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deadpanjisung · 2 days ago

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❀ to live as i wish ❀

pairing: idol!hyunjin x fake gf!reader

MDNI!!!!!!! (i cannot stress this enough, please have your age in bio)

genre: fake dating, friends to lovers, smut, fluff?

wc: 5.2k

warnings: smut, pet names, jealousy, lying to the public, lee know being kind of a menace, mentions of drinking, oral sex (fem receiving), breastplay, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, not proofread. sorry if i missed any.

“We’re dying to know, how did you two meet?” The interviewer asked, clutching the cards in her hands. Your eyes locked with his. You chuckled lightly.

“Straight to the point, huh?” You teased, looking at the interviewer and back at Hyunjin beside you. “Do you want to tell it? Or should I?” He blushed at your comment, ultimately gesturing for you to tell the story.

You mentally prepared to recite the story you rehearsed over and over again for the last month.

“I was in line to get an iced coffee at this new shop near my workplace. My headphones were on; I wasn’t really paying any attention to my surroundings. They have all these cute signature drinks, and I had my mind set on ordering the s’mores iced coffee that I didn’t even check my other options.” You paused to look at Hyunjin, who gave you a reassuring smile. “So, the menu is displayed on a screen above the register, and I had gotten to a point in line where I couldn’t see it well —I’m nearsighted. And I just step back to get a better look at it…”

“And she bumps into me.” He chuckled.

“I bump into him hard!” You laugh between exaggerated gestures. The interviewer laughs with you; you continue the story before she could comment on it. “I’m apologizing profusely. My face is so red, and I have tears in my eyes out of embarrassment.”

“I didn’t even know how to react. It wasn’t a big deal to me or anything!” Hyunjin added, “I offered to pay for her coffee. She denied. But then, all the tables were busy, so we shared one.”

“And I couldn’t believe that I was hearing correctly when he asked me for my number!” You confessed.

“I mean, I think we had a pretty interesting conversation about Claude Monet’s Garden.” Hyunjin commented. “I would’ve spent the evening talking to you if I didn’t have a recording session.”

“Cute and artsy? You two really are a perfect match!” The interviewer said enthusiastically. You fake chuckled through it all.

“I don’t know about being perfect, but it’s been a wonderful ride.” You said, sticking to the script you had been fed.

“Did you know who Hyunjin was when you bumped into him?”

“I recognized him right after apologizing. I think it’s impossible to not know him in this day and age.” You remarked.

“Did you give him special treatment afterwards?” She intruded. You shook your head, annoyed.

“I don’t really believe in treating people differently just because they’re famous.” You replied. “The connection we developed was real; independent to Hyunjin being an idol.”

“Actually, I was the one to initiate the conversation.” Hyunjin pointed out. “She had a Monet pin on her purse, and I wanted to impress her.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I, shamefully, wanted to know if she actually liked him. I had some books about him that she could enjoy, if she did.”

“And she did, right?” She asked, you two nodded in unison. “How sweet! But, dating an idol must be hard, right?” She directed the question to you. “How have STAY reacted to your relationship?”

“I think they were mostly shocked at first.” Hyunjin answered. “I have always been private about my personal life. I’m sure they weren’t expecting to see me on a date.”

“I’ve had a lot of support too.” You added. “STAY have seen me at concerts, and they even give me freebies. It’s really sweet.”

“You must be special to have received so much support from such loyal fans!”

You chuckled nervously, not expecting that comment. Your eyes met Hyunjin’s once more.

“I believe that STAY generally likes Y/N because she’s genuine. They can tell that she cares about me.” Hyunjin added. “She’s supported me through many hardships in the time we’ve known each other.”

You blushed at that comment.

“Adorable! We have time for one more question!” The interviewer clapped her hands together. “We asked on social media and your fans want Y/N to send them a message!”

Your hands instantly started sweating and your heartbeat increased. You had planned most of this interview out, and you had a script for almost every scenario —except this one. Hyunjin lightly squeezed your hand. You took a deep breath.

“Hi STAY! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Thank you for all the love you’ve sent me. Thank you for the support I’ve had. I promise to take care of Hyunjin like you do. Thank you for your trust. And, even if you’re still not sure about me… I want you to please keep supporting Hyunjin. He’s, our foundation. I wish you the best.” You said, in a whim, not knowing whether if it would be appraised or detested by the higher-ups or by the fans.

“Isn’t Y/N lovely? Thank you both for your time on this show!” The interviewer exclaimed. “I wish you a healthy relationship!” She shook your and Hyunjin’s hands. “A round of applause for the beautiful couple.”

You walked hand in hand to the backstage area, where you were met with Hyunjin’s representative team.

“So, how did we do?” Hyunjin asked them, sliding his hand out of yours.

“I think it looked natural enough.”

You high-fived Hyunjin, who happily hugged you in return.

Things hadn’t exactly happened that way— not really. It hadn’t been “love” at first conversation, it hadn’t been love at all… at first. You had met Hyunjin at the coffee shop, you did have a nice conversation, and he did leave with your number. But neither of you intended for it to be romantic. You gave him your number so he could send some art book recommendations that he talked about. Instead, you received an urgent call from his manager. Some sasaeng had taken pictures of you two at the coffee shop looking suspiciously happy. They had sent the pictures to Hyunjin’s company, and this had been the plan.

Hyunjin didn’t have a squeaky-clean reputation when it came to dating scandals —having made the front cover various times before, with different people. Management decided that a stable, loving relationship would help redeem his womanizer reputation. You were offered a contract, and you had denied it. You hated the idea of dating for the public —of a fake relationship.

It wasn't until Hyunjin came to your house with a sniffling nose and tears in his eyes that you understood the severity of the situation. He didn’t pressure you to take the job. You didn’t know him well, but he had been nothing but nice and respectful to you and you didn’t really comprehend his reputation, but you didn’t ask either. You chose to help him… as a friend. The next day, the contract was signed, and an official message was sent out, a message that confirmed the relationship.

You spent the next few months getting media trained by the company’s best personnel. You had been officially introduced to the world as Hwang Hyunjin’s own lovergirl. And everything was right in the world again — sensible artist Hwang Hyunjin couldn’t be a womanizer, of course not. And you still couldn’t understand why he had that reputation. Hyunjin had always been mindful of you and your feelings.

You coped by thinking of this as an acting job and favor to your friend. It helped that the pay was increasingly better than that of the job that you had a degree for. It also helped that you had quit said job and dedicated your free time to painting and studying art composition. Your one true passion. Spending time with Hyunjin was enjoyable too, you had a few public dates a month and you could talk about art and movies and books. The contract was valid for six months with an opportunity of extension if you wanted. And Hyunjin made sure to always ask if you wanted to end the agreement early. But you didn’t mind… as long as you didn’t look up your name on social media.

You, thankfully, hadn’t had any altercations with fans but you had seen the comments they made about you, the death threats, the amount of people that unfollowed Hyunjin after the announcement. It was overwhelming. Therefore, a social media cleanse was in order for you and Hyunjin.

“Y/N-nnie.” Hyunjin’s sultry voice snapped you back into reality. He held out his hand for you to take it. “The guys are having dinner at Chan’s. Do you want to come?” You nodded, taking his hand in yours as you walked out of the studio and into the luxury SUV that drove you around.

“Chan’s making pork belly.” Hyunjin softly spoke up. “I asked Minho to make tofu for you… I know that you don’t love pork belly.” He gave you a shy smile.

“Thanks, Hyune. I didn’t even remember that I told you I didn’t like pork belly.”

“You did. At the BBQ place last month.” He pointed out. “I pay attention, you know.” You blushed.

Hyunjin was undeniably cute… lovely… endearing. Sometimes you felt that the line that separated your “relationship” from your friendship was blurring. Nothing that indicated a shift had happened, still you did feel like an established couple. A couple that was so comfortable with each other that you could just enjoy each other’s company without expectations.

Sometimes you forgot to let your hand slip from his grasp and other times his hugs lasted a little longer than you expected them to. He would spend his free time at your house. And, if he wasn’t with you physically, he would call or text you the entire day. You didn’t want to be that person. The person that develops a crush on their best friend and ruins the friendship. Especially when it came to Hyunjin, someone who understood you— without judgment or apprehension. He liked you for you, not for your accolades or your status. He enjoyed talking about your favorite painters and what food you disliked and how you think that capitalism sucks. And you liked him, because he was passionate and smart and funny and undeniably gorgeous. You liked that he was interested in things other than money and luxury —a misconception you had about celebrities.

And you hated that you felt goosebumps every time his touch lingered on you. And that your palms got sweatier when he held them. And, that your heart skipped a beat every time he praised you in interviews and to his friends. You still weren’t sure if that was part of your gimmick. But his voice (and your delusions) made him sound so… genuine.

You arrived at Chan’s place in a blur of time. Hyunjin’s members were sitting around the table, stuffing their faces with the home cooked meal. You were met with wide eyed stares, like an unexpected visitor from everyone aside from Chan and Minho.

“Hi noona.” You heard a chorus of greetings coming from Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin. Meanwhile, Changbin stood up and hugged you for a good minute. You had seen most of Changbin, with him being Hyunjin’s roommate and all. He was always nice to you; he made you feel comfortable even when you felt slightly intimidated. Especially when it came to Minho and some younger members.

“Hi noona.” Minho mocked his younger members. “C’mon. Eat your food, it’ll get cold, and I made it just for you.”

“Oh! Hi, Y/N. Sit here.” Chan said, getting up from his chair to retrieve another one for himself.

You sat down next to Minho, who served your food and placed it in front of you. You quietly thanked him and Chan.

“I know that we said that we wouldn’t check things on social media about your fake relationship thing, but I caved.” Jeongin confessed. You widened your eyes, scared about how the engagement would be. Hyunjin sat next to you, shifting Chan’s plate next to Changbin’s. “People ate it up.”

You sighed in relief.

“I checked too.” Felix confessed as well. “You did well, noona. If I didn’t know, I’d think you liked hyung for real.” You furiously blushed at his comment. Seungmin snickered, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Y/N. You were really convincing. It made me jealous. I’d love a fake girlfriend like you.” Minho teased Hyunjin, as he always did.

“Too bad, hyung. We have a real friendship aside from just fake dating. You do know that, right?” Hyunjin snapped. Minho snickered once more and held his arms up in defeat. You knew that he did it to get a reaction out of Hyunjin. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started eating his meal.

You listened to the conversations they were having and summarized them to: Minho teasing Hyunjin, Jisung struggling to write a song for Changbin and Jeongin, Changbin talked about bulking and his new routine, Chan hadn’t slept in days, Jeongin had a newfound sweet tooth for slushies, Seungmin visited family and argued with them, and Felix wasn’t sure if he had a new brand deal. Hyunjin, on the other hand, remained mostly silent through the meal, he commented occasionally and glanced at you.

You spoke about the interview in detail —how you felt with the unexpected questions and how you managed to work your way around them. Jisung complimented your acting, to which you chuckled and gave your own props to Hyunjin’s support.

“Hyunjin tends to be more reserved in interviews. I was surprised; he did really well.” Changbin commented. “You should come to all of our interviews as a good luck charm.”

“Well, while we’re on topic! I actually gathered you here to celebrate how well things are going.” Chan said, taking out four bottles of bokbunja-ju. “PD-nim sent this over, he wanted to congratulate you for working diligently on this. Not to diminish your part, Hyunjin, but Y/N has been a positive influence in your, uh, public reception. Even if stays don’t looooove her just yet.” He paused. “Not that they hate you or anything, you know. Agh. We’re just happy to see that people now see Hyunjin for a good guy, just like he is. You know? Ugh. Whatever, let’s drink.”

You chuckled at Chan being flustered, yet you felt honored to have a positive impact on Hyunjin’s reputation —whatever that meant. Chan handed you a glass of bokbunja-ju, which you took to one of the sofas in the living room. Minho’s cat-like stare followed you, deciding to sit down on the other side of the couch.

“He likes you too.” Minho spoke up, suddenly.

“JYP?”

Minho snickered.

“You know who I mean. Hyunjin. You’re good for him. I don’t know if he’ll ever have the guts to confess. So, I’m doing it for him. If you like him back, you should say something.”

“Minho, be serious.” You looked over at him, directly at his glossy, angel-like eyes.

“I am. I promise. You’re cute and all but not my type. I’ve been trying to get him jealous enough.”

“I think you’re known to be a liar.” You tested the waters.

“I could never lie about this. I’m not so malicious.” He said and scooted closer to you, leaning down to your ear. “If you look in his direction, he’s clenching his glass hard. He can’t stand seeing this.” And you did. And Minho was right. Hyunjin’s eyes bore into you and Minho sitting in the sofa. “He’ll find an excuse to come over.” And he was right again. As soon as Minho returned to his previous spot, Hyunjin walked over to where you sat.

“Y/N-nnie, I’m tired. Is it okay if we leave early?” Hyunjin asked with his back to Minho and a shy smile appearing on his face.

“Oh, sure. I’m a bit tired myself.” You agreed, noticing that Minho was standing up and shooting you a thumbs up.

A few hugs and kisses on the cheek by a very tipsy Felix later, you and Hyunjin were able to slip away from Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin, luckily, lived in the same building as the rest of his bandmates, you took the elevator to his floor to fetch his car keys. You didn’t even dare to enter the apartment, not after what Minho said. The conversation replayed in your head as you waited for Hyunjin to return. You weren’t particularly tired, you were curious— curious to know whether or not Minho’s words carried any truth to them.

“Okay. Let’s go!” Hyunjin announced as he walked out of his front door.

“If you’re too tired, I could take a taxi or something. Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Nonsense. I’d prefer to deliver you safely to yours.”

Hyunjin spoke about the interview on the way to your house. He praised you for handling the hard parts of the commentary, especially with this being your first formal interview. You blushed at his words. You never liked driving around at night, it used to make you feel paranoid. Yet being with Hyunjin made you feel safe, like things would be okay. That was one of the reasons why you decided to help him out.

Before you knew it, the car halted its movements, and you were parked in front of the dim streetlight that led to your house. You didn’t want to leave and Hyunjin kept talking, which hinted that he didn’t want to leave either.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Hyunjin said with a soft smile on his face.

“You all say that your rep needed work… I never asked, but I’ve always been curious about it.”

“Ah.” Hyunjin sighed deeply. “It’s not as serious as the media makes it out to be… I had a phase where I partied constantly. People took pictures of me dancing with different people. I didn’t do anything with them! I swear! Media outlets made me seem like a playboy… But I swear nothing happened with anyone or anything. I’m not for that casual hookup lifestyle...You know? JYP did what he could to diffuse the drama…”

“It’s okay if you were hooking up with them; you don’t have to over-explain.” You chuckled lightly. “Thanks for opening up. I’m sorry that it happened.”

“Oh… I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m kind of a loser; I haven’t gone on a real date since debut actually…”

“Hyune…” You interrupted, testing the waters. He looked at you with parted lips and shimmering eyes; he glanced back at his hands on the steering wheel almost instantly. “I should probably go. You said you were tired.”

“Wait!” He looked back at you. “I-I…you and Minho hyung…ugh… do you think he wants to ask you out?”

“I wanted to talk about Minho too.” You responded vaguely, to observe his reaction. He sighed and looked back at the steering wheel.

“If he asked you out, you could go out with him… I know you’d want my approval because we’re friends. But… I think you’d be a nice, odd couple. You’d have to talk to PD-nim because what if people find….”

“Minho did not ask me out.” You clarified. “It’s not about that at all.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “He said something…” He was looking directly into your eyes. You forgot what you were saying. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

“W-what?”

“Please tell me that I didn’t just say that out loud.”

“I think you did… or maybe you were mind-reading.” Hyunjin sighed.

“Mind reading?”

“I really want to kiss you.” He affirmed, there was a pause of disbelief. “Can I kiss you?”

You found yourself nodding before you could consider the repercussions, the contract breach and everything else that could be affected by that kiss. You wouldn’t let yourself care, either way.

Hyunjin’s hands found their way to each side of your face as he leaned in, caressing the left side with his thumb. His lips found yours gently, they were plump and soft like a nice and cold pudding. Your neediness took over you and you found yourself deepening the kiss into a tangled mess of tongue and saliva. Your heart wanted to beat out of your chest; not even having time to process what was happening, you were driven by emotional drive instead of logic as you usually were. Your hands found their way around his neck, lightly pulling at the ends of his short hair, which made Hyunjin moan into the kiss.

You took the opportunity to break the kiss.

“Do you… maybe… want to come in?” You asked, taking in the beautiful sight in front of you. You had messed up Hyunjin’s hair, his lips were parted, stained with the remnants of your lipstick, eyes dreamy with passion.

“Yeah.” He replied, his voice was breathy and deep, which admittedly made you feel weak in the knees. You had always enjoyed listening to Hyunjin’s voice, its tone was always a little playful and a little seductive to you.

The short walk to your house was filled with anticipation—with tension. Still, it gave you time to reason; something you didn’t want to count on. Especially not when you finally tasted Hyunjin’s lips and they were everything you wanted in a nutshell. Your logical self wanted it to feel unreactive or indifferent. And you were so wrong for wanting that. You craved to have order and control over your life in minor or mayor ways. Hyunjin’s presence in your life felt freeing, uncertainty had always intimidated you. Even if anxious thoughts plagued your mind on the way to the house; once you entered it and Hyunjin kissed you with your back against the wall and you threw care into the wind.

Hyunjin’s lips were on yours in another desperate kiss, one filled with more passion and desire. His arms roamed from your face to your waist to your hips to your ass and everywhere in between. That, in itself, made heat pool between your legs, knees slightly bucking from your arousal. Your fingers fiddled with his shirt’s buttons. Your hands then roamed through his toned chest, helping him take off his shirt, enticing him to keep walking towards your bedroom. You felt him grow harder against your thigh with each kiss.

You slowly removed layer and layer of your clothing, leaving a trail on the floor. Once you entered the bedroom, you were left in just your underwear —your mismatched, not at all cute underwear. You blushed at the thought of being in front of him in your granny panties. But he looked at you with hazy eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips, using one hand to unhook your bra and the other was hooked on the waistband of your underwear, leaving you naked in front of him.

Slowly, Hyunjin lowered his face to your neck, mouthing hotly against it. Hyunjin’s lips trailed from your neck to your collarbones, then, they trailed down to your bare breasts. He looked up and into your eyes before taking one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. You felt his tongue swirling against it, and it made you throw your head back. He was gentle at first, but then he sucked harshly. Hyunjin moaned at one point, making you moan as well before taking your neglected nipple into his mouth. Once he was satisfied, he kept trailing kisses downwards —on your waist, the softness of your belly, your hips, and then, down where you needed him the most.

Hyunjin lowered himself to his knees, taking in your fucked out expression before burying his head into your cunt. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and Hyunjin took no time in lapping up your folds. He instantly moaned at the taste of your arousal. The sweet, tangy flavor was new to him — his new favorite meal, snack and dessert. That same taste would be his craving for the rest of his life. Hyunjin sucked harshly at your clit, making you moan both in pleasure and in pain. His teeth lightly nibbled at it after listening to your glorious moans. Hyunjin’s erection was throbbing, painful in the confines of his pants; his hands struggled to open the button. You didn’t even notice… not when the absolute pleasure was taking over every available sense of yours. Once he managed to open the button, one of his hands flew straight to palm his sensitive cock, while the other squeezed your ass.

Then, you felt it; your upcoming orgasm was approaching at a faster pace than it ever had. You were surprised at that, having had struggles to cum in the past —both by yourself and with other partners. You tried to hold back but the heat of the moment made your orgasm take over. You felt your body spasm, involuntarily grinding against Hyunjin’s face as you rode out your climax. You tried to move back.

“Baby… baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hyunjin groaned. “I’m going to cum in my pants. I swear, I am. Let me stay here forever, my muse.” He kept kissing and sucking at your overly keen clit.

“Hyune… I want you inside… of me.” You moaned… it was more of a plead. Hyunjin looked up at you, you flicked your nipples with your hands.

“F-fuck. I’ll cum before I even thrust.” He groaned, palming his impressively hard cock. Just the look of it, heavy between his legs, dripping with precum made your arousal pool between your legs. “I don’t even have condoms.”

“That’s okay. I want you to feel good too.” You negotiated. “You can fuck me raw. You want to, right?”

“F-fuck fuck. I do; I really do. Of course I do.” He said, before signaling you to lay on your bed, which you obliged. Hyunjin removed his pants and underwear as quick as he could. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight before you.

Hyunjin was lean yet muscular and toned, his body looked sculpted… unreal to be perceived in real time. A patch of dark hair trailed down his toned stomach until it met his cock, which hung heavy and sensitive in between his legs. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth; but you knew that he wanted to be inside you, just like you wanted him. He pumped his shaft a few times before finding his place in between your legs. His toned things rubbed the back of yours as he teased your folds with his thick cockhead, making both of you moan at the delicious friction.

Hyunjin teased your folds, making his cockhead bump into your clit a few times before catching on your pussy. The feeling of his leaking cock prodding your entrance made him moan. Your tight, wet cunt welcomed him with a mix of painful pleasure. You gasped at the feeling of him inside of you —a feeling you didn’t expect to experience this quickly; a feeling you’d be addicted to soon enough. You could tell he was a dancer, his thrusts felt so experienced…swift and precise. He thrusted in and out of you, the thickness of his cock made you gasp. Hyunjin remained thrusting with an inconsistent pace, desperate and hungry, until his eager moves halted.

“Is everything okay?” You asked after a second, looking at his closed eyes.

“Y-yeah… I just… I’m going to cum so quick….” He said in between pants. “I should stop.”

“You can cum, baby… It’s okay.” You moaned.

Hyunjin’s orgasm did not take him by surprise, despite his attempts to hold it off. He spasmed at the sound of your words, hips pressing against yours harshly. The feeling of his ardent, thick, creamy cum inside of you almost made you cum on the spot; you were sure that if he hadn’t made you cum earlier, you would’ve. Hyunjin released a more-than-generous amount of cum inside of you —you could barely believe it when he kept spasming. He remained inside of you for a good few minutes, sucking on your sensitive nipple, but his cock was still hard.

He unlatched from your nipple with a confused expression in his face.

“Huh… it won’t go down?” He asked rhetorically, thrusting once and twice again inside of your overstimulated cunt.

“I think it’s gotten harder, actually.”

“Right?”

“Round two?” You asked, in absolute delight of feeling his heavy cock still hard inside of you.

“C-can you ride me?” He asked, his face turning crimson. You nodded.

He slipped out of you and so did most of his cum, leaking into your pristine bedsheets. You straddled him, hovering over his leaking cock. His hands found your hips as you lowered yourself down onto him. The size of his cock made it painful for your sensitive cunt to fit. Hyunjin impatiently started thrusting up when you still hadn’t moved, adjusting to his size again.

“Sorry, angel. I need to feel you. I-I can’t.”

You ground your hips against his, making him stop thrusting altogether and throw his head back with a moan. You set a quick pace, desperate for your second release (and thoroughly enjoying Hyunjin’s needy expressions). His fingers dug into the plush of your hips with every bounce on his cock.

“B-baby, use me please. Please. Make yourself cum.” Hyunjin moaned at the quickened pace.

“I want you to cum too.”

“Trust me, angