want from one. Still, I found this week more engaging than last week.Ā
Secret Love (? YT?) 1-12 of 81 eps - They dropped 12 eps at once randomly on YT totaling about 20 min. So of course, I watched it. Because I have no self-control and STEPBROTHERS! Adopted into a rich family, boy falls in love with heir. But when he is made the heir instead, everything goes wrong. Now enemies the two boys reunite and sparks! I hate this format but dammit I love this utter dross. Itās very early Chinese BL feeling but from Thailand. I donāt care. Itās so stupidly great. This is my kind of BL.
Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - There is something sweetly innocent and earnest about this show. It reminds me of Takara and Amagi or even Light On Me but less stiff - this one is quintessentially quirky and casually Thai about it. Itās interesting that this has an 18+ rating, which means itās either gonna go very violent or sexy or both. Right now I canāt imagine that, it doesnāt suit. But Iām looking forward to seeing where this goes. Junior with his Mean Girl crop top moment is the goddess of the week though. Fierce queen penguin.
Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT?) ep 4 of 24 - I love the side couple so damn much. How are they so adorable? Still not wild about the mains, and not likely to get there anytime soon. That said, I did like seeing the āsleeping in your boyfriendās class while he gives you his jacketā trope drop. We havenāt had that one for a really long time. My Engineer maybe?
Every You Every Me (Mon Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I did find this installment kind of boring. I just donāt like actors as main characters. Much as Iām enjoying this show and I think the actors are doing a good job, I really do wish it was more like what we had been sold on: Connected reborn characters fated to be together over and over again. Not this weird little mishmash of whatever. Iām now annoyed by a format I was initially charmed by.Ā
Jack & Joker (Mon IQIYI) ep 10-11 of 12 - still on hold until it ends or I can cope with the pain. Ā I just canāt go into darkness right now.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 3 of 11 - SNIFF TEST! But done by Japan so itās that much better and more kinky. The way H looks at M pretty much defines naked lust. āI got extra beat up so youād take pity on me and then I admitted it to youā is so damn warped I canāt even with this boy. This feral kid is gonna drive me feral. The power and the control and the execution of this show is just spectacular. I keep thinking about it after its done and telling people IRL about it. (I rarely talk BL IRL.) Itās classy. I do love it when Japan does classy BL for us.Ā
See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 13 - so completely and utterly adorable. The learning sign language thing! I loved it so much.
Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 10 of 12 eps - Possibly one of the best confessions of the year I have to say. Also a wonderful character growth arc for our lawyer. Exactly as one might hope. The plot twist was slightly predictable but still adds a delicious note of tension to our final episodes.
Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 7-8 of 12 - You donāt want me but you wonāt let anybody else have me either. The song of the repressed seme. I did like the irrational jealousy moment and a few other bits, of course the crying kiss. You know I love a crying kiss. Even if itās a somewhat censored one. But this is also leaning a little bit darker than I want at the moment. This being China, I anticipate the darkness and doom getting worse not better.
Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 9 of ? - The incredible migrating lip injury continues. Could we please get on with the BL aspect of this show? Iām getting frustrated as well as slightly bored at this juncture. Pacing darlings. Pacing.
Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Still not sure. I think I like this better than the original, but Iām confused. I did make disgusted scoff noises and say āoh dearā a couple of times. Which makes me sound like a World War II grandpa (only the housemate's cat noticed), but is also classic me when profoundly disappointed by a piece of media. Thatās said, the sex scene was pretty good. In the end, I wasnāt as frustrated by this version of these characters, but they didnāt have as many highs or lows as the original. So first half probably works out about the same in my all-purpose rating system. The true proof in the pudding is going to be couple number 2 tho......
It's airing but......
Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, but I did not find any English subs for it. The first episode seems to be only six minutes long. It is very pulp. But it is intriguing. So I hope it gets some sort of international or something at some point. for now Iāll put it to the wayside.
Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. Itās not what I want from my entertainment.
Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YT) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me + just very very odd. DNF
In Case You Missed it
Love for Loves Sake got some kind of special on 11/9. Not sure what, why, or where. Only the rumor that it...... is. I'll believe it when I see it...... literally. Let me know if you found it.
The Bangkok Podcast covered Marriage Equality in Thailand: More Complex Than it Seems. They missed some of the point and all of the queer perspective. But it's a local lawyer talking about it and how it was implemented, which is quite interesting.
Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave AKA Ore-sama Yakuza to Hetare Shachiku: Kuni wo Koeta Jingi Naki Dekiai, Japan YT. A 30 min slice of ridiculousness. This mini walked out the back of one of my 1999 yaoi (you know those little shorts they always had along with the main story?) and randomly got cut together by some helpful malcontent, tumbled into my YT feed like a Taiwanese prat fall, and I couldn't be happier.
This is the Cliff's notes of a story that could have been amazing, but I adored it anyway. Basically what it says on the tin: office cutie from Taiwan working in Japan runs across hot AF mafia hit man beating up lesser thugs. Falls instantly in love, turns out so does the yakuza. They end up together for...... reasons? (one is cute and the other is cool?) That's it. It's dumb and I loved it. 7/10 because it really isn't good, but it lives on in a very warped corner of my shriveled old heart.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Still to come:
11/28 Spare Me Your Mercy (Thai Thurs iQIYI) 8 eps on OneD (no word on inter) - Increased rates of deaths in terminal patients has a police captain investigating the palliative care doctor with whom he's fallen in love. Their relationship deepens but the mystery persists, driven by mistrust. Adapted from the novel "Euthanasia" by Sammon (Triage, Manner of Death) stars some old guard BL actors: Tor Thanapob from Hormones as the doctor and (fuck me YES) Jaylerr from Great Men Academy and goddamn Grean Fictions as the captain!
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
THIS WEEKāS BEST MOMENTS
We stan a smitten seme who's too reserved for his own good. Sunshine is gonna have this boy wrapped around his little finger in no time. (Well in 12 eps, but we know what we like!) Your Sky
King behavior.
Dangerous Babygirl behavior.
Both Love Sick 2024.
(last week)
The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs
#this week in BL#BL updates#Your Sky#fourever you#Perfect 10 Liners#Caged Again#Teenager Judge#Kidnap the series review#Love Sick 2024#The Heart Killers#Secret Love#caged again#Love in the Air Koi no Yokan#Love in the Air Japan#Every You Every Me#Blue Canvas of Youthful Days#Love is Like a Poison#Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru#Our Youth#Miseinen Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu#See Your Love#Ore-sama Yakuza to Hetare Shachiku: Kuni wo Koeta Jingi Naki Dekiai#upcoming BL#BL news#BL reviews#BL gossip
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need to know if sammy ever finds out about what kevin and will said
part 3! i think this is gonna be the last part to this side plot unless you guys want me to make a part about samy confronting kevin + breaking up with him or anything else you wanted from this side plot
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"i don't know, will, i think you should tell her the truth," ryan mumbled quietly in the kitchen of the hughes house where marcie and gabe stood around the kitchen island nodding in agreement. the blonde flushed, adverting his gaze from theirs.
it was the weekend, 3 days after the fight between will and kevin. the boy's poor bruise hadn't gotten any better either. it turned that familiar purple-yellow-green color where anyone who saw it would stare a little too long and wonder where it came from. samy had invited the guys and her close friends over to her house as a little post-win celebration. the three happened to find themselves upstairs for a moment away from the commotion down in the basement and ryan brought it up first as he watched his friend wince anytime he talked.
everyone knew the brunette was being serious too because ryan never called will by his first name unless he was being really serious. "it's a perfect time, too, because kevin isn't here," marcie added, but all will did was shake his head.
"guys, i can't. you know i can't."
"dude, he fucking punched you first and yet he's the one threatening you with the video of it. it should be the other way around," gabe scoffed and the other two nodded again.
"yeah, i know he's a fucking idiot, but i can't. if it were any other time, any other year, i wouldn't care, but it's the last year of ntdp. they're counting on me and if i can't play, i'm letting the whole team down," will specifically looked at ryan and gabe when he said that part. "plus, if that video gets out, they could take back my decision about boston. i can't risk that," there was so much riding on this and usually, will wouldn't care about any of it when it came to samy, but he had to this time around.
there was a lot of big things coming up in the next few months and he couldn't ruin it by a stupid video getting out (even if he wasn't in the wrong).
the other three slowly began understanding where will was coming from. a sigh escaped marcie's lips, "you having like 15 people from your family going to bc doesn't hold any weight if the video did get out? would they really take away your spot like that?"
"i mean not really, and yeah they could. we have to keep up our grades and hockey which means no funny business a.k.a no video of me punching and tackling some kid to the ground," gabe and ryan nodded along to the blonde's words.
the weight of this situation seemed to be really hitting everyone.
"well, shit. you shouldn't have to be watching your back for the rest of the year just because of kevin's words and actions. that's not fair because you didn't do anything wrong besides punch him back when he punched first," the girl frowned deeply, shaking her head in frustration.
"that's the technicality of it. i punched back. if i didn't, it might've been different but i engaged in it," will sighed too.
"but what if you did talk to samy and she was able to do something about it like talk to kevin and make sure all the videos are deleted?" gabe suggested, but his idea was shot down when the hockey player shook his head again.
"no, i'm not doing that. kevin was pretty serious the other night about more consequences happening if samy did find out the truth. i don't even wanna begin to think what he would do to her or hurt her if she ended up finding out and confronting him. plus, i don't wanna be the one to tell her how shitty her boyfriend is."
"kevin wouldn't hurt her, i know that. he has a weird soft spot for her," marcie cut in.
"either way, that's not the kind of friend i wanna be to her. if she's happy, then she's happy. i don't wanna ruin that for her," the blonde stated.
"well how happy can she really be if her boyfriend is hurting her other friends, especially the one that means the most to her?" ryan pointed out, raising his eyebrow. "i think she'd appreciate it more if she knew the truth than it being kept from her. i think she'd beat herself up more about it if she found out she didn't know."
"who's boyfriend is hurting who?" samy's sudden voice made all four of them jump. she was lingering in the entryway, her gaze finding will's first before drifting across to marcie, gabe, and ryan.
the blonde flushed, his gaze rushing to any of the other three for help. they struggled and quickly knew they couldn't lie their way out this time.
"maybe we should let you guys talk.." ryan mumbled, nodding his head to the door for the others to follow. samy grew even more confused while will glared at them as they snuck out.
"seriously guys?" the blonde huffed.
gabe just winked before completely disappearing from the kitchen. only will and samy were the ones left.
"so.." samy wondered carefully, her eyes on her friend in front of her who shut his eyes briefly.
"wanna go outside? it might be quiter," the hockey player suggested in an attempt to stall for more time and figure out how he was gonna word this.
samy didn't say anything as she followed will to the back patio. the two sat down on the top step, a bit of an uncomfortable silence surrounding them.
"remember when marcie said she hit me on the cheek and that's how i got this bruise?" the blonde finally began.
"yeah?"
"that wasn't true..we were lying to you," will cringed at his own words and avoided samy's gaze.
"lying? what? why? who gave you that bruise then?" the brunette pushed her questions all to which will hesitated in telling her again. she found his gaze, her own clouded over with worry and concern for him.
"your boyfriend," will admitted quietly.
there was a slight pause.
"kevin?"
"i wasn't supposed to tell you, but you walked in at the wrong time when we were talking about it," will looked away again.
"kevin punched you? why? why didn't you tell me sooner? are you okay?" more questions flew from her mouth in a crazy rush.
"because he threatened me, samy. he threatened me with a video of it happening when i punched him back in exchange that i wouldn't tell you," the blonde cut her off, his tone becoming a bit firm which shocked both of them.
"threatened you? will, what the fuck. a video? why did he not want me to know?" the boy cringed for probably the fourth time. he picked at the skin on his fingers to do anything to keep his eyes off the girl beside him.
"we shouldn't even be talking about this," the blonde muttered.
"will, tell me."
"him and his friend tyler were standing behind gabe and i during halftime at the game. they were trying pull a reaction from..from well, me, and tyler started saying how kevin was so lucky because you're the hottest girl at school and he'd totally fuck you if kevin didn't already have dibs. kevin never defended you and it pissed me off what they were saying about you, so i whipped around and told them to shut up and stop. they didn't and we argued and then kevin punched me. i punched back and we started actually fighting one another," the whole entire story slipped from the hockey player's lips and he left out the part where kevin was taunting him about liking samy too.
the youngest hughes was silent for a good 30 seconds as she processed everything will just told her. he sat there nervously awaiting her response.
āthen he threatened me with a video of the whole thing and how heād post it so iād get in trouble by my coaches if i ended up telling you or anyone else the truth about what happened,ā the blonde continued when samy didnāt say anything.
āholy shit, will. i didnāt even know or even suspect..ā the girl trailed off.
āi mean how could you have? we lied to you and iām sure kevin did too.ā
ājesus..thatās why you didnāt wanna tell me?ā they finally met each otherās eyes.
āif it were any other year, iād tell you in a heartbeat, but with this being the last year of..everything, i couldnāt risk it. iām sorry. i shouldnāt have..ā
ādonāt apologize to me. you have nothing to be sorry for, will. you didnāt do anything wrong. fucking kevin did and punched you and iām so sorry he did,ā samy shook her head.
āi was just scared of what heād do to you if you found out the truth and confronted him if he could throw a nasty punch like that to me,ā they both frowned.
āwell, i am gonna confront him either way. he shouldnāt be doing this shit, especially to my friends. i-i shouldāve known. i donāt know why i didnāt push further about it to the other night.ā
āif he finds out you know heās gonna do a lot of real damage,ā will grimaced.
āwell, iāll make sure he doesnāt. trust me, will. he has a soft spot for me. iāll make sure he deletes that video and..i think iām gonna break up with him,ā the last part caught will of guard even though everyoneās been wanting that since they got together.
ābreak up with him?ā
āiāve been thinking about it for..since three weeks into the relationship but i wasnāt sure. this can be my real excuse that i donāt wanna be with someone who treats my friends that way,ā the girl explained with another shake of her head.
āi-i didnāt..i donāt wanna be the reason you break up with him though if you really like him,ā will sputtered.
āi donāt..really like him. he was just someone that was there..i donāt know. heās been saying shit to me and i just donāt wanna deal with that anymore.ā
āshit, iām sorry, samy,ā the hockey player frowned.
ādonāt worry about it. thanks for telling me, will. iām glad youāre okay and please donāt be afraid to tell me stuff like that. youāre my best friend and i donāt want people hurting you because youāre someone iām close with,ā she caressed the bruise and her touch sent willās entire body on fire.
she was so gentle with her fingers and those thoughts willās been trying to keep down came running up his chest like a finish line. so much so that he nearly did something about it until the back door flew open and the two pulled apart.
āshit, sorry,ā it was lauren.
āyouāre fine. whatās up?ā samy jumped up.
ānothing, we were just looking for you. didnāt mean to interrupt..ā will stood up too and quickly shook his head.
āyou werenāt interrupting. we were just talking,ā the blonde managed.
lauren glanced between the two again before slowly nodding and disappearing back inside. will let out a small breath he was holding it, shaking off the feeling of how close him and samy were to kissing.
āiāll talk to him. donāt worry, okay?ā samy said one last time, her hand on his arm.
āyeah, thanks,ā the blonde smiled.
she returned his smile before the two headed back inside to continue the party. the rest of the night willās mind was filled with the feeling of samyās touch on his skin and how he wanted it to happen again and again.
#will smith hockey#hughes!sister x will smith au#samy x will#samy hughes#will smith x oc#will smith imagine#boston college hockey#boston college#uofmichigan#umich hockey#wi smith hockey fluff#will smith hockey angst#ws6#wsh2#umich#umich blurb#umich fic#umich imagine#umich wolverines#umich soccer#san jose sharks#sjs#sj sharks#gabe perrault#ryan leonard#bc eagles#bc hockey#nhl#nhl hockey#umichsoccer
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i am getting paid very little to sub but i very much do care about whats going on with these kids and i wanna leave them all with something good
#i wanna do more research into stuff im bad at but i also am paid SO VERY LITTLE#jordan talks#even if i become a teacher like ill still not be paid a ton#but rn its like basically 11$/hour which is ā¦ā¦.. not great haha#and i wanna improve the sub program so bad#like give us some extra paid trainings so we arent fucking up the kids#also rip to the school system in this state i know it is kind of horrible#i want there to be more engagement with the kids of color!#and i dread when our conservative government starts trying to band books n shit like in florida#i know they have tried it in my hometown in another state#and i know they already passed that bill banning trans girls from girls sports#even when we fought SO HARD against it#hhh#i did at one point think about running for school board when i got older bc#the candidates Suck#anyway#i do like it it does feel fulfilling i love being able to tell my bf about all the silly things the kids did when i get home#i am still not sure what grade levels id prefer#high school gets up way to early but i might consider it if i can skip having a first period lmfao#I do love little kids in elementary but it is so difficult to get them to listen lol#middle school is like a good compromise but they are also . going through such a weird and rough time in their lives#elementary school teachers should be millionaires
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Dog Groomer Eddie
Eddie who faces the facts that he needs a skill besides music to make money because he loves the band, loves playing, but man the pay is shit. And heās a dog person, never been able to have a dog and his apartment doesnāt allow pets either so he tries his hand at dog grooming.
Heās actually like, really good at it. Works at a groomers for a couple of years, wins contest that rewards him with some cash and the notoriety needed to find an investor and start his own dog salon.
Fast forward, Steve is visits a dog groomer that was recommended to him by a friend called Metalhead Groomers. The place has metal playing from the speakers which is a weird choice, but it sticks true to the name. The guy at the front has the name tag āJeffā who has piercing and tattoos, large guy, very intimidating.
But the place looks clean, it has 5 stars, and when Jeff checks in Antoinette heās actually super nice, like a gentle giant. So Steveās like, āI donāt particularly care for a cut, you can do whatever.ā
āDo you want the full package? It includes a bath, full hygiene routine, dye job, and a specialized cut.ā
And steve does not process the ādyeā part and agrees.
So see, Eddie, and by extension Metalhead Groomers, is known for their really eccentric and creative work. Itās how Eddie won his first contest after all. And the best worst thing you can give an artist is full reign. But free rein of a standard poodle?? A dog groomers dream come true.
