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lover-of-mine · 10 months ago

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gg here

so this is going to be long

you and the people reading your blog need to understand something: the people shipping bt are mostly destiel, i don’t know how may of you have seen spn or ship destiel but this knowledge is important

when we got tommy kissing buck most people compared this to destiel, buck to dean and his bisexuality and the now diehard bt stans started comparing misha and lfjr saying how their characters even if supposed to be on the show just for a few episodes they were so loved by the fans that the screewriters decided to keep them and this really happened with misha/castiel but this character was added in a show where there wasn’t major ship (the only one was wincest but even you can understand how impossible was even the thought of canonizing a romantic relationship between two brothers) but mostly castiel was a brand new character while tommy has a past and not a very beautiful one so two different scenarios but that’s not all because they started comparing the parasocial relationship misha has with his fans with the one lfjr has with his stans

i don’t know how many of you were or are on twt since the start but pictures this:

we have lou this brand new actor for our little silly weewoo show he’s kissing ostark, thanks to tommy we have bi buck, people are celebrating, people want to see how this will play out but we still ship buddie we are just enjoying it (bree/kinarscoffee made a post saying how she was happy that tommy could help with buddie canon) then lfjr started interact with them: at the beginning he was shy and not so bold he was the one spilling the beans about tommy/eddie, he was the one telling how bt was a stepping stone for buddie and how tommy was aware that something was happening between buck and eddie (mind you at the time his cameos where 50$)

then he started seeing his fanbase grow, he started responding to hc, telling them if they liked his idea about the chin grab, talking about the sexy times between tommy and buck, he started telling sob stories about tommy, started sending videos on their discord about bt so they finally found the same thing they had with misha

they started contacting con organization to ask them to have lou because they wanted the m&g, the photo, cosplaying him, proposal in front of him dressed like buck and tommy (im not criticizing who wants to go to the con, i went to a spn one years ago but it’s not my thing so not a critique), being recognized by him (if you watch the video they post on tt you will see to how many con they went to see misha) and lfjr is the only one who could give them this kind of relationship because ostark, rg, aisha aren’t interested in cons especially ostark

then they started buying the famous LOUniform, a shirt he had in one of his pic, a limited edition just 500 pieces; they went to pride, to disneyword (making photo with disney characters and tagging lou)

they started interacting with his sister and she started interacting with them

they went so far to defend and protect him, they made video defending him, saying that he was just a baby (30yo) sharing funny memes and how everyone did it, they called queer ppl homophobe, called black and poc racist, they stomped on their beliefs for him

they got blocked by people, they got a bad reputation, they are hated and always treated like stupid, they aren’t acknowledged by ostark and now lfjr stopped being friends with them

so they payed a lot of money for him, they bought his shirt, they did so many things for him and now he is ignoring them so they are shocked how dare him act like this when they made him? when they did all of this for him? other are just chanting “his mental health his poverty mental health” like a justification for the fact that he isn’t playing with them anymore

Hello, love, when I tell you I read the word destiel and almost poured myself actual tea to sip while reading this, I'm not kidding, that first paragraph legit made me go "oh they're trying to emulate Misha" and then strapped in for a ride.

The thing is, I kinda get the Misha comparison, I was never in that deep in the supernatural fandom, but I did watch the show as it was airing until season 7 and adjacently followed for the rest of it, so the whole being brought in on a season after a strike, a shiny new love interest, someone else to try to interact with. But like you said, supernatural didn't have a established ship because you can't really make incest a thing, so Cas was a a breath of fresh air. And like, anything is more compelling than shipping literal incest. Cas brought in something the show didn't have. Tommy was never gonna be that, because we have Eddie and you can't really replace Eddie with Tommy. What happened with Misha is a once in a lifetime situation, you can't recreate that.

Also, I can't believe the cameos were 50$ when this madness started. But I do remember the initial interactions with him, the chin grab and stuff like. But damn, this was a ride from start to finish. But I feel like something clicked in my brain, they make sense to me now. I'm still speechless but...

#im legit staring at my phone #im gonna publish this one because i dont know what else to say #911 #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌#spy network

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thinkin-bout-milgram · 2 years ago

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Purge March: Initial Thoughts

Hello everybody! Sorry this took so long to get out, I got more distracted by real-life stuff than I expected since the drop. I made the decision back on the night of the Amane drop to wait for the audio drama and give myself time to think, and I'm glad I did, because in my opinion, Amane's case is really complicated.

I used the audio drama translation done by @/muu_kusunoki on twitter, which I'll link here, I'll also be doing a lot of referencing both the Purge March (PM) MV and the Magic MV. This is still going in as my Initial Thoughts rather than a synthesis theory, but it'll definitely be closer to synthesis than normal.

As usual, I'll be making bolded claims and then discussing them. Let's get started!

TW: Many kinds of abuse, indoctrination, murder, animal death suicide

The person Amane healed WAS actually a cat.

Truly insane. I'd assumed the whole time that the orange cat was symbolic for a human, but it's actually genuinely just a cat. That sort of throws out the whole theory from Magic that Riyone didn't have a role listed because their role related to the falling stage light, meaning that the injury on the cat was staged.

...Wait.

I think it still makes sense that the cat's injury was staged. Rather than being staged because the cat did something inherently wrong, though, I think it's more likely that the cat was staged to test Amane's belief of cult doctrine. She knows she's not supposed to heal using medicine, but here's an injured cat, just waiting for you. Amane takes the bait and heals the cat (the good thing to do), and as a result, she gets punished. Tased, it seems.

Riyone is the one responsible for electric torture. Because of that, I'm going to make the claim that Riyone was the one with the taser in the MV.

I've seen a couple different posts floating around say that they believe this is Amane's mother. The most convincing piece of evidence I've seen is from this alleged picture of the storyboards, but I have no idea how this was procured or if it's legit.

I think Riyone being Amane's mother makes a lot of sense, though. I mentioned earlier how Riyone doesn't have a listed role at intro like everyone else; that's probably because, to Amane, the role is just "mom." We know Amane's dad is frequently gone, so this probably isn't him. Additionally, it seems like Amane may live in this house we see in the MV, and as soon as she gets home, this other person is there. It would make the most sense if this person was her mother.

So, based on that, Amane's mother (Riyone) would have placed an injured cat right outside of their house to see what Amane would do. Amane heals the cat, and that results in Amane being punished for it. Punished, in this case, for interfering with divine will by using medicine to counteract fate.

Being the flag associated with destiny, it makes sense if Riyone is the one upholding the torture related to the cat. The cat seems to be dead and gone later, too, so it's likely that Riyone "fixed" destiny by killing it. But, in that case, who's that other guy?

Gozake is responsible for the water torture.

Safe enough claim. It's right there.

Anyways, the important thing is that means the hand you can see here is Gozake's.

This seems like it's in the same house as before, which I've theorized as Amane's house. If I'm right, that means that either Gozake is her dad, Gozake has access to her house despite not living there (the most plausible imo), or that all the cult leaders actually live here and it's more of a shared housing situation. In any case, what's important is that Gozake was in Amane's living space and tortured her there.

For what, though?

If I'm right that Riyone was the one handling torture related to the cat, that means Gozake was focused on something else. Let's check out those flags.

"Discard vulgarity" just kinda sounds like not swearing at first glance. However, vulgarity is defined as a more general lack of sophistication. I take this one to mean something like, "Behave in a way that is befitting of the cult."

Gozake seems to be in control of the cult's image and what they say to the public or something like that. So, to me, I think this means that Gozake punished Amane for outwardly doing something that the cult didn't approve of. Could also be the cat, could be something else. From Gachata flicking Amane at the beginning, it seems like the torture wasn't limited to "big mistakes" in the cult's eyes. Anything she did wrong could result in intense punishment.

Gozake is the one she killed.

If it's one, anyways. I'm still not fully convinced that she only killed one cult leader, but that's doesn't matter at the moment. Right now, my job is to convince you that Gozake is extremely dead.

The biggest point against him is the fact that Amane's prisoner card in UNDERCOVER shows that her murder took place in the shower.

It's kind of hard to see, but that's a bathroom. Based on the other prisoners' cards, it seems like the location on the cards is the location that their murder/related death incident occurred. Because Gozake was the one who tortured Amane in the shower specifically, that's a pretty bad look for him.

There's also plenty of reason to believe that at least one of the cult leaders is the one who died. All of Amane's lyrics about how she was sorry, but now the roles are reversed, makes total sense if a previous abuser of hers was begging for her mercy against being killed. Plus, there's the scene towards the end of Purge March where she's twirling her baton. It goes from clean to bloody at around 2:17.

Notably, this shot is taken from between times it shows the four cult leaders up on the cloud. We never see them again after this. (That's part of why I believe all four could possibly be dead, but I honestly don't consider it very relevant.)

We already know that Amane's murder weapon is a pole of some kind based on her kill shot of Es in UNDERCOVER.

She also uses her magic wand in Magic similarly. The point is, we know that Amane killed someone via whacking them with a pole. That's what we see in the end shot of Purge March.

That person? That's Amane's victim. Or, one of them, anyways.

Amane may have had multiple victims.

Again, I don't know how much it really matters, but it's definitely possible. That person looks like they're killed in the bedroom or something, right? And there's the light on in the bathroom.

I've seen some people say that they just think the person (Gozake) crawled from the bathroom to the bedroom before Amane finished them off. However... why?

What situation would that help in? I'm under the impression that the door out of the house is the other way, so if the victim crawled to escape, they'd likely head the other way. Additionally, Amane is still a twelve year old girl. If there were a prolonged fight, it seems like it would favor the grown ass man. So, this would have to mean that Amane would partially damage him before he crawled, out of the bathroom but AWAY from the front door. That doesn't make sense to me.

There's also the question of what Amane's murder weapon is. Let's look at that shower scene again.

A clothes washer (I think), a sink, some sort of pole thing (is that part of the clothes washer? Or is it more of a vacuum or something?), and some conspicuous bleach.

A big question for me is what that pole thing is. Could that be Amane's murder weapon? Is it detachable enough to bring to the bedroom? That's really relevant.

Basically, I think there's two options based on this.

The pole is detachable. Amane hits the guy's face with bleach and he tries to crawl away, but can't see where he's going. She then carries the pole over to the bedroom and finishes him off there.

Amane uses the bleach to kill him in the bathroom, leaving him there with the light on. Then, Amane uses either that pole or a different one and heads to the bedroom, killing whoever else is there (probably Riyone, if I had to guess).

I'm honestly kind of partial to 1 now that I've written it out. However, there is also this:

This is Amane's associated image from UNDERCOVER. We don't know what it relates to, exactly; we just know that it's something to do with her.

I would... assume that this is someone in the shower, based on the water torture. However, when I first saw it (and I know this is true for others, too), I thought it was rain. The way the water drops fall looks more like rain to me. And, based on what we saw, Amane was kneeling on the shower floor. That means that it should be Gozake in the shower, thus invalidating the theory that Gozake crawled out of the shower before getting finished off in the bedroom.

Except, what if it is rain?

If it is rain, that makes this matter a hell of a lot more. Because, if that isn't in the shower, that means that someone ended up on the ground like that outside of that house. Possibly someone who never entered the house, possibly someone who never entered the cult. Who knows!

...Possibly the little girl with the balloon?

Obviously if that's the case, it's someone related to the cult. Still, the sky is clearly the same sky, at least. There's the same rainbow despite the same clouds. Plus, we see the little girl's balloon wander off later in the MV. Maybe something happened to her?

I don't know what her involvement is otherwise. I don't know why she's important enough to be depicted. Interestingly, I believe Amane is the only one who hasn't gotten the reveal of someone important's actual face in the second round. We've seen a LOT of people with impact on her life, but none of them have been singled out with actual facial detail. Unless you count the swarm of Amanes, I guess.

Amane has or expects to take over a cult leader role.

She sees herself leading the Purge March. She seems to place herself in a position of authority. This, I'm sure, also relates to a very complex self image she likely possesses, but the fact of the matter is, she's the one leading it.

If she killed at least one cult leader (likely, Gozake is so dead), she might believe that she'd be the one to replace them. We don't know if this is true or not; Mu doesn't know what happened to her surrounding any legal punishments or authorities or anything, so it's possible that Amane doesn't actually know what the aftermath of her murder would end up being.

Still, it's something to consider. If Amane, unchanged, returned to the world, she could very believably recruit others into the cult and continue the cycle.

Amane wants to be innocent, but she has changed the meaning of what an innocent verdict is.

Amane is pulling a Trial 1 Kotoko. She's offered Es a deal surrounding verdicts. That makes it much harder for us to communicate with Amane, because she changed what the verdict means.

Much like Kotoko in Trial 1, Amane's Trial 2 audio drama is her guiding Es through the discussion she wants to happen. She tells Es that she wants Milgram's forgiveness so she can turn it into the ideal world for her cult.

That means that, if we vote Amane innocent, she likely will take it as Es approving Milgram for her cult. That's obviously bad, but the other prisoners (other than maybe like Haruka) are hopefully not impressionable enough for it to be a problem?

However, I still do believe Amane wants to be innocent. She asks Es to remember her pleas for forgiveness at the end of the Purge March MV. We all forgive Amane; the question is how to tell Amane that we forgive her disobedience and we're sorry for the situation she grew up in without approving the cult's beliefs.

It's wrong to torture a child in order to get them to conform to your beliefs.

This is what Amane's story is about. The cult leaders tortured Amane until she was brainwashed into their beliefs. Amane insists that, just because her beliefs aren't the norm, that doesn't make them wrong.

Arguably, a guilty verdict could be seen as doing the exact same thing. We'd be subjecting Amane to audio torture, at least, given that we know guilty prisoners are bombarded nonstop with the reasons why people voted them guilty. She would also be restrained, and due to Kotoko's attacks, we know it's at least hypothetically possible she could get physically injured from it to.

That's obviously not cool. Don't like that part.

Amane wants to kill Shidou.

Amane warned us that Shidou's actions (saving Mahiru's life and healing up Futa) disobey with her beliefs, and if we don't do something about it, she'll have to take action. It's not entirely clear whether that means she'll punish Shidou as she was punished, or if she'll attack Mahiru to kill her as God intended.

Either way, it's bad news for Mahiru if that happens. It's been directly stated that Mahiru is in a critical condition, and it's possible that the removal of Shidou as her doctor could kill her even if she doesn't get hurt again. If Amane killed Shidou, it could mean both of them could die.

However, Kazui has also promised that, if he gets an innocent verdict, he'll protect anyone he can from harm. Kazui could take Amane in a fight (I forget where but somewhere it's established that Kazui is the strongest in a fight, plus he beat Kotoko who I assume could easily beat Amane), so hopefully Kazui will be able to protect Shidou.

That also opens up the door for a weird possibility, though, which is the case of Haruka. Given that, in this case, Kazui would be focused on protecting Shidou and/or Mahiru from Amane, that means that Kazui would likely not have time to look after other prisoners, such as Haruka, who's threatened suicide if we voted Mu guilty. Which we did.

So, basically, the whole thing's a mess and voting Amane innocent makes it much more likely that someone dies, whether that someone is Shidou, Mahiru, Haruka or some combination.

VERDICT: ???

If you couldn't tell, the last four sections are me deliberating on which verdict to give her. In my opinion, there are a lot of arguments in both directions, which makes it difficult to decide. If I was ignoring meta voting, I'd obviously vote innocent, given that Amane is a highly traumatized child and she killed her abuser(s). That's forgivable. However, given other circumstances surrounding the dynamics of her vote, I have doubts on if it's really the "right" move.

I think that with Amane, there's no good option. To be clear, I don't regret the Trial 1 guilty verdict. I've seen a lot of people saying that this state of no good options is a result of stupid people thinking guilty was right last trial. I think that an innocent verdict would just mean that she'd be like Kotoko is right now, believing that she's right without a shadow of a doubt. Milgram is mean, intentionally. They weren't going to give us good options either way.

As a result, given that I can tell a lot of people have WAY stronger opinions on this one than I do, I'm currently not actually voting. If the margin gets close enough, I'll probably commit to a direction, but for now, I'm letting the rest of the fanbase steer the verdict. I was fully team guilty when I was worried about Kazui getting a guilty verdict. With Kazui innocent, I'm much more open to the possibility of forgiving Amane, because that verdict hopefully won't cost Shidou and/or Mahiru's lives.

If you have a convincing theory or argument in either the innocent or guilty direction, please let me know! If I'm ever convinced enough, I'll probably start voting, but for right now, I'm honestly neutral on the verdict.

NOTE: don't yell at anyone. Do not insult anyone else or get aggressive when pushing for a verdict. This is a fan blog for a fictional series that exists to have fun solving mysteries and calmly discussing ethics. Please, have fun and don't take this too seriously.

#milgram #ミルグラム #admin venus #amane momose #milgram theory #sorry this one is WAY late #i know i said that earlier #i'm glad i waited though i feel like i was able to get a lot better ideas in #i used to be a hardcore amane guilty truther #now i'm just kinda fine either way #it is what it is baby #anyways please enjoy #also they like SUPER changed the chorus lyric translation #if you go back to the song teasers the lyrics are very different #like “i will destroy you a distorted vision needs to be purged” instead of “i disavow you eyes corrupted must be crushed”#i guess it's largely the same thing but the intensity of the violence got lessened for the final version if anyone's curious

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year ago

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A/N: there are elements of this that you won't understand, but that's alright because I still working out of the kinks of these moving bits and pieces. all you need to know is that reader is a very eligible royal, looking to mingle with court members and royal staff alike.

After this piece is posted, I will be going on a hiatus for a couple weeks in order to finish my semester as best as possible. I've also developed a minor cold, so I think this will be good for me. I'm planning to make a return with another series, so you'll know when I'm back. :)

TW: Attempted first person from most of the girls

Summary: You receive seven letters, written to the same person, about the same topic - a proposal. The question is - what do you do now?

♡ Masterlist ♡

To a dearest friend,

I hope all is well within the kingdom walls. It has simply been too long since you, Handong, Dami, and I have gone for tea and scones, like the old days. I know you have much to worry about, especially with the rising uproar within the Court of Sagitta, but I wish for you to unburden your load with me, at least for a moment.

I, as representative and ambassador from the Court of Pictor, wish to see my court thrive along with the kingdom as a whole. I suppose this seems quite strange, as my court is known to be quite peaceful, but I do not mean for this to be seen negatively. I assure you my intentions are pure. You will assume the best of me, right? Of course you will. You’ve always been so much better than the petty squabbles and dangerous drama that the court system is about.

What I am about to suggest will come off as bold, and I am well aware of that. As the oldest court ambassador, I must set a precedent as I assume I will not be the last to say such things to you.

I am offering you my hand in marriage, with no price or deal or string attached. You and I could rule side by side. Would that not be something great?

I feel I may be pressuring you, so I will back away now. I fully support your decision to choose whoever will be the best fit for you and for the kingdom. I know you will make the right choice. We are all counting on you, remember?

Perhaps we could chat about this over tea sometime? It feels quite informal and stifling to be speaking to you over such a medium, let alone something of this importance.

Please respond to this letter as soon as you feel compelled to. As my founder once said, matters of the heart cannot be decided overnight. You must take time to decide, even if my feelings are harmed in the matter.

I care for you, my dearest royal. I can only hope that you feel the same.

Yours truly,

JiU

To the Ruler Themselves,

Listen, I am no literary genius like Dami, or sweet and caring, like JiU. I am not creative and unbiased like Handong or hard-working and truthful like Yoohyeon. I suppose I share similarities with Siyeon above all, but she and I are different in many ways as well.

This is simply too formal for me, I tell you! Why does such a matter need to be inscribed with ink, quill, and parchment? Why can I not express my desire, my want towards you?

I wish for your hand in marriage, your highness. I believe that my military genius could be of use to the crown, as I am your highest ranking royal guard.

As your personal guard, however, we have developed a close and sincere relationship. You are someone who I can freely be beside without caring about formalities or kinship. I hope I am the same to you, as you are a person of value and great importance to me, and I cannot lose you.

Will you at least consider my offer? I know I stand little chance against those stuffed coats who sit in the courtroom all day, but I figured that I shall throw my hat into the ring if everyone else is going to do the same.

Tomorrow, can we meet by the water fountain when the bell tower tolls midnight, like we used to do when we were younger? I have something to show you, but my words are unable to describe the greatness of what I hold for you~

Come and see me then before I drag you out of your bedchambers myself.

SuA

Your Highness,

Letters have never been a strength of mine. My charms are much stronger in person, but you would know so little about that.

I find it intriguing that you are the one person in the world, not considering other court members, that have not fallen for my charms. What, then, is your weakness?

You never swoon over other people, but you can make people fall for you without sparing another breath. How can you bewitch others so easily? How have you managed to bewitch me?

It shall forever remain a mystery, and that is quite fine with me. I enjoy this coy game that we are playing, and I shall make a move that you would never expect from me.

I am asking for your hand in marriage. I know you may cross me off of your list, considering my antics and ancestry, but I ask for your grace and mercy. I will try to improve my attendance and effort in court-related duties. I shall do and be anything you ask of me, whether or not you chose me to rule by your side.

All I ask is for you to think of me kindly. You will do that, right? Other court members speak highly of you, and I can only hope that what they speak of is true.

Come meet me next week for a party you shall never forget. Bring your best attire, but make it something that you are not afraid to spoil with wine and food. We, at the Court of Delphinus, will make sure that your attendance is worth your time.

I apologize for my bothersome behavior in the past, and I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. You must, otherwise this letter is for naught.

Sleep well, dear royal, and I look forward to seeing you in the future in my future.

Best of luck,

Siyeon

To the Royal Household,

If this letter is not being read by the royal heir themselves, I ask that this letter be sent to them swiftly. Do not read any further unless the royal has received my correspondence.

Dearest Royal, I hope that all is well within and outside of the kingdom walls. I understand that there has been turbulence with certain factions, but I hope that you have been sleeping well. We need a ruler who has been taking care of themselves, and I hope that you have been following that guidance as well.

I suppose this is not the first letter that you have received about this, and I doubt that mine will be the last. Instead of offering you a proposal, I offer an opportunity: a trip through the history of the Court of Corvus.

There is much history within the walls of the building that Corvus sponsors, and I am sure that you will enjoy going through all of it. We have much artistic talent, both in written word and visual masterpieces.

I do not wish to pressure you into one decision or another, so I offer you an alternative. Come and spend a day with me, and we can go from there. Maybe some jewelry is involved, but I assure you, the Court of Corvus will treat you finely.

Thank you for everything,

Handong

From the Esteemed Court of Sagitta,

Our Yoohyeon, as the ambassador for the Court of Sagitta, would like to make her bid into the competition for the Royal Heir’s hand in marriage. We will do as the Kingdom requests of us, including forgiving the heir of their trespasses against us in the past, present, and future.

We have but one noble request of the heir. As you are probably aware, the Court of Sagitta has traditionally held a trial from members of our Court to prove themselves in numerous ways. We would like the heirship to adapt this format for choosing a partner for the heir, and if so, the Court of Sagitta promises to forgive all trespasses that other courts have done against us, and we will pay reparations for any possible transgressions that we may have committed in the past.

Thank you for your consideration, time, and patience, Our Future Ruler,

The Office of The Court of Sagitta

To The Dearest Future Royal,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a position well enough to receive a letter of such importance. I do not wish to urge or rush you, but rather, I want to inform you of my wishes regarding our relationships.

As future heir to the Pearl Kingdom, I know that you are required to choose a partner to reign beside. I have heard whispers from other courts and how they wish to earn your favor. I must be honest, the urging of my own court, along with certain members, has prompted me to do the same.

I must be honest with you, my dear royal. Although the motivations of my court may be muddled, my heart’s intentions are as clear as they can be. I want to provide you with nothing but the best for you and your kingdom.

And, if I may say, the motivation from Wonyoung and Ryujin has forced me to reveal my hand. Wonyoung especially, but Ryujin has done her part in keeping me on my toes. I think you appreciate their company as much as I do, so you know what I mean.

The New Year is approaching soon, so you know what that means, right? The Pyxis New Year is a celebration for the ages, and I hope you will accompany me there.

Sincerely, ever in your favor, grace, and honor,

Dami

I apologize in advance for the informality of this letter, your highness. There is only so much formalness that you can format into a small napkin that you did not use for dinner service.

As many before me have probably said, I wish for your hand in marriage. I know that I do not have much to offer, but I can promise happiness and lots of love in the future.

Thank you for all that you do for me, your highness, and I look forward to our next meeting.

Gahyeon

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theflyindutchwoman · 2 years ago

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I am curious, when do you think Lucy realized Tim had feelings for her?

That's hard to say! You know, for someone who seems to share a lot, Lucy can be very guarded with her feelings… leaving the door wide open for very different interpretations.

I think her 'confession' to Tim in 5.08 gives us some clues in that regard. Specifically this part right here : If we do this and it doesn't work, I'll have ruined the most important relationship in my life. […] So we should just keep going the way we have been, right?. The fact that she doesn't even hesitate in using the pronoun 'we' makes me believe that she is past questioning his feelings for her… Even after his ambiguous "you're right", she simply takes it as his way of agreeing with her that they should maintain the status quo. But at no point during this conversation does she seem to doubt that he has feelings for her. Their extent? Yes. Hence her saying "I'll have ruined the most important relationship in my life" and not 'we'. But that he has feelings for her? No. The only time she looks surprised is when he tells her they're worth the risk. It's even more striking once we compare this statement to how she fake-confessed her feelings for Tim back in 3.09 : "I have feelings for you". I know she was trolling him but her choice of words during the whole speech is very different… and telling.

So when did she figure it out? My guess would be during their undercover op, in 5.01. She may have had some inklings here and there before that - that actually was a part of her fake-confession, though I'm not sure she was really serious since she was simply trying to make a point… even if she wasn't wrong… But I think that when Tim tried to address what was happening between them in Vegas, that's truly when she realised that he might have feelings for her. I think she misinterpreted him at first, and once she saw his disappointed face, she started to piece the puzzle together. Only they got interrupted by Angela's call and the bad guys… So all of this took a backseat. I believe that's why she was bold enough to invite him in when he was walking her home. By that point, she knew that he was at the very least attracted to her. The fact that he came in, after saying he shouldn't, pretty much confirmed it for her : she knows Tim, she knows his character. He wouldn't have crossed that line if he didn't have some feelings for her. They both understood what him coming in meant… What they didn't know is if the other wanted to explore these feelings even further. And unfortunately, they didn't get to that part, courtesy of Rosalind. It went downhill fast afterwards.

So when Tim told her it was time to move on, she was even more confused and she probably interpreted this as his way of telling her they weren't worth the risk. That she wasn't worth the risk. This scene felt so much like a breakup and I imagine this is how she took it. Even though they weren't together. It's not until Tim tells her that she deserves to be with "someone who's worth the effort" that she gets the last confirmation she needs… The way he shies away after saying this, as if he has just divulged too much… All the while, she is watching him, trying to figure him out. It's a moment that stuck out for me. But like I said, this is really open to interpretation :)

#ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

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evaslytherpuff · 1 year ago

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Desperate For Sanctuary

Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Friends to lovers, Yandere OC

18+ MDNI!!!

Characters are 18+ in this fic!!!

Tag list: @myrachondria @hotcinnam0nspicy @moongurl95 @localravenclaw I appreciate that you all support this story and the characters, this fanfic is very dear to me! Thank you for reading!🥹💙

CW: Ominis experiences night terrors, Small conversation about death

If any of the above warnings may trigger you, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Chapter 3

Vivian's POV

Vivian had a wonderful first day. Tout simplement incroyable, simply amazing. Being placed in Slytherin, doing a fantastic job in her assignments, making new friends, and being paired up with a beautiful boy in a few of her classes. She fully intended to enjoy Hogwarts but wouldn't allow herself to be distracted. That plan completely fell to pieces when she laid eyes on Ominis Gaunt. The gorgeous, stoic, and elegant young man that sat alone at their house table.

There were plenty of spaces to sit but curiosity killed the cat and Vivian wanted to sit by him. She was stopped by an Irish girl with dark brown hair and even darker eyes. She was also a fellow Slytherin and Vivian learned her name was Imelda Reyes and she was a seventh year too. She introduced Vivian to the "important people" who sat at their table but she noticed that Imelda left out the blond boy.

"Who is that, Imelda?" She asked and tilted her head in his direction in case he saw her. She didn't want people to think that she was staring or being creepy but something about him just stood out. There was a presence about him and he stuck out more than anyone else in the Slytherin house.

"Oh, don't worry about him. You see how he sits by himself, he does that for a reason. Let's go this way." Imelda tugged on her arm but Vivian was undeterred, letting her inquisitiveness take hold. She pulled away and strode over to his spot and stood beside him as he picked at his food. After he welcomed her to sit there, sort of reluctantly, she learned his name and that he and Imelda aren't too fond of one another. What really caught Vivian's attention was his eyes. They were absolutely breathtaking. It didn't take much to deduce that he was blind, his irises were stunning, but held no pupils. She wondered if it bothered him and hoped that it didn't, they were simply exquisite. This only made him more fascinating and Vivian even more curious and eager to know this boy. After a tense chat and introductions, he quickly ate his food and pulled out his wand, then used it to navigate his way out of the great hall.

"So that is how he gets around the castle. That's truly interesting." Vivian stared after him.

"You wouldn't want to waste your time on Ominis, he probably won't even give you the time of day. That boy is as bold as brass and most students find him intimidating. I don't, I just see him as odd." Imelda shrugged.

"I always thought he was cute but Sebastian was way better looking and flirty." Grace blushed.

"Sebastian never even looked twice at you, Grace! He was always following behind Ember or getting her into trouble. She was the only person he wanted to be his lover." Imelda scoffed and rolled her eyes.

After learning a little more about him she could safely say that he caught her interest. A mystery indeed and Vivian loved a good mystery.

She was happy to see him in her potions class and even more elated that she was paired up with him as well. Vivian was never shy, she loved to exude confidence wherever she went, so she had no problem communicating with others. After learning he struggled in potions, she wanted to impress him by succeeding in the assignment. Vivian was a wiz when it came to potion making. He was filled with so much joy when they received a passing grade that he pulled her into a hug. It was startling but not unpleasant and Vivian embraced him back. She realized that classmates were staring but she didn't care at that moment. She was just happy to see him smile, he looked like he needed it.

He was in two of her other classes as well but she didn't get the chance to interact with him due to just doing an overview of what they knew. Reading in Defense Against The Dark Arts and studying different ways to fertilize magic plants in Herbology. Her station was all the way on the other side of the greenhouse next to Grace and Imelda.

Whenever she could, she would glance his way, noting his facial expressions in each class. He would scowl in Herbology and read Braille quickly in DADA, his fingertips brushing the pages swiftly. Grace thought it was weird how she was curious about him and Imelda still believed that it would be a waste of time, but it was up to Vivian to decide. She was still unsure, seeing as it was the first day, but something about him just tugged at her. She felt like a moth to a flame.

Before she knew it classes were over, and she was now... wandering the halls, hopelessly lost. She just needed to find the doorway to their common room. She had to be making a wrong turn somewhere she just couldn't remember where she was in the dungeons. She paced the halls back and forth as she rambled under her breath and complained in French. Even worse, no one was around to help her. She could not get in trouble her first night here, there was absolutely no way, she wouldn't allow it. She was so lost in thought and aggravation that she didn't even realize Ominis was approaching her.

"Vivian? Are you alright?" He asked softly and practically scared her half to death. She jumped and clutched her chest.

"Goodness! I'm sorry, Ominis. You scared me." She sighed. "I am so lost, I can't find the door to the common room. I've been wandering the halls for almost an hour now." She pushed up her glasses that started to slide down the bridge of her nose. "How did you know it was me?" She asked as she started to calm down.

"You were ranting in French, I recognized your voice. I could hear how upset you were. I was curious as to why you're out so late. Now it makes sense." He raised a blonde brow.

"Would you be so kind as to help me? Please?" She was practically begging.

"Of course, follow me." She fell in line walking behind him as he held his wand out in front of him. The red glow would blink faster as he got closer to objects. It was beautiful to watch because he was so confident in his strut. He didn't trip or stumble and it appeared as if he was gliding, his stride was smooth and graceful. Vivian did her best to take in her surroundings so that way she wouldn't get lost again but her eyes kept wandering back to the man walking slightly ahead of her. They strode in complete silence so Vivian decided at that moment to take him in. He was tall, much taller than her, with a divine toned physique. His school uniform was clearly expensive but hugged his muscles perfectly. She especially noticed this in their potions class. His robe flowed behind him and accentuated his broad shoulders. His gleaming blond hair was combed and styled neatly. She wondered what it would look like loose and disheveled. His skin was a gorgeous alabaster and if he stood extremely still, he could be mistaken for a Greek statue. To top it off he had picturesque features that took your breath away and adorable beauty marks stood out on his chiseled face. She noticed he had more on his neck and she was curious to where else he had them. Were they all over?

She shook her head, scolding herself for thinking that way, especially about a boy she just met. Society would deem her very unladylike although muggle girls were sixteen and already married and working on starting a family. She was friends with a muggle girl named Sarah back in Marseille, her hometown where she grew up. Sarah was happy to accept an arranged marriage her father set up for her. Vivian was eighteen and couldn't imagine living such a chaste and innocent life, especially at the age of sixteen, she just wanted to enjoy life and become a very skilled witch. Quite a few people may see her as "inappropriate" but, in all honesty, she didn't really care. They rounded a corner until they came face to face with a large wall, a snake-like structure lining this side of the room.

"Move closer to the wall." Ominis gestured towards the snake. Vivian did as she was told and spoke the house password, at least she remembered that. The structure slithered and moved as it revealed the door to their common room. She was so relieved and thankful that Ominis was there to help her. It finally hit her though and curiosity got the better of her.

"Thank you for assisting me, Ominis," She smiled gently. "I was just wondering, why are you out so late?" She asked then felt a lump in her throat when she took in his expression. He seemed annoyed with her and narrowed his eyes. They fell on her and it almost felt like he was looking through her, to her very soul. It was unnerving and made her shift in place, the silence between them was awkward.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you but for now, it's a secret." He gave her a stern look and she took it as a sign to hush up and mind her own business.

"I understand." She said softly, clearly intimidated. Maybe the other students were right, he did exude an air of warning.

"Good night, Vivian." He bowed his head to her. What a gentleman, she thought as she smiled to herself. It kind of made her…blush. Before she could even respond, he turned, then swiftly walked away.

"Good night, Ominis!" She called after him, hoping that he heard her, then she entered the door to the common room to turn in for the night.

Ominis POV

Ominis made it back to the room of requirement without getting caught by anyone. Now, he was pacing back and forth in front of a conjured fireplace. He was in a bedchamber he had willed the room to create for him. The room of requirement felt like a home away from home to him, but now it was missing something, someone to share it with. He was eighteen and knew of other men his age already getting married. Everett Clopton married Samantha Dale and Amit Thakkar went off to marry Charlotte Morrison, all while still attending school. If Sebastian and Ember were here, they would probably be married as well, they could be for all he knew. This wasn't the muggle world though and the wizarding world did things differently. It ultimately seemed up to their own preference and time, although some families encouraged them to marry young. He wanted to be as far away from his family as possible. Who knows who they would have tried to pair him off with. The thought was revolting and turned his stomach.

When he finally turned eighteen he gained access to his inheritance. He used some of it to buy an old rundown manor outside Hogsmeade Valley. He then paid to have it restored to its original condition. The rest of the fortune he had, he safely stored it away in his own vault at Gringotts. The only time he withdrew anything was if he truly needed it. His family was known to spend their money recklessly, he wouldn't make the same mistake as them. Once school was officially over and done with, he would have a home of his own and more splendidly, away from his relatives. This was one of the reasons why he was willing to go through another year at Hogwarts. He would do anything to get away from his sick and twisted family.

He started to sweat due to riling himself up so he removed his robe and tossed it on a nearby armchair. He sighed to himself as he thought of the girl he just escorted to their common room. He should have talked to her, he should have said more, gotten to know her. Instead he was speechless and awkward the entire time, even rude at one point. He could feel her eyes studying him and it made him nervous. What was she thinking? How did he look in her eyes? Would she see how self conscious he was around her? So many questions ran through his mind but he was too uneasy to ask her any of them. When they reached their destination all he wanted to do was run. She probably thought he was weird, everyone else did, he barely spoke to her. He hoped she didn't think he disliked her. Her presence was actually very comforting and she seemed to radiate such a warm and inviting aura. Her perfume reminded him of a wonderful Autumn night right before the Samhain Festival. It was sweet but also spicy, maybe one of the ingredients was cinnamon, and it seemed to make his mouth water.

