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Feeling the ace-solation tonight.
#asexual#aromantic even#it just feels like the whole world looks at marriage and kids as endgame and holy fuck no#people only ever focus on who is dating who and when are you having kids and when are you getting married#like what the fuck#im over here thinking about how much time i can mash together seeing friends#and what books i want to read and bring me joy#and always thinking about these fictional worlds that have brought me so much more happiness than this one#like you belong somewhere else#like what do you do when you know nothing is wrong with you but sure as hell know others would think there is if they KNEW you#in all your ace or aro or whatever else glory#i just want quiet and peace without this looming feeling of people looking at you like youre supposed to be doing more#like you're in some fucked up timeline of having to achieve these life goals that sure as fuck arent yours#like please leave me tf alone#make the norm be however you get your happiness is the goal#the feels are real tonight#an untethered feeling of floating away or something#dont mind me im going back to my asmr videos#these tags are a mess rn
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Um... uh... um... would you willing to do a threesome with logan, steve rogers and X-men? reader. I think they will have an interesting dynamic or you could just add this to your kinktober list. (Btw i love your fics they made me happy and also i hope you have a nice day)
Steve Rogers x mutant male reader x Logan Howlett
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Im guessing you mean the mutant reader from the two different things ive written with steve? Hes who Im going with at least. As a reminder to anybody who hasnât read the other two things, the readers hero name is Titan. Not crazy detailed, but I hope its still good anyways.
You can read the other parts here and here
As mentioned in the other parts. You are, were? An X-man. X-men? You were part of their team, on and off for the years between your loss of Steve and you getting him back.
You still helped them out on the regular, going on missions where they needed a guy who couldnât be knocked down. And yes, you did tell them everything you figure out about SHIELD and the government. You arenât loyal to the government at all, especially since they wan to use or get rid of mutants like yourself.
You used to have a thing with Logan, but honestly, who in the x-men hasnât had a thing with Logan at this point? Youâve joked once or twice that heâs like a bowl of mashed potatoes at thanksgiving, or a blunt at a party. Somehow his gruffness charms a lot of people.
If you werenât so sure in your relationship, you might have been jealous when his gruffness charmed Steve too. But you knew Steve was yours and no one else, but it didnât stop you from letting him prove it to you every now and then.
You still flirted with Logan when you went on missions together. As the only guys older than everyone else and with insane healing factors like you did, you two bonded.
It also quickly caught your eye how your boy would glance at you two. It really shouldnât have surprised you to see Steve floundering a bit when it came to Logan. You two were so damn alike sometimes you could see Steve accidentally saying âyes sirâ when Logan told him to do something.
Logan noticed it too pretty damn quickly. But for him it was more the fact that he could smell Steves interest and arousal with his heightened senses.
Logan might be an asshole most days, and he had his whole thing with Scott and Jean, but he did ask you how you felt about it, what you wanted to do and whatnot.
Like mentioned earlier, you were sure and secure in your relationship. You knew you wouldnât lose Steve no matter what you did, and yeah, it did entertain you to watch your pretty boy stumble every now and then.
In the end you and Logan agreed to just keep it up to see where it all went. And it wasnât like Steve saw Logan a whole lot, at least before. But now you found yourself inviting the x-men to the tower for drinks or whatever else you two got up too.
Steve tried to stay polite and leave you two to hang out together as the old friends you were, but you quickly pulled him into it. mainly because you and Logan liked to watch him blush as you both borderline purred at him.
The flirting kept up over time, and you and Logan had thought it was going in the right direction as Steve became somewhat receptive. That was until Steve one night burst into tears, burying his face into your chest as he apologized.
He was so ashamed of finding another man attractive and flirting with somebody else, he was so so sorry, he would never do it again, please forgive him. He loves you so much, it doesnât mean anything.
It leads to you having to comfort and kiss him, rocking your lover as you explain what you and Logan had been up too, because you thought Steve would enjoy it. turns out Steve hadnât picked up all the pieces like you thought, and had felt so bad, imagining that youâd leave him for being disloyal.
Of course, you quickly fix up that misconception, and explain everything to him. And you also had to tease him a little when his face reddened, and his pupils blew when you mentioned your past with Logan.
Youd save those stories for another day, when you needed to get him hot and bothered.
In the end you have to explain Steves reaction to Logan, since none of you wanna make anybody uncomfortable or step on anybodies toes. You both feel pretty bad about it, which is why you also agree to pamper Steve from then on.
Steve is obviously your partner and lover and has been since the 40s, meaning heâs most affectionate with you. He also wont kiss Logan on the lips, wanting it to only be with you.
Logan isnât offended by this, he knows heâs just a third wheel in your bed, and heâs sure of himself enough to not mind. Logan is happy to get down between Steves thighs instead and lick him out as you kiss him, putting his best into it so you both can listen to Steve keen and whimper.
You two had had a few threesomes before, and yeah, it had been with Bucky every time, so this was new. But thereâs a reason Logan is the x-mens shared bicycle. Dude knows what heâs doing, and boy is he skilled.
Any other time, you might have been a little jealous of somebody making your lover moan like that, but knowing itâs just Logan helps. Plus, getting Steves mouth all to yourself is pretty damn good too.
It takes a lot of work to open Steve up, his healing factor making him tighten up over time. His healing factor is nothing compared to the powers you and Logan share, but its close enough that you both know what to do.
Which means the first hour is spent on just pampering, touching and kissing on Steve as Logan works him open and pushes his way inside.
At this point Steve is a teary-eyed shivering mess as he whimpers and moans, his body quivering as Logan pulls him into his lap so you can slot up behind Steve. You and Logan arenât small in the compartment that matters, so it takes a while to fit yourself inside Steve too, your lover throwing his head back and arching his back beautifully at the new experience.
You and Logan pretty much just sit back as Steve slowly rides you, his hands gripping Logans shoulders hard enough to bruise, even if the bruises fade almost immediately.
Steves hair a mess sticking to his forehead with sweat, his lips bitten red as his strong thighs shudder as he slowly lifts and lowers himself. When he gets too embarrassed, the blonde turns his head around to kiss you again, not wanting the two of you to hear his noises.
It being his first time doing something like this, means neither you nor Logan feel annoyed or sad that Steve spills so easily. The hour or more of prep also left him already teetering on the edge, his voice cracking as he sobs through the orgasm, thank yous spilling from his lips as he couldnât help but thank you both for doing this with him.
Neither of you x-men got to cum, but in a situation like this it didnât really matter, you got enough satisfaction out of getting Steve like that.
You end up on cuddle duty, lifting Steve into your arms as Logan expertly changes the sheets and blankets, letting you lay down with Steve before going off to find whatever else your lover might need.
Steve gasps a few times as Logan wipes him clean and makes him drink some water, praise falling from both your and Logans lips, telling Steve how good he did, how beautiful he is, and so on and so forth.
In the end you kinda have to bully Logan into bed with you two. He isnât just a bootycall expected to leave the moment you guys have had your fun. Plus, Steve wants to lay squeezed between you two more than anything.
Steve ends up dozing off pretty damn quickly, exhausted but oh so satisfied. Logan and you just end up talking about whatever, before you put on some movie from the 70s you both like, the comforting rumble of your voices only putting Steve deeper to sleep.
#male reader#mutant reader#steve rogers#logan howlett#marvel#captain america#wolverine#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers headcanon#steve rogers x male reader#steve rogers x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x male reader#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett headcanon#marvel imagine#marvel headcanon#marvel x male reader#marvel x reader#wolverine x male reader#wolverine x reader#captain america x reader#captain america x male reader#xmen x reader#xmen x male reader#x-men x reader#x-men x male reader#avengers x reader#avengers x male reader
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Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!
dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think thereâs a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room
even the ones i donât exactly âlikeâ still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. thatâs whatâs fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me.Â
nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words
owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)
owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes itâs nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)
owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/
ianto x tosh: THEYâD BE SO CUTE theyâd be precious thatâs all
tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with đ)
owen x suzie: theyâre mirrors, theyâre the same⌠they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)
owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron whoâs not immune
jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh
gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute
jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)
jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little
(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)
ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento⌠iâve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think theyâre fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not âcanonâ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers weâve had over the years) has been rlly fun.Â
im largely preoccupied with those two, but iâve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto⌠if youâve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i canât see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so iâve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because thereâs a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of⌠ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and theyâre not. owen kind of⌠brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out iantoâs repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things heâd rather try to compartmentalize and ignore⌠i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & iantoâs relationship is initially presented. like, heâs a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. iâve been developing this huge fic âverse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired
sometimes i like fun, though, which is whatâs behind a lot of those other ships. iâm generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and thatâs whatâs behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of⌠alternative endgame. my comfort âauâ. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one iâve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this âauâ, because unfortunately i donât think heâs conductive to the teamâs happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now heâs banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwoodâs inherently sad and dark and lonely, itâs what compels me, and iâm ultimately glad thatâs the core of the show - but it doesnât have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and thatâs what fandom + fanfic is for.Â
i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think itâd fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, itâs the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and theyâd all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but sheâs kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!
NAME: Kosmic! Well, it's a more recent change in terms of online alias. I still very much go by Eryn, but because I've been able to take that name and make it my IRL name, I've decided to have a new online name for comfort's sake. Ofc, I don't mind being called by my IRL name here, but I grew up old-school, ya know?
PRONOUNS:Â they/them!
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:Â I like to start with Tumblr IMs, but I'm definitely okay with sharing my Discord with mutuals because 1.) I hate Tumblr IMs, and 2.) my mobile app is typically logged into my personal account, so I don't always respond to messages quickly.
NAME OF MUSE(s): Aether is my primary muse always, but I do want to write more with Xiao, Wanderer, Freminet, Lyney, Lynette, and Layla! Aether just comes more naturally, but I know that I'll never get a chance to write the others if I don't have everyone on the same blog.
BEST EXPERIENCE: This one is rather personal and less about the Tumblr RPC, but I think the 'best experience' I've ever gotten from RP is being able to meet my current partner through Discord Group RP. Between Gen.shin specifically and RP, if it wasn't for meeting him, I would still be stuck in a horrible situation IRL because I wouldn't have been able to physically move away. And without that, I wouldn't have been able to continue having a passion for the game and RP, and thus wouldn't have been able to meet all the wonderful friends I've made. It's a butterfly effect, but it still falls under a 'best rp experience' imo.
RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: One-sided conversations and being talked over constantly. For me personally, roleplay is about building a story and developing characters together. More times than I can count have I've been subjected to people who exclusively talk about their characters or personal interests, and will always change the topic to fit themselves whenever I try to engage with something based on my muse/experiences. I'm not a brick wall to be talked to, and my muses are not accessories for your own character. Roleplay is a partnership between writers imo, and I will drop people who continue to act in such a manner as stated above.
MUSE PREFERENCES: As in muses that I would like to write against? Hm, I know I prefer dynamics that easily give my characters a reason to go back for more. It may be a basic answer, but it does encompass a lot of variety in muses I think? Whether it be shared history, empathy, a mystery to solve, a curiosity to explore, an itch to scratch â it's hard to argue that realistic relationships aren't built on the base concept of reoccurrance. It's not exactly always fun for me to try to mash two random characters with no similarities and try to make them stick; after all, why should my character want to see some stranger again without reason? This is also why I want to make my own muses have enough depth to intrigue other characters to want to form that connection, because I want our characters to develop and grow because they know each other, to have a lasting bond whether it be familial, platonic, or romantic.
PLOTS OR MEMES:Â I like plotting mostly, but I'm always okay with memes! It really just depends on how much canon has given to our characters. Let's take Lyney as an example: with his strongest bonds like Lynette, Freminet, and Arlecchino, I would gladly start with memes because there's already a basis for interaction. But if a Ga Ming were to show up? That's a bit more difficult since there's nothing really tying them together in canon. Like sure, I can figure something out, but what does the mun want from this exchange? At that point, I'd rather plot something to make sure both parties are satisfied.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: At minimum a paragraph, but I personally struggle to provide quality with shorter replies. Between my tendency to ramble and my desire to give an enjoyable response ( and my brain wants my writing partners to go 'goddamn that's a good response' ), my replies tend to be 3-5 paragraphs? It really depends on the overall plot of a thread and how close I am to that particular mun. Honestly it's one of the reasons I struggle to write nowadays cuz I'm never happy with my own replies ;~;
BEST TIME TO WRITE:Â Truly, honestly? I write the best when I'm doing actual work, and it SUUUUCKSSSSS. All my brain juice is flowing when I'm working and my brain has time to wander, but due to working in food service, I don't exactly have time to write. I do keep a notebook at my prep table to write down scraps of sentences, whether it be a thread I'm really focused on, or a headcanon thought that will disappear the moment I get home, but it's still not often I get the chance to stop and actually write it down because at that point, my brain goes blank. Same with when I get home, all those thoughts are lost to the wind. After that, the best time for me is in the early morning when I'm still in bed. I do keep a notebook in my nightstand and I'll pull it out when I have the time to write because that's when everything is 'fresh' for me.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):Â This current batch of muses? Well, my partner likes to joke that I'm an Aether kinnie, but I think that's just cuz he loves how I write him lol. I try to not use Aether as a 'self-insert' cuz I hate the whole "the Traveler is only a self-insert and not their own character" shtick, and I don't think I'm really similiar to anyone else I write? I do find shared qualities between myself and my muses, but that's about it. Now if any of y'all think otherwise, then. . . ÂŻ_(ă)_/ÂŻ
TAGGED BY : @citrinitxs ( thank you, idr if anyone else has tagged me in this but honestly I need to do this meme at some point ) TAGGING: idk who hasn't done this yet, but feel free to snag it and say I tagged you cuz I'd love to read what you write!
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Okay you have no idea how excited I was to see that you're open for requests! I love your Mando stories so could I please request my big boi Paz? I'd love to witness you do magic with prompts : 14 (bodyguard AU) and either 49 (fake marriage)/63 (mistaken for couple)/80 (green-eyed epiphany) *can you tell I couldn't decide* *I'm a Libra* *I do apologize*
Im honored that you love my mando fics and that you got excited about me opening requests đĽşđAlso, as a Sagittarius sun and moon, I relate on not being able to make decisions đ, but I have a great idea for:
14. Bodyguard AUÂ
63. Mistaken for Couple
80. Green-Eyed Epiphany Â
Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Reader
Words: roughly 2k, woops
Send me some AUs/Tropes??
Note: So I just wanted to start this off with what I'm thinking about this mash-up, like whats going on and the situation. A little backstory/world building, if you will. So, im seeing this as after the tribe on Nervarro scatters after the fight with Grogu, Din, and the Stormtroopers. Paz is by himself and in need of work for credits, to both support himself and save up for when/if he is reunited with his tribe he can help rebuild and contribute. That leads him to a small midrim planet that is pretty divided. You are the head of the government, but there is a group of people who keep trying to kill you and harm your supporters because they want the "true ruler" to be in your place. Said "ruler" is part of a bloodline of radical tyrants that had been controlling the planet until around the same time the empire fell, their downfall resulting from being too involved with the empire. SO, the head of your defense team brings in Paz to protect you, because not only is he a big scary dude covered in big weaponry and armor, but also because you keep insisting that all the soldiers and guards should be protecting the people not you, so bringing in Paz was his little loophole. Now on to the story!
You were not happy with this arrangement, and you had told the head of your guard just as much. You didn't need a protector, it only showed your rivals that you were scared of what they were capable of, that they had the possibility to win this war they were waging. The man- the mandalorian that had been hired was unfazed by your indifference towards him, always just trailing silently behind you look just as menacing as mandalorians were said to be. It was easy to tell that he knew his way around a variety of weapons, it was easy to tell that he had been through battles and suffered their consequences. And it was easy to tell that this job seemed to be a bit boring for him. He didn't have any excitement, most days the mandalorian was stuck following you throughout the capital building, attending meetings that he could care less about, standing guard to your study as you paced around in thought. Nothing much happened, but as time went on and the war worsened and the threat of your rivals loomed over your head you started to notice that the mandalorian would do little things that shaved a little of your stress away, or would brighten you day if only a little. Little treats would show up on your desk, or cups of teas or caf just the way you liked them, walks through the garden would result in a vase of flowers- handpicked and cut with a sharp knife at an angle, delicately- placed in your room. The first time you broke down in front of him, the stress of loosing nearly an entire village not far from where you were to the grievous ways of your enemies broke you to the point of sobbing hysterically and the mandalorian surprised you with his gentleness, as he softly grabbed your arms and made you look up at him, his blue helmet staring down at you as he said, "You will get past this...you...you are a good leader, you care for your people more than yourself, and in the end, that is what will have you coming out on top."
After that night, something changed between the two of you. Instead of following behind you silently, you started walking beside the mandalorian, in meetings instead of letting him stand silently behind you, you started asking his opinions on the battles or if he had any suggestions to help combat. The two of you got closer, and you weren't sure when, but eventually you found yourself calling the mandalorian a friend, and you liked to believe he thought of you as one as well, he at least trusted you enough that he told you his name, which you only used in the private of your quarters or study during your late night talks. When you started to show signs of the stress becoming too much, or that you were nearing another breakdown, he would gently lead you away from whatever you had been doing. More times than not he lead you to the gardens and sat you down as he would tell you stories of his childhood or of his people and culture. One evening, he went as far as to set up a little spot for you to relax and eat a little snack with tea, to give you time away from everything, to give you a break from holding your home on your shoulders. It had been nice, and it helped you clear your thoughts, the gesture had you smiling fully for the first time in months, and it was one that was not quick to fade. As thanks, you had asked Paz what you could do, to which he only replied, "Seeing you smile is enough." So you did, you smiled at him and gently reached out and placed a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.
The smile Paz had gifted you stayed for a few days, your people noticed the happiness and it it seemed to affect all of them, each person growing their own little smiles. Melancholy still hung in the air, but you felt like you had the energy and will power to deal with it now. But as all good things must end, this happiness was ripped from you, when the head of your guard rushed into a meeting with the delegates of the planet, his face was crumpled in worry and he whispered apologies as he reluctantly handed over a letter addressed to you. Your heart pounding, you opened the letter only to freeze at the sight of a photo taken of the moment that had only radiated happiness until now, staring down you only saw yourself pressed close to Pazâs form with lips pressed against his helmet. The moment now felt tainted, and you felt sick to your stomach, the happiness that was shown in the picture gone, only replaced with pure terror. Glancing at the man stood before you, he took the picture and flipped it before handing it back with a somber look. On the back, in deep red ink and scratchy handwriting read:
Now, do you really think courting a mandalorian is going to protect you from your death by my hands? Ill make sure to kill him in front of you so you have to watch as he falls.
Yours loving,
The True King
You hadn't even realized you were shaking, nor breathing heavily, until a gloved had reached into very and took the note away from you. You watched as Paz looked the note over before passing it back to your head guard. He told him something, but you could not hear as your eyes started ringing. Gently Paz helped you stand, before leading you away from the meeting. You didn't care where he was taking you, at that moment you couldn't think straight, couldn't get past the thought of, how did they get so close to take a photo without anyone noticing?
After the letter had been delivered Paz took care to never leave your side, he became more overbearing and involved with planning your schedule. No longer were you allowed in the gardens, or outside for that matter, for the time being, Paz only really allowed you to go to your quarters, your study, and the meeting room. You didn't fight him, too tired from the lasting conflicts and worry over what would happen next. A month went by, and everything quieted, the attacks stopped, and it almost felt like your enemy had gone into hiding. You didn't relax though, the note still whispering in the back of your head. Paz found himself often sleeping in the chair beside your bed, after too many nights of having been awoken to you yelling out his name and finding you rushing to his room to reassure yourself that he was safe.
Then it happened. You knew the quiet was only leading to something, but you weren't prepared to be a woke in the middle of the night to Paz scream to you. It had been the first night you had been able to fall asleep and stay asleep without nightmares of Pazâs death, but you were only thrown into a different nightmare as your eyes few open and you saw Paz fighting off an attacker. You yelled for you to run, and as you hesitated he only growled your name and told you to go, so with a heavy heart you did, you ran. All around the capital you could seem fires burning and hear your guards fighting with silhouettes your tired eyes could not make out in the low light of night. You did not know where to go, only letting your feet carry you, only stopping when you were out of breath. Looking around, you found yourself in the garden, feet from where you gave Paz the soft kiss, the memory still churning out a small amount of happiness, but quickly turned sour once more when the grinning face of the man you loathed most in the world stood from the bench hidden in the shadows.
"My dear, I was hoping you'd come here. I know you are especially fond of the gardens, most certainly this area."
"What do you want Alun? Why wouldn't you stop this fighting? People, my people, our people are suffering!"
He scoffed and turned to look at the city burning around you both. "The people deserve what they are getting for forgetting their true leaders. And you for forgetting what you once were."
"Stop this. You are doing nothing but destroying the planet!"
Alun turned to look at you, small smile curling onto his hate filled face. Slowly he reached out and placed the rose he had picked behind your ear, the thorns pricking your skin, one digging in enough to make a drop of blood run down your ear.
"When I have control again, and we are again together, things will go back to the way they were. I promise you, love. You just need to stop fighting me."
Disgust formed on your face as you stepped back, "We may have been engaged before you fell, but I never loved you. I was forced into that position by you and your father, and I do not regret being apart of how he and you fell from grace. I will never stop fighting you."
"Oh, but I love you, and I will have you, my love."
"Not if I have any say," a voice growled from behind you. Whipping around, relief flooded you at the sight of Paz marching towards where you stood. He was covered in blood from fighting, but seemed like he was uninjured himself much to your relief. But he seemed angry, livid almost as he pushed you behind him, standing toe-to-toe with Alun. "If you want them, you will have to get through me, and I will not stop fighting until my dying breath for them," Pazâs words settled into your chest, warmth flowing through you as the next few second moved in slow motion. Paz reached out, before Alun even had a chance to grab for his weapon. Paz lifted him like a rag doll to his height, making direct eye contact, before growling out, "because I love them, and you will never have them."
And with that said, Paz simply slammed his forehead into Alun's forcefully knocking him unconscious, then carelessly dropping him to the ground where he laid unmoving buise already forming on his forehead. Paz then turned to you and reached for you, but you simply flung yourself onto him. "You're okay, i was so worried, I didn't want to leave you, I was so scared that something would happen and that Id...."
"That you'd, what cyare," Paz whispered as he held you close, arms wrapped around you as if he'd let go and you'd disappear. Looking up and into his helmet's visor you were quiet for a moment, before speaking up softly, "I love you too... I thought I'd never get to tell you that I loved you."
Gently, Paz pressed his forehead against your own, before whispering, "You don't have to worry. I'll always be around to protect you. And," a teasing note coming out in his voice making you smile, "You can tell me how much you love me anytime you want. As long as you don't have anymore previous fiancĂŠs out there professing their love to you. I don't think I could hold back from ripping off their heads like I did just now."
Giggling you shook your head, "No more love professions, I promise. Only yours matter."
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Relationships: NCT 127
Maeil (aka Daily)
there are two meanings to their ship name
first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic
When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was âOh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?â while cuddling Taeil on a couch
heâs the same age as Maeâs older brother so she treats him as such
her brother is literally like âAre you replacing me with Taeil? Iâm your reall brother!â and sheâs just there sweating
part of Taeilâs hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president
like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it
he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering
heâs also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest
there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because sheâs either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles
absolutely adores his voice
there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time
Maenny
was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her
but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick
heâs more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong
can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad
he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably wouldâve if it werenât for Mae
one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees
before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the manâs legs are long and he walks faster
there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him
his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyoneâs vision unless you walk past the two
you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute
there was this one time Mae couldnât see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders
okay enough about Maeâs height
during shows heâs always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not
johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: âwhat do you think Mae?â
absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is heâll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere
MaeTae
honestly itâs hard to pinpoint where Taeyongâs protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae
like it mightâve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when
sheâs like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself
itâs not like sheâs complaining abt it sheâs really grateful to have someone like him in her life
when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that sheâll be safe
first person to know if thereâs something between SM and Mae that the other members donât know about
he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company
she knows she can trust him with anything
he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him
Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members
she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes
she got him a âworldâs greatest dadâ trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room
YuMae
you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae
if he isnt giving a hug to mark heâs all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug
Mae: does nothing
Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)
she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection
likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug
there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation
neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them
he teaches her japanese!
its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta wonât forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D
really really really loves his smile
like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)
like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile
Can and has glared at âfansâ and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules
There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby
Itâs like a lion trying to protect a kitten
2Young
again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it
She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love
whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off
âdoyoung sheâs been put on a diet-â âsheâs going to eat whether you like it or notâ
one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup
if taeyong has the âworldâs greatest dadâ trophy doyoung has the âworldâs greatest momâ trophy that he says heâll throw it away but has it perched on his desk
Maeâs also one of the members who like to clown him
sheâs the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs
Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoungâs childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it
she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Maeâs older brother
Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders
MaeHyun
major sibling energy
but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu
there are a lot of people asking them âare you sure youâre not related?â during interviews and fansigns
Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here
Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyunâs Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together
She likes to poke his dimple
Thereâs this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyunâs smile gets bigger
joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3
when jaehyun was inkigayoâs mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes
you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies
Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun
She has a bear named after him uwu
MaeWoo
Loves the energy he gives and thinks heâs so funny
He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up
they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed
now itâs just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get
nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing Â
Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often
Another one of Maeâs cuddle buddies
She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever heâs nearby
Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together
idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating
heâs more like
âyou dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what theyâre missingâ
or on the other side of the spectrum
âgood luck to your future boyfriend heâll need it if heâs gonna date youâ
2Ma/MaeKyung
Older brother that doesnât feel like an older brother
Majority of the time he kinda just feels like theyâre the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out sheâs younger
Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he wonât say it
they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didnât let them leave until they talked to each other
it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what markâs life in Vancouver was like
speaking of Vancouver
one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him
he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3
When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good
They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D
maeâs reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him
Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance
Itâs just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them
Maechan
You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings
You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life
they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao
Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser
Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit
The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT
he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still canât look haechan in the eye
heâs only a few months older than her but he uses the âiâm older!â card whenever he can
âiâm older therefore i get to go firstâ âexcuse me sir but youâre only three months older than meâ âbut im still olderâ
they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want
Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over
they do team up a lot so theyâre a menace when they do something together
especially in games
their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started
50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams
the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win
Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips
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heartbreaker of mine
muses. jungkook x reader
synopsis. ah, here we are again. the overtold, cliche as hell story about two best friends who might or might not be in love with each other. except you canât - wouldnât dare to dream about being with jungkook.
alternatively, wherein you fell for the one who could break your heart.
words. 7.5k
universe. university / slice of life
warnings. mentions of physical insecurities; appearance, commitment issues
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you should have known that in the absence of two of your best friends, nothing ever goes right when you decide to hang out. it isnât the fact that youâve known each other since diapers and basically know anything and everything about the other, that at some point you feel like your friendship is stale and need new additions - thatâs where park jimin and kim taehyung comes in; a year older but several younger at heart, you couldnât have imagined going through uni life with someone but them - but itâs the fact that realization hits you at the end of your final year that makes you drift apart.Â
the fact of the matter is, you prefer the solitude of your room, the library of that one spot in the cafe that youâve claimed as yours. and jeon jungkook prefers the blare of music, strobe lights and bodies grinding against him.
by your final year, as you receive a job offer at the company you interned in on your second year, taehyung is already working part time at the company he interned in, jimin thinking about that modeling offer he just got scouted for and jeon jungkook is getting daddies of the girls heâs having a thing with to get him to work at their office just so their daughter can see their favorite boy more - yours and jungkookâs friendship has dwindled down to mere silences as you wait for the other two to knock on the door and fill the place up with their endless bickering about whether dumplings are better than mochi.
 âshouldnât you like, give me advice?â are the words jungkook said to you while you type away on your laptop, trying to do some light reading for tomorrowâs class before your mac gets confiscated for âpooping the partyâ as taehyung likes to call it.
and you know what heâs talking about without even having preambles of the topic make its way into the conversation.
yet you still take off your glasses and set it down in your lap and ask, âwhat could jeon jungkook possibly have not known and needed advice on?â
he scrunches his nose, not appreciating your sarcasm but humors it anyway, âyou know,â he shrugs, as though shrunk into the sofa from either shyness or embarrassment - you donât know, âon like, how to start being serious about life - and settling down.â
the silence that stretches is a stale one, filled with your blank stare and jungkookâs peering eyes - even at the age of 22, the stars still glimmer like theyâve been freshly plucked from the skies.
âyou want me to help pick, out of the many job offers you got from your girlfriendsâ rich parents, for you to do?â is your conclusion - though if you were 2 years younger and had a little bit more faith for the boy you basically called your twin, it would have been a good natured jest. but youâre older and jungkook isnât exactly portraying characteristics of an upstanding citizen either.
âno,â his hair brushes against his brows as he shakes his head almost too eagerly - as though he saw that coming but still got upset and wanted to prove you wrong, âlike how to start taking things seriously like settling down with someone and no, not with out of my many girlfriends - can we not call them that? it makes me sound like an ass.â
it takes you less than five seconds to digest his words, eyes drifting to the white screen of your mac for the sole reason you canât bear to hold his intense gaze while you conjure up a response, âwell for one, you are but thereâs honestly nothing i can tell you that you donât know already and thereâs nothing i can possibly say to make you want to change - it has to come from you. or like, a professional that could help and if you think you need one, iâll be with you all step-â
the brief scoff is what puts a rest to your racing thoughts while the smile on his lips put your heart at ease, âiâm not addicted to sex.â
âoh, okay.â is all you say, not seeing where the conversation is going as you watch the boy scratch the back of his ear, lips pulled into a pout - one way you know heâs trying to strum words into existence. and when he does, confused is an understatement to describe what your face is portraying.
âokay,  iâm saying if and if youâre looking for a husband, no, scratch that, would you even introduce someone like me to your parents?â but thatâs the thing, youâre not confused because you donât know where this is going but youâre confused because you donât pretend to be oblivious.
but youâre also not a master at the art of heart-to-hearts and the gargantuan elephant that it brings. so you settle with a, âuh, i donât know, you already know my parents, donât know how i can reverse that and reintroduce you-â
âthatâs not the point,â he blinks, the sight almost endearing as he freezes in his spot for a split second in contemplation of how to approach the matter and explain it to you who seem like youâre way off, âthe point is-â
âi get it.â  you nod, arms crossing over your chest as jungkookâs wide eyes peers into you like a mixture of relief anticipation.
âyou do?â
âyouâre worried if your future partner will be insecure about the bodies youâve seen before them,â thereâs a knock on the door just as youâve finished speaking.
as you get up to get up to answer it, knowing already whoâs there from the obnoxious chatters - more like argument - youâre not sure if your brain is playing tricks on you or if jungkookâs shoulder line really falls as well as his face.
but the, âuh, yeah, i guess,â is what makes you push the image of dimmed stars and downturned pink lips to the back of your mind as you unlock the door, welcoming the two halfway-into-a-deep-quarreling men and their two bags of take-away roasted chicken, chips, mashed potatoes and whatever else they thought necessary to fill the game night with.
âthanks, shortcake,â taehyung smiles at you after you take a plastic bags off his and jiminâs hands and proceed to place it on the coffee table.
âtae, youâre literally taller than everyone,â throwing him a side glance, you shrug as you begin taking out the packed chicken wings and placing it in front of jungkook while taehyung helps with unpacking the add-ons from another bag, âcalling me short isnât exactly an insult.â
âiâm just saying we should demolish mint chocolate chips all at once,â jimin plops down on the couch adjacent to jungkook, âand no, we canât let these savages go eating them - we need to educate-â
somewhere in the middle of jiminâs colonial-esque speech, you turn to the boy whoâs never said a word since the two came in. not that those too needed an additional converse partner with how taehyung is advocating for leaving mint chocolate chip eaters alone and jimin staying with his stance that these people havenât had a taste of all flavors in the world yet.
the way he seems to look at something past your shoulders tells you enough - heâs still deep in his thoughts about settling down, or changing or whatever. you donât know why exactly he wants to change his heartbreaker ways but- âthereâs nothing wrong with two adults having a - or multiple - consensual sexual relationship prior to finding their significant other. and if they have a problem with that then thatâs something they need to work on, not you so no, i donât think you should change anything unless you want to.â
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itâs some days later that taehyung brings up the remnant of the conversation he overheard before the four of you began arguing about what movie to watch and ended up putting the fate of humanity in rock paper scissors. and so you tell him, without ever thinking of the one thing that spurred his ridiculous thought and the hesitance of pouring it onto you.
âdonât look at me, iâm not snitching.â jiminâs round, disbelieved eyes stares back at taehyung as though surprised the latter would ever think heâd do such a thing.
âokay but someoneâs gotta tell her.â taehyung lowly mumbles, upper body turned to jimin, gracing you with his beautiful side profile - whoever gets to date him will forever be the lucky one.
âguys, iâm literally right here.â the sound of your voice warrants a turn of heads and a wide-eyed stare as though theyâre seeing your ghost rather than your physical form that entered and picked a spot together with them.
it takes a moment for the elephant to settle somewhere in the corner and crush you with its invisible weight before taehyung turns to you, hand behind his mouth as he fake coughs into it. then, another moment for you to register taehyungâs words as you watch his mouth move and his gaze trained on you like a father teaching his daughter a life-lesson before he lets her out into the world. once his mouth stops moving and a second passes for you to take in the information, only two words leave your lips.
âyou trippinâ,â with a half-manic smile and brows knitted together, you look almost like youâre made for the asylum- but understandably, your admittance is overdue.
as your heart palpitate inside the confines of your rib cages and the scene from that night replays at the back of your eyes like a broken record - jungkookâs hesitant glance, the windows to his soul shutting tight with hesitance and the teeth that traps his lower lips as though his body is forbidding him to say whatever his heart and mind wanted - as much as it pains you to admit it, the signs were all there.
you just didnât want to admit it.
thatâs what pining over a best friend youâve known for over a decade does.
the denial that comes after realizing you donât want anyone else to touch jungkook when im nayoung stood on her tippy toes and pecked jungkookâs lips before running off with a flustered expression - you were both in elementary and jungkook was more into sleepovers with the abundance of plushies you had than hanging with âother kidsâ.
then comes the ugly head of self-loathing and guilt as you fixed park jihyo a smile as jungkook introduced you two. one, as his girlfriend and the other, his best friend.
both, in love with him.
itâs ugly and disgusting, jealousy that is. but youâre uglier for smiling and laughing with jihyo over the things you would with a best friend whoâs a girl - there were things you couldnât share with jungkook as a girl. but youâd let your eyes linger a second too on them as they shared a peck when heâd meet you too in front of the school gate after his extra class was over - you lost count of the times you wished you were her.
you carried the pathetic little mask of a smile to uni. by then, jungkook had broken up with jihyo. there was a lot of tears and consoling and empty words of assurance.
âhey, if you guys are meant to be, youâll meet again someway somehow.â youâd fixed her an encouraging smile as your heart bloomed with hope for when youâll get jungkookâs attention all to yourself once you start uni.
getting into the same one had been pure luck.
it didnât bring you far though. jungkook started gaining attention for his friendly nature and bunny smile that attracted both males and females. it wasnât long until heâs bringing you to parties where heâd keep you by his side because he knew you didnât know most of these people. tried to get you involved in the conversation but there was nothing interesting about the dude who drank himself silly and woke up in front of an old ladyâs door butt naked or about that girl who woke up a five minutes before class in a city an hour away from where her dorm is.
well, at least, none of them seemed like jungkookâs type. he never had a girlfriend throughout his years in uni though he had plenty of other experiences that makes you wonder what in the world he hasnât tried yet.
being in a relationship, is probably the only thing he hasnât done.
jungkook liked kind people. ones that didnât point at a random person and say an offhanded comment and collectively laugh about it. someone that laughs and smiles a lot because and didnât have a single bad bone in their body.
liked.
because you donât know what kind of person jungkook likes now. but you never thought him asking a hypothetical question from what seems like another person's perspective about his lifestyle would be, as taehyung calls it-
âiâm telling you,â he slams a hand on the table, a loud pap! resonating in the air but he doesnât seem bothered by the pain - if there is any - as his eyes bore into you, âthat was jungkook shooting his shot!â
âi donât know,â you take a sip from the metal straw of your matte black tumbler for the sake of doing something,��âit doesnât feel real but i can kind of see it?â
âtake it for what it is, love,â the pull of his eyebrows together couldnât have been more frustrating, âjungkook has every reason to have the fattest crush on you - i mean look at you, youâre funny, adorable and nicer than all his friends combined.â
jungkook has multiple friend groups he hangs out with. funny how you started out as duos and merged into a quadruplet and ended up being that friend group that jeon jungkook doesnât really look like he fits in but heâs probably hanging out with you guys from time to time because youâd known each other the longest. or so word has it.
âthatâs basically everyone whoâs not his friends.â with an eye roll, you wrap your mouth around the straw. this time, for the sake of hiding the smile that threatens to bloom on your face as it is in your heart.
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and thatâs how you find yourself in more than one âdonât you dareâ moments. jimin has begun randomly pointing out something about your hair accessory to your clothes to your fucking strawberry printed socks.Â
to prove a point, he said.
âhey beautiful,â oh, and heâs resorted to calling you all the adjectives in the world - but that doesnât mean it doesnât work in making jungkookâs face scrunch in displeasure for the briefest moment as he glances at jimin as though heâs an adjective away from beating the man into a bloody pulp, ânice shirt.â
despite knowing the comment is every bit staged - and probably doesnât mean that your minnie and mickey mouse shirt is anywhere compliment-worthy, you still look down at the two mice, one kissing the other on the cheek.
the âuh, thanks,â couldnât have been more dubious and skeptic.
and so begins jiminâs not-so-secret mission to bring jungkookâs attention to you.
âisnât the stickers on ___âs mac cute, jungkook?âÂ
jungkook skims at the grizzly, panda and ice bears scattered across your mac before breaking into a smug smirk, âof course they are, i bought them for ___.â
you can almost hear jimin and taehyung high-fiving on the row behind you just as the professor walks in.
while jungkook seems to oblivious to it all, eyes trained to the display on the on the front, you allow yourself to indulge in the heat that seeps through your pores and warms your heart.
itâs not like jungkook stopped going to parties.
but finals season is almost upon you and heâs been hanging out with you more. sitting next to you in class while jimin and taehyung dozes off at the back.Â
âthey sleep in class just to spend hours on end studying at the library,â jungkook huffs, eyebrows knitting together adorably as he stresses over your two friendsâ stamina for sitting in one place for six hours straight and only needing a bottle of water at their disposal, âi mean, why canât they just focus in class so they donât have to study a whole semesterâs worth of syllabus in the last minute and drag us into it?â
the six hour mark ended and theyâre out getting some snacks for you to secretly munch on until the library closes.
âi mean,â you begin, eyebrows jolting upwards at the more-than-obvious fact heâs supposed to already know, âyou technically came here with your own free will, youâre free to leave whenever you want.â
another sigh hits the air as the boy slams his onto the book he has open in front of him, âyeah, but i need to study to pass and i needed you guys to push me,â he laments.
ever since then, thereâd been far too many moments of where youâre stuck with jungkook to wait for the two non-time-abiding asses. at first, excuses like âsorry weâre late, we were getting mcdonaldâsâ or some other poor fast food restaurantsâ name that became the patsy, but they started dwindling to âoh hey, sorry, we didnât notice the timeâ and eventually a âhey, jiminâs got a meeting with a professor and heâs my ride so you guys go firstâ.
and before you know it, finals pass and youâre visiting your hometown while jungkook stuck around for a part-time job with taehyung whilst jimin drops off the face of the earth after having mentioned that heâs going on a family vacation at some private island with apparently the worst wifi connection âlike ever.â
the two now-co-workers keep spamming the group chat with pictures of them in their uniforms, holding different drinks which they personally every time. when youâre staying over with your grandmother, itâs your turn to spam pictures of her great black cat who seem to only like sitting in her lap and glaring at you in every picture you take of the two watching tv together. almost as if he had a sixth sense when it comes to cameras.
âwhen are you coming back?â jungkook grumbles from the other end of line.
youâve just got a shower and heâs just got home from a night shift. heâs probably havenât even taken off his jacket yet when he proposed calling you like the sporadic times you both did throughout the break.
âi donât know. i donât feel like going back maybe even until the ceremony,â you confess, half-meaning it. the gardening, and saying helloâs to everyone you see while buying groceries because everyone knows everyone here, and the best-tasting cookies your grandma make, and waking up to her cat suffocating you in your sleep, isnât so bad.
âiâm dying here,â he sighs, sounding more relaxed and probably lying on his bed now, âif i have to insist that i canât âreheatâ coffee and can only make a new one and end up having to hide in the kitchen for five seconds to pretend like thereâs a secret microwave only for coffees,â he says all in one breath before letting a suspenseful silence hang in the air and then finally revealing the next big thing heâll do, âiâm seriously going to spit in their coffee while in the kitchen pretending to reheat it with an invisible microwave.â
the laughter that tumbles out of your mouth is probably ugly and you probably snorted a couple times but jungkook doesnât seem to notice. or care as he keeps insisting âiâm really gonna do itâ whilst you end up laughing until your stomach hurts and tears begin to prick your eyes.
âis this the same regular that like, wants their coffee like super hot?â you finally manage to ask, traces of laughter still threatening to spill from your lips.
âyeah,â his sounds impressed, âhowâd you know?â
âtae told me,â you make an incredulous face and shrug even though he canât see, âyou do realize you work at the same place, right?â
âyeah but i never see him talk about it in the group but i probably missed it-â
âoh no,â your hand goes up in a dismissive wave, âwe talk on the phone and he told me about it.â
âyou guys talk on the phone too?â thereâs a strain in his voice, possibly out of surprise.
âyeah, like every day.â you say, tongue subconsciously lapping over your bottom lip.
âoh,â is all he says for the longest moment before chirping out the billion dollar question, âwhy arenât we talking every day?â
âi donât know,â your shoulder line rises, almost swallowing your neck as a war breaks out within yourself, âwe did try at the beginning of break but you always had a party to go to so...â
âoh,â this âohâ is a little bit dejected and perhaps hits a little different before he continues, âi donât go to those anymore.â
this time, itâs your jaw that falls. your voice is small, almost as though cautiously teetering on tightrope as you ask, â...why not?â
âi just didnât see the point of going anymore you know? once we graduate, i wonât even talk to these people anymore - but i wanna continue being friends with you guys.â
the âyou guysâ meaning you, taehyung and jimin. the bros. the homies. itâs no secret that he probably sees you all as the same gender, not a guy nor a girl but just friends.
well. itâs not the first time jungkookâs friendzoned you.
âthatâs great,â you canât help but nod even though you know he canât see you, âi wanna keep being friends with you too, jungkook.â
ever since then, you talk almost everyday. sometimes in threeâs and when taehyung had a shift and jungkook got off his, itâd just be the two of you. and for the first time, in ages, it feels as though the âbestâ in your friendship has somewhat reintroduced itself once more. jimin somewhat manages to get a connection somewhere along the way and the first thing he did was complain about the three digit number in a red bubble in the corner of the message app and then managing to get one picture of him in flowery trunks, and a baby monkey eating a banana perched on his shoulder with the beach in the background before disappearing for the rest of the month until two weeks before the graduation ceremony.
âso like, do you have anyone to pick you up?â jungkook asks from he other end of the line. he sounds more free since itâs the last day of his job.
âyeah,â you announce, attentiveness laced in your tone for your next words might be indicative enough, âmy sister.â
âwhat.â he drags out the word in a disbelieving tone and itâs no secret why heâs doing that-Â âi havenât seen you in ages! and youâre going to your sisterâs? wait - this isnât like a permanent thing right? weâll get to hang out before the ceremony, right?â
it takes you a moment to register the series of questions he bombarded you with and before you know it, the silence has already turned your voice into a small and guilt-ridden, âum, yes and no?â
a groan.
âi havenât seen seulgi in forever too and she kept nagging me to visit her during break but i never did so now she has like a whole weekâs worth of itinerary planned out for us to do before the ceremony,â the excuse trickles out of your mouth hurriedly, âjungkook, i have to do this, or the next time weâll meet itâs at my funeral and youâll be talking to my dead carcass before they bury me.â
it takes a moment of anticipating silence before he grumbles out a âfine. but after that, youâre staying over at my place.â
âokay but i mean if weâre having stay overâs wouldnât taeâs place be better since he has a whole ass apartment for himself?â youâre at that point where youâre discussing stay over arrangements before actually consulting the owner of the place.
âi guess,â his voice is a little lower and smaller but it revives at the mention of the new pizza place that just opened before you decided to invite the other two in the call to make plans to visit there.
when the day finally comes for you to don the royal blue robe and cap, you do so with barely enough grace and composure for someone whoâs about to receive her blood sweat and tears on a stage all because you and your sister are - this must be karma for shading taehyung and jimin for being - a bunch of non-time-abiding asses.
the double doors are almost closed as you struggle with not tripping on your high heels whilst trying to keep your hair out of your face.
âwhere have you been?â you almost didnât recognize the golden man who tapped you on your shoulder from behind.
âjimin! you made it!â is the first thing you say.
ârich coming from someone who barely got to her seat in time,â he gives you a once over and youâre not quite sure what he sees because your back which heâll be looking most at is clad is oversized blue robe. but despite that, you reach out to give his hand a squeeze and he takes it with just as a tight, âwe made itâ kind of squeeze before you turn to the chancellor thatâs beginning his speech.
youâre not sure which row jungkook is at or if he even sees you and you read taehyungâs âi feel like a proud mommaâ text because his major adds another year to his studies than you, jimin and jungkook.
the ceremony goes on without a hitch and youâd like to believe your picture is as perfect as your make up which your sister claims to be âout of this world!â - only because itâs her that did it.
âso you guys talk everyday?â jimin pulls you into him, a smile gracing his beautifully tanned skin as he steals a glance at something behind your shoulders - possibly jungkook whom you saw was being swarmed by his friends to take pictures with.
âyeah, i guess,â you casually say with a shrug.
âitâs true, i was there,â taehyung comes up next to you, replacing jiminâs arms with his in a side hug.
âman, i really wish i witness it all,â jimin grumbles, âbut the connection on that island was shitty.â
âiâm sure you connected in different ways,â the taller man adds, a strain in his voice which the shorter doesnât seem to notice as he try to wave off the belatedly relayed fact that his family is a different kind of family.
like the kind that invites sex workers and other business colleagues alike to enjoy themselves for as long as they wanted, as long as the park family was there.
âokay but how long is he going to take?â jimin quizzes, eyebrows soaring whilst you and taehyung follow his gaze to the growing size of people a few feet away who clearly look like theyâre here for a photoshoot than a simple graduation ceremony, âmy parents kinda skipped work to see me go on stage and get a piece of paper they paid a lot for so i kinda want to get the family pic done before i go to my second family...â
time doesnât seem to stop like they do in the movies. it happens all too fast, in fact - jiminâs voice fading into the background, the countdown of the person taking the picture of the group of graduates jungkookâs in starting from three, two, one! and a girl with the prettiest curls that seem to bounce as she turns around and stick her tongue into jungkookâs mouth.
it must have been your uncanny silence that draws the attention of the two boys and a âoh shit...â from one of them - youâre not sure who even though taehyung and jimin has two distinctly sounding voice.
all youâre sure of is the involuntary movements of your feet as they carry you away from the scene. your eyes are dry but thatâs probably only because your brain hasnât registered what exactly happened though deep down, youâre perfectly aware of the fact that those daily calls, the spams of good mornings and randomly sending each other selfies were nothing more than exchanges between two people who were onlu ever connected through a childhood bond that got translated into best friendship just because there was no other name for knowing someone for so long even though you probably stopped being friends first year of college.
â___! wait!â someone calls for you and you wish it so badly to be jungkook but you know better than to expect for the impossible. a modern day fairy tale.
âhey, donât cry. jungkookâs a fucking dick,â the tall stature that finally caught up to you and trapped you in his arms, whispers. gentle, understanding and pitiful.
itâs not just the comforting warmth, itâs also the hand thatâs rubbing your back that you know is probably jiminâs that makes you break out into your first sob. whilst the day isnât exactly free of tears, those who did shed them did it out of gratitude and a sort of âi did itâ kind of relief but not you.
today, your cheeks are marred by the excruciating pain of a heartbreak. you might as well tear your chest open, take out the beating organ and hand it over to jungkook so he could crush them with his own two hands.
maybe itâd hurt less.
somewhere amidst your fit, you choke on your laughter as you catch the two bickering.
âthatâs not how you comfort a crying lady, taehyung, what the fuck?â jimin doesnât hold back with his colorful words.
âwhat? what did i do?â the taller man sounds all the more confused but still pass you on to the shorter one like a gift basket when a hand pulls you into another pair of arms.
a hand patting your head as jimin murmurs, âthere, there, youâre going to be okay, sweetie,â he hugs you just a tad bit tighter as though to say i promise, âyouâre young, youâre beautiful and you just graduated with honors. in five years you wonât even remember your little crush for jungcockhead.â
you would have laughed if not for the shadow in your periphery stopping dead in its trek just a few feet away from you and close enough to hear every word jimin uttered in his attempt to placate your rising desire to flee the scene.
âwhat?â even a simple syllable is enough to tell you who the voice belongs to. perhaps itâs because youâve heard it in real life and on the phone countless times and countless more during the span where he worked sporadic shifts and you were gardening and getting scratched by your grandmotherâs cat that you tried relentlessly to befriend.
ânothing, jungkook.â you wish it was you who said it but itâs jimin whoâs hugging you tighter like a mother comforting their heartbroken child, âwhy donât you go back to your girlfriend and stick your face where itâs actually wanted?â
almost as though physically slapped in the face.
with a brick.
jungkookâs shoulder line jolts as he flinches, brows knitting together as you can almost see the rewind of the moment your heart gets split in two. she has the prettiest, softest tanned complexion, luscious curls and body that fits the definition of a glowed-up.
he takes one step forward but stops when you shrink into jiminâs arms, almost as though seeking protection. but it takes everything in you not to run to him and make up an excuse about feeling hot and stuffy and that being the reason you left, when the crestfallen expression mars his otherwise ever-smiling features.Â
âthat wasnât what you thought it was-â you could almost swear he chokes at the end of his words but the pause is too short to tell, âi left her as soon as i saw you running off.â
âoh my god, cut the bullshit! this isnât the first time and this wonât be the last. donât talk to ___, donât even look at her, douchebag,â the rumble of jiminâs voice vibrates against you as he pokes taehyung in the rib, making the boy cry out in pain.
the assaulted man has half a mind to ask for further instructions when he turns to you and jimin but decides against it, squaring up his shoulders and placing a warning hand, âjust leave, man. ___ clearly doesnât wanna talk to you right now.â
âever.â jimin half-shouts.
those deep brown eyes search for yours as though holding on the last strand of what you call best friendship - hoping, wishing that it isnât true. but as soon as they find your puffy eyes, you throw your gaze to the ground, finding the crack in the asphalt in a better state than your heart.
you can only imagine jungkookâs face falling at your refusal to affirm the strength of yearsâ worth of friendship. because the fact of the matter is, youâre not so sure if you want to keep pretending to be oblivious as he wraps his arms around another person and kiss them like he means it.
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â___,â the bed dips as you feel the weight of the blanket get yanked off you. seulgiâs sweet peaches perfume filling your senses, âget up, itâs been days since you had an actual meal.â
âiâm not hungry,â you grumble against the pillow just as your stomach starts making the most monstrous sound ever existed in history of mankind.
âyeah right,â she scoffs but her hand on your arm is warm and soothing, âcome on, please eat something - iâm saying âpleaseâ here and you know i never say âpleaseâ. people say âpleaseâ to me.âÂ
you canât help but laugh at that. seulgiâs never truly begged anyone for anything in her entire life. she would have asked once and left you be until you were done moping around over jungkook getting with jihyo. it was after you did get over your first heartbreak, did she get you ice cream and youâd spent the night in her room with fairy lights and forts, watching the notebook.
âdonât let a boy hurt you like that again, ___, promise me.â she held up a pinky, and yours felt like a ton of weight just dropped over you.
in the end, you hooked your pink with hers and made a promise of sisterhood.
but she hadnât been there when you needed your off days in college when rumors started spreading about jungkook and a different girl every week.
the wounds to your ever bleeding heart donât heal. but you got used to picking yourself up and you got better at that with that one class you failed, that one presentation you blew, the humiliating mistake you made in front of your supervisor and every time after that. seulgi had her own ways to deal with problems and you had yours - or maybe patching yourself up after a fuck up was more of your forte.
who knows?
âwhatâs for dinner?â
âreally?â at your inquiry, the face you thought would light up like a christmas tree - doesnât. if anything, she bites her bottom lip just like you just caught her red-handed for doing something you probably wonât like.
âwhat?â you ask plainly, at this point, you wonât even be surprised if she said the sky is falling.
itâs not.
but her next words are far more foreboding than the end of the world, âlook, jungkook came over like he always did everyday since that day and today i wanted him to stop coming for good so i told him if you at least have the energy to get some food, iâd let him see you,â her eyes glimmer with a sort of remorse that you canât even hold her against.
âthen canât you tell him i still donât wanna eat?â is what you say, completely unperturbed or rather not registering the fact that your best friend whom youâve been in love with for as long as you can remember is in your sisterâs living room because he probably heard about your hunger strike.Â
but the only problem is, heâs not in the living room-
âheâs right outside the room. i told him he can stand there and see for himself how bad he fucked you over so heâll feel bad enough to leave you alone.â she says in a hurried whisper, eyes glancing to the half-agape door every second.
a spark lights up inside you, like smolders blown by wind and flares into flames, âseriously? you couldnât talk to me first about it?â
her eyebrows furrow as her mouth opens and closes for a moment before she confesses, â...i didnât think youâd say yes to lunch.â
âwhatever just-â you tear your gaze away from your sisterâs involuntary puppy eyes just so you wouldnât end up clawing them out yourself, â...just go, seulgi.â
for the longest yet briefest moment, the only thing you can hear in the room is your steady breathing. the flame still burns but it doesnât flare into a raging fireball. and you know full well it probably isnât easy for jungkook to pass to through the door after having heard how you reacted when you found out heâs just outside.
when he does, he doesnât even hide the way his doe eyes shine with something you canât pinpoint as he takes you in. all of you. with your mused, oily hair and three dayâs worth of hoodie and puffed eyes.
âhey,â he murmurs ever so softly, the bed dipping where seulgi sat.
you echo the same greeting back but with a hoarser voice compared to his velvet one.
âso, what do you want for dinner?â he begins, cautious eyes finding yours.
âi donât want it anymore,â is all you say as you shrug casually.
âoh.â he sounds fragile. nothing at all like the self-assured jeon jungkook youâve come to know.
silence fills the room like a big, blue elephant. seconds stretch on into minutes and you find yourself leaning against the headboard, drawing invisible patterns over the sheets while jungkook-
you donât know what heâs doing. he could be fiddling with his fingers like how 10-year-old him would whenever you met at your favorite spot after a fight. but youâre both no where near 10 and if thereâs any traces of the boy you once called your best friend, itâs probably only his appearance thatâs never really changed.
either way, you donât dare to even steal a glance his way.
âi like you too.â
the words hit the air like a drop of water that vaporized faster than what science dictates it too. you almost thought you were hearing things if not for the way he looks at you. as though waiting for something. anything.
âi...â you trail off before shaking your head, almost as though coming to your senses, âi canât do this.â
jungkook laughs awkwardly, hand scratching the back of his head, âyeah, i understand - iâm sorry i- i just wanted to make sure youâre fine and then i got carried away- i should leave.â
but before he takes a step towards the door, you call for him, âjungkook, wait.â
âiâm leaving for japan in two days,â you finally let the cat out of the bag.
âwhat?â comes out a second later - you donât dare to look up from your hands to see what kind of emotion heâs making.
but he at least deserves an explanation, âfor the longest time, i feel fucked up because i get so jealous of the girls that dated you...â taking a deep breath, you continue, âbut i know itâs because i think iâm not enough-â
âyou are - youâre more than enough,â the interjection is what makes you look up involuntarily, if not to confirm it yourself - the knitted eyebrows and heartbroken gaze proves it and then the sinking realization settles in, âbut you donât believe me.â
you shake your head, a bitter smile on your lips, âiâm not enough for me and thatâs something i have to work with.â
âby running away?â his voice rises to the ceiling, confusion and frustration pooling in his eyes.
âby finding myself,â you correct, âyou know like how people go to a different country and come back a different person except iâm hoping to find that person.â
âin japan,â he sounds like heâs a word away from hooking you up with a specialist - not that you havenât thought of one but-
you laugh and he looks at you like heâs stuck in the middle of a never ending maze, âmy momâs planning to visit my aunt in japan and since iâm officially unemployed i guess, iâm tagging along.â
âoh,â his shoulder line sags as he sighs in relief, âso like a vacation.â
it tenses back up when you say, âi might look for a job there.â
âyouâre permanently moving to japan?â jungkookâs body seems to be here but his conscience seems to have flown out - probably to japan.
you want to laugh but it doesnât seem like a proper setting for it. especially when youâre confessing to your crush that you like him but also subtly admitting that heâs partly the reason youâre leaving the life you know for a new one. and you might not even do it willingly.
âi might find a job with a branch company in korea - work there for a year and then transfer here,â you shrug, âi donât know.â
âi-is this because-â he starts but you shake your head.
âyes and no?â you say, ânone of this is your fault but iâm projecting my frustrations onto you and this isnât healthy... i need- i need to go away for awhile and figure myself out.â
and thatâs how jeon jungkook finally comes to the realization that nothingâs been the same. you havenât been the best friend you prided yourself to be for a long time and that best friend completely disappeared in second year of college after he started spending nights at parties and only lunches with you. until eventually, youâre stuck in a habit - a cycle that you canât break from until something dramatic or life changing happens.
and so it goes, he sees you off at the airport with taehyung and jimin. unsure of whether they were still friends after theyâd deliberately stopped him from running after you on your graduation day, they were the first to approach him. they understood that itâd only be worse if he chased after you but they didnât hate him - dislike him at times when - as they called it - he was so damn clueless, yes but they didnât hate him. and that was a relief.
nothing major changed. he moved in with taehyung and jimin and even got a job at the same company as jimin. you went off radar but still kept in contact every once in awhile - it was like that time jimin went to that private island except you had all the reception you needed, just not the time to text as much as you used to.
job hunting was tough and he understood the competition. when you got a job, you were plagued with a newbieâs role, having to do overtimes to finish up work that was piling before they gave you that position.
then one year turned to two and two years turned to three. jungkook became a manager while jimin took up the position as a secretary in their rival company - itâs funny because everyone at the office would shit-talk him and they would make fun of those people as they drink into the night.
jungkook lost contact with most of his party friends - they were great with hooking him up with a potential client but besides that, he was basically living the workaholic life with his two apartment mates as his only source of social interaction outside of work.
from meetings to gatherings to meetings and then private dinners with clients. the cycle goes on until that one evening where arrives at an invites-only event.
âjungkook, come here,â the director gestures him over and because thereâs a server blocking his view, he only notices the girl standing in front of his superior, when heâs finally by his side.
â...a hardworker - every project heâs ever handled hits the internet like a boom!â the director was saying.
âah jungkook,â the man taps him on his shoulder but he can barely feel it when his eyes are trained on you, stunning in that deep toned dress and new hairstyle, âmeet ___, you guys will be working on the twin tower project together.â
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âso youâre back for good?â he asks when youâre finally alone, lingering at the balcony and away from your superiorâs eyes.
ânot quite - i still have to fly to japan every week,â you shrug casually.
âoh,â he nods.
âyou look great by the way,â he adds a moment later, scuffing his foot against the floor.
you canât help but giggle at how boyish he is, even at the age of 25, he still acts like a child, âthanks - you donât look half bad yourself.â
he echoes a âthanksâ as well before throwing his gaze over the magnificient view of the cityscape. artificial lights from the buildings appear like stagnant fireflies. itâs sad that theyâre the reason you canât see stars anymore.
but fate is too cruel.
because hoseok, your partner is calling you over - a couple of middle aged people standing next to him, smiling that mechanical smile that isnât any different from your business smile.
âi gotta go,â you sigh but shoot him one last melancholy smile, âiâll see you this monday?â
âyeah, see you this monday.â jungkook smiles a smile that says heâs not so sure where you stand. colleagues. ex-best friends. acquaintances?
with a wave goodbye, he watches as you strut to the couple, transforming into a woman so sure of every gesture, even a smile and a throw of your head back as you laugh. everything you do, every movement you make is mesmerizing.Â
and he knows heâs not the only one who thinks so as he watches your partner gaze at you with eyes that doesnât seem to see anyone else but you. laughs at something you say as if heâs completely enchanted.
jungkook turns around, hand propped on the railing as he takes a sip of the wine heâs been holding. without realizing it, a smile slips onto his face, he makes a mental note to check your companyâs dating policy.
most forbid office romances anyway.
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note. iâve had this in the draft for forever! and thought i was never gonna finish this but i somehow got a burst of inspiration yesterday and here we are! hope yall enjoyed!