When Steve goes to pick up Antoinette, Eddie hands her over andā¦
Her ears are curled and dyed in pastel colors with bows and sparkles. Stands of hair above her eyes are streaked pink and look as if theyāre some type of falsie lash. Her legs and tail have been dyed a pastel blue ombrĆ©. The rest of her body shaved down except for some plush detailed work of large light pink hearts on her sides and a detailed bow on her lower back . Her tail is fluffed and cut into the shape of a heart.
āWhat the fuck did you do??ā
āDude, you asked for the full package and said ādo whatever you wantā soā¦ tada! I took some inspiration from her name, but this is kinda mild compared to my other work tbh.ā
It takes Eddie explaining that that itās pet safe dye, she wasnāt hurt, and actually enjoyed all the attention she received for Steve to calm down.
Fast forward a week and Steve comes back into the shop to apologize for blowing up on Eddie. Turns out Antoinette (Nettie for short) is a service dog and her look actually helps people be more aware of her. Steve also feels safer that sheās more identified cuz apparently thereās actually people that steal service animals?? Eddie was not aware of that. Plus, Steve works with young kids and they love Nettieās look, it makes them more comfortable and engage more.
#steddie#bee speaks#steve harrington#eddie munson#artist eddie munson#dog groomer Eddie#Metalhead Groomers#steddie headcanon#steddie ficlet#steddie prompt#disabled steve harrington#service dog#Steve harrington has a service dog#nettie service dog au
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Iām more drawn to the idea of acting/thinking like a kitty than acting/thinking like a child but I definitely consider myself a Little baby cat
And lately Iāve been wondering if more āchildlikeā play would be good for me
Just the innocent enjoyment of toys or bubbles or stuffed animals or cartoons. Etc.
You can obviously enjoy those as an adult too!!!!I just had trauma so young, it feels like a lot of my childhood was marred in a way and ā¦ I kind of want to explore what itās like to revisit things that made me happy when I was younger.
#I do think I still had a good childhood#itās not as though everything was bad!#I just had a few ā¦ very very bad things happen#and Iāve been thinking about making an effort to be kinder to myself#and more playful#and embrace things I used to want to engage with as a child#I also like the nostalgia of sort of uncanny 90s/2000s kids spaces#like old bouncy houses and birthday party rooms and Chuck E. Cheeseās#with bright primary colors and balloons and paper plates and the smell of soda and cheese pizza#thereās so much I remember and yet#so little#some of its just ā¦ blurry#some of its lost#I donāt know if Iāll get it all back#but maybe I can just work on being what I need now#and reconnecting with whatever bright-eyed joy I felt in between all the bad.#personal#idk
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YOUR? OUR MARGARET
PAIRING: Leon Kennedy x Single mom!reader
SUMMARY: Life slowed down when Leon first saw those tiny rays of sunlight. But he didn't think he would fall in love with the whole sun. Or: Leon falls in love with a single mother.
WARNINGS: Brief mentions of alcohol, government, leon's traumas, love confessions, Leon is a bit insecure and awkward but he's also a sweetheart and has a soft spot for kids, cheesy and corny type of love, this is just fluff believe me!
WORD COUNT: 4.5k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If I had a nickel for every time I've written about Leon's transition from vendetta to death island I would have two which it isn't a lot but it's funny it happened twice. If you wish to know what song Leon played this is the one I had in mind. As always, I hope you like it. This is my Valentine's Day fic for today!
MY MASTERLIST
Gruesome scenarios and depressive states of mind have tainted Leon's path in life. However, the grizzled and gloomy agent has had a rather rough patch this last year in which he was left alone to die in his own sorrowāRaccoon City, Spain, China and his already-known addiction took a toll on him.
He doesn't have anyone to blame, nor does he want to. Yeah, he could blame the government for stripping him of his innocence and his genuine wish to help people but he felt like he had failed his nation, not the DSO, not the FBI, just him.
Behind closed doors, in the white house and for everyone else he's Agent Leon Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy, and if someone were to ask the president he'd say he's the most trusted weapon the country has.Ā
He has grown accustomed. His shield has hardened to the point he's numb to most things he should find disturbing or annoying yet he couldnāt help but wish someone would see him the way he really is.Ā
A bittersweet feeling grew in Leonās system. Alcohol no longer brought the same dull sensation thatād put him to sleep even in the loudest and sleazy bar. So, slowly he grew out of his addiction. Not alone, though. Alongside him were a couple of therapists which he reluctantly confided in. Not because he didnāt believe in mental health, but because he thought it wasnāt for him.
Also, his friends made his life a bit better. Spare the man the embarrassment, but friendship does indeed make you see the world more colorfully. It was nice hearing his name slip out of his friends' lips. Leon, Leon! Aww, Leon.Ā
However, life didnāt prepare him for the moment his name was replaced by a:
Dada.
Therapists had told him he should look for a hobby, something thatād fill those moments where boredom or monotony would push him to fall back into his deadly addictions. And he completely understood, he ought to follow the expertsā advice in order to actually improve.
It was rather easier, he was not a complicated man.Ā
Even before the Raccoon City incident, he loved exercising. Whether it was lifting weights, cycling, or plain running heād always be found doing something. The mere thought of just lying in bed was something heād never engage in, especially not now that heās getting better.Ā
So, he combined two things. One he was familiar with and a second one he hasnāt been able to really connect with: nature.Ā
Near his current apartment, there was a small park in which he goes jogging. Usually, his schedule would only allow him to go there in the early hours of the morning where the only people heād find were retired grandparents who danced to some Spanish music he couldnāt understand.
Peaceful, he liked it.Ā
But when he was getting used to his daily morning jogging, a call from work told him they needed him ASAP. So, his little detoxicating activity would be postponed to the afternoon.Ā
After dealing with the usual stress from work, calls from Hunnigan, and a rather bothersome headache, he got to his apartment and decided to get ready and not skip his so-needed jogging.Ā
The afternoon sky was painted with a hue of blue mixing with the slightest orange color, the gentle breeze hitting Leonās face as he jogged around the park. His tempo never missed a beat not even after an hour or so between his physical training and some pauses. Sweat fell from his forehead and onto the ground with each step he took, meaning that he was reaching exhaustion.
At last, he found solace under a tree that cast a shadow, perfect for Leon to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, he let his lungs inhale as much air as they could.
His peaceful moment was broken when a tiny voice called out for him. Or rather, mistaken him for someone else.
āDada!ā A little girl came walking to where he was seated, wobbly steps trying to reach him.Ā
āMargaret!ā You appeared out of nowhere before the toddler could reach and hug the stranger. The giggling and excited kid seemed to have heard ārun fasterā by the way she didnāt stop at your call.
A hint of confusion washed over Leon as he watched the scene develop with rather curious eyes. A mop of curly hair running away from your grasp. The white dress turned into a slightly brown color, Leon guessed the child must have been playing in the dirt.
And then a glimpse of a faint smile replaced his previous bewilderment as his eyes fell on you. As you tried catching your daughter, he observed her antics and your patience.Ā
Finally, your hands lifted the little one as her tiny legs kicked in the air, ready to run in the air.Ā
You fixed Margaretās dress and messy hair while her bright eyes continued being focused on the man sitting on the grass. Her hands doing the typical āgrabbyā motion to Leon. Sighing in defeat, you spoke to the man.
āSorry, donāt know what happened.ā You sheepishly said as you offered the man an apology for your daughterās previous mischievous actions. āShe usually doesnāt call random people dada I assure you.ā
āShe gave me quite the scare.ā Leon chuckled as he got up from the grass. āMy past actions flashed before my eyes.āĀ
āAs I said, Iām sorry.ā You repeated your words while your daughter tried wriggling her way out of your arms. When she saw that her motherās grip wasnāt budging, she took matters into her own hands.
She started crying.
You werenāt letting your daughter play with a stranger, that much you knew.Ā
āMy nameās Leon, by the way.ā Leon said, extending his arm, but he pulled back as soon as he saw that you were too busy handling the tantrum your daughter was having.Ā
You told Leon your name which easily fell from his lips to confirm he heard you well. āDo you normally come here?ā You asked.
āYes, but just in the mornings.ā He responded, watching the little one pouting. āSomething came out today so duty called. Cops donāt rest.ā
āWait, Are you a cop?ā You seemed to relax at the revelation and he couldnāt help but get a Deja Vu from this little interaction. A friend of his asked him the same question, but at least now he wasnāt surrounded by zombies.
āA copā¦ā A whisper came out from Leonās lips, a playful yet gentle smile formed on his face. āKinda.ā
āIāll assume youāre way more important than that.ā You adjusted Margaret in your arms when she finally calmed. Although she kept on staring at Leon, her bright eyes focused on him. āBecause if you were indeed a cop or a chief youād be puffing your chest out.ā
āAre they always like that?ā He acted surprised.
āHere, in New York? I donāt knowā¦ you tell me.ā
Itās been a while since he last spoke with someone this freely. Surely he has talked with his friends a lot. But they were people he had previously known and shared the same past as him, a connection to the outside world seemed impossible and even greedy in a way.
Soon, both of you found yourselves unable to stop talking, even Margaret chirped from time to time, making her opinion loud and clear. He got to know a bit about you, and you got to know little fragments of his life. The ones who wouldnāt lead him to share more than necessary, obviously.
Despite the rough exterior, his constant frowning stopped as a soft expression replaced it. Margaret's chubby hands absentmindedly held one of Leonās fingers as he spoke with you, blabbering and being overjoyed by his presence.Ā
However, her cheerful mood slowly turned sour as soon as she got hungry. Glassy eyes and sobs warned you that the conversation would come to an end.
āYup, I gotta go.ā You murmured trying not to bring more stress to your already distressed baby. āIt was nice talking to you.ā
āLikewise.ā Leon kept his hands in his pockets, unable to come up with anything else. He wanted to say that perhaps they could repeat this. But then again, heās been so deprived of normal social interactions that he no longer knows if that would sound creepy.Ā
āHave a good night.ā He decided it would be the wisest thing to do. He watched your soft expression as you took your little girlās hand and waved goodbye.Ā
Ever since that little interaction, his schedule changed. His morning routine was long forgotten. An excuse was made, something between the lines that his shift changed so he has to work in the mornings.Ā
And he was delighted to spend time with both of you. The highlights of his whole day would be getting to hear about you and Margaret.Ā
Each day that passed meant new memories being made. From the way he got to know Margaretās favorite ice cream flavor to your childhood dreams. Every detail mattered for him because he could now see how simple life could be.
He tookāboth of you mostlyā on little dates. Let it be to try a new cafeteria near the park, drinking an americano while Margaret drank from her sippy cut which was filled with chocolate milk.Ā
However, there were times in which Margaret would stay with a friend of yours. Allowing you to be alone with Leon. And while he appreciates the joy and happiness your daughter brought, he also loved the moments in which he could focus just on you.Ā
Sadly, years of training didnāt prepare him to man up and make the first move. When he thought he would brush away every insecurity and second guesses, something would come up.Ā
He wanted to grab your hand, the waiter would come at the worst time. He wants to compliment you, he'd almost choke with his own saliva. He wanted to give you a goodbye kiss after driving you home, someone would call him.
It was as if the universe was against him.
Thankfully, you had picked up those hints. And if Leon wasn't the luckiest man out there, you can help him in his predicament.
On a usual afternoon, as Margaret played with the leaves that had fallen from the trees, you shot him a question.
āWould you like to have dinner with me?ā
āHuh? Yes, it sounds nice.ā Leon absentmindedly replied, thinking it would be like the rest of your dates.
āI meanā¦ In my house. I don't think I've invited you yet.ā
In the meantime, Margaret had grabbed some leaves which she placed on Leon's hair. The man didn't even react to it, already used to her antics.
āI wouldn't like to intrude.ā
āYou wouldn't. See it as a friendly meeting.ā
Friendly meeting, of course. He couldnāt be so selfish.
āIf you insist.ā He says as the little one giggles, her smile just showing two teeth. āWhen would it be?ā
āAre you free this 14th?āĀ
He nods, he doesn't even remember if he's in fact free. But he'd make time.Ā
Besides, who works on Valentineās Day?
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He wishes he would've realized about the implications of the day sooner.
The other dates have been nothing but platonic. Of course he had been nervous, biting his nails to the point where had to put on clear nail polish.Ā
But this one is for Valentine's Day. Day where people confess their love in dramatic ways. Some lucky people even propose on this date.Ā
Leon has been out of the dating game for years. He believes he'll mess it up somehow, especially as he sees the reflection of himself in the mirror.Ā
Of course, he knows he's getting better. But his appearance tells everyone otherwise. His hair continues being dark, a big contrast from his past self whose blond hair would be the talk of some people.
The palm of his hand brushes over his stubble cheek. The sensation of those tiny hairs is similar to blades. He looks at his watch, there is no time to shave. The last thing he wanted was to be late on his first date.
He sighs and walks toward the table, on top of it are two bouquets. One has multiple red and pink roses, that one is for you. The other one consists of a single white rose, for Margaret. Even if he has forgotten the basics of dating, he wouldnāt go empty-handed to your home.
The drive to your house isnāt an easy one. Not because he lacked driving skills, he is pretty much proud of how well he could drive when he is not facing life-or-death situations.Ā
He takes his car, just for today. He knows he has to be himself and show you his love for bikes. But he would be lying if he wasnāt a tad scared about coming to your house driving his usual motorbike. What would you think? Surely youād dump him for risking his life or something like that.
But he is so damned anxious. He turns on the radio, trying to muffle his thoughts but the first thing that comes up is a Valentine's Day advertisement. āDonāt mess up your date today! Try our newest product andāā Heās trying, he doesnāt know what the ad is talking about but he needs no product for this date to be a success.
He turns off the stupid machine. After all, todayās music sucks. Nothing personal, he just doesnāt like it. Heād prefer if the radio played real music. Some Deftones and Korn would do.Ā
But right now heād dance to anything. Valentineās Day, after all, should be a romantic getaway from the normalcy of life. Even though years had made him a corny individual, if itās with you, romanticism should never die.
Heās rambling, his head is a mess. He sees himself slow dancing with you, Somethinā Stupid playing in the background. He foresees a future in which he could paint next to your daughter, suns and trees never looked so pretty as he imagines that scenario.Ā
Dating you would come with the whole pack, he knows well. But even at his age, he still feels like a broken child whenever he sees himself in the mirror. Memories of his innocence being stripped away of him and his present still clinging on to the faint threads of hope.Ā
So thatās why he made the promise of taking this relationship seriously. No matter if you end up being nothing more than friends. People often say that you just know when you meet the one. And he saw the beacons of lights announcing the whole sun when he met you and your little one.
Eventually, he reaches your home. Double-checking the address you had previously sent him over text, he confirms this is the place you live in. A modest house, enough for you and Margaret.Ā
He switches off the engine and takes out the key from the ignition. Placing his hands one last time on the steering wheel, he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. And with a newfound conviction, he grabs the two bouquets and gets out of the car.
When he walks towards the door, he immediately knocks. If he dared to wait just a second just to calm his anxiety, heād spend at least 5 minutes staring at the wooden material. So, he sacrifices that priceless time in order to face reality.
A ācomingā is heard by Leon a few seconds after he knocks. Eventually, the front door opens and you welcome him with Margaret in your arms. āHey.ā You greet him, Margaret doing the same as she waves her hand.
āHey, you two.ā Leon says with a warm smile, trying to hold back the fact that there hasnāt been a better image than this. āI couldnāt come empty-handed to your house so I took the liberty to bring you these.ā
Leon then hands you the bouquets he had broughtāthe bigger one for you, and the smaller one with a single rose for Margaret.Ā
āAre these for me?ā A dumb question, of course. But thereās no harm to ask and surely it would get a nice reply from Leon who has been dancing around the idea of flirting with you. Too scared to come off as awkward and silly.
āI donāt see another pretty woman around here.ā It slips so smoothly out of his lips. Leon Kennedy, you still got it, he mentally praises himself.Ā
āYeah, right.ā You roll your eyes, satisfied with the answer you received. āPlease, come in.ā
Leon nods and enters your house. The living room was nicely organized, and the way some toys blended in with the decoration brought a smile to his face. The perfect balance between the sober expected room with the colorful and childish playthings.
You set Margaret on the floor not before giving her the rose Leon gifted her. She absentmindedly walks toward the couch and sits down to inspect what an amazing thing the funny man brought.
āWell, looks like she likes them.ā Leon hums as he watches how Margaret starts happily tearing the flower into tiny pieces. Her antics filling Leonās heart, he could get used to this feeling.
He wants to.
āYup, definitely.ā And your eyes meet Leonās, his piercing blue eyes are not cold as he often thinks. They remind you of the beach sea, of the gentle waves and the gentleness they carry.Ā
And he sees himself in yours. In your eyes, he isnāt a cold and depressed agent who is fighting off the odds. He admires the man heās becoming. The man who despite everything he has experienced, wants to do better.
āI havenāt told you yet butā¦ā Leon trails off as he gathers the courage to do this simple yet nerve-wracking action. āHappy Valentineās Day.ā
He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses your knuckles. A gentleman through and through. If he could win your heart, heād do anything to protect both of you.
Although he was lying, even if he werenāt to win you over, you have already gained a friend who would literally save the world for you to live in with your most beautiful miracle.Ā
āYouāre sappy.ā You shake your head laughing, but you donāt push Leon away. In a way, your teasing comes off as a thank you.Ā
āAnd you break my heart.ā He chuckles, letting go of your hand which falls to your side.
As it does, your eyes fall on Margaret. While she continues playing with torn pieces of the flower, you see her head swaying slowly from side to side, as if fighting off sleep.Ā
āItās nap time for little Margaret.ā You break the silence as you walk toward Margaret whose tiny fingers still try to tear up the already destroyed rose.Ā
You pick up Margaret and with the way she isn't getting fuzzy, your assumption was correct. She is fighting against Morpheus, sadly losing.
You glance at Leon who is standing in the same place you left him. Admiring the scene of you carrying your daughter.Ā
āWould you like to help me?ā You murmur.Ā
Of course he does, he wants nothing more but to embark on this new life. He has seen so much horror and for once, he wants to indulge in this domestic dream of his.
āIf you let me.ā
Humble, timid, and definitely not showing how enthusiastic he was about helping you.Ā
You nod and guide him upstairs. Margaretās room was just next to yours, even though you prefer to sleep with her, still too nervous about her getting tangled in her own blankets.
