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Dude I can't Luka's expressions in wiege fuck me up so bad all the parallels between Luka now and himself as a child get me so fucking bad like:
The wiege MV (for the mostpart) is about going back to the beginning. It's about the in-betweens we didn't get to see. It's about the journey and it's about all the small moments that built all the characters (most importantly Hyuba and, imo, Mizi) up into what they came to be. For better or for worse, Hyuna and Mizi both grew up so far from what they used to be, went through the whole spectrum of experiences that humans in their position could possibly have, and its shown by the wide range of scenes/experiences/flashbacks they have just how much they've lived.
Meanwhile Luka, who is, objectively, on top of everything, far above what Hyuna, Mizi, and everyone else could've been or ever was, is by far the most stagnant as a person. Where we see Hyuna and Mizi go through all the motions of loving and losing and loving again (and losing again), Luka has always been stuck on Hyuna, and the second he sees her everything he's built up to is all thrown to the wind without a second thought, without any fanfare, because nothing for him as changed.
Internally, Luka's still sitting against that tree in the garden and watching someone else grab his hand, Luka's still watching Hyuna count with his fingers and making him laugh for the first time ever, still clinging to her arm, still crossing the grass field to reach her.
Even years later, even as an adult, he's still looking at her like she's his salvation. When he sees her again on the stage he looks at her like he's just found his way back home after far too many years away from it, and when that gun is pointed at his head to stop him he looks at it like he's wondering why he's not allowed back inside.
And then when he looks at Hyuna more and remembers the moments with her that he's been clinging onto more he forgets about it entirely. And then you know what happens from there. I'm sickkkk
The fact that a lullaby. A Fucking Lullaby, and presumably a song that most if not all kids of Anakt know and learned when they were still young (see: that scene of the main 4 singing it) was the song choice for this video. The fact that seeing Hyuna, just seeing her again like that is what brings that lullaby back, a melody from the beginning of it all that should be so far beneath Luka by now, but isn't. I can't bro.
Luka, live with love. Or whatever. Augh I don't even know
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A/N: I'm back, yeah I know. I've been out for a few months or years idk. I wanted to write this, cuz I love dad!kento, also this been in my mind rent-free, and just hell yeah. Also happy Valentine's Day, and sorry for the late submission, but this was part of my Valentine's book/smutbook on Wattpadd/a03 so just a cross-post.
WARNING: p in the v, oral sex, cursing, no condom we fuck raw, cunnilingus, not proofread lmao...
PAIRING: nanami kento x reader
WORD COUNTER: 3135
Every morning, it was the same routine just like before, children laughing at the scent of heavily waxed crayons and baby wipes in the air, and the occasional wail from reluctant toddlers and kids. You have gotten so used to the chaos of kids, the rush of parents dropping their kids off before heading off to work,
"Look Miss. L/Nâdo you like the picture I drew!"Â you turned your head to see one of the toddlers, standing right beside you showing a picture they drew. You smiled, patting their head,Â
"This looks so good, I'll make sure to hang this on the bulletin board," you said, crouching down to take hold of the drawing, the toddler smiled, as they ran back to the other kids exclaiming about how her drawing got to the bulletin board.
Yeah, it was the usual for you, working at the daycare. You readjusted your pastel yellow colored apron, and your hair in a ponytail so it doesn't get in your face, it takes a bunch of energy to take care of these kids filled with energy all day, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sound of yelling kids, you turned to seeÂ
Him.
Yuuji's dad
The moment he walked it, it made your heart beat faster, feeling your cheeks heating up. You were in a quiet panic, you tell yourself it's just another parent, and just another kid checkâall a part of your routine, you breathed. Usually, he always on-time, greeting you with a smileâlike he was happy to see you. Maybe it's the way he take an extra moment to ask about Yuji's dad, that made you feel some type of wayâor the way his deep voice makes your stomach flutter just a little too much.
But today, he was running late. He was a little disheveled, his green, polka-dot tie was loosened, and his blonde hair tousled like his finger was through it a little too many times. He's holding Yuji's tiny backpack in his right as his other freehand is holding onto his hand, the little boy skipping alongside him.
"Mr. Nanami" you called out, a smile on your face,
"Sorry for the rush," he says, his voice a little breathless as he steps up to you, "Mornings are always something different with him.." he gestures to Yuuji who was practically waiting to be free to run around.
You let out a little laugh, crouching down to Yuuji, whose attention was on you, "Did you give your dad some trouble?" you asked, teasing him.
You watched as Yuuji shook his head furiously, laughing a little bit.
"No! I just made him chase me around" he confessed, with a cheeky smile on his lips. You looked at Nanami, who just sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and making you blush.
"He's not wrong" he admits, "he has speedâthink I got to start training if I want to keep up with him"
You bit your lip, trying to suppress another smile, "Oh!âI'll take this" You took hold of Yuuji's backpack, and you felt Nanami's finger brushing against yoursâthe sensation of skin against skin made you freeze for a moment, it just send a sudden spark thorough you.Â
The warmth of his hand is gone, as quick as it came as you had Yuuji's backpack in hand, your gaze flickered to him but he was looking directly at you. It wasn't a casual glance, not an accidental meeting of eyesâwhat were you even talking about,Â
You cleared your throat, focusing back on Yuuji, "Alright, Yuji! You ready for a fun day" You smiled at him, and the pink-haired kid nodded enthusiastically,Â
You stood up, as Nanami let out a small sigh, and ruffled Yuuji's hair, "Be good today, okay?" He patted Yuuji,
"I will, papa!"Â
You watched as Yuuji started running into the play area, "You're really great with him, you know" You turned your attention to Nanami, his voice was softer but still deep. You fl your cheek heating up, as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "He's a great kid" you smiled.
He exhaled, for a small chuckle, "Yeah...he isâbut I appreciate you looking out for him" he said, you nodded with a smile, turning a glance at Yuuji already playing with the other kids,Â
"It's no problem," you said, "it's actually my pleasure to have him with me"
He nods, taking a step backward, his attention now on his watch that was on his wrist, "ShootâI have to go, I'll be a little late, picking Yuuji up"
"Okay!" you nodded, as you watched him leave out of the door, you tried to shake off the warmth that was still lingering from that one moment of fleeting touch, you started walking to the cubby as you put Yuuji's backpack in his cubby,Â
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For the rest of the morning, you tried to shake off the lingering feeling from that brief touch, it clung onto you like so stubborn thought,âyou couldn't let go of it. You were focused on your taskâhelping the kids with the art projects, cleaning up the paint spills, and singing songs during circle time. Suddenly, you felt Yuuji tugging at your sleeve, making you turn to him.Â
"Miss L/N," he asked, tilting his head, you blinked down at him, "Yeah, Yuuji"
He grins after getting your attention, "My papa, thinks you're really nice.
You felt your stomach flipping, your breath hitched as you processed his words, before letting out a small laugh, a nervous one. "Oh? And how do you know that?" you asked, cocking your eyebrows.
"Cause he say so" Yuuji shrugs, completely unaware of the way his words send your heart into overdrive, "âAnd-and, one time, he said, 'Miss L/N, is really good with you, and I said yeah! And he smiled really big"Â
Your breath caught slightly, "Well, I think your papa is really nice too"Â you confessed, patting his head, you watched as he beamed, satisfied with your answer before he ran off again to join his friends at the craft table. Meanwhile, you were just crouching down gripping the stack of construction paper, realizing what JUST HAPPEN.
He talks about you...
You knew him to be polite, and kindâand always took an interest in his son's care, but the fact he brought you up in the conversation made your heart pang, even with the passing remark, made something warm bloom up in your chest.
As the day dragged on, parents started trickling into the daycare for pickup. Your eyes darted to the door as you helped give the parents their kid's backpack, you won't lie that you were waiting for him to show up, but it was going too late
And then, he walks in.
This time he wasn't rushed, his tie was still loosened even more, and you were able to see a little bit of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms that you definitely shouldn't be looking atâbut everything about made your ovaries go crazy.
He had a small, tired small on his face as he spots you with Yuuji, sitting on one of the colorful tables coloring.
You stood up, walking towards Nanami,Â
"Hey," he says, his warm, deep voice made you even smile more.
"Hi," you reply, and you curse yourself for how breathless you were, then Yuuji runs straight to his father, hugging him tightly, "Papa!"
"Hey, buddy" Nanami chuckles, ruffling his hair, "Did you have a good day today?" he asked,
Yuuji nods excitedly, "Uh-huh! We painted and played outside, and Miss L/N made us animal-shaped snacks"
"Animal-shaped snacks, huh" Nanami looked up at you, and you shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "What can I say, the kids love it," you said, laughingâa deep, rich..genuine sound that made your knees weak. "That's impressive, I could barely cut yuuji's sandwiches into triangles without messing it up"
"Well,âif you ever need tips on some snack artistry, I'm your girl," you said, before you even fully processed your words, you were clearly flirting with him, but your words were already out, you watched him as he smirked.
"I'll keep that in mind"
Some silence came after, but it was all as long as it came. It was replaced by the familiar rush of parents coming in to get their kids. You stepped back, offering a small smile, "Well, you heard from him, Yuuji had a great day. I'll see you both tomorrow" You pointed at them, with a smile.
Nanami hesitates for a moment, "Yeah..tomorrow" but before he turns to leave, he pauses for a moment like he wants to say something else. He glances down at yuuji, who's busy putting on his backpack, then back at you,Â
"By the way..I was wondering...do youâ"Â
"PAPA, CAN WE GET ICE CREAM..PLEASE!!" Yuuji suddenly yells, catching you off-guard, and interrupting whatever is about to be said. You laughed as Nanami let out an exaggerated sigh, ruffling his hair, "Sure"
You watched as Yuuji tugged his dad's hand, as you stood there, âwait what was he going to say to you? Nanami glances back at you, his lips twitching before sighing dramatically, "Guess we lost this round" he says, looking at Yuuji, "but maybe next time"
Your breath hitches before you can respond, and he just winks at you, leaving you speechless, breathless,âoh my gosh, you were just grinning like a idiot.
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The next morning, you were typing the back of your apron, as you tell yourself not to get your hopes up again, maybe last night was just a playful teasing, nothing seriousâjust friendly chit-chat.
But the way he hesitated before leaving, the way he said, 'maybe next time', the way he winkedâit all replays in your head as you prep the daycare, wiping down the table with wipes. You shook your head, trying to push away your thoughtsâyou were at work, just another day, nothing special.
With the sound of the door opening, you turned your head to see Nanami walking into the daycare.
He wasn't wearing his usual collar shirt with a tie, instead, he was wearing a light brown sweater, and his hair was slightly messier. Yuuji was bouncing excitedly beside him, but Nanami's eyes were still on you,
"Morning," he says, his voice was smoother than usual.
"Good morning" you reply, forcing yourself to sound normal, even though your heart was still racing, yuuji let go of his dad's hand, and started to run to the toy corner, leaving you too alone. Nanami exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, "So...about yesterday"
'yesterday?"
Your stomach flips, "What about it?"
He chuckles slightly, shifting on his feet. "I was actually trying to ask you something before someoneâ" he shoots a playful glare at Noah, who was completely entrance as he played with one of the toy dinosaurs in his hand.
You arch your brows, crossing your arms in mock suspicion, "What were you going to ask" you tilted your head, and he paused, as he thought for a moment, "You're really gonna make me say it, huh?"
You eyes widen for a moment, biting your lip, waitâ
"I don't know what you mean"
He laughs softly, shaking his head, "I was going to ask...if you like to get dinner with me"
Dinner with Nanami, you felt your heart-stopping.
"Dinner?" your voice almost cracking,Â
"Yeah" he says, clearing his throat,
"Like a date?" you asked, his lips curved into a dangerous smirkâthe one that makes your knees feel weak, "Yeah, a date."
"Oh..wow, Iâuh, wasn't expecting that"Â
"Really" he arches a brow, "I expected that Yuuji isn't good at keeping my secrets" You glanced over at Yuuji, who was playing with the dinosaurs, and you shook your head with a grin. "I don't know...I think he's been pretty discreet" You smiled.
Nanami laughs, then exhales softly, "So..what would you say?"
"Yeah, of course" you smiled, feeling your face heating up. His shoulder relaxes, "Greatâhow about Friday?"
"Friday is perfect"Â
"Good" he glances at yuuji then back at you, "I should goâbefore he accidentally sets something on fire"
"Good idea" you laugh.
"I'll text you"
"Y-yeah" you nodded, as you waved him 'goodbye'.
...
