#i was sooooo mad/sad when i found out

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Games

HIII

Another short fluffy and crack one one for yallll, because Im trying not to write 3 million words LOL

If you know what video this is from, you are a certified hood banger

Premise: The boys are a littleeee competitive

just a tad

but so are you

Warnings: anger, swearing maybe, big baby rage mad boys, poor gladio

Chocobros x reader

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"UNO"

"Prompto, I swear to god, if you win again ill kill you"

"I'm joining in on that"

"Anything for his majesty"

Sooooo you were currently sitting at a picnic table, cards in hand, watching 3 angry men stare down a VERY scared Prom. The poor guy chuckled and shied away from the group while Noctis silently took his turn, slapping down a card as he continued to glare at the blonde. Ignis took his turn and as always, he took 5 minutes to analyze his cards. You bit the inside of your cheek, and looked down at your own cards, feeling a little bad for Prompto. But he had won 3 times already, so that made any guilt you felt fade away. This was war.

As you scanned your cards you found a pretty deadly one in the mix. Should you do it?

Should you play a +4 on Gladio when he only had 2 cards left?

He might actually strangle you, nobody would be able save you.

Oh well. You will die a peaceful death, suffocating in his bicep.

Your turn

"NO WHY" Gladio yelled out from next to you when he saw the card you gently threw into the pile, making you cringe away from the burly man. Noctis burst into laughter, and Ignis joined in silent chuckles when he saw the card.

"Y/n, baby, why would you do this too me??" you closed your eyes and sighed, slowly facing the man. You cracked one peeper open to see that he looked SO depressed, his shoulders were hunched and he was grumbling as he grabbed the extra cards. Feeling bad, you brushed your arm against his and gently leaned up to kiss his cheek. He just glared at you, and continued pouting.

Gladio finished taking all the cards, and soon it was Prompto's turn. Everyone waited with bated breathe as he sighed a reluctantly took one more card. Cue everyone cheering.

Prompto looked like a kicked puppy, so you leaned over to him to give him some encouragement. Kinda

"Just remember, you've won 2 times already" you winked and pulled yourself back to your original position as Prom reddened, and gave you a small smile. You returned it, and the game continued.

Finally, it was your turn once again. You turned to Gladio and saw him intensely staring at your cards, almost like he was scared of what was going to happen. You smirked to yourself and put down a regular red card, and you watched Gladio's body sag with relief. He exhaled and put down a green card (same number) without thinking twice.

And then everyone turned to Prompto, who sheepishly drew another card.

And then another.

And then another.

This went on for a WHILE

Prompto started screaming about how he "doesn't have a green" and your party started wheezing with laughter at the poor blonde.

Finally he managed to pull one.

Prom let out a relieved groan as he set down a green nine. He looked down at his massive amount of cards he accumulated and you counted that he had 10. You gave him a sad smile, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

By Ignis telling Noct "not to do it"

You looked over and saw the prince shaking with laughter, as Ignis (having seen the card being shown to him) was desperately telling Noct not to do something.

And then he put down a green reverse card.

And Prompto almost burst into tears. He cried out one final "I DONT HAVE A GREEN" while Noctis fell backwards with laughter. You looked around the group, and mentally took a picture of everyone.

Promptos look of absolute betrayal, Gladio holding on to his stomach and wheezing, and Ignis with his head in his hands.

And of course, Noctis on the ground.

You leaned your face in your hands that were resting on the table and chuckled, and slightly kicked the giggling prince who was rolling under the table.

You loved game night.

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Just a lil short one :D

I rewatched this uno video and I love it so much lol

HOPE YOU ENJOYED READINGG

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[mrsamaroevans]

15 | ONE THING RIGHT

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female OC Adelaide Lancaster.

Summary: After her crush rejected her for so many years, Adelaide found the love of her life, but not everything is perfect. Not when she fell in love with the devil.

Words: 2,602.

A/N: So... HI. It's been sooooo long and I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna come up with excuses, just so you know, I'm sorry lol. Uh... I don't know if someone is reading this, but if you are... thank you so much. I was sad for the news that the next Mayans season is the last one we'll get and I finished this chapter. I don't know what I'm gonna do once the show is over, but I guess will be our time to keep on writing about them idk lol... As always: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *gifs not mine*

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“Your husband called.”

It was eight in the morning and Adelaide woke up when a nurse walked into her room. The first she told her was that she’ll have an intravenous antibiotic, but she didn’t pay too much attention. Truth was that she barely listened since the doctor told her that they didn’t find her baby’s heartbeat.

Dita got into her room during the night to leave her purse and ask her to let Miguel inside. She just thanked her for taking her stuff and for being there. She completely ignores what she had told her about Miguel. She didn’t care how worried he could be; she didn’t want to see him.

“He said he’s coming to replace his mother and wanted us to ask you if you could let him in.” The nurse says once she pulls out the syringe. Adelaide doesn’t turn to her.

“I don’t want to see anyone.” She repeats and the nurse just nods and walks out of the room.

Adelaide lays on her right side, her back to the door and her gaze to the window. She knows that she has to face Miguel at some point, but she still doesn’t want to do it. She would like to think that he didn’t mean what he told her the night before, but his words keep repeating in her head, and she is not sure she could stop them.

When she started to work after she got married, she had the purpose to leave her work in her office and be completely present at home. Her only job when she was with her son, was protecting him. Make sure he was fine and… she couldn’t do it. With neither. Both of them are gone.

“I said I don’t want to see anybody.” She says when she hears the door being open. She’s not sure how much time has passed by now, but she’s sure it’s not a nurse or a doctor, they would have knocked on the door before. So, she keeps her gaze on the IV that’s on the back of her hand and wipes the tears off of her face.

“And you know how much I fucking don’t care?”

When she hears that voice, Adelaide turns around to see her best friend a couple of feet away from her bed.

“Who called you?” She asks, sitting up as fast as she can ‘cause her back still hurts from the epidural she got. Ez translates that as the chance to get closer to her.

“Emily.” EZ says, shrugging “She said you didn’t want to see anyone, that maybe you’d talk to me.”

Adelaide's eyes start to fill with tears and Ez sits at her side to hug her, letting her cry on his shoulder as much as she wants.

She doesn’t understand why but there is something in Ez that, somehow, calms her down. She had to be mad at him, she had to tell him to go away and not get close to her again, but now that she has him near, his closeness comforts her.

“Emily also said that Miguel deleted our numbers…” She hears Ez say once she controls her tears. She texted Emily Ez’s number once Dita brought her things during the night, and she also told her what had happened. She never thought her friend would dare to talk to Ez that soon “How did you get them back?”

“I called Riz’s sister and she gave me his number, then he gave me yours,” Adelaide explains, but she realizes that Ez doesn’t pay that much attention to her. He looks like he has so many things in his head “What?”

“I don’t like what he did… it’s not right.” Ez says after sighing.

“He knew I saw Angel yesterday…” Adelaide looks at his friend and when she sees the confusion on his face, she realizes he doesn’t know the context of the situation “He always loses his mind when your brother is involved.”

“Why?” Ez asks even more confused.

“Because he hates him.” She simply says.

“Why?”

“You’re not gonna let it go, right?”

“Nope.”

Adelaide sighs and even though she’s not in the mood to tell him about her past with Angel, she does it.

“Before I knew Miguel, I confessed my feelings to your brother. At first, he said that he didn’t feel anything back, but then he did. We started dating, I guess… at least everybody thought that we were but we never talked about it, we never felt we needed to.” She half smiles. “We were like that for eight months or so, and it was everything I imagined since I was a teenager…”

“Ugh…” Ez looks disgusted and all Adelaide can do is hit his ribs with her arm.

“Shut up, you wanted to know.” They laugh for a few seconds, and once their laughs calm down, she continues “Then, one day out of the blue, Angel came and said that what we were doing wasn’t right. That you saw me like a sister and your father as a daughter. He said that the only relationship he wanted to have with me, was the brother-sister one, and he left before I could tell him I was pregnant.”

Adelaide feels his gaze on her, but for some reason, she can’t look at him.

“I was so mad, Ez… I’ve never felt like that before, and… what was I gonna do? He didn’t want anything with me and I didn’t feel ready to have a baby without a father, so, I went to Los Angeles to get an abortion.” She pauses, ‘cause the memories of last night come back to her. She waits until the lump in her throat vanishes and thanks Ez that he doesn’t push her to continue before she’s ready “Two weeks later, Angel came to me to ask me for a pregnancy test my mother found… I had other options; I could have lied to him, but I noticed he was happy and I felt the necessity to wipe that smile off of his face, I wanted him to feel the same that I felt so I told him, and I know it’s your brother but…”

“He’s an asshole most of the time, I know…” Ez says. Adelaide nods and even though she feels she doesn’t deserve it; she thanks the Lord because his best friend’s not judging her decisions.

“I got what I wanted. Angel was so mad, he even told me that he hated me for what I did. We stopped talking to each other until I went to the clubhouse for Coco’s birthday… I just went to give him a cake I baked but Angel asked me to stay, that he didn’t have any problem with that because I was Coco’s friend too, so I did… Angel got so drunk and he apologized for what he said. He told me he missed me, that he wanted us to go back to the friendship we had before all of that, and I missed him too so I pushed my feelings for him aside and I accepted.” She looks at the rings on her finger and she smiles ‘cause the words she’s about to say are forming a memory in her mind. She still can see it all perfectly and the butterflies are still there “A couple of months later I met Miguel…” she says “Angel didn’t like it at all when I started dating him. Even the club tried to convince me to leave him, but I loved him. It just… happened too fast. Then, two months before Miguel proposed to me, I had a pregnancy scare… I was at Lore’s house and I was crying when Riz stopped by. I tried to pretend to be okay but he knew something was wrong and he told Angel… When he asked me, I told him the truth and you know what he said?”

“Bullshit, I guess…”

Adelaide nods.

“His exact words were ‘Well... if you are, you already know how to get rid of the problem’.”

“What the fuck, Angel?” Ez mutters, shaking his head.

“That’s what I said.” Adelaide shrugs “I talked to him again the day after Miguel proposed…”

Ez doesn’t say anything for a moment. She sees him trying to digest everything she said. She also doesn’t add anything. She feels she talked way too much. Probably was way too honest.

“Miguel knows all of this.” Ez doesn’t ask. These few days, she’s been in charge of letting him know that Miguel is the one that she leans in, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she had told him everything.

“I had to tell him because your brother threw a scene at my parent’s house when I was pregnant with Cristobal. He held me in his arms the whole night while I cried.” That’s the moment when she can’t keep on with her words. It doesn’t matter how much she tries to put the events of the night aside; she can’t make them go away “I was thinking about all of that the whole night… that was the first thing I thought when the doctor told me that… that my baby was gone…”

Her hands land on her eyes trying to stop the tears from going out. But the blame she’s feeling for the decisions she made in the past is even stronger than when she made them.

“They told you why it happened?” Ez asks once she sighs and uncovers her face.

“No… they said that sometimes happens. It can be for long periods of stress, ‘cause the baby wasn’t completely fine… but I think it was karma.”

Ez shakes his head, disagreeing with her “You said Miguel loses his mind when Angel is involved… you can trust me, Addie. You can tell me what really happened…”

Adelaide takes her gaze up to him once she understands what he said between the lines. His words take her by surprise but she’s aware that more than one person in her social circle could and would think the same way.

“You think he did this? No… I mean, we argued but he didn’t touch me. He would nev—”

“I have seen him doing things that—”

“That I haven’t, I get it…” Adelaide says, a little bit mad ‘cause out of all the people in her life, she thought Ez would be the one that could never doubt her common sense “I know what he does, Ez, I know who he is. I don’t need anyone telling me about it.” Ez tries to speak, but Adelaide doesn’t give him the chance “I’m not that helpless little girl you met, anymore… you need to understand that.”

“I do…  I just… I don’t trust him.” He looks at her and, again, she’s not surprised by his words. It’s not the first time she hears them “The fact that he deleted our numbers because he was jealous…”

“Who said he was jealous?” She lets out a laugh and Ez throws her a glance “Miguel is not jealous of Angel…”

“No… he’s jealous about the life you used to have.” Ez tells her but she can’t imagine Miguel feeling that way “He’s insecure about you wanting to go back to that, after everything you left behind—”

“Why would I?” She interrupts him “I love him, and I know I said shit last night but I’m happy with him…”

Ez doesn’t insist anymore and she’s glad. She’s been listening to a lot of people saying that what she feels for Miguel isn’t love since the moment she started dating him. Even now that they’re married. She was tired of that.

“You said you saw Angel… what did you talk about?” He asks.

“You really don’t know?” She lifts an eyebrow and can see his regret for asking that crossing his face in less than a second.

“You know it…” Ez says and sighs “Listen, I didn’t know that she was trying to take Cristobal, if I knew, I would have warned you, I wouldn’t have—”

“Ez, I don’t care anymore.” Adelaide interrupts him, shaking her head no and making Ez turn to her “Cristobal’s fine and he has to come back tomorrow.”

“Adelita said something that I didn’t understand…” Ez says after a couple of seconds. Adelaide doesn’t say anything back ‘cause she knows Ez hasn’t finished talking “She said that she didn’t understand how could you marry one of the responsible for your father’s death.” At this point, Adelaide freezes. She doesn’t speak not because she doesn’t have anything to say, but ‘cause she doesn’t know how Adelita knows that “I thought your father died in a car crash…”

“I thought that too.” She finally says.

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| ONE YEAR EARLIER |

“Your abuela made it…”

She wasn’t her grandmother, but Alonso’s mom loved her as her granddaughter and she almost threw a big party when Adelaide and Miguel told her they were expecting their first child.

Adelaide was almost six months pregnant. She could no longer hide her bump and that only made her and Miguel even more excited about starting their own family. The nursery was almost done; Adelaide and Bridget designed it and Miguel was also being part of the process it didn’t matter how tired he whenever he got home. Sure he had more money than what they needed to hire someone so his wife wouldn’t have to work, but he was enjoying so much being part of creating the place where his child would spend the first years of his life in.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Adelaide smiled as she looked at the white knitted sweater that Alonso gave her. She was so thrilled to know her son would be loved by many people and she couldn’t wait any longer to have him in her arms, but she couldn’t say anything else ‘case her parents’ doorbell ranged. “I’ll go…” Adelaide said and still with the sweater in hand, she went out of the kitchen towards the front door. There, she found someone unexpected “Angel…” Adelaide said surprised and the smile that was forming on her face, disappeared immediately when she noticed Angel’s gaze was on her bump.

“You were the one I wanted to talk to…”

With those words, she confirmed that he was drunk. She took a glance at the jeep outside and saw Gabriel about to walk towards them, but she shook her head to let him know everything was fine.

“What happens?” She asked looking down at his hand, he still had a bottle of beer.

Angel looked at the bump on her belly again and didn’t say anything, as if he couldn’t do something else than look at that spot on her body.

“I was about to tell you, it’s just that Miguel and I decided to keep it between us for a couple of months…” she started to say. The moment she told Miguel she was pregnant, he said the news had to stay in their inner circle, just family and very close friends like Bridget and Emily knew. But Angel didn’t seem to be listening to her words. He just shook his head and looked up at her face slowly.

“You’re a piece of shit…” He said. Hatred irradiated out of his eyes as she gave a little step back not understanding what he was talking about.

“Angel…” She whispered looking back to see if anyone listened to his words but there was nobody near “What are you saying?”

“You…” he repeated slower “Are. A fucking. Piece of shit.” Angel gave a step towards her, and leaned to be closer to her face “That’s what you are…”

“You should go, you’re drunk.” Adelaide asked giving another step back to close the door, but he didn’t let her by placing a hand on it “Angel…”

“Why?” he asked raising the tone of his voice “Who’s in here? Here’s your husband? I didn’t see his lap dog outside…”

“Angel…”

“No, it’s fine.” He said lengthening his last word and stepping into the house “Let’s tell him what kind of woman he married…”

“It’s everything all right?” Amanda asked coming out of the living room.

“Yes, mom,” Adelaide said nodding and about to ask her to go back to the kitchen. She didn’t want anyone to hear ‘cause at that moment she knew exactly what Angel was talking about.

“You never told her, right?” Angel said laughing under his breath “You didn’t have the guts to…”

“What’s happening?” Adelaide’s mom asked again but she only shook her head.

“He’s drunk; he doesn’t know what he’s saying…”

“The fuck I know!” He shouted, “You… you’re walking around, really happy, showing your bump, so proud for Galindo’s baby, but… what did you do to the other one?”

“Angel, please…”

“You… you killed it!” Angel shouted again.

Amanda looked at her daughter, but Adelaide only could look at Angel. Now, both of them had tears in their eyes. She pressed her lips together and tried to hold back the tears.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” Angel continued getting angrier “I would have been there for you and him, or her… I wouldn’t have run!”

“Angel…”

“Angel! Angel!” He said laughing “Is that everything you know how to say?” Angel looked at her, both of them forgetting about the fact that Amanda was there and now, Alonso too “You let some doctors kill my baby… our baby.” He pointed to her and then to himself, and that was the moment when neither of them could hold their tears “And that’s something I’ll never forgive you for.”

“You should go, mister.” Gabriel tried to grab Angel’s arm but the Mayan moved.

“I hope you remember what you did every time you see that kid’s face.”

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[somekndofnature]

WIP Weekends!!!!

Hey everyone! I'm back after a very long hiatus, but in my defense I have been consumed by writing this story. That being said, I felt my motivation waning and thought it might help to get some feedback.

This is from a modern Inu/Kag AU that I have been working on. It is the story of a miserable puppy who screwed up pretty bad when he found out that his band's new manager was his fated mate. Resenting destiny and it's cruel sense of timing, Inuyasha tries his hardest to push Kagome away in every way possible. He takes advantage of her kindness and realizes too late that he is head over heels in love with her before he chased her away.

Now, six years later he is doing everything possible to win her back. Kagome comes to his home in Vegas, hoping to reconnect with her old friend Sango but shocked to find the whole band waiting for her. Inuyasha is ready to start a new album and needs her help, but she is less than eager to jump back into a partnership with them. After a very tense and public argument, Kagome leaves with Sango and promise to make a decision after listening to the music.

Inuyasha feels slighted and decides that the best way to get her undivided attention is to follow Kagome home to LA... on the same flight. Not creepy at right?

This picks up after the plane lands. Kagome has fallen asleep on Inuyasha's arm after they talked out a few things on the trip. In her half-conscious state, she doesn't realize when or where she is and makes a few off hand comments that, while true, still hurt Inuyasha's feelings.

Sooooo... whew! That was a very long summary. Thanks for sticking with me, but I think that's enough context, for now. Please let me know what you think. This story has been so self-indulgent; it would be nice to know if someone liked it as much as I do.

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Kagome felt a gentle shake to her knee and grumbled, nuzzling deeper into the warmth at her side.

“C’mon, baby,” Inuyasha’s deep voice rumbled before soft lips brushed her cheek. “You gotta get up.”

She groaned and squeezed her eyes tighter, unwilling to break from the pull of slumber. She was comfortable dammit, and she could feel by the heaviness of her body that she hadn’t slept long enough.

Why did he always do this?! Every damn time!

In the afterglow of their love making, when her muscles were liquid and sleep started calling for her, Inuyasha would rouse her and send her on her way before morning. It hurt. She just wanted to fall asleep next to him and pretend for just a moment that they were a real couple—not whatever this was.

“’Gome,” he prompted again with another shake to her knee.

“Oh, come on,” she whined. “Why do I always gotta go? None of the other girls leave before sunrise.”

She felt him stiffen beside her and braced for his cutting response. Instead, he released a soft whine, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“Baby, there are no other girls,” he whispered, voice tight. “And I swear, I’ll never let you leave before sunrise again,but you need to wake up; we’re here.”

The entire morning came back to Kagome in a rush. She sat straight up in her seat, blinking at the plane and it’s slowly deboarding passengers. She was home, in LA, with Inuyasha. Her eyes snapped up to meet his golden gaze; he looked so sad and resigned.

Her half-conscious words surfaced in her mind as her cheeks grew hot. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I did,” he replied, flicking open his seatbelt and moving to stand.

Impending tears pricked at her eyes as she lurched forward and grabbed his arm. “Wait! Inu, please don’t be mad.”

He turned back to her with brows furrowed, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t worry about me being mad, okay? I’m not; I’m just grabbing your suitcase.” He leaned down and planted a swift kiss to her lips before moving into the aisle.

Kagome sat back in her chair and pushed a hand through her bangs, still so disoriented from sleep that she forgot to chastise him for the overly familiar action. She couldn’t drum up her earlier resentment anyway. It was difficult when he was being so sweet and attentive.

She gathered up her purse from the floor, hiked it onto her shoulder, and scooted towards the aisle, reaching to take her suitcase from Inuyasha’s hands. She frowned when he didn’t pass it to her and instead stooped down to grab his duffle.

He turned towards her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Ready?”

“I can carry that,” she replied while motioning to her bag.

Inuyasha shook his head. “I got it. C’mon.”

He made a space for her in front of him and allowed her into line. They filed out behind other passengers.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

They scooted forward a few inches at a time, ignoring the accidental jostles they received in the process.

Someone still in their chair mumbled something as they passed.

Inuyasha snarled from behind her, “Shut up and mind your own damn business.”

“What did he say?” Kagome asked, looking over her shoulder as they trudged forward.

He scowled. “Nothin’, just another asshole tryin’ to be funny. On this flight they’re a dime a dozen, apparently.”

She shook her head and giggled at the slight dusting of pink across his nose when Inuyasha’s eyes widened. He dropped his bag and reached forward to wrap hand around her arm, pulling her back against his chest and saving her from face-planting into a suitcase wheel.

Kagome was shell-shocked for a moment before warm breath tickled the hair against her ear.

“Careful, baby. Eyes forward,” Inuyasha whispered before releasing her and grabbing his duffle once again.

She nodded and waved off the apology from the man in front of her while trying to steady her fluttering heart. She had never received this kind of attention from him before and it was throwing her off. Every ounce of his focus seemed attuned to her; she could even feel his aura enveloping her like a protective blanket. It was overwhelming.

She slid forward when the line started to move, fanning her flaming face; it didn’t help. Kagome rose on tiptoe and glanced to the front door. Only a little longer and she could take a free breath without him towering behind her and saturating every molecule of air with his delicious sandalwood scent. It was making her head swim.

“Anxious to get away?” Inuyasha purred into her ear.

Kagome tripped over her feet, bumping the person in front of her. They tossed a glare over their shoulder. She mumbled an apology as they neared the cockpit and blessedly the front door. She could hear the cheery voices of the flight attendants just a few people ahead of her.

Inuyasha leaned closer and whispered, “Breathe, ‘Gome.”

“I’m trying,” Kagome hissed, glaring over her shoulder. “It’s not my fault you smell so damn g—”

“Thank you for flying with us today,” one of those cheery voices interrupted.

All the color drained from her face as she whipped around and stumbled over a ‘thank you’, rushing out the door and into the open air. Kagome took a deep breath and almost choked on the scent of exhaust. As long as it wasn’t ‘throw your underwear at me’ sandalwood, she was fine.

She turned to face the no doubt mocking expression of her companion, but Inuyasha didn’t react beyond setting her suitcase on the floor and rolling it it behind him up the ramp.

Kagome blinked. Was he just going to ignore all that?

She caught up to his side and glanced at his face. As she stared a corner of his mouth began to twitch upwards.

Kagome frowned and waved a hand at him. “Go on. Laugh it up.”

“What?” he replied with a chuckle. “You nearly hyperventilated because I smell so damn good. What’s funny about that?”

“You don’t know that I was going to say good,” she snapped.

Inuyasha tossed her a smug smile. “You’re right; you were probably gonna say great.”

“Or gross,” she grumbled, stomping ahead of him towards the terminal.

She turned around just inside to give him a piece of her mind but lost her ire as she looked him over. Although he was laughing, the mirth didn’t reach his eyes and even his ears were hanging lower than normal.

Kagome’s gaze found the white toes of her Chucks, wrapping her hands around her purse strap. Some matching shoes in red invaded her line of vision.

“Hey,” he said, giving her arm a nudge. “What’s wrong? I was just teasin’.”

“It’s not that,” she said, peeking up at him through her bangs. “I was just wondering, do you have somewhere to stay tonight?”

“Not really,” he replied with a shrug, but his ears perked. “Figured I would deal with that once we landed.”

Kagome cleared her throat and looked away, squeezing the leather between her hands. “Well, you can stay with me, if you want. I don’t have an extra bedroom, but I have a couch that’s pretty—”

Inuyasha reached forward and tilted her head up until she saw his sparkling golden eyes. “That sounds perfect,” he purred, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip.

She was momentarily stunned but managed a nod.

“Was it gorgeous?” he asked with a fangy grin that lit up his whole face.

Kagome’s brow knit, not understanding his meaning until the light finally dawned. “No, it was grody!” she shouted while whipping around and storming off.

“Nah,” he replied, following a step behind. “It was probably glorious.”

“It was grimy!”

“How about grand?”

“How about gag me!”

Inuyasha stumbled and coughed before Kagome registered what had flown past her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

He shook the dazed look away from his face and smirked. “If you insist, baby.”

Kagome flushed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Inuyasha laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“S-stop it,” she stuttered.

His brow furrowed, turning serious. “Maybe it was a phrase instead. Something like ‘good enough to eat’.”

“Ugh,” she groaned and turned on her heel, stomping away at a good clip. “Will you drop it already? Geez, you’re like a d—" Kagome sputtered out a laugh mid-sentence.

“What?” Inuyasha asked from behind her. “What is it?”

She turned around to see him staring at her like a very curious dog, head tilted to the side and ears perked to her amusement. Kagome doubled over, giggling until there were tears in her eyes.

“’Gome, people are starting to stare like you’ve gone nuts,” he whispered. “What the hell is so funny?”

Her laughter petered out to a slight chuckle as she shook her head. “Nothing, it’s just in your nature, I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She offered him a coy smile and stepped forward, taking her suitcase handle from his hand. Inuyasha huffed in protest but was soothed by the way she intertwined their fingers.

“C’mon, Puppy,” Kagome purred while pulling him to the doors. “Now we just need to figure out where I parked.”

“You didn’t take a picture of your spot?” he groaned.

She laughed. “Do I ever?”

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

47

Fifth skull, in two - the exorcism is about to begin.

She had said to Ortus, “I thought the messages were hallucinations, even though I never hallucinated like that before. It was easier to believe I was succumbing to the madness again.” “Harrow,” he had said, “I have come to the conclusion that you were never mad … though who can be the judge of madness?”

Just like me, Ortus thinks the insanity was an artefact of the whole Harrow's brain being seriously messed with.

“Pal always said I’d be the death of him. And I was … He and I never even got to meet. I never even really got off Rhodes. It seems like such a bastard. You did kill the Lyctor, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Harrowhark. “Was it quick?” “Quicker than she deserved,” said Harrow.

Harrow, don't be so sure of that.

And if, somehow, they managed to get Palamedes to join their little bubble from his - then perhaps Dulcinea and him could still meet, at least in death? That would be sweet.

Harrow remembered that Palamedes Sextus had made a war of his whole life in order to prosecute his desire to marry this woman. “The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,” she said, “was the worry that I would soon be dead … and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”

Oh hell yeah. The real Dulcinea Septimus is really cool, I like her.

“Oh, Harrow, bless you, I always was a busybody,” she said smilingly. “Don’t thank me for sticking my oar in. You asked me to come, and I came. I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent. It takes a great deal of ego to be a psychopomp. Thank you for letting me be yours.” And she curtseyed to Harrowhark, with enormous grace. Harrowhark bowed in return, and found herself saying, “The body of the Locked Tomb preserve you and yours, Pent,” and meaning it.

I'm sooooooooo happy we get to spend some time with Real Abigail. I was always so sad that they died so early in Gideon the Ninth. I always felt like Harrow's fake memories felt too real, when it came to her. I'm sooooo glad it's really her, well, her soul.

Abigail asked: “Who are you?” And with a sodium flare sparking from Abigail’s fingers, the lid of the coffin swung open [...] There was nothing inside.

:o

The Sleeper was not, in the end, of any great height or breadth, and the voice that had emerged from that mask was not inhuman. In fact, it was a woman’s voice. “You wizards never learn,” said the Sleeper.

My bets are still on Cytherea, somewhat.

“Listen to your leader,” said the Sleeper. “Don’t engage. I’m not here for you, but don’t think you can’t die again. Just give me the girl, and the rest of you are free to go back to whatever hell you came from.” Abigail said, from somewhere in cover, “You must be joking.”

You really think Harrow's friends are going to abandon her so easily? After already going through all of this for her - while being able to leave, and deliberately choosing not to?

“Seven,” said the Sleeper. “Six. Five—” “My cue, I think,” said Magnus Quinn.

I LOVE this. I love all of them banding together to fight an unnamed, faceless, terrifying ghost.

“I have known one death,” he said hoarsely, “and I swear that I will not know its like again.” “Smart boy,” rasped the Sleeper, her voice still strangely fuzzy, as if she were speaking through a communicator. “Figuring out the limits, are we? Doesn’t matter. My rules.”

Souls can die in here, but not so easily. I'm completely gripped, I'm on the edge of my seat, the real world doesn't even exist to me anymore.

“What happens? What happens if you take me?” Ortus said urgently, “Lady, no.” The Sleeper said, “You’ll die. It doesn’t have to hurt. I’m not here to torture anyone.” “And?” “I get your body.” “And?” “I finish it.” “Finish what?” “This isn’t a conversation. Two.”

How terrifying!

It could still be Cytherea. She saved Harrow's body earlier - it could be because she wanted it for herself.

But I somehow feel like it's getting somewhat less likely that it's her.

[olivieraa]

actually, y'know, idek when was the last time I talked about ygo abridged

like if I happen to be on tumblr when an ep comes out I'm like *O* and I'll post about it cause to me tumblr was always a "get your feelings out in the moment" site so in those moments I'm like aaaah new ep!

but never like talk talked about it, last time would be over 10 years ago defo

honestly? its special to me. Ive a great memory but I defo struggle with this not knowing the order, so it was either a) I decided to finally watch AN ANIME for the first time ever and put on inuyasha, THEN got curious about returning to yugioh and discovered season 0 and THEN watched the abridged or b) I randomly remembered I'd never seen the end of ygo and so looked up amvs of it on youtube thus discovering ygo season 0 came first and then found the abridged through that and THEN realised I wanted to welcome anime into my life and so I started Inuyasha and sooooo on down I went, the anime road from then on

so, ygo abridged is at the beginning of that journey

at that time in my life, I was heavily struggling with ocd. and I was ditching school a lot. if I wasn't hiding in the town library for 6 hours, I was at a friends who decided to ditch with me. I had my two reliables. and we always watched the abridged together. quoted it non-stop. eventually I was dating a lad for a month, and when we broke up (he had the same friends as me), HE started quoting the abridged with them as well cause they showed it to him. made me MAD! lmao

it was also something I watched every time we went on a ride to look at houses during the recession in 2009-2010. those long drives. abridged kept me and my brother sane lol

and then cut to being online with online friends, and tumblr, we all shared the abridged love with each other.

it was just unfortunate the episodes were rarer at that point but definitely... more frequent than they are now. they were coming out prob around 4.... times a year. maybe? whereas they used to be weekly. so that was a big change.

and now they're once a year. you're lucky if there's 2.

but here's the thing.

yeah its a parody. but idk... the fact that you can just pick up where you left off every time and not be a confused mess makes me happy. the fact that the characters are so distinctive and you never forget their personality traits is amazing to me.

I'm just proud of LK bc he could have dropped it a long time ago. I've seen youtube channels have their hype years and then fans disappear CONSTANTLY. video views going from 2.5 mill to maybe 30k. it happens.

but a good chunk of people who have been watching the abridged now for 15 years now or more still get excited when a new once a year ep drops. you just pick it up, have a giggle fest, wipe away a tear and then move on. never sitting there in anticipation for the next cause you know it'll be a while. just... happy to go on youtube and see one randomly there on a random day when you're not looking for it.

it fills me with joy.

my ONLY con here is that, bruh, season 5 to me is the best ygo arc. I been wanting to see that shit abridged for soooooooooo fucking long. there's so many scenes that I wanna know what he does with. I want to see Bakura without Marik, cause LK's flaw with Bakura was that he knew how to write Marik on his own but not Bakura on his own. so I wanna see that more. I wanna see what he does with Set and Kisara, what direction he goes. I love Joey's ghost moments in the main show so I I'm hyped for that.

the sad thing about it is being hyped for something I prob wont see till.......................... 2028? 2030?

probably.

but I'll still be watching. if he makes it that far anyway <3

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

1. What the FUCK you were talking about Saxton Hale on here without me????

2. Saxton falls into such a weird category as a character because while he’s absolutely batshit insane and a war criminal that has firebombed Woodstock and killed over 1000 people, he has some genuinely pathetic moments?? Like his whole thing with Admin he’s trying sooooo hard to get her to fuck him and she wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Hell she even stole all his Australium before going into hiding in the comics and he had no fucking idea and he wasn’t even mad at her about it once he found out. Also the whole thing with him losing Mann Co while hilarious is like. You’re telling me this man is refusing to fight a child when it’s his company on the line when he has committed much greater atrocities? AND THEN WHEN OLIVIA KICKED HIM OUT OF THE BUILDING HE LOOKED SO SAD AND DEJECTED??? And THEN when the robots wouldn’t fight him and he just sadly walked off???? God he is just The Character Ever to me and I want to put him under a microscope and study him forever and I think it’s safe to say I’m the biggest Saxton Hale fan Ever

Oh yeah I definitely do think there are elements of "patheticness" or whatever to him and that's kind of what the joke is, not ONLY is he this absurd parody of Action Guy masculinity but he also sucks, either in that he can't do things right or that he just. does shit that's objectively bad for his employees LMAO. However I feel like Completely reducing him to "uwu kicked puppy" (which I can see being the direction people take this Halenaissance in) ALSO removes the caveat of his joke. He would never in a million years attempt to utilize his "patheticness" for or against anything. He wouldn't even view himself as "pathetic" most of the time (or any time, sans the time he lost his company where he was clearly pretty down on himself). Idk I just don't wanna see a reduction of all the EXPLOSIPUNCH! traits of the EXPLOSIPUNCH! guy in order to fit like this veeery early 2020s fandom meme of "pathetic babygirl man heart eyes"

[dustyy-angel]

Ahhh I think you're one of the best persons!

Um im mad that im being ignored. That im being valued as less important.

Idk it just makes me feel like nessie all over again like that I had found this super cool person and come to find out she/they idk know we're stringing me along for years and hated me and was telling other friends all these lies about me and it hurt bad and like the messed up thing is there's times I still miss them and want them back even though they're toxic and after more a year and I was like oh ill never fall into that again and all the newsies people are great they would never do what happened with nessie or brenden dbsvx idk im just hurt and sad and bring irrational probably

Anon you are literally one of my favorite people and I don't even know who you are yet haha :)

And ya know anon, I actually went through something very similar to that start of last year. (Bit of a rant below to cut)

I had this big friend group and it was my 3 best friends and my boyfriend and then like 5 or 6 other people who I was also really close to and then one day my best friends girlfriend moved to our school and started causing lots of trouble with our group and I tried to fix everything as much as I could and it worked out fine for a few months and then one day out of no where the entire group just "decides" that they don't want to be my friend anymore and they all sent me these long texts with all the reasons I was apparently a bad friend and giving examples of things that literally never happened and even sending fake screenshots claiming they were from me when they weren't and I lost literally every friend I had including my boyfriend in like a 4 day period.

It really really fucked me up but I also sometimes find myself missing them and wanting to apologize to them and beg them to be my friend again even tho they all ended up being terrible people. I still have dreams (more like nightmares) involving my ex pretty often and it's just really sad because he was literally perfect all the way up until that final few days :(

But yes I'm sooooo glad that I got on Tumblr and found there was an actually active newsies fandom because everyone here is so lovely and I've met so many good and cool people like you on here <3

[selinascatnip]

The flashback to Sebastian and Julie was a great mirror to DK and Dick’s perspective on their relationship. Sebastian breaks up with Julie because he fears she’s going to eventually break up with/abandon him. In his words, he’s never the destination. He’s just a step along the way. Dick didn’t tell Kory about the vision not because he doesn’t want her and the little girl with the red balloon. He didn’t tell Kory about the vision because he doesn’t think that’s something she wants with him. He’s the one who pumped the breaks on them in the first place because he realized what he felt for her was intense and it scared him. Grayson fell fast. He said that he needed to go find himself. However, Kory was willing to help him do that, but he chose to leave and go find Donna. Then he found she’s from an entirely different planet. I think in the back of his mind he feels like she’s going to go back and he’s going to be abandoned (again). I mean you would think that he would understand that she loves him and wants to be with him too by the fact that she’s been with him, by his side, all this time taking in his strays dealing with his exes, etc. However, he obviously needs someone to hit him over the head with a club and clue him in. I would love it if Tim is the one to do that. He’s an outsider with excellent detective skills. Who knows where they end up once BB disappeared them from The Temple. He’s going to be separated from Bernard. For him to figure out how DK feel about each other and give Dick some incentive to find his way back to Kory would be a cool nod to Tim in the comics being a DK advocate.

Anon, I love you, you are so right, and I have almost nothing to add.

Actually I have only 02 things to say.

One is kinda more serious and the other is pure silly

The serious one:

I don't agree that Dick was the one to put DK on a break. The part you mentioned about Dick leaving to find Donna, I don't think the show frame that as Dick putting DK on a break, that was Dick being afraid of being a Titan and having to be responsible for a kid. It was a moment of Fate (and by Fate I mean the writers lmao) being all "oh you so you are mad at Bruce right? For doing such a shitty job at being your dad and turning you into a mess of anger and insecurities WILDCARD NOW YOUR ARE NOT PREPARED FOR FATHERHOOD EITHER BUT THERE'S NOT ONE BUT TWO KIDS DEPENDING ON YOUUUU!!! Go on, make a better job since you're sooooo much better than you old sad dad."

Kory puts them on a break, she never stops mothering Rachel and Gar, she calls them while she's off with Donna. It's Dick who doesn't get a call. She broke up with HIM. So, you know, he was hurt, and unsure of himself, and like you said, he doesn't think he's good enough for her anyway and when she put them on a break his beliefs of unworthiness were confirmed, doesn't matter if those were Kory intentions or not (they weren't).

Now, to the silly one:

I'm sorry, but he just shouldn't be there!!! 🤣🤣🤣

I love Tim, I do, I think Ray does an AMAZING job, but this story doesn't need this character. If they wanted to add diversity to Titans they could just make Gar and Kon kiss. They make Dick kiss a lot of ppl he never been romantic attached in canon before.

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#5

Literally just found out that paper girls got cancelled...I was mad about first kill I was super sad after the wilds but COME THE FUCK ON!! PAPER GIRLS?!? PAPER GIRLS?!?! I'M SO FUCKING LIVID AND I'M JUST FUCKING SICK OF GOOD SHOWS GETTING CANCELLED BACK TO FUCKING BACK. I was really rooting for paper girls and I got my hopes up but I should have fucking known better. This fucking sucks

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#4

honestly i keep talking about the ned fulmer shit to deal with the fact that i liked him a lot!!! and he's a piece of shit now!!!! it was the same thing when people realized brendon urie was a dickwad like- i feel betrayed man

Ned always was my least favorite (not to be one those but....) and actually recently hes been getting more on my nerves lately (before the cheating was announced) but I still feel horribly betrayed because he was just putting on this fake act so I totally get where you're coming from, I was not not a fan of Ned I guess I felt meh about him as a singular but I am a try guys fan so it does suck it won't be the four no more but he fucked up so what are you gonna do

51 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#3

I saw a lesbian on tiktok say first kill was worse than Riverdale... Like the fuck maybe first kill isn't perfect but worse than Riverdale??? now y'all are just saying stuff to say stuff

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#2

WHY THE FUCK DID HEARTBREAK HIGH FUCK SO HARD???, THAT FINALE OMFG IF THIS SHOW GETS CANCELLED I'M KILLING MYSELF CAUSE THIS SHOW GETTING CANCELLED WILL BE FUCKING IT FOR ME I HAVE NOT BEEN THIS PHYSICALLY, AND EMOTIONALLY HYPED OVER A SHOW IN SOOOOO LONG, THE PART WHERE CASH GETS ARRESTED I THINK I NEED TO WATCH THAT SCENE OVER AND OVER AGAIN A MILLION TIMES AND THEN JUST MAYBE I'LL BE ON THE WAY OF GETTING OVER IT, I CRIED, I SCREAMED, I THREW UP

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My #1 post of 2022

Sorry to all the people who follow me and don't give a fuck about the try guy/ned fulmer cheating scandal and have to deal with me spam reblogging every post I see, I'm trying to stop and I just can't

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[cishetamine]

gremlins (1984) letterboxd review (crossposted)

This is a terrible movie. Why?

Well, someone in it says “mangy curr” unironically, which admittedly is kind of camp. But check out the rest of the dialogue:

re: ppl being depressed on christmas: “While everyone else is opening up their presents, some people are opening up their wrists”

the part where the science teacher is explaining pupation to the kid like “it might look dormant, but inside it’s going through changes” and the kid is like “Like my mother,” as in MENOPAUSE

basically whoever they hired as the script doctor for this deserves a Razzy.

astonishing that this movie contains a white woman who wants to do unspeakable things to this kid’s dog !!! like holy shit i believe the rumors now .. no like actually did they realize what they were writing………

although it’s maybe bad that she doesn’t respect The Spirit Of Christmas(jewish-coded ?) & lives alone weigh a bunch of cats(lesbian-coded; possibly acephobic ?)

I want to know what age demographic this is targeted at. Which i guess i could find out by looking up the film rating—ah, PG-13, but like, ppl apparently criticized it at the time for being too graphic for the kids at whom its sense of humor appears aimed. so i guess it makes sense that i was also confused!

Also wait this is making me wonder. Did kids used to just go to the movie theaters by themselves when they were younger than 13?? Bc i thought the purpose of 'PG-13' was "u gotta be older than 13 to see it without an adult".

But what kids were even seeing movies without adults before they could drive in most of the US in the 1980s?? idk i wasn't alive then but i assume most ppl had to drive to the movies——ok maybe SOME ppl lived in walkable cities……i guess the stranger things kids could've biked, but then again they aren't real, so.

anyway, right, gremlins. The sequence where the Designated Hottie describes how her dad died is hilarious bc it's trying to be sad but the way he dies is——ok no u have to like pull up a clip on youtube bc it's definitely not worth seeing this whole movie over. Like i would bet $5 that it's on the tvtropes page for Narm.

Note btw that the great thing about making bets about whether something is on tvtropes is that i literally can't lose bc if it's not there already then i could jus make an account & add it there. Although in a way, me making a tvtropes account would be a much larger loss for my sense of self-respect

Also i'm still mad that i got tricked into watching a christmas movie bc normally i would not be into that!! except i didn't know it was a christmas movie!!! damnit!!

Found myself thinking, like, "You know, in a cronenberg film, the gremlins would escape & eventually spread to blanket the whole country & then the world! Like in scanners or the brood or videodrome—or, indeed, in plenty of other horror movies—especially those that anticipate a sequel! Like that one version of little shop of horrors before they changed the ending, or uh, presumably various zombie movies, i think. How does invasion of the body snatchers end again? Or uhh, the original The Blob?"

& i think that kinda describes my relationship to cronenberg as a director, i think?? like, i don't his movies are necessarily Super Great or My Favorites or whatnot—but they definitely have affected me enough that i keep thinking about him & about them & about his particular authorial sensibility, even if i disagree with decisions he's made!

which i think basically encapsulates my relationship w/ any Art that's influenced me significantly. Like there's not much stuff that i'm like "WOW i LOVE this this is PERFECT IN EVERY WAY"—it's more about "omg even where this book/painting/musical/opera may be flawed, can we please talk abt whether you think those are actual flaws or not, & u think they actually add to the story. Please please pretty please"

Also—the colors/lighting in this made me yearn sooooo hard for the days when EVERYTHING was shot on film. fuuuuuck. Like, this has a bunch of dark scenes that are lit almost more like a b&w chiaroscuro noir film rather than a color movie—so u get these spots of rly rich orange & teal & purple & blue & it WORKS?!?!?

which feels kind of insane to me honestly. like, Family Movies don't have beautiful lighting deign anymore (although cartoons have taken up some of the slack here—e.g., that Hilda show had a rly excellent color scheme in its backgrounds!)

anyway i'm just getting all weepily nostalgic for analog film, don't mind me!! getting half-strangled by a stray reel All those indoor shots where they're not afraid to let some light from outdoors filter in through the windows——i am dragged off the stage That soft focus on subjects, as opposed to that hypershallow depth of field that's gotten oh-so-popular these da——muffled sounds of struggle

[small gremlin pops back up onstage speaking in my voice] Also almost forgot to say: Good puppets! Very expressive, as others have mentioned! We need to bring back puppets tbh. Also ventriloquism(not that cringe racist guy from the bush admin tho.) I'm talking REAL ventri—

[roof caves in right on top of GREMLIN PUPPET, which miraculously manages to sidestep all the falling debris, but then one more tiny circular chunk falls out of the ceiling & GREMLIN immediately gets melted by the sudden sunlight like a cute vampire]

[the-good-projxct]

Feb 28th, 2024

10:11 pm. I am upstairs in Karen. Listening to Mapa’s Mother Africa. This song is fire. 

I am obsessed. I found it to post on my stories and it's just…chef’s kiss. It’s an instrumental btw. I had such a nice, wholesome, chill and vibey day. Like this is what I hoped for when I said I was coming home to lounge and chill. I was up mad early today, 7am I was up and at it. I video chatted with Zaneta, called Munene, and texted with my mom. I posted on IG. I went downstairs around noon and ate some rice with pili pili. I had some tea. Then I went and got my book and my agenda. I organized my agenda because I hadn’t touched it since a few days before I left PEI. I sat with the elders Karimi and Moka wa Mwiti. We chatted, vibed, and laughed. I played with baby Jason Mwenda. It started raining heavily which made the day get cooler, so we bundled up and went inside. Amirah and Chanel called me to catch up but also because weuh. Being Black in America is a wild box to be in. Like anyone and everyone is tryna stake their claim on Blackness without actually experiencing Blackness. I am so glad I am away from alladat. My phone battery died so I left my phone upstairs and the power went out. I got a blanket and laid on the couch and everyone was in the living room with a fire going. We just chilled like that for hours. It was sooooo nice. We were joking, laughing, jabs, history, present, dreams and just relationship building via time. I had such a lovely time just being with my people. I kept thinking that this is what I wanted. This is what I hoped for. And here I am. At supper time, we had cowpeas. It was pretty Good. With cabbage and potatoes. I didn’t know that cow peas make me bloated so my belly is pretty swollen and sore right now. It is what it is. SweSwe came home a bit later than I expected and when she got here I was upstairs in the shower. I went down with a shiny oiled up face to say hi to her and we had a laugh at how freshly showered I looked. She was upset today, I felt sad for her. Like she is quite old and experiencing really unusual behavior from her own family. I would say most people around her are leeches, just waiting for what they can take, rarely offering her something. Anyway, she was stranded at the physio clinic today and the people responsible to get her home were not answering the phone. I dunno fam, if I had a car and could drive, I would take her and wait right there in the clinic. I did it in Canada. But all these “family” members are blood family but they just leech off of her dawg. And it breaks my heart because she deserves better. At the end of the day, many of the ones leeching are her own children and grandchildren so I cannot get involved. All I want from her and for her is time with me. And I want this really cool photo of her that hangs in the hallways. That is all I ever want. The rest is time. Just time to be together. On this journey of sobriety and seeking Gøod. I know God and the Universe are with me and for me so I will never lack. I can and will continue to build myself up, I don’t need to leech off of an 86 year old woman. All in all, I really enjoyed today. I am going to finish this daily writing then do my meditation and talk to Munene for a little bit. I am learning to let go and let God.  I struggle with romantic love. Platonic and familial I am so confident in. Romantic, I have trust issues dawg. But we healing. So here, I trust & dive in.  I deserve all the Love. Love is Gøod. Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase.

[thisisanude]

i feel crazy i feel absolutely insane the timing is just so weird too like i don’t understand what’s happening ive never felt this weird and unsure of what to do in my relationship WELL i have in other ways but never this one this one is the weirdest TBH. like on one hand i love him and every time i see him i feel genuine love and happiness and like i want to build a future with him and i love hanging out with him and he makes me feel better. but on the other hand. we have had issues before he would get petty over things i really didn’t appreciate and part of me is like it’s my fault too cuz i can be bitchy like sometimes i talk before i think. but idk i feel like that’s the worst of me like he would get so upset at moments when he really shouldn’t have been or when a partner should be supportive. and the petty things. like the first time like 2 years ago when i said to him at a bar i look so good everyone here wants to fuck me and he was very upset and took that real not well but didn’t tell me about it till months later and that’s why he would get so petty. and this was the same instance when i found out that he was being petty to me bc also months ago i made a joke to his friend about his bong being dirty. and i don’t even remember how they fight went bc honestly it was awful i tried to push it away so bad sooooo bad and that fight was like a year and a half ago. i remember being truly hurt for the first time, like instead of trying to solve something he was being petty. it was so upsetting and i feel like that made me see him differently bc i will never feel like i got full closure. like i was saying sorry for doing those things too much and he wasn’t saying sorry for being petty enough. i do get angry tho and i don’t give in when im really mad. and then ! that was like the worst our relationship was bc i had already not been happy with him prob bc of his pettiness and distance from me in the before months so that fight was like damn i could see myself without you. but then things started to improve he was cleaning his act up and in a few more months i felt really happy in our relationship again. it’s like wow i can’t believe i ever felt upset or wanted to leave i want to be with you forever so bad this is my person this is my soulmate. and then next july which was almost a year later we had a big fight THE DAY I WASS MOVING OJT….. which if you know me my room and apartment is a very very very lot of work to move out from. and the last year he wasn’t in town so he didn’t help me but this year he was helping me. and last year i helped him move out after he left town and did a lot of work also but that don’t matter cuz it’s not like transactional but just saying im not only expecting help from him i help him as well. but i don’t even fucking remember what that was about either! crazy how bad my memory holds fights and bad memories like that altho i’m sure i was prob smoking a lot around this time which doesn’t help. i just remember being extremely angry with him and for the first time in a while thinking oh i don’t think i should be with him forever. and i honestly didn’t feel like i was fully recovered i feel like i was just like let’s fix this asap bc i needed to keep MOVING OUT and i didn’t want to be immensely stressed and upset. but i don’t even remember what the fuck he was upset about but i do remember him telling me i shouldn’t have told my BEST FRIEND about him potentially moving back home the next year and us maybe being long distance. and i was like wtf is wrong with you for being mad at going to my best friend like that’s an emotional upset thing for me and i also don’t wanna make you feel guilty for leaving by talking about it in a sad way. and he was like now she told her boyfriend (who is his dealer) and now everyone knows my business when i don’t want anyone to. like bitch what the fuck why do you care so much shut the fuck up holy shit and he was like why is it a big deal it’s not a big deal and i was like how can you say that. he’s like that’s like the same thing as you going to ur home country for

[wickedghastly]

Where can I find info on princess nokia blackfishing? I thought she was Afro latina, im not saying she isn't blackfishing I just want to find more info on it

I have no idea how long ago you sent this but:

Literally if you just look at images of her you can physically see her morphing herself over the years into looking Black.

I had to research/come to the conclusions and look for this all myself. Some keywords that might help is that she used to go by themermaidgirl and wavyspice with the word tumblr on google (those were the names she went by before she switched to princess nokia.)

On her Blackfishing:

I basically found out through google after seeing what she looked like in her infamous ��so juicy so fertile” Vogue video that she Blackfishes because I noticed she obviously uses tanner (Face lighter than body with different tones). I started googling her old pictures and social media names and...yeah here we are.

She deadass darkens her skin artificially, wears fake Afro wigs, and gets lip injections to make herself look Black, and is lying about being AfroPuerto Rican, she’s been lying about being Indigenous as well.

How you go from this: 

To this: 

Her own ex-friends have said she’s not Black and called her out for it. Actual Taino Indigenous people have repeatedly called her out for lying about being Taino.

If you look at pictures shes posted of her family literally none of them are Black. They’re more than likely white or majority white/mestize. None of them in Puerto Rico would be considered Black. None of them. Like my mother’s family is literally all very much white Puertoricans who come from white European colonialists in PR, and that side of my family look JUST LIKE the people in these pictures. She’s not ambigious mixed Black, she’s straight up Blackfishing and pretending to be Black.

She is literally mestiza/white Latina cosplaying Afro-Indigenous Latinidad. Like straight up fucking cosplaying being mixed and cosplaying being spiritual/in Afroreligions. 

Like who tf sits there for instagram smoking cigars with a golden headwrap showing the viewers a Yemaya oracle card like she’s really doing something except for people who are using ATRs and shit for social media clout liiikkeeee.......She can smoke all the cigars she wants, that’s not gonna make her AfroPuertorican or Afrotaino for shit. It’s fucking embarassing.

I swear the reason she’s always going on about being mixed Afro-Indigenous is because in Latino culture, including PR culture, there’s this incorrect idea that we’re all European/African/Indigenous, therefore any Latino can claim Afrolatinidad. Obviously that’s not true. But I’ve even heard this stupid shit in progressive/activist circles. 

And with ATR/ADRs and Brujeria becoming more visible and popular in recent years, why wouldn’t she jump on it to capitalize off the craze, considering that’s what made her popular? So I deadass wouldn’t be surprised if this is why she tries saying she’s Black when clearly neither she nor either sides of her family are any sort of Black Puertorican. But she’s been called out for this shit so many times, nobody can say she’s just ignorant, at this point she’s been telling people straight up lies.  

She wears Afro styled wigs and then lies about it being her real hair. And people have apparently called her out before but she was adamant that its her real hair. You can tell that its not her real hair, and that her actual texture is wavy, not curly.

Those are all wigs. All 3 of them in the images. You can literally tell they’re wigs. Esp in the middle/second pic, look at those roots. You can see the braids underneath and how the curls aren’t actually connecting to her scalp. Bc those are fucking wigs. Even in the bruja video, she was wearing a fucking wig.

Why do you think she goes from a light tan, to a much darker warm almost orange shade, to a neutral medium shade, back to a super dark but more olive/green toned shade? Because that’s not what her actual color is. 

Have you noticed how in a lot of photos of her, her skin is sort of patchy with random spots, or her face is super pale without makeup compared to a much darker body, her body most times being a much darker color than her hands? Why sometimes her nails look dirty?

It’s literally because she uses artificial tanners/spray tan on her skin. She’s always a different shade because it goes between being fresh and faded or she switches up the brands/colors/products she’s using.

Like look at her fucking hand compared to her face (and check out the injections) like wow:

She gets mad fucking CCs of injections into her lips to make them look fuller than they actually are. And she’s been getting it done for ages. In recent moments she’s been doing.......alot.

She’s 100% A Blackfisher like it’s fucking crazy because I didnt know that wasnt what she naturally looked like. honest to god this had me so fucked up and I’m still so fucking mad over this. I had heard people repeatedly saying she wasn’t Black and figured it out through just searching up on google. She’s absolutely fucking wild for profitting off of the idea that she’s AfropuertoRican and acting like shes supposed to be some sort of representation for us when she’s been fucking lyinggggg. Faux-spiritual and faux-Black as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk and making money off of it.

I even saw that she apparently tried to argue with a visibly Black woman who was calling her out, that the Black woman’s skin looked fake and orange and was probably a tan on twitter. Like. GIRL GET AWAY FROM THE MIRROR BECAUSE....

She’s fucking WILD.

[severely-mentally-ill]

I've recently discovered Pinterest, and I am very mad I haven't sooner. I have discovered so many things of amazing fanart, but this one caught my eye and gave me ideas for this sooooo enjoy.

Don't be surprised if I end up writing more fics on the other fanart things I find hehe

♧♡◇☆ Royalty Must Live On ♡◇☆♧

Pairing: Prince!Hwang Hyunjin x Prince!Reader

Warnings: Forced marriage, a tiny bit of violence, toxic behavior from Hyunjin's mother, some mentions of homophobia, this gets pretty sad and dark at some points, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub!Hyunjin, dom!Reader, unprotected mlm sex, soft sex, tension, virgin!Hyunjin, nipple play, small handjob, REALLY LONG

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes and spelling errors.

I DID NOT CREATE THIS, I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST.

A soft knock echoes through your room as you button up your shirt. You look up towards the door, and give the person a response. "Who is it?"

"It's me." Your mother responds. "Are you almost ready? They're to be here soon."

"Almost. I just need to finished getting dressed. I will be down in a minute." You respond, looking back down at your shirt. "I won't be long, mother."

"I trust you won't." You then hear her footsteps slowly descending down the hallway. You close your eyes and let out a breath. The people you and your parents were meeting with was a family from a near-by kingdom. Your parents and them had made a deal with them, and that lead to them coming to your kingdom to stay for a few days to see how things work with your family and your kingdom. Also, to attend your annual Christmas ball. So, it was important for you to look your best.

You open your eyes again and continue with getting dressed. After finishing with tucking your shirt into your trousers, you put on your overcoat and your crown. You give yourself one last look in your large mirror, and make sure you don't have a hair out of place before nodding to yourself and exiting your room.

As you descend down the stairs to where your parents stand, you look out the window and watch as their carriage arrives in front of your home. Perfect timing.

Your servants are quick to open the large doors for the three to enter. You stand behind your parents with your hands holding each other in front of you, in your best posture you can manage as they all walk in.

"Hello. Welcome to our home." Your father says as all three of you bow. As you stand up straight again, they're then the ones to bow. Your father then introduces himself and your mother, not breaking his charming grin.

He steps forward so he's in front of his parents, and gives a small bow.

"Pleasure to meet you." The woman says before introducing herself and her husband. "And this is our son, Hwang Hyunjin." Her and her husband step aside to reveal a rather handsome boy. He had long, black hair that was tied up mostly, by a red ribbon, besides the little side bangs he had, with these beautiful dark brown eyes and a pair of light pink plump lips to go with it. His skin was a light honey sort of colour, and looked to be soft and sort of silky-like. He also had a little beauty mark under his right eye.

"Ah yes," your father steps aside to reveal you, "this is our son, L/N Y/N."

This time, you step forward so your in front of your parents. You return the bow to him and his family. When you stand up straight again, you put on your most charming smile that you can manage as you look between the three. "I would like to say how pleased we are to have you here, and I hope that you all will enjoy your stay." You pause for a moment, taking a breath. "If you'd follow me, I could give you a tour of the place, and show you to where you all will be staying."

"Yes, that'd be lovely." The woman responds, giving you a smile.

After the tour, you showed the king and queen to their room so they could settle in and get some rest--if needed. Meanwhile, you decided to try and get to know Hyunjin a bit more. "Would you like me to show you back to your room, or, if you would like, I could so you around my personal garden?"

Hyunjin looks at you with a bit confusion. "Why would you do that?"

You give a small shrug. "It's been a long while since someone even remotely close to my age has been here, so I want to take a bit of an advantage of your company. You don't have to go if you don't want to."

Hyunjin thinks for a moment. It was odd to him. Usually the princes and princesses he meets aren't normally as friendly as you are being. Most of them are very snobby and full of themselves. He must admit, it was quite nice how friendly you were being. And so, he gives you a nod. "I wouldn't mind seeing it."

You give him a small grin before motioning for him to follow you. He quickly does, and you begin to make your way to your garden.

The walk there was a rather short one, and was made in silence. It wasn't a necessarily awkward, nor bad silence— it was more a there's-nothing-to-be-said silence. Once arrived, Hyunjin was quickly blown away.

Your garden was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Not only were there gorgeous flowers, but various fruits and vegetables that looked delicious. There were also astonishing trees that grew in just the right way to make an arch around the cobblestone pathway. There was a thin layer of snow covering everything, that only added to the beauty. The flowers varied in many different colours and sizes. Hyunjin couldn't even name more then five of the flowers he saw, there were just so many.

The flowers were pretty cluttered, but that only made them appear more astonishing to him. The many colours mixed with the dark wood of the trees somehow seem even more appealing to the boy, and with the snow on top of it all—Hyunjin had felt like he was seeing Heaven right in front of him. "What do you think?"

Your voice brought him back to reality. You almost chuckled when you looked over at him. His mouth was slightly agape, and his eyes were wide. He closes his mouth as he looks over at you. "It's. . . beautiful."

Hyunjin walks over to the little apple tree that displayed the most delicious-looking dark red apples. He looks back at you, as if asking permission to take one. You give him a single nod, telling him he can. And so, he grabs one and pulls it off the branch. The other branches shake a bit, and a small bit of snow falls off them at Hyunjin's feet.

"Are they safe to eat?" He asks, turning around after doing so.

"Of course." You smile. "All the fruits and vegetables are. Take what you'd like."

Hyunjin grins back in response before taking a bite of the apple. He closes his eyes as the flavors flood his mouth. The apple was the perfect combination of bitter and sweet, with a tinge of salty-sour mix. To top it off, the skin of the apple wasn't that sort of paper-y that you find on regular market-bought apples—no, this one had the perfect type that doesn't get stuck in your teeth after chewing it for a bit. The texture of the apple itself was just the right mix of soft yet crunchy. Hyunjin had never had something as ravishing as this. His eyes open wide and his mouth curves into a wide grin. "This is the most delectable fruit I've ever had!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "I'm very glad you enjoy it."

His grin widens as he takes another bite. He makes a little noise that sounds a bit like a moan as chews the apple. "How did you get them to be this good? I've had hundreds of apples before, but none of them are even close to being as good as this one."

"You know, I'm honestly not quite sure." You respond. "I've just always had a sort of green thumb."

"I would say so." Hyunjin responds as he licks his lips, some of the juice dripping onto his chin.

"Oh, you got a little juice on your chin." You tell him, pointing to your chin at the spot where a bit of it lays. He lifts his thumb up to try and wipe it off.

"Did I get it?" He asks. He didn't.

"Uhm, no you didn't." You mumble, grabbing your little handkerchief from your pocket. You them walk over to him. "Would you mind if I got it?"

It was an awkward thing to ask, and you have no idea why you did—but Hyunjin shook his head. So, you stepped forward and raised your cloth and wiped his chin.

Hyunjin couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at your action, and he wasn't sure why, but he couldn't stop himself from looking you in the eye while you did your action. You looked back at him after you finished getting the little droplet off his chin, and you both just kind of paused.

Neither of you weren't quite understanding of why you held that eye contact for as long as you did, but it just felt like the right thing to do. That was, until you decided that it was getting a bit to, dare I say, warm between you two. So, you step away from him and clear your throat as you put away your handkerchief. "Uhm, there are many other fruits that you could try, as well. Vegetables too."

Hyunjin gives you a grin, nodding his head a bit. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get the weird little warm and tickly feeling out of his stomach. What was this? It felt like butterflies in his stomach. But why? "How many different types do you have?"

"Normally, I have many dozens of plants. Due to the cold weather, the numbers have shrunken, but there are still plenty." You explain to him as he walks around the other plants.

Hyunjin pauses for a moment before turning around to look at you. "May I ask something?"

"Go ahead."

"How come you didn't bring my parents here on part of the tour?" He asks, taking another bite of the apple right after.

You think for a moment. It seems as though he doesn't know yet, so you better not tell him. "My garden is something I don't really like showing to people often. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea why I decided to show it to you." Yes you do. "I think I just felt like you would like it. I'm not to sure about your parents, though."

Hyunjin laughs, nodding his head in understanding. "I can tell you now, my mother and father would have no interest in anything of this sorts. At least, not like I do."

You tilt your head. "What is it you mean?"

Hyunjin frowns a bit as he thinks. "Well, my parents aren't the type to really enjoy beautiful things such as gardens. I've always wanted to grow my own, but my mother and father forbid it. They think that things like gardening, cooking, and such are for women and women only."

You nod, quickly understanding. "Do you think that?"

He shakes his head. "No. I don't really think that people should have a specific role to stick with just because of their gender, but I did think it for most of my life. Only recently have I learned that nothing should be assigned to one gender only." He lets out a sigh. "But, due to my parents beliefs, I was never really able to do all the things I wanted to do." Hyunjin looks back up at you, cringing a bit. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked so much-"

"Oh, no, no! I don't mind! Talk all you want. I'm a good listener." You smile at him. "What are the things you've always wanted to do?"

Hyunjin can't help but blush a bit at your response. He can't remember the last time he was able to talk to someone the way he is now. Safe to say he's enjoying it. "I've always wanted to learn to cook and bake. It seems fun. Along with painting, and making clothes."

You give him a smile. "I know how to cook, bake, and paint. And I am actually trying to convince one of my maids to teach me to sew."

He looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Really?"

You nod. "Yes. I can teach you if you'd like?"

Hyunjin grins at you, but then he frowns. You look at him confused. "Are you alright?"

He nods. "Yes, perfectly fine. It's just, we won't see each other after this, so when would you have time to teach me?"

You bite your lip. So he doesn't know. "I'm sure we can figure something out. We're both adults, we should be able to take a carriage to each other without our parents permission."

Hyunjin shakes his head. "Maybe with your parents. Mine would never allow such things."

You shake your head. "Maybe, maybe not. We'll never know unless we try." You say. "Let us talk about other things, now."

Hyunjin nods. "May I ask you a few things about yourself?"

You smile at him and give him a nod. "Ask away."

"I'm sorry, mother but what is it you want me to do?" Hyunjin asks in disbelief. He wasn't sure how to process the news he had just received.

"It's not want, darling, it's need. We need to get our family connected to theirs, and the only way for that to happen is through marriage." His mother responds, managing to keep her composure. He blinks at her, expecting her to say that it is some sort of joke, but no, she remains still.

"Yes, I understand that, but why me? Why not a cousin or other relative to us be the one to marry? Besides, he's a man! I can't marry another man!" His mother closes her eyes and lets out a breath.

"Hyunjin, no. It must be you. No one else in the family is able to do it." His mother responds as she opens her eyes again. She then begins to walk over to him, placing her hands on the side of his face once in front of him, making him look down at her. "You must do this for your family. It is the only way for us to continue this life."

Hyunjin lets out a breath, reaching up and gently grabbing his mothers hands and pushing them off his face. "My family has done almost nothing to help with me, why should I be the one to suffer through this marriage if they have done nothing for us?"

The sound of his mothers hand colliding with Hyunjin's cheek followed by the sting is the response. His head turns to the side as he closes his eyes. "Don't you dare disrespect your family like that! We have done so much for you, and this is how you repay us? By saying we've done nothing?" His mother lets out a scoff. "I expect you to be better then this!"

Hyunjin sighs, turning back to look at his mother. "I-I'm sorry, mother. I'm just a bit shocked at the news. I didn't mean any disrespect."

"Well, compose yourself, Hyunjin. Even if you didn't mean it, is still came off that way. Learn to control what you say and how you say it." His mother responds. Hyunjin bows his head, closing his eyes as he does so. "I know the news is sudden, and a shock to you, but you'll need to push through it. You're a man, act like it. Understand?"

Hyunjin nods, continuing to keep his head down and his eyes closed. "Yes, mother. I understand. I'm sorry for my actions."

His mother nods. "Good. You should be." She then turns around and walks to the door of the bedroom he was staying in. "Now, you better be ready in time for the ball tonight. I won't accept you being late."

"Yes, mother." Hyunjin is quick to say. His mother begins to exit his room before he stops her. "Is this the reason you brought us here? So we would get married?"

She turns he head to the side, looking at him over her shoulder. "Yes, Hyunjin."

He nods and looks down for a second before speaking again. "Does Y/N know about the plan?"

"Yes." His mother takes a breath. "This plan has been in place since he, Y/N, was born. Our families both agreed to have our only children marry, no matter what."

"May I ask why?"

"Because our royalty must live on. And all the other kingdoms around here are not nearly big enough to even consider us binding with them." She takes a breath and closes her eyes as she turns back towards the door. "There is no discussion about this, Hyunjin. It is going to happen, whether you want it to or not."

Hyunjin hesitates a moment. "But. . ." he lets out a breath. "We won't be able to have kids. How will the royalty live on if we are not able to reproduce?"

"A child is going to be given to you years into your marriage."

"How?"

"Someone from our village will bear one up, and whoever the child is will be given to you both to raise. Everything has been planned out, and has been for your entire life."

"Won't we be looked down on for us both being men?"

"You will."

"What will we do about that?"

"Nothing. There is nothing to be done. It will happen, nothing to stop it. Only the important people will understand the situation."

"What about-" His mother cuts him off.

"Enough, Hyunjin. No more questions. Just, get ready and be downstairs in two hours." Hyunjin slumps down.

"Yes, mother." His mother nods and exits the room, closing the door behind her. After he hears her footsteps fade away, he lets out a breath. He closes his eyes and sits down on the edge of his bed before placing his head in his hands.

'Why me?'

After he managed to bottle up what he was feeling, Hyunjin put on his best outfit—a royal blue button-up blouse, black trousers, his homeland sash, and his black overcoat with his home-village pins attached to it. He tied his hair back into a bun with some chopsticks holding it together. To tie it all together, he placed on a few of his rings that he only wore for special occasions, and put his crown onto the top of his head.

He takes one last look at himself in the mirror before taking a deep breath.

'You got this.'

Hyunjin then hears a knock at his door. This one was a gentle knock, and he immediately knew it wasn't his mother or father. Before he can ask, your voice rings out. "It's um, it's me. May I come in?"

Hyunjin looks down for a moment, swallowing before he responds. "You may."

He quickly turns back to the mirror, adjusting his sash a bit as he hears the door open and close, followed by your soft footsteps. "I'm guessing that you were also told?"

"About the marriage?"

"Yes."

"I was." You nods, looking down at your shoes for a moment before looking back up at him. It was then that you fully took in his outfit. He looked. . .breathtaking, to say the least. The way his trousers hugged his waist and upper thighs in just the right way, mixed with the slightly loose shirt that seemed to accentuate his biceps perfectly, and with the way his trousers showed off his little behind- no. Nope, you are not noticing that. You clear your throat and look up at his face. "You look nice."

Hyunjin nods, failing to hide the small flush that creeps onto his cheeks. "Thank you. As do you."

"Thank you." You respond, clearing your throat a bit. "So, our parents want us to enter the dance together, linking our arms."

Hyunjin furrows his eyebrows, looking over at you in confusion. So, you explain. "They are also using this event to announce our marriage, so they need us to enter in at the end of their announcement with our arms linked."

"Oh." Hyunjin responds, giving a small nod of his head. "When is the announcement starting?"

"It will be starting in a few moments. Your mother sent me up here to get you." You respond. "We should probably get going, if your ready."

"I am.'' You nod.

"Let's get on then." You respond, stepping aside and motioning for Hyunjin to go first. He gives a small bow as he passes by you before exiting the room, you following him. You shut the door as you exit.

The walk to the ball room was met in awkward silence. Neither of you could really think of anything to say. Really, what could you say? Hyunjin just found out that he's going to be married to you, a practical stranger to him, and another man at that. Then again, he knew he would be forced to marry another royal child, but he didn't think it'd be another prince. If he's being perfectly honest, he can not remember a single time in history of a prince marrying another prince. Nor of a princess marrying another princess. It's barbaric. But. . . why does the thought of marrying another man seem not as bad as he's making it out to be? Hyunjin couldn't find a reason why he thought this.

Finally, Hyunjin couldn't take the silence anymore. It was intoxicating. He clears his throat before speaking. "How long have you known that you were to be married to me?"

You think for a moment. "Really, ever since I was a young child. I was told at a very young age that I already had a partner for marriage."

He tilts his head. "Why were you told at such a young age?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because when I was a young boy, I made friends with this one girl and we thought that we were in love, so I told my parents that I had found my wife. They told my I didn't, and I got confused, so they explained it to me that I already had someone to be married to." You explain. "However, they didn't tell me that it was going to be to a man until I was and adult. Safe to say that it was a shock."

"What happened to the girl?" Hyunjin asks.

"She, um, she died." You pause, gulping a bit. "He- I mean, she, got pneumonia, and sadly passed."

"Oh. . ." Hyunjin trails off. "I-I am truly, very sorry."

You shake your head. "It's alright. I was ten when it happened." You take a breath before continuing. "Did you ever have a woman you loved?"

Hyunjin shakes his head. "No, my parents never allowed for me to even think about being with someone. I always wondered why, up until I found out. . . you know."

You nod. Just then, you arrive in front of the ball room doors, just in time to hear the beginning of the speech.

'Here we go.'

It was around the middle of the ball now, and Hyunjin was no where to be seen. You weren't even sure when he disappeared, but it had been a long while since.

"If you'll excuse me, my lady, I must go find my fiancé." You say to the woman you were talking to. You give her a kiss on her knuckles and a bow as you leave. After you do, you look around a bit to try and see if you can spot Hyunjin. You can't, and so, you try and wrack through your brain to think of where he could've been. Maybe his room? So that's where you decided to head first.

Of course, when you got there, he wasn't there. So, you try to think of somewhere else he may be. But, anywhere you though of, you went only to find nothing. You felt like you had just gone on a wild goose chase. You tried to think of any other place he could be, and that's when it hits you; your garden. The only place you had not looked. And so, you began your journey to there.

When you finally arrived there, you didn't spot him right away. But you could tell he had been there recently, due to the fresh footprints in the snow that covered the path. You noticed that they lead through the arch and into the dark oak gazebo that you had. You follow them and find Hyunjin standing there, in the middle of the small build looking around it with astonishment. The walls, roof, and pedestals were covered in vines with roses blossomed among them in such a perfect way that it looked overgrown but not in the normal plants-covering-everything way. The floor was clear of the vines and full flowers, but still had fallen rose pedals scattered about to make it seem. . . romantic, almost. There were also candles scattered about on the floor, none lit, with little glass plates under them to catch the wax. If they were to be lit, this place would look like the most romantic place on earth.

You had forgotten to show him this part.

You were about to try and grab his attention, until you found yourself getting distracted. He looked absolutely stunning. The moon and starlight bounced off his skin and made him seem glittery. The light also reflected in his dark eyes and caused little sparkles that only made him look like he had a little galaxy in them. He seemed to be glowing from the night lighting mixed with the little snowflakes that rested in his hair. And from the light drizzle, more gathered while the others melted and caused more light to shine from him. A few rose pedals had fallen onto him as well; some landing in his hair and some on his shoulders, and somehow making him appear even more attractive. The crown on his head, silver with red ruby's on the tips of every mound, somehow made his eyes pop even more.

You take a breath before catching his attention. "Hello." Hyunjin jumps a bit at your voice, spinning around quickly. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you."

He shakes his head. "No, it's okay. I was just distracted."

You nod before beginning to walk over to him. When you arrive next to him, you look around the building. "Breathtaking isn't it?"

Hyunjin nods, following your eyes to look around at the place. "It truly is."

You think for a moment before biting your lip slightly. "I know how I can make it even better."

He looks over at you. "I'm not sure if it can get any better. It's just so. . . wondrous. How can it get any better than this?"

You can't help but grin a small bit. "Just watch."

You pull out your pack of matches and begin to light all the candles on the floor. Slowly, the area begins to come to life, almost, even more then it seemed to before. Hyunjin feels silly now. Of course it could get better. He never should have doubted it.

By the time you finished, Hyunjin was already in awe at how much the gazebo changed from just a bit of lighting. It was then that he noticed the roof was covered in paintings. It must've been too dark to see them before. The paintings on the roof was a field filled with butterflies, caterpillars, a fox family in the distance, and a person Hyunjin didn't know. It was a man who looked to be around yours and Hyunjin's age, maybe a bit younger, and looked to be smiling widely at a butterfly that was on his finger.

There was something about the way the person was painted that Hyunjin couldn't quite place his finger on. The person who painted this clearly had some devotion to this man, with how perfect he seemed. And with how detailed this painting was, this didn't just come from a simple thought.

It was a memory. And it looked to be a very important one.

"Did you paint that?" Hyunjin asks, looking back at you after you had finished lighting the candles. You look up at the painting and almost tear up. You gulp as you look back down at Hyunjin. Lucky for you, he was still looking at the painting.

"I did." You say, trying not to let the lump in your throat altar your speech.

"Who is that in the painting?" Hyunjin asks, looking back down at you. "Is he your friend?"

You hesitate for a moment. "It's. . . best I do not say who that is."

He tilts his head. "Why is that?"

You shake your head. "You wouldn't understand. Nor would you ever look at me the same way."

You then turn around so your back was towards him. Hyunjin thinks for a moment, trying to think of who the man could be. A thought crosses in his head, and it seems to be the only explanation; "Was he your lover?"

You freeze, not sure how to react. You slouch in defeat, letting out a long sigh. You pause for what seems like hours before you respond. "He was."

He wasn't sure why, but Hyunjin didn't feel any confusion on why you had another man for a lover. It was almost as if he understood it, almost as if he knew why you did, almost as if he knew exactly how it felt. In all honesty, he probably did know exactly how it felt to fall for another man. "The story you told me, about the girl, that's not true. Is it?"

You shake your head. "None of it was."

Hyunjin nods even though he knows you can't see it. He nibbles on his lip as he debates the next question. But, in the end, be decides to ask. "Can you. . . tell the real story?"

You look back over your shoulder at him. "Do you actually want to hear it? It doesn't have a good ending."

Hyunjin nods. "Only if you are okay with telling it."

You turn back and let out a sigh. "The man in the paintings name is Jeongin. Yang Jeongin. He was our stable boy, and we became very close friends after many years of him working for us. After a few more years, I started to feel. . . differently about him. I wasn't sure what it was at first, and I couldn't think of any valid explanation for my feelings for a long time. That was. . . until I invited him on a picnic and somehow ended up kissing him.

"It felt so right, and neither of us could understand why it did, but after that, I think we both made the realization that the thing we were feeling for each other was love.

"We kept our relationship very private and in secret for almost two years, until my mother walked into my room and saw him and I making love. She fired him immediately and sent him back to live in the village. I cried, and begged, and screamed at her not to, but to no avail. When I asked her why she did it, she told me that I was to be married to someone else and I couldn't have a relation with anyone else.

"Him and I continued to send letters to each other, despite my parents orders not to, until one day, his letters stopped. I snuck out of the castle in the middle of the night and went to his house in the village. I found it empty and asked around." You take a shaky breath as the memory of it comes hitting you. No matter how much you tried to stop them, tears formed in your eyes as you continued on. "His father had found out about us and beat him to death."

Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you sniffled before continuing. "The village people weren't sure what to do with his body, so I took it and buried him in a secret area in my garden. I painted this," you motion to roof, "the first year we were together.

"The painting is from one of the first romantic nights we ever had together. I showed him to this field that was always full of butterflies, and we had one of the most wonderful nights either of us could ever ask for.

"After I buried him, I couldn't even come close to this building without tearing up. The pain was so much and so unbearable. It took me close to a year before I could come in here, and when I finally did," you walk over to one of the roses that was in bloom and run your finger along one of the pedals, "these roses had grown all over this place. And when I looked up at him, the roses formed a heart around him." You point up at him. "It's still there."

It was only then that Hyunjin noticed that there was in fact, a heart shape around Jeongin's head. He looks back over at you, noticing the single tear that fell from your eye as you stare up at the roof. You quickly wipe it away though. "He did leave me with something. A letter. A final letter that he wrote while in the healers. I still haven't read it."

Hyunjin looks down at his hands, unsure of what to say. He has this overwhelming need to try and give you any of the comfort he can offer. He hesitantly begins to walk over to you, and once he arrives behind you, he gently places his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N," he begins, "I know that I can't give you much comfort, but I want you to know that I truly am utterly sorry that you had to go through that."

You begin to rub your fingers with your thumb, debating in your head whether you should or shouldn't. In the end, you decide to. You raise your hand and place it on top of his, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Thank you, Hyunjin. It. . . means a lot."

Hyunjin looks down for a moment. You hear him let out a sigh before feeling his hand leave your shoulder. You allow for your shoulders to slump and your head to drop, until you feel Hyunjin wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind. You tense up at first, shocked by his action, before you relax again. You turn around so your facing him and you hug him. It's a bit odd, since you are a bit taller then him, but you bury your face into his shoulder. You can't stop the sob that escapes your mouth as you finally allow for the tears to fall now.

"Thank you. . ." You whisper before the sobs take over again. Hyunjin isn't sure what goes over him, but his instincts cause him to hold you a small bit tighter. His instincts just told him that he needed to show you he was there for you. And he wasn't sure why, but he didn't mind it.

That night, when you got back to your room, you started pacing back and forth. You weren't sure what it was, but something was eating away at you. Something was keeping you restless. You just had this feeling like you needed to do something. And you had an itching suspicious that you knew exactly what it was. You needed to read Jeongin's letter.

You were awake most of the night, sitting on your bed and chewing on your nails. You really didn't want to read the letter, but you knew you had to. You knew that you would always have the dread of it hanging above you the longer you put it off.

It was around three in the morning when you finally pushed yourself up and walked over to your desk. You open the drawer that you kept all of Jeongin's letters in, and grab the unopened one at the top. You're about to open it when you hear a voice in your head say: 'No. Not here.'

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before placing the letter in an inside pocket of your overcoat—you had not changed since the ball—and quietly exit your room and walk to your garden. You make sure no one is following you on your way to your destination.

Once you arrive at the place you knew you needed to go—Jeongin's grave—you then get down and kneel in front of the headstone you had for him, not caring about the snow. You take a breath before speaking. "My love," you swallow, "I know I haven't been to see you in a while, I've been busy. But, I'm here now, and I'm going to finally read your letter."

You take a shaky breath as you take out the letter. "I probably should have done this a long time ago, but I just haven't felt ready. I hope you're not too mad at me for it." You can practically hear him: 'Of course I'm not mad at you, silly.' He would say in a teasing voice. The teasing voice you missed. "Okay, I'm going to start now."

Your hands are shaky as you open up the letter. You close your eyes and let out a breath before opening them and beginning to scan your eyes over the words.

My dearest Y/N,

I am in the healer right now, after my father got a bit too angry at me. He found out about us, I'm sure that can tell you enough about that.

The healer told me that I should make a full recovery, but I know that's not true. I can feel it, Y/N, I'm dying. It's something with my head, I'm sure. I can barely sleep, my ears are always ringing, I constantly feel like my stomach is going to come up, my neck feels stiff, light is torture, and nothing is seeming to make sense anymore.

By the time you are reading this letter, I will be long dead. I know that it is going to take you a long time before you do, and before you ask, no, I am not mad at you for it.

When you read this letter, you probably met your future marriage partner that your parents have set up for you, and you are maybe married by now. If not, well, I'm not sure. But I want you to know this: you will mourn, you will grieve, and that is perfectly fine. Take as long as you need, but don't let my death hold you back. Don't let my death stop you from falling in love. I know that I will probably cause you to be hesitant, and that is okay, but don't let it stop you from finding someone.

Do you remember our first picnic together? Where we shared our first kiss? I hope you do. Let that, and all of our other memories together bring you comfort in your darkest days. Let the gazebo with the painting of me be the place you go when you feel the need to escape your life.

I just want you to know, Y/N, I love you, and I always will. And I want you to know that, no matter what, I will always be by your side, even in death. You may not know it, or feel it, but I will be there. I promise you.

Your love, forever and always,

Jeongin

You cover your mouth as the tears blur your vision and the sobs wrack through your body. Your body shakes as you cry, holding the letter close to your chest as you curl over on the ground. You didn't bother with trying to hold back your loud sobs, seeing as though no one would hear you anyway.

"Jeongin. . . my love. . . I'm sorry. . ."

When you had gotten back to your room, it was probably around five in the morning. Your clothes were soaking wet now, and you were shivering. But, on the somewhat bright-side, you felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders after that.

As you were making your way back to your room, you failed to notice Hyunjin peaking his head out of his room after being woken up by the sound of your footsteps squelching with each step you took. He popped his head out of his doorway and spotted you entering your room.

You placed the letter in the drawer it was in before and quickly change into your sleepwear. As soon as your head hits your pillow, you fall asleep.

It was a dreamless night for you, something that is normal for you at this point, and when you were awoken by someone knocking at your door, you couldn't help but groan as you push yourself up from your, seemingly more, comfortable bed. You yawn and stretch as you make your way to your door. When you open the door, you find your personal maid standing there. "So sorry to wake you, sir."

You shake your head. "It's alright. What is it?"

"The queen has requested for you, your fiancé as well. I have already informed him." You nod.

"Thank you. I'll be right there." She nods and turns to walk away. You close the door and take a moment to try and wake yourself up more before putting on your daywear.

It takes a bit longer for you to walk to where you assume your mother is awaiting, as you are still incredibly tired, but you somehow manage. When you arrive, you find your mother laughing at something Hyunjin had said while he was chuckling along. Hyunjin's mother was also there. When she spots you, she stands up. "Ah, Y/N darling. Perfect timing."

You nod. "What is the trouble, mother?"

She chuckles. "Oh, silly. No trouble. I brought the two of you here to discuss your wedding plans."

"Isn't it a bit early for that?" You ask.

"Of course not." Hyunjin's mother interferes. She stands up as well and moves to stand next to your mother. "You know that it won't take long for everything to be prepared, so why not get it done and over with as soon as we can?"

"I. . . suppose." You respond shuffling your feet a bit. "What I really meant was, isn't it a bit early in the day for this?"

"What ever do you mean, darling? It is the middle of the day." Your mother responds, laughing a bit. "Is the clock in your room broken again?"

You shake your head. "No, I just didn't look at it and I thought it was much earlier. My apologies."

Your mother waves it away as if it were an insect of some sort. "I was thinking that we could hold the ceremony in that little gazebo you have in your garden. It'd be the perfect place for a small little event." Your mother says. "Of course, you'd have to get rid of the flowers and painting that are on it, but once you do that, it'd be just right."

That grabs your attention, your head shoots up and you have to stop yourself from leashing out. "Mother, I am not quite comfortable with that."

"Why not? It's about time you cleaned that place." That only causes you to clench your fists at your side. "Besides, with all those beautiful flowers you have growing there, it would be very romantic."

"I am aware of that, mother, but I don't believe we have to have the ceremony there. Don't we have any other places it could be held?"

"Of course we do, but that place would be the best place. It could also give the painter an even better background when he is painting you both." Your mother pauses for a moment. "Why do you insist on keeping that place the way it is?"

That catches you off guard. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You can't think of a response to her, so instead, you look down at your feet.

"Great! It's settled then. Y/N, I want you to work on cleaning that place up as soon as you can, and-"

"Wait!" Hyunjin is quick to butt-in. You look up at him to find him moving to stand next to you. Your mother turns towards him as well.

"Yes?"

"Uh, well, here's the thing," he begins as he stands next to you, "my father, the king, has allergies to most flowers, and I don't think anyone would like to hear him sneezing every few seconds during the ceremony." Hyunjin says. "Besides, at my castle, we have this perfect little area that we normally use to host weddings. Right mother?"

Hyunjin's mother nods. "Right, I completely forgot about that. It is true, he does have severe allergies."

She then begins to talk about the area they have at their kingdom. Meanwhile, you reach out and grab Hyunjin's hand and lean down to whisper in his ear, doing so neither your mother or Hyunjin's will see. "Thank you."

Hyunjin squeezes your hand in response, as if saying, 'You're welcome'

"Oh, that's unfortunate. Ah well, maybe it's for the best." The conversation then begins to be about what the preparations are for the wedding.

It was now after dinner, and you were on the balcony on the side of the castle, facing towards the village. The sky was dark and littered with thousands of stars and a large moon. You weren't sure why you had decided to go out there. Maybe because you needed a break from everything inside.

You look down towards the village, seeing some of the people outside on the square exchanging conversations while walking around. Smoke was coming from the chimneys of every home, and the street lights were still lit. Every little bit, you saw a carriage roll down the street towards the stables. All the people down there looked to be enjoying themselves. You envied them. They got to make their own choices, love who they want, and don't have to worry about getting their parents approval on every little thing they do.

It wasn't fair. Why did you parents have to control everything about your life? Why couldn't you live freely? If you had it your way, you and Jeongin would be living in a cabin in the woods. All alone and secluded from everyone and everything. Maybe you'd have a pet of some sorts. You'd go out with him and your pet everyday to hunt, gather wood for your fires, play in the snow during winter, go swimming in a lake during summer, play in the leaves during autumn, and have picnics in spring. You'd do anything you felt like doing. You wouldn't need anything else, just you, him, and maybe a pet.

But that was just a fantasy. Just a part of your imagination. And that's all it'd be.

A hand being placed on your shoulder breaks you from your thoughts. You look behind you to find Hyunjin. "Oh! You scared me."

Hyunjin retracts his hand. "So sorry. I did not mean to." He says, putting his hands together and giving you a bow. "I was walking around the castle and saw you out here, so I decided to join you. Is that alright?"

You nod. "Yes. I wouldn't mind some company."

Hyunjin smiles. You turn back and lean down against the railing. He moves to stand next to you. He reaches out and grips at the railing as he takes in the view in front of him. "What are you doing out here?"

You give a light shrug of your shoulders. "I felt the need to get away from my parents. This place never fails to help."

Hyunjin nods. You two sit in silence for a few moments, until you decide to ask him something that has been in your head since earlier today. "Why did you step in for me when my mother wanted to use my garden?"

Hyunjin turns towards you, even though you had not moved from your spot. "Because my father has allergies."

This time, you turn your head towards him. "You know what I mean."

Hyunjin nods. "I do." He then sighs. "I would be some sort of monster if I were to allow for you to destroy something you care so much for. No matter the reason. That place, I know it means a great deal to you."

You don't break the eye contact you hold with him. "Why would you do that for me? We hardly know each other."

This time, it's his turn to shrug. "Doesn't mean I'm supposed to let someone force you to do something so cruel as to make you destroy one of the things that brings you comfort."

You look down for a moment before turning back towards the village. "Do you think differently of me after finding out that my lover was a man?"

"No."

"Why not?" Hyunjin thinks for a moment. Why didn't he? It was a question he wanted to believe that he didn't know the answer to. But, he did. No matter how much he wanted to think otherwise, he knew the answer.

"Because I am also attracted to men as you are." His voice was in a quiet whisper. You turn your head to look at him, noticing the slight flush of his cheeks. You turn your body towards him soon after.

"How long have you known?" Hyunjin then turns towards you as well. The distance between you two seemed to have gotten smaller, by just a small little bit.

"Not very long."

"Are you ashamed of it?" The distance between you seemed to be only getting smaller slowly.

"No."

"What helped you figure it out?" Both of your voices have began to drop even quieter.

"Learning more about you."

"Learning that there are other people like you?" Both of your voices were just above a whisper now.

"Yes." You raise your hand and place it gently on the side of his face. Hyunjin leans the smallest bit into your touch. You use your other hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear before placing it on the side of his face as well.

"Do you wish to be different?"

He was breathing a bit heavier now as you stare into each others eyes, slowly leaning in. "No. . ."

You and him close your eyes as you lean down to whisper in his ear. "May I kiss you?"

Hyunjin's breath tickled against your neck as he responded. "Please. . ."

It was like a plea. Just a simple breath of air. It's all you needed before you moved and gently pressed your lips against his. He immediately kisses back, a bit unsure on what to do. It was clear he had never kissed anyone before, and you clearly had. But that didn't matter now.

He raises his hands and places them on your waist as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was wonderful. A little awkward, sure, but amazing to the both of you. His lips felt like they matched perfectly with yours, like they were made for each other. Just like Jeongin's used to.

It was a slow, and meaningful kiss. One that would be remembered by the both of you. One that you both wanted to salvage, and continue for however long you could.

You part your lips slightly, and press your tongue out to lightly poke at his lips. He, hesitantly, parts them and allows for you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He isn't sure what to do, and you are able to tell. So, you try your best to show him.

You weren't the most experienced, as you have only been with one other person, but you at least knew enough to help guide him.

Your left hand slowly slides down his back until you reach his lower back as your right hand moves to hold the back of his head. You pull away from his mouth and begin to press light kisses onto the underside of his jaw and lightly trail down his neck. He tilts his head to the side to allow you more room.

"It tickles. . ." Hyunjin whispers out, his breathing heavy. You press a light kiss under his ear.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Please, no." You can't help but let out a light chuckle before going back to pressing the light kisses on his neck. His hands move up to grip your shoulders lightly as your kisses begin to be a bit more open-mouthed.

When you place a bit of a more harsher kiss on a certain spot on his neck, you hear his breath hitch a bit and his grip tighten on your shoulders. Both actions aren't too noticeable unless someone were to pay very close attention. Lucky for you, you were.

However, before you could do anything else, a voice rang out, not to far from you both. "Y/N, Hyunjin, darlings. Where are you?" It was your mother.

You pull away from Hyunjin, much to both of your dismay, and take a step away from him. Both of you turn towards the railing and stare off at the, now very quiet, village. "On the balcony, mother."

It was now your wedding day, and you and your parents were riding your carriage to Hyunjin and his families kingdom. Hyunjin had left the day after you two shared your first kiss. It got boring quick without him.

That was a week ago. But, at least you would be able to see him today. In fact, you'd be seeing him a lot after today. Today was the day you both were getting married, and it was decided by both of your parents that Hyunjin would be moving in with you and your parents. Apparently, at his kingdom, the village people threatened to start an uprising if Hyunjin was to continue living there. With no other choice, they decided to send him with you.

Neither of you were too terribly upset over this, as you both enjoyed your time together; so, it was decided that after the ceremony, you both would take a carriage home together while your parents stayed at his kingdom for a few days to give you both a little sample of what ruling would be like.

The carriage ride to the other kingdom was many hours long, and seemed to only carry on more and more. You had fallen asleep for most of it before being shaken awake by your mother when you were merely minutes away.

When you had arrived at the castle, it was the middle of the day. You were met by a man by the name of Felix, and he guided you to where you were needed to be. Your parents went and sat in the front of the many rows that were already filled with people of different ages. You were then guided to a room that had your outfit awaiting in so you could change and get ready.

It doesn't take you long and by the time you finish, there's someone waiting to bring you to where you need to be. When you arrived at the place, Hyunjin wasn't there yet. When he finally did arrive, you were blown away.

Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful couldn't even begin to describe the way he looked. He wore a black overcoat that had gold swirl designs running along the collar, waistline, and front by the flaps. The undershirt was plain white and was tucked into his black trousers. The overcoat covered his neck as well. His shoes were black boots with gold laces. His hair was down and reached down to his shoulders. His crown resting atop his head, and he seemed to be wearing a small bit of gold eyeshadow?

You had to stop your jaw from dropping when you saw him. He just looked so amazing. He soon arrived in front of you, and you took the opportunity to whisper to him. "You look astonishing."

You don't miss the small blush that grows on his cheeks. "As do you."

The ceremony starts right after, and feels like it goes on for hours. It feels like relief when the priest finally announces; "I pronounce you husband and wi- uh, husband."

You share a quick peck in the lips, knowing that no one there wanted to see anymore than that, and exit the altar.

After that, you Hyunjin got into your carriage and made your way back to your castle. "You look absolutely ravishing, Hyunjin. Words cannot describe how exquisite you appear."

The man next to you smiles and looks down at his lap. You sure were a charmer. You hook your finger under his chin and bring his head up to look at you. "I am only speaking the truth."

He blushes a bit, but never stops smiling. "Thank you."

You smile in response and give his nose a little peck before letting him go and facing forward again.

The rest of the ride is met in silence. Hyunjin rests his head on your shoulder and soon falls asleep. Your head then rests on his and you follow in suite.

The carriage driver informs you when you arrive at home, and you thank him. You awake Hyunjin and help him get out of the carriage. It was dark now, and the castle seemed to glow a bit brighter then normal. You guide Hyunjin through the castle and up to where your room is. That's when you motion for him to go first. "After you."

He doesn't question it and enters into the room. When he does, however, he stops in his tracks. There were rose pedals sprinkled all over the floor, candles lit all over, and the bed seemed to be twice the size with red silk bedsheets and thick, soft comforters covered on top of it. There was also a dark red cheese-cloth curtain around it.

Hyunjin steps into the room further and you follow him, shutting the door behind you. You remove your crown and set it on it's stand before turning back to the awestruck Hyunjin. He turns around and stares at you. "Did you do this?"

You nod. "I uh, I did it before we left and I had my maids light the candles when we arrived." You scratch at the back of your neck out of nerves. "What do you think?"

The man in front of you continues to look around the room for a second before looking back at you. "You did this for me?"

You nod again. "I wasn't sure if you would like it or not."

He makes a small scoff noise. "Like it? Y/N, this is. . . amazing. I can't believe you would do something like this."

You smile a bit as Hyunjin continues to look around the room in astonishment. After a few more moments of him looking around, you begin to walk towards him. When you arrive in front of him, you hook your finger under his chin and turn his head towards you. You stare into his eyes for a few moments before leaning down and pressing your lips against his. He quickly kisses back.

This kiss was slow, and you both could tell that it held something different, this time. Both of you knew what it was. Before the kiss could get too drawn out, you pulled away and moved down to begin placing the same light kisses on his neck that you did the time before. You find the spot where you got the reaction out of him last time, and focus your attention on said spot. Only this time, you started to gently suck on the spot.

Hyunjin tilts his head as his hands move to grip at your waist. You gently drag your teeth over the area before slightly nibbling on the skin—not enough to hurt or cause any discomfort. This causes him to tighten his grip on your waist and let out a quiet whimper. "That- feels really good."

You move your hands to begin to gently run down the sides of his body and rest at his lower waist. You pull away from his neck to look him in the eye. He looks up at you, a bit of confusion written on his face. "I need to know if you want to continue this. I won't do anything you do not want me to do. If you want to stop, let me know at any time, and I will stop."

Hyunjin nods his head, understanding what you meant. "I've. . . never been with anyone before." He gulps. "In. . . anyway. I don't know what to do."

You nod. "I can show you. . . but I need to know that you want me to. Do not feel that you need to just because I want to. Okay?" Hyunjin nods again. "Do you want to continue?"

He thinks for a moment. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he can trust you. And so, he looks back up at you. "Yes. . ."

You smile at him before leaning in and connecting your lips with his. Your hands then move down and slowly push off his overcoat. The coat pools to the ground as your hands begin to unbutton his undershirt.

Hyunjin's hands move you push off your overcoat, a bit hesitant and unsure. Once you finish unbuttoning his shirt, you pull it out from where it was tucked into his trousers and push it off his arms. Your hands then move to run down his back lightly, causing him to tense up. You pull away to look him in the eye. "Everything alright?"

He looks down at the ground. It was only then that you look down at his torso and notice that he had a few scars littered on his chest, and probably more on his back. Most of them were faded, probably a few years old, but some looked to be a slight pink-ish colour, like they were recent. You run your hand down the front of his chest, the action being a soft and slow motion. "Your body causes you shame." Hyunjin nods very slightly. "You do not need to feel that way. A few marks do not make you weak, nor does it make you any less beautiful. Beauty is in the soul, not on the body."

You place your hand on the side of his face, gently lifting it so he looks you in the eye. "Remember that."

He nods, looking up into your eyes. "Thank you."

You give him a light kiss on his lips before pulling away and locking eyes with him again. You then push off your shirt to reveal your torso to him. "You have no need to feel shame. Everyone has their own scars—whether they are visible to the world or not." You move your hand to run along one of the scars that rests on your stomach. "Scars is what makes us human."

Hyunjin looks up at you with curiosity and admiration in his eyes. You seemed so wise to him, it was odd, but it somehow comforted him. You weren't going to judge him for the way his body is. In fact, you weren't going to judge him for really anything.

He leans into the hand you have resting on his face, giving you a soft smile. He raises his hand and places it on the back of the one on his face. You give him a small grin in response before leaning down and connecting your lips with his again.

Your hands move down to slide down his back, lightly dragging your fingernails along and causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. His hands move down and rest on your lower waist.

When your hands reach his lower back, your move to the front and your fingers move to slowly begin to undo his trousers. Once they are undone, you push them down below his hip and he pushes them off the rest of the way. He kicks them to the side and moves his hands to rest on your shoulders. You then hook your fingers into the waistband of his undergarments and lightly push them off his waist so they pool on the floor. You wrap your hand around his cock, giving a gentle stroke and causing Hyunjin to pull away, keeping his eyes closed, and tightening his grip on your shoulders. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes. . ." He is quick to respond, his head slowly falling back as you give another stroke. A quiet and breathy groan falls from his lips. You give one more stroke before pulling away. He looks back at you, breath heavy.

"Lay down on the bed." You say. "Make yourself as comfortable as you can."

He does as you say, moving to go and lay on his back, his legs folded up so his knees are in the air while his feet rest on the bed. He closes his eyes as he hears you begin working on removing the bottom part of your clothing. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He was terrified. Is this going to hurt? How is this supposed to work? He knew how men and women had intercourse, but. . . how do two men do it? He was about to find out.

Hyunjin feels the bed shift ad you climbed onto the bed. He opens his eyes to look up at you as you hover over him now. He gulps a bit, letting out a breath. "How will this work?"

"It's. . . difficult to explain. It will seem odd, and it will be uncomfortable at the beginning, but it won't hurt. I know you're scared, but you don't need to be. I will take care of you, and remember; if you ever want to stop, tell me and I will. Tell me to slow down, and I will." He nods. "Do you trust me?"

It was a question he had to think about. You were the most kindest person Hyunjin had ever met in his life, and you had only proven yourself to be trustworthy. There really was no reason to not trust you. Besides, all he needed to say is 'stop' or 'slow down' and you would. So, he looks up at you and gives you a nod.

You lean down and press a kiss onto his lips. You then begin to push yourself into him, going as slowly as you can. Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut and begins to tense up at the feeling. You reach up to where one of his hands rests and interlock your fingers with his. "Relax. It'll feel much better if you relax. Squeeze my hand as hard as you want to help."

He nods, trying his best to relax. He squeezes your hand tightly as you finally bottom out. It was severely uncomfortable, but it was slowly getting better, until eventually, it started to feel a bit good. "You can move. Go slowly, please."

You nod, leaning down and beginning to trail kisses from his neck as you slowly move to pull yourself almost all the way out before pushing yourself back in. Hyunjin lets out a quiet groan, like it's a breath of air. "It-It feels so good. . ."

You hum in response as you trail your kisses down from his neck, and onto his chest. When your lips wrap around his nipple and you flick your tongue over it, he sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back. This was the best feeling Hyunjin has ever experienced. He has touched himself before, but this was nothing close to the feeling of that. "Faster. . . please. . ."

You speed up just a small bit, enough to please him. You gently rake your teeth over his nipple, causing him to arch his back and let out a small moan. Your free hand moves up to flick over his other nipple, making sure to give attention to both. This causes him to let out a quiet whine.

It was a wonder how you knew so much after being with only one other person. It seemed like you had some sort of magic ability. Whatever it was, Hyunjin was incredibly grateful. You made him feel the best he's ever felt before, both emotionally and physically. He never thought he would ever be able to feel as good as he does now, and he doesn't want it to change in the slightest bit. But it was only about to get better.

He felt as if there was a heavy stone in his lower stomach. Or like some sort of knot that only got tighter with each thrust of your hips and every flick of your fingers and tongue. What was this? Why did it feel this way? He did not know, but he enjoyed it so much to complain. With a few more flicks and thrusts, he feels like the knot break and a wave of pleasure comes over him. He clenches around you, causing for you to gain a wave of pleasure as well. Hyunjin lets out a long string of whines as the pleasure causes for his mind to go fuzzy.

His thighs tense and untense as he feels his cock spill out onto his stomach. He tries to close his legs, only to be held open by your body. His breath becomes ragged as his high slowly fades, as does yours.

You stay in the position you were in as you both try to catch your breath. Hyunjin whispers something quietly. "Thank you."

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Imagine Celebrating Iceman’s Top Gun Achievement

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky X FemReader

Warnings: A little bit of angst but mostly fluff

Rating: G

Words: 753

(A/N:) I went to go see Top Gun Maverick again for the 4th time (I have an obsession and I’m going down the rabbit hole). So buckle in for more Top Gun Imagines. I got several more for Rooster (cause he’s such a babe) and some for Hangman as well planned. So keep an eye out for those and enjoy my Top Gun madness! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Today was the day that Iceman was going to find out who was going to graduate first in Top Gun. While you both were excited about finally knowing, there was a shadow hovering over the ordeal as the group of aviators were still dealing with the death of Goose. While Iceman and Maverick had butted heads and still did Ice wouldn’t wish a partner’s death on anybody. And while Goose was kind of the class clown, everyone liked him. The pilots all were thinking about his widow and the kid he left behind. The accident hadn’t been anyone’s fault just a freak accident but it still struck everyone. Despite the tragedy the show must go on. Now as you waited patiently for Ice’s return you were getting the jitters. Surely it wouldn’t be too much longer and he would be home.

 You had a cake ready and everything set out, now if the man of the hour would just make his presence known. Truthfully you had two cakes ordered last week one for the occasion he graduated and one if he came up just short. You were just about ready to give up and put the food away when the front door finally opened. You could tell immediately that Ice was exhausted, he had been on edge ever since he had gotten the call that he was accepted into Top Gun. Yes he was completely sure of his skills and he knew that he was a pilot amongst the best pilots, that still didn’t help his jitters. He was really good at hiding said jitters, nobody got to see that side except you. You helped him with all his gear trying to be patient for when he was ready to spill the beans.

“Sooooo,” you started no longer able to wait.

Ice looked at you his expression blank. Your smile faded, he wasn’t first. He had wanted that top spot so bad and he was beaten. You were just about to console him when his façade broke and started laughing.

“I did it,” he hooped and hollered before picking you up and swinging you around. You laughed with him holding onto him tightly.

“I knew you could do it babe,” you kissed him deeply. You thought about the second cake and decided to give it to the next door neighbors with kids. The mood instantly sobered when you both thought of the same person at the same time.

“How is Maverick,” you winced. Despite the rocky start and two hotshots butting heads at first you could tell that Ice had gained a new found respect for his fellow pilot.

“He’s okay,” Ice sighed setting you back down. “I honestly don’t think he’s ever going to be able to get past the fact that Goose is gone. He’s kinda lost his fire right now. I think he’s just wanting to focus on taking care of Carole and Bradley. I mean Goose’s son is so young.”

“I know,” you agreed agony tearing through your chest, to think about losing the man you loved the most like Carole did. You couldn’t imagine what she was dealing with, plus having a little boy to raise as well.

“It will just take some time,” Ice embraced you again, this time to comfort you. You snuggled deep into his chest. You wanted this to be a happy celebration for him and his achievement but it was hard to be happy when friends were suffering on their own.

“I think I’ll make a few meals and gather some necessities and take them to Maverick for him and Carole. Kinda help them out a little,” you finally spoke after a minute. Ice nodded in agreement while you lead him to the dining room.

“You are the best,” he smiled warmly at you his thumb rubbing the back of your wrists.

“I know,” you winked. “Now, no more sad stuff this is a celebration. Congratulations babe!”

You had a spread of all Ice’s favorite foods and of course the celebratory cake for later. You both spent the rest of the evening swapping stories about your days, but you mostly wanted to hear all that Ice had done and hearing about his pilot exploits were always the best. Despite the worry about him never returning one day to you, you couldn’t help but be proud to be the wife to the best of the best. Ice kissed you softly thanking you for everything before you both went to bed happy to be together once again.