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Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 23 - finishing touches
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You hummed around your fork as the creamy buttercream hit your tongue, looking down at your lap that held your aunt's tablet as you looked over the concept art your aunt had made for your wedding cake.
They ranged from sheet cakes with black and red swirling designs to four-tiered cakes with black and silver designs with red roses decorating the top and bottom tiers.
âthese are all so pretty, I have no clue which one to chooseâ you sighed, setting down the fork next to the crumbs of your once existing sample cake, you and Harry had decided on the flavors a bit ago, chocolate raspberry truffle cake with raspberry glaze and chocolate buttercream and angel food with light vanilla buttercream.
Tonks, your aunt, laughed and held her hand out for the tablet, you leaning over with it and placing it in her hand âthatâs no problem if you can't decide right now, there's no rush since your wedding isnât tillâŚhave you decided when youâll get married?â you paused at her question and shrugged, you honestly didnât remember if you and Harry had decided on a date, almost everything was ready and set.
The place, the dĂŠcor, the flowers, the bridesmaids, groomsmen, junior bridesmaids, and groomsmen all chosen, their clothes and accessories ready to be of use. the flower girls were chosen and their clothes ready, the place where you would have the reception at was chosen, the food at the reception was chosen, who was going to marry you and Harry (FG offered to marry the two of you, being the one to originally separate you she wanted to officially bind you together as an apology), who was going to give you away (your aunt), the archway you were going to be married under was designed, Evie said your dress and Harrys suit was ready, the guest list was long since completed, all that was left to do was chose the cake design and decide the time and day to get married really.
ânot sure yet, Iâll ask Harry the next time we talk about wedding stuffâ you smiled as Tonks gave you a grin and flipped through her cake designs again.
âim sure youâll pick the best day, now pick a cakeâ she slid the tablet back over to you. You picked it up and scrolled through the designs again.
You finally decided on the four-tiered cake with white fondant and silver piping designs, with black borders and red roses swirling from the top to the bottom. âgreat choice, now I think you have a final dress fitting to get to~â Tonks teased, standing to give you a hug and waving you off as you walked into the back to go through a portal to the descendant's universe.
You stuck your key into the storage room door lock and turned it, the portal opening behind the closed door. You swung it open and stepped into the shimmering light portal.
A moment later you stepped out into Evie's starter castle, calling out to her to let her know you were there âEvie!! Im here!â you heard her call back to you from the greenhouse turned office and you made your way over to her. âso I heard that my dress is ready?â Evie spun in her chair, facing away from the light purple dress she was working on, and nodded with a bright grin.
âAll ready! Harry's suit is done too but Iâll have him come by later, try it on!â she dashed over to one of her movable dress wracks and plucked a gorgeous white dress with billowy sheen sleeves, a plunging sweetheart neckline, and a long sheer train that flowed from the back. âhere you go! Now go go! I want to see the finished product on you!â she squealed, jumping in excitement as you took the dress and went to go change behind the changing screen Evie had installed a while ago for her costumers that came personally to her office.
It took a minute or two to get into the dress, with all the fabric but it was pretty easy to figure out how to put it on. Finally, you zipped up the back and picked up the skirt, and stepped out from behind the changing screen.
Evie gasped and clapped erratically âO M G it's perfect~!!! You look so amazing!!!â you let out a small laugh and let Evie lead you to her standing mirror, gasping at your reflection.
(yes im showing the design again im so damn proud of this dress i want it for my own wedding if i ever have one)
It was exactly the way you had designed it, from the small gems decorating your neckline to the white sapphire waist overlay âEvie, it's perfectâ your voice cracked, pure happiness overwhelming you âitâs exactly what I wanted, and dreamed ofâ
âthank you so much for trusting me with it (y/n), and it's beautiful because you designed it too, you have an amazing eye for fashionâ Evie giggled, holding onto your shoulders and smiling at you in the reflection of the mirror. âyou are going to take Harry's breath away on your wedding dayâ
You laughed again, wiping the tears from your eyes and turning, wrapping your arms around Evie and hugging her tightly âthank you so much Evieâ she hummed and hugged you back.
âyouâre welcome (y/n), itâs the least I could do for all I've doneâ you raised your brow and leaned back, about to ask her what she meant before you remembered she had helped Mal kidnap you to have FG transport you back to your world.
âStill, thank youâ you patted her arm, twirling back around and admiring the dress again. âI love it so much.â
âim gladâ Evie sang, walking back over to her desk and continuing on the dress she had paused working on when you walked âso is everything almost done?â
âyepâ you chirped, spinning and grinning to yourself as the skirt and train flared around you. âitâs all done actually, all thatâs left is for Harry to try on his suit and for us to pick a day and timeâ
âoh, the archway is finished?â Evie asked, looking over her shoulder at you. The archway that you and Harry would be married under would be installed on your new ship for your wedding, but you and Harry had gone through a billion designs before finding the perfect one, and it had just been finished building and all it needed were its white and red roses decorating the main top boards.
âyep, Harry and I approved the final work two nights ago, weâre basically ready to get married at any point nowâ you turned and walked back over to the changing screen, unzipping the dress and letting it fall down your arms. âagain, just need to pick a dayâ
Evie clapped her hands in glee âoooh I so excited, honestly, I think im more excited for this than I am Mal and Ben's weddingâ you laughed loudly at that.
âReally?â you tilted your head out of the screen, raising your brow at Evie âwhy?â
âI donât knowâ Evie sighed âsomething about it being moreâŚprivate? And itâs really just going to be personal friends and family with some extra people, right? it just feels a bit more intimate than their wedding which is going to be broadcasted across Auradonâ
You hummed, yeah you were glad you didnât have to deal with all that for your wedding, and your wedding, hopefully, also would have Carlos actually there, he had mentioned that the day of Mal and Bens wedding was the day of his very important-you can't miss it or youâll fail the entire year-finals test for veterinary school.
Ben and Mal had tried to reschedule their wedding so Carlos could attend but unfortunately, everything was all set and both were unable to move the date. They promised they would have either Jay or Doug record everything for him so he could at least see the wedding âpersonallyâ instead of on the news, he would be there for the reception but he would be missing the ceremony.
âwhat month are you thinking for it?â Evie wondered aloud, the hum of her sewing machine overpowering her voice a bit.
âim thinking either late spring or early summer? So May or June. I donât want it to be cold as all hell but I donât want it to be so warm everyone's sweating?â you shrugged on your shirt and zipped up your boots, stepping back out into the main area of Evieâs office with your dress in your arms âhonestly I dunno, Iâll talk to Harry tonight about it, we're having dinner at my place.â
Evie nodded at that and stood, taking your dress and hanging it back up on her rack. âawesome, welp, weâre all done here! Soâ she waved her hands at you as if casting a spell âwhy donât you get back toâŚwhatever you were doing or needed to do after you were done with thisâ you laughed and nodded, spinning on your heel and walking out of Evie's office, waving her goodbye as you stepped out into her kitchen.
âkay, bye Evie!â
âbye!â
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A couple of hours later and you were in your kitchen stirring up the mashed potatoes as Harry checked on the tri-tip. âthink it's ready yet?â Harry turned to you, nodding his head at the oven.
âjust check it with the meat thermometer, if it's 145 degrees it's readyâ Harry nodded, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the tri-tip, sticking the meat thermometer in, and grinning.
â145, weâre readyâ you nodded and turned off the heat for the gravy, and uncovered the cheese biscuits.
âOkay, ill cut it up and you can take the veggies out of the microwave and pour âem in the bowl thingâ
You grabbed a carving knife and a large fork, transferring the tri-tip to a cutting board and slicing it up. You worked in comfortable silence to finish your prep for dinner, the only heard was your knife against the meat and cutting board and the soft music playing on Harryâs Bluetooth.
âready!â Harry called, getting out two plates and setting them on the counter, walking over to you and kissing your cheek âthank yeh for helping me make this darlingâ
âyouâre welcome Harryâ you hummed, setting down the knife and fork and walking around Harry to get to the plates âplate up! And let's eat!â
After filling your plates with tri-tip, mashed potatoes and gravy, cheese biscuits, and corn, your dinner was ready to eat. You and Harry sat down at the counter/kitchen window and clinked your sodas before digging in, Harry dancing in his seat a bit as he bit into his food.
âgood?â Harry just hummed happily, and nodded, picking up his biscuit and bobbing his head as he bit into it. âgood.â You laughed slightly and dug into your own food, humming as you bit into the tri-tip âgood job on the tri-tip, itâs fucking bombâ Harry grinned and his ears turned red.
âThank yeh, Uma taught me how ta season steak a bit after the barrier came down.â You laughed again and pulled out your phone to text Uma.
âwell she's a damn good teacher, itâs fucking bombâ you sent a quick text to Uma telling her that she needed to teach harry more cooking stuff and she sent back a wink and a thumbs up.
âsooooâ you and Harry spoke in unison, stopping to look at each other and laughing âokay okayâ you waved your hands around âme firstâ Harry laughed a bit and nodded, leaning on his fist and watching you âso, twice today I've been asked when weâre getting married and-I realized I donât remember if we talked about it, like, at allâ Harry snorted.
âaye, Evie, Uma, anâ CJ asked meh the same thing, and yeah weâveâŚnever talked about when we want ta get marriedâ you and Harry shared an âoh shitâ smile and you shook your head.
âwell, when Evie asked me about it the first thought that came to my head was early summer or late spring, so like, May or June?â harry hummed and tapped the counter with his fingers.
âhuh, May actually sounds good, um, weekend or weekday?â you lifted your feet and rested them on the sideways beams of Harry's stool.
âmmm, weekend? Mostly everyone will be free on the weekendsâ Harry nodded, and took another bite of mashed potatoes âmaybe a Saturday?â
âsounds goodâ Harry mumbled through his food, swallowing it and taking out his phone, opening his calendar and scrolling up to May âum, so we have the 1st, 8th, 15th,22nd, and the 29th for Saturdayâsâ
You leaned closer to Harry and set your chin on his shoulder, examining the calendar on his phone âhow bout the 22nd? That way itâs not too soon for anyone's schedule and not the direct end of the monthâ Harry smiled and nodded in agreement.
âthatâs perfect, May 22nd it is, thatâs when we'll get marriedâ Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead âI can't wait for that day, my loveâ
âI can't wait either, I tried on my finished dress today and I just wanted to show you immediately, it's so dang pretty~!â you squealed, grinning as Harry chuckled at your enthusiasm.
âand I can't wait ta see you wearing it, I canât wait ta see yeh walk down the aisle towards me and I can't wait ta call yeh meh wifeâ you forced down the burning in your nose and eyes and wrapped your arms around Harry, burying your face in his shoulder. âand I can't wait to call you my husband, and love you for the rest of my lifeâ Harry hugged you back tightly, pulling you into his lap and pressing his cheek to the side of your head.
âI love you so much (y/n)â
âI love you too Harryâ
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âfinally! I was wondering when you two were going to pick a date, I've kept my calendar open just in case you two decided to say âfuck itâ and get married on a whim.â Uma waved her hands about as she ranted, and you hid your smile behind your glass and took a sip of your (drink)
âYeah, guess we can also finally print those invitations now tooâ Uma hummed at that and set her cup down, tilting her head at you.
âwell, the guest list is all done, right? So it won't be that much to doâ you shook your head and took another sip of your (drink).
âNope, just the design, and then printing, and everything will be ready to go, Harry and I already called Ben about using his private docks for the wedding because thatâs where our ship is and heâs all for itâ Uma nodded, moving forward on the table and resting her chin in her palm.
âso, next month, you and Harry get married~â you giggled in excitement and danced in your seat a bit.
âyep, hard to believe it's been almost a year since we got engaged, I feel like it's only been a monthâ you wished wistfully, a dreamy smile on your face âwhen I arrived on the isle, I never thought that Harry and I would even meet, then all of a sudden I was a part of your crew.â You and Uma shared a reminiscent smile, it had happened oh so long ago, all the way back in 2017 after D2 had released, and now it was 2021 and you were engaged to Harry freaking Hook, Uma was one of your best friends, Gil the other best friend, and you could travel from your world to the descendant's world.
It was like a dream come true, and if it was just a dream?
You hoped you would never wake up.
-end of part 23-
I know these wedding planning parts are lowkey kinda boring but really im just trying to set up the wedding part(s) (if it seems like im dragging everything out pls tell me, I donât want to bore yall)XD which is soon! It'll probably be posted on May 22nd and considering I've been posting like, once a month (im sorry lol), the next chapter may possibly be the wedding chapter but IDK~!!! But anyway thank you all for reading my dumb Harry Hook x reader that I started back in 2018 so it been like, more than two years since I posted the first part and for some reason yall liked it and asked for more??? Which like, my writing fucking sucked back then, so why the fuck did yall like it? XD
Anyway, just saying again that I will be making rewrites of part of your world and reprise, encore Iâll leave alone since I think it has okay writing, I might re-edit the first couple parts if I cringe enough at em but otherwise, encore will be left alone while the first two parts of the series will get rewritten. I will leave the original versions up but again, new versions coming after I finish encore.
Thank you! - R.Sparrow
(oh! also I designed the invitations~
pretty~ okay im done!)
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Mouth Dreams analysis
MOUTH DREAMS
I dont even need to introduce to you the marvelous mash up works of neil cicieregaâs mouth trilogy (now quadrilogy i guess). We all know them, we all love them and we all have our own interpretations of what they mean. For some merely musical shitposting, for others clever experimentation laden with phrases, leivmotifs and themes repeating here and there, and for many a deep and rich bounty of lore, hidden messages, subtextual stories and underlying narratives implied across multiple variations of all star, hidden in the meta data and uncovered only after doing spectrographic analysis on the soundwaves of the songs after being played at x0.000003 times the speed. It is usually understood that all the albums together form a unique and rich tapestry, a coherent whole that can be understood in its totality. Im not here to do that.
I came up with my own interpretation of what Mouth Dreams can be read as, independent from the other albums. Think of it as me presenting this entry as the soundtrack of a musical with its own self contained story. It is the interpretation that i chose to go by and i hope its understood the brilliance of these albums lies on how weird and vague and open ended they are such that any number of different readings can be extracted from them. So lets see the one i extracted, without further ado, lets begin.
Yahoo
It is an out of context, in media res, start for the whole story. We hear a voice, echoing in the void, yelling at the top of its lungs, reaching desperately for human conection. One form of looking at this song is that the voice only receives an empty response from its own echoes, but i dont take it like that. The song is too sublime and too beautiful for these, the notes soaring too high, the desperate plead is being answered. Someone is listening to the plead and answering right back, harmonizing.
This whole album is in a way that howl, reaching to others, and we the audience are answering back, listening. But also on another level, this whole album is the protagonist telling the tragic story of his own life to some sympathetic figure who wants to help, perhaps a therapist, perhaps a friend, perhaps a partner, weâll see. And as the yelling subsides the story starts proper.
Mouth dreams (intro)
We are being slowly taken into the story, entering the psyche of the main character, entering their subconscious, their dreams, their memories and therefore, their past. Weâll see what life they led and how they ended up where they are now and we start right at his infancy withâŚ.
Spongerock
Spongebob is a great indicator that we are seeing this personâs early childhood. They seem to be a rambunctious and energetic child. Cheerful and enthusiastic, yet there seems to be some underlying aggression there. The music is a bit to strong, and in comes freddy mercury berating the poor kid âyouâve got mud on your face, you big disgraceâ. Who is this entity being so hostile to a poor kid? What lies beneath that image of a happy kid? We are about to see on the next song.
Just a baby
This is where trouble starts. We are treated to a dramatic song about a poor young baby who seems to be having a pretty sad life. Justin bieber, former teen idol, keeps lamenting about the poor baby being stuck in baby jail. This song is very much about loss of innocence. A shadowy figure of the mother is introduced who tells the protagonist to be a good boy. And almost at the end of the song we get a suggestion of whatâs so wrong on this poor kidâs life. His mother apparently âshot a man in renoâ. We dont know if this is a literal thing the mother did or if this is a metaphor for the mother doing something horrible, commiting some crime, harming someone in some way. While its not clarified we see strong hints of what the mother could have done in the next song
Superkiller
As we worry what may be so wrong with this kidâs mother we come across the title for this song, ominous. Now in the original Psycho killer the killer was clearly the singer, but in here the song is twisted and turned a bit, recontextualized by the beats of âcant touch thisâ. It seems like this time is the singer the one who doesnt want to be touched by some nefarious figure (the mother? Is the mother a psycho killer?) maybe the kid saw the mother killing people âi dont like people when theyâre on fireâ. whatever the case might be the kid is clearly strung up and under a lot of stress and we are introduced to the first hint of the insomnia that will plague this persons life who cant sleep because âmy bedâs on fireâ. The horrible situation in which this kid is living is taking a severe toll on their mental health. How is he going to cope with this?
Get happy
I think everyone can agree that âcome on get happyâ is incredibly unnerving when mindlessly repeated over and over. A first read might suggest the kid is forced to put on a happy face, to pretend that there is nothing wrong going on with their life. But as the song progresses it could also be interpreted as the kid being tempted to find refuge from the horror by unsavory methods âget happyâ as in acquire happiness of a forced and artificial kind, perhaps drugs. But also âweâll make you happyâ. The kid is not running into a rabbit hole on their own, they are being invited. Its possible that the kid is being seduced by a bad crowd to move into seedy circles as an escape from their life.
Ribs
In here we see the kid, probably a young teenager by this point as suggested by the use of marylin manson in this song, falling deep into debauchery. The specific kind is not needed to know, it could be drugs, it could be sexual experimentation, it could be criminality. Point is this is unhealthy and dangerous and depraved, emphasized by the title of the song âribsâ as a reference to the rumor that marilyn manson removed two of his ribs in order to perform autofellatio. Whatever the case it clearly works, the song is actually a great bop, energetic and upbeat, the kid is content with the situation, at least for a whileâŚ
My mouth
This song is the coming down from the high. In here we see at full blast how the life of depravity on the one side and their situation at home on the other have turned the character into a hardcore insomniac, their health is severy compromised âMy eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skullâ. Another way to read this song is as we momentarily cutting back to the present. After all, what we have been seeing until now has been dreams/memories and this is a short look at the wreck that the person is as a grown up, stirring awake from their memories and trying desperately to forget or to go back to sleep where they can have a reprieve. As evidenced by the next song
Aerolong
I dont wanna miss a thing is completely turned on its head. As the lyrics clearly demonstrate is the protagonist who cant go to sleep being chased by their memories, specifically the memories of their mother âI don't miss you, babe, and I do want to miss a thingâ. As the person is tossing and turning on their bed, unable to sleep they talk about how they dont miss their mother at all and they want to ��missâ her as in they want to forget her.
Sleepinâ
The character is constantly speaking about how they are âsleeping with their clothes onâ this is due to them falling asleep during their everyday life because of their lack of sleep every night, this person is barely functional, their sleep schedule is broken. Also since this song is about the character actually sleeping it also works as a bridge back into their dreams and so into their past.
Aammoorree
Is another vignette about the character sinking into disreputable states in order to escape their shitty situation as a teenager, this time very specifically about being completely drunk and perhaps experiencing romance for the first time. The character is probably at a club or a party, drunkenly hitting on someone, though chances are without much success as the song becomes increasingly more incoherent and we go into a full black out. This gets bad enough that the person finally has to take a look andâŚ.
Where is my mom
âŚ.stop. It is highly suggestive that in the album the âstopâ is part of this song rather than the last one. The person is not only stopping their current alcoholic binge. They are stopping the entire situation and taking a good look at their life, finally confronting face to face what is happening and why it is so wrong. Now âstacyâs momâ was always kind of an inappropriate song due to it being about a child having a crush on their friendâs mom, as sung by an adult. But as it is recontextualized by the instruments of âwhere is my mindâ it takes on a much darker tone. The romantic words are still there but now with a sinister bent. This time the main character asks their friend if they can go and take refuge at their house and when they ask if the mom is going to be there they sound more scared than eager, specially suggested by the way he seems to be stammering the word âpoolâ, they are nervous and terrified. They also talk about stacyâs mom as âall they want and been waiting for so longâ, probably because all they want is a normal, loving mother. Presumably this song is about the main character finally talking about what is going on at his house with a friend, confessing and that confession gives way to realization
Fredhammer
Then realization gives way to anger. During this whole song we see the teenage character finally grasping how fucked up the whole situation is and he gets progressively more worked up with each successive aggravation âWhy did it take so long? Why (hoo!), did I wait so long, huh?
Why??? To figure it out, but I did it (huh?)â. From this we transition to the kid actually confronting their mom face to face. The line âSo you can take that cookie And stick it up your (yeah!)â can be read as the mother trying to pretend there is nothing wrong or pacifying the kid with empty gestures of motherhood, by making cookies and the kid spitting that back into their face. The kid gets more and more worked up through the song as we seamlessly transition to the next one.
Limp Wicket
This song is pure incoherent chaos but something very important can be rescued out of the chaos. This song uses the lyrics from the âewok celebrationâ which is presumably the song the ewoks sing in return of the jedi after the empire was defeated. So in a way is the kid celebrating that he finally confronted their mother and presumably defeated her. This is emphazised by the recurrence of the lyrics ââSo you can take that cookieâ. Is not specified how the mother is defeated, maybe social services or the police get involved, maybe the kid runs away, either way this song is triumphant. The evil entity that stole his childhood and innocence has been defeated.
Cannibals
This song is slightly different from the rest. It works as a form of victory lap after the defeat of the mother figure, but also as an intermission since it lies smack dab in the middle of the album, and finally as a transitionary song from childhood to adulthood. Is a time skip, we get to see the person grow up in fast forward as the THX song hits its crescendo. This song also makes it perfectly clear that, even though she was left behind, the mental scars that the mother left are still there and still fresh and still very much stopping them from sleeping âShe drives me crazy
And I can't help myselfâ.Â
The outsiders
This works as a way to recontextualize us in the life of the character as an adult. Our so called âfeature presentationâ. It is not altogether clear who these people being introduced are. They could be the people who came to mean something in this persons life as they grew up after trauma, probably multiple foster homes, social workers, friends, bosses, co workers, etc. the fact that they are being enumerated dissapasionatly could indicate how most of his social relationships were basically a meaningless blur for him who grew up socially distant due to trauma. It could also represent the multiple roles that our character was forced to take as they grew up and the multiple things that went through his mind or meant something. There is clearly some desperate attempts to recapture their lost childhood as figures such as âinspector gadgetâ or âthe ninja turtles part threeâ are named. The song is a fast montage of views and places. That prepares us for the next song.
Johnny
We finally zoom in and take a good look at our main character as an adult. A sad, pathetic figure, hurt and lonely, possibly not very well liked and certainly not respected as we hear boos all around. Despite all this the character is clearly committing themselves to be a good person, to not hurt others like he was hurt and specifically to not commit the same crimes that their mother commited.
Closerflies & Nightmovin
These two songs might as well work as a single piece since they are both more or less about the same thing. We reiterate how this person has been turned into an insomniac due to the trauma that they experienced as a child âWhen I'm far too tired to fall asleepâ. They are delirious and barely coherent, possibly hallucinating as they think about their life in bed. This is clearly hell on earth and it seems like its just never going to stop âCan't wake up in a sweat
'Cause it ain't over yetâ but, with neilâs classic sense of humor, the song immediately ends.
Now that could just be for the sake of irony but there is also another level in which it could be read. This suffering stops because something suddenly changes in this personâs life. What could that be?
Whitehouse
âI fell in love with a girlâ
As the lyrics say, the main character met someone special and they are deeply in love. But also, because of the past that weighs heavily on him, he is very trepidatious about wether to go on with the relationship or not. He knows he is damaged goods and he doesnt want to drag her down as well, these fears make it so he never fully opens up to her about his issues âShe turns and says, "Are you alright?" I said, "I must be fine because my heart's still beating."Â
Wah
The use of âwarâ by edwin starr is a clever reference about how everything is fair in love and war. Now this song is an important departure since it is sung from the point of view of the girl our main character fell in love with. She is a feisty woman who is very clearly trying to establish the terms of the relationship and demanding her partner to open up which the main character, due to his insecurities, takes as a declaration of war and which he deflects by playing dumb, hence the repeated use of the silly âWAHâ by wario.Â
Pee Wee Inc
The emotional distance from the man is putting a strain in the relationship, so what once was supposed to âfeel goodâ is now this melancholic and unbearable situation. Is no mistake that the song sampled here is âthe breakfast machineâ from pee weeâs big adventure. After all a neglected partner can feel like a breakfast machine, an object that is there just to make your breakfast. On top of this you can see that the insomnia hasnt gone away âMy dreams, they got a kissing 'cause I don't get to sleep, noâ. In a lot of ways the girlfriend is feeling used as just a relief from the manâs suffering but not as someone who is being truly loved.
1000 spoons
We go back to the womanâs perspective. At first it just seems like a simple melancholic situation where she is sad the relationship is not working, but then we see the woman have a full mental breakdown as the song changes and becomes much more deranged and we get to see what is really happening. The man ran away on their wedding day. This is represented by the lyrics âis like rain on your wedding dayâ because it means the wedding has been ruined. She is heartbroken by this.
Mouth dreams (extro)
Appropriately as the previous song talked about a wedding being ruined by ârainâ this song begins with the sound of rain. This is the big emotional climax of the story, the music at its most dramatic. Now i will admit, even for me this is a stretch, im willing to concede most of what i am about to say is essentially built out of whole cloth and me wanting to fit a neat full narrative into this album where there is none, but hey, what is art for?
Essentially the man is about to commit suicide, possibly by jumping off a bridge in the rain as suggested by the song being sampled âdrowningâ. The fact that this song is named after the album is a way to signify how everything that we have just seen weighs heavily on the manâs heart, his whole life, his memories, his trauma, and he is finally ready to end it all. He jumps.
But at the last second his wife jumps after him and drags him to the shore, the last we see is her trying to perform mouth to mouth resuscitation, as indicated by the song,âlove me mouth to mouth nowâŚâ he is unconscious and presumably finally sleeping peacefully (maybe dead?) â...cover me with dreams, yeahâ.
It might look like he will not survive, as implied by the sinister version of all star encroaching over the song. But as it looks like all hope is lost he finally WAKES UP.
In a way this song is also when we finally catch up with the start of the album where we saw the man desperately hollering for human contact and merely echos responding, except now someone finally answered, and he is finally ready to open up and share his story.
Brithoven
Even though this song is sung by a single person i choose to take it as a dialog between the couple, both of them sharing their regrets about their relationship with each other, her recriminating the fact that she couldnt have known what he was going through âoh baby bay, how was i supposed to know, that something wasnt right hereâ and him finally admitting that he needs help âMy loneliness is killing meâ.
Finally they both agree to try it again and give their relationship a second chance âhit me baby one more timeâ
Ainât
Part of me is conflicted about this song, i kind of want to disregard it, mainly because i think its kind of a weird way to end an album and also because i just dont feel is a very good mashup really. The lyrics dont mix that well with the song, they are paced in an inconsistent way and overall feel like they never truly click. On top of that it just doesnt fit at all with the narrative that i have been building during this analysis.
There is talk about alcoholism and parent abandoment, this time by the father, a figure that was never mentioned during the album. The last line says âsay it aint soâ which doesnt particularly seem to reflect on any of the themes iâve been building upon. Ultimately i think i will just leave it besides and be content that i managed to fit almost all of the album into one story, this process was never meant to be a perfect dissection of the carefully planned story that neil deliberately crafted but rather me having fun seeing pictures in a rorshach test.
So anyway that was Mouth dreams, let me know what you thought.
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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 7: Forget Everything You Know]
Hi yâall! I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all so much for reading and for showing me and my fics some love. You better believe that I see EVERY. SINGLE. reblog, comment, tag, and message, and they mean the absolute world to me! I know that a lot of content creators are frustrated and taking breaks right now, but rest assured you will not be able to get rid of me if even a SINGLE person looks forward to something I write. Iâll finish this fic (eventually), and Iâll finish the next one too (it already has a name!), and I wonât disappear or leave the Queen/BoRhap fandom at any point in the foreseeable future. Lots of love to you all, stay safe, and I hope you enjoy! đ đ đ
Chapter summary: Y/N brings home some friends; Brian attempts an intervention; John draws a line; Roger gets an answer.
This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.
Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.
Chapter warnings: Language.
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âSmile, everyone!â Your dad peeks through the viewfinder of the Canon F-1 and beams. âOne...two...three...say Queen!â
âQueen!â you all shout gleefully. The flash illuminates the dining room, and you blink away momentary blindness. The table materializes back into vision: lobsters, clams, haddock chowder, sourdough bread, fried oysters, pierogis with Vermont cheddar cheese, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes...and, of course, Boston cream pie for dessert.
âAh, perfection,â your dad sighs contently. âPlease continue, Mr. Mercury.â
âMr. Mercury!â Brian whines, incredulous. âLike heâs got a bloody PhD or something!â
Freddie cracks a lobster claw. He hasnât taken his sunglasses or wrist-full of clanging bangles off all afternoon. Your parents are profoundly confused by him, but welcoming nonetheless. âIâm a professor of lusciousness. Pay attention and you could learn something.â
Brian rolls his eyes and dunks a hunk of sourdough bread into his chowder.
âSo,â Freddie tells your mother between bites of lobster dripping with drawn butter. âOur darling damsel in distress was in the clutches of that horrid, dodgy wanker when none other than our very own Roger Meddows Taylorââ
âYou werenât even there!â Brian protests. âI wasnât even there! This is, what, a third-hand account?!â
âEat your soup, peasant. Thank you. Anyway, our beloved Roger comes raging out of nowhere, red-faced, nostrils flaring, a terrifying sight to behold, grabs this guy by his hair and slams his despicable face directly into a marble column. Broken nose, cracked orbital socket, blood everywhere! It was magnificent. Iâve never been more proud.â
âGood for you!â your mother cheers, patting the back of Rogerâs hand encouragingly. He smiles at her, warmly, radiantly, like the wildfire heâs always reminded you of. And you marvel at how every human on this earth is made of the same fundamental componentsâblood and muscles and vessels and nerves, hearts and enigmatic brain matter and ribs, vulnerable parts, armored parts, all webbed together like natureâs own organic circuit boardâand yet the marks they leave on you can feel so different: burns, scars, bruises, shadows, imprints that are deep enough to brush bone and never fade.
âMom, the guy could have died!â
âDid he?â she asks innocently.
âNope,â Roger says.
âWell then, Mr. Taylor here is a hero in my book.â
âMr. Taylor!â Brian groans.
âI was petrified he would turn out to be the son of an executive or producer or something and the band would be ruined,â you say. âFortunately he was just someoneâs annoying frat brother from college who already had a reputation for being a sleazebag. So, we were in luck.â
âYou were in luck that Mr. Taylor was there,â your mother points out, gazing at him dreamily. This delightful English boy is going to be my son-in-law and give me gorgeous, doe-eyed grandchildren, that look says.
âYes, a literal superhero,â John says ruefully, sipping a Manhattan. Your dad has a passionate love for mixing cocktails, especially for guests who also happen to be rock stars.
âMom. Donât make his ego any bigger, please. Iâm begging you.â
Roger snarls around a mouthful of Boston cream pie, sending your mom into a fit of giggles.
âIâm just glad youâre okay, dear.â She smooths your hair. âAnd that you have people to keep you safe all the way over there across the ocean, and that youâre happy.â
âYes, your work environment is much improved, isnât it?â Brian says. âThat supervisor you had at the hospital was an absolute bear!â
Your dad strokes his short grey beard. âWell...â he admits. âThat may have been my fault.â
Brianâs brow crinkles. âReally?â
Your mom turns to you. âYou didnât tell them?!â
âOh, is there a scandalous backstory?â Freddie inquires, elated. âDo tell, darling!â Â
âOnce upon a time, in a kingdom far far awayâjust kidding, it was here in Bostonâmy archnemesis Patricia and my dad dated.â
Roger drops his fork, appalled. âNo!â
Freddieâs nose wrinkles in revulsion. âWhy?!â
Your dad rocks back in his chair and laughs loudly, heartily. âShe wasnât always so cantankerous, if you can believe it. She was a sweet girl, wonderful even. But then I met my future wife, and...â He smirks guiltily. âWhat can I say? The heart wants what it wants!â
You nod along. âAnd I got the illustrious honor of being an outlet for the frustration stemming from Patriciaâs lifelong unrequited love.â
âYou saucy minx!â Freddie playfully lashes your momâs shoulder with a cloth napkin. âHomewrecker!â
She chuckles, not the least bit offended. âPeople get together under all sorts of strange circumstances, and you know what? You canât wreck a home if the home wasnât already half-wrecked before you got there, thatâs what I think.â
Roger raises his Patriotâs Punch. âIâll drink to that.â
Brian clutches his New England Express, bewildered. âAre we...toasting to infidelity?â
âOh, does that horrify you?â Rog asks sarcastically. Brian grimaces, but dutifully raises his glass.
âWeâre toasting to love,â your dad clarifies. âHowever it comes, as long as itâs true.â
John holds his Manhattan aloft. âTo love.â
Freddie clinks his Flying Elvis against the other beverages, including your parentsâ wine glasses and your Cranberry Crush. âCheers!â Then Fred glances at the clock and swiftly polishes off his slice of Boston cream pie.
âCanât you all stay a little longer?â your mom pleads, collecting plates and gazing longingly at Roger. âThis has been so much fun...â
âThey have soundcheck at seven, Mom. We have to leave for the stadium soon.â
âWell, before you jet off to your next adventure, can I treat anyone to a long distance call?â your dad asks.
Brian perks up. âReally?!â You know thereâs a ring in the future for Chrissie; not an expensive or extravagant ring (not that Chris would want that anyway), but a ring nonetheless. You know because Brian has taken you shopping to help him choose one.
âOf course! You can use the phone in my office. Itâs Valentineâs Day, after all. Iâm sure there are some lovely ladies back in jolly old England who would be over the moon to hear from you.â
âThat would be very much appreciated!â Brian says. âAnd thank you so much, this has been such a treat, you have no idea how long itâs been since we had a proper homemade meal.â
âI had to rehabilitate the reputation of us Yankees, didnât I? Now come on, Mr. May, Iâll show you to the office...â
âMr. May...I like the sound of that!â
âTen minutes, Bri!â Freddie calls, following them down the hallway. âThen itâs my turn...!â
You begin gathering up the empty glasses, but Roger promptly snatches them away. âNo way, Boston babe. You go relax. Iâll help your mom.â
âI think sheâs in love with you.â
He grins. âDo you have a secret stepdaddy fetish I could exploit?â
âOh my god. Roger.â
He snickers and sweeps off into the kitchen. Itâs only then that you realize John has disappeared. You check the kitchen, the living room, the hallway, the study, and finally the front porch; John is standing outside in the cold, smoking and watching the setting sun. The sky is threaded with cerulean, rust orange, lavender, indigo. You pull on your coat and go out to join him.
âWeâll make it to Florence one of these days,â you promise John, resting your arms on the wooden, white-painted porch railing. Your mother hung baskets of fresh flowers for the bandâs visit, which swing lazily in the breeze. âCrank out a few more hits and weâll get the record company to add it to the tour itinerary.â
âWouldnât that be nice.â
âAre you going to call Veronica?â
He shrugs, frowns, exhales a lungful of smoke into frigid New England air. âI donât know if I should.â
âYou donât think sheâd like that?â you ask, confounded.
âI think she might like it too much.â
âOhhhhh.â You read his soft greyish eyes, which are faraway and somber, sad even. âIâm sorry, John. You know sheâs wild about you.â
âI know it.â He takes a drag off his cigarette. âSheâs the first person who ever was, actually. The first person who ever noticed me. Came up to me out of the blue at a disco and asked me to dance, me! So I said yes, like you do when youâre the guy nobody notices. And then I said yes again, and again, and again, until one day I realized...oh, this girl thinks weâre getting married. When the hell did that happen?â
âI noticed you,â you contest. Â
John chuckles and nods. âYou did,â he agrees. âRight away. Tried to win me over when I was too nervous to finish a sentence around you. But that was long after Iâd met Veronica.â
âWell, you canât break up with her tonight. On Valentineâs Day?! That would be traumatic.â
âAgreed.â
âWeâll have a few days in London between the American and Asian legs of the tour. You can think it over and decide what to do then. Iâm happy to arrange the getaway taxi if thatâs something that interests you.â
âYeah.â Again, he peers out into the Western horizon, into rising stars.
âJohn?â
Now he looks to you. Heâs a little too thoughtful, too low. Thereâs something youâre not seeing.
â...Is there somebody else?â
He doesnât speak; he just stares at you with those velvety azure-grey eyes, drums his fingers against the railing, lets the ash from his cigarette crumble into the snow-dusted Blue Pacific Junipers.
Roger barrels through the front door and out onto the porch. âThere you are, Deaks! I thought we were going to have to find a new bassist. Enlist Nurse Nightingaleâs mum or something.â
John smirks and crushes the rest of his cigarette in your fatherâs ashtray. âI suspect youâd do just fine without me.â
âOh no. No way. Not happening.â
âThatâs kind of you,â John says, unconvinced.
âHere, Iâll prove it.â Rog holds out his calloused hand. âIf you ever leave, I leave too. Come on, Deaks, shake on it. Itâs official. Itâs a pact. Thereâs no Queen without John Deacon.â
Reluctantly, trying not to show how pleased he is, John shakes. âAlright.â
Roger grins triumphantly. âSigned, sealed, delivered. Youâre ours for life, baby.â
âDeaky, do you want the phone?!â Freddie yells from inside the house.
John sighs and exchanges a knowing glance with you. âI guess I should say hi.â
âOkay, but quickly!â Rog presses. âWe gotta go!â
âSo bossy...â John ducks inside; and Roger, though heâs not wearing anything over his pale pink button-up shirtâsufficiently sophisticated to impress your parentsâcomes to the porch railing to join you.
âYouâre not staying out here, are you?â You eye his thin shirt worriedly, the goosebumps rising over his collarbones, his bare forearms where he rolled up his sleeves to help your mom wash the dishes.
He tosses you a mischievous wink. âIâve got no one to call.â
Roger looks up at the hanging baskets of flowers, plucks out a cerise carnation, and offers it to you. You mean to say something witty, something sardonic, something that will make him laugh; but all your words vanish into cold February air. You take the carnation, smiling helplessly.
âHappy Valentineâs Day,â Roger whispers.
You just let me know if you ever change your mind, okay?
Okay.
He turns to go back inside the house.
I wonât fall in love with him. I wonât fall in love with him. I wonât fall in love with him.
Then Roger pauses in the doorway. âYou coming, Boston babe? I canât have you catching pneumonia or something. I wonât know how to fix you.â
Oh, you realize, with horror and yet relief, all those grueling lies stripped away. Itâs too late.
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You knock on the frame of the dressing room door. âHi Bri!â
He glances over from where he sits in front of the mirror, rimming his eyes with inky liner. Soundcheck went swimmingly, and now Queen has thirty minutes until they need to be onstage. You can hear the disembodied reverberation of voices from the waiting crowd through the walls. âHello, love. Come in.â
âFreddie said you needed to see me. Did you rip a sleeve or something? I brought my kitââ
âNo, itâs not that.â He pats the chair beside him. The boys practically always get ready together before a show, but you suspect profoundly introverted Brian is experiencing one of his post-socialization crashes after dinner with your parents. Something about him is tired, very tired, almost drained to empty. âJoin me.â
âSure,â you say cautiously. You shove your medical kit onto the countertop and then reach to feel his forehead. âAre you feeling alright...?â
âIâm fine, love. I just have a favor to ask.â
âAnything.â
Brian sighs deeply, sets down the eyeliner, swivels his chair towards you. âI need you to promise me that youâre not going to start seeing Roger.â
You titter, deflecting, brushing Brianâs hair away from his troubled, angular face. âWell, as the official Queen touring nurse, I see him quite a lot.â
Brian catches your wrist. âIâm being serious.â
Now your brow knits into tight agitated lines. âIâm curious as to why you think thatâs something you have a say in.â
âBloody hell, Iâm not trying to offend youââ
âJob well done.â
âDear, please, listen to meââ
âEight months,â you hiss through your teeth as you tear away from him. âFor eight months Iâve listened and avoided and resisted and ignored and itâs not going away.â
âOh, fuck,â Brian breathes in despair. âYou love him.â
There are tears biting in the periphery of your vision; you donât want them to be there, but they are. Your voice is hoarse and trembling. âBri, please donât.â
Brian shakes his head and motions with his hands frenetically, desperately, trying to make you understand. âLook, sometimes...sometimes the people we love, the people who own us, the people who fucking set us on fire...theyâre not the people we end up with. And thatâs not always a bad thing. Itâs necessary. Itâs self-preservation. Because sometimes the people who set us on fire would burn us alive.â
You gape at him, furious, stunned. âThatâs just fantastic, Brian. Youâre a true romantic. Jesus christ, does Chrissie know about this? Is that why youâre with her, because sheâs, what...safe?!â
âNo, thatâs not fair, Chrissieâs great, sheâs steady and supportive and sheâll make a wonderful mother one day, and my parents adore herââ
âThose arenât reasons to marry someone, Brian!â
âThey are!â He leaps to his feet. âThatâs what Iâm trying to tell you! You have to think about these things, you have to be rational, you have to protect yourselfââ
âWhy the fuck do you care?â you flare bitterly.