You were staring at your closet, as your clothes were scattered all over your bed, the door wide open, revealing an overwhelming selection, but everything was notâquite right. Too casual, too formal, too boring, too much. You groaned in frustration, running a hand through your hair, as you pulled up another dress, holding it against yourself in the mirror,
it was an off-shoulder black dress, it was cute, simple, and flattering.Â
You looked back at your phone, checking the time, thirty more minutes,
You felt your stomach doing nervous flips, as you became anxious about the date, you didn't know how Nanami had been having a crush on you for the whole time,â the man who somehow makes dropping his kids off at daycare look effortlessly attractive, making your ovaries practically screamingâis the one that asked you out on a date.Â
You slip on the press, smoothing the fabric down, as you step into a pair of heels, looking in the mirror. The dress looked good on you, snagging the right parts of your curves. The sound of your phone notifications, you reached for your phone, he was almost here, and your heart was beating against your chest.
...
You walked out of your apartment, to hear the sound of a car pulling up outside making your heart stutter. You peek out the window, and sure enough, he was there. His carâsleek, understate,d and classy, just like him. He steps out, adjusting his tie, and scanning the street before looking at you,
"You look beautiful" he murmurs, a slow warmth spread through your chest as he compliments you. "Thank you" trying to keep your voice light despite your pulse practically racing now,Â
You watched as he opened the door for you, the gesture smooth effortless, like second nature. You slide in, as he rounds the car to get himself inside, allowing you to have a moment to breathe, you look in the sideview mirror, giving yourself another look before he gets in.
You were going to have him for the whole nightâand you were so ready.
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The restaurant was elegant, but not too flashyârefined, intimate, the king of place that perfectly suit Nanami perfectly. The soft lighting casts a golden hue over the room, the quiet hum of jazz playing in your background.
It was clear that Nanami made a reservation for this restaurant, everything about him was precise, intentional, and well thought-out. He pulled out a chair before he took a seat at his own chair,
"Is everything alright?" he asked, like a gentleman
You nodded, smiling
"It's perfect"
The waiter hands you both menus, you don't glance at them though, not when Nanami was watching you like thatâcalm, observant, his gaze steady and searching.
"I have to admit" he began talking after a moment, setting his menu down, "This surprise you said yes"
You blinked for a moment, tilting your head slightly, "And why's that?"
Nanami exhales, rolling his sleeves up just a little, revealing his stronger foreman that you couldn't stop staring at, his finger tapping idly against the table. "You..." you pause, considering your words,Â
"You're warm, bright. You make things lighter just by being there"
The compliment is unexpected, a raw in a way you don't often hear from him.
"And I assumed someone like you..would already have a boyfriend..or something"
Your lips parted, his comment catching you off-guard, by the weight of his words, "Well, Â you murmur, "I suppose you're lucky I don't" you teased,
Nanami's lips twitched slightlyânot quite into a smirk, but something else.
...
But you wouldn't have expected to be here, your dress pulled up as you were bent over for Nanami, feeling his cock being stuffed into you, as you moaned. You half-lidded eyes, as he roamed your body, his rough hands on your waist.
'pap!, pap!, pap!'
the sound of your wet cunt being plunged by Nanami's cock, echoed through the hotel roomâit was too much, gosh.
Your clothes or whatever was left of your dress was on the floor, including his, the smell of sex lingering in the air,Â
"Hngh.." you moaned, as his hips kept on rolling into you, feeling his cock hitting your cervix, making your eyes roll back. His hips slamming into your ass, with each powerful thrust. You felt yourself clenching down, tightening around his cock.
"Fuck" Nanami curses,Â
He leaned down near your ears, his hand roughly grabbing onto your face, "You want me to fuck you harder, don't you" his voice was a low growl, "Want me to shove my cock into your tightâlittle pussy" you nodded frantic, you just wanted release. His cock just filled you up, feeling a bulge imprinted on your stomach, as he fucked you.
"Y-yes" you whimpered, your body trembling with need. You felt his grip pulling you near him, as you felt his washing board abs on your back.
You didn't know how many orgasms you were through, but your pussy was spent, battered, and bruised from his veiny cock.
 His rough hands cupped your breast, squeezing it gently, making you gasp. Your body arching towards him, as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, your pupils were dilated,
You heard his low chuckle, as "You like that, do you?" his dirty talking making you more arousal, as you clenched down on him, "S-shit" he groaned,Â
His hips rutting against your ass,Â
He leaned down, his mouth clamped down on your nipple, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, and you mewled out. Your body bucking against his body, you felt your body trembling, you were so close,Â
"You'll be such a good mommy for yuuji, huh," he said, his hot breath was against your ear, making you mewl, his cock was still fucking into your poor cunt. "Get you pregnant with my kid, and have you at home instead of the daycare"Â he groans into your ear,Â
You felt your orgasm building, the intensity growing with each passing moment. You moaned loudly, Nanami kept on thrusting into you. His hard cock hits your cervix again, sending shockwaves through your body. He leaned into you for a rough kiss, as felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, moaning against him.
You withdrew, coming up for air, feeling his finger rubbing onto your clit, harshly rubbing on your nub, you felt light-headed from his touches, as you whimpered against his touch,
"Fuckâyou feel s' good" he growled, his hips moving faster as he jackhammered you. His rough hands guided you up and down your cock,
"Ken m'so closeâ"
 you felt the coil in your stomach bursting, as you came down on his cock, clenching down tightly. Crying out in ecstasy, your body trembling from your orgasm, it was intense, feeling the pulse of pleasure radiating through your body.
You were riding out your high, as Nanami groaned in your ear, his cock pushing deep inside of you, filling you up. You felt his hot, gooey cum spurting into your womb, filling you with his hot seed.Â
"Haaa..." your eyes practically rolling back as you felt cunt being stuffed, with his cum
"Your so good f' me..baby" he whispered in your ear,Â
 so good...
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i feel like luke would want to get married young⊠like he would probably be with his high school sweetheart and just jump for the gun at 21 bc like? theyâve already been together for so long??
idk..
That's v interesting nonnie! I feel he'd tie the knot at roughly youngest 25-ish with someone he met in university, only bc 21 is so so young and there's factors such as cohabitation too. He's only just started his pro career and your 20s is a lot about navigating the world. He may propose at 21, mind you, if he's 100% certain.
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You're lying on the sofa watching a movie when he drops the words. He's leaning back into the cushions while youâre lying on his chest, playing with the toggle of his hoodie mindlessly as his hands soothe over back and under your t-shirt.
"Do you ever think about getting married?" he asks out of the blue, clearly his minds been dwelling on something for days.
You pause, your heart beating just that little bit harder yet anxiety twists in your stomach, "I mean, yeah. One day."
"Cool," you feel him nod, his arms winding around your waist and holding you tighter, "does it scare you?"
You prop yourself onto your forearms, catching a glimpse of the look in his eye. It's apprehension. He's chewing his lip slightly as if he has something desperate on his mind, but the thought itself terrifies him. In the three or four years of knowing Luke, spending a lot of time with him, you've picked up his tells.
"Lu, what is this about? You're scaring me."
"Oh fuck, no." His hands slide to your hips, his eyes steadying on yours, "Y/n...well...um...shit, I love you with my whole heart, and you know that. It's just, uh, I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about, you know...marrying you...as soon as possible."
A deep, shaky exhale leaves your nose, "Oh, Lu...you're so sweet bu-"
"-Wait. I think about it all the time and there isn't anyone I would rather be with for the rest of my life. You've been there from the start and you're still here now, you put up with the schedules and you're everything I've ever dreamed of. I don't have a ring, but would you, at least, consider marrying me?" he manages to fumble out, fingers digging into the fabric of your t-shirt.
In times like this, you really suck at finding the words. You're twenty-one, what are you supposed to say? Your lips part but nothing leaves them, and it worries Luke. He thinks he's screwed up, driven you away, said something he'll regret for the rest of his life because he couldn't just think it through more.
"One day." You smile, cupping his cheek and caressing your thumb over his cheekbone. "Yes, one day, I will marry you. But you better have a more thought through speech than that, mister. And for now, let's take it one step at a time, m'kay?"
" One step at a time." he nods, grinning from ear to ear with a glimmer in his eyes. His chest feels fuzzy, and he has this skittish, electric feeling running through him that makes him was to run laps around his apartment. "And yeah, next time, I'll propose better than that and have ring, I'm working on it."
Somehow, you're not surprised he's already putting that together. You only giggle at him, lying back down on his chest and listening to his heart pound in his chest, his arms wrap tightly around your again and one day, you'll be Mrs. Hughes.
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âsummary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; thatâs how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. heâs a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailingâ until it wasnât. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you closeâ his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.
âpairing:Â asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader
âgenre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut
âword count:Â 7k
âchapter content/warnings: cussing, we catch a lil moment with belle đ, crying .. lots of crying, just lots of hurt and heartache, more misunderstandings, we see a bit of parents from both sides - esp san's dynamic with his father, flashback scene with smut: oral (f. receiving), đ€ , praises, lots of sweet kisses and tender moments, some nipple play, soft and slow smut!!
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âa/n: fic announcement soon!
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If the texts yesterday afternoon weren't nerve-wracking enough, it was the downtime in between the texts and seeing San that had you ready to curl up in a ball out of anxiety; fetal position, rocking back and forth as an attempt to rid the feeling. San hadn't texted much after deciding the two of you should talk the following day, and you never questioned why he couldn't just see you the same night he had told you he needed to talk.Â
you:Â đ you didn't even look my way when you walked back into the office and i haven't heard from you all day.
you:Â i hate how all my papers and presentations are due this week. plus ppl have been weird, idk. i just wanna cuddle đ
san:Â i'm sorry. it's just been a day.
you:Â that's never stopped you before... âčïž what's wrong, san?
san:Â we should talk, baby.
you:Â oh.. okay. so let's talk tonight? i just need to finish up a few things, and i'm halfway done on most of my papers and presentations. i think they can wait a bit.
san:Â no, you should finish up. i've got a ton of things to catch up on so tonight won't work. can we do this tomorrow? i'll come pick you up once we're both done in the lab.
you:Â are you sure?
san:Â mhm. i'm sorry again, it really just has been kinda all over the place today.
you:Â it's fine, san. as long as you can promise me we're okay?
san:Â we will be. i'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? try to take breaks and rest well.
You accepted it, even if it felt excruciating and painfully long.
These things never turn out well, and you knew your case wasn't gonna be an exception. You were afraid for it, you were nervous and you were wondering what San might do to try and lessen the blow of whatever was coming.
He wouldn't hurt you, right?
He meant it when he said you two would be okay, right?
Even if he tried to be as reassuring, everything about it felt off and cryptic. None of it felt like sunshine and rainbows, none of it felt like the San you felt in love with. None of it felt like the giddy excitement, the comfort, the safety you had come to know and love.Â
You hated automatically assuming the worse, but nothing was preventing you from doing soâ not even San.
Today was actually pretty uneventful, nonetheless. Despite the wait and silence from San, you felt like you managed to get by in one piece. It still felt like everyone was looking at you; like they had all known your deepest, darkest secrets. Like they had been following your every move, especially while you were with San. It still felt awful, but you had learned how to push aside because people could talk and assumeâ but they would never know the true story.
And who knows? Even if you tried to explain yourself, they wouldn't get it.
You didn't really owe that explanation to anyone, you think.
The only other weird part about your day was when you had tried to help Belle earlier since you had some downtime and she brushed you off completely. She had been avoiding you, and it was pretty obvious she was letting the talk get to her head. She didn't maintain eye contact with you, she didn't acknowledge you, and she didn't talk to you the way that she used to.
âFLASHBACK
You walk into the lab, passing by a few of your labmates with a tiny, toothless smile etched on your lips. There was no Sunwoo around, but there was Belle; yet, she still hadn't turned to acknowledge your presence. You had gotten through your to-do list for Sunwoo's project, leaving you with extra time to spare today. You hadn't been able to dedicate a lot of your support to Belle lately due to all those technical issues you needed to troubleshoot for your project with Sunwoo, and you figured this would be a good time to make up for it.
Unless she had other plans.
"Hey Belle!" You come to her desk, pulling the courage from deep down within you to approach her first. She looks up at you, a brow cocked up before returning her attention to her laptop. "I have some time to helpâ"
"No thanks, I'm good." She doesn't look at you. "Just so you know, I don't really need extra help anymore. I've got everything figured out already."
"Oh, okay." You step away from her desk, fiddling with your fingers while you stand there looking dumb. "Are you sure?" She pauses her typing before finally looking back up at you with her brows knit tightly together.Â
"I just said it, didn't I?"
"I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure since I had the time and I haven't been able to help you out as much cause of Sunwoo's project."
"Why don't you go and use your extra time with Professor Choi since you've been doing that anyway?" She gives you a look that settles in the pit of your stomach. You don't say anything to her, even as she shuts her laptop close and standsâ brushing past you to get to one of the behavior rooms. You feel a bit hurt, and your other labmates aren't even paying attention to the whole thing; or, maybe they are, and they just don't wanna say anything to dig deeper into the wound.Â
So, you turn on your heel with your head down, returning to your desk to continue your data analysis in silence.
âEND
You try to tell yourself that it doesn't really matterâ that you didn't need anyone's reassurance or validation. It hurt despite not being super close to Belle, but you knew she thought of you in a different light now and that wasn't really fair. You could see how it'd look problematic on the surface, but you thought she knew you better than that.
Guess it's also your fault for assuming.
When it's time for San to pick you up at your usual pick-up spot, you grab your keys and head outâ still not having changed out of your outfit for the day. You try to take slow steps to not seem too eager, but you can't help it when you see San parked in his usual spot. This time though, he isn't watching for you in the rear view mirror.Â
"Hey." You swing the door open and slide in. San gives you a small smile, followed by a:
"Hey." He watches as you dip forward to kiss him on the lips like you always do, and he surprisingly takes it. You were getting ready for the rejection or some kind of pull back; but, to San's own knowledge, he did it because he knew it'd be the last time he could savor it.
"You okay? Were you able to finish everything you needed to?"
"Uh, yeah. Think so." He says with a subtle chuckle before driving off.Â
"Are we going to your house?"
"Thought we could sit at the view and talk, if that's okay with you?" You slowly nod, keeping your eyes trained on San as he drives.
"Okay. You're scaring me, Sannie." He shakes his head.Â
"Please don't be."
"Then why couldn't we just talk about this like normal at your place?"
"Y/N, you trust me, right?" He quickly looks at you as he comes across a red light. You silently nod, just in time for him to drive off and continue onto the destination. "Okay, so trust me." He's still being so cryptic and distant that you don't even know how to respond. You quietly sit back in your chair and watch the surroundings pass you by, trying to settle the queasiness you feel building in your stomach.
These things never go well, and your case doesn't seem to be a one-off.
San continues to remain silent as he drives the rest of the way to the view, the music softly filling in as background noise that's enough to distract you. When he pulls into the small empty side lot and parks his car, he lets out a sigh and sits back.
"How was your day today?" He asks softly, still avoiding contact with you.
"It was okay, I guess. Better than yesterday."
"That's good."
"San." You adjust your position so you're looking directly at him, body facing him. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"
"I don't know where to start."
"You have to start somewhere." He sighs again. "You know, whatever it is, you can tell me. We can figure this out together." You raise your hand to cup his cheek, almost somewhat of a gesture to force him to look at you. And for a minute, you feel him relax under your touch. You can tell he wants to turn and kiss the palm of your hand like he usually does, but he doesn't. "Sannieâ"
"We should stop this." Your mouth slightly drops even though you don't know what to say. Your eyes widen, your touch turns cold. You retreat your hand while you let the response sink, San still keeping his gaze out of the window because he truly can't dare to look at you right now.
He'll fold.
He'll forget all about this and risk everything for the both of you.
He shouldn't.
"W-what?"
"We need to stop this, Y/N." He finally looks at you and his gaze feels like an icebox. Everything feels so cold and distant, even if it's supposed to be a front; it's working, and it's fucking you up completely.
"All of a sudden? I-I thought we were fine, what happened? What did I do wrong?" He shakes his head.
"Nothing. It's not anything you did, I'm just trying to be realistic here."
"Realistic? I thought you didn't care about the outside noise?"
"We're only prolonging the inevitable, don't you get it? Everything is going to come crashing down on us whether we like it or not. No matter how hard I try to stop it, this is what it'll eventually come to." You don't really understand where he's coming from or what he's getting at, but it's too lateâ you feel the tears steadily streaming down your cheeks.
Then, you're sobbing into your hands and you feel pathetic. But San feels terrible, he hates this. He doesn't wanna do this but he's conflicted between right and wrong, between being selfish and letting you go. "San, why?"
"Y/N, please hear me out on this, okay?" He's barely able to answer.
"Why? You ask him again. You cry in his passenger's seat, wiping it away with your sweater sleeves. "You said I could trust you, a-and that you wouldn't hurt me because you didn't care about anyone else."
"I need you to understand that I'm doing this because I care about you."
"But, I love you." San shakes his head as tears streak his own cheeks.
"We're being too selfish." He looks at you. "I am. I'm being too selfish and I don't need this to ruin things for you more. I need to put you firstâ"
"Why do you get to decide what that looks like for me, San?" He doesn't respond. "So, you don't want this?" He lets out a shaky sigh. "Us?"
"That's far from how I feel and you know it."
"Why can't you just say it back? Why can't we just let this be? I don't careâ" You tug on his arm and he grips your hand before shaking his head.
"Because this is already hard as it is. Y/N, listen to me." He pleads, cupping your cheeks. He finally looks deep into your eyes, his thumb gently caressing the surface. The life in his eyes are gone. The glow, the stars. Now, his eyes are dull. They're holding back. They don't show you anything. "We should stop. We need to. Namjoon and the dean are discussing your future at the school, and I need you to keep going in this program. I need you to keep going forward even if that means I can't be right there with you every step of the way. You deserve to be here and you deserve to finish this until the very end. You've worked so hard to get here, and I refuse to let them lose out on you simply because of me."
"This makes no sense to me. Why do we have to do this? We can just be more careful and plan better. We can justâ"
"I'm trying to protect you."Â
"Protect me? From Namjoon and the dean? Or are you trying to protect yourself?"
"I don't give a damn about me, Y/N!" He's a little angrier with this response but you know it isn't directed towards you. It's towards Namjoon. The dean. Yunho and Iseul. This whole fucked up situation. "I'm always gonna put you first. It's always been about you and it'll always be about you." You cry a bit harder at his answer, unsure of what to make of this entire thing. You don't know if San really means this or if he is just trying to protect you. You don't know what to do, you don't know if you should keep trusting him the same way.Â
You don't know if you can, and that's probably because you're blinded by all the overwhelming emotions you're feeling right now.
The both of you sit in this thick silence, your cries now filling the space while San tries to muster up the last bit of his energy to try and make you feel betterâ to get you to understand this better.
It's not that he wants to, he has to.
"I don'tâ" He swallows thickly. "I don't wanna do this but I have to. You have to understand." He says at a whisper, more tears streaming down his red-stained cheeks. "You have to understand, baby. Please." He begs. "I don't want them to do anything to you and I don't wanna jeopardize your future. Just listen to me. We have to do this." He leans forward to cup your cheeks and wipe your tears away with his thumb.
"No, we don't." You almost whine, but all San can do is shake his head and sit back in his seat.
"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I have to do what's best for you." His voice shakes. "I really am so sorry, sweetheart." He answers lowly, wiping his remaining tears before retreating back into his shell and showing off his cold demeanor for the remainder of his time with you. "I should get you back."
"I should've never trusted you. I should've known this was all too good to be true. You didn't care." You cry, repeating all this nonsense to try and get him to hurt the same way as you somehow. Because he'll never understand. Everything had led up to this and you were still unprepared for this. Even though you knew you'd be here at some point, nothing would have ever prepared you for the way your heart drops to your stomach; the way you feel nothing but thunder and rain.
Blue and grey.
He does, though.
In fact, he's probably hurting the most because he had to pull the trigger and let you go.
He hates it. He fucking hates it.Â
He's trying to drown out the rest until he gets you back to your building because he can't take it. He can't take hearing you cry anymore, he can't take hearing you say these awful things because you're angry at the moment. He hopes that you'll see where he's coming from eventually because all he's ever wanted to do was protect you and keep you safe.
All he's ever done was care about you, and you only.
All he's ever felt was love for you, and you only. You showed him what love was like again and he'll never take that for granted.
This was him showing you love. He needed to put you first.
"I care about you more than anything. I'm trying to do what's bestâ"
"Without involving me? Deciding for me? Yeah." You wipe away at your cheeks once more before unbuckling your seatbelt. "Whatever San, save it." You tell him before swinging the door open and stepping out. "You were just trying to protect me. I get it."
"Baby, don't be like that. Please don't make this harder than it already is. I would never intentionally hurt you. You know this." He tries to reach for your hand, but you move it away.
"You don't get to call me that anymore." You roll your eyes. "Anyway, goodluck, San." Is all you say before slamming his door shut and storming off. You begin to cry to yourself again, feeling sorry for yourself and stupid. You know deep down that San was only trying to do the right thing and that he was trying to protect you. But, right now, you're angry, you're sad, you're upset. You feel empty and betrayed and you just need to feel this out in order to let it pass.
This too shall pass.
When you head upstairs, you quickly pack up a few things, along with your laptop and other school-related necessities before locking up and heading to your car. You feel a migraine coming on, which definitely means you should take it easy and stay behind; but, all you can think about is getting to your mom and being away from school for a few days.
Nothing's better than a mother's love and comfort, even though you aren't entirely sure how she's gonna react to this, how she'll feel about San.
In the end, you don't hate him.Â
You can't.
You could never.
âFLASHBACK
"That was a good girl's date, wasn't it? We got massages, our nails done. Now we're eating a banana split under this nice weather." Your mom chuckles. "You need to come home more often."
"I know, I know." You scoop up a good helping of the banana split, internally conflicted on when is a good time to let your mom know about what's been going on. She would probably be surprised and scared for you, but your mom had a good way of choosing her words. She had a good way of being there for you but making her concerns known without pointing fingers or putting any blame on your actions.
"How has school been? Your friends?"
"They've been good. We've all been busy with our labs."
"Jiung's been good? You think you guys are all gonna stay in the labs you're currently rotating in?"
"He's good, yeah. And I think so, they all seem to be enjoying it."
"How about you?" You poke at the banana before scooping another helping. Your mom can already tell there's something else on your mind, but she's gonna let you take the floor and open up about it when you're ready.
Which is now.Â
You just don't know if she's ready.
"Uh, yeah. It's been good!" You give her a small smile. "I'm still deciding on my route, but it's been good."Â Pause. "There's actually something else I've been meaning to tell you."
"Okay, try me!" She chuckles. "What is it?"
"I've been seeing someone."
"Oh?" She laughs. "Well, isn't that great?! I mean, you never needed a man, okay. But, as long as they make you happy and add value to your life. I just want you happy." She laughs. "Who is he, where did you meet? Tell me everything!" You sigh and take a deep breath before starting.
"We met at school. In the lab. Because.. he's my rotation professor." You give her a look, afraid of what she'll say. She stops mid-bite and almost chokes, setting her spoon down before looking at you with knitted brows.
"Your.. what?! Y/Nâ"
"Mom, please. Just hear me out before you start assuming and saying things. He didn't abuse his power, I didn't throw myself on him, okay? It just happened." You immediately say and look at her with puppy eyes. "We just happened. We grew feelings for each other and just clicked really well. We've been keeping things lowkey."
"But, Y/N. Honey, I say this sincerely. What if people find out? Not that I want them to, but they will." You shrug.
"I don't know, we'll figure it out."
"H-how old is he?"
"32."
"Oh, okay. He's young."
"And handsome." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand and smile. "His name is San. Choi San. He's pretty popular in the bioengineering and neuroscience world."
"That's good." Your mom is slightly shutting down and you know it's because her thoughts are traveling at 100mph and she doesn't know what to think or do.
Or say.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I know you're worried but I'll be fine, okay? I promise. It'll all be fine." You add to break the silence and reach for her hand.
"I just don't want him to hurt you and then you lose everything you've worked so hard for over him."
"I just don't know where this is gonna take us. Things feel too overwhelming. Like.. I just don't want any talk getting into his head about us."
"It could really ruin things for the both of you, Y/N. Please be smart about your actions. Don't throw everything away because of him. That's all I ask. Just by the looks of it, I know he makes you happy and you're riding cloud nine, but you need to remember who comes firstâ yourself."
"I know. I hear you. I don't mean to cause any unnecessary worry or anything."
"No, you're not. Lovey, I'm your mom, I'm always gonna worry regardless. But, I trust you enough to make the right decisions and to take care of yourself. I know you'll be smart and I know you won't be completely reckless. I'm not gonna lie, thisâ this isn't a 'conventional' relationship and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet." She sighs and looks at you with a hint of concern in her eyes. "I'm trying hard to see this from your side, not from my side, and I think it'll take me time to get used to. In the end, I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't want people to think bad about you, and I don't want you to lose everything you've worked so hard for."
"I know, but it's all okay. I promise." You promise her, but you don't even know if you believe the promise yourself. "You can trust him." She doesn't say much, and you can tell she's trying her hardest to swallow her true emotions.
"Just becareful."