As both of you reach the room, shades of pink and white greet Leon. Some toys are scattered around the floor too. Proof of Margaretās wholesome behavior.Ā
Margaret shifts in your arms, her previous peaceful demeanor changing given the frustration of not falling asleep yet. She is pretty much easy to handle when nap time comes, but today is one of those days.
āYou told me I could help.ā Leon's hushed voice reaches you. His eyes express the need to assist you in a task like this.Ā
āSureā¦ā Your heart flutters as Leon steps up to help you. You indeed asked him if he wanted to come with you. But the fact he had so eagerly accepted the role made you appreciate him even more.
If that was even possible.
As Margaret starts letting out soft cries, you hand her to Leon who is quick to catch her. At first, Margaret is held rather awkwardly which brings a smile to your face before her cries get really serious.
You help Leon by moving his hand. That gains a quiet āok okā meaning that he got the hang of it.Ā
He positions Margaret on his chest, her face seeking the crook of his neck as she continues letting out tiny sobs. With his hand supporting his back, he rocks her.
If anyone were to see him, they'd think he's a father holding his daughter. But in his mind, he's holding your world, his world.Ā
Oblivious to it, Leon started humming a song. He doesnāt know where he had heard it before. Maybe it came from his mother, a memory he thought was deeply buried in his mind.
Eventually, your baby falls asleep which definitely boosts Leonās mood as she grins. He's built for this! He thinks.
He lays Margaret in her crib. The little one breathes slowly as she drifts off to dreamland.
Both of you slowly and quietly walk out of the room making sure not to make any loud noise and wake the sleeping princess.Ā
As you slowly descend from the stairs and are once again in the living room, Leonās mind is filled with expectations.
What's next?
What is he supposed to do now?Ā
As if on cue, your words break the silence.
āI forgot to order the food.ā You sheepishly admit as you nervously laugh. Between cleaning the house before Leon came and taking care of a toddler the fact that a dinner without food wouldn't be a dinner slipped out of your mind.
āI'll do it right now just give me a second to search for this one restauāā
āHey, it's okay.ā Leon reaches for your arm before you can walk toward where the phone is. He takes this opportunity to do all the things he has wanted to do with you. To accomplish each one of those silly yet endearing wishes of his.
āBesidesā¦ this is a great excuse for us to bond more.ā
He lets go of your arm but instead, his hand takes out his cellphone. Your eyes curiously watch as he types something.
For a moment, Leon doesn't utter a word and you can see how his fingers are slightly shaking.
Leon looks up from the phone and gives you a gentle smile before he sets the phone aside. After a couple of seconds, the slow and wistful chords of a piano announce the beginning of a song.
āMay I have this dance?ā Leon extends his hand toward you.Ā
You opt to accept his hand. In the back of your mind, you wanted to tease him one more time. Just like you did when he told you happy Valentineās. But you feel this is way more important than those simple words.
As your hand locks with his, he pulls you closer to his body. His free arm finds its home in your lower back, not too low to keep it PG and not to discomfort you in this intimate dance.
Letting him guide you, you sway from side to side. His past self wouldn't have imagined that he could reach this level of serenity and tranquility. The simple thought of having a family was like a faraway dream.
Your head rests comfortably on Leon's shoulder, the scent of his cologne being your new favorite aroma. The one that brings you memories from the time you met him to all the dates you had that led to this very moment.
The song continues its course, and the outside world is forgotten for a moment. No words are exchanged as both of you drown in the homely feeling of dancing in each other's arms.
After a while, without lifting his head and allowing his lips to ever so slightly graze against your ears, Leon's voice cut through the peaceful melody.
āLet me in.ā He whispers, his hands ever so slightly tightening around your middle section. His words brush against your ear like the soft melody that plays in the background.Ā
āWhat do you mean?āĀ
āLet me in, in your life. I donāt want to ask you to just be your partner.ā The weight and truth of his statement turn your head in a messy place. āI want to be part of your life and Margaretās.ā
He wants to stick around, he wants to be greeted by you and Margaret each time he comes back from a mission. He wants to give Margaret the childhood he never had. And, he wants to fulfill every little dream you and he may have.Ā
āI want to wake up next to you each morning. To Margaret telling us she's hungry in her own way.ā He's always been a man of few words, but in this moment he could recite the whole bible if he wanted.Ā
āI want to put Margaret to sleep every day just like I did today. And I want to sleep next to you every night, knowing that you're safe.ā
āI don't want you to be a memory.ā His lips move to the side of your face, daring to kiss your cheeks in a sweet manner. āI want you to be my whole life.ā
Smoothly and with ease, his words fall from his lips while his tempo never falters. His thumb now softly rubs your skin, where his hand is located to support your back in the dance.
He'd want to take pride and tell you he's that good with words. However, many times he has rehearsed this speech that if he had stumbled on his words he'd have let the earth swallow him.
And as the song came to an end, so did Leonās confession.Ā
A few seconds of silence create the worst nightmare in Leon's imagination. He could already hear your words telling him you don't feel the same that you're already in love with someone else orā
Your knuckles caress Leonās face, feeling the growing stubble on his cheek and jaw. The sensation of being touched like this has been a long-distance memory that he's completely forgotten what being loved felt like.
He now feels both of your hands cupping his face, prompting him to look you in the eyes. His blue eyes lock with yours and admire the softest of expressions drawn on your face.
As he gazes into you, he can only think how in love he is. And what a good life awaits for him.
And what feels like both an eternity and a split second, your lips connect with his in a tender yet meaningful kiss. One that he's been expecting after all this time.
The one is indeed not a myth.
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: I had so much fun writing this. There's something about found family that makes me all soft and sappy lmao. And sorry if my despiction about cops is wrong... I've never set foot in the US so spare your writer the embarrassment. Anyway, I hope you all have a beautiful day! No matter if you spend it with your lover, friends or alone. (Dividers are from: @/cafekitsune)
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Hey E-Vay ! Before I say anything, LOVE your work.
Okay, so I know that you're in the process of showing us how Sonic and Amy's wedding and proposal is planned out (no pressure). BuT, just curious, how did Knucks and Rouge get married? Or even how did he get to propose?
Thanks for seeing this!
Thank you so very much! š„° Iām so happy you like my work!Ā
I will not be doing a full comic or even a full fic of how their wedding goes down just because I have too many other projects I want to do (Iām only one person! š„µ). But I will give you a breakdown of how the Knuxouge wedding goes in my AU! And if anyone wants to do fanart or a fic based off it, Iād love to see/read it!
During the events of Boom!Baby, Knuckles and Rouge finally get engaged. I donāt have the exact proposal in mind, but I like to think that the two of them have been aggressively/playfully putting it off for awhile, with Knuckles constantly joking āAs if Iād ever want to be married to HERā and Rouge jabbing back with āPlease, youād need to offer me the Master Emerald on a ring for me to even consider it!ā But with Sonic and Amy taking this next major step in their lives, Knuckles is inspired and does end up popping the question (with a CONSIDERABLE ring full of gems that he scavenged himself!).
Knowing Rouge is an absolute diva, sheād have the most extravagant, over-the-top, dazzling wedding you could imagine. And it would definitely be a āno-kids-allowedā event. Have you seen the movie āCrazy Rich Asiansā? Picture that. The wedding would be a spectacle that would last for DAYS! But, the wedding date would be expedited super fast (I headcanon that Rouge is actually very insecure and puts out a bold front to hide that about herself. Sheād want to rush the wedding because sheās secretly afraid Knuckles will want to back out. She shouldnāt worry about that, he loves her very much and really wants to marry her!).
In my AU, Shadow is off-world during Boom!Baby, so though Rouge would have obviously asked him to be her āMan of Honor,ā she wouldnāt be able to find a way to reach him and get him back in time for the wedding. Because of this, Omega gets pushed to the role of āMan (Mech?) of Honorā and Rouge asks Amy to be a bridesmaid instead. Note, Amy is nearing the end of her pregnancy at this time haha. I always write Rouge and Amy to have a very tense āfriendship;ā thatās just my personal preference. So Rouge asking Amy to be her bridesmaid was because Amy is her closest female friend, but also because she thinks it will make herself look extra fabulous when standing next to a very pregnant lady haha. She even picks out an awful yellow bridesmaid dress for Amy to wear (because Amy is still very beautiful, pregnant or not). Though Amy does agree to be a bridesmaid to support her friend, sheās actually quite upset and very self-conscious and it initially puts a damper on her enjoyment of the wedding festivities (Her feet hurt like hell, she feels like a bowling ball, she thinks she looks horrendous in this color!). Donāt worry though, Sonic cheers her up and reminds her just how radiant she is š„°
[Sonic seeing Amy in her bridesmaid dress] S: āWow!ā A: āThis yellow dress is awful. She did this on purpose.ā S: āWell if she was trying to make you look bad, she failed miserably. You look like the sunshine!ā A: āI look VERY pregnant!ā S: āSure, pregnant with MY baby. There aināt a thing more beautiful than that šā [Rabid kissing ensues hehehe]
I picture Rouge having many outfit changes for every event that happens during their week-long wedding extravaganza, but for her actual wedding dress I imagine something super sleek, super sexy, and made up entirely of diamonds! My drawing doesnāt even do it justice. Just picture that as sheās walking, every single facet of every single diamond is sparkling! All the men would have to wear 3-piece black tuxedos complete with trousers (Sonic hates this), except Omega obviously. But heād still wear a dapper bowtie and Sunflower & Iris boutonniere like the rest of the wedding party. (I chose Irises because Rouge seems to like the color purple and theyāre a very elegant flower, and I chose sunflowers because they remind me of Knuckles for some reason. Maybe because theyāre big and tall. Idk, I can see Knuckles really liking sunflowers and yellow pairs beautifully with purple). Sonic and Tails are Knucklesā groomsmen, but Team Chaotix are also among honored guests so Vector and Espio (and maybe even Mighty) would attend all the groom-related events (like the bachelor party) leading up to the wedding.
Right before the ceremony, Rouge and Amy have a touching heart-to-heart moment and Rouge does thank her for stepping in and helping out, and she apologizes for making Amy feel bad. She admits that she has insecurities that she doesnāt like people to know about, so thatās why she goes over-the-top and sometimes puts others down in the process. Also (at least in my AU), Rouge doesnāt have very many close friends outside of Shadow and Omega, so Amy really is her next best friend. They make up, the ceremony is perfect and romantic, and everyone gets to have an absolute blast at the reception!
Lastly, because Rouge is so over-the-topā¦ after Shadow returns back to their planet 20+ years later, I can AB-SO-LUTELY see her throwing a vow renewal thatās even more extravagant than their first wedding as an excuse to have him as her Man of Honor and also as an excuse to throw another huge bash. Though this one would be even crazier and BIGGER, I think the vow renewal would actually be way more fun because everyone (including kids) can come this time, everyoneās families are bigger (even CC would be there!), and Knuckles and Rougeās adopted kids (Ruff and Tumble) would get to be part of the ceremony, so itād be very heartfelt even with goofy antics.
Sorry Iām not going to make this one into a full-fledged comic, but I hope you enjoyed this condensed version anyway! And I hope nobody takes the way I write Rouge as me not liking her character. I just like to add a little spice into why she comes off so proud all the time. I adore Knuckles and Rouge as a couple. Their rivalry and catty attitudes are just a hoot!
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for the night ā¢ matt sturniolo
pairing: matt x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, mdni!!, oral(male receiving), raw intercourse, creampie,
summary: matt canāt take his eyes off the girl heās seen on his phone once before, so he takes matters into his own hands once he meets her at the club.
āy/n!ā she heard over the blaring speakers of the club. being new to the influencer community was scary. luckily she had amazing friends who welcomed her in and got her started.
she clicked her heels to the location of her friend, larray, as he stood by a group of females at the side bar.
colorful lights flashed covering each body that danced and walked around. she finally made it to him and gave a quick embrace squealing in excitement.
āthanks for inviting me! you look hot.ā she complimented looking her friend up and down.
āi know,ā he flipped nonexistent hair off his shoulder as a joke. ālook at you though! no need for food tonight you already ate. but you could use a couple drinks!ā he mentioned before grabbing hold of her hand and leading her through the crowd.
she didnāt want to get too messed up, that wasnāt the plan at all that night.
to make her friends happy, she did a few shots and made her way to the dance floor. as she moved her body in between her friends tara and naila, she pushed her elbow out a little too far and hit someone in the rib.
āoh- iām so sorry!ā she cried looking up to the boy who was towering over her. he giggled,
āno worries! i can take the pain i deal with my brothers on a daily. iām nick!ā he stuck his hand out to greet her.
āwow, iām y/n. youāre one of the triplets, right?ā she shouted over the music.
āunfortunately,ā he groaned. āiām kidding, but my brothers are.. somewhere around here. took me a lot to convince them to come!ā
āaww, hopefully i meet them as well! were you going to the bar?ā referring to him walking through the dance floor trying to escape.
āiām not a drinker, i was gonna go sit with my friends over there, care to join?ā she nodded and grinned excited to meet more people.
following behind nick, he sat on a stool next to larray and a few unfamiliar girls.
āheyyyyy y/n!ā larray slurred being a little tipsy.
she giggled as the other girls introduced themselves. she did pay attention, just the loud music made it hard for her to understand clearly so she smiled and nodded stating back her name.
the group engaged in conversation as she became aware of her surroundings, taking in the people and recognizing some.
her eyes landed on a booth of a few males sitting around, some on their phones, others talking and sipping from red solo cups. but one individual stuck out to her. it wasnāt because he looked just like her new accidental friend, or because he simply looked like he wanted to be anywhere but the rented out club.
the reasoning was his eyes locked onto her body, slowly trailing up and down until gaining notice of her shared gaze.
looking away quickly, he fidgeted with his brown hair, running his fingers through it a few times.
āgirl who got your attention? i asked if you watched my recent video?ā larray poked her shoulder lightly almost causing her to fall off her metal bar stool.
āyes! i didddd. it was.. very funny.ā she lied trying to hide the stare down she just witnessed.
āmhmm. then what was your favorite part?ā
āall of it.ā her cheeks tinted a bit knowing she was caught in the act.
āitās cool,ā he rolled his eyes playfully.
āyou should ask her to join our collab!ā nick chimed in. she looked away still trying to listen and finding the same booth she once looked at. the boy wasnāt in his spot, scanning the entire booth not finding him.
āi would love to!ā she added, a little upset at her interest being gone. she really did wanna meet the other two brothers. so agreeing to the collab would be her ticket in, so she thought.
āuh- hey.ā she flinched as a tap on her shoulder grabbed her attention. her friends were too into their conversation to notice her spin her stool around to face the boy she once saw.
āhi, iām y/n.ā she waved nervously, setting her plastic cup of soda down on the bars surface.
āiām matt.ā he was still standing up awkwardly as she grinned politely and nodded. there was a dull moment between the two. neither of them making eye contact out of nerves.
ād-do you wanna-um, like hook up?ā her eyes widened at his question thinking she misheard him from the blaring song and loud chatter from multiple voices.
she titled her head in confusion as he repeated, āwanna hook up?ā still shaky in his voice.
āoh! so i did hear you correctly..ā she shouted, āpretty straight forward, huh?ā
āsorry, sorry! i like never done this before- i just thought you were really pretty and i follow you- and stuff..ā his hand scratched the stubble on his chin nervously as she sat with her mouth open.
he was attractive. she kept her composure knowing sheād be lying if she said she didnāt want him to ruin her right then and there.
she already knew of their publicly and couldnāt lie she was a fan.
āsure.ā was all that could come out her mouth. she leaped off the stool, her short dress coming up a bit revealing more of her back thighs.
she waited for him to move and he grasped her hand to lead her. gaining looks from their shared friends as the stumbled by.
āoooo sheās getting some!ā larray cheered watching the pair disappear into the populated club.
āwait.. is that matt?!ā nick nearly spat out the juice he was drinking when he noticed his brother walking away with the girl he just met.
ending up in a dim private room, decorated with red led lighting and a black couch made for vip experiences, matt struggled to locked the door after the girl entered.
they took in the beauty of the space around them before he spoke.
āum, what are you comfortable with?ā
āanything is fine, i guess.ā she wasnāt sure where to start either, but her confidence shortly grew as she realized who she was with, knowing this is a onetime opportunity.
he sat on the velvet black sofa when she joined him by sitting on his lap facing him.
she ran he fingers down his jawline then leaned in to kiss him as his arms wrapped around her waist almost instantly.
their lips gaining speed in their movements as they made out still hearing the music faintly through the soundproof walls.
she grounded down on his lap feeling his bulge harden through this oversized jeans.
he hummed at the action tightening his grip drawing her closer.
they continued in this position, his hips bucking up every so often causing her to whimper between kisses.
she pulled away climbing off of him and kneeling down in front of him. unclasping the buckle of his black leather belt and unbuttoning his faded jeans, he lifted up his pelvis enough for her to pull the material down swiftly along with his boxers.
his length sprung up and twitched as the pink tip glistened in the red light.
she held the base, looking up at him to see his bottom lip between his teeth. he pushed his arms out the sleeves of his flannel leaving him in a shirt that wasnāt too clear the color because of the hue of the room.
swirling her thumb around the tip, moving the slimy substance down the middle gaining a noise from the back of his throat muffled by his bitten lip.
she began stroking up and down his solid dick, throwing his head back slightly.
leaning toward, her lips touched the head of his member before sticking her tongue out to moisturize it. her mouth sunk onto him painfully slow as his face expressed distress with his eyebrows knitted together.
she quickened up, her head bobbing up and down with the rest she couldnāt fit fisted in her small hand.
his mouth fell open as he panted and petted her head smoothing down her hair.
āmmfh- so good..ā he whispered through breaths.
his eye closed as he felt the pleasurable sting becoming close. pulsing in her mouth, she noticed he wanted release as his teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut as he let out breathless whines.
she pulled off with a string of saliva trailing from her lips to his dick as she stood up and lifted her tube dress enough to see her bare thighs and ass.
he watched every move she made trying his best to be patient.
climbing back on, she grabbed his length, moving her thong to the side and slid it through her folds moaning and keeping eye contact with him.
finally aligning him with her entrance, he surprised her and bucked his hips upward, forcing himself in as she let out a yelp.