He finally stopped pacing before he undid his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. His clothes felt constricting and he desperately wanted to tear them off. He grunted in frustration as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned his trousers then slid them down his legs. This left him in just his drawers but even that felt like too much. He moved away from the heat of the fireplace hoping to cool himself off. He's never felt like this and it was nerve wracking. What was it about this young woman that affected him so much? There were plenty of girls at Hogwarts but none of them paid him any mind really. Was he attracted to Vivian because she was the first girl to show interest in him? If that was the case, then it made him feel pathetic, getting hung up on the first woman who was kind to him. Who does that? He crossed over to the four post bed and flopped down on the made mattress, sighing loudly.

What people may not know about him was that he is texture sensitive. If any fabric was uncomfortable or irritating it truly put him in an agitated mood. His clothes had to be soft and perfectly tailored for him or it was unbearable. He gripped the waistband of his underwear and tugged them off, tossing them on the floor with the rest of his clothes. The cool silk sheets felt glorious against his overheated skin. He just needed to calm down and clear his mind, yes that was it, that's all he needed to do. He rolled around until he was in a comfortable position, his frame taking up most of the bed, the sheets barely covering his naked body.

It didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep and his subconscious rapidly conceived visions of Vivian. He didn't even know what she looked like, he probably never would, but his mind entered a frenzy surrounding this seductive woman. Her perfume, her voice and accent, the way she pressed herself against him in potions. It had his mind spinning even as he slept. But the dreams of her were soon taken over...by nightmares.

The actions of his toxic family and what they forced him to do as a child bled into his mind. No matter how hard he tried to wake up to fight these horrors he simply couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own mind, and he hated it. He tossed and turned, swiping at invisible hands that were determined to torture him, pushing him into harming others. He cried out in the night gripping the sheets beneath him, his body tensing up in pain and agony. He shot up and was jolted awake, clutching at his chest, his nails digging into the scar over his heart. The marks left behind by the Cruciatus Curse. He was gasping for air as his fingers ran through his hair. It took him a moment to calm himself and realize where he was. The Room of Requirement, in his bed, he wasn't at his family's manor. He couldn't stop himself from shivering as pain clawed through his chest. He was fine, he was safe, but the night terrors still haunted him even after all these years. All he could see was Erebus and Marvolo standing over him. Erebus donned a vicious grin while Marvolo glared and shook his head. It was the last time he saw his older brothers. The last time they took turns torturing him, simply because he refused to hurt others, innocent muggles who didn't deserve it. His torso was covered in scars, proof of all the pain his family had inflicted on him.

He felt around for his wand and found it on the nightstand next to his bed. He then summoned his transfigured watch that helped him tell what time it was in Braille. One in the morning. He sighed and rubbed his temple's, hoping he could fall back to sleep with no issues. As he laid back down, setting his wand beside him, a thought popped into his head. What if he asked Vivian to brew a few Potions of Dreamless Sleep? It would be an excuse to be close to her, get to know her, but would she be willing to do it? The worst that could happen was her saying no to his request.

He woke up that morning with a terrible headache from his restless night. He quickly got ready and headed to the great hall to eat. Maybe it would help with the pounding in his head. He sat down at the end of the slytherin table and eavesdropped on conversations and even sniffed the air for a moment to see if she was around. Vivian was nowhere to be found at breakfast and he felt slightly disappointed. He sighed heavily to himself as he stood up from the table, pushing his plate away from him and walking over towards Imelda's voice.

"Imelda, have you seen Vivian?" He asked as politely as he could.

"Haven't seen her since early this morning. She got ready in a hurry and left the dorms. She said something about finding the music room. Why are you looking for her?" He could hear the sneer in her voice.

"I just need her assistance, that's all. She is my potions partner after all." He sighed as he walked away from the chuckling girl.

He left the great hall and used his wand to lead him towards the music room. As he got closer, he could hear floating notes of the piano enveloping him. He stood just outside the door and listened intently. She played so skillfully, it was beautiful. The music she was playing seemed to call him closer and he snuck into the room without her noticing. He sat down on one of the bleachers and chose to just enjoy her artistry.

Something didn't seem right to him though. Vivian came across as vivacious and lively but her music was deep and haunting. Was that? Was she playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven? He closed his eyes and listened intently, getting lost in the music. She's very talented, he thought. He wondered what else she was good at. Potions and now the piano, she's complex and he likes that, she fascinates him. He could hear her sigh and sniffle when she finished the sonata.

"That was beautiful." He whispered, not realizing the words actually spilled from his lips.

He startled her and he heard her breathe out in relief. "Ominis, you scared me again, I didn't even know you were there. We have to stop meeting like this." She chuckled awkwardly.

"I was trying to find you when I heard you playing and didn't want to interrupt you. You're very good.” He smiled gently.

"Thank you. I've been playing since I was a little girl." He heard her stand up and cross over to him.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, you seem happy and confident, yet your music sounds so heartbroken and sad. Why?" He asked softly, hoping he didn't offend her.

"I do my best to smile and be myself but you're not wrong. My mother taught me how to play. My mom was an Auror and...she died while protecting me from dark wizards. When I play the piano, it's like she's here with me. I won't go into too much detail because it hurts but...when I'm sitting on that bench it's like my parents are with me. My father died a few months after my mother. Doctors believe it was a broken heart." Vivian sniffled and shifted beside him.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Ominis wanted to take her hand in his and comfort her but he hesitated. She may not like that since they barely knew each other.

"Thank you so much." She said softly. "You were looking for me?" She brought him back to the reason why he was there in the first place.

"Yes, I was. I don't want to bother you though." He stood up to leave but she stopped him, her fingers clasping around his arm to turn him around to face her.

"I don't mind. What's the matter? You can tell me. I don't bite." She giggled.

"I know that we just met and all but I was wondering if you could help me." He scratched the back of his head and could feel his nerves set in.

"It depends, what do you need help with?" She asked kindly.

"Brewing some potions to help me sleep. I don't sleep very well and I'm honestly not ready to try and brew them on my own. I would ask Weasley for help but he'll probably add unnecessary ingredients that would turn my hair long and purple for a month." He rolled his eyes and she laughed making his heart skip a beat. He couldn't help but chuckle with her. It felt good to laugh again.

"Alright, I'll help you brew the potions. On one condition. You have to pay me." She sounded brutally honest.

"Pay—pay you?" He raised his eyebrows at her in slight shock.

"Yes. Pay me with your time." He could hear the smile in her voice. Was she...teasing him?

"My time?" He asked in confusion.

"That's right. If you want my help, you can help me. If I need ingredients or need to buy anything else for your potions, I want you to come with me. We can work together on this. Do we have a deal, Monsieur Gaunt?" That was the first time in his entire existence that his last name actually sounded attractive, especially with her accent.

"You—you've got a deal." He swallowed hard as she took his hand in hers and shook it.

"Okay, then meet me by the clock tower after we are finished with our classes. She rubbed his knuckles with her thumb before releasing his hand and walking out of the music room.

Ominis just stood there stunned for a moment. Was he actually going to have alone time with Vivian? He was grinning like an idiot as he walked out of the room to head to his first class.

A/N:You'll officially meet Erebus in chapter 4! I also changed where Ominis bought his manor.❤️

Chapter 4

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis x oc #hogwarts legacy oc #vivian beausoleil #erebus gaunt #slytherin #hp fandom #ai art #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere

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frozenwolftemplar · 2 years ago

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Writer's Month Day 26: Found

Fandom: Tangled: the Series (Cass-centric character study)

Rating: G

Word Count: 807 (more or less)

Summary: Cassandra was five when she learned a hard truth about life and found the dead butterfly.

Author's Note: I had *so* many ideas for this prompt, ideas that I still want to bring to life, but went with this one. Hope you enjoy!

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She was only five when she found it, but Cassandra still remembers the dead butterfly.

She...doesn’t have a lot of memories from back then, and those that she does possess are barely there: snatches of storybooks limned by firelight, blurry reflections of a birthday and a wooden sword just for her, echoes of her voice, high and desperate, calling after her dad as he rode over the mainland bridge because it reminded her too much of something she'd always been unable to recall. They are brittle, thin things, robbed by time of details and clarity so they feel more like remnants of dreams than anything, wanting little more than a thought to brush across them to shudder and crumbling into dust.

But the butterfly...the butterfly is as clear in her mind’s eye as if she were holding it once again in her palm.

It hardly weighed more than the air, and if it wasn’t for the faint feel of wings and spindly legs curled in rictus against her skin, she wouldn’t have truly believed she was holding it. She’d been fascinated, at first, running a finger along the fuzzy body, holding it so close to her face her eyes must have crossed as she examined its curling tongue-thing and antennas and all those other parts you never get to really *see* when they’re alive and fluttering among the dahlias instead of lying limp and still beneath them. Most of all, she stared at its wings.

It’s wings.

She’d touched them. How could she not? Butter yellow with bold, dauntless red stripes streaming down their length like banners of victory and running along the curve at the tops before joining them in tapering off into fine saber points. Her finger came away dusty, coated in a powder so fine she couldn’t feel it; however the blood-red tip of her index, along with the bare, translucent fingerprint-sized spot left behind on the wing, shouted something that she couldn’t hear, but meant something to her five-year-old self nonetheless.

Because seeing those gay, bright wings, the butterfly’s pride and joy and freedom in life, useless and slowly flaking away...made her feel wrong inside; cracked beyond what glue could fix.

She hadn’t liked it.

She remembered taking it to her dad. He was in the Captain’s office, poring over maps and pieces of paper so scribbled over with lines they were more inky black than beige. Busy, but he took pause to see what brought her into the office. She showed him the butterfly corpse and her finger and the bare spot on the wing and done what any self-respecting child would do: asked questions.

“Why’s it dead?” “I don’t know, sweetheart.” “Did a cat get it?” “Don’t think so; it’d be more beat up if one did.” “Was it sick?” “Uh...maybe?” “Why?” “Well...my guess is it came out too soon. It’s pretty early in the year for butterflies; last night may have just been too cold for it.” “Then why did it come out too early?” (it had come out a tad judgmental, but honestly, she was disappointed in it if that were true; she thought butterflies were smarter than that) “Don’t know. Not sure if the butterfly even would’ve had a say. Sometimes things like that just happen.” He stood as he said it, giving her hair a stroke as she continued to stare at the lifeless wings. “Guess it just wasn’t meant to fly.”

It wasn’t meant to fly.

His words stuck with her, after Murdock rushed in with an ‘urgent summons’ from the king and, because dead butterflies are of far, far lesser importance, Cass was left- “You sure, hun?” “Yes, Daddy.” -on her own; after she’d gently buried the butterfly (it hadn’t seemed right to toss it aside like an apple core or keep it in a box with her collection of Interesting Feathers and the lucky rabbit’s foot Peder the stableboy had given her); and long after she’d grown up and become outwardly inured to the hardships and injustices and unfairness of the world.

Because she’d found out a truth about life that day: not everyone was meant to fly. Some were fated from before they’d even opened their wings to the world to suffer, to struggle, to lay cold and alone and broken inside while the rest of the world laughed and smiled and soared.

But that was okay, because she'd always believed fate's hand could be moved and that she *could* soar, if she worked hard enough, tried hard enough, *proved* herself a thousand times over. But now-

“MAMA!!!”

Now, kneeling on the threshold of her- her home and numbly watching her world shatter around her like the shards of music box slipping through her phantom fingers, ears ringing with cries her throat and heart finally remember, the wails slotting like a key into that unreachable corner of her mind that’s been haunting her all her life and unleashing a storm of sadness and grief and loneliness and hurt that has her unleashing a lifetime of suppressed sobs, she knows: that was wishful thinking. A fool’s dream.

Because beneath the armor, on the charred remnants of her hand, she can feel butterfly dust on her fingers.

”But Cassandra, there is a way...”

#writersmonth2023 #writersmonth #tangled the series #cassandra #tts cassandra #tts fanfic #in which i write #my writing

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mo79zz · 2 years ago

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Intersections Artist Research

I needed to find an illustration style for my piece that would match the theme I'm going for, which is bright, bold, block colours - so I researched a few different styles that I liked for my design. I came across a mural artist that fits the aim for my piece called Lauren McElroy:

I really enjoy the illustration style she uses alongside the colour palettes and typefaces. With my plan for the project I think this sort of style will work well as the bold blocky colours are more eye-catching than a smooth transitional blended piece of art may be, and I think it is just what the location I'm planning to work in needs as it is quite a poorly lit, dingy area of town.