âEND
San picks up the phone to call Namjoon, hands slightly trembling. He's still sitting in his car, still sitting in the same spot because it's his turn to cry and let out all his feelings. He hits the steering wheel before running a hand through his hair, second-guessing all his decisions.
Why did it have to come down to all of this? Did he really have to? How long before he folds and comes back to you?
Before he says fuck this all together and chases after you?
He keeps trying to remind himself that he needs to protect you and let this blow over. He keeps trying to remind himself that it'll all be worth it and you both will find your way back to each other again.
In time.
"San."
"It's over with." Is all he is able to say before Namjoon lets out a small sigh on the other end.
"I'm sorry, San. Look, just give this timeâ" Quite frankly, he doesn't wanna hear it anymore. Not today, not tomorrow, not for awhile.
"It's fine." He cute him off. "You don't have to say it. Just please make sure nothing happens to her."
"You got my word. I'll figure this out. Don't worry." San ends the call before he's digging his head into his hands and cries.
And cries.
And cries.
Because now his days are going to blend back to the black and white filter he used to have on. He'll never experience that warmth, those colors, without you around.
He'll never witness where the sea meets the sky, when the sun sinks below the horizon. When dawn meets dusk.Â
His days will be monotone and dull, lifeless and cold. Gloomy. Days he had prayed to get past and never return to.
But, he's here again.
And somehow, this pain feels worse this time around than the first time.
âFLASHBACK
San sighs when he pulls up to his parents' house, aggressively shifting the gear to park before taking a moment to himself. He wasn't happy when his father left him a voicemail, scolding him for the rumors going around about him dating his student. He was quick to call him names and demand him to make things right before his name could be tainted in the industry. San isn't gonna lie, he's always looked up to his father. Things changed when San started making a name for himself in the academic industry, creating some kind of competitive tension between the two. Well, San never felt that way. His dad strongly did though, for whatever reason.
He never understood it. It's whatever.
What San wasn't having was the fact that his father kept calling you a little girl who only wanted to use him to work her way in and up.
He slams the door to his car, adjusting his hat and his jacket before tapping the code into the keypad on the front door.
"San, is that you?" He hears his mom's sweet voice call out to him. He smiles softly when she comes into view in the hallway, opening her arms for a hug. "Please don't mind your father, you know how he is. He's just concerned." She gives the back of his neck a reassuring massage.
"Mm, yeah. I can feel the concern especially when he starts calling me out my name."
"San." His mom gives him a look before his dad looks up from the paper he's reading on the couch, forehead crinkling when he sees his son walk in.
"Why are you here?"
"Hi to you, too." San says while his mom steps in the middle.
"Honey." She turns to his father.
"So, what was up with that voicemail?"Â
"Why don't you tell us what's been going on with you and your so-called girlfriend? Do you even care about yourself or what this could do to your career? You're so carelessâ"
"So what if I'm careless! You don't even know her so you don't have a right to do that!"
"Are you actually that stupid, San? Do you know how damaging this could be for you, for us?"
"What does this have to do with you?!" San's voice raises.Â
"It has everything to do with us! Everyone thinks you either forced that girl into a relationship or she threw herself on you and you stupidly took the bait!"
"Even if I said it wasn't like that, you wouldn't listen anyway!"
"Are you serious about her?"
"What makes you think I'm not? We're two grown adults who are capable of making our own decisions and knew the consequences from the very beginning."
"And you think she'll stay? Someone that young and who is just getting started with her life, basically. You think she'll stay and be there for you when times get rough?"
"Absolutely." His dad scoffs.
"Is that so? Wishful thinking. You couldn't even keep Iseul and now you're downgrading to a stâ"
"Hey!" San's mom cuts off his father's statement. "That is enough from you. Don't finish that sentence."
"You have no idea what Iseul put me through!" San's tone is louder to match his father's energy. "I found somebody who genuinely and truly cares about me and who I am. That isn't enough for you? Just because she's a student, but a grown adult at that?! You can't even be happy for a second? You still find a way to be on Iseul's side even though she cheated with my bestfriend!"
"Maybe it's time you realized you pushed Iseul away. That was your own doing. And this girl? Don't come to me and make me tell you 'I told you so' when she leaves after she's gotten everything she needs from you." San's dad is fuming in front of him. "How could you be so sure things will be smooth sailing with her, hm? What makes you think this can work?"
"This is fucking bullshit, I'm not explaining myself to you. If you don't wanna be happy for me and support me, then so be it."
âEND
San thinks maybe his dad was right; maybe this wasn't meant to be, and was just supposed to be another fleeting moment, another lesson.
Even though deep down, he knows it's far from it.
As he sits in his home office, he scrolls through old pictures of you and him togetherâ you, pictures you've sent him. He feels the rush of sadness hit him like bricks, his chest almost physically hurting from the ache. He has this sudden urge to text you and call you, tell you how much he misses you.
But, he stops himself.
What if you stopped caring? What if you were so mad at him that you hated him?
He couldn't bear with it.
If only he knew how much you cried and yearned for him every night, if only he knew how much your head hurt while you laid on your mom's lap while she ran her hands through your hairâ gently cooing you and shushing you to help you get some sleep.
If only he knew.
"Mom, I'm sorry." You cry and cry, laying your head on her lap as you let everything out. "You were right, I messed everything up. This was all so stupid. I'm so stupid."
"Don't say that." She shushes you and tries to coo you. "Don't ever say that again." She looks at you. "What happened?" You gather the strength to tell her everything that's been going on. How deep your relationship went with San and how well he took care of you. How you weren't always the most careful but the only reason why things blew up was because of Hae-jin, Iseul and Yunho. How Iseul and Yunho just keep trying to get in between, how Jiung even went to Professor Kim about all of this.
How San broke this off claiming he wanted to protect you and put you first.
How utterly sad and betrayed you feel.
"I'm just so tired of feeling this way. I hate how alone I feel. I hate how much I miss him. I hate how this unfolded the way it did."
"I'm so sorry, honey. You need to let things be for now, okay? I know that's not what you wanna hear, but you need to. Especially for school and yourself."
"Why does anyone care? Why does it matter?"
"People have nothing better to do, and I'm sorry it had to be those two and Jiung."
"I'm so tired, mom. When will this pass? What did I do wrong? Why did he leave so quickly?"
"Lovey. You did nothing wrong. It wasn't you at all, and it wasn't San either. The circumstances are just tough. You didn't know it would play out this way and I'm sure he has his reasons."
"What if he's just using that as an excuse? What if he really doesn't want this anymore?"
"If he really cared about you, why would he lie, Y/N? I'm sure he was doing his best to protect you both, especially you. I know it hurts right now, hun. But, maybe this is for the best." You don't wanna hear it even though your mom might be right.
Maybe this is for the best. Maybe this was just telling you this could never work between you two.
No matter how hard you both tried.
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San's urge to text or call doesn't lessen as the next few days go by, especially when he notices he hasn't seen any trace of you. He'll usually see you walking towards the biology building for Yunho's class or making your way to the dining hall with the girls.
If San hadn't overheard Sunwoo telling his lab mates that you were sick, he would've gone crazy.
It still doesn't help that you're feeling unwell and he can't do anything about it.
"Sunwoo." San pokes his head out of his door, causing Sunwoo to lift his head from his laptop and shift his attention towards him. "Can you meet really quickly?"
"Yeah, sure thing. Be right over!"
"Thanks." San heads back to his desk and lets out a breath, waiting for Sunwoo to come. It takes him less than 5 minutes to finally make his way into the office, rubbing his hands down his jeans. "Hey." San looks up at him. "Thanks for coming in on short notice."
"No prob! What's up, Professor Choi?"
"I wanted to talk to you really quickly because I wanted you to hear it from me directly. Starting next week, we'll be losing Y/N's support. She'll be heading to Professor Kim's lab."
"O-oh. Okay. Damn." Sunwoo ticks his head to the side. "Professor Kim with the steal." San chuckles a bit.
"Yeah." San can't even hide his sadness when he looks down at the papers beneath his hands that Sunwoo catches on and he feels bad. He still doesn't know the details and he never will, but if it's one thing he can gather right now, it's the fact that the room feels cold and empty.
It's the fact that San literally has to force himself to smile and deliver this news like all is okay and no big dealâ when in fact, it fucking is.
Sunwoo feels so bad.
"So, I know she's out sick right now, but will I still get to see her before she goes? I wanna talk to her to wrap things up, too."
"When she returns, we'll make sure she has time to close loose ends with you and gather her things."
"Hm." Sunwoo nods slowly. "Okay."
"I'm sorry this came up so suddenly, but I had to make a few changes around here. We all thought she'd be a better fit with Professor Kim."Â
"I see. She's super smart and incredibly great at what she does, I know she'll do well in whatever she does and wherever she goes." San nods.
"Yeah, she will." He sighs. "There's another rotation student that I might bring in next quarter that might be a good fit to work with you, too. His name is Baehyuk."
"Cool. Down to meet whenever the time is right."
"Thanks, Sunwoo."
"No, thank you for always giving me some help and pushing me forward." San gives him a small smile. "Everything will work out."
"Yeah." Is all he could say in response. Because he hopes it will.Â
Right now, it seems like a far reach.
All San wants to do is love you, rather than hiding just how deeply in love he was with you.
âFLASHBACK
"Here, baby." He turns to hand you a plate with a smile on his face. "Think you can help me dry the last of these dishes and put 'em up?"
"Course, chef." He chuckles, watching as you tip-toe with nothing but his shirt on to reach over and place the dry dishes into the proper cabinet. You follow suit with the last three dishes, setting the towel aside while San wipes away the water droplets around the sink. "We did it, babe! All clean."
"Sure did." He laughs, caging you in against the counter to kiss you sweetly. "Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome." You giggle. "Thank you for making dinner."
"As long as you enjoyed." You nod.
"What do you wanna do for the rest of the evening?"
"Mm, we can watch a movie and fall asleep here on the couch without any worry."
"That's fun." You smile.
"Or, we can do other things that I have in mind." He brushes the hair away from your face while you wrap your arms around his neck.
"Ooh." You reply in a sing-song tone. "Care to indulge?"
"Absolutely." He says just as he swiftly carries you and wraps your legs around him. You squeal as he walks over to the couch and gently plops you down onto the soft cushions, wasting no time to attach his lips to every inch of skin he can. He slowly hovers over you, hands roaming up your shirt and tugging material along with it as he continues to move upwardâ exposing your cute pink panties from beneath. He sinks to his knees and pries your legs open after fixing your position to the edge of the couch. "Let me make you feel good, love."
"Yes please, Sannie. Please." You beg, watching as San slides down your panties and tosses them aside. His hands caress your thighs, giving them a good squeeze while laying open-mouth kisses along the surface. You continue to watch him, biting on your lip when he hovers over where you need him at most. He licks a stripe up your folds, causing your head to cock back against the cushion. He begins to gently kiss and suck at your heatâ a satisfying, breathy moan leaving your lips as you let San relish being in between your thighs. He laps away at your clit, tonguing down your pussy as if he had been deprived of you for years.
You love/hate how good he is at this. "Babeâ" You moan loudly, hips now working on their own terms against his mouth. He subtly nods as he continues to suck and lap away at your heat, tongue keeping you wet and filthy; just the way he likes it. "God, right thereâ" You whine, hips rolling upward and grinding against his mouth, his tongue.Â
You used to be so shy.
Now, you're not afraid to tell him what you want and he fucking loves it. "OhâSanâ gonnaâ" Your statement comes out broken as you continue to work against his mouth, orgasm crashing down like a harsh wave against the shore. You grip his hair, body twitching as San continues to latch on and groan against your pussy; incredibly hard while watching the way your body surrenders all. "Fuck." You whisper, still twitching due to the aftershocks from your first orgasm of the night.Â
"That's my girl." He's back to kissing your thighs, hands gently rubbing up and down your leg as a way to soothe you.Â
"Need you." You tug him by the shirt to plant a messy kiss against his lipsâ shirt soon to be discarded on the floor, along with his sweats.
Now you're on his lap, slowly riding his cock just the way he likes itâ the couch's throw blanket resting against the small of your back and draped along San's lap.
It's his favorite position after all.
"Mmâ just like that, baby." He whispers against your lips as you continue to ride him slowly on the couch. "Just like that." He repeats. "You're my good girl, right? Just mine?" He asks lowly and you nod, letting out a sweet moan as he pinches your nipple and watches your head tilt back in pleasure. "Oh, fuckâ just like that." His head rests back against the couch, feeling your walls brush against him and drag against his rock hard cock. "All mine."
"Mm'fuck, Sannie." You keep your head back, intense pleasure bubbling at the pit of your stomach. You take him slowly, deeply; his cock hitting all the right spots every time you do a 'lil tug and pullâ hips carefully rolling against him.Â
"So fucking sexy." He groans. "God, you're everything." His lips drag against your skin, tongue swirling around your perky nipples as your hands tug on the ends of his soft, black hair. "Everything to me." He whispers as if your skin could hold all of the universe's secrets. The blanket is barely keeping up with your movements. San's hand comes up along the base of your neck, bringing you back down to envelope your lips with his.Â
The kiss is full of hunger.
The kiss is slow and steady.
The kiss is messy.
You break the kiss first, body slowly crumbling in his grip when you feel your high approaching quick. You moan loudly, breath ragged as you pant; hips slightly picking up the pace to push yourself further and further until you reach the edge.
"Ohâ" San matches your moans. "That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me." He praises you, voice deepâ tone sending vibrations all the way down to your core. "Give it to me. Wanna feel you cum all over this dick, angel." Hearing San talk the way he's talking is enough to make your coil snap. He continues to coo you as you come undone on his lap; stuttering in your movements and trembling in his grip. He places his hands on your hips, fingers digging deep into the flesh while he fucks up into youâ reaching his high shortly after you with a loud groan and hiss. "Fuck, that was so good, baby." You giggle, forehead against his while his hands gently caress and your back. You leave a tender kiss against his plump lips, and he chases with a few repeated kisses before bringing you down with him on the couch. The both of you lay underneath the throw blanket, now properly covering most of your bodies while San holds you from behind. He has his propped up by an arm while you both watch the show on TV, but San finds his thoughts wandering elsewhere at some point. He begins to look around the house and notices how different it feels since you've been around.
Good different.
A space that used to he so grey, so lifeless; now has remnants of you everywhere.
Your polaroids.
Pictures of you and San in frames.
Your little stuffed animal keychains and rings thrown onto the kitchen island, or the room. Or even his desk in the office.
Your little post-it notes. Your favorite chips and snacks littered around the pantry.
You were there everywhere he turned, and he finds it's one of his biggest blessings.
Especially when you lay here on the couch with him, completely not minding the idea San proposed of just falling asleep on the couch together while sorting through movies.
You agreed so quickly and so happily.
No matter how big or small, most ideas just seemed silly in his last relationship.
But, now he has youâ someone who is happy to just be with him and spend time with him. No matter how big or small the idea, the plans.
San loves you.
And he'll never take it for granted.
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â„ïž đđšđČ'đŹ đ đ„đąđđ« | oscar piastri x singer!reader smau
⊠pairing : oscar piastri x singer!reader | ex!pierre gasly x reader ⊠summary : in which y/n soft launces her relationship with an F1 driver, fails miserably, and ends up hard launching with a lyric from her breakup song ⊠content warning : profanity, use of y/n, hate towards y/n ⊠faceclaim : pinkpantheress, girlies from pinterest, pairings on pinterest
a/n: hey guys. it's been 6 months since i last posted (yikes) im so sorry about that. i've been busy with working at the hospital and uni to top it all of. so here's a new one, its quite a long one. lmk what u think. enjoy! xx
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lilymhe â song of the year!! love it xx
‷ y/ninstagram â love u babes muachhh đ
user12 was not expecting this collab at all omg
lando â oi mate quite the music video đ„đ„ liked by author
‷ user17 ariana what are you doing here
user14 literally the worst collab ever. imagine your whole personality being about your ex. embarrassing đ€źđ€ź
‷ user20 imagine ruining your own relationship and then getting mad when the person profits off of it. embarrassing 2x
user15 i'd literally kms if i fumbled a bad bitch like y/nđđ she's so cunt love her sm
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user25 ‷ OMG two lando post ??? ur not even hiding it girl đ
‷ lando â so nice to have a fan at the paddock đ„° â€· y/instagram â wow fame changed you. suprised your head could fit into that ugly green helmet đđ ‷ lando â leave my beautiful helmet alone u witch!!
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y/ninstagram â one day, i just wanna hear you say, "i like you" đđ
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user20 mother is serving face at the paddock
user15 BODY IS TEA
user19 oscar in the likes,, pierre being messy again đđ
lando â thx for the support babes đ§Ą
‷ y/ninstagram â log off for me ur so annoying ‷ user10 bro bagged a baddie idk if i wanna be lando or y/nđđ ‷ user27 are they dating?
user15 NOT PIERRE LIKING THIS PLS BE SERIOUS
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user76 ‷ if this isn't y/n, i'll eat my mclaren merch
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‷ user22 lando is living for the drama, i just know it ‷ user15 so... wrong papaya then đ
user15 oscarpiastri in the likes.. bro didn't even try to play it cool đđđ
user19 not even a soft launch at this point đ this is a full press release
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lando â I'M FREE !! about damn time đđ
y/ninstagram â took you long enough, piastri. love you <3 đđ§Ą
user55 this boy is not a liar, alright periodd
user33 oscar piastri, i owe you an apology, i wasn't familiar with your gameđ€©
lilymhe â STREAM BOY'S A LIAR PT.2 FOR CLEAR SKIN AND HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. CLAIM NOW!!
‷ y/ninstagram â I LUV U GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL xx đ ‷ lilymhe â ugh im on my knees for u plsss ‷ oscarpiastri â thats funny cuz she's my gf ??? @/alex_albon come and get your girl please ‷ alex_albon â i need a vacation...
user16 THREW MY FOOD JUST TO GIVE YOU A STANDING OVATION đđđ
user10 nooo a white man got to herr đđ
user37 imagine pierre seeing this rn. must be SICK to his stomach
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idk if i either want to be in melissa's or shauna's place or be in between because oh my lawddd đ©
imagine reader accidentally stumbling upon them and shauna threatens you too but melissa's already coaxing you to join in
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i've been riding the "melissa is fine as fuck" train since s2. i need to be sandwiched between them! i'm actually obsessed with that scene, so i started working on this request as soon as i got it. / mdni, knife use (appropriately this time. somewhat.)
you didn't even want to be here. you just saw melissa going off somewhere by herself, and you couldn't help but be a little worried (and curious). with mari already lost, it just wasn't smart to go out wandering alone.
so, you followed her. silently, without her even noticing you were there. creepy? a little bit, sure, but you didn't think about it. when you saw her talking to shauna, you instantly hid behind a few bushes.
the second shauna had a knife to melissa's neck you were ready to step in, even if it would meant that you'd get stabbed too. right as you were about to jump up and (attempt to) tackle shauna down, but melissa was way faster than you with her own reckless counter-attack. that was already enough of a shock on it's own, but to see shauna kissing her back even more fiercely? you almost didn't believe it.
the sight had your legs a little wobbly, and with how awkwardly you were crouched, it wasn't long before you fell back on your ass and on a branch, snapping loudly and making a pair of eyes instantly go to you. shit.
you were ready to run, the words "sorry, i'll leave" right on the tip of your tongue, but you weren't fast enough to do so because shauna was already pulling you up and putting the knife to your neck, while melissa just stood there and watched.
"what the fuck are you doing here, you weirdo? you were fucking stalking us?" shauna's voice rang, loud and harsh just how she had been speaking to melissa a minute ago, and even as you look to the blonde for help she seems a little clueless on what to do. you're left to fight on your own for now. "no, i wasn'tâ i just wanted to make sure everyone was safe."
the cold steel against your neck was suffocating, your breath coming out in short gasps. this is it, this was the end for you, all because you saw shauna and melissa making out.
"if you tell anyone about this, i swear, i will slit your throat and cut you upâ" "shauna, it's fine. they won't tell anyone, right?" melissa's voice finally came through, your savior in that moment of panic. except that her idea of help seems a little different from yours, because instead of freeing you she's just pulling you up straighter, patting the dirt away from your clothes and practically handing you over to shauna.
"yeahâ yeah, i won't!" your panic is obvious to the both of them, but melissa's hands on your shoulder seem to somewhat calm you down. that, and the realization that you're squished between them, a little too close for comfort.
"see, shauna? look, if you're worried, we can just keep her quiet in... other ways." you can feel melissa shrugging behind you, also a little nervous, but you don't move to look in her eyes to try and understand what the fuck she meant. shauna's knife was still against your skin, so close to cutting, and you didn't want to risk it.
melissa's hands go down to your arms, back up to your shoulders, go to your chest and eventually settle on your waist. all the protests in your throat die out the second she has her lips dangerously close to the back of your neck, almost kissing but not quite there. that seems to work to convince shauna pretty damn well, because even though she doesn't drop the knife, she's not pressing it quite as harshly against your throat and she's leaning in to crash her lips against yours.
there's no affection in it, really. shauna is aggressive, taking what she wants how she wants. she's almost angry, you think, but you let it happen. it's not like you can pretend it doesn't feel good either. melissa is a bit more gentle, though her hands are locked on your waist with nails digging in. if it weren't for the shirt you were wearing, it would definitely hurt. bad.
you're stuck between shauna's aggressive kisses and melissa's firm grip while she waited for her turn, barely giving you time to catch your breath before she's grabbing your chin and pulling you in. shauna's eyes are on you, crazed and lustful, like she wants to devour you. you don't doubt that she would.
just when things were starting to go further, with melissa daring to slide her hands under your shirt, you hear someone's voice a little farther away, calling for your names. great. you're forced to disentangle from eachother, the sound of clearing throats and fixing clothes being all that there was for a moment. but with the looks shauna shoots to both you and melissa, you can't tell she won't let this go unfinished for too long.
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Being a plural pair is kind of funny. A "duo system" as we call it.
Like- yup, it's JUST the two of us.
No no, there isn't "a bunch a little guys up there". There's just the one. He's pretty chill, though.
Answering poll questions is fun too. "Is [insert thing] different across your system?: Yes, for everyone. Yes, for some. No."
...Yes, for everyone? Yes, for some? Idk man, there's only one other person-
"Headcount?" Nah. Just me and the other guy.
Jokes aside, I think it's interesting that I've legitimately never seen another system of two before. It feels a little odd sometimes since other plurals never expect a host with one headmate. We used to have a higher headcount. Not that long ago, actually. Unfortunately most of our headmates would slip in and out of dormancy regularly, and I believe it's been about a year now of just Daemon and I. It definitely can make me have doubts about our plurality, but we get through it. Lately something feels like it's been... brewing, though. Headmates finally coming out of dormancy? Medianship from daydreaming? Dissociated and just confused? I don't know đ, but I do feel like there are updates about our plurality soon to come.
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I think the proof that dominant fandom opinion is run by contrarians who want to feel counterculture/"revolutionary" at all costs is how we finally got the working class, blue collar, himbo jock Orion Pax who defends the oppressed and fights against bad systems in Transformers: One...
...He was breaking protocol to save his friends from mining accidents even when everyone else ran away like cowards and got mad at him or punished him for doing so. He wanted to enter the race to improve the social standing of miners/cogless bots and challenge the status quo. He believed he and his friends were capable of finding the lost Primes even though they weren't Sentinel. As soon as he found out Sentinel was evil he wanted to stop him.
...but LITERALLY just because Orion drew the line at an execution without trial done out of wild hatred and Dee's personal vendetta, people trash TF:O OP soooooo hard and pick up their "Megatron was right" picket signs literally just because Megatron's solution was to be angry and indiscriminately destroy/murder everything in his way. Just. Like. Ignore the fact that Dee/Megatron was an absolute simp for the Primes/Sentinel and spent the whole movie getting mad at Orion for breaking protocol even when it was stuff like entering the race on behalf of all miners.
Somehow the guy who literally wanted to uphold the status quo until he felt personally wronged by it is "right" in the eyes of this fandom.
I literally give up with this fandom askldfjlksd, the writers will give these people the exact thing they asked for and they'll still find a way to trash it. Blatant political theming will be shoved in their face with the simplicity of a literal child's/family-friendly movie and (short of the early draft versions where Orion literally has to monologue about the dangers of execution without trial) they will literally still find ways to nitpick OP specifically and try to slander him as a bad guy who just doesn't understand and doesn't care about Dee at all!!!!11!!!!
#and also they give zero fucks about like. idk. maybe OP would be upset at his best friend for dropping him down a hole#and then when he jumped out fully healed and transformed immediately trying to kill him again#like golly gee no one ever seems to care about OP's feelings or whether HE might be betrayed by that#but yeah people are just. sigh. TF fandom. the writers literally gave you the OP you've been asking for for YEARS. YEEAAAAARS#as an idw op fan i have had to sit here as the fandom collectively shit on my favorite for years and years bc the writers decided to#do something different with him. ppl sighed and yearned and bitched and moaned for a return to a more g1 esque OP#and what do they do when they get him? find ways to villainize him for stupid reasons and literally blatantly misread canon#and claim he's some sort of status quo sympathizer when THAT WAS LITERALLY M FOR MOST OF THE MOVIE#but bc the extent of this fandom's political literacy is 'violence = good when M does it' they just could not pay attention to what was sho#squiggposting#you can tell i really have a bee up my ass tonight bc this is the second post i've made being an asshole about my takes asdlfljksd#but it is honestly upsetting/disturbing to an extent to imagine what these ppl's real life political beliefs are like#OP was literally out there saving his peers and breaking the rules and wanting to inspire change. but bc he wasn't going around killing ppl#somehow he's more of a status quo simp than the actual status quo simp#you are disturbingly susceptible to propaganda especially propaganda around violence. it hurts me#actual social change and risking your life/social standing for change? he's careless and risky and breaking protocol?#wanting to just kill everyone who you think made the world bad? REVOLUTIONARY DARING PROFOUND#i shudder to think what ppl's irl political beliefs are with L takes like this
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Happy(slightly late) Valentines <3 Take a Marigold Doodle before bed đ
#cookie run kingdom#pure vanilla cookie#shadow milk cookie#shadowvanilla#vanilla milkshake#marigold au#Work has been kicking my ass this week#Might actually start posting more soon... cuz I am unfortunately obsessed with this silly lil au I've made#Thinking about writing a fic for this.... Seems like it'd be fun tbh#Haven't really uh. Written a fic before tho so idk how that'd go lol
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VALENTINES DAY!!!! i have a TON of sketches and doodles and sillies and peepees and poopoos BUT IMMA DRIP FEED THEM
also some of my headcanons
I AM 100% FULLY A GAYLOIS FAN ILY GAY GAULS ITS FOREVER CANON TO ME IDC IDC I LOVE THEM AUGH AAUUAUCNANCNKAC OK THIS ONE, HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTTTTT
FULLICACOFOGENIX (until i can think of a shorter name for it)
come on, cacofonix is gay, he litterally looks like that-- Tho I do like fulliautogenix more I feel cacofonix joining would be certified silly cool
I PERSONALLY HEADCANON AROMANTIC KING GETAFIX- though he can be, uhm, đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ (looking at that one scene in mission cleo), I think he's aromantic. As for my favourite hetties i LOVE VITALSTAPEDIA ITHINK THEY CAN BE CUTE, I HAVE AN UNFINISHED SKETCH OF THEM FROM A FEW DAYS AGO
I'll clean it up and finish it soon. I'm way too hooked on the idea of the braids used to convey relationships, same with Obelix. IDK I THINK THE IDEA OF THEM HAVING A TENDER MOMENT WHERE THEY'RE GETTING THEIR HAIR BRAIDED IS SO CUTE. Apparently celts had a lot of different reasons why they'd get their hair braded but i think this is cute, rewriting history shhhh noone will notice IVE BEEN INSANE ABOUT THE GAULS I LOVE THEM, I'd show my sketchbook but I'm terrible at taking photos so imagine it (I'll go over a few pages digitally soon)
MY PALS ALREADY KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM LOOK, LOOK AT THEM GO! WATCH THEM MOVE! THEYRE JUST THEM!???
I LOVE THEM AIGH ASTERIX SERIES MY BELOVED Genuinely my fav past time is just googling them and scrolling the images for hours THE SERIES IS SO COOOL IM STILL WORKING THROUGH THE COMICS TOO, IM GONNA BUY SOME MORE TOMORROW, I think I have a solid collection rn-- I'll list the ones I've got soon I LOVE YOU ASTERIX, YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
dude LOOK AT THEM??
THE LITERAL CHARACTERS EVER I CANNOT STATE THIS ENOUGH
#art#digital art#asterix#asterix and obelix#asterix et obelix#asterix the gaul#obelix the gaul#obelix#asterix x obelix#gaylois#fulliautomatix#cacofonix#unhygenix#cetautomatix#ordralfabetix#vitalstatistix#impedimenta#getafix#miraculix#valentines day#THESE ARE MY PERSONAL HCS FOR THEM I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR HCS FOR THEM#These bitches poly? give em a cracker#I LOVE YOU ASTERIX AUGH#Doodles#drawings
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Can you read my mind? (I've been watching you.) đ©âĄđȘ
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DEAN WINCHESTER X CUPID!READER
SUMMARY: Dean and Sam get a little unexpected help with a weird case. 2.3k
WARNINGS: none. first meeting. fem!reader. dean being wary of the supernatural but weak to a pretty face.
NOTES: VERY late valentine's post. I was struck with inspiration at 2 in the morning. Idk if Valentines are a thing or if i made them up but whatever. This is my first time writing for supernatural and my first time writing a fanfic in years pls be nice. Enjoy<3
âBeautiful, isnât it?â You sigh as you materialize behind the brothers, making them almost jump out of their skin. âLove all over the place.â
You ignore their flabbergasted expressions as you look around the crowded plaza. It was Valentineâs day, and the whole place was decorated with pink and red hearts, the white streamers hanging from the trees moving with the breeze as couples and groups of friends walked around.
âWho are you?â You ignore the shorter oneâs question as your gaze focuses on two kids sitting on a bench.
You could feel how much they liked each other, but they sat facing opposite ways, hands on laps and eyes stuck to the ground. You sigh and swiftly move your manicured hand towards them, pink nails shining under the sunlight. You can feel the brothersâ wary eyes on you, but you simply watch as the boy on the bench suddenly gets a notification on his phone.
âI just won two tickets for the My Chem show tonight.â He announces to the girl, voice incredulous. As they both start celebrating, the boy shyly looks up and invites her to go with him. She says yes, and after a few giggles and babbled words, they get up from the bench and leave.
You canât help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, your pastel pink wavy hair bouncing as you give a little jump. You immediately turn to the Winchester brothers, covering your mouth with your hand
âSorry. You would think that after so many years on the job I would get used to it.â You sigh, twirling a lock of your hair with your fingers. âBut sometimes it still manages to make me all giddy.â
You turn around just to find a gun being pointed towards you, barrel pressed to your stomach as green eyes bore holes into your head. Who you assumed was Dean Winchester was glaring at you, scowling, while his brother tried to block civilians from noticing the firearm in his hand.
Who wouldâve thought green could be so beautiful.
You chuckle, not intimidated at all, which only made the brothers look even more confused.
âWhat the fuck are you?â Dean asks, the gun digging a little deeper into your skin.
âAre you Cupid?â This time it is Sam, his eyes studying your tiny pink dress, pink hair, and pink boots. But more importantly, the little bow and arrow that hung from your back.
You give the tall guy a cheeky smile.
âYou must be Sam, hm? Iâve heard youâre the smart one.â You look back at Dean, delicate hand wrapping around the gun that was still being pressed against you. âWhy donât we put this away before you hurt someone.â You keep your eyes on him as you lower the gun. He lets you, a lost look on his face as to why he is letting you.
You take a step back and smile again, all rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. âTo answer your question, I guess you can call me a cupid, but Iâm not the Cupid.â
âYeah, I can see that.â Deanâs eyes roam up and down your body.
âWeâve met Cupid before.â Comes Samâs explanation. âSo, you work for him? Are you an angel?â
You hum softly, pouty lips pursing. âI donât work for the Cupid you met, the angel. But you humans also call my boss that.â The brothersâ expressions stay equally clueless. âI work for Eros, the-â
âGreek god of love.â You send Sam a sweet smile for his right answer.
âAnd desire, yes!â
âSo youâre a Goddess.â Dean affirms more than asks, and when you turn back to face him you are struck with his beauty once again. Both brothers were drop-dead gorgeous, but something about the sharpness in the older oneâs features made you want to ask if he was in any way related to Lady Aphrodite.
âOh, no. Gods no.â You shake your head, making the multiple silver jewelry in your ears clink. âWe work for Eros. Think about us like a version of Artemisâ hunters.â
âYeah, because that gives me so much clarity.â Deanâs voice was breathtakingly deep, it reminded you of being in Lord Aresâ presence. (Happened once, never again.)
âGods are incredibly powerful, but they often need help from mortals to do certain deeds. Artemisâ hunters, Hecateâs priests and priestess, so on and so forth.â You explain quickly. Sam seemed to understand you perfectly, Dean still looked a bit like he wanted to shoot you. âWe donât have an official name like that, but you can call us Valentines.â
âSo you, what? Go around making people fall in love?â He asks with skepticism. You sigh. Everyone always had the same wrong idea.
âWe donât make people fall in love, we simply⊠present them with opportunities.â You chuckle and turn to look around the plaza, teeth biting down on your lower lip as you try to look for an example. You find a blond guy who was messing around with his friends near an ice cream shop. Right behind him, a girl in roller skates was moving his way.
âSee those two?â I ask the brothers, pointing towards the pair. âIf I didnât intervene, they would never cross paths. But their auras, they are compatible, and theyâre both lonely.â You squint, concentrating. Aura reading wasnât as easy as fake witches made it seem. âBut if I justâŠâ Once again, you move your hand delicately towards them.
Suddenly, Blond Boy's friend's milkshake falls to the ground. It causes Blond Boy to take several steps back, getting right in Roller Skates Girlâs way. She immediately tries to stop, but it makes her lose her balance. Blond Boyâs hands are instantly on her waist, preventing her from falling on her back. They look at each other, eyes lingering, and your job is done.
You turn to the Winchesters with a satisfied smile, your flowy skirt dancing around you as you twirl, and they just stare back at you with wide eyes.
âI canât tell how I feel about it.â Declares Sam, making you snicker.
âIf it makes you feel better, I can assure you I can only influence circumstances.â You sigh, looking back at the two lovebirds. Theyâre already exchanging numbers. âWhatever happens from here on out is in their hands.â
That seems to do the trick, at least for the younger brother. Dean still looked like he was going to reach for his gun anytime soon. You sigh again.
âLook, I am not here to cause trouble.â You raise your hands in surrender, bracelets sliding down your wrists. âI came to talk.â
âWhy would you want to talk to us?â You start to walk down the plaza, a little skip to your step. You stop right on the edge of the plaza where you could look down at the sea, waves hitting against the asphalt in a calming manner. Both brothers share a confused look before following you.
âYou two are here for a hunt, right?â You ask walking down the edge of the shoreline, go-go boots click-clacking against the cobblestone. âThe deaths that have been happening? People killing people they love?â
âWhat do you know about it?â You turn around at Deanâs accusatory tone. His gun was back in his hand, and it makes you roll your eyes. His eyebrows raise in surprise.
Looks like there was an edge in between all that sugar-covered whimsy after all.
âYou know, everyone says you are distrustful, but damn.â You tsk. Why was it always the cute ones that had the biggest attitude problems? âI wasnât going to intervene, but when I found out that the Winchesters were in my zone, I had to do something. You two are kind of famous for wiping out any supernatural beings you come in contact with.â You continue to walk down the shoreline. When you get to a light pole, you twirl around it until youâre facing the brothers again. âAny other day, I wouldâve just hidden until you finished your job, but it is Valentineâs. The boss likes us to be extra active today.â
It looked like Dean wants to retort, but Sam interrupts him. âWhat do you know about the case?â
Your smile fades a little, and you let go of the light pole, your shiny eyes dropping to the floor.
âYouâre looking for an Anti-Valentine, or thatâs what we call them.â Your cheeks blush with shame. âTheyâre like us, Erosâ followers, but theyâŠâ
âTurn evil?â Dean guesses sarcastically, and you nod.
âWhy would they want people to kill who they love?â Asks Sam, crossing his arms. âI mean, you look like you love love.â
That makes you giggle. âIt is⊠hard. To do this job.â You lean back into the light pole, looking out at the sea. âThereâs only so many times you can make two people who are perfect for each other meet, only for them to cheat or hurt each other before you start to have doubts.â You bite your lip, doe eyes glossing with sadness.
âAnd that makes them turn evil?â
âWell, most Valentines have had doubts at some point in our lives. But Anti-Valentines, they start to think humans donât deserve love. They start getting angry and hateful, and it starts to poison them.â You swallow harshly, looking down at the floor before your eyes meet Deanâs green one, and the heavy weight on your chest turns a little lighter. Huh. âValentines canât manipulate mortalâs emotions, but Anti-Valentines⊠They've learned how to blind humans with anger. I think you humans may call it a rage blackout or something.â
The brothers seem to be processing your words. Dean studies you slowly while Sam looks like heâs racking his brain for any information on Valentines. If you hadnât been so sad, you would totally be flirting with Dean right now. Yes, Eros was the God of love, but everyone seemed to forget he was also the God of desire. You could be a hell of a vixen when you were in the mood.
âSo, how do we kill it?â Asks Dean, always ready to fight. It was hot.
âThatâs the problem.â You sigh for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour, twirling around the light pole once again, cheeky smile returning to your face. âIf I tell you how to kill them, I tell you how to kill me.â
Deanâs eyebrow raises, but his mouth twitches into a half-smirk. He looks you up and down one more time before his tongue runs over his lower lip, earning an incredulous huff from Sam.
âSo, whatâs the deal?â
âIâll tell you how to find the Anti-Valentine and how to kill it, and you promise not to come for me after.â
âYou got yourself a deal, sweetheart.â
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Dean was soaked in black blood when you appeared in front of him again.
Sam and he had just finally killed the Anti-Valentine, after being thrown against walls and dodging heart-pointed arrows for what felt like hours. Looks like those little bows aren't only for the aesthetic.
So while Sam and Dean looked a little worse for wear as they tried to catch their breath, there you were, in the middle of a filthy warehouse looking like a literal goddess. Pastel pink hair perfectly styled, shiny lips and shiny eyeshadow, your pink boots not getting dirty at all even as you walked through the dirt on the ground. The worst part was how you were pink everywhere. He wasnât talking about only your clothes and hair. Your cheeks, your knees, your elbows. The palm of your hands and your pouty lips. Made him wonder, just how many other places were pink too.
âNice to see you two are as good as they say.â You walk close to where the brothers are leaning against a wall. They were covered in blood and grim, slight cuts all over from when they werenât quick enough while avoiding the Anti-Valentineâs arrows.
You stand right in front of Dean, and there is a halo of light around you. You were literally glowing. You were just so glad the Anti-Valentine had been taken care of. You wouldâve done something about it before the Winchesters got into town, but Valentines couldnât attack other Valentines, even if they were evil.
âHappy to meet your expectations, sweetheart.â Dean grunts, hand pressing to his side where there was a long gash.
You extend your hand towards him with a grin, palm up and ring-clad fingers waving. âMy blade, please and thank you.â
You had given the brothers your celestial bronze dagger to use against the Anti-Valentine with the promise that they would give it back.
âWhat if we ever need to kill another one of these, hm?â It is impressive how Dean managed to look so hot when he was slowly bleeding out from his side. âOr another Greek creature.â
You smirk, and with a little jump you land in front of him. You lean in, biting your full lower lip and blinking up at Dean, long eyelashes fluttering. âThen I guess youâll have to give me a call, sweetheart.â
You softly press a hand to Deanâs chest, making his breath hitch. You subtly wrap your hand around your dagger in his jacketâs pocket. When his eyes drop down to your lips, you press your hand harder against his torso. Gods, he was firm.
In less than a second, all injuries in Deanâs body were cured. Even the gash on his side. He looks up at you in surprise, and you swiftly take a step back, dagger in hand. You let out a dreamy giggle, taking a step towards Sam and pressing a finger to the tip of his nose, making a little âboopâ sound and curing him instantly too.
You take another little jump back, facing both brothers as you brush your hair behind your shoulder and dangle the dagger between your slender fingers. With one last giggle, you wink at Dean.
âSee you later, boys.â
You disappear in a cloud of pastel pink smoke, leaving behind a smell of caramel and red velvet cake.
And you knew you were gonna see them again. After all, you had a soft spot for pretty things.
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Because of a beef of 2 possible psyops happening on TikTok that blew up in the last day or so.
Where one creator was anti-Democrat and explaining why they voted 3rd party. Then was told that they hurt trans ppl if they didn't vote for Kamala because Trump will hurt transppl more including with medicaid cuts. The first creator said they didn't care because to them Kamala still supports genocide in Gaza so they couldn't vote for her but they understood why other trans ppl might due to their medical needs.
Then another creator (that truscum overwhelmingly supports) got mad about this and said that they weren't really trans, they look cis so they aren't affected by trans legislation, that ciswomen aren't harmed by anti-trans laws, that transitioning should be equated with medical transition partially for medical treatment reasons and partially for reasons relating to how society sees them. They also emphasized AGAB a lot, even though this info wasn't disclosed or particularly relevant (they assumed AGAB) and then went on a rant about specifically AFAB people who are nonbinary (some TERFy rhetoric tbh). When called out for this, they and their defenders say that the 2nd creator is a black transwoman, the most in danger of all trans ppl from Trump's policies, so no one is allowed to disagree with her. And to go back to the voting topic, ig they don't see the inherent fascism in demanding someone vote how you demand - that that takes away the point of a vote in the first place.
This has caused an explosion of transmedicalism debate. It's still ongoing. Unfortunately, the transmedicalism side has significantly more creators making videos and talking about it. Like really really unfortunately. And the takes are so bad - tbh I didn't expect the regression I'm seeing in education, civil rights, food safety, science, history, etc, to also affect trans education/discourse online but it really has.
For the record, I am genderfluid, do not support transmedicalism, understand gender affirming care can look like many things, hang with homeless trans ppl and trans ppl from many different backgrounds, voted for Kamala. I strongly believe in civil rights and making sure everyone gets the right to vote how they want. I think it was obvious Trump was and is horrifyingly bad. I have had a hard time being chill with people who didn't vote out of apathy (not protest) or who voted for Trump, but truly I tend to blame the Democrats for not earning those voters, and even if they had gotten everything 3rd party vote, they wouldn't have won most likely. Attacking 3rd parties does nothing politically for Dems.
The solution is not then to police votes, but to earn them. Like do your jobs, Dems.
But instead they policed the first creator's trans status and tried to argue with them via appeal to authority for some reason (arguably emotional abuse), and invalidating and gatekeeping them. Like with really transphobic stuff, too. Ig the 2nd creator is an established trans creator (I've never heard of her but I do more in the drag scenes than whatever this creator is involved in), and have been accused of transmedicalism in the past. This creator I guess also has a LONG history of saying TERFy, self hating trans things (according to critics, idk, its just what I read) and has been in controversies for years about hateful things she said about NonBinary folx (I have since learned).
And so maybe at least 1 creator is a psyop meant to make trans ppl want to die. I certainly felt extremely extremely shitty after reading that discourse, when previously I was happy with who I am and my gender as described (and I am doing better now that I've regulated some). Particularly upsetting was the alienating transmedicalism trying to gaslight me that, for instance, homeless trans people who cannot access doctors are somehow advantaged. Brandon Teena was somehow advantaged being AFAB when he was murdered, because he wasn't on hormones so technically he could have passed as a woman if he wanted to or needed to. Really seemed to help him a lot, all that privilege (/s). And if he were still alive, would he be forced to vote how random people tell him who claim they are more disadvantaged than him, even though there's no real way to compare? I mean, that he was murdered kinda shows he was less advantaged than the annoying content creators making money off our suffering demanding we vote in a particular way.
Fuck this timeline.
Why am I seeing a rise in transmedicalism and truscum bullshit? I thought we were past this.
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SLASH BEING AUTISTIC IS SOOOOOOOOOO REAL. LIKE HE HAS A THING FOR DINOSAURS BUT NOT JUST THAT. HE HAS A THING FOR UHMMMMMMMMMMM IDK BIOLOGY(?) HE KEEPS REPOSTING POSTS THAT ARW LIKE "new species of fish found in the sea blablabla" HES SLIGHTLY AUTISTIC. I AM 100000000% SURE.
We're using this video for a second so stay with me
I keep seeing people making jokes about him not being interested at all like dude he is??? One of the first things I ever learned about Slash was how much he loved reptiles, all animals but he's stated that specifically reptiles like dinosaurs and snakes (also cats are his favourite)
but the reason I've heard is that he just sounds like he doesn't want to be there (i.e. monotone) THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE ISN'T INTERESTED???
Like I get how it could come off as him being disinterested from a neurotypical perspective but listening to autistic people? That's how excitement comes off?? Do you want him to jump up and down??? he only does that when he's high guys cmon
Even if it is scripted, which I would be more shocked if it wasn't, listen to Slash talk about things like this in his own time??? The way he talks about animals man AUTISM
After reading his book I am convinced this man is autistic, the first few chapters all about his childhood he talks about his relationship with his parents and stuff and said that he got along better with adults than kids AUTISM and he was the social outcast "because he's from the U.K." was his excuse
Dude
My brother in Christ
No one cares you have an accent YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE A DINOSAUR
I was trying to go through more reasons why I thought he was autistic but honestly at this point I'm just mad people are STILL shocked whenever he posts about animals HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION??? The only reason he doesn't still have over a hundred pets is because he had kids and didn't think giant snakes and cougars were a smart thing to have around so he gave them to zoos where they'd be safe and not hurting anyone
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I FUCKING FORGOT THE NEW ALIEN STAGE CAME OUT TODAY OH GOD OH FUCK I SAW IT COME UP IN RECCOMENDED AND HAD A FULL BODY REACTION TO IT PLEASEPLEAS PELSAE GO WATCH IT IM GOING TO FUCKING CRY IM GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP IM GONNA .
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it was so fucking beautiful actually. I did not expect the bright spots of it, though maybe I should have. Vivinos has always been such a master of balancing fluff in a way that makes it hurt. And then the end . just. fuck. fuck. Oh my god. Fuck.
Spoilers below the cut, I am feeling many things and thinking many thoughts, so let's dissect this together:
I was so entranced by the beautiful visuals I straight up forgot to put captions on to get the lyrics for my first watch. But when it opened to Luka smiling so fucking genuinely, I almost gasped
The way he smiles when he first sees her is CRAZY, I am obsessed with it. Only pausing when a literal gun is held to his head, and even then, not for long
And then he grows so much more almost sweet and fond when she so blatantly ignores him. I felt like he was saying, "yeah, that's my Hyuna."
So like. Super strong opening to us seeing Luka killing off what I've seen others claim are his clones, presumably to make sure he can't be easily killed and replaced
I especially like this post by @kitespark talking about this bit and how Luka may have then ended up killing Hyuna's brother bc they looked so similar, and he assumed they were clones
LUKA'S HANDS !!! AS A KID !!! DID NOT HAVE PURPLE FINGERTIPS!!! We also see his hands when he's older, and he also does not have purple fingertips then! Does this mean he got them later in life, after so many experiments? That's what I'm not placing my bets on
The music itself was. Beautiful. As always, obviously, but especially so.
The slow, gentle singing that can be seen as both darkly comforting or sweetly assuring, the almost bell like chimes in the background, I loved it.
When it first shifted to Luka's voice, singing as Hyuna lay on the ground, I just about screamed. Their voices sound so pretty next to each other, I really like hearing them in contrast
Getting to see all these frames of Hyuna just surrounded by people in the resistance was so nice, actually.
I thought it was so well done, how we get to see her gradually get happier, recovering from her past.
Starting with a scene of her alone, drinking, before someone steps in (presumably to bring her comfort in company) before we start to see clips of her, each one with her a little bit happier, and each one with the lighting just a bit brighter, till we finally see her give a fully animated smile, even as we can see the silhouettes of those in the garden inside of her
She learned to smile !! Even through her grief!! She smiled even though she still kept them in her mind and heart!!!
AND THEN LUKA?? HAVING A (WANTED(?)) POSTER??? OF HYUNA ?? IN HIS ROOM??? AND HIM GIVING IT THE WORLDS JERKIEST MOST AWKWARD LITTLE KISS AFTER STARING AT IT FOR AN AWKWARD AMOUNT OF TIME, OH MY HEART !!!
The kiss is so sudden and jerky and awkward and it kind of looks like it hurt, honestly. Like, at first I wondered if it even was a kiss, but idk what else it would even be. Luka misses his girlfriend yall
There's actually so much to dissect of these short frames, tbh. Is this his room, where he is kept on a concerning amount of medical equipment, or is it just a hospital room he's been in long enough to be allowed to put things up on the wall?
And then we get to just. The happiness of the video. Which, by the way, kicked me in the fucking gut and stole all my lunch money. Like, holy shit you guys, what the actual fuck.
There's so much happening here, but in general I've seen two camps:
a) we are seeing glimpses of the actor au, where they are getting ready and into their roles and having silly fluffy fun times
and b, which is what I originally thought) We are seeing them getting ready for their death matches. Preparing costumes for the stage, hoping for the best. And just the lighter times they've gotten to spend together, in the garden
I'd like to believe it's both, tbh. That at first, we're seeing the lighter times they've spent together, getting their costumes ready, singing, running through grass, being kids while they still can.
A few flashes of other people too, in terrible situations but still smiling, showing that there is still joy to be found in this world
And then, a flash of violence-- Mizi, her face splashed with Sua's blood, and the music takes on this crescendo as it shows us this beautiful what if.
Some of the flashes are definitely some sort of modern au, a true what if.
Sua in a school uniform, giggling with a friend on the way to class, Till in art class, Hyunwoo and someone who's presumably his friend riding bikes through a glowing forest, Mizi laughing as she works on something, Hyuna and Luka dancing together on some sort of date (WITH WEDDING RINGS ON !!! WEDDING !! RINGS !!), a phone taking a photo of food better than anything the alien stage contestants have ever gotten to eat before (especially in contrast to the quiet lunch scene only a few images before, which may have been there to contrast it)
Other portions I read as more mis-remembered, 'if only the garden could have been brighter' moments (particularly the one of them cleaning that one aliens teeth, which we saw Till and Mizi terrified of in round 3) but otherwise I think can be seen as just more beautiful moments.
Running around, playing, having fun, laughing
At some point, towards the middle, I had an abstract thought that it was appropriate, to be posted on valentines day. For all that parts of it felt like a love letter to life. Seeing them all so happy, not only with each other but just being. Doing things they loved, being happy, living
I stg, I started tearing up. I love how well animated and bright this section was, you can tell they really said "guys we have to make this shit COUNT" and spared no expense. Everyone say thank you vivinos and qmeng !!
And then, of course, we hard cut back to reality. A quick glimpse of some remembered Luka angst, and we are on stage with Mizi again. Our last glimpse of happiness being Sua's smile.
What the fuck !!!
Ok so just. Everything about the next bit is so good to me.
Luka having eyes for literally nothing and no one other than Hyuna, even as a gun is literally held to his head.
The cutting back and forth between him stumbling blindly her way as an adult and as a child was so good. He has never had eyes for anyone other than her, and it shows
The way Hyuna runs for him, knowing whats about to happen even as Luka remains blind to everything but her, the way she spins him around to take the shot for him in a hug, which, BY THE WAY, THE FACT THAT LUKA WAS REACHING OUT FOR A HUG. MAKES ME INSANE.
LOOK AT HIM !!!! HE WAS REACHING OUT TO HER !!! HE WAS GOING FOR A HUG !!!! HE SAW HER AND RAN AND LITERALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO HER ARMS HE MISSED HER SO MUCH I DONT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS ACTUALLY !!!!
Also its funny that it was the resistance guy who took the shot, I understand his thought process (Luka probably looked like he was going for his boss lmao) but then he ended up fucking shooting Hyuna instead.
I have to wonder if we'll get to see this guys reaction in the next video, I kind of hope we do. I feel like there's a small chance we might, in some like, corner of the screen we see Dewey grabbing him by his collar to shake him angrily or smthn
It's a small thing also, but I like how we also get to see the guy next to Hyuna react to Luka's blatant idiocy. Like, yeah he's being an idiot, and yeah people are around to see it. Idk, it's small but it just makes it all feel more real to me
^ this guy is all of us watching at home as Luka ignores the gun aimed at his head and runs for hyuna lmao
Also, Luka's hands are now colored in as purple when he's a child here, so that may have just been a coloring error earlier. So throw out what I said about his hands not being purple when he was young into the bin, oops!
So then we're back to seeing more flashes of life, and what we are given is Hyuna's grief, and Hyuna's fear.
A man, presumably some resistance member, dying as they cry and watch him pass. And then Hyuna, in the hospital.
The focus on her leg, and then the abrupt cut to what I think must be the moment that she lost it, then again a cut to the round of alien stage she lost (where she was supposed to have died) and another cut to her crying, scared, makes me think we're seeing a sort of rewind of her joining the resistance
Did she lose her leg in her escape from alien stage maybe? Either way, I like this shift from like, we've seen all these good memories of life, and now we're back to the bleak. Hyuna learned to smile, got to heal, but there were still so many dark moments too
Also: I don't know who this guy is, but he's cute and I want him carnally.
AND THEN JUST THE SHIFT FROM CUTE HYUNA AND LUKA TO HER FUCKING BLEEDING OUT IN HIS FUCKING ARMSMSSSSSS IM GONNA BE FUCKING SICK WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And also Luka's fingers are back to being not purple, so was it a miscolor, or...?
And then. Hyuna's speech. This is one of the very few times we get to hear an alien stage character just,, talk. Off the top of my head, the only time I can remember us getting that is My Clematis, the very first round of alien stage. And that talk was half exposition.
It's so well done, and just. Ag. Ah. A.
I dont even have the words tbh!!!
"I resented you so. I had to keep moving forward in every moment... But you were always my one and only weakness. (choking up) That's why I resented you so. Luka, live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty, and live and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself... Again and again, endlessly. because everything... begins from there.
I DONT EVEN KNOW MAN !!! WHAT THE FUCK !!! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK !!!!
Hyuna admitting that even as she's always resented Luka, he has always been and always remained her weakness, and that is why she continued to resent him so much
Hyuna urging Luka to love. To forgive himself. To feel.
Luka, who we've always seen as untouchable, a man who knows how to play this game-- who has won it before and now plays with his opponents in order to win it again. Just, him tearing up. His mask cracking in the face of Hyuna's words, of her blood on her face (on his hands)
THE FACT THAT IT IS LITERALLY LUKA'S FAULT SHE'S THERE!!!! THAT SHE'S NOW DYING !!!!
Luka has always been blind to everything but Hyuna, and going with some interpretations of how we've seen him do dumb shit just to see Hyuna's face before (specifically when we saw him injure (potentially kill(??)) Hyuna's little brother, then smile up at Hyuna like he was just waiting for her reaction) it is. So fitting that this is how it ends
With Luka, once again blind to everything but the girl who can make him feel something, managing to kill that girl in his blindness
Fucking rip!!
I AM HUFFING COPIUM LIKE ITS PAINT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HYUNA IS DEAD PLEASEEEE !! YEHA OK SURE HER LIGHT WENT OUT BUT WE WERENT SHOWN THE BODY IT DOESNT COUNT OK IT DOESNT COUNT SHUT THE FUCK UP
AND MEANWHILE MIZI DIDNT EVEN SEE HYUNA GET SHOT BECAUSE SHE'S STILL SOBBING OVER TILL'S CORPSE IN HER ARMS, FUCK
Anyways. Final thoughts.
This alien stage was. Wonderful. Beautiful. It may be my new favorite.
Every second of it was so well done, and I need to applause Vivinos for once again showing off that she knows how to make all of us cry by drawing her characters happy.
What the fuck, man!!
Anyways, I watched most of this without subtitles (and when I did watch with titles, I kept getting distracted by the pretty visuals and couldn't focus) So, I possibly misread/misunderstood a thing or two.
I'm gonna go watch it like 10 more times with subtitles on this time, then maybe realize smthn and feel regret, but, whatever
Go watch alien stage.
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it really IS interesting how controversial liking tommy/finding tommy compelling is in this fandom. like. it's the people do and say shitty things and we don't judge them for it forever show. i do wonder how different tommy's arc is taken if he's not evan buckley's love interest. and this is not a moral judgment about whether people should or shouldn't like him, though i personally do. i think people do and don't like characters for many reasons. it's honestly fine to just not like a character cos they're in the way of your otp. (though i do wish people would just say that's why sometimes.)
no one has to like any character, but i do find the vitriol thrown at people who enjoy him as a character to be completely wild. like you don't have to like him but alternatively, we don't have to dislike him for whatever reason other's have determined he's unlikeable. like relating to or liking a fictional character shouldn't dictate anything. it's morally neutral. even thinking a character who Did Bad Things Isn't A Bad Person is morally neutral. because none of these people are real. but you wouldn't think so because of fandom.
idk im just thinking about it. it's so interesting on the everyone's a cheater, someone caused the death of their own children + 100 other people, everyone is a liar show that tommy's sins are insurmountable. when all of his bad acts happened 20 years ago and the people who he wronged (hen, chim) have been shown to be okay with him now - even hung out with him *at the time*. i just think fandom's take on tommy is so interesting.
completely separate from shipping, i find him interesting. i find his arc in the begins episodes interesting. i like him in the bucktommy arc. i'm compelled by him. (ftr, i've liked pretty much every love interest - including taylor kelly, so there's that). whether or not he gets back together with buck (obviously, as i am first and foremost team buddie and this isn't likely to change even if buddie isn't to be canon), this will remain true and i'll want to explore him as a character.
it's just interesting to me how polarizing he is, even beyond just being a love interest. idk. just thinking.
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Part 1 here.
TW: idk, angst, fem!reader is a traitor, Simon Riley is pissed. Mention of blood, torture. Let me know if I've missed anything.
Part 2
Two Months Ago
The rain poured in heavy sheets, drenching everything in sight. The hum of boots on the wet ground was the only sound for miles, the usual military chatter dampened by the storm. It was an ambushâan unexpected one, but Ghostâs team was trained for this. Still, it didnât stop the tension from building between everyone.
You next to him were different tonight. Normally, you'd crack jokes or shoot him a sly grin, but tonight, you were all business. Eyes focused, lips pressed into a thin line.
âGot a feeling about this one,â he muttered, his voice cutting through the rain.
You glanced at him, face shadowed by the brim of your helmet. âWhat kind of feeling?â
He didnât answer immediately, watching surroundings instead. âThe kind you donât ignore.â
You nodded, but your eyes held something else. Something darker. âWeâll be ready.â
Your voice was quiet, almost too quiet. He wasnât sure if it was the rain or something else in the air, but it felt like you were already bracing for something.
You set up camp that night in an abandoned building, the walls crumbling and the roof barely keeping the rain at bay. Ghost sat against the far wall, the cold of the stone seeping through his gear, but it didnât bother him. He had other things on his mind.
His eyes kept drifting to you. You were seated across the room, the flicker of the candlelight casting shadows on your face.
âYouâre quiet,â he said, breaking the silence.
You didnât look up. âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â
Your eyes flickered to his, then away. You didnât answer right away, but he could tell you were weighing something in your mind. Something you weren't ready to share.
It wasnât like you to be so closed off.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice softer than usual.
This time, you met his gaze. Lips curled into a half-smile that didnât quite reach your eyes. âIâm fine, Ghost. You worry too much.â
But Ghost wasnât convinced.
He leaned forward, the weight of the unspoken between you settling on his shoulders. âYouâre lying.â
Your eyes darkened, something flickering in the depths of them that made his stomach turn. You looked away again.
âYou know,â you began slowly, âsometimes I wonder if weâre all justââ you stopped yourself, catching the words before they left your mouth.
âJust what?â he pressed, though he already had an inkling.
But you shook your head, as if you had already said too much. âNever mind.â
Ghost studied yoy for a moment. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his gut, deep where his instincts screamed at him to pay attention.
You stood abruptly, grabbing your gear. âIâm going for a walk. Iâll be back in a few minutes.â
His gaze followed you, but he didnât move. âDonât go far.â
He waited. And waited.
And when you still hadnât returned by the time the others began settling in, he stood and grabbed his rifle.
It was a mistake not to follow you sooner.
Back to the Present.
The memory hits him hard, and for a moment, Ghost almost forgets where he is. Heâs back in the rain-soaked building, watching you disappear into the night without a second glance, trusting that you'd be back.
But you hadnât.
And now here you are, sitting in front of him, bound to a chair, the traitor he should have known was hiding beneath the surface.
The worst part? He doesnât know if he can still trust his instincts anymore.
He leans in close, his voice a low rasp. âI shouldâve followed you that night.â
Your lips twitch into a mockery of a smile. âMaybe you wouldnât have been able to stop me.â
He growls low, fists clenching at his sides. âStop playing games, you donât get toââ
But you're already shaking your head, like you know the question before he asks it.
âYou never asked the right questions, Simon.â
The way you say his nameâhis real nameâstings in a way he canât explain.
âYou were always too busy watching, waiting,â you continue, eyes cold. âBut you never listened.â
Ghostâs breath catches. âWhat are you talking about?â
You lean forward slightly, just enough to challenge him. âI didnât betray you because I wanted to. I did it because you left me no choice.â
Eight Months Ago
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper. A single laptop screen glowed in the darkness, its light reflecting in your tired eyes.
You weren't supposed to be here. Weren't supposed to be going through these files.
But something wasnât adding up.
Your team had taken down a cartel stronghold two weeks agoâa clean mission, no civilians harmed, no loose ends. Or so they thought.
But then you saw the reports. Leaked documents. Missing people. Names that shouldnât have been on that list.
And one name in particular had made your stomach drop.
Your brother.
He had been dead for years. Or so you had believed.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as the reality settled over you like a weight you couldnât shake.
The cartel hadnât killed him.
Your pulse pounded as you scrolled through classified files, mind racing to make sense of it. Ghostâs teamâyour teamâhad been fed false intel. You had executed a mission based on lies.
The organization you had dedicated your life to wasnât what you thought it was.
And now, you had a choice.
Because if your brother was still aliveâif there was even a chanceâyou weren't going to leave him behind.
Not like last time.
And if that meant betraying everything you'd ever known?
So be it.
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