āholy shit- youāre so t-tight.. fuckā he moaned out squeezing her thighs as she lowered herself more fully allowing him in.
his face was flustered. he gripped the top of her dress and yanked it down revealing her bare chest.
āyouāre so hot.ā he whispered.
she started bouncing on his dick as they both became vocal drowning out the sounds of the ongoing party.
he gripped her hips forcibly slamming her onto him repeatedly as she cried out from him constantly hitting her g-spot.
āoh my god-ā he breathed out being interrupted by a vibration followed by a loud chime from his phone.
she didnāt stop her movements as he turned his head to the side glancing at his phone placed on the arm rest of the couch.
the time read 3:16AM and he spotted a message from nick.
me n chris called an uber meet u out front in 10
he did read it. it just didnāt register in his mind over the sensations that he was feeling in the moment.
she didnāt think it was important since he seemed to ignored it. she wrapped her arms around his neck and left wet sloppy kissed over his lips as he attempted to do the same.
he held onto her back as he lifted and pushed her onto the couch right on top of his cellular.
lifting her legs, he placed both over his shoulders while one of his was kneeled onto the sofa and one placed on the floor. he pushed his jeans down to his knees and reentered.
he slammed into her constantly as he groaned loudly, youād think he was angry.
the sounds of smacking skin and breathing filled the air even over the noise outside the room.
āmatt! matt- fuck!ā was all she could let out as she felt the knot in her core and squeezed him in her walls.
ālet it out, baby- shit.ā his eyes were halfway shut with his mouth agape coming closer to his high with every thrust.
her thighs trembled when she arched her back off of the sofa, screaming out moans as she pushed through her release.
ācan i- can i cum inside you?ā he asked through pants lowering his body down on hers putting his face in her neck.
āyes- please!ā becoming overstimulated she yelped and grapped onto his shirt. she felt vibrating assuming it was the thumping of the party.
he drew out a loud groan as he pumped his warm fluids inside painting her walls white.
he stood in the same position trying too catch up to his own breathing.
āthat was really good..ā she let out shyly.
āyea- yea it was.ā his phone began to ring.
he reached beneath her to grab it seeing a call from chris. he pulled out and sat up fixing himself quickly as he answered the call and held it between his ear and shoulder trying to buckle his belt.
the girl sat up on her elbows and pulled up her dress covering her body.
āhello?ā he spoke.
āwhere the hell are you bro? weāve been waiting 30 minutes! iām tired as shit!ā his brother yelled so loud it was heard even off speaker.
āmy bad- iām coming now.ā
āwell you have to call us another uber.ā
āalright.ā he hung up the phone and pocketed it, standing and offering a hand to help the girl up.
she straightened out more as she was on her feet.
āthank you- um- for this. i had a really good time, but my brothers wanna leave so i gotta go.ā he led her to the door of the private room.
āme too, it was nice meeting you!ā
his heart skipped, āsame here! hopefully weāll meet again..ā
āmatt, you asshole!ā nick greeted getting up from the outdoor bench.
ānice to see you too!ā he barked back. the uber finally pulled up as the boys pilled in.
āfirst you didnāt wanna come, now you wanted to stay longer?ā chris asked from the passenger seat looking back.
āyea! and whereās your flannel?ā nick mentioned.
āshit!ā
part 2
btw i was tired af writing this at 2am so apologies š
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suburbia | j. sc
husband!sungchan x wife!reader | 6.8k words
something i whipped up while taking a breather from my new seriezā¦happy fathers day sungchan. also funny little cameo in here IFYKYK.
contains: mental effects of ātrying for a babyā and it failing a whole lot, sex without a condom, crying during sex
sungchan put his hand on the back of the passenger side headrest and used his hold on it to look backwards. he turned the wheel with his other hand, perfectly backing up into his spot in the driveway.Ā
he put his car in park and brought his hand back to its original position on the wheel. he took a quick look around his neighborhood through the windshield. he looked at every single house on the street, lined up perfectly with the same build and sighed contently. the color varied with some of the houses, some were a pale green while others were white and gray. he looked at everyones lawn, all the grass was cut to the same length and looked more of less the same. he even looked at the tall brown wooden fences separating some of the lawns with appreciation. he wouldāve enjoyed the fences to be white pickets but that was neither here nor there.Ā
the only thing that pulled sungchan from his content state was seeing the family on the sidewalk in front of his house. he wasnāt upset by any meansāseeing happy families made him smile and he never missed an opportunity to crouch down to a child and ask them their name when they came up to him.Ā
his head was on a swivel as he watched the family head towards the setting sun. sungchan watched the youngest peddle on the big wheel as fast as he could as the older one ran behind. he could hear the two kids screaming all the way in his car, one of them yelling about how it was their turn and the other yelling not yet. he watched the husband and wife that walked calmly behind, both of them with shades on as they engaged in conversation sungchan couldnāt hear.
when sungchan saw the baby carrier attached to the womanās front he couldnāt stop the pang of jealousy. he knew he had no right to complain, he was extremely grateful for his life. he had a job that paid him well and treated him even better, he was a homeowner of a beautiful home in a lovely neighborhood filled with young families. he had a beautiful life he shared with his wife and was the most stable heās been his whole life in every aspect of the word. he had no right to complain. but seeing the big family reminded him of the last thing he felt like he felt like he was missing.
sometimes he felt like there were people out to get him. like priapus himself was stopping sungchan from getting his family or that he was cursed by aphrodite. his dad never missed the opportunity to tell him candidly how hard he tried for a baby each time his mother brought up how badly she wanted a grandbaby. the conversation made both you and sungchan squirm in your seats, and sungchan had to cut them off before they could get into the specifics.
regardless, ever since sungchan heard how hard it was for them to have a baby, there was some sort of cloud hanging over the two of you. even if the both of you were still so young, the idea of having a child at this time in your lives was enticing. being young and full of energy would let you be involved in your childsā life, and the stress of giving your parents a grandchild hung heavy. both of you tried adopting an if-it-happens-it-happens attitude about having children, but it was hard to feign indifference when you had your ovulation days marked on the calendar, or when you chose certain positions based on reddit forums and psuedoscience. you two also developed the habit of buying baby clothes solely because they were ācuteā. sungchan had a wishlist of baby equipment after doing extensive research on each brand and what they offered. but yes, if anyone asked about kids they would only get a simple shrug from the two of you and stammers talking about how you guys havenāt given it much thought.
sungchan still followed the family walking on the sidewalk, even when the setting sun blinded him. he didnāt turn until he heard knocking on his window.
he turned quickly to see your smiling face. you had just gotten home from work, your still running car parked on the curb. sungchan smiled instantly, opening his door enough to hear you speak.
ādo you want to back the car into the driveway for me?ā you asked.
sungchan nodded instantly, grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat and pulling his keys from the ignition. he repeated the same thing he did to his car with yours, parking the two vehicles side by side in the driveway. sungchan helped you take the groceries inside after taking a peak in the bag filled to the brim with baby clothes and toys.Ā
āclearance rack.ā you said simply.
sungchan nodded and even picked up a skirt from the bag to comment on how frilly and pretty it was. you puffed out your chest and nodded your head, going on a tangent about how cute a baby would look in it. sungchan took special notice to how you said a baby instead of our baby as he went through the front door behind you. he also took special attention to the way you pausedāonly for a momentābefore opening up the fridge door. he handed you the perishables and you continued talking about your day. sungchan looked at your ovulation period marked on the calendar, almost scowling the last day. all it was missing was one more x and the window would be closed for another month.Ā
he couldnāt stop thinking about the calendar and the finality of it all. he was being dramatic, he knew that. just like every month the one or two days would circle back around and you two of you would try again without saying you were trying. the two of you would pretend like it was perfectly normal to keep your legs elevated after sex and to keep three different pregnancy tests on tap at all times. sungchan knew nothing was definite, that you two were both equally stubborn and wouldnāt stop until one of your pregnancy tests was positive. but sungchan just couldnāt shake the feeling that it was over, that the gods or another unseen force had won. he felt like a puppy that was kicked for the nth month in a row as he quietly prepped the meat for the barbecue.
he was grateful for the silence the two of you fell into as you started prepping for the night as well. he caught you occasionally looking distracted, stealing peaks at the bag full of childrenās clothes that rested on the table.Ā
he recalled the moment you guys had a heart to heart, how behind you felt compared to your peers and their families. he imagined the two of you were thinking about baby fever and how it felt terminal and flared up everytime you had one of these friend gatherings. the kids ran through whoeverās home was selected that month. everyone would scold their children for behaving recklessly and following sungchan and you around like little shadows. sungchan welcomed the kids and gave them piggy back rides and played along with their games while you helped burp babies. sungchan often found himself with a child glued to his arms while he sat next to the grill with his friend eunseok. he would help feed kids that insisted on sitting between the two of you, assuring his friends that it was fine. he had built a reputation as āuncle sungchan,ā but it didnāt hurt any less anytime he was reminded he didnāt have a brood of his own.
āyouād make a great dad. it sucks you have terrible swimmers.ā eunseok said before taking another sip of his beer.Ā
sungchan pointed the tongs he was using to rotate hotdogs at his friend. sungchan gave eunseok a wide-eyed look, like he was warning him not to talk to loud. eunseok looked across the yard to you enveloped bouncing shotaroās baby on your lap. after seeing you were preoccupied, eunseok went back to the conversation he was having with sungchan.
āsheās not paying attention.ā eunseok made sure to drag his words out, but he still took a step closer to sungchan to inspect the grill. āthe burgers are burning by the way.ā he said.
that was all it took for sungchan to angrily hand eunseok the tongs. eunseok handed sungchan the beer and got to work, flipping the meat to avoid it getting burned.
āthatās why youāre not a dad, you canāt grill meat right.ā eunseok joked.
when he saw the serious expression on sungchanās face he held up his hands in defense, already apologizing for touching on the sore subject.
āiām sorry.ā eunseok said after sungchan started kicking his feet to move dirt around. ālook. do you want my advice?ā eunseok asked.Ā
sungchan considered what advice he could get from his friend. he decided to go out on a limb, nodding his head as eunseok handed him the tongs back.
āstop trying! be prepared of course, but stopped trying so hard.ā when sungchan scoffed he hit his shoulder lightly. āiām serious. we werenāt trying for a baby then suddenly nine months later our little girl came.ā eunseok said.
sungchan still canāt believe it. how can something like that happen for him without being meticulously calculated and planned? eunseok knew lightly of the routine you two hadāhe remembers very vividly the color draining from his friends face when he told him how often you two do it. how has your dick not fallen off yet? eunseok asked with genuine worry on his face. sungchan looked back to see you playing with eunseokās daughter. the two of you ran around pretending you were looking for korok seeds. sungchan felt his body detach from itself longing for something like that. he forced himself to focus back to the meet on the grill that was definitely beginning to char. he tried to focus on not wanting so bad as he looked to eunseok.
āenough about me. whats the deal with you andāā
āi donāt know man, seriously.ā eunseok interrupts sungchan so quickly he has to hold back a laugh. ālast month she came by the house super late after one of her dates and weāve been trying to make it work.ā
sungchan raises his eyebrows at eunseokās situation.Ā
āsuper late? after a date?ā sungchan presses.
ādo you want me to get into the specifics?ā eunseok asks, taking another sip. ācause i will. i for sure will.ā he continues.
sungchan instantly shakes his head, letting the tongs clamp loudly before eunseok can get another word out.
āi hear that enough from my father.ā eunseok throws his head back to laugh, recalling all the times he has heard about the infamous advice. āiāll seriously kill myself if i have to hear about it again.ā sungchan grimaces.
after the meat is done grilling, the rest of the night continues smoothly. the children stick to you and sungchan like magnets, begging you two to make their hotdogs and feed them french fries. the kids leave reluctantly with their families at the end of the night, shotaroās toddler even gets a little misty-eyed when she realizes itās time to go. the two of you chat about the night as you clean up, the topic always finding its way back to the cute children and how badly they wanted to ride on sungchanās shoulders. the two of you laugh wistfully, ignoring the pain in your chests and the baby clothes that still sit on the counter.
after watching an episode of your television show the two of you start settling down for bed. sungchan lets you go first, youāre in and out of your shower quickly to free the bathroom up.
by the time sungchan is finished with his shower you are settled into bed with in his boxers and his oversized shirt. he comes into your room without a care in the world with his towel barely hanging on his waist. seeing sungchan so close to being naked never got easier with time. without fail you still feel the juvenile giddiness at the thought of him having nothing on beneath that towel. sungchan didnāt leave much to your imagination, the towel was so low and loose on his waist you thought it would fall any second. to your disapproval, it stayed secure on his waist as he looked through the drawers of your dresser. you focused on sungchanās back and the way his muscles moved and tightening underneath his taut skin as he shuffled through the drawers.Ā
you put your book down on the bedside table like it was the distraction when sungchan crouched down. you were tracing the path of the water droplets trailing down his back when he put his shirt on. he was teasing you unintentionally, he left with his white towel still around his waist when he went back into the bathroom. you heard the faucet run and sungchan came back into the room shortly after that. he had his boxers on now, with his smaller towel wrapped around his shoulders. he looked at you laying in the bed and you smiled, trying to ignore the sudden feeling you got to pounce him.Ā
ācan i turn off the light?ā sungchan asked, finger on the switch.
you nodded, almost feeling guilty at you objectifying your poor husband. he nodded back, turning off the light the same time you turned on your bedside lamp. the lamp was only bright enough to illuminate the outline of sungchanās body as he trudged to bed. he got on with a huff, laying on top of all the covers. he relaxed for a moment and stretched his body. when he was done settling in he ran the towel through his hair one last time before tossing it on the office chair. you felt sungchan turn his attention up to you.
you sunk down from leaning against the headboard, using the heels of your feet and your hands to settle on top of the covers. almost instantly sungchan pulled at you, bringing your body closer to him. you hummed contently and cleared the small space, settling beside him. almost as soon as you felt the spark it fizzled away after hearing the notification from the flo app. you have ten hours left or youāll never be parents! your phone seemed to taunt. both you and sungchan let out pensive sighs and looked away from eachother.Ā
ādo you want to be on top?ā you said.
you hated that you made sex sound like it was a chore, like it was a job you both had to do. you remember when sex was intimate and perfect with sungchan, void of any reason other than making the other feel good. now when you guys fucked it felt like business. no other aspect of your relationship struggled over wanting kids, but it seemed like all the yearning only manifested in the bedroom. you didnāt understand how wanting something as resplendent as a family felt so gloomy.
sungchan felt his heart drop at your words hanging in the air. he remembered eunseokās words of advice, and they stuck with him in this moment more than ever. so sungchan got up from his spot on the bed and looked down at you. you kept eye contact, pushing sungchanās boxers down your legs to get ready. his hands went to yours, keeping them in place.
āiām not expecting anything.ā sungchan said simply.
when your let go of the waistband he shook his head, shuffling closer to your body. he cradled your face and bent down to kiss your forehead. you still looked clueless, eyes big as saucers as you waited for sungchan to explain himself. he guided your upper body from the mattress until you were sitting in front of him. he messed with the bottom of his shirt, bringing it up slowly. sungchan felt blessed that you followed his lead and lifted up your arms so he could help you out the rest of the way. he set his balled up shirt on the sheets next to your body. he looked from your eyes to your bare chest, slowly traveling his hands from your until you arched forward towards him. with the invitation he closed his hands over your supple skin, lightly pinching your areola. you drew in a delicate breath, he hasnāt teased you in so long. sungchan watched you feeling his hunger grow exponentially after finding a new purpose for the night.
ādo you want me?ā sungchan said, digging his hands a little deeper into your chest.
you nodded quickly, your hands traveling to his wrist to keep his hands in place. you let your body sway back and forth from sungchanās greedy hands, becoming malleable.
āi want you.ā you said, hands leaving his wrists to push the waistband of your boxers.
sungchan detached his hands from your chest and went to your shoulders to gentle guide you down. you sighed again, feeing the cold sheets against your quickly warming skin.
sungchan kissed each of your shoulders, then the valley of your chest and a straight line down. only thin did he work at your bottoms, taking all the work away from you. he lifted each leg like you were made of glass and he pressed his wet lips to each part of your leg that was newly exposed.
you guys had been fucking with the sole purpose of procreation for so long you both had forgotten what it was like to have the tension in the room become so thick you could cut through it with a knife. you had forgotten what it was like to feel sungchan stare intensely at you as he made his way down your body. you forgot what it felt like to have his timid lips press to your inner thigh gently before sucking on your skin.Ā
sungchan was no better, he had foolishly forgotten what it felt like to draw a tiny gasp from your parted lips and to earn a sudden twitch from your body. he had forgotten what it felt like to grab the underside of your thighs to guide your legs over his shoulders while you preened closer to him.Ā
what sungchan could never forget was your taste. you still laid thick on his tongue like nectar and shined on his lips like gloss. your thighs were still as soft as he remembered, closing around his head as soon as he started to tend to you.
āsungchan.ā you whined.
he looked up from your pussy to your eyes, locking onto your shoulders that sagged and your head that leaned to the side each time he sucked a little harder. he didnāt have it in him to pull away from your heat, but he showed you that he was listening by pushing a finger inside of you.
your elbows slid out from underneath you, and sungchan watched your chest raise towards the ceiling as you arched your back. he already felt you clenching around his singular finger and his tongue. only then did he pull away to watch your contracting hole so he would never forget this view again. your body was begging for more and your voice was too after feeling the loss of contact. sungchan looked up to see your beautiful face already becoming wrecked. your hair was mussed but looked like a halo on your head. the longer you two kept eye contact the more he felt the seizing around his finger. you were so blissfully unaware, the only indicator that you were still with him was the wide-eyed look you gave him from the head of the bed. sungchan used his free hand to grip your thighs a little tighter and slowly pumped another finger into your heat.
āoh my god.ā you said to the ceiling.Ā
your leg that wasnāt being held by sungchan started going rogue. each time he placed a delicate kiss to your heat youād try to draw it in close to your other leg to stop the stimulation. when he plunged a third finger into your heat he felt a dull prod from your heel digging into his back. even though sungchan knew you only needed a gentle command of be still from him to cease your movement he gave you graceāhe knew you had probably forgotten what it all felt like too. so he only flexed his back for you and pulled you closer by his hold on your thigh to give your heel a reason to dig deeper.
sungchan only had to bring his tongue to start flicking your clit before he felt your full body start twitching. he heard you fist the sheets and slightly shake your head against the pillows. he took a quick peak up as he pressed his tongue flat against your heat. he saw your chest quiver from a shaky breath as you brought a had to rest over your heart. any efforts you made to steady your breathing sungchan accidentally thwarted. just when your hand would loosen on the sheets youād clench around him again stimulating your entire body all over again. sungchan watched you self-titillate, until your chest was rising and lowering rapidly and your quiet sighs turned into pathetic whimpers.
āitās been too long.ā your voice cracked when you spoke, like you were getting high off your own voice. āiām close.ā you said.
even though you werenāt looking at sungchan he still nodded. from his spot he could see your blinking eyes and your lip caught between your teeth. he selfishly needed more, he needed to see all of you like it was the first time again. he detached himself from your clit and gave it a gentle lick to hear a pained moan rip from your throat. he started speeding up his fingers, pleased that you were spreading your legs apart further instead of closing them in to feel all of it.
ālook at me.ā his voice cracked the same as yours, and it cracked again when he saw you quickly shake your head as your hips lifted from the bed. ābaby please. i need to see you.ā he said it desperately around the lump in his throat as he sped up his fingers.
priapus and aphrodite be damnedāwhen you weakly propped your body up on your elbows to look sungchcan in the eyes he felt like zeus himself. nothing couldāve stopped him when he saw your glassy eyes and your swollen bitten lips. you had turned into something otherworldly in the small amount of time you spent wallowing in pleasure. your lips that were parted in a silent whine spurred sungchan on, and he ignored the tension in his jaw to duck back down to your heat again. he felt a new wave of power come over him seeing you struggle to keep eye contact. your head lulled to the side and your eyes became half closed. sungchan pulled his hand from your thigh to reach it towards you. he settled on your stomach and you leaned to one side to give him your hand. the electricity shot up his spine feeling your clammy hand clutch his so tightly. he kept burning eye contact, pressing your joined hands deep into your stomach.Ā
your breathing became ragged, and your eyebrows became furrowed. sungchan felt your hips preen forward into his mouth and fingers. he heard a loud moan that bounced off the walls in your bedroom and ring in his skull like a bell. your hand gripped his so hard he thought his fingers was going to break. he felt an overwhelming force from you that overpowered his entire being and then you came down. your hips stilled, your grip loosened, and the only sound that came from you was a high-pitched prolonged whimper. your voice got so high that it fell out completely and sungchan felt your ambrosia coat his tongue and fingers. he was driven by the lewd sound of it all, now it was sungchan squeezing your hand with a force to keep you there with him. your thighs shook on his shoulders but he kept going, and your cries became a siren. sungchan didnāt stop until your hand that was being held by his pressed into his forehead.
he let himself be pushed away by your weak hand, and when he pulled his fingers from you he heard a sigh of relief. he heard your upper body fall to the bed again with a dull thud. sungchanās breathing matched yours, quick and shallow as you both tried to calm your erratic heart rate. he saw your hand weakly rest on your stomach and clasped his hand over it, shaking you slightly. sungchan guided your shaking legs down from his shoulders to rest on the bed. you still winced from the exertion, every single part of you seemed to be sensitive. when sungchan raised himself from in between your legs he watched your body shudder. he hovered above you, looking down at your sleepy eyes and parted lips. he brought his hand to run across your forehead, wicking away some of the sweat.
āhow are you feeling?ā he asked gently.
sungchan continued to watch his words slowly register in your mind as you slowly nodded and swallowed your spit. he felt your hand lift from your stomach to press the pads of your fingers weakly into his stomach.Ā
āiām okay.ā you said.
you spoke with a sniffle at the end of your words and you had fresh tear tracks smeared across your eyelids. your cheeks were hot to the touch like they were set aflame. sungchan saw the evidence of biting across your swollen lower lip. at the thought of this being you okay sungchan felt tempted to remind himself what you looked like when you were the opposite. but there would be other chances to have you inconsolable underneath himāhe already had his plans set for the night.Ā
he brought himself down to his elbows, hovering his body even closer to yours. sungchan watched your face scrunch up a little in pain as you drew your legs up the bed. he kissed your forehead until the creases were smooth and you lifted your headĀ to meet his lips. once sungchan got started with the kisses he couldnāt stop, he kept kissing every plane of your face, and he wasnāt satisfied until he could see the glow from his glossy kisses catch the light in the room. sungchan smiled down at you after the final kiss, squeezing your ear gently as you smiled back up at him. your eyelids no longer hung low, they were blown out and wide once you ran your fingertips down his stomach again. sungchan felt something catch in his throat when he saw you close and open your eyes to show him you were alert. all you had to do was cast on look at the bulge in his boxers before sungchan was pushing them down his legs. you helped, lifting your body slightly until they were out of your hands reach.Ā
āi missed you so much.ā you murmured.
you impatiently used your foot to push sungchanās waistband down until they reached his ankles. for a moment sungchan lowered his body completely to rest against yours as he quickly took off the garment.Ā
āi missed you too.ā he whispered back.Ā
he balled it up before throwing it over the side of the bed, ignoring the large wet patch he felt against his palm. he was thinking about how he was so focused on the future he was forgetting to live in the present. sungchan felt the lump in his throat he tried so hard to ignore grow larger. it took away his ability to speak, so he settled for placing a burning kiss on your lips. he hoped the things he couldnāt say were acknowledged by your hand that threaded through his hair and rested on his shoulder. sungchan let you pull him closer, until his dick rested against the sheets and his chest pressed against yours. his hips jerked when he felt your legs wrap around his waist. sungchan was weak, he stood no chance against your hand that pressed into his back to bring him closer. his hips jerked again when he heard you whine underneath his full body weight.Ā
you pulled away and sungchan instinctually pouted before you pushed him into the crook of your neck. he found solace there, the feeling of his breath bouncing off your warm skin helped him try to control the stinging he felt on his waterline. your hand drew gentle shapes on his back, and sungchan felt your heart thud against his chest.
āsungchan.ā you said timidly.
he tried to pull his head from the crook of your neck but a hand on the back of his head kept him there. he instead kissed the side of your face and squeezed your ear again to try and comfort you. he heard you lips part and the start of your sentence three times before you finally spoke.
āi need you so bad.ā you spoke with a shudder, like the weight your words caused a spike in your temperature.
sungchan nodded against your head, letting out a sigh as he wrapped his hand around the root of his dick. he felt your hand pull away from his back to wedge between your two bodies.
āyou got me.ā sungchan croaked, shivering when he felt your hand settle over his.
you both started letting out gasps in anticipation. sungchan took his hand away from his dick to hold onto your side, trying to be as gentle as possible. the feeling of you guiding his dick made him dick his fingers into your side. he dared to lift his body high enough from yours to take a quick peak. the sight made him dizzy, seeing you lift your legs to give him more room. sungchan shifted his knees forward and quickly pulled you down for the best position. you whimpered at the manhandling and you handled him back by running your dick up and down your folds. his precum and your cum made a slick lewd sound as you continued your ministrations. sungchan leaned his hips forward and pressed his sweaty face into the pillow to muffle his whimpers.
āplease.ā you begged, still teasing you both.
sungchan wanted to tell you all he needed to know was what you wanted and heād find a way to get it to you. but hearing your voice crack sungchan realized he wasnāt faring too well himself. he could only repeat what you said, a murmur of a please barely breaking past the fluffy pillows.
only then did you finally guide sungchanās dick lower to prod at your entrance. he felt like he was about to explode when he finally took initiative by slowly pushing his hips forward. you both let out choked gasps, bodies quaking against eachother and sungchan settled further in. he felt your hand still at the base of his dick, like you wanted to hold him until the very last second. you finally let go after your index finger and thumb that was still wrapped around his dick pressed into your clip. your hand went back to its place on sungchanās shoulder, squeezing hard each time your walls pulsed around his dick.Ā
sungchan finally composed himself enough to pull away from the crook of your neck. he still felt the lump, but his need to see as much as he could overpowered every other thought in his mind. sungchan hovered above your body after kissing your cheek, enjoying the view he got from up here. he saw your spread legs, your eyes screwed shut from the stimulation. he drew his hips back slowly until his was all the way out. when he saw his dick coated in you he pushed all the way back in, going back down to his elbows sos he could press his cheek against yours. he whined feeling your clammy skin stick together, taking it as a sign you two should never part.Ā
āi love you.ā he said quietly, scared that if he got any louder it would come out broken again.
sungchanās hips pressed against yours and he felt you clench around him again and you wrapped your hand over his back to pull him as if he could get any closer.
āi love you too.ā you said, your sentence ending with a gasp when sungchan thrusted in a little harder.
just like that, sungchan couldnāt hold back anymore. he pulled away from the side of your face to look down at you. the only difference from before was that his view was obstructed through a bracket of tears that welled in his eyes. his sniffles where covered up by your moans that were increasing in volume the harder and more languid his thrusts got. seeing you so enveloped in pleasure made the coil in sungchanās stomach tighten the same way his heart seized. it took his breath away, going through every emotion as he looked down at your face. you were oblivious to it all, slack jawed as you looked down to where your two bodies met. maybe you were ignoring his tears for his sake the same way you ignored his shortcomings in regards to giving you a baby.Ā
one of his hands went to your leg, pressing it gently to your body to hit a deeper spot. you pressed your head into the mattress with your eyes screwed shut. you drew in a deep breath and bit your lip so hard sungchan was worried you might draw blood.
āiām close again.ā you said again.
sungchan felt you clamp around him as you arched your back off the bed to touch your chest to his. sungchan could only hang his head low as he continued thrusting into you at the same pace, quickly becoming overwhelmed.Ā
he saw the tears land on your collarbone first. some of them glided down your skin leaving a tiny trail while some caught in the dips of your body. after a tear fell on your jawline sungchan heard your noises falter, caught between euphoria and the feeling that something was amiss.
āsungchan?ā he didnāt know if he wanted to cry harder or groan at the sound of your bedroom voice being laced with worry. āwhatās wrong?ā you asked.
when your hand tilted his chin up to force eye contact he saw your expression soften. the pace he set was falling apart as you scanned his features trying to silently find out what was wrong.Ā
āiām sorry.ā sungchan said tearfully, turning his head to try and hide in your hand.Ā
you gently turned him to face you, giving him nowhere to hide.
āwhat are you sorry for?ā you said, voice still whiny.
āyou want a baby so bad.ā sungchan felt his dick pulse in your heat as he pressed deeper. āand i canāt give that to you.ā he admitted.
your legs around his waist kept sungchan buried deep inside of you. without focusing on his hips sungchan felt his head try to hang low again. instead you brought his head down to you, pressing your forehead against his. you drew in a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to not ruin the heart to heart by telling sungchan how good he felt inside of you.
āitāll happen when it happens.ā you said after a beat of silence.Ā
sungchan shook his head against yours, his hand digging desperately into your side.
āi need to give you what you want.ā he says desperately.
you shake your head despite your walls clenching around him again.Ā
āi have everything i want already.ā you start moving your hips again, earning a hiss from sungchan. āeverything else is just a bonus.ā you say.
sungchan feels another wave of fat tears break past his water line at your sincere smile. with your hands pressed to his cheeks your thumbs wipe the tears away. sungchan settles into your hands, ears drifted close as he lets out another sniffle. when he jolts he remembers the compromising positions your both in. at the same time you both realize the novelty of it all.
āiām sorry.ā sungchan says again, this time a lift to his voice.
you shake your head and swivel your hips, basking in how full you feel. you bring sungchanās head down so his ear is right above your lips so he can hear your voice thatās barely above a whisper.
ādonāt be sorry. just keep fucking me.ā you lick the shell of sungchanās ear and he lets out a breathy moan that fans your ear. āthe rest will come later.ā you assure.Ā
sungchan nods and pulls his hips back. he goes back to hovering above you, and this time you donāt pull your gaze away from his glassy red eyes and his wet eyelashes.
āyouāre gonna be such a good mother.ā sungchan kisses your lips and you reciprocate. āso sweet and pretty and kind.ā he babbles, kissing your lips again.
sungchan frees his hand that was pressing your thigh to your chest so he can grip your hand. your leg is still in place, now just hooked over his arm. you nod through his hard thrust, trying to collect your words by squeezing his hand tightly.
āyouāre gonna be a perfect dad.ā you pull sungchanās hand closer to your body so his tricep presses into your thigh harder. sungchanās dick hits a spot deep inside that takes your breath away. āso perfect.ā you gasp.
sungchan feels his air start to prickle and his skin starts to become hot. his hand grips yours so tight it causes your fingers to go straight. he begins grunting and whimpering between each hard thrust, and you start falling apart the same way. sungchan bites his lip, hoping the pain will make him regain his bearings.
āiām close.ā sungchan says, letting his head lull backwards.
āme too.ā you mewl.
you start lifting your hips on your own accord and sungchanās hold on your waist and hand becomes bruising. your lips part from the discomfort, and your throat goes dry when you realize itās adding to the jumbled coils in your stomach.
sungchan fully rests his bodyweight on yours knowing you like the pressure. he presses his hand that holds yours into the mattress for stability as he brings his hand that was gripping your waist to rub at your clit. heās quick with the protruding bundle of nerves, and you respond instantly. your squirming underneath him, no longer moving your hips to not interrupt sungchanās rhythm. you start babbling incoherently against his lips in between your rushed kisses. sungchan nods through your pleaseās and give me a babyās because heās nothing if not a man that gives you anything you ask for. so he pulls in a breath the same time you do, and focuses on getting you across the finish line first. when your body seizes up again sungchan hones in his fingers rubbing quick revolutions and trades in his quick thrusts to hit deep inside of you instead.Ā
he follows closely behind you, and in the white euphoria of his orgasm heās swear he can see it all. he sees the your happy family walking down the sidewalk to the sunset. you have a baby strapped to your chest and he has a toddler on his shoulders giggling uncontrollably.
sungchan drops his head to the crook of your neck and sucks harshly on your skin. you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand and his back, crying out as warmth forcibly overtakes you. youāre shaking by the time sungchan stops his hand on your clit, staying inside of you while his dick still twitches. you press your hand to sungchanās body that rests above your stomach and he gets the hint to press his hand that was on your clit to your lower tummy. you squirm underneath his touch and he presses deeper, letting out a shaky breath as you clench around him again.
you slump finally and sungchan does too, pulling out completely to roll beside your body.
youāre both weak, covered in sweat and a newfound love you thought was previously lost. when sungchan turns on his side to face you, you do the same, thinking about the ache thatās already settling in your muscles.
his large hand rests over your cheek, moving back and forth to feel your supple skin against his palm. you turn your head to kiss his hand and sungchanās heart lurches in his chest. when you try to move from the bed sungchan silently pulls you closer to him, drawing you close until your head rests underneath his chin. he wraps his arms around you completely and kisses the side of your face again and again, until his lips slow to a halt and your eyes drift closed.
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BATMAN AND ROBIN (2023) #14 by Phillip Kennedy Johnson and Javier Fernandez! rambling about the new team and arc!! a jumping-on point for anyone wanting to read recent Bruce and Damian comics š¦š„
setting the stage with action!! mystery and intrigue!! expectations for further character exploration for Damian!!
if that's not enough to pique interest, here's a rendition of one of the many cute grumpy Damian panels
first of all THE OPENING ACTION SCENE OH MY GOD (this splash page hello!!)
i love...the collaborative effort in comics...it shines through right from the start, especially when it involves traditional inks š
using this single panel as an example from Fernandezās ig:
Fernandez lays out most of the groundwork in his inks - the fully inked silhouette of the driver in the foreground, the shading suggesting the lighting, the white ink/paint lined and splattered for the rain!!
then off to colors with Marcelo Maiolo!! he elevates the panel to emphasize how it's a shot from within the vehicle looking out the windshield - the lightly tinted inks, the bright lighting from headlights, and the slight window sheen + bokeh!!
one more similar example, with comparison by the man himself - Fernandez already implying the glare, scraping white against Batman and Robin's silhouettes. then punched up with Maiolo's colors/lighting!! WOW!!
OKAY SORRY ONE MORE along with Steve Wandsā consistently lovely lettering, Fernandez included his own sfx in his inks of this page!! not sure how often he does it past this, but SO cool!! ever since seeing Juni Ba's sfx lettering in his inks, it's such a sick extra detail to me š
ANYWAY i can go on about what i love about each panel for this scene but gotta move on from the explosive intro of Batman and Robin to the more grounded side of Bruce and Damian (which ends up being just as explosive)!! š„ŗ
there's small details carrying over from Williamson's run like Bruce making Damian vegan meals and Damian creating comics; otherwise, we have a much more engaging writing of the two almost reminiscent to Tomasi and Gleason's run!
one example being his attitude towards a fancy event interrupting his and Dick's patrol in Batman and Robin (2009) #20
the first line from Bruce and Damian's disregard for a fundraising event is a bit of head scratcher to me when Damian is plenty compassionate, BUT for the sake of a jumping-on arc for new readers itās a clear point of reference for Damianās character - a kid who believes more in Batman and Robin work than what could be done outside of those masks. it becomes a matter of how Damian's perspective might change around this subject and how he'll take action in helping outside of Robin š¤
another similar Tomasi-esque moment is Damian's snark about his grandfather lol, a sentiment that carries over from Batman and Robin (2011) #1
PKJ references his Ra's al Ghul story from Gotham City Villains Anniversary Giant! especially curious when the final line by Talia is "...you will see my father again", when Ra's is currently dead. a fun lil callback or also a convenient nod to future plans? š
NOW THE MYSTERY AND INTRIGUE OF IT ALL...
Bruce's attention is caught by this man shouting "You sit atop the wheel" which i'm guessing is in reference to the Wheel of Fortune, especially if we're going by a literal interpretation of the rich and poor (depicting the group among tents and carts).
i'm really reaching here, but wondering if Bruce calling himself āJackā at some point is also related to the arcana. the only relation i could find is the Page of Wands, and the Jack once being referred to as a "knave"
EDIT: an anon reached out to inform me that Bruce called himself āJackā during his training! seems to be first introduced in Batman: The Knight (2022) #4
THE REVEAL OF THE NEW VILLAIN, MEMENTO...the first page opens on a deceased person's face, and the last dialogue is "We will see your face again." AND OH BOY WE CERTAINLY DO! š
the flames casting a harsh light against the plaster (or stone??) of Memento's mask, and how he looms over Bruce...SO EERIE...
FINAL RAMBLY THOUGHTS
Damian being colored with noticeable melanin...š„ŗ i can only assume this was a deliberate choice made by PKJ since the editors haven't changed, and for the past issues Damian's colors have been independent to the colorists - the only edit being after Rex Lokus gave him green eyes in #5 but were returned to blue in #6 (for consistency ig). along with the classic teen asian haircut, this feels intentional on PKJ's part and i hope Damian will continue to be colored brown here and other books š„ŗšš
one of the things PKJ teased in an interview was the idea of Damian wondering if he even wants to still be Robin, much less Batman (begging this is where main canon Damian gives the Batman mantle up lol). so presenting Damian here as someone absorbed in that life makes me wonder what triggers those thoughts - is it going to be this incident or later? more currently, will Damian be able to protect the civilians that Bruce entrusted him with? especially after getting familiar with a few, however reluctantly?
anyway, a banger first issue that leaves you with just enough crumbs to know what you're expecting but still beg for more: what's the mysterious new group/villain, and their connection to Bruce? will Dr. Bashar and the Wayne grandparents have more to do with the story? how will this all affect Damian outside of being Robin? Talia and Raās?? so many questions!!
#rambling#damian wayne#i'm hilariously busy now but really wanted to give some attention to the new arc!! it's new reader friendly!!#this is ofc a Damian focused ramble but Bruce SHINES in this!!#thereās a scene of him in action that screams Bruce and Batman being one and the same + a reminder how badass he is š#anyway not sure if iāll have the bandwidth for rambles past thisā¦staring at my final two boy wonder ramble draftsā¦#but i hope people take the chance to pick this up!
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Love at first Sight / Billy The Kid
summary : billy assumed the role of your father's right-hand man, working for a man rooted in tradition and possessing a distasteful approach toward women, especially you. as he engaged in conversations with his boss expressing displeasure regarding you, billy found himself increasingly interested in you. your situation, bound by an arranged marriage to the mayor's sonāa union you adamantly rejectedācreated a unique backdrop. It was during a specific event that billy had the opportunity to meet your father's daughter, and in that moment, he became a firm believer in the existence of love at first sight. this entire journey began with his enduring fascination with the scent of your perfume back at your mother's stable.
ps : english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes and grammar errors. please don't copy my work without giving proper credit. thank you!
Billy never experienced a genuine sense of belonging, whether he was away or striving to improve the situation for his family. He was acutely aware of society's treatment of outliers. As the affluent men from the village strolled through the suburbs, they, too, recognized the presence of criminals in their midst, and Billy found himself among them. And yet, he blended himself quite well with the wealth too.Ā
Although you had expected to be the new talk of the town, an arranged marriage with the mayor's son was not on your list of future goals. Furthermore, being wedded to an arrogant individual who was well aware that it was merely a strategic move, and behind closed doors, he had no qualms about bringing his mistress into the same house, was beyond anything you had envisioned. Especially considering that if you had dared to do the same, your father would unleash his fury and shame at dawn, calling you the same names he had directed at your mother. She, in a desperate attempt, had reluctantly embraced the notion of marriage solely to preserve the family legacy.Ā
"She will marry him, no questions asked." Uttered your father, the day before the marriage. And even in this assertion, it was the most affectionate sentiment he could muster towards his wife. Over time, you began to harbor suspicions that he, too, maintained a relationship outside the confines of home. In contrast to your newly arranged husband, your father, at least, displayed a modicum of dignity and refrained from entirely demeaning his wife in the presence of someone he found more alluring.Ā
While the mere rumor of the mayor's son getting married spread, it didn't take long for the news to reach even those living close to your mansion. It was an announcement that resonated beyond the village. Citizens from the village, including yourself, were invited to celebrate this new union. Despite wanting to find humor in the irony of the situation, you found yourself gazing at your reflection in the mirror that very morning. Your hair was styled more meticulously than usual, and your maid affectionately applied a touch of powdered blush on your cheeks, suggesting that you should also apply a shade of red to your lipsāapparently, your husband's favorite color. However, this notion raised suspicions that he might have mentioned it merely as a reminder of his own extramarital affair.Ā
On the contrary, Billy found himself deeply engrossed in his pursuit of a plan to earn money and provide for his family back home. What he failed to mention was that he had been working for a member of your family since the very beginning. However, he soon found himself bewildered, troubled by the revelation that your father had a daughter. Despite being accustomed to your father's often proudly expressed family affairs, what offended Billy the most was the notion of witnessing such a beautiful girl tethered to a man he could hardly bear to part withāyour new husband.Ā
As your father's right-hand man, Billy was privy to more information than he probably should have been. He spent countless hours in conversations, observing how your new husband seemed enamored with the notion of having you as his wife. He openly entertained the idea that his mistress was even more alluring, describing her in rather explicit terms. This perspective left Billy contemplating the disdain these two men harboredānot only for their wealth but also for their audacity in talking aboutĀ you with so much filth coming from their mouth.Ā
Unbeknownst to both of you, there was a transparent tension in the air. Your father, having the audacity, warned Billy to tread carefully. "She's a spicy one, you know." He casually remarked one night at the pub, with your mother expressing concern over your father's prolonged absence. "She could make any man fall in love, a seductress she is." The words of your husband tempted Billy to rise and deliver a punch to his face, but he understood that such an act would cost him his job. Driven by the determination to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face on your wedding day, he suppressed his impulse. "You seem quiet tonight, boy." Your father's voice resonated in Billy's already agitated mind. Despite his initial disdain for the man who employed him, this time, Billy managed a smile. Aware that alcohol had taken its toll on the two affluent men, he began to entertain the thought that perhaps even the most sought-after criminal could outsmart every wealthy aristocrat, including your father and your husband.
As the reality of today being the wedding day sank in, you were expected to catch a glimpse of your husband before the ceremony. How mistaken you were when you decided to step out for a breath of fresh air. Suppressing tears, you tried not to panic at the thought of soon saying "Yes" to your husband, officially binding yourself to him. It was at that moment that Billy saw you in full. Carrying out a discreet surveillance as per your father's instructions, he had to halt his horse to avoid causing a disturbance in your courtyard. Dressed in his customary attire, a matching hat and blouse with his curls peeking through, he stood under the humid weather. His piercing blue eyes locked onto your silhouette. In that moment, Billy realized that love at first sight was indeed a reality.Ā
Your thoughts were consumed by anxiety as you made every effort not to appear completely distraught. Amidst the constant pressure to present perfection, a seemingly inconsequential decision loomed large, poised to alter your life entirely. You were on the verge of declaring your desire to escape this distressing situation forever. If it weren't for your mother's insistence on keeping her daughter by her side, you might have left the wretchedness long before venturing into the wilderness. It was during this tumultuous time that the sound of a horse approaching caught your attention, guided to a halt. A boy of your age emerged, and there was a sense that he might be an outlaw in the employ of your husband's family. His gentle gaze met yours, prompting you to approach cautiously. "May I help you?" You inquired, hoping your recent tears had dried by this point, and the dryness in your voice was simply a result of dehydration.Ā
"I reckon I should be askin' you the same question, darlin'." The accent hinted that the boy hailed from the South. A man of his demeanor might be viewed with disdain or seen as one who relishes the rugged existence of the wilderness as a mere challenge. However, his mannerisms suggested that this same man was well-acquainted with the nomadic lifestyle. Perhaps, if you were an unattached lady with enough daring in your spirit to break free, you could run awayāwith or without a total strangerājust as long as it meant being far away from home. "Billy's the name. Your father hired me to be..." He paused momentarily, conscious of your father's confession the previous night about you being the woman he envisioned. However, Billy wanted to witness it with his own eyes and found himself captivated by your subtle vulnerability and the fearlessness you displayed in conversing with someone of lesser means, not to mention a criminal. "His right-hand man. I reckon we haven't been properly introduced. You must be Y/N.āĀ
Your eyes widened in shock, almost in disbelief, though it wasn't entirely surprising that your father would enlist someone to handle his less savory tasks. It wasn't until today's events that you truly learned about the man your father had only briefly mentioned, leaving you to think he was nothing more than an urban legend. Considering the amount of alcohol in his system, you were hardly surprised. Yet, there he stoodāthe man your father boasted about during lengthy dinners with his men: Billy the Kid. A figure with a shrewd skill for shooting intruders without hesitation, coupled with a charming demeanor. "I am..." You confessed, your admiration for his demeanor evident as you approached. You became conscious of the horse, realizing it was from your mother's stable. "She's been fed properly." Billy remarked, noting your gesture as you began to caress the braided hair of Billy's horseāa routine you had always done, realizing it was all along the horse reserved for him. "Love the braids, by the way."Ā
His compliment sent a warm flush to your cheeks. "I've always wanted to know the owner's skill in braiding. I wanted to thank them, but a little bird told me it was someone's daughter who's about to get married. And upon hearing that, I was sad to hear such news." Among all the men you had encountered in your life, something distinctive resonated in Billy, acknowledging the small gesture. He was aware of your presence only at the wrong times and different hours, lamenting the missed opportunity of not meeting you sooner, especially after learning the news of you becoming a recognized wife.
The news struck Billy deeply. In all honesty, he meant every word he spoke. He realized it was merely a matter of being there at the right time, and he could have been the one to offer you in marriage. The thought of heritage and the possibility of being dismissed due to your father's demise didn't concern him. Billy began to believe that if you had been with him all along, you could have been a free lady. Unlike many men in the wilderness, he would have treated you as the woman you were meant to beāa princess in his eyes. Cheating, for him, was a sin. Despite his own involvement in many crime, he was determined not to tolerate disloyalty and would damn well wage a war against any men who prioritized their sins over loyalty.Ā
"Iā" You were so taken aback by Billy's sudden interest that unfamiliar feelings stirred within you, emotions you hadn't experienced in a long time. You had convinced yourself that love was a distant memory, and the idea of loving your own husband seemed utterly ridiculous. "Y/N! The ceremony is about to start!" Your mother's voice interrupted, drawing attention to Billy's presence. A formal smile appeared on her face, indicating that they knew each other long before you did. After all, he was involved in your father's business, and your father was adept at keeping his affairs away from you. "Billy." Your mother called out his name, prompting a respectful bow from him. "Miss." He acknowledged. "I'll leave you two ladies for the preparations, going back to duty." He announced, to which your mother responded. "Oh, you know you're always welcomed, boy. We even kept a plate for you. You're family."Ā
"You're family." The words echoed in your mind as your mother gently took your arm, guiding you back inside to try on your wedding dress. Before stepping fully inside, you stole a final glance at Billy. He acknowledged your gaze with a brief nod, and you could have sworn you saw a soft smile, implying that everything was going to be okay.Ā
But it didn't. The marriage turned out to be a complete spectacle. The meticulously arranged plates, with the white and red combination your husband had chosen, were even more distasteful than the concept of marriage itself. Despite having said "Yes," anticipating your father's intense gaze throughout the entire wedding, you were proven wrong. To no one's surprise, after a few drinks, he was already drunk and couldn't care less. However, you sensed someone's gaze shifting entirely from your mother to you from afar. It was Billy's gaze, his usual blue eyes looking at you so lovingly that he began to curse himself for not being the fortunate man to propose. "Don't they make a loving pair," your mother would say to him, although it was only for show. Your mother had shown signs of concern that your husband had already found a mistress back at home. She wanted to ensure that you felt the love your husband supposedly felt for the other ladies, and that man turned out to be Billy.
You came to the realization that throughout dinner, you had been putting on a faƧade, performing an act solely to appease the affluent company. The discomfort gradually intensified until it manifested as a nauseating twist in your stomach, making it impossible to consume such an excessive amount of food in such a short span. The moment your husband, adorned with a forced smile and a trace of alcohol on his breath, attempted to lean in, you swiftly rose from your seat. A disconcerting sensation lingered as you tried to evade his touch. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but notice Billy's unwavering gaze, indicating his awareness that something was amiss. True to his character as a loyal confidant, he patiently bided his time until you excused yourself, following suit shortly after. However, Billy's departure did not go unnoticed by your father, who inquired about his early exit. "Just need some fresh air." Was Billy's offered explanation.
Only upon reaching the back door did your eyes well up with tears, the very tears you had struggled desperately to conceal both before and after the wedding. As you brushed your fingers against a ring that didn't rightfully belong to you, an overwhelming desire to scream surged within. The pain and desperation begged for an outlet, a release, but no words emerged. Collapsing to your knees, vulnerability engulfed you completely.Ā
Billy trailed behind, intending to afford you some privacy and a moment alone. However, what he hadn't anticipated was stumbling upon you in such a distressed state. Witnessing you in such a condition was beyond his comprehension. It was inconceivable for him to imagine seeing someone as beautiful and wise as you in such turmoil, especially considering that even his own boss, your father, would allow such a fate. You only became aware of his presence when the rhythmic thud of boots on the wooden planks reached your ears near the back door. Swiftly turning around, you flinched at the sudden noise, relieved to find it was only Billy, signaling there was no need for concern. āWoah there Darlinā. Itās just meā¦āĀ
The casual and frequent use of "Darling" as a term of address by you was a mannerism you couldn't envision any other man adopting. The way he effortlessly and elegantly incorporated it into his speech hinted at an attraction that went beyond mere details. It was apparent that he harbored a profound desire to get to know you better, suggesting a possibility of rediscovering the love you believed was lost. This, of course, hinged on your continued role as a dutiful wife to your husband. However, Billy had his own agenda and plans in motion. That you would come with him, back home.Ā
Your hands strained to reach out, desperate for a connection or anything tangible that could restore the emotions you longed to feel. You yearned to be loved for the woman you truly were, not merely a decorative statue to be admired at someone else's convenience. "Heyā" He noticed your discomfort, limping in an attempt to maintain the facade of perfection. "Shh... Come here." His arms tenderly encircled your waist, a stark contrast to his robust frame, displaying a genuine fear of causing harm. A true gentleman, he was. As he caught the scent of your delicate perfume, a vivid memory surfacedāthe first time he encountered it was when your father had gifted him his retired horse. That same fragrance lingered in the horse's mane. Back then, he couldn't put a face to the scent, but now, he was fortunate to not only have a face to associate it with but also a person to cherish.Ā
"I feel so disgusted... A woman with a husband should not sin." You confessed to him, torn between the desire to have Billy all to yourself and the looming temptation. The notion of love at first sight seemed undeniable, but Billy, with genuine concern, attempted to steer you away from such thoughts. "And let your husband be with that whore back home without even worrying about his own wife? I call that bullshit." His Southern accent became more pronounced, his breath closer beneath your face, and his eyes gleaming in the bright sun of the wilderness. "I wouldn't mind making the husband regret something." He added nonchalantly.Ā
Tilting your head, your gaze was solely fixed on him. "And what sort of action do you propose to make my husband regret so profoundly?" You teased him with a hushed tone. This banter was a familiar game for you, reminiscent of the numerous long dinners accompanying your father, where many men sought your hand in marriage. Yet, all those efforts went to waste, leading your father to plead with you to consider marrying the mayor's son. "Will you love me the way you're looking at me right now?" You inquired, playfully challenging.Ā
"I'll do whatever it takes." He asserted confidently, his thumb tracing the line of your chin, lifting it gently to meet your gaze. Your eyes momentarily wandered to the slightly exposed chest, a sight he might have deliberately unveiled for your eyes only. "Anything within my power to claim you as mine. Even if the consequences become their own, I'm willing to make you feel at home once again."
The notion of feeling at home had eluded you for quite some time, a sensation you hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. The concept of home seemed so distant that even your own residence became something almost unfathomable, much like the tears that had once dried only to resurface now. It occurred to you that perhaps Billy was the man you had longed to find in your life. If not for that realization, you would be compelled to thank your father for hiring Billy during that critical moment. Fortunately for both of you, Billy shared the same fervor to bring you home with him, even if it meant sneaking out or feigning vacations.Ā
āWouldnāt, they suspect of my absent? My husband could care less anywayā¦ā Billy chuckled slightly at the irony of the situation. Something he too found oddly ironic by the subject of you being the object of another wedding that in the end was only to keep the money aligned. āI might have a few tricks up to my sleeve, darlinā. How do we say? By dawn tomorrow? Iāll come pick you up.āĀ
As you contemplated the excuse, fully aware that you would scrutinize it, he pressed on. "Mother said she'll keep this a secret. She mentioned you'd been in contact with a distant cousin, and the plan was for you to spend a few weeks there and such. Oddly enough, your husband didn't seem to mind and even agreed." Your eyes registered disbelief. Did you hear correctly? Your mother? The same mother who appeared so vulnerable and hesitant, had orchestrated everything behind your fatherās back. She was likely cognizant of Billy's admiration for you since his initial visit to the stable, where he expressed a desire to confront your father whenever he spoke of you in a distasteful manner.Ā
"I promised her that I'd protect you and play the part of an unsuspecting ally upon returning to your husband. Your father tasked me with being your right-hand man this time, but it seems our luck had something even more significant in store." He confessed with softened eyes. A part of you yearned to embrace him, to acknowledge and reciprocate his admiration. However, your gaze shifted to his lips, a desire he sensed had been lingering since your first meeting. Without hesitation, he gently held your chin with one hand, drawing your lips closer to his, fully immersing both of you in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss you had no intention of ending, a kiss that spoke of loveāsomething noticeably absent in your husband's crude and repulsive attempts to win your favor. āMineā¦ā You whispered so softly, begging for more kisses through it all.Ā
āMine foreverā¦ SeƱorita.ā
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You know? I kinda wonder...
In a Self Insert type scenario, in Star Wars?
They would be MUCH more open to listening to "buddy, a storm's comin'" type warnings. Their Cannon knowledge, even if spotty, would probably echo with the Force and draw its attention to them somewhat. Because they KNOW.
KNOW what is going to happen. Not guess. Not assume. KNOW. Like the Force does. And that? Coupled with their inherent strangeness? Would make them the oddly colored duck of the flock, as it were. Not Super Important... buuuut? Easy to spot.
One of the Force's Blorbos.
Just cause, really. Cause they look funny. The Force doesn't even have a plan for um! But they turned up, ate the Force's food, and look at their wittle faaaace~ā! So it's keeping them. You know... assuming they survive.
Which?
Brings me to my point?
Since they LISTEN? The Force probably chatters like a mofo. Since a Self Insert would be anxious and constantly ASKING for wisdom. For help. A friend. Guidance of any kind. The Force would be draped around them like a particularly pleased with itself shoulder cat. A hovering backseat driver.
Because you DO keep asking, after all.
It's like muscle memory. Building strength. Not... not GREAT, in all actuality? Because Self Insert is avoiding making their OWN choices, probably out of fear? But on the OTHER hand? Both of them KNOW that there is literally a Sith Master like... less then 5 minutes away from where they live. Constantly.
And they are a Youngling.
So???
At What Point?? Does the Force? Engage "Fuck it, we take our baby and run" protocols?
Just? FULL ON "you stop midway through making your dinner, turn off the soup, pick up your kids, leave the house, and NEVER LOOK BACK". Because? Yes. The Jedi KNIGHTS and MASTERS may have vows to try and protect the people of the Republic?
BUT THE YOUNGLINGS DO NOT.
They, in fact, need to be PROTECTED.
And if the Force itself? Says "if you stay here, they WILL die."? You gotta go. Hopefully? You have enough warning to like... pack a ship. But, ya might NOT. Might just be "aaaand, everybody put down your pads! Suprise field trip to Anywhere Else! IMMEDIATELY. Single file, younglings. No running!" Like?
What would you do?
I kinda wanna see it.
Just this somber, vaguely haunted, crechling walking up to import figures like Madam Nu and Yoda going "if I tell you The Force told me we have to take the younglings, ALL OF THEM, and any history we think is worth preserving, and LEAVE... would you listen? Or would you let us die here?" With their tiny lil face and to serious expression.
Like a prophet of Doom.
And WHERE? Exactly? Are they supposed to go? Oh, simple. They are to Trust In The Force. And let it guide them. Out IN THE UNKNOWN REGIONS of wild space! Because THATS fine! Is this a joke?
No.
No the youngling is dead serious. Terrifyingly serious. Has been studying how to pilot a shop like they will have to do so THEMSELF. Asking questions that paint a concerning portrait of a child that fully intends to take their peers on this journey, with or without them.
And the Force? The Force says they MUST. That it is impossibly important they DO.
WELL THEN....
Do they... TELL anybody?
No. Not a single soul. Specifically, not a single soul In The Senate. Ah. Concerning! Guess we're? "Losing" a ship in the war? Oh dear. Such casualties. All those lives. Oh noooooo, and such and so forth. UNRELATED note! It's been FAR too long since this temple was cleaned! Unacceptable. You, random clones definitely not assigned to that ship we definitely just lost! Help us... clean!
Just?
The power of "fuck it, we took our ball and went home/left"? Should be USED more in fics. The Force TOTALLY knows where some sweet, sweet habitable planets are. You'll NEVER fuckin find them if they don't want you too! An entire temple of Jedi asking for the SAME thing? Versus a crusty lil shit?
They asked first. And nicely!
With THIS, balance is maintained. Not through FORCE. But through walking away for a bit. Allowing OTHERS to decide if this is what THEY want for themselves. Order 66 may or may not still happen? But? At most? All you would kill is the current fighting adults. Not the teachers. Not the elders. And CERTAINLY not the young.
They? Are far away. Where the Force is still clear and the light is strong. Growing up. Reflecting on what went wrong. Farming. Building a new temple with the Clones. You know, the ones who didn't have their comms. Never GOT that dreaded order. Get to live free men on a peaceful planet.
Cause historically? You send your kids AWAY from active wars zones. Places that are priority targets for your enemies. And if the Force itself is saying "move the babies"? Welp! Guess you gotta move um, don't ya? It's scary. Uncertain.
But it is an act of faith.
And I just? Wanna see Sith's plans just COMPLETELY fuckin implode? Because they could not plan for Faith. For Trust and Community and Hope. All the things they believe so trite. So worthless. The very things that would lead grown adults, POWERFUL PEOPLE, to actually? LISTEN to a mere youngling. Then follow their lead.
It would be?
Inconceivable to them.
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careless whisper by george michael , gojo , angst
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CW: cheating, angst, hurt/no comfort, reader has female pronouns (referred to as madam and birthday girl), alcohol consumption (all characters are of age), swearing
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For one night, one night alone you were going to put all of your suspicions and past hurt aside and enjoy the party. After all, it was your birthday so the night was supposed to be all about you.
Shooting a smile at your boyfriend across the room you can't help but feel your stomach flutter as he shoots you a wink and begins making his way through the crowd towards you. Stopping in front of you he sweeps forward in an exaggerated bow, extending his arm.
āMadam Birthday Girl, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?ā
Laughing at his antics, you relax, reassured by his usual behavior. Of course everything was normal between the two of you. You were just being paranoid. Placing your hand in his, you allowed him to escort you onto the dance floor.
I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
Wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying slowly to the music you rested your face against his chest and enjoyed the peace of the moment. Or, at least you tried to.
As soon as your nose brushed his blue button up your senses were invaded with some sort of expensive oriental perfume, meant to be subtle with rose and jasmine. But judging from the way your nose burned, whoever had been wearing it must have been wearing a whole bottle for the residual left on his clothes to be so strong. Nothing like the one or two spritzes of understated wildflower perfumes you preferred.Ā
Fighting the urge to gag at the overpowering scent, you looked up over his shoulder in an attempt to get some fresh air. Instead you were confronted by lipstick stains on the edge of his collar. Bright pink lipstick stains, which couldnāt possibly be yours, because you would never wear a color that garish.Ā
Suddenly you no longer felt like dancing, and as the songās outro played you decided to give him one more chance to explain himself after the party. If he couldnāt do that, then the two of you were done. Looking up into his eyes you gave him a forced smile, a small part of you screaming that this was going to be the last time the two of you danced like this.
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad good-byes
After the song ended Gojo watched you walk away, unsettled by the finality in your eyes. Had you figured it out? Did you know where he had been before the party? Who was he kidding of course you had. As much as the two of you had danced around the obvious truth for months he knew that you knew. He had fallen in love with your quick wits and intelligence. There was no way you hadnāt put two and two together.
But despite forgotten dates, the nights he came home late or not at all, the perfume that wasnāt yours clinging to his skin, he dared to hope that you would just keep pretending not to know. That things could stay the way they were. If only you werenāt so smart.
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
Walking across the room you mingled with the guests, accepting birthday wishes and engaging in small talk. Heading over to the bar, you got a refill on your drink and leaned against the bar sipping it. You heaved a sigh, wishing the entire thing was over and that you could just go home. A large warm hand placed on your shoulder interrupted your stewing, causing you to turn around.
āOh! Geto! Hi! I wasnāt expecting you to come. How are you?ā You were surprised to see noneĀ other than your boyfriendās best friend, Geto Suguru. The large man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly at your surprise.
āSorry, I was in the area and decided to drop by. Iām doing okay, but actually Iām here to ask you that. Iām really sorry about what Satoru did. It was fucked up. How are you doing with the breakup? I may be his best friend but just know that Iām always here for you-ā
āWait, what? The breakup?ā You were confused. You hadnāt even told your best friends about your plans to confront Satoru, seeing as you had only made up your mind a few minutes ago.Ā āWhat are you talking about?ā
āWhat do you mean āwhat do you mean?ā We had a conversation and Satoru promised me-ā Realization lit up in his dark eyes. āHe didnāt do it, did he? Oh that son of a-ā He stops, looking at you guiltily.
āListen, Iām really sorry. You should hear it from him. I gotta go now.ā With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut.
From across the room, Gojo watched his friend leave, knowing that whatever had just happened between the two of you could not not have been good. Not wanting to obsess over what Suguru could have said, he turned away and jumped into a conversation. Whatever was said had been said already. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment.
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
If he had watched a few seconds longer he would have seen you shake yourself then chase after his friend, looking for answers. Darting around guests and avoiding dancing couples you caught up to Geto just outside of the building.
āWait!ā You yelled, hurrying to catch up with him. āYou canāt just leave like that! I need to know what you mean.ā
Not turning, Geto shook his head. āTrust me on this one. You donāt want to know. Let him tell you. Iāll make sure he does, but you shouldnāt hear this from me.ā
āIām pretty sure I already know.ā The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. āHeās cheating on me, right? Listen, I need to know. Iām probably going to break up with him tonight. So it doesnāt matter anyways. Just tell me.ā
Rubbing his face with one hand he sighed and chuckled without humor. āOf course you know. Jesus this whole situation is so fucked up.ā He turned around and looked at you properly.
āLetās go find somewhere to sit. This might take a little while.ā
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
Geto had left a couple of minutes ago, leaving you sitting on a sidewalk bench organizing your thoughts. Fighting the urge to cry, you were unsure why the pain in your chest was so sharp. You had been almost positive, he was cheating on you, so why did it hurt so bad to have your suspicions confirmed? It wasnāt like the knowledge was anything new to you.
Maybe it was because you now knew that the woman was the daughter of a wealthy family close to the Gojos. Maybe it was because you knew that it had been going on for months, and when Geto found out he had made Satoru promise to either end things with the other girl or break up with you. Maybe it was knowing that after making that promise Geto had found him with the other woman again, leading him to assume Satoru had broken up with you.Ā
Whatever it was, it fucking hurt. Letting out a small sob, you clutched your chest feeling your heart break. Unable to stop the tears from spilling over your waterline you opened your phone and texted him that you knew before you could back out.
But as you wiped your face and headed back to the party because you would be damned if you let him ruin your night, a small part of you wished you hadnāt discovered the truth.
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find
After receiving your text, Satoru watched the entrance intensely, waiting for you to return. The second you step through the door he locks eyes with you, gesturing towards the outside, mouthing that he wanted to talk.
Instead of turning around and walking back outside so the two of you could talk like he had expected, you just strolled into the party and joined a group of your friends. Whipping out his phone, he tried to send you a text, only to discover that he had been blocked.
Then the panic set in as he started trying to make his way towards you. But at that moment a popular song came on over the speakers, and the crowd became rowdy, making it impossible for him to get to you. It was like the crowd was against him, pushing him back towards the edge of the dance floor instead of across it to where you were.
Didnāt they understand that he needed to get to you? That he need to explain himself? He wishes the crowd would just disappear. That it was just you and him, with nothing else in the way.
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
As he continues to scan the crowd for you, he finally catches sight of you dancing with your friends, laughing and singing along to the song. Shouting your name, he waves frantically, but the venom in your eyes when they meet his make his voice die out.Ā
Maybe it was for the better that the two of you didnāt talk right then. You didnāt seem like you were in a place where you would be able to talk reasonably. Turning, he decided to head out for the night and give you the space you so clearly needed. He would just talk to you tomorrow.
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say
The next day when he went to your place to talk, Satoru was greeted by a box of all of his things sitting outside of your apartment and a post-it note declaring that the two of you were over. And despite all of his screaming and pleading and banging on the door, you didnāt come out that day. Or the next. Or the one after that.
Now itās been months, and heās given up on winning you back. Itās clear you have no interest in hearing him out. And in those three months he had come to realize just how much you had meant to him. You were his better half, the one he truly loved. The other woman he had cheated on you with couldnāt hold a candle to you.Ā
If only he hadnāt been such an idiot. Maybe if he hadnāt been so conceited and cocky he would have seen the value in what the two of you shared and the two of you would still be together. Maybe the two of you would have spent the rest of your lives in happiness together. But thatās not what happened, and now he was all alone.Ā
We could have lived this dance forever
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Years had passed, and he was still alone. At first he had tried dating to get over you, but after realizing that the first girl had a similar smile to you, the second had the same shade eyes as you, the third your hair color, he stopped.Ā
It didnāt matter how hard he subconsciously tried to find girls to replace you. None of them were ever going to be you. And the guilt he harbored over the way he treated you would follow him into the grave. He lost the best thing that ever happened to him. There was no recovering from that.
And I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
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This Week in BL - Many Tiny Idiots, Some Irreverent Hotness & an Engagement
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Oct 2024 Week 4
Ongoing Series - Thai
Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 4 of 16 - OK so Hill has really been trying to pick him up from the beginning? I donāt understand why thereās any doubt around girls at all. He Gay everyone. Why is Tatch (2 Moons Ambassador) the only seme in Thai BL history allowed to actually just say "I donāt date women.ā
Why is that so hard?
This show is definitely frustrating me, but I must admit that itās the one I look forward to the most each week.
Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 15 - I am now only watching the uncut version, and I gotta say it makes all the difference. Please donāt watch the cut version of this show if you can possibly help it. Itās like cliff's notes of cliff's notes. I love the tiny side couple of tough kid + the dork of the music club. Ah the beach sequence. Condenced WAY DOWN, I see. We lost one of the most iconic lines in all BL butĀ i think everything is improved by how much tighter the plot is in the remake (6 episodes became 1!). So Iām enjoying it. Weirdly, I'm not sure I would be enjoying it, if I hadnāt seen the original.
Is anyone watching this on iQIYI who hasn't seen the original? Just out of curiosity. Tell me how it's going for you, would ya?Ā
I'm doing a face-off style watch along of this new version versus the original 2014-2015 version.
Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - I donāt entirely get it. They were apart for approximately 11 minutes. I wouldāve thought GMMTV wouldāve drawn it out for longer and more angst. Smiley face kiss was cute, but the star of this ep was that gorgeous pale blue waffle sweater on Q. What a great color for Leng!Ā
Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - I do like that weāre seeing an honest exploration of poverty and hopelessness. Iām not sure how I feel about it inside my BL, tho Iām willing to persavere for this pair.
Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 12 end - Someone said recently "just imagine what TutorYim could do with an actual script." And you know what? I agree. Because they sure as shit havenāt gotten one yet. And itās getting quite frustrating. Iām having JaFirst flashbacks. Frankly, 2024 has been a year of unmitigated BL nonsense narratives. And Iām tired of it. I know itās bog standard for the genre, but it feels like thereās been more than normal faff this year.
SummaryĀ
An incredibly convoluted, disjointed, and badly-paced drama that is about(?) some writers writing a thing and some boys who knew each other when they were kids, lots of pretty sexy times, and not much else. The visuals are gorgeous, the side couples are overly appealing (with little to no screen time), the dubbing and sound is absurdly bad, and the fantasy novel (play within a play) makes no sense whatsoever while also managing to be the show that we all actually wanted to see instead of what we were given. 6/10Ā
In conclusion, I have no interest in attempting to understand or revisit this show, and I certainly wouldnāt recommend it, but if you have nothing better to doā¦ā¦ the sex is good (frankly I have exes that satisfy all the same criteria). So there it is: this show is like a bad but still hot ex. Ā
Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Nice to see Fiat in something again. Namping is very angel baby.Ā This episode made me think that this pair would do a great Thai remake of Love Tractor, and now thatās pretty much all I want in life. I enjoyed wardrobe in this episode. It looks like we get the same characters next week. Cool.Ā
Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I guess everyone is messy slutty bisexual in this show? Do I care? Not even slightly. BLabies, I donāt think Iām gonna make it. I might have to drop this one.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 1-2 of 13 - I adore it, what a wonderful meet cute. I love a Taiwanese BL that starts with a gratuitous kidnapping, some chasing, and a bit of a fight sequence. We in OLD fashioned territory.Ā
Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 5 of ? - I continue to enjoy it very much.
My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 4 of 7 - Oh! Is the sleazy boss gonna turn out to be actually a sleazy player? That would be an interesting twist.
Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 3 of 8 - Iām really not a big fan of my pain coming from Korea. Iām getting a whiff of To My Star 2 from this one. And that does not make me happy. I know: high quality high angst yada yada blah blah blah. But also unnecessary pain? No thank you.Ā
First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) ep 12 end - Of course, I love the part where Reese and Orca spoke each otherās languages.
Conclusion
Had this been produced a mere 3 or 4 years ago, I wouldāve been quite enamored. But by comparison to what weāve been getting, this is a lackluster offering. A has-been musician and a much younger composer meet, fall in love, and attempt to rectify his stalled musical career. Cute side couple of a Thai popstar + his Korean manager. Everyone is very fine and it was a fine show. I wasnāt disappointed, but I wasnāt impressed either. 8/10Ā
Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 6 of 10 eps - It was a fun little confession and climax, there was crying, and a bridge kiss (been a while) all of this appeals to me even if they are tiny idiots (in the immortal words of @heretherebedork )
Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 5-6 of 12 - More tiny idiot boyfriends who donāt realize theyāre boyfriends. Thatās it, thatās all thatāsĀ happening. Ostensibly thereās some kind of murder. But it seems to be acting more like set dressing than plot.
It's airing but...
The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) 10 eps - Supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.
In case you missed it
Mew & Tul legit engaged.
Love in the Big City (Korea Viki) 8ep - Vicki dropped them all at once which means I did what I do under such circumstances and skipped to watch the final episode. (I am well aware that this makes me a monster. ) Anygay, that told me that Iām not gonna be bothering to watch the series. Now y'all can tell me how amazing it is and what Iāve missed and blah blah blah. But Iām comfortable with my choice. Itās ICRY 2.0 + HIV. And Iām not willing to play its literatti game. At some point I might watch it on fast-forward for the sex scenes, but Iām not at that point yet.Ā
Next Week Looks Like This:
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
Still Coming:
10/27 Perfect 10 Liners (Thai Sun YouTube?) 24 eps! - New directing yet another university BL with engineers + their mentees. Based on a Jittirain novel. with a massive cast and massive run time. We will be watching this until APRIL of 2025!
ForceBook playing the same old characters = enemies to lovers tsunder/sunshine jock/nerd thing.
PerthChimonSanta are doing the cohabitation cool guy/dork trope.
JuniorMark are doing popular sunshine meets lonely sad boy (the only interesting pair IMHO).
I think Blue Canvas of Youthful Days has started on iQIYI but I only get it on Viki and that doesn't drop for a few days, plus...... CBL......? Not sure I'll report on this one unless it's really good.
THIS WEEKāS BEST MOMENTS
From Uncle Unknown which is truly terrible but this was so SO funny. I'm still chuckling when I think about it.
The first representation of shipping in a BL that I actually enjoyed. Also Dat's clear approval of being shipped didn't hurt. (Judge)
(lask week)
The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs
Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.
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drabble idea - javi and reader at some family/friends party before the kids, maybe engaged already and reader is holding a cousins baby or something. Javi isnāt with her and when he enters the room heās awestruck. He already knew he wanted kids with her and a family but just seeing her bouncing the baby while laughing at something someone is saying just completely takes his breath away.
Baby (Drabble)
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A/N: This is so incredibly adorable, and of course, I will make this come true for you, Anon. I hope you enjoy šš«¶
Summary: Javier spots you at a party with a baby in your arms. Suddenly, he knows what he wants.
Pairing: Javier PeƱa x f!reader (no y/n)
Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, baby fever, lovelovelove.
Word count: 1k
Baby
Amidst the lively chatter of a family gathering, Javier looks for you in the living room after having had a beer with his father outside on the terrace.
He passes by several tĆas who pinch his cheeks and compliment his choice of shirt to which he gives you the credit. They call him handsome, and he charms them back as if itās the most natural thing in the world.
āNo wonder you ended up with such a catch, Javi,ā one of them says, referring to you. She nods in your direction but he still cannot see you for all the people having gathered in the tiny house, canāt hear your voice either in between bursts of laughter and screen doors opening and closing.Ā
He starts to make his way in your direction, craving your gentle touch when he starts to feel overwhelmed by these kinds of things. On his way, he ruffles the hair of one of his nephews who shows him a stack of colorful football cards.Ā
āVery cool,ā he says genuinely as he looks over the boyās shoulder. He hasnāt been home in so long that he isnāt up to date with the local team anymore, otherwise he would have mentioned that.Ā
āIām only missing a few of my favorite team,ā his nephew replies excitedly and it earns him another hair ruffle. Javier continues through the crowd afterward.Ā
There you are, he thinks to himself, and just when he is about to approach you, all the wind is knocked out of him because you are in the middle of a conversation, laughing at something that is being said, and you have SofĆa, his cousinās daughter, on your hip.Ā
He stops in his tracks, freezing to the spot to watch you. At that moment, he knows that he wants to build a family with you. It becomes so clear as he observes you naturally talk to the baby on your arm, smiling widely down at her only to giggle when you receive a grin right back. He catches a glimpse of the future and the incredible mother you could be and on top of that, the incredible mother that he wants to make you.Ā
It isnāt that he has never had the thought of starting a family with you before but seeing you navigate having a child in your arms so effortlessly makes him grasp how real and possible it is that itāll one day be his child you are holding.
A few children run past him, shouting loudly as they chase each other and the noise pulls him out of his trance. All the other grownups have faded into the background, and it seems that his brain can only think of kids, bedtime stories, coloring books, and parent-teacher conferences. His head swims.
Even more so when the noise also makes you look up and catch his eye. You smile at him and it tugs at something in his chest. He needs to be close to you, taking longer steps than normal to get to you quicker.
āHello fiancĆ©e,ā he says when he approaches and kisses you softly. You say hello back but seem busy staring down at the baby in your arms. He turns his attention to the little bundle of joy, reaching out to twist the soft hairs on top of her head until it is standing up in a spiral, āY hola a tĆ, SofĆa, ĀæCĆ³mo estĆ”s? (And hello to you, SofĆa. How are you?)āĀ
SofĆa gurgles at getting further attention. She swings her little fists.Ā
āYour cousin just asked me if I could take her for a moment,ā you explain with a shy smile, bouncing SofĆa on your hip. She smiles widely up at you, squealing with delight as you make a face at her, āAnd you are so cute, arenāt you? Oh, look at her little tuft of hair.ā
Javier adores you. He watches SofĆa reach out for your earring, trying to yank on it and you grab her little hand but never once look irritated. Instead, you let her hold onto your fingers instead and say something gentle again.Ā
āWe should make one,ā he announces quietly so only you can hear it, leaning closer to you to keep the conversation private. You look up immediately but still tickle at SofĆaās tiny palm.Ā
āA baby?ā You ask with wide eyes. Itās a little louder than you intended, and a few heads turn to look at you. You lower your voice, clearing your throat at first, āA baby?ā
āSĆ, mi amor (yes, my love),ā he snakes an arm around your back to rest his hand on your hip, āA dozen of them actually.ā
āWeāre getting married next year,ā you tut, shaking your head as if he is being ridiculous, āIām not looking like someone who swallowed a soccer ball in my wedding dress.ā
āYou could wear an old football jersey and I would still marry you,ā he kisses the side of your head, āĀæPero quĆ© no (but why not)?āĀ
āOne thing at a time,ā you say with a nervous chuckle. Then you shift SofĆa in your arms, āCan you take her? I am so damn thirsty.ā
āSure, bring her here,ā he holds out his arms, āCāmere, Princesa (princess).ā
The transfer is so smooth that one would think you have done it before. He gets a tiny hand in his face, SofĆa feeling his cheek.Ā
āBe right back,ā you say with a sweet smile, āBoth of you.ā
One thing at a time, you said. However, with the way you turn back to watch him with SofĆa in his arms as you head for the drinks table, he knows that this is what you want too.
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
this can also be read as a stand alone! (prefer read the other parts too to feel more of the grief)
pairing: king!hongjoong x queen!reader (royalty au)
wc: 2.9k
genre: fluff, angst (like super angst)
a/n: i kinda went overboard with the wc, but please take note that this is the QUEEN'S POV. i don't want you guys to misunderstood the story, ok then, enjoy! sorry in advanced if there are any errors in it. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3
"do you want to be queen, y/n?"
"what?! you want me to marry your father?"
"NO!! Its not that,"
"then what is it, crown prince kim hongjoong?"
"I'm asking you to marry me and be my queen,"
"your proposal sounds like you're asking me out to play in the garden," you raised your eyebrow at him amusingly.
you both looked at each other and laughed whole heartedly under the shade provided by an oak tree on top of a hill.
the two of you have known each other since you were kids. as the daughter of the king's personal assistant, you two spent most of your lives running around playing with each other in the palace. you were always each other's company.
"CROWN PRINCE HONGJOONG!!!" the yelling of the maids and royal guards. looking for the young teenager.
behind the gate walls, you stood there with hongjoong, hand in hand, and your backs closely against the wall. he looks at you and shushed you to be quiet as he started running towards a direction pulling you with him by your entangled hands, forcing you to run with him.
passing through the village, over a small river, and a few trees not enough to be called a forest but enough to hid what was behind it. hongjoong closed your eyes with both of his hands, and carefully guided you. you gasp in amazement when he showed you the view. a wide meadow filled with tall bright golden petaled flowers. sunflowers.
"i know how much you really love sunflowers, so i planted them here myself, hidden and far away from everyone's sight," he said proudly to you. the only person who knew this meadow is just the two of you. you were left speechless, not knowing how to respond to him. it truly warms your heart to one of his love languages. his efforts showed his love for you.
"this shall be our secret place, my love," he pulls you into his embrace and you held him back tightly. feeling each other's heartbeat. he felt so pleasant and comfy.
"my future queen." he added and kisses the crown of your head.
after being officially engaged, hongjoong would always accompany you to all of your dress fittings. he loves the way every piece of clothing fits perfectly on you, and how it made you shine brighter.
"oh my god! you look so majestic in that color!!" he complimented you with doe eyes, adoring your figure.
you did a little twirl showing it off more to him and he squealed at how lovely you looked. it made his heart beats so fast and his face flushed red, he hid his face in his hands, too shy to show you his honest reaction. you can't help but laughed at him and took his hand away and lands a soft kiss on his cheeks. he felt so flustered with your bold reaction and not wanting to lose, he kisses your lips softly. he dragged you onto his lap and you both enjoyed kissing lovingly at each other and giggling in between.
it was the most grand and eventful wedding to ever be held. he was way more excited and thrilled than you were. he wanted the best for you, and he did. inviting guests from all affiliates, everyone in the country, every living being, he wanted the whole world to know that you're officially his. he had royal professional dressmakers custom you the most beautiful piece of wedding attire. gifting you rare and luxurious jewelleries. ordering royal cooks to prepare thousands of your favourite delicacies. he wanted everyone to know that its your signature dish. banners and posters of you two hung all over the country to celebrate.
he hired the most talented musicians to specifically play your favourite tune. fresh flowers decorated the entire palace walls. he ordered well know artistic painters to create the most magnificent portraits of you and so he hung them in his office. he loved you so dearly with all of his heart. though his words were not enough, he expressed them by showing you. tears of heartfelt stream down his face during the ceremony. you are his friend, his lover, his wife, his queen.
the people knowing their rulers were deeply in love with each other, they had hope for a very bright future for their country.
he had the maids prepared his quarters as to fit the two of you. he opposed the tradition of you having your own quarters. he wanted to be close to you at all times. sleeping next to you. waking up with you in his arms. spending night and day with you. share all those intimate times together. you had always have each other.
hongjoong appointed personal maids and servants to always accompany you and take care of your needs when he's not there beside you.
after years of reign, hongjoong was suggested by his royal advisor to have a concubine. it has always been a tradition passed down by generations. but he banished all of his father's concubine after the former king died and closed down the harem. knowing that only you holds his heart, he shall not need other women. but a dark hidden part of him wanted to agree with the advisor.
it took him months trying to figure out the words to you, but no words were needed. his actions spoke louder. he grew distant. he was less affectionate. and his mind wonders around whenever you talk to him. he didn't noticed he had neglected you until you finally spoke up when you knew about his plans during dinner.
"you want to bring back the harem?"
he choked on his food and you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction first then helped him before he suffocates himself to death.
"i understand with our current situation, i shall give you my permission, under one condition," you added.
the man didn't have time to explain it to you. but you were so understandable with the 'current situation'. he wanted, needed a successor. a child. a continuation of his bloodline. he looks at you attentively. his heart felt sorrow that you agreed to this idea.
"let me have my own quarters-"
"i object your request, my queen," he cuts you off. he denied your suggestion to be places further away from him.
"then do you want me to sit and watch in your room while you and your concubines bang and do your things??" a hint of amusement in your tone and a smirk on your face.
realisation hits the man in front of you and he averts his gaze away from you. he had never felt so embarrassed and stupid.
"its called giving privacy, you foolish king," flicking you fingers softly on hongjoong's forehead. he replied nothing but an amusing laugh at your humor. you called out for your head maid.
"prepare the empty quarters, move out all of my belongings from his majesty's quarters to there. it shall be mine from now on." the head maid was beyond shock when you gave her the orders. she kept on asking the reasons and you told her everything. she was one of the closest people you have in this palace.
even after the opening of the harem, and king's night was full of lust with his new concubines. every after intimate night he would head over your quarters, knocking softly on your door, begging you to let him in.
it surprised you at first but day by day it became a normal routine.
"it just doesn't feel the same without you. it felt so wrong," hearing out hongjoong's rants while having him laying down on your chest, his face snuggled in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. you ran down your fingers softly tracing indescribable patterns, comforting him.
but those nights and regime slowly vanish after he spent most of his nights with the same concubine.
during your usual stroll, you stumbled upon a young woman crouching at the bank of the small stream in the palace grounds. you approached her slowly not wanting to startled her but your shadow caught her attention. she stood up and bowed at you respectfully. glancing at her outfit, she must be the one.
"you must be his favourite," you stated and she looked up at you with a confused look.
'she does look adorable, i understand him now.' you thought to yourself.
"its nice meeting you my dear. be careful not to hurt yourself, okay." you smiled, patting her head and left her alone while you continue on your evening stroll.
you stumbled upon the same concubine again from a far on a lovely evening. she noticed your figure and came running down at you with something in her grasp. stopping in front of you, she squealed in excitement and bowed as usual.
"what's gotten you so excited?" you chuckled merrily at her behavior.
"i plucked these out for you, it reminded me of your beauty." she handed out a small bouquet of mix flowers to you and you took them wholeheartedly while your head maid looks at them in disbelieve.
"its so nice of you plucking out flowers in my own garden and gifting them back to me like this."
the woman in front of you gasped in shock. repeatedly muttering apologies. she wasn't informed of your garden. you were furious but it all faded away because they're flowers. and its because it reminded her of yourself.
flowers reminded you of someone too. someone who used to gift you endless fresh flowers everyday. it made you smile to yourself like a fool. you accepted her pleas and pats her head as usual and made your way.
"put these in a vase and place them in his majesty's office." you handed out the flowers to your head maid walking beside you.
your time spent with hongjoong was getting less day by day. some days you didn't even see him in your sight. you've miss him. his laugh. his smile. his voice. his touch. his kiss. his mere presence.
"hongjoong, would you-"
"not now, I'm busy, tell me later." he cuts you off when you stumbled each other at the hallway.
"what?" you mutter in disbelieve.
"I'm sorry, y/n, love, we'll talk tonight." and he left. leaving you with no further explanation.
you felt your knees weaken and you dropped down on the cold floor. all these time, he had never dismissed you. no matter how important the work was, he always puts you first. even during meetings with the ministers, he dismissed them all just to give you all his utmost attention.
tears streaming down your face unknowingly. your hands clawing at your aching heart.
you asked hongjoong for his opinion on your appearance, for you had dolled up a bit for him today. trying to win his heart back.
"you looked gorgeous as always, my queen," he replied as he held your face in the palm of his hands.
"i love you, hongjoong." you spoke and leans in onto his touch. eyes straight into his. a soft smile on his gorgeous face, but his eyes betrayed the words he admitted. there was no spark as it used to. your heart starting to swell in pain.
"i love you too, sweetheart," he replied with still flutters at the nickname he called you. sweetheart.
somehow it suddenly felt wrong. it felt one sided.
the day you needed someone. someone to hear out you rants. someone to hold you close. consoling you with sweet words. someone who understands you. a person? a friend?
your lover, you yearn for him.
making your way to his office asking his assistant for his presence but was denied as it was said he was busy. again. he's busy. turning around in defeat, but you did not take any steps away from the door. your ears perked upwards at the loud laughter emitted from behind the door. loud giggles of a woman. a very familiar woman.
you looked over at the servant and he bowed to you, understanding your feelings, he apologise in the king's behalf.
you gave him a bitter smile and made your way to your awaiting quarters. every step you take, the more you weep in silent.
every morning the king greeted you at breakfast but it doesn't sound sincere anymore.
every afternoon the king spent his time in his office. laughing away with another woman.
every evening the king enjoys his time strolling around the palace hand in hand with that other woman.
and every night the king made love with his woman. his dearest concubine.
your usual evening routine was disturbed and it felt like your world stopped moving when you laid your eyes on the king and his concubine walking side by side towards your direction.
you gasped in shock when you saw the flower in the concubine's hands. a bright golden petaled flower. a sunflower.
"y-you took her to our meadow?" you voice laced with hurt.
you clutched your heart filled with sorrow and ran away as fast as you could without looking back. not bothering the call of your name by the king and your maid. not minding either the tears gushing out of your eyes as you kept on running aimlessly. somewhere in the forest, you sat down leaning back against a random tree and wailed your heart out.
hongjoong looked for you everywhere. your quarters. the meadow. the oak tree. the palace grounds. the whole village. before the search order was executed, you made your presence in front of the gate.
all eyes were on you, especially his. your maid slowly approach before you stopped her and everyone else's movements and words with a simple raise of your hand.
"don't."
a simple word you uttered, but your tone holds more power to it. with an numb expression. your eyes bore into the king's eyes in nothing but emptiness. he felt hurt for once. but it wasn't even the slightest near as much as how you felt. he gave you space and dismissed everyone, including your loyal head maid. even the maid was more loyal than your own lover.
you waited for hours in your room, on your bed. waiting for hongjoong. you still had some faith in him and hoped that he would come knocking on your door. a part of you still wants him. then there it was, a knock.
"hongjoong!?" you sat up abruptly, eyes gleaming at the door in hope, but it died down in an instant when you saw the person.
"sorry I'm not the person you hoped for, your majesty," your maid.
"the sun has already risen." she added. you looked over the window. she's right. how could you not notice the light? maybe its because the light in you died.
you never expected to find the other woman in the throne room. your throne room.
"what's a whore lurking around in my throne room," you looked at her with arms crossed over your chest.
"sorry to disappoint you, but your king isn't here," you added with a sneer and you kept on insulting and hurting her feelings with nothing but the truth of her service to the king. it was until you were interrupted by the king's voice himself.
"Y/N!! i have never heard you speak with such obnoxious words. mind your language," you responded him with a simple scoff. rolling your eyes at him.
"you are to never speak ill of her ever again," he added while wrapping his arms around the woman's waist as she clings herself onto your man.
"you're joking..." you utter in disbelieve.
"my queen-"
"no, to make things clear. i am the queen of this country, the ruler of my people, and most of all, i am no longer the queen of your heart."
"don't say that, my love. you know how much i love you," his nickname of you still made your heart skip a beat. but his body was still attached to the other woman.
"your actions speaks louder than your words, your majesty."
his felt pain in his heart. for once you addressed him by his tittle. you had never done that. you said it would made you feel so distant from him. you both dropped all formalities between you two. never was a day was those nonsense tittles was used in your conversations, until today.
and the days after.
to my beloved,
the man who stood tall and proud,
the man who ruled my heart.
never have i regretted spending most of my life with you,
growing up with you,
enjoying my childhood with you,
going through my teenage years with you,
living my life with you by my side.
the oak tree that witnessed our bond,
the same tree you confessed your love to me,
the same tree that heard my pleas of missing you,
the same tree that witnessed your betrayal.
for the sunflower meadows we grew up with,
running chasing each other till our hearts content,
for we always awaited every year for them to bloom,
and every season they enjoyed our laughter,
until you had her,
leaving me to wither away.
your mere presence next to me,
you're so close yet so far,
my heart still yearns for you,
but does your heart yearns for me too?
your kisses felt nothing,
your embrace felt numb,
you've lost your spark,
what have i done?
what have you done to me.
you may have deceived my heart,
and i pray for you to not taint hers,
as you did with mine.
my king,
my husband,
my lover,
my friend,
whoever you are,
whoever you'll be,
I will endlessly love you till my last breath.
from yours beloved,
once ruler of your heart.
dividers
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