âBecause you saved my life.â
âStop it, I didnât.â
âYou did, I truly believe that. And I want you to stay with the band. And I want you to be happy. But, dear, please, Iâm begging you...this is not the way to do it.â
âIâm not going to go out to some pub and drag home a random guy whoâs suitably passionless and predictable enough to be Brian-May-approved.â
âThatâs not what Iâm asking you to doââ
âBecause youâre such an expert on relationships!â you shout, exasperated. âPlanning to propose to Chris while youâre still secretly pining over some fling from New Orleans, fucking groupies and then having the nerve to mope around guilt-ridden the next morning as if anyone but you was responsible for that decision, and do I say anything about it?! Do I ever say a single fucking word about it to you, or Fred, or Roger, or your future wife, or anybody?! No, because itâs not my life!â
The dressing room door flies open and John storms inside. âWhatâs going on?!â
You cross your arms and stare at the floor. Brianâs wide green eyes flick to John, to you, back to John. If it was Freddie, Brian would tell him in a second, would try to enlist him in the effort, and it would probably work; but John is a different story. John wonât side with Brian over you, everybody knows that. And John has a talent for sharpening words into blades. âUm. Nothing.â Â
âI could hear you in the hallway,â John says flatly. âObviously it wasnât nothing.â
Brian points to you. âHave you tried to talk her out of this? Maybe you should, maybe sheâd listen.â
âItâs not my choice to make, just like it isnât yours. Worry about your own body count. It seems to be growing exponentially these days.â
Brian scoffs. âBecause youâd be so thrilled if she ended up with him, right?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?!â you demand.
Brian and John glare at each other from across the room. John raises his eyebrows, daring Bri to answer. Brian gnaws his lower lip, but doesnât elaborate. The air is heavy, tense, electrified. Â
âDonât upset her again,â John says darkly.
Brian shows the white palms of his hands in surrender. âFine.â
John waves for you to follow him. âCome on.â And he slams the door behind you as you both escape into the hallway.
âIâm sorry.â You chase away stray tears with the back of your hands. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to get anyone worked up right before the show...â
âDonât worry about it. I treasure any excuse to harass Brian.â
You study him, seeking answers, seeking more than you know how to put into words. âDo you think Iâm being stupid? If you do, you can tell me.â
âNo,â John responds carefully. âI think youâre being hopeful. And Iâd like to believe that stupidity and hopefulness are two very different things.â
You smile. âI donât deserve you.â
âThatâs very inaccurate.â He fluffs his hair with his fingertips. âDo you want to touch it before we go on stage?â
You feign demureness. âHmm...â
âOh come on. You know you want to. Itâs extra voluminous right now, Roger shared some of his magical mousse or whatever. Something way too expensive. You should thoroughly berate him for it.â
You laugh. âIâll see what I can do.â You comb your hands through his brunette hair, and Johnâs right; itâs extraordinarily full and soft, and smells like honeysuckles. âYou always know how to get me smiling, donât you?â
âYou do insist that I have game. Though I remain skeptical.â
âGood luck tonight. Not that you need it.â
Johnâs rough thumb lifts your chin, then whisks away a tear you missed. âYouâll be watching, right?â
âI always am.â And thatâs the truth; you havenât missed a Queen show since you met them.
He beams, those gentle grey eyes incandescent. âThen weâll have an ocean of luck.â
~~~~~~~~~~
Exactly twenty-four hours later, Queen is in New York City.
The thunderous bassline of the opening act shudders through the concrete walls. Youâre staring yourself down in the bathroom mirror under harsh florescent lights, your palms gripping the cold rim of a white sink, your eyes shimmering with black and gold shadow, your lip gloss slick and crimson. Thereâs not a single thing left to do. Youâre running out of time.
You breathe in, breathe out, snatch your purse off the floor, breeze out into the hallway.
You can hear the boysâ laughter even before you open the dressing room door. Inside, Brian is tuning his Red Special with his mantis-like legs propped up on the countertop, John is attempting to teach Freddie how to make popcorn in a microwave without setting anything on fire, Roger is scrutinizing his hair in the mirror and frowning as he rearranges it with a comb. Â
âHello, darling!â Freddie warbles. âCan I interest you in some delicious and expertly-prepared popcorn?â He opens the microwave, and smoke pours out. âOh, you bitch!â
âIâll pass, Freddie.â You glide to where Roger is sitting, knot your fingers through his blond hair, and tug his head back so you can kiss him. He tastes like mint gum and the ghost of smoke and reckless intemperance; he tastes like everything youâve ever wanted. There are gasps, and surely dropped jaws as well; but you donât have eyes for them. âOkay,â you tell Roger.
He stares up at you with huge, starry eyes, a dazed grin slowly lighting up his face. âYou changed your mind.â
âCome find me after the show.â
âYes maâam.â
You move to wipe your blood-red gloss from his lips, but Roger stops you, knits his hand through yours, stands to meet you.
âLeave it,â he murmurs. âI want them to know.â Â
âWant them to know...?â
His lips touch yours again, smiling and scorching and ravenous. âThat Iâm yours.â
#roger taylor fic#roger taylor x reader#but you can never leave fic#but you can never leave#but you can never leave series#queen fic
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Stop wait and listen baby thatâs my pilosophy.
A request for @medievalmage
'Hello! Would you do a Faramir x reader where youâre out scouting with him and his brother and itâs night time and you end up falling asleep on his shoulder. Then Boromir wonât stop teasing Faramir abt it the next day and itâs adorable af and you just sorta kiss Faramir to stop Boromirâs teasing. Thank you!'
Hiya my dude,so sorry this is very late, I just haven't been feeling Faramir at the moment,but honestly I cant deny requests ,so here we are. I've been very busy making a teapot and bread,plus being tired. I hope this is alright for you.
Summary:Imagine growing up with Faramir and Boromir,you had liked Boromir when you were younger,but as you matured you lost them feelings and gained them for his younger brother.
Word count:1430
It was no lie growing up you had deeply liked Boromir ,how could you not?Gorgerous hair ,gorgerous face,charming. You had been bestfriends growing up ,well with his brother Faramir ,just friends with Boromir. Faramir never knew of your feelings for his brother;and he was the person you trusted the most.
Anways growing up,you would often spar with them ,westle ,whatever ,they taught you how to fight in fact ,when you were young. They thought you being close to the stewards sons could cause evil to try get a hold of you ,to get what they wanted from the stewards sons, gold and such.Yeah so they taught you how to defend yourself from danger,it took a while but you got there eventually. In fact it caused you to become much more close to the brothers ;you would wrestle with them after that. As you became much more accustom to their physical contact.
Your mother would tease you asking which one would you marry,she didn't have any problem you being around them,knowing they would become noble men. She was very pleased to discover that you had een trained to be able to defend yourself. However your father was not so pleased with you for being so close to these men,well teenages right now,as the years progressed his hatred died down. They would often come over for dinner,as you all would ride into the freelands for training and camping. When you would come home the next day ,it would be time for supper,so you'd invite them round.
Your father grew to like them ,even laugh with them,but he did question in secret with your mother when your marriage with faramir would be revealed. Your mother may of knew who you had liked ,but she knew you would grow to love one of them ,more than a school girl crush. Your father already knew from the look in Faramir and your eyes when they would meet from across the table.
You were only a young adult when you had joined the rangers with Faramir,which he allowed because he wouldn't let any harm come to you,plus he knew you could defend yourself. Â That is what he would tell himself ,but in reality ,he wanted to spent as much time with you ,and be close to your as much as he could without being weird.
Anyways you two did grow close after just a week of working together ,constantly in each others presences. Truthfully everyone else that were apart of the rangers were men,they kinda scared you ,so you stayed by someone you tursted with your your whole heart,faramir. After that week ,you began to fall in love with the stewards youngest son. One or two of the rangers had degraded you ,or made some sorta sexual comment ,Faramir would appear and give them shit. After he would make sure you were alright,looking at you deep in your eyes,within two weeks you definitely began to realise that you were in love with your life long bestfriend.
That was over two months ago,you Faramir were closer than ever ,but you were about to be closer. Denethor II your bestfriends father ,had sent you ,Faramir and Boromir out scounting. Well actually Denethor was like 'Boromir go scout with some other dudes' not those exact words of choice ,so Boromir had chosen you two of course.
So you had taken your horses to go scout the forests ,near Gondor for spiders nest ,or orcs that could be planning to attack. You three had spent all day searching ,only to find nothing. Before you all knew it ,it was almost dark,you had made camp before you all gathered firewood. With that soon a fire was lit and you were all sat around the fire. Â
You had forced the boys to help you peel some potatoes ,before putting them in the pan on the fire in some water. Sam would be proud to know you were making mash potatoes. They didn't take long ,your bellies were quickly filled. You had sat very close to Faramir as you were used to with all the other rangers ,as there was less spaced. General conversations ,and some of Boromirs battle stories were shared.
Yet soon your eyes grew heavy ,as the night grew dark,you hadn't even realised you had been leaning on faramir. You could not think about such a thing ,as you fell into sleep ,causing your head to rest upon faramirs should, he had wrapped his arm around you to support you up,but actually it in a few minutes you were against his chest ,clinging onto him.
Faramir had just watched you peaceful in his arms ,until his brother had caused him to break that gaze. "you know she loves you?" he had spoken sincerely ,he had seen it for a long time,such as your father. "don't give me hope when there is none ,brother." faramir was annoyed at the state,ment ,as he really did love you ,but he couldn't see that you felt the same about him. "then why is she so comfortable to lay on top of you? It seems to me that is not the first time." faramifrhad blushed ,but thankfully the flames of the fire had hidden that ,it was true ,you had down this many times before.
"just you see tomorrow I shall get the truth."
And Boromir was true to his words he would get the truth ,even if he had to go to you and get you to admit your feelings. Instantly when you we awake ,being last up, Boromir had began the teasing. He had been sat upon a log ,carving a small piece of wood with a sharp small knife. You had sat upon out of Faramirs hold ,beginning to brush your hair,allowing Faramif to finally sit up.
"So brother, when can i expect a nice or a nephew?" the smirk was clear in his voice, Faramir had sighed ,you turned to the brothers confused. "w-what? you have a woman?"  you were beyond embarrassed you would not have dared to touch him ,he was your bestfriend why wouldn't he say anything. Now faramir's cheeks had flared up."n-no my brother is-" but Boromir had cut his bullshit off ,like a dogs nuts. " i just figured from how close you to were , that it can't be too long until you are pregnant." you had choked, lauching yourself at Boromir ,more like tackling him ,causing him to drop his knife ,straddling his chest,his arms above his head. "damn  I should expect one real soon then. Brother she has some moves." Faramir just watched in embarassment at the whole situation.
"you'd think for being my bestfriend,you would know im virgin,also we used to wrestle all the time ,it not kinky shit." Â as soon as you were finished you had squeezed Boromirs cheekjs,before grinning. "you know as child ,I had a crush on you,Boromir." he had grinned back shaking his head no,faramir just stood a few feet away ,knowing you never liked him. "well uh that didn't last long,-" you had stood up ,holding out your hand for Boromir to take,in which he did.
"don't expect children soon ,but I do love your brother" you had walked over to Faramir cupping his cheeks ,pressing your lips swiftly to his,before walking over to your horse feeding it an apple from your bag on his saddle. Â Boromir had smirked at his brother raising his eyebrows ,while ,Faramir was a beet still watching you.
"I heard everything last night,thats my pilosophy baby,."
#faramir x reader#faramir imagine#faramir x you#lotr faramir#faramir#faramir imagines#lord of the rings#lotr imagine#lord of the rings x reader#lotr x reader#lotr x you#lotr y/n#lotr oneshot#lord of the rings imagines#lord of the rings imagine#lord of the rings oneshot
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Another reason people probably didnt like Symphonia their first time but later loved it is because of the themes and undertones. Here is another essay that's going to be a very quick Symphonia walkthrough as a young child playing.
Here's a warning: I mention some stuff that happens in Symphonia. It will be mostly vague but there will be mention of death. There also might be some spoilers in here but nothing too serious, just some of the beginning story more than likely.
Let me begin by saying the box art looks pretty cool for the Gamecube but the front and back does look like a very, very young child's RPG. It seems like an RPG that was creates for super young children that havent hit there teens or are in the very first years of being a teen.
I'm about to give a quick walkthrough as if I am a very young kid playing Symphonia for the first time. This is to show why a lot of people had this as their first game in the series but didnt like it. Why a lot of people weren't the biggest fans until their second playthrough or when they gave it another chance and realized it is absolutely stunning. A top 10 game of all time across every platform created.
First off, there was a lot of adult themes and tones in Symphonia. Obviously, I dont mean nudity or sexually explicit material. I'm talking about the Desian Camps. The idea that millions of people are being captured, put to work, then put to death or letting them die. These type of adult themes.
The first time we played, we were young. We didnt get choked up or super sentimental about what was going on in video games. We didn't care so much about the parallels between real life and our video games. Usually, we just wanted something fun to play. I mentioned it earlier but the start of Symphonia looks super childish and like it's going to be a lighthearted adventure. You have a cast of kids (2 very young adults that added comedy and badassness). A majority of the beginning fights are snakes, birds, bunnies, and bears. The battle system is fun but also easy enough to get the hang of. You can honestly button mash with the occasional arte and not worry about combos . You didnt have to worry about combos at all, really, and just use artes when you wanted. Some of the artes were pretty cool looking and strong too which added more of a "wow, the combat system is cool. There's attacks and a bunch of power attacks you can use. You can also move around and dont have to wait like a turn base game." It's also possible to just button mash or use all your MP on Artes and really kick their ass.
Combining all of those elements together makes it seem more kid friendly than it really is. Playing through the start makes you feel like a 10 year old playing his first RPG with an age appropriate game since you control a bunch of kids. The fights are easy and usually bees or some weak animal. Nothing serious, really. The artes are cool and the more artes you learn, the cooler and more fun Lloyd gets. It's cool to play as Lloyd when you learn a new arte or two.
So far everything has been pretty lighthearted. This RPG is fun, the characters are pretty cool and can be funny. The dungeons aren't super confusing. It's just a fun game overall but nothing spectacular or crazy. Really the worst thing that has happened is "Desians bad. They destroy hometown over something stupid."
Marble's scene is the only real adult sad part in the game so far. They kill Marble in a way that you kind of don't get crushed by emotions. They let you down pretty easy and you get Marble's ring for Genis so now she is always with you. Her death isn't too bad because she was old and it was just one old woman in the game. It's sad but not devastating. Also the Ranch. They use them as slaves. But tbh it doesn't really hit you that they resemble real world stuff and you dont see the parallels like you should. You just kind of write it off as shitty and Desians are evil and the bad guys. Surely you save everyone from the ranches and that's the point of the game. Kill Desians and save everyone.
You get to the dessert oasis where Colette crashed through the wall. Cute and funny. Oh, Lloyd and Genis get captured by bad Desians but the wanted posters were bad so it made it funny. Eventually, You escaped the bad, bad Desians and are back with your friends, yay!!! You go to the fire shrine, finally see more menacing enemies but they still arent that bad, and start your first puzzle dungeon! It's short but a lot of fun with a boss fight. It was a little tough but fun!! You beat the shrine, yay!!!
The serious Angel (Remiel) comes down again and talks to Colette and the gang. He gives her wings! She is becoming an angel. At this point you are thinking, "How cool. Colette is becoming an angel!!! She has wings now and can probably fly wherever she wanted to go! This game is really fun. It's not bad at all. The weapons and equipment aren't difficult and it's fun buying or finding stuff better than what you have and equipping the new stuff. The skits can be funny too and I get to know the characters better with the skits. This game is really cool, actually." It's time to speed this post up, though. I'll be going faster and doing more short versions/storytelling.
We sail across seas and bow we are at Palmacosta!!! Here's where things get a little weird and stuff too. So Palmacosta is cool. We look through town, only to find imposters. That's right. These fools are pretending to be me and my gang. Im the one with a cool group and shit. People wanna be me so bad!!! Lol.
By the way. General Dorr is also the Mayor of Palmacosta.
Imposters are rude and we meet mayor who seems cool till he tells us he thought the imposters were us and gave them a book we need. So....little me is like
"YOU DID WHAT!?" .... so we leave. Lol
We go to mountain gate, cant pass yet, learn Palmacosta is under attack by ... you guessed it... Desians. ,
*little me has eyes stretch wide open* But I was just there!!!! Sucks, I know.
So we head back and make it to Palmacosta. Remember the girl we saved from extreme questioning and customers that were badgering the girl since she was the store clerk/owner. Of course not. I never mentioned it. I saved her back then at the start of Palmacosta. Naturally they chose Chocolate, in some weird, sick revenge way for me making them look weak when they verbally attacked her. So Chocolate is about to hang and be killed. Some stuff happens and Lloyd ends up using his sword to save Chocolate. Boom. He is a hero. He saved someone from hanging....
Wait.... hanging? In kids game? Damn that's a little intense for a kids game but I guess you do save her. Carry on.....
So let's speak to the Mayor. He was conveniently gone while that was happening but meh. Coincidence right? Yeah. Yeah.
Talking to the General/Mayor we decide to go rescue everyone who has been kidnapped from Palmacosta. By the way there's a ranch for most cities that Desian's manage. So there is a Palmacosta Ranch and a bunch of people from Palmacosta are now held prisoners in the Ranch. Boo! But I digress.
Off to Palmacosta ranch!!! We finally reach it and... oh look... General Dorr"s personal Aide/Assistant. What's this? He is a traitor!? You've got to be kidding me! I trusted that dude!!! Maybe that will teach little me to be careful about who I hang out with. A pretty good life lesson for little me and nothing too serious. I'll handle that later though, and rescue the prisoners in the Palmacosta Ranch.
We save Chocolate but she would almost rather die than be saved by you. So you save her but not without a fight and learning some shocking stuff that little me is like "WHAAAA!!!???!??? NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!!!!!!!! she still lives cause of you and you fight the leader of the Ranch and win that battle!!!
So yay!!! You won the battle and beat Palmacosta Ranch! Good job little you! You did awesome!!! The game has been really great, with a pretty light tone for the most part. Everything is bright, the enemies arent that bad at all, nothing truly fucked up has ha---"we're going to blow up the Ranch with people still in it" -Raine.
That's right.... "YOU'RE GONNA WHAT!?!?"
So yeah, we blow up Palmacosta Ranch. Desians were probably still inside along with a janitor named Chet that everyone forgot about lol. So bye bye Ranch!!!
"That got dark really fast and Raine is pretty ruthless but most people escaped. I guess I can kind of forgive that. This game is definitely darker than I thought but it could be worse. Most people escaped anyways I am sure. So it's not that bad." -me.
Back to Palmacosta to confront the traitor General Dorr!! Here we are! General Dorr and his daughter are standing suspiciously in the basement of the government building in Palmacosta. I'm sure he knows that he has been found out. I know he tried to sabotage the Chosen's journey. He has no exc--- OH NO! They got his wife with the Demon Seed, too!! Now she is a monster! No wonder he is a traitor. He is trying to get a potion which is the cure to save his wife. I kind of get it but that's pretty messed up. He is basically being held hostage. This game just got a little darker.... but it could be worse, I suppo----WHAT!? HIS DAUGHTER IS A DEMON! DID SHE JUST SAY SHE KILLED HIS DAUGHTER A LONG TIM AGO AND HE WAS TOO STUPID TO NOTICE!?"
She really just called him stupid and is acting like he is the biggest idiot for not knowing she killed his daughter!!! This whole time she has pretended to be his daughter. That means she probably went to her school, played with her friends, talked to her dad and played with him. She probably told him she loved him which is so messed up. She also knew there was no potion but continued to watch him and be ready to kill him if he tried to snitch about his wife. This got dark really fucking fast wtf!!! She is a complete demon stranger in a girls body pretending she loves her daddy, plays with friends, and does child things but is a demon the whole time. "I love you daddy says the demon pretending to be your daughter. That's really sick and twisted. Sad thing is little me is like "well that's weird. How did no one notice at all she was acting odd?
Maybe she didn't have any friends and her dad is to distracted about the medicine for his wife, he doesn't notice.
That's absolutely crazy and completely dark. Woah. This game is way way darker than it lead me to believe when I was young. That was pretty much my first reaction/playthrough when I was little. Symphonia is dark as fuck.
I played a little bit further to the next ranch my first playthrough but quit when I found out they were killing people like it was nothing. I was really little then, too, btw. I quit because it got really dark and kind of weird and complicated to fully grasp everything going on and the parallels to the real world. I always played RPGs relating it to real life and such. I have done that since my first RPG so with Symphonia I had to quit. It was too dark and weird when I first played it.
Once I came back and beat Symphonia I thought it was Brilliant. It was absolutely amazing and worth so much more praise. I loved it and still do. Even the dark side of things.
Turns out I am not the only one who did this. Play through, reach a dark part or part where you realize how dark it is, and then quit. I'm glad I picked it back up, though. It's almost a perfect game!!!
So yeah... here's a playthrough of little me and Symphonia. I was too little to be playing games with dark themes even if they were short or small. I say this because I was stupid small and really let my imagination run wild when I played games and read. I often make things 20 times worse so I really shouldn't have played Symphonia till later.
Anyways it's amazing. Nearly perfect.
Enjoy your games, everyone. If you arent currently doing so, find a Tales game to pick up and start playing!!! Tales of Arise or some other Tales game will be here before you know it so practice up!!! Play a Tales game!!!
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LOL A 401K IM DEAD but honestly...... tru
all that tax stuff, retirement plans.... nanamiâs got it covered. and then thereâs gojo, committing tax fraud 𤧠iâd compare gojo to salt as a seasoning but thatâs kinda mean, he does have some flavor. like, sugar probably suits him better?? sweet, can be addicting, but bad for you if have too much of it đ AND THEN NANAMI. manâs the whole spice rack, he wouldnât have it anything less since he loves food so much đ¤ he is, as we say, umami personified đ¤
yeah, itâs unfortunate lmfao but oh well. i do occasionally have them in a smoothie though, like you said!
alsjfhsha itâs def time consuming.... like iâd be sitting down w my family and when iâm finally done picking it all out, theyâve finished eating welp đ and yeah, the rational part of me knows that, but iâm that person someone has to go up the service worker for and be like âexcuse me she asked for no picklesâ (except i didnât đ) iâm much better in restaurants bc the language barrier isnât as intimidating so i will tell them to leave out an ingredient if itâs something i canât easily take out
mmmmm i can see that! heâd be the guy whoâd eat pizza with a fork and knife wouldnât he lol. and dab all the excess oil off w a napkin. he probably only goes to the Legit pizza places too haha but i think if he likes you enough he can be convinced to eat almost anywhere
ofc!! ask games are more fun if it goes both ways đ and ooooo tsumu! interesting...... đ those are honestly such good date ideas w a guy like atsumu! thatâd rly be smth heâd enjoy and ngl the moment i read âsomething physicalâ i immediately imagined yâall racing LMAO. heâs a prime example of how competition can be good for you w the right person, so i can see you filling in the space osamu left after he decided to focus more on his food aspirations. like imagine making cute lil bets w him and the loser having to do what the winner wanted hehe. omg a double date w the miya twins would be sm fun tho??? from my impression of you so far, i definitely trust you to keep tsumu in line lmfao so catch me there. me and osamu are the ones spectating and judging your guysâ competitions and cheering you on to beat atsumu like weâre olympic commentators or smth LOL
aaaaa iâm honestly p shy but if anything can get me to come off anon, itâd be nanamin đ (itâs like weâre todo and yuji bonding over their shared type but w nanami skdjfjsjsjs) let me know if you prefer to keep it here or on discord and iâll give you my account, whichever platform you like better! also congrats on 1k! much deserved!! đ
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A;LDSKJ GOJO WOULD COMMIT TAX FRAUD. lmao salt is a lil mean!! sugar is more fitting <3 sugar is also used for more fun foods, and I feel like it matches him bc of his sweet tooth. but Nanami........ o lawd. definitely the whole spice rack yes. 100% agree. pls I would use him in everything. wait was that a weird thing to say?
ah I totally understand! well, u got this friend. the next time u go out for Mexican food, Iâll be there cheering for u in spirit!!
and yes.... ugh... I donât think heâs particularly picky, heâll try anything. he just doesnât like foods that are excessive, if that makes sense? like what you were saying with the grease. I think heâs more the type to like subtle flavors. an obnoxious meat loverâs pizza from The Hut would be a no go, but heâs down for a, quote, Legit Pizza Place. the kind of Italian restaurant thatâs authentic! but letâs admit it, by that point it wouldnât even technically be âpizza.â authenticity comes with a price :â)
ty friend youâre far too kind 𼺠AND PLS YOUâRE MAKING ME BLUSH OVER MY LAPTOP HHHHHHH. I would love nothing more than to fill the Osamu-shaped hole in his heart once they both go into their separate careers. and god..... donât encourage him. or me. I would definitely make bets w him. and I would win. but thank you sweet anon, I would do my best to keep him from annoying the shit out of you!! it would be an honor to have you and Osamu comment on our tomfoolery. đđ
MY GOD I WAS ABOUT TO KEYBOARD MASH AGAIN. weâre definitely Todo and Yuji.... u like Nanami and so now Iâm obligated to imagine a whole life we coulda had together in high school together. even tho I graduated five years ago. and Iâm assuming you did some time ago too since you mentioned youâre old...... lordt. anyway! thank you for the congrats!! I would love to discuss more headcanons and such w you over Discord! dm me and Iâll add you so that we can sob over Nanamiâs absence in the anime <33
nanamin date anon said: me, rewatching eps 9-13 on replay until the new episode comes out: hahaha i love all the jjk characters equally! nanamin and *looks at smudged writing on hand* the extras
lol i love them all rly, itâs just super refreshing to have an adult like nanami in a shounen
haha yeah, iâm definitely glad iâm not the oldest (bc thatâs way too much responsibility for me, idk how they do it) so being player 2 as a younger sibling isnât too bad, especially since itâs the story that iâm usually more interested in rather than the gameplay itself. i donât have to worry about remembering which buttons to press in a fight when i can just watch the plot play out lol. (itâs definitely a good game, i just suck at the controls đ
my brother let me play a bit and i couldnât get the web swinging down i was struggling so bad aslfjjfsjak) what sort of games are you into? đ
even if itâs boring to some ppl, watching is a good way to experience the game for yourself as well, esp if itâs a single player game! ofc i do tend to prefer multiplayer games, but itâs not too dissimilar to watching someone play a sport tbh. AND NO KENMA IM PRO-SIDEQUEST LIVE OUT YOUR COMPLETIONIST DREAMS. if we gotta fetch that dude a super rare item to unlock his backstory we MUST do it ok
YEAH! mikorin is also voiced by noyaâs va! itâs honestly a shame gsnk didnât get a second season, itâs so good đ
me: lol does that mean kurooâs your tomoda
kenma: ok this date is over
LMFAOOOOO not my fault the popular choices are the ones that get you the good end đ¤ and itâs all good, iâm also guilty of replaying to see how the other choices impact the story haha. if thereâs no save system tho, iâd make him switch out w me every time we replay bc iâd zone out at all the repeat stuff (bless games that have a skip option đ)
UGH TELL ME ABOUT IT!!! ok so I love the other charas too but.... Nanamiâs so good. so good. iono about you, anon, but I went back and rewatched his episodes from the dub and it made me Feel Things. and I agree, it is refreshing to see an adult like him in shounen. esp since he treats the kids like kids. and he makes it clear that their being kids is never a bad thing. I will reiterate: heâs so good.
ahhh friend thatâs so nice!. your brother sounds really chill. plus it sounds like a good balance: you get to watch the story, and he gets to dick around!! win-win. and as for my fav games, Iâm up for anything! I try to avoid co-op games like Overwatch bc I get too competitive and Iâm a sore loser lmao (but they are fun!). the last games I played were the Last of Us 2 and Persona 5, two very different games, but stuff thatâs a good time nonetheless. tbh as long as I can immerse myself in the story and thereâs tons to explore, Iâm down. what about you?? youâd kind of mentioned otome games and Animal Crossing, but Iâm curious!
hm. interesting. thatâs a nice way to look at it. I guess if itâs a really good game, itâs no different from an interactive movie! also Kenma would love that omg youâre going to save so many villages in the rpgs he plays w you.... gotta max out EVERYTHING. every side quest! every mundane task!! collect literally every feather!!! but I feel like he would pass the time by making idle conversation. like some dumb shit Lev had mentioned earlier that day. such a nice way to unwind at the end of the day, shit talking Lev w his fav person đ
anyway! going back to completionist stuff: Kenma would have such a blast going back and replaying games w you! and yes bless games w a skip option hhh. thankfully heâd remember all your previous choices together, so he can help navigate where to go next. he has no qualms handing the controller over, I think heâd love to curl up next to you and analyze how you play! but I also feel like heâd be giving unwarranted suggestions....... thanks, Kenma.
also, about Mikorinâs va: WHAT. OH MY GOD. so many things to learn..... pls. indulge me w your trivia.
#nanamin date anon#FRIEND you are SPOILING ME#so many good scenarios and general content.....#thank u for popping by!#and I'll reiterate: I'd be more than happy to chat over Discord#if you're comfortable that is!#I would love nothing more than to yell about Nanami w you#toya slides u a note#Anonymous
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I still donât think your ready for it, but hereâs my Batb Cruise show review:
Yes you read the title completely right, I was made aware of this a day or two ago but apparently one of the Disney Cruises is doing/did beauty and the beast the musical but based upon the live action movie. So naturally a massive fan of the live action I was both shocked and wildly confused, lucky for me I found a video on the entire performance(likely taken from a cruise tv.) from what I skimmed over it looks like instead of full body suits to look like they are itâs going to be regular (human outfits.) and then puppets, so I am Really really interested to see how this goes.
The timing is a little off we skip the prologue (Aria etc.) and start straight in How does a moment last forever... are they placing Belle after it? It was before in the movie. Wait oh my god heâs also narrator- it is the prologue! Pulled a sneaky one on ya.
â˘Adams dramatic sassy hand movements are my entire life (no dance just this art right here.)
â˘The enchantress looks straight outa Atlantis but I LOVE the effects used omllll
⢠MARIE THE BAGUETTES.
â˘who needs her when youâve got us (LE DUO OMG- itâs the thing.)
â˘from what Iâm seeing itâs a combination of both the animated and live action, as some lyrics/moments are the animated , like Lefou reverted back to his original sorta idiot phase.
â˘met HER saw HER *kick* we stan.
â˘Lefou just waving his bag in the girls face. Legend lmao.
â˘a LOT more comedy then the movie. When Gaston drops the Boquet Lefou picks it up and smells it and just melts all cute like. My heart?
â˘âkeep moving old legs.â
â˘Gaston is also a lot more like the animated, more dumbed down for comedic effect.
â˘so thereâs no Philippe so some dudes took her dads wagon. Thatâs how jumanji started you know smh.
â˘PUPPETS IM SCREAMING.
Lumire looks like heâs absolutely losing his mind Iâm deadddd. Also Cogsworthâs wig is my entire life.
⢠ok so the beasts voice- he sounds like a Pirate Iâm crying âee stole me rose matey.â
â˘belle straight up using the stick like a musket
â˘OML SO I NOW SEE THE EYES ON THE PUPPET AND IM LOSING MY DAMN MIND.
â˘storage space! Storage space! For all of Lumiereâs shoes! His shoes yes he had a feel large collection of shoes- he rather likes Heels-
Cogsworth.
What?
Stop talking.
â˘while my love massages my tight caves.
Iâll massage your caves Gaston!
Who has no one snatched you up yet? (He didnât say girl :0)
â˘everyones awed and inspired by au
Gaston placing a hand to his chest.
â˘Gaston kissing his own portait, no bimbettes Lefou sings their line, no Tom , Dick or stanley that I can see either
â˘they all start russian dancing instead of the stopping/sword fight. Weird flex but ok.
Now the girls are... is that the cancan?
â˘Fun cult activityâs with friends
â˘lefou dreamily gasping over gaston along with the women.
â˘WHERED THE UKALELE COME FROM?!
⢠they kept my favorite line :)
â˘So Gaston has the French flag now? Also Maurice runs in automatically? Damn there goes pacing i guess- like arenât they supposed to be together for at least awhile before going after her jeez
â˘whyâs every single woman in this show use a super high pitched cutesy voice âYeAaA!â Is the audience one year olds and dogs???
â˘Gaston was a captain :0 Damn high rank.
â˘or a Budae *laughing* *distant roar* *s c r e a m *
â˘Madame de Garderobe has me screaming lmaoooo
â˘Mrs.Potts was a governess? Wack.
â˘ok so I cant describe the noise i made
L: OH YES! Darling
P: high pitched giggling.
The stage is still black and I canât breathe-
They were definitely- whatever the equivalent would be of making out
â˘This plan is uh Dangerous~
Iâm-Iâm gay for the featherduster. This is not allowed. THEY ARE SO CUTE I CANNOT FUNCTION.
*more adorable couple giggling*
Cogsworth coughing
â˘food fashion show.. I cannot... I canât function.
â˘Lumiere being dramatic:
Coggsworth: if i had hands, Iâd slap you.
â˘*Whispers*Skin.
Thatâs- thatâs not creepy at all lmao.
CâEst LA SALADE I CANT BREATHE WHATS HAPPENING.
â˘you lost me 2 verses ago now thereâs cheese
â˘no one:
Plumette giggling and calling out everything:
â˘HOW IS MADAME DOWNSTAIRS IM SO CONFUSED
â˘OWWWWWWWWEWWWWWWWWWWW.
That hurts.
â˘ok so Mrs. Potts being a governess in this version now makes sense as sheâs the one to start days in the sun instead of the queen/little Adam
â˘So Candenza is completely gone from this version????? So Lumierè and Plumette get both love lines from the song. Their still busy being cute as hell tho. (Does this imply their also singers? Pretty sure their still just footman/maid.)
â˘cogsworth now has Mrs.Potts lines but his voice is great.
â˘instead of soup itâs tea he I N H A L E and belle looks SO done lmao. Also no library?
â˘oh jeez yea no library just straight into something there.
â˘oh so the library is now IN something there, alright.
â˘Adam just DECKS Lumiere. Idk what that was about lmao - showing heâs nice now by uppercutting a candlestick across the room.
⢠BELLE:D this dork-
â˘Hes making jokes now.
â˘SWORDS. FIGHTING.
â˘âwe love you.â But... everyone is still all-
Ok so either Mrs.Potts is a massive liar or they donât count
â˘the dress is low key just as underwhelming as in the film
⢠Adam is trying *SHOVES CHAMPAGNE IN FACE*
â˘Plumette keeps running on and off stage idk what thatâs about.
â˘the danceeeee
â˘Adam keeps talking about his mom
â˘no evermore ;-; my favorite song and itâs gone for a 5 second dayâs in the sun reprise.
Iâm wounded.
â˘belle casually taking a dudes knife to cut them free
â˘I feel like the mob song is cute down a lot, also Lumiere comes in sliding on his knees. Respect.
â˘âGaston help.â Is kinda like nothing now as they have been so comedic. I feel nothing.
â˘i like the way they executed the final fight (beast/Gaston as servents vs the villages was literally nothing.)
â˘Lumiere sliding in on his knees again *French accent*YAAAAAAS
â˘ok so the death scene still hurts me like a truck.
Lumire: guys we did it :)
*literally watches the love of his life, his best friend and other friends die(yes itâs technically death.)*
Everyone steps away from the puppet and turns around, the lighting goes dark Iâm - ;-;
â˘the prince is low key better in the suit the guy playing him is uhhhhhhhh I know the whole point is to look past Appearance but whoâs dad is this?
â˘Iâm absolutely SCREAMING. Instead of the dramatic one by one they all pop up together and collectively go :00000 what?! Whoa!
â˘Lumiere and Plumette low key not even a âhi.â Just kiss and start dancing. Mood.
â˘Ballet attack part 2 and middle aged prince returns.
â˘No chip or Madame at the end either! :0
â˘oh wait hereâs chip!
Cogsworth melting in the background is me
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so as Iâve said itâs like a mash up of the original and the remake with some of the choices it makes, I think it really makes or breaks some of the characters.
Lefou/Gaston-
Both of them fell back more into their Cartoon counterparts of : here to be the bad guy, here to be funny. Both of them become so overly comedic that you wouldnât be able to tell whoâs line was whos if you were shown them without being told. I think , funny as they were it negatively effected their characterâs. Same case with the beast he definitely became more comedic if anything at all.
Lumierè/Cogsworth/Plumette-
These guys I think are the opposite. I think having a slight bit more of the animated made both banter and flirting hike itâs way up. Cogsworth and Lumierè were more showy in their banter , while Lumierè and Plumette were much more loud and showy with banter. Also the accents are art. Mrs. Potts was there to be the mother like figure and not given much of herself
Rip to chip who had like 4 lines and didnât even show up to seconds before curtain. Also Madame de Garderobe who was there to be a good singer and nothing more as she lost her whole arc.Rip to Cadenza, Frou frou , Chapu and Philippe for being written out all together.
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As Iâve said the changes either make or break some moments, like adding a overwhelming amount of comedy like the og movie. As funny as it was it did not have that same weight/gravity the remake did in its more serious/emotional scenes like the death/human again scenes I felt little here and Gaston betraying Lefou. As well as having the more serious/soft songs as the remake really backfired with so much comedy, and not even the more Witty subtle humor of the movie. Funny, but odd as character choice
So I know you had to cut it down a lot in order to fit it on stage however, nessisary parts or songs (evermore ;-;) were completely excluded likely do to the slightly unessisary over extension of dance numbers in Gaston(that didnât need it) and Be our guest. Which could have been time better spent.
The servants are the absolute saving grace of this musical. The costumes! Oh!(again cogsworths wig is my life.) the humor! The acting, the singing, the relationships- all of it- all of it. They carry the entire thing, and if Iâm honest itâs mainly Lumierè, Cogsworth and Plumette, occasionally Mrs. Potts if you stretch.
#batb 2017#beauty and the beast 2017#disney cruise#disney cruise show????#buckle up bitches#la salde#this was meant to have photos forgive me im lazy
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hi so i started playing onmyoji because of you and i wanted to ask if you can give me any tips?? im at level 16 i think im doing well so far but since idk anyone who plays anything would help! sorry for bothering
HEHE YESS ok.. this got rlly long WHOOPSÂ
so first thing u shld do while ur at a low level is get a mentor.. when i started playing i just fucked around and didnt get a mentor until i was well into lvl 40.. a mentorship is where low lvl (15 to 45 i tihnk..) players can apply for an apprenticeship and level up fast while also getting rewards such as grade darumas and a random ssr once u finish ur apprenticeship.. u can find the mentor application icon in the right side of ur courtyard.. it shld look like this!
while under a mentor u are also lvling up ur friendship which, once it reaches a certain level, it unlocks the co-op feature that u can find by clicking the scroll at the bottom right hand side of ur screen > friends > co-op tab at the bottom right side of the pop up screen... there u can access ur friends powerful shikigami that u can use a limited amount of times daily to beat hard chapters/evo/soul zones, etc etc... if ur looking for a mentor i recently finished an apprenticeship w someone so im free to help out if ur interested ^__^ (my user is @.sneer [all lowercase] if u didnt already know hehe)
join a guild if you havent already! i tihnk it prompts you to join a guild when u first start playing i dont rmbr but a couple things to rmbr.. one. if ur guild has â15gqâ â100gqâ in its notice, gq means guild quest and u like.. HAVE to do those or else theyll kick u from the guild.. u can find the guild quests by going to ur guild, clikcing the shrine tab on the bottom right, and where it says GROUP QUESTS thats it! usually theyre basic things like submit grade four souls or evo materials but u shld definitely stack up on evo materials and souls so u dont run out.. so if ur guild says 100+gqs.... i wld suggest leaving that guild for a lighter gq guild.. 100+gq guilds are like.. big bad guilds who wanna rank in the top ten soo save urself the trouble.... TWO. ur realm! ur realm comes w ur guild so if ur kicked u cant access ur realm :( i think u already know what ur realm is and what it does so i will just say .. fuse ur low level realm cards.. SAVE UR DRUMS REALM CARDS.. if its a 1*, fuse it but if its 3*+... save that bad boy..
speaking of jade... SAVE IT.. jade and mystery talismans r like GOLD.. theyre rlly easy to get in the beginning of the game but they start getting super scarce when ur lvling up and r completing achievements.. usually when u get ten mystery amulets or 1k jade ur gonna think âoh what if i get an ssr out of this summon oohâ YOU WILL NOT.. this game HATES ur ass it hates u so much it hates ME it hates EVERYONE except lvl 60s who get new ssrs and shit on their first summon... ennieway.. random chance up events r stupid scams but chance up events featuring new shikigami are not... like the one thats going on right now for sp aoandon.. these r good events... random chance up events coming up out of no where is just netease being like âbuy more jade we want ur money ugly idiot... stupid lmaoâ.. so yeah hoard ur amulets and jade AH ALSO IN THE MALL go to the mall and go to GENERAL.. youll see a package that says smth like 5 daily jade or smth that costs 666 jade.. BUY THAT itll give u 5 jade daily everyday.. it also stacks up so if ur not online for a couple days u wil be swimming in it baby...
oh god what else... click ur scroll on the bottom right and at the end next to collection youll see a tab that says TEAM.. thats a very useful helpful tab bc if u ever need help or want to join in on someone elses team for loot this is where u go.. when i started playing and i was farming for hiyoribo shards i always went to the system chat and clicked rlly fast on the hiyoribo shard zone hoping i cld get in ... i did that up until i was in my lvl 40s .. ur prbly smarter than me and alreayd know abt this tab but just felt like i needed to mention it just in case.........
SHARDS... if u get enough shards u can form a summoning pact w that shikigami.. demon seals are little side quests that pop up after youve completed a chapter/exploration and they come up randomly with a handful of different shikigami... but you can also access all of the demon seals from the TEAM tab i mentioned above.... demon seals only have a handful of shikigami though not all of them so dont expect to see like ssr demon seals lol also some of the shikis u can farm from demon seals are VERY good.. ill touch on this later.. DEMON PARADE is another good way to collect shards.. in ur courtyard, click the town sign and the demon parade sign shld be the first thing u see! demon parade, unlike the demon seals, are chance thing, u might get the shards u want or u might not.. its kinda stupid... throwing beans around and shit.. itll give u a lineup of three shiki that u can choose from, if u hit the shiki u picked u get extra shards.. u might see some shiki in the parade w little lanterns over their heads, that just means they give more shards too nothing special
SHIKIGAMI... when ur looking at all of ur rare and sr shikigami ur probably thinking âthis sucks these r all USELESS i want ssrs and sps >:(â well akchually... some of the best shiki in the game (for beginners especially) are rares and srs... shouzu (r), kamaitachi (sr), and hiyoribo (sr), are all farmable shikigami u can get from demon seals, if u havent summoned them already! yamausagi, a shiki u will see a LOT, is also a very easily summonable shiki so dont throw her away.. if u have duplicates of the same shiki u can PROMOTE THEM and it will level up one of their skills, just like a skill daruma! (DONT waste ur skill darumas they are soo valuable.. only use them on the shiki u use the most and want to lvl up skills on).. lvling up the skills on ur shiki increases their power and adds perks and makes them over all.. very sexy..
EDIT: added in this list of easy farmable beginners shikigami that u want to keep and build (refer to list BENEATH this one for list of roles)
kujira (sr) support
yamausagi (r) puller
shouzu (r) unique/shield **DEMON SEAL**
hiyoribo (sr) healer/revive **DEMON SEAL**
kusa (r) healer/dps
samurai x (r) cc
momo (sr) healer/revive
ushi no toki (r) unique
kamikui (r) pusher
oitsuki (sr) orbs
komatsu (sr) cc
kamaitachi (sr) puller **DEMON SEAL**
all shikigami have a certain role and its very important u know which shiki is which bc sometimes if u use them wrong u can mess up ur entire team.. here are all of the roles and some shiki examples:
dps: dps stands for âdamage per secondâ but it can also be used as a noun to describe a shikigami that is damage focused (ex. kuro mujou, momiji, hangan, mio)
cc: stands for âcrowd controlâ. ccs have the ability to limit the number of enemies actively fighting during an encounter giving u the advantage (ex. enma, yuki onna, yumekui, samurai x)
pusher: pushes the enemies move bar back, giving u the advantage of going first (ex. kamikui)
puller: basically the same thing as pusher. pulls the ally move bar forward (ex. kamaitachi, yamausagi)
shield: shiki that provides a shield of some sort to protect allies without the use of souls (ex. ichimokuren, shiro)
heal: self explanatory (ex. sakura, hana)
revive: healer types with the ability to revive players w a cooldown. not all healers are revives (ex. hiyoribo, momo)
support: self explanatory.. supports allies (ex. miketsu, kujira, bake-kujira)
unique: shiki w unique abilities that cant be placed under labels (ex. hakuzosu, ushi no toki)
orbs: shiki that supply orbs to ur team (ex. aoandon, zashiki, oitsuki)
counter: shiki that counters after an enemy attack (ex. mannendake, vampire)
AND FINALLYYYYYY how to build ur shiki... while doing explorations u get free little souls.. in the beginning this will be ok since ur just starting off but actually each shiki has a perfect soul that makes them work the best.. now there are too many souls for me to actually list so as a parting gift to this entirely too long onmyoji cheat sheet, i will leave u this SHIKIGAMI BUILD GUIDE made by the nura clan.. it lists EVERY shikigami w the perfect soul for them, what role they play, and how to build them.. i touched on their roles a little bit above but i cldnt list everything so heres this.. i use it like everyday when building new shiki its sooo helpful
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1zZoMPfuA1plomt6Kq077Q9CZ3mD_0ThYzF_tIUyf28M/edit#gid=824193257
ANYWAY.. I TIHNK IM DONE.. I HOPE THIS WASNT A COMPLETE UNINTELLIGIBLE MESS... if u need clarification for anything pls ask i feel like i mashed up a bunch of words together and called it a day.. ummmm so yeah :) theres probably..... stuff... i might be missing but if theres smth specific u want to know about JUST ASK!!!!!!!!! im always looking for new omj friends...
#THIS IS SO LONG SORRYYYYYY....#i prbly cldve provided more pics to make this more coherent but im too lazy sorry king :[
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23: i wanna know what youâre doing tonight
prompt: shuffle || masterpost || other fills || ao3 mirror
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Does writing music based on things your friend said count as flirting?
Itâs AU brainworm time everybody >:3 This âmain streetâ AU is basically balefire/mom squadâs âwhat if we made a bunch of small town romance ideas and mashed them togetherâ which turns out to be a lot more hilarious than it should be. Featuring (chat) cameos from @windupcatgirl @to-the-voiceless @windupnamazu @verbroil and @winduphaurchefant because why not. Title from this song!
For all intents and purposes, Zaya enjoys autumn; summer heat cooling off into a pleasant chill, the sunlight that lingers enough to keep warm in the early weeks. The trees may die, but in doing so they grow colorful, and though the flowers in Aâdewahâs little shop donât do the same he changes which ones are on display to match better with the tree outside. It does mean Krileâand more recently, one Gâraha Tiaâhave to return to Mor Dhona, their studies resuming, but itâs not like they canât chat.
It does, however, mean the return of autumn showersâand they donât even hate rain that muchâand fortunately Zaya managed to forget their poncho just as the first big storm pulled in. Mor Dhona wasnât that far of a drive away, really, just two or three hours on a road Zaya had taken enough times before, but in the middle of a rainstorm? Without a rainproof coat?
Well, at least Miss Eldfalkâs documents are staying dry in the carrier at Zayaâs back, even if the chill of the rain has already soaked through the wool of their jacket and started to dampen their shirt by the time they pull into the parking garage just a block or so away from the museum waiting on Sjannaâs delivery. Thankfully the inn is just an elevator away and not on the other side of the road; they should keep a spare poncho or umbrella in the motorcycle luggage next time.
Zaya pushes the thought aside as they slip off their helmet and the phone in their pocket begins to buzz about, safely tucked within the canvas pocket of their overalls and hopefully not just as soaked as their hands are. Wiping their palms and fingers on the inside of their legs, they unzip the soggy jacket and tug out the borrowed phone to see the numerous Linkcord notificationsâof course.
Leaning onto the front of their motorcycle, Zaya hardly takes a second glance up to the storm just out the window behind them as a few taps and a swipe unlocks the screen, opening up to the Linkcord discussion of the day (night? Night.)
[ text channel #mom-panic; 9:47 PM ]
banned for baby crimes zayaaaaaa i miss you Hanami Hagane You are just saying that because you have no one to drag around the fair. Hanami Hagane Besides, they will be back tomorrow afternoon. banned for baby crimes no iâm not!! thatâs too long!! i brought ihget but heâs being stupid and wont ride the ferris wheel with me :â) banned for baby crimes i cant find lunya and reese either so now im stuck with himbo here local breadhead weâre just by the cotton candy stand! lunyaâs waving at you ;) banned for baby crimes OH THERE YOU ARE HOW DID I MISS YOUÂ Â Â Â hold on i gotta grab the chad first local breadhead đ banned for baby crimes but i really miss zaya even if theyâre just over in mor dhona.. so does ochir he- i- banned for baby crimes has anyone seen ochir ihget lost him in the crowd- this says zaya đą reese is in pieces :O( YOU WHAT?? local breadhead oh dear lmao reese is in pieces :O( i hope no one tries to take him :( reese is in pieces :O( lunya says if your stupid catboy loses zayaâs bird shes not going to make you two the mini versions of zayaâs courier hat banned for baby crimes IT SNTO MY FAULT ZAYA JR HERE WAS BEIGNB ROODY ADN LOOKED AWAY Â Â Â Â NOOOOOOO,,, Hanami Hagane Why bring the bird with you, anyways. Zaya lent you Ochirâs cage. banned for baby crimes he made sad noises when ihget n i were abt to leave,,,,
The chat quickly devolves from there into Sati panicking about Zayaâs violet-backed starling going rogue and everyone else jumping in and hells, they are not in the mood to manage that. Drops of water fall from their chin onto the screen; they hastily wipe it away before shoving the phone back into their pocket and hop off their motorcycle. A few quick movements with the key round their wrist opens up the luggage attachment with the satchel of papers insideâblessedly dry, thank the gods they splurged on a decent one insteadâwhich they swing over their shoulder as they start walking to the elevator.
A dripping trail has probably followed them all the way from the parking garage to the lobby, they think in passing as they stop at the front desk, waiting for the receptionist to turn around. Their hand goes to fiddle with the small keychain on their keyring as they wait, still dripping their own personal puddle around them.
âHello, hello! Welcome to the Seventh Heaven, how may Iââ Tataru turns around, small smile widening into a sunny bright grin when she sees them, even if theyâre dripping all over the lobby. âZaya! Good to see you back again; need a room for the night, then?â
A curt nod (that sends water droplets onto the surface of Tataruâs desk) is all she needs to hop off her stepping stool and onto the ground, waving Zaya along before she cheerily marches down the halls with a keyring jingling in her hand. Not even the gloomy rainstorm thundering outside can put a damper on her mood, it seems.
âPayment for the nightâs stay may be given in the form of Gannet Bay gossip, alright?â Tataru unlocks the door to a nicely decorated room with a quick turn of her hand, playfully winking over her shoulder as she does. Her violet eyes glimmer almost the same as Lunyaâs, really; filled with teasing joy and secrets. âIâve heard from the grapevine about a certain catboy quite enjoying the atmosphere out there, now!â
She steps aside as the door swings fully open, giving a little curtsy, and Zaya gives her an energetic thumbs-up as they walk past her into the room, pleasantly warm and bright from the small fireplace in the corner of the room, banked low so its amber glow only flickers across the floor.
First things first: getting out of all the soggy clothing theyâre wearing.
They hang their satchel (papers still neatly bound inside, good) on the wall hook by the door and haphazardly strip off their shoes and socks, followed by the once-warm and fluffy jacket as they look about for spare hangers.
Ah; Tataru always has their back. Hanging on the end of the bed are a set of four or so hangers, which Zaya snaps up with ease, carefully slipping the wooden hangers through sleeves and loops as they finally get to their undershirtâblissfully dry, if not a bit cold. Their overalls arenât all that damp on the top but are more than soaked the further down the legs one looks⌠hopefully that dries quick enough.
Just as they finish kicking their ankle-high boots to the mat by the door, a quiet yet unfamiliar chime fills the room, and Zaya nearly thinks to check outside the door for the noise when the light vibrations trickle up their arm. The soft ringtoneâsomeone humming along to a muffled orchestra, maybe; not the smartest of choices for a calling ringtoneâgrows louder as Zaya stares down at their collection of soggy clothing.
...Alright, second: answer the damn phone?
Zaya nearly fumbles all the hangers to grab their phone from the pockets of their overalls and accept the call, only briefly reading the name from the screen before his face pops up in its place. White hair and a charming grin, perhapsâthat is, to anyone who hadnât heard the words that fall from his mouth like gentle rain.
(Okay, well, maybe that just helped. Zaya wasnât going to say that out loud to anybody regardless; it didnât matter what they thought of Thancredâs charms. Probably.)
â...Iâd say âgood eveningâ but I wager you are having anything but just by the water dripping off your hair,â Thancred says in lieu of greeting, his voice warm and surrounded by the distant sounds of the usual fall fair attractions. âSo instead, Iâll say this; is that old phone serving you well enough?â
Zaya nods; given, this oneâs a bit clunky, but the lightness of their actual tomephone may have indirectly been the reason that theyâd dropped it while helping out around town and eventually cracked the screen. At least Thancred had offered to lend them his old one for the trip to Mor Dhona in case, just on the off chance someone truly needed their attention, like for lost birds and ways to punish a distracted idiot.
They set it on the table, the front camera facing towards the window as Zaya steps into frame, still fiddling with the hangers in their hands. Mor Dhona may be covered in a gloomy storm, but the golden lights from the buildings around Revenantâs Toll Square still glow brightly in the distance, a refuge from the biting torrent of cold rain.
âSurvived the water,â they sign slowly, stepping closer to the fireplace in a subtle attempt to dry off a bit quicker, almost fumbling when their fingers stiffen, chilled to the bone. Thancred laughs, the bridge of his nose crinkling just a tad like how it does when he canât stop cracking himself up. âStill has power, too.â
âGlad to see it has survived, then.â Thereâs a slight pause where Thancred stops talking (and laughing) to catch his breath, the small silence filled with Zaya leaving frame to go hang their soaked clothes over the fireplace to hopefully dry for tomorrow. When they come back to look at the camera, a kaleidoscope of colorful lights dance across Thancredâs face, some colorfully lit attraction before him leaving his platinum blonde hair awash with a rainbow of color. âThe storm there should burn off by early dawn, though; hopefully you will not have to drag yourself home dripping wet from your business in Mor Dhona.â
Ah, good. They yawn as discreetly as someone whoâs on a video call canâwhich is to say, not very, and a rosy flush must spread on their face when Thancred chuckles under his breath, low and steady.Â
âForgive me,â he says next, voice lowered as if he were disturbing someoneâs rest. âI must be keeping you from collapsing; I canât imagine a drive in the freezing rain and getting soaked is the least draining way to spend oneâs night.â
In-between stretching out the tense muscles in their back and neck do they grunt some noise of agreement, the strain flaring momentarily before melting into a drowsy warmth that drips down the ridges of their spine. Really, spending time in Mor Dhona at all is a draining waste of timeâwhen you make your home in somewhere as vibrantly quiet as Gannet Bay itâs hard to want the big city over the comforts of familiarity, of knowing each shop and its owners personally, of being able to help them all and see their smiles.
At least they can see one person from home, now.
â âS fine,â they mumble softly, heart stuttering when Thancredâs smile widens at the sound of their voice. Part of them wishes they were there to playfully elbow him for thatâitâs not that rare tha theyâll speakâand the other part of them they are desperately trying to ignore. âHowâs thâ fair.â
âWonderful.â He looks up for a moment as Zaya wraps themselves in the bed coverings, presumably to whatever booth or stall is shining down on his face with fluorescent lights. âRyneâs had a wonderful time, I think. I havenât seen your friends around, but would you like to hear about the odd variety of attractions around?â
Zaya hums sleepily, waiting for him to continue. They hardly even notices when their eyelids grow heavy and their fingers return to their usual warmth, entranced enough by the fond familiarity of Thancredâs voice as they drift off to sleep.
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The next morning, Zaya wakes with the dawn that rises across Mor Dhona, the bright golden sunrise sneaking through the cracks of the large curtains to tickle their bedsheets. The cityscape outside the window is covered by low autumn morning fog, glimmering as the sunlight dances over it and the puddles the passing storm had left behind in its wake. Outside, it is nearly silent, only a few passing cars and hardly any pedestrians around when Zaya does their morning stretches by the window.
As is always with a trip into the city, they fall into an easy routine; wake with the sun, stretch out whatever they can without breaking something, get dressed and hastily grab everything before rushing out the door, wave Tataru a rushed but genuine goodbye. Trot down to the parking garage, check the bike, throw the satchel back into the luggage on the back as they slip on their stereo cuffs and flick through playlists on their phone before going to get breakfast at the Bismarckâ
Zaya pauses their flick-tap scroll through the playlists on their phone when they catch one with their name. Odd; Thancred did always have the habit of making his friends their own personal playlists, but theyâd like to think they didnât give him that much of a read on their tastes just yet.
Shrugging to no one but themselves, they tap on the playlist and let it begin to play as they slide the phone back into their overall pocket, starting up their motorcycleâs engine just as the song begins to play.
They stop.Â
[ DM history with @superbolide; 7:36 AM]
zayaya â zayaya đ
đâđľđ§đżââ superbolide good morning to you too :) youâre up rather early superbolide something the matter? superbolide ah     i havenât got another song for you yet, if thatâs the question  rest assured, iâll find something yet! zayaya đ
It hardly takes them more than a few seconds to grab a small screenshot of the playlist in question, sending it and another screenshot back to Thancred as they quietly listen to the same song Rjoli and Reese had playing near constantly for last Valentioneâs Day in the bakeryâstill manages to be catchy, somehow. Let it not be said that acoustic covers were not their favorite.
The notification ringtone chimes when Thancred responds, cheery and bright.
Zaya goes a bit bug-eyed at what he types next, the song fading off as the next one on shuffle comes upâpiano, humming, Thancredâs voiceâ
Thankfully, for it being so early in the morning, thereâs no one around in the parking garage to judge the frankly embarrassing noise they make at their phone, or the bright flush that spreads across their face.
It isnât like that, they remember saying, sputtering like a fish out of water when Lunya had barely insinuated that Thancredâs small wave as he walked past was a bit more than friendly. Thereâs no way heâd be interested in the courier that helped him choose out a ribbon at the local boutique, of all people! He doesnât even know where I work!
Zaya drops their forehead onto the dash of their motorcycle, careful not to hit their horns against anything as they do.
Looks like they were wrong, about it ânot being like thatâ. Maybe.
(Oh gods, they really hope theyâre wrong.)
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[ text channel #mom-panic; 8:03 AM]
đŹ this says zaya is typing...
this says zayađ this says zayađđđ đ¤ â banned for baby crimes DOES HTAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES closest to hell zaya qestir i swear on your lover boyâs life clarify for the peanut gallery local breadhead :0 reese is in pieces :O( i think      hm reese is in pieces :O( zaya did thancred just confess or did somethign else happen this says zaya [ superbolide: oh haha i must have forgotten to upload those to my lifestream] this says zaya [ superbolide: there are some songs i did save, but all the clips there were lyrics i thought of after chatting w/ you đ] this says zaya [ superbolide: i could make an EP dedicated to you w/ the inspo you gave me] this says zaya [ superbolide: that is, if you donât mind] Hanami Hagane I told you he was obvious. closest to hell SATINA YOU OWE ME GUMMIES FROM SHOOTING STAR I CALLED IT closest to hell IT WAS OBVIOUS THE MUSIC HES MAKING WAS BC OF THEM local breadhead oh bless⌠thatâs v sweet⌠banned for baby crimes HBHBHHB NOOO MY HARD EARNED GIL,,, banned for baby crimes BUT WE ALL WERE RIGHT ABOUT HIM THO reese is in pieces :O( awwwauaua!! banned for baby crimes so banned for baby crimes zaya banned for baby crimes whenâs the wedding this says zaya đĄđĄđĄ closest to hell međ¤sati âwhenâs the weddingâ this says zaya đđđĄ Hanami Hagane You two better start running. banned for baby crimes WAIT ZAYA NO-
#ffxiv#zaya qestir#thancred waters#ffxivwrite2020#ffxivwrite#tales from the blue#my writing#main street au#look its 2020 and i can write chatfic with my normal fic if i want#the song may be about breakup but this fic sure aint :^)#i dont know how to make the names all color text in tumblr ;W; ill fix it later...#balefire#elie's ffxivwrite2020#s: bound by faith
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