Local Mural Work:

A company called Printshop Studio also does a lot of interesting mural work, and are based in Poole - local to me.

They have worked in a lot of long spaces such as the place the BCP Land Train is kept and a long wall by Skyline student accommodation in Bournemouth. I can take a lot of inspiration from their work and how to work with lengthy walls as I will be working with an underpass which can fit this category. I think the text in the top mural would be an interesting addition to my underpass, especially in the style its been designed in, whether it is added into the walls/ ceiling, or I add some text to the floor in an ambigram style, so it can be read as you walk through either side.

I looked at some larger art installations I pass most days as well. This is the GATHER programme in Poole Dolphin shopping centre where there are always activities or shows - anything that will involve people in the local community. While it may not be considered a mural, I really enjoy the community aspect of it and the typeface used, as it is meant to look like the letters have been folded or are placed on a wall along the edge (on the floor and upwards)

Carmen Moore said: “GATHER is an amazing programme which I strongly believe will bring Poole together as a community. I have had an overwhelmingly positive response so far from members of the public and local businesses which has been wonderful; being part of such change in Poole has been so rewarding already. In a post-lockdown world people are much more aware of the importance of supporting their local community, and all the new offerings at the Dolphin are really helping people do just that.”

This is an area in Poole bus station that used to have a cut-through to the back of the bus station and used to have toilets. It was boarded up in 2020 and has been a blank white wall since. They have recently put up this artwork full of quotes by different people. I cannot find the artist or any articles about it, however, I believe that this is a great addition to the bus station because as people pass it they read it and might think about what the messages say and whether they can relate it to them etc.

#visualcommunication #intersections #year 1 #level 4 #unit 1

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as-is-above-so-below · 2 years ago

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Knackered & Insatiable

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes warning: MDNI, mentions of violence and death (ofc), blood, SMUT Note: I cannot believe how much you guys LOVED Part 1!!! I've written three pieces in my life (check out my Ao3 for my other works lol) and none of them have ever gotten this much of a response. Thank you so much for your praise and overwhelming support, it really means a lot to me as a first-time writer :) Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

Ghost swirled the drink in his glass before lifting his mask up just enough to sip his whiskey. The team had insisted on getting to know his wife before they returned to England and Ghost “stole her away forever”, as they’d put it. He knew damn well, now that she’d met everyone, there wasn’t a chance in Hell she would let that happen. And while he may put on a good show of being a grump about it, secretly, he was glad. It was almost nice to see her mingling with his frie–team over a few drinks (hers being a bottle of water) and a football (she would call it a “soccer ball”, but he digressed).

He watched Soap, Gaz, and Freyja bobbing around the open space, kicking the ball back and forth, occasionally playing keep away. Gaz slid at her in an attempt to knock the ball loose from her control, which she swiftly countered and danced around him, laughing maniacally as the man shouted at her in protest. His lips tugged at the corner in a grin, shaking his head lightly at her antics.

She’d dressed down into her standard t-shirt but kept her boots and uniform pants on, her hair tied back out of her face. Without her gear or outerwear, even her oversized shirt, her bump protruded slightly where the shirt tucked into her belt. He’d been told that every person carried differently; her bump was small, due in part to her exercise regimen. God, he’d missed her.

He’d even been gracious enough to allow her time to gossip with his teammates, spilling (some) details about their relationship. How they met (work), who made the first move (classified), how Simon proposed (he didn’t); so gracious that he let a few embarrassing remarks slip past his radar.

Just a few.

“Did you know he has stretch marks–”

He whistled through his teeth. “Oi, watch it,” he warned, jerking his hand in front of his neck as to say ‘cut it’.

“But the stretch marks, Si!”

Ghost’s eyes traced her movements, wild hands pointing at her thighs, hips, underarms, and knees. He chastised her with a warning sound, and the three huddled together in whispers, no doubt continuing to quietly discuss topics they shouldn’t. He had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of his fellow soldiers outside of the base. They eventually continued their game again.

Price took a seat next to him on the bench. Ghost said nothing. “How far along are you now?”

He took a deep breath, calming himself. Bold of Price to ask about the child he willingly endangered. “Fourteen weeks.”

John’s head bobbed, and he leaned back against the building behind them with his arms crossed. “Still struggling with the morning sickness, I see?”

That much was obvious. “The doctor said it should clear up soon. Usually only lasts ‘til ‘bout now,” he explained, still not meeting his eyes, choosing to follow his wife.

Silence passed between the two, the chirps of native bugs and shenanigans from the team filling the air.

The weight of his upper body on his forearms became uncomfortable, and Ghost sat back too. He sighed through his nose, keeping his sight forward. “I didn’t ask you not to call her for this job as your Lieutenant. I asked as your friend.”

John hesitated, mulling over the fact as he carefully chose his next words. He didn’t come up with much. “I know. I’m sorry.” What else was there to say?

Nothing.

Ghost nodded once, satisfied, and threw back the remains of his drink. The most important thing was that she was okay now. He knew the Captain was desperate for another player on that mission, and he was confident Price wouldn’t do it again.

Price seemed to understand that he had been forgiven. “Want another?”

“Negative, sir. She’ll lose steam in a minute.”

Sure enough, as predicted, she gave up her game and relented the ball to Kyle. Soap cheered with his arms in the air, sloshing his beer a bit with the motion. Freyja looked over her shoulder at him and raised a brow, eyes shifting toward their building. He acknowledged her request as she wished the others a good night's rest, rising to follow her to bed. Ghost fell into step a few paces behind her when a sharp whistle caught his ear. He turned his shoulder to look, and saw Soap with his hand out, gripping an imaginary leash with his tongue out as Gaz walked ahead of him like a dog.

He flipped them off and continued behind her.

~*~

The minute they returned to his quarters, Freyja had thrown herself down onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, not even bothering to strip out of her uniform. Ghost took her idea and, in his uniform, carefully straddled her waist. He offered her each of his hands, and she immediately went to work removing his gloves, smiling warmly at him. She gingerly traced the outline of his lips through his mask, a questioning look in her eyes. He accepted and tilted his chin up, allowing her to slip under the edge of the mask, drawing it up and off his head, leaving him with just the black paint on his face. Freyja plopped it on the headboard above them with his gloves.

“There he is.” Her cheeks were warm and rosy from the dry heat of the area, and all of the jogging she did outside.

“Hi, sweethear’.”

She tugged him down by his blonde locks at the nape of his neck, capturing his lips in hers. He dropped his weight onto his forearms, keeping away from her belly while his lips moved slowly against hers. A month had passed since he saw her, let alone touched her. However, when she nipped fiercely at his bottom lip, pulling a soft moan from Simon–

“Love,” he groaned, forcing himself to break away, as much as it pained him. “I don’t have it in me right now. I’m absolutely knackered.”

Freyja turned up a brow at him. “Wow. I’ve never heard that one before. Are you okay?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs against his cheekbones.

His head leaned into her touch, melting in the palms of her hands. The effect she had on him was something he’d never experienced before and was what drew him to the soldier. Quick and cunning, skilled and strong, but also impossibly loving and soft and gentle. Nobody had ever shown him the kind of attention she did, and he found himself craving it when they would inevitably separate for deployment.

He didn’t want to argue with his wife again after not seeing each other for so long, but the pit in Simon’s chest wasn’t budging either. Simon sighed and turned his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “I was serious when I said I’m pissed.”

“Simon, I know I shouldn’t have–”

“No, just– let me talk.” He brushed a loose hair from her forehead. “I…I don’t ask much of you. I asked – no, told you to do one thing. To stay home and protect our baby.”

Her brows pinched together, maintaining eye contact with him. “Simon, I can take care of myself,” she whispered, a bit confused.

“I know you can. I’ve seen you in the field, seen what you can do. You’re capable of slaughtering dozens of men at a time without breaking a sweat.” Simon rolled his shoulders to move off of her, laying on his back to stare at the ceiling. He rarely got so upset with her, if ever. Even rarer that he became a stuttering mess that couldn’t string a sentence together properly. He hated the feeling. “Why did you do tha’? What if you’d gotten hurt? What if someone comes after you when I’m not around? Wh–”

“Stop. You’re spiraling again.” Freyja turned onto her side, worried eyes studying his features. He’d picked up the habit since the pregnancy tests (seven of them to be exact) turned positive. “I–I know I messed up. I’m so, so sorry, Si. I didn’t…didn’t want to hurt you. I promise I won’t go out again. I just–” Her eyes watered, and she dragged the heel of her palm against the dampness on her cheek. “I’m h-having such a hard time. I love this baby, but I feel so–so useless just sitting at home.”

Oh, sweetheart… “Budge up,” Simon muttered, his voice gravelly as he tapped her thigh and scooched down a bit himself. His right arm slipped under her hip while the other tugged her shirt up to reveal their growing baby. Simon smiled softly at the sight and peppered kisses all over her bump. He eventually nuzzled into her chest and draped her leg over his hip before wrapping that arm around her waist. “I’m sorry I ‘aven’t been round. I know how much you miss work. But just look at this precious thing you’re making, Frey; you’re creating a whole person in there. My strong, drop-dead gorgeous wife and beautiful son–”

“Or daughter.”

Simon’s deep chuckle vibrated against her chest and belly, warmth blooming there. “Right. Or daughter,” he pressed another kiss to her chest. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just you watch. I’ll be home for a good long while now; we can work something out with Price, and get you some desk duty so you’re not sat at home twiddlin’ your thumbs all day. Keep you busy, yeah?”

Freyja nodded in agreement, smiling down at her husband. “Okay,” she croaked, sniffling a bit.

“Good. Now go to sleep, love. I really am knackered.”

“I love you, Simon.”

“I love you too, Frey.”

~*~

Soap rapped his knuckles against the door for his Lieutenant’s quarters after (again) failing to locate Captain Riley in hers. He waited for a breath and was about to knock again when he heard an affirming grunt from the other side of the door.

“Aye, if I see any naked bodies–” He poked his head into the room, finding the two tangled up in each other. Fully clothed, thankfully. He barely caught the bare strip of Simon’s cheek from his angle. He immediately piped down when he realized she was still sleeping. “Lieutenant?”

“Wot?” he grumbled, not moving from his comfortable position. Soft and warm.

John remained silent, eyes shifting between Simon and the sleeping body next to him.

“What do you need, Sergeant.”

“I don’t want to wake ‘er, sir,” he whispered in a hushed voice. He truly didn’t want to face the consequences of waking a pregnant Riley. He was, however, less worried about the wrath of his Lieutenant and more about his other half.

Simon turned his chin up slightly, focusing on her steady, soft breaths and even heartbeat. In the first weeks of her pregnancy, before leaving for deployment, she had taken to sleeping like a rock. Obviously, that fact was still true. He settled back into her t-shirt.

“She’s fine. Speak.”

Soap hesitated but took his word for it. “Ah, Captain said we’re good to go. Wheels up in thirty.”

He grunted again, still unmoving. ”Alright. We’ll be ready.”

He could sense the Scot still stuck in his doorway, continuing to disturb his peace, and his irritation grew. “Quit hoverin’, Johnny. I said we’ll be ready. Get out,” he all but growled.

“Sorry, sir.” Soap turned to leave but stopped himself. “Almost fo’got, wanted to give ya’s a warnin’, it’s pishin’ it doon out there.”

His patience had grown thin and irritability impossibly higher. “Speak. English.”

Soap’s mouth opened with a turned lip, just about to quip a snarky retort–

“It’s raining fuckin’ hard.”

His eyes blew wide, jaw dangled loosely, staring at the previously silent form the soft, sleepy voice came.

“Thank you, love.”

“I—How— Beg your pardon?” John stuttered, pointing between Freyja and Ghost in utter shock.

Her grip on her husband tightened with a groan, eyes fluttering as she tried to adjust to the morning light. “What? What did I do?” she mumbled, curving her back inward to stretch, her neck popping.

“But–I don’t– You know Scots?”

“Oh. I suppose. Cannae ge’ the accent righ’, though,” she said, exhibiting what was indeed her very poor attempt at a Scottish accent.

Still, he gawked at them, unmoving. He eventually snapped out of his reverie, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry Lt. but I think I’m gettin’ hard,” he teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth.

Simon blindly reached for the mask above his head, scooting up a bit for a quick kiss before slipping it on. The black war paint around his eyes remained, but more worn and smudged with sleep. The Sergeant Oooh’d in the background. “Johnny, what did I tell you ‘bout flirting wit’ my wife?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed in a sitting position.

Freyja followed him, sitting up and pressing her chest against Simon’s back. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her palms across his sternum and abdomen, fingers dipping into the ridges of his muscles. “Simon, you really shouldn’t make threats you don’t intend to keep,” she pressed her lips against the warm skin at the back of his neck. He hummed softly, leaning back into her.

“Who said I won’t?”

“Alright, alright, I’m not tryna cock-block,” Soap threw his hands up in defense, backing out of the doorway. “I’m goin’. Tarmac in thirty.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the couple alone again. Simon moved to stand but was immediately restricted by her arms and legs as she whined. “Can I help you?” he asked, settling back down and glancing at her over his shoulder.

Freyja rose to her knees and tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his waistband. “Maybe,” she said against the side of his throat. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you Simon,” her fingers pressed into his waist. She licked a stripe on his thrumming pulse before closing her mouth over the spot, sucking generously. Simon hissed through his teeth and dropped his head against her shoulder. “Or Ghost?”

“God, you are insatiable.”

“Only when you don’t give me what I want.”

“And wha’s that?”

“Been a while since you fucked me stupid, yeah?”

A deep growl tore from him, and he whipped around, pouncing on her. The balaclava and skull plate flew across the room. His lips crushed hers, teeth and tongues smashing together. Rough fingers wrapped around her throat, holding her down to the mattress as he leaned over her. “Your British is fuckin’ shit.”

“Mmm, what’re you gonna do about it?” she challenged, smirking against his mouth. She loved instigating him, even more so now that her hormones were through the roof. The last week at home had been almost unbearable.

Freyja’s eyelids flickered at the sudden pressure, not enough to cut off oxygen but enough to effectively shut her up. She felt her walls flutter at the sensation, a puddle forming in her underwear.

“Good girl,” Simon practically purred, dragging his lips down to the underside of her chin, nipping at the skin, followed by a soothing lick at the affected spot. His free hand crawled down her body, rising and falling over the various curves before stopping at her pants. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded vigorously, so he swiftly unfastened the fatigues and dove his hand in. “Mmm, so needy for me. I’ve barely even started, sweetheart,” he slipped two fingers through her soaked lips, sucking a bruise at her throat. He ground his aching bulge against the edge of the bed, searching for some relief. Simon swirled tight but lazy circles around her clit with her collected juices, getting a muffled moan. “Like that?”

“Mhm…”

“Use your words, Frey.”

“F-Fuck– Need you, Si, n-now.”

He cocked his head to the side, releasing her throat to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Already? I’m feelin’ a bit, peckish love. Not gonna let me have a taste?” He slid down to his knees, nibbling down over her t-shirt and pulling the zipper of her pants.

“NO!” She shouted, and his eyes shot up to hers with a brow quirked. “N-No, I need you to fuck me. Please, Simon,” she begged, her voice desperate.

“Fast and hard, eh? A’right.” Simon stood, then hooked his hands behind her knees, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her over, her feet firmly planted on the floor. “Careful,” he pressed softly against her bump, keeping her stomach off the bed.

The sniper growled at him, starting to get frustrated. “Simon, I swear to fucking God– Ah!” she squeaked when a much firmer hand shoved her face into the mattress.

“Naughty girl… I’m getting there. Be patient,” he ordered. He waited until she showed her understanding with another sharp nod. Simon finally pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. “Fuckin’ Hell,” he moaned, admiring the view as he dropped his pants enough to pull himself out, giving himself a few strokes. “Who’s this cunt belong to?” he asked, dragging the tip through her folds.

“You, it's all yours!”

Eager to please, Simon rested one palm on the small of her back as the other slowly eased himself into her. His head dropped back, unable to help the soft moans and whimpers at her walls around him. “F-fuck, never get sick of this sweet cunt,” he stilled himself in her when he bottomed out. “Not even in you for a second ‘n I already wanna cum.”

She pulled her hips forward, desperate for him to move and, as promised, fuck her senseless. Bruising fingers gripped the extra flesh at her hip with a groan. “Naughty,” he repeated, drawing out of her to the tip before diving back in just as slowly. “Maybe if ya beg some more, I’ll give it to ya.”

Freyja whined as his cock dragged painstakingly slowly along her insides. “P-please, please fuck me, Simon. I need your cock so bad. I’m desperate,” she begged, her hands shaking as she gripped the scratchy blanket under her with white knuckles. “Been w-waiting so long for you to come home, please!”

Simon twitched inside her, his wife’s begging scratching just the right spot in his brain. “Ngh, fuck Frey.” He slammed into her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while he started a steady pace.

“God, Simon, ‘s so good–”

“Look at me,” he said, turning her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Say it again…My name.”

Her smirk almost immediately wiped off her face when he brushed her clit again, eliciting another breathy, gasped moan. “Simon!”

“Mmm, again.”

“S-Simon…fuck!”

“Cum for me, love, cum on my cock. Wanna feel you–”

She stared into his eyes, the sounds of his hips slapping her hips, the wet sounds of her sex thrumming between them, and her heavy pants thrumming between them until she finally pulsed around him, her pitch kicking up an octave. “Ah, Simon, I-I’m cumming, fuck!”

“Jesus fuck–! Y/N, Y/N,” he whined, choking on her name as the tight coil inside him snapped and spilled into her, his hips stuttering. Simon’s chest rested against her back when he dropped his hand next to her for support. He stilled, echoing her name over and over while he pumped her full of his cum. She was grinning back at him over her shoulder and dragging her nails up and down his forearm, humming at the warm pool inside her.

Simon slid his free hand under the back of her shirt, stroking between her shoulder blades. They stood unmoving, panting, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity. His spend was starting to creep out around him, turning into milky drops threatening to break free and fall to the floor. He could stay like that forever, her gaze holding his as he warmed his cock in her–

“Hey Ghost–”

THUNK

The tip of a black combat knife sank into the soft wood of the door frame, a breath away from his nose. Kyle stopped short of passing through the threshold, the door only open a crack. “Bad time, got it,” he said, his voice cracking a bit before the door clicked shut again. “Sorry!” his voice muffled by the door between them before his footsteps scurried away.

Freyja giggled and pressed her face into the mattress, attempting to stifle her laughter.

“Not funny.”

“Really? I thought it was a little bit funny, Lieutenant,” she said, wiggling her hips against his. Simon’s breath hitched, and both hands shot back to stop the movement.

“Ey, none’a that. Be a good girl or you won’t be getting a thing out of me later,” he threatened, raising a blonde brow in challenge. She pouted up at him in return but nodded with a disgruntled Fine, slowly leaning forward until he popped out of her with a groan. The woman eased herself up until she stood fully and turned to face him, standing on her tiptoes to reward him with a sweet, lazy kiss. When Simon was least expecting, she swiped a finger along his dick, causing him to jerk at his sensitivity, collecting their mixed fluids before popping the digit into her mouth. “You’re a minx, y’know that?”

“Mhm.”

“Hn.” He pulled her panties and underwear back up for her, fingers lovingly caressing their growing baby when he went to button them again. He wasn’t proud to admit that he hadn’t reacted well to the initial news of his wife’s pregnancy. Simon had never wanted children or a family before her, given his experiences with his own as a child. The last thing he wanted was to turn out like his father, an abusive, mean drunk with a violent streak and an inclination for scaring the pants off little Simon.

That all changed at their first ultrasound. The soft thrum of the baby’s heartbeat echoed off the walls of the small room and burned into his mind on a constant playback. His baby. Their baby.

Mine.

He supposed the second-trimester hormones were a nice touch, too.

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XOXO

(Jeong Yunho x Reader)

Plot: Your relationship with one of the most popular boys at school is faltering and everyone seems to know, including you. So when he ditches you for his friends on a very special day, you turn to your best friend, Yunho, who always knows how to make you feel better.

warnings: angst, slight fluff, smut. Insecure!reader, best friend!Yunho, boyfriend!Taehyung, Tae is an asshole, just letting you know. Bullying, toxic-relationship, verbal abuse, cheating/infidelity, Yunho is a good best friend. Unprotected sex, daddy kink (yunho has a huge daddy kink), fingering, size kink (size kink go brr-), praise kink (reader has an undiscovered kink), nipple play,.

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“I wonder if she knows what he really thinks of her.”

“Poor girl, should’ve stuck to men in her league.”

“Taehyung doesn’t care about her, she should just leave, spare herself the embarrassment.”

This is what you hear, as you walk to class beside your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. He was well known and popular around the school, he was a star athlete and senior with a big group of friends. You watched as he went from the shy awkward boy that sat in the back of the class, to the guy of every girl's dreams, standing beside him the entire time.

And you were starting to regret it.

There were rumors spreading, rumors that Taehyung was cheating on you. It was to the point where girls were bold enough to come up to you and flat out tell you that he wants them instead of you. You tried to ignore it, bringing it up to Tae who tried to reassure you that they were just jealous and that he loved you. You used to be calmed by his words, they eased your nerves, but now..

It just made your stomach uneasy.

As you were walking, you dropped your hand and turned to Taehyung. “Tae, are we still on?” You asked.

Today was your 3 year anniversary with Taehyung, you had a night planned out for the two of you, full of memories from your relationship. Fun activities and an all around perfect night in your opinion. Tae looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. “What? I told you I was going out with Namjoon and Jin today.” He says and you feel your heart sink down to your stomach.

“Why? Is today something important?” He asked. You were stunned, had he really forgotten?

“U-um yea. It’s out anni-” “Hold that thought babe!”

Taehyung left your side and went to go talk to his friends, leaving you dumbfounded and heartbroken. You sighed and went to go and sit down at a table beside your best friend, Yunho. Yunho was a 6’1 male with dyed honey blonde hair and bright brown eyes, he had the personality of an energetic puppy, always wanting to pull your frown up and turn it into a smile. Yunho smiled at you as he pats the seat beside him, you walk over and sit down beside him, putting your head on the table.

“On a scale of one to ten, how bad?” He asked and you sighed softly. “He..he forgot our Anniversary, going to hang with Namjoon and Jin…” you say, voice cracking slightly. Yunho gasps softly and places his arms around you.

“Aww shit..(Y/n).. Maybe he hasn’t forgotten, maybe he has something planned.” he said trying to be hopeful, he was trying his best to make you feel better but his face read another expression. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, as you hide your face in your hands. You could feel the tears running down your face. Leaning against Yunho, you tried to suppress your tears and sobs.

It was the realization that the rumors about your boyfriend may be true, but there was still a piece of you that hoped that they weren’t.

“Come on (y/n), let’s focus on something else, Ok? Don’t let it get to you.” Yunho says, holding you in his arms.

Yunho was annoyed to say the least, he had watched you go from this happy go lucky girl to this shell of yourself. He hated seeing his best friend in tears over a dude that acted like this. Yunho holds you closer to him, hoping that maybe Taehyung will prove himself better. But secretly, he wished that he would fuck up, so that he could treat you like you deserved to be treated.

Class went by like that, him holding you as he helped you with your class work. Yunho did his best to try and distract your mind from the situation. Glaring at anyone who was whispering about you, using his big size to intimidate anyone who dared look in your direction.

For you Yunho was hoping this situation would turn out good for you.

But sadly that would would not be the case

After school you waited at the gate for Taehyung to appear, usually he would be walking with Jungkook and Jimin, two of his friends. You kept an eye out for him, glancing around the school yard until you spotted him.

With another female on his arm.

You watched as he walked up to you with a smile on his face. “Hey babe, my friend and I are going to hang out with Jin and Namjoon so don’t wait for me.” And he leaves, the girl smirking and laughing at you as she talks to Taehyung.

“Taetae, who was that?”

“Ah nobody important, Lets go before Namjoon hops down my throat.”

You could feel your heart shatter into pieces as you watched him walk off the school yard, people's whispers circling around you.

“Oof i would hate to be her’

“Damn, he left with another girl?”

“I heard it was their anniversary too, whoops.”

You felt the tears falling down your cheeks, your body was shaking and you felt like throwing up. ‘Maybe it was really her friend. Maybe he was just giving her a ride..’ Your mind was running races and you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t feel Yunho come up to you.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders, He saw that you were spaced out and He quickly picked you up bridal style. He ignored all the people who were whispering or talking about the two of you and took you straight to his car.

He placed you in the front seat, letting the seat back so that you would be relaxed. He quickly hopped in the driver's seat, not wasting any time in heading to his house. You needed a break, you didn’t deserve any of this, Taehyung knew that this would bother you and yet he still acted like a total dick to you.

Yunho glanced over to you to see you dozed off in the passenger seat. His eyes softened at your sleeping form, he reached a hand over to take your hand in his.

If Taehyung didn’t want to celebrate your anniversary, then Yunho would.

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You awoke from your small little nap to balloons surrounding you. You were in a bed that you barely recognized, it wasn’t until you saw a figure walking in with a frilly apron with kiss the chef on it that a smile came on your face.

Yunho smiled as he twirled, walking in with pancakes, sausage, bacon, fruit,and a cup of orange juice on a plate. “My bestie was sad so guess what I did~” “You made me breakfast in bed~” You replied back and he placed it on your lap. You smile at him as he pours syrup over the fluffy pancakes and excitedly watches as you take a bite. “I think I did a good job on them! I followed the instructions you left last time exactly!” You giggle as you take a bite, you let out a soft groan.

Yunho felt a blush come on his face, “W-what? Is it bad?” He asked and you shook your head. “Yunho I could kiss you right now, these are so damned good!!” You say happily. Yunho placed his hands together shyly as he debated the words that he wanted to say.

“Well why don’t you.”

You nearly spat out your orange juice and looked at him with a shocked expression, a blush coming over your face. “W-what?” You asked and Yunho looked away embarrassed. “Why don’t you kiss me?..” He says again, getting closer to you. You could feel the heat radiating off your face.

First you see your boyfriend leave with another girl, now your best friend wants to kiss you? This day was taking a helluva turn.

But you said fuck it, placing your lips on his plush ones, surprising him. Yunho smiled into the kiss before pulling away quickly to move the tray off your lap. Once he moves it to the side table, he climbs into the bed with you, capturing your lips in his once again. Yunho pushes you back until your back is against the bed, his lips never leaving yours. It felt like fireworks were going off in your head, a spark as soon as his lips touched you. a feeling that you haven’t felt with Taehyung since you guys first year together.

Yunho pulled away to move to your neck, pressing kisses along your neck, sucking lightly on it. You let out a soft whine, earning a chuckle from him, “Does that feel nice?..” He asked teasingly and you nodded, Yunho backed away, his hands moving to the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it over you head. Your arms went to cover your breasts and Yunho only cooed at how adorable you were, “Don’t hide yourself, baby..you’re beautiful..” He says softly, watching as you unfold your arms. Yunho reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off you slowly and throwing it to the side.

Yunho leaned down, placing his lips on one of your hardened nipples, chuckling at the soft gasp you let out. He circles his tongue around the bud, sucking gentle on it, his other large hand moving to your other breast, rolling it between his fingers. You let out a soft moan, arching your back, pushing your nipple into his mouth. “Y-yunho..” You whine out, a heat pooling between your legs. He hummed against your chest lifting his head slightly, his tongue flicking against your bud as he slowly switched, giving the other bud the same treatment.

“Yunho please..” you moaned, your hands going to his hair, gripping it slightly making him groan lowly. Yunho lifts his head off your breasts with a soft pop, laying his head on your chest. “Yes baby? What do you need?” He asks softly and you feel your cheeks heat up. “U-um..um..I want..” You trailed off and Yunho smiled. He sits up, leaning back as he reaches to pull down your skirt and panties. “Hmm? Speak up baby~” He teased and you whined. “Please, I need your fingers..” Yunho chuckles as he throws your bottoms off somewhere in his room.

“Anything for you.” He says as he trails his hands down to your cunt, groaning softly as he feels how wet you are. “Fuck (y/n)..so wet for me..” Yunho slowly circles a finger around your clit, watching as you jolt slightly. Yunho smirks before slipping two of his fingers inside your core, soft moans leaving your body. Yunho slowly began to move his fingers, watching your every expression. “You’re taking my fingers so well, baby..” You nodded at his words, watching as Yunho shimmied to lower his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hardened cock to you.

Your eyes widened a bit, you knew your friend was huge from your eyes wandering sometimes when you hung out. How was he going to fit in you, you wondered and it must’ve been obvious on your face. “Don’t worry babydoll, I’m going to stretch you out real nice for me..” He says as his fingers speed up. A sharp cry left your lips as you arched your back, Yunho curled his fingers slightly brushing against that sweet spot,”fuck..if you are squeezing around my fingers like this, imagine you squeezing around my dick like this..” Yunho runs a hand down your leg, watching how you twitch in his grip.

Yunho slowly pulls his fingers out, chuckling at you whining from the emptiness. “Don’t worry babydoll, You’ll be full soon~” He smiles as he licks your juices off his fingers, making you turn a soft red. Yunho crawled out of the bed, ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers completely. He then pulled you to the edge of the bed with a teasing grin, spreading your legs, he aligned himself at your entrance. “Tell me when you’re good to go (Y/n),” You nod slowly, bracing yourself as Yunho slowly began to push into you. You closed your eyes, the stretch being more pleasurable than painful. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good…” Yunho groans out. He inched further and further before he was completely inside of you.

“C-can I move please (y/n)? You feel so good, and I don’t think I can hold back..” Yunho begged softly and you nodded your head. Yunho slowly pulled all the way out, giving you a knowing look, before slamming back into you. Pulling a loud scream from you, and a deep growl from Yunho. He slowly began thrusting into you at a steady pace, drinking in your soft whine and moans. Yunho had always dreamed of having you like this, he was jealous of your boyfriend for taking you away from him for so long. But now he finally had you, his best friend, his first love, in his arms like he always wanted.

“Y-yunho..” His attention was drawn to you again, his eyes trailed down to where your hands were and he thought he was going to buckle right there. He was leaving a bulge in you, with every thrust he could see himself moving in and out of you. His eyes were glued to your stomach as a low growl leaves his lips. “Mhm..you’re so small, yet you take my fat cock so well..” You could barely speak as you felt him slowly start to speed up, he lifted your legs slightly to put them on his waist. “F..fuck yuyu..you’re so big..” you gasp out, making Yunho laugh lightly. “But you’re doing so good, I can feel you squeezing around me so good.” You were melting at his praise. His words were having an effect on you that you didn’t expect them to have.

“My precious baby, you should be with me..” Yunho admits, looking you dead in the eyes. “I hate seeing you..shit..so sad about some asshole who rarely shows you any attention.” Yunho raises a hand to cup your cheek. “Please..(y/n) I can't take seeing you like that anymore..” You felt your heart swell, maybe you should. Yunho has acted more like your boyfriend than your boyfriend has in the past 2 years.

He’s cried with you, laughed with you, hell when your birthday was forgotten, he went out of his way to throw you a birthday party with all your friends. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, surprising him as you crash your lips onto his. Yunho smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes as he felt his lips move against yours. The two of you felt so in sync, like you were made for each other. “So does this?” he asks as he pulls away from you, you smile at him and nod. “I deserve better..I’m going to leave him tomorrow at school.”

Yunho smiles as he leans down to your neck, placing kisses along it. “You don’t know how happy you’ve made me (y/n)..” He says softly. You giggle and run a hand through his hair, “I’m happy too..” You say, before a sharp gasp leaves your mouth, Yunho lets out a deep chuckle. He did a hard thrust that brushed against that sweet spot in you. “I hit that spot didn’t I baby?” He teases, leaning up and gripping your hips tightly. “Want me to do that again?” You were barely able to stop the words that fell from your lips.

“Fuck yes, Daddy..”

Yunho let out a dark chuckle. “You’re playing with fire babydoll..call me that again and I may not be able to control myself.” He warned and You gave him a playful smirk of your own. “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me silly.” You say and Yunho smirks. “As you wish, baby doll.”

Yunho snaps his hips against yours earning a cry of pleasure from you, “I’m gonna fuck you until the only words you know is my name.” He teases as his pace becomes a brutal one, the noise of skin slapping against skin fills the room. Your mouth hung open as nothing but a chorus of moans left your lips. Yunho groans as he feels you tightening around him, soft moans of your name leaving his own lips. “F..fuck baby, are you close? I can feel the way your clenching around m-”

Your phone ringing interrupted his words, Yunho moves one of his hands off your hips to grab your phone from under the pillow. He scowled at the name before showing it to you.

Taehyung.

Yunho looks at you and you nod, Yunho answers the phone, but his thrusts don’t stop shocking you a bit. “Yu-yunho!” “Shhh..” Yunho shushed you as he answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yunho? Where’s (Y/n)? Is she with you?”

Yunho looks down at you and gives you a wink, making you hit him playfully.

“Why? Do you need her?”

“Yea, I left my jacket and stuff at her house, I need her to come and open the door.” Yunho could hear a female giggling in the background.

“Taeee~ Hurry up” “I am. Now is she coming or not?”

Yunho felt a smirk creep up on his face as a hard thrusts had you seeing stars and crying out his name. “Oh, she’s coming alright. Just not for you.” Yunho says and before Taehyung could say anything he hung up the phone, his attention back on you. His thrusts kept hitting that spot in you and you couldn’t form any sentences.

“You gonna cum for your daddy babydoll? Are you gonna let go of me~?” You nodded rapidly as you arched your back, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. The way you were clenching around him, Yunho knew he wasn’t going to last long either.

“Fuck..can I come inside baby? Please?” He begged and you nodded, your head just filled with nothing but the thought of Yunho. Yunho let out a long groan of your name before his hips stopped, his seed spilling deep into you, leaving you both panting messes.

Yunho laughed lightly as he slowly pulled out of you. He flopped beside you and pulled you into his chest before grabbing your phone. You had 30 messages from Taehyung and 3 missed calls from him, you also had missed calls from Jungkook and Jimin, two of your friends.

You rolled your eyes, he probably told them that you weren;t coming and tried to guilt you into leaving. It’s happened before, but you weren’t going to let it happen anymore. “Are you going to reply to them?” Yunho asked and you shook your head. “Nope, I’m going to cuddle up to you and enjoy the rest of my anniversary with someone that cares about me.”

Yunho smiles as he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Alright, well, I know you’re going to fall asleep, so I’ll be here when you awaken my princess~” You smile softly and snuggle into his chest more, happy and content where you were.

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The next day at school, You arrived with Yunho.

You were smiling and laughing, something that you haven’t been able to do with a male in over 2 years. Yunho was carrying your bag as he cracked jokes with you, he was enjoying hearing your laughter and seeing you happy again. He just knew there was one more obstacle in his way, and there he was, standing with his friends chatting away.

Taehyung noticed you walking in and came over to you. “Babe are you okay? You didn’t answer any of my calls last night.” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him and sighed, “Yeah. I’m fine, did you enjoy your night with your friends?” You asked and Tae grinned slightly.

“Of course, I always enjoy a night out with them. But I should’ve been with you last night.” He says, pulling you closer to him. “I know I messed up big time, our anniversary meant alot to you, But i just thought we could celebrate this weekend-” “Taehyung you forgot didn’t you.” You cut him off and He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow.” He tries to lean down and place a kiss on your cheek and you back away.

“Come one (Y/n), It was an Honest mistake!” “Like when you forgot my birthday the last two years in a row? Or ditched me to hang out with your friends on your birthday?”

Taehyung sighed softly “Baby I apologized for that, just come on. I’ll go take you out somewhere and buy you whatever you want.” He grabbed your hand and tried to lead you away but you stood your ground. “No Tae. I’m tired. All I want is your love and affection.” You say blankly and Taehyung places his hands on the sides of your face. “And you do have that! I love you! Very much, why would you ever doubt that?”

Yunho rolled his eyes at the males words. He couldn’t believe he was trying to pass it off as okay to casually just forget special events you have planned. He watched as you pulled his hands away from your face. You sighed and turned to walk away, “I don’t have the energy for this Tae. I’ve been telling you this for 2 years now.” You say, obviously annoyed.

“Come on taetae! Weren’t you supposed to break up with her?”

You froze in your spot at the voice. Her name was Hana, a girl who made it her life to make yours a living hell ever since Taehyung and you started dating. You pivoted back around to face, them and there she was in all her glory, hugging onto Taehyungs arm like he was some type of toy.

“Oh? Really Tae?” You ask walking back up to him. He groans and shakes his head, “Don’t listen to her baby, I only want you, hell I want to work this out between us! We’ve been together for 4 years!” “But Tae you said you wanted someone that could give you more, and not some dead weight bitch like her.” Hana says with a smirk looking dead at you.

You look back at Yunho who gave you a look that said ‘Go ahead and Do it.’ You look back to the two and puts up your hands. “You can have him Hana.” You say flatly and Taehyung shoves her off him and pulls you back to him.

“(Y/n) you don’t mean that.” “Oh yes i do!” You say chuckling dryly. “While you were having your fun with your friends and broads last night!” You exclaim pointing at Hana who snarled at you.

“I was busy having fun of my own! Planning out my future, and it doesn't involve you! I’m done Kim Taehyung! Go and have your fun, have your hoes and your fun. But I want someone who is going to chose only me!”

Yunho walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder, “Easy Doll, you might hurt yourself.” He says, making eye contact with Taehyung. Tae scoffs before walking up to Yunho.

“So you think you can take my girlfriend away from me?”

Yunho smirks looking down at the male. “Uh, yeah. I can. I already did something you couldn’t do, and that was fuck her right, so why not go ahead and make her mine.”

Taehyung glared at him. “The fuck did you just say?” He growled and Yunho cleared his throat.

“I fucked her, She’s mine now, she was calling me Daddy while you were off flaunting with your friends on your 4 year anniversary!” Yunho said, standing his ground. “Oh really? So that’s why you wouldn’t answer your phone.” Taehyung said, glancing at you, he backs away with a cocky smirk on his face.

“I know she’ll be coming back to me. I gave her everything, her friends, her popularity-”

“That she didn’t want”

“Shut it!” Tae yelled. “I know you’ll be back (Y/n). I’m not worried. You love me too much. You’ll come crawling back and apologizing for sleeping with this fucking dog.”

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heel, grabbing Yunho’s hand and pulling him away. Yunho looked down at you with a smile, he was watching you delete Taehyung’s contact from your phone before putting it back in your pocket.

“You’ll be back with me by tomorrow (y/n)! I KNOW YOU WILL!” You could hear him yelling, drawing a crowd of his friends around him. The place where he loved being, the center of attention, and the people that he cared about more than you.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up at Yunho who had a concerned look on his face. You give him a soft smile, “It feels like a blanket has been lifted off of me, Yuyu.” He chuckles at the use of his nickname. “Besides, I thought it was kinda hot the way you were all in his face defending me.” Yunho nearly tripped over his feet at your words making you giggle at him. “(Y/n)!” “What? I mean I was calling you daddy last night, and this morning-” “Oh my god,” “Ahh where’s that dom energy now? I got you flustered?~” The two of you were laughing down the hallway. You didn’t feel like dealing with school today, knowing that the gossip will be spilling through the hallways.

“Can we go and Hang out with Mingi? I saw that he wasn’t going to school today.”

“Yea sure, You need to take your mind off that asshole anyways.”

Taehyung watched as you walked down the hall with your best friend. He was confident that you would come crawling back to him. He knew you cared too much about him, you were by his side since you were first years. But as he watched you walked down the hall with Yunho, hand in hand, his confidence was dwindling.

He pulled his phone out and was about to text you when he saw he had a message from you:

My Heart (Y/n) 12:13pm: Hugs and kisses, x and o’s for you

My Heart (Y/n) 12:13pm: Don’t wanna see you again X-O

My Heart (Y/n) 12:14pm: I already lost your number, lose mine, have fun with Hana. Hope she stays by your side for all the reasons that i used to. Goodbye, xoxo’s

He looked back down the hall as he felt his heart crying.

He messed up big time, and now you were gone with someone else.

And you weren’t coming back to him.

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pingutats · 4 years ago

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For the “ways to say i love you” prompts, 43 please!

thank you for the request! from this list, prompt 43: "I picked these for you."

warnings: none! this is just fluff!

word count: 1.8k

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This is definitely Harry’s domain.

Y/N hugs her shoulders as she stands in her bedroom-turned-dressing-room, staring at the rack of expensive clothes that have been left for her. Through the door, she can hear the noise of the crew bustling around her living room. This house has, of course, been the site of many Harry-hosted parties that had packed in a lot more people than there are present here today — despite that, this smaller group is threatening to become overwhelming for her.

She’s doing this for Harry. A couple of months ago, he was approached by AnOther Magazine to do a big feature with them — a kind of sequel to the one that he did when they were still called Another Man — and he’s been pouring his heart and soul into it since then. It feels like every single day, he’s been off chatting with a writer or meeting with the creative director. He dragged boxes out of storage to rifle through for mementos of his life as a solo artist last week. Y/N knows that some of their friends have been interviewed to talk about Harry. She’s pretty sure Stevie Nicks is one of them.

The centrepiece, though, is a photoshoot more intimate than he’s ever shared before. In the same way that the shoot set in his hometown years ago illustrated where he came from before he rocketed to stardom, this one will reveal who he is underneath all the make-up and glamour of fame.

Harry as he exists in private: in his home, with his girl, sharing this image of himself for the very first time.

Y/N was apprehensive at first — hell, Harry was too — but they’ve discussed it at length. He’s always been a private man, but his ethos is that honesty is integral to his art. He sings in detail about her in his music and puts that into the world with minimal censoring. This magazine feature, at its core, is just another artistic venture. He doesn’t want to hold back. When she understood it like that, it was easy for her to agree.

Her conviction that this is an important thing to do for Harry doesn’t stop the nerves, though. She’s never been a model, or even remotely a figure of interest beyond her connection to Harry. It’s his limelight that she’s stepping into. She can’t help but feel nervous about it.

The first outfit she’s wearing is a boldly patterned dress, custom-made by Gucci at Harry’s request. This isn’t the first time she’s wearing something this expensive (there are no compromises on fashion when you’re with Harry) but it still makes her feel like a fish out of water. She holds the hanger at arms-length for a moment, vaguely anxious that she might have put on weight since the fitting and it won’t fit her anymore, then carefully slips it off. She steps into it gingerly and shrugs it over her shoulders, then reaches behind her to pull the zip up as far as she can reach. She stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection, frowning.

Her make-up, which was done earlier, is colourful and dramatic. The point of this home shoot is to show the dichotomy between Harry’s celebrity persona and his private life, illustrated through the elaborate costuming inside their relatively normal home. She doesn’t recognise herself in it.

There’s a knock at the door, startling her out of her thoughts. She whips around, back straightening. “What is it?”

“Can I come in?” It’s Harry’s voice, and just those four short words in his gentle tone are enough to dissolve some of her anxiety.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself into a calmer headspace. “Yeah,” she answers.

He opens the door discreetly and slips inside, careful not to reveal her to the people in the living room while she’s not properly dressed. She appreciates his caution. Although he’s apparently comfortable enough to walk around near-strangers half-naked—he’s only wearing his boxers right now—she definitely isn’t.

“Everything alright, darling?” he asks. Every step that brings him closer puts her more at ease. She’s always been an anxious person, but he’s like a drug to her. From the very first time they met, he’s been the person she feels most natural with. They just work. Things feel right with him.

She smiles at him. It’s a weak stretch of her lips, but a smile nonetheless. “Yeah. Can you zip me up, please?”

“Of course.”

She turns back around to face the mirror and reaches behind her head to pull her hair out of his way. His fingers are warm against bare skin of her back, finding the zipper and dragging it up, his knuckles brushing against her skin more than is probably necessary. He fixes the way the straps sit over her shoulders with the same attention to detail that she’s seen his stylists give for him a hundred times before. His lip is tucked between his teeth as he does so, glancing from the mirror back to her, his face the image of concentration.

Finally satisfied, he takes a step back and rakes his gaze up and down her figure. “Y’look gorgeous.”

She shrugs, staring at herself. “Thanks, H.”

“I mean it.” He plants a kiss on her cheek, holding her by the waist as they look at each other through their reflections. “Pretty dress for a pretty girl.”

Heat rises in her face and she drops her gaze to the floor. “Now you’re doing too much.”

He shakes his head. “‘M not. Promise I’m not.”

She hums, appraising their reflection with a frown. Even in his underwear, Harry is Harry, and she… She feels like she’s playing dress up in someone else’s wardrobe, dipping her toes into someone else’s life. Harry is at ease in a place like this but she certainly isn’t.

Harry seems to sense this. “Something the matter?” he asks her gently.

“No, just —“ she wrings her hands in front of her, searching for the words. “I don’t feel like me.”

He furrows his brow. “I know what you mean. ’S weird when you do all this—” he flutters his hand around the room, at the rack of clothes and towards the door where they can hear someone giving directions to shift the couch slightly to the left “—just to get a photo done. And I know you’re not used to it.” He squeezes her waist gently. “But you look beautiful. Just like you always do.”

She can’t suppress a small smile at that, bumping her head against Harry’s shoulder with a quietly mouthed, “Thank you.”

He turns his head to kiss her hair, then releases his grip on her waist and moves over to the rack of clothes. “But did y’see…” He bends down to pick up a plastic container marked Look 1 from the shelf at the bottom. He opens it up to reveal various pieces of jewellery inside, and delicately picks out a couple pieces with nimble fingers. “I picked these for you.”

They’re her earrings. More specifically, they’re the earrings that he gave her for their first anniversary. A couple of dangling pearls—he’d bought them during his obsession with the gems. They’re a sweet memento of that time of their lives, of the honeymoon phase that felt like it lasted forever, that never really fizzled out even to this day. They’re her favourites.

She realises her mouth has dropped open. “When did you sneak those in?” she asks.

He shrugs, smirking. “I have my ways. I’m sneaky.” He returns to his previous position standing behind her, nudging her hair behind her ear with his knuckles. “May I?”

She nods, trying not to shiver as his fingers brush against her ears.

“There we go,” he says, stepping back. “Is that a bit better?”

The girl in the mirror looks familiar now. Despite the make-up and the dress, she can see herself. The same face, framed by the same earrings, that has accompanied Harry through all sorts of days and nights. Today is just another one of those things. Something they’re doing, together, and isn’t that all she wants, for them to do everything together?

Being with Harry is a dream she never wants to wake up from. They’ve built a paradise together and now they get to share a tiny part of it with the world—not for the world to share in it, but to see just how beautiful it is.

There’s a little part of Y/N that hopes it makes the rest of the world jealous. They should be, she thinks.

“It’s perfect, H,” she tells him, glancing over her shoulder so she looks at his real face, not just his reflection. “Honestly. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He looks proud of himself—his eyes are shining and his dimples are on display as he looks her up and down once more. “It’s all you.”

Y/N mirrors him, her gaze travelling down his body. She bites her lip.

Harry seems to remember suddenly that he’s only in his underwear—his hands fly to cover his thinly-clothed privates and he looks at her, his mouth open in a sly grin. “This is not the time,” he scolds, his shoulders shaking as he suppresses laughter.

Y/N rolls her eyes, grabbing him by the shoulder and pushing him to turn around. “Go get dressed, you dork.”

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The suit that Harry wears is made out of the same material as Y/N’s dress, bright and bold colours. The photographer is accomodating of her nerves as he has them sit on the couch. The window is wide open to allow the natural light to illuminate their faces, and the Y/N can feel the warmth of the sun on her face. The sky is a brilliant blue. It’s a perfect day.

“Okay, look this way,” the photographer tells her, drawing her attention from the window to the camera. “A little closer, Harry.”

Harry shifts over, his thigh pressing against hers. His hand comes to rest on her knee, then lifts suddenly as if he’s remembered something. “Hang on a minute,” he says to the photographer, holding up a finger.

He twists around to face Y/N and carefully sweeps her hair back over her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear to ensure the pearl earring is on clear display. She smiles at him, which he returns in a quick unspoken exchange of gratitude and care.

“Alright,” Harry says, settling back to face the photographer. His hand finds Y/N’s and he squeezes it. “We’re good.”

The camera clicks and the flash goes off. Their hands remain joined on Harry’s lap.

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #jojo part 4 #part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashitaka #nijimura okuyasu #platonic #josuke x reader #okuyasu x reader

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nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here...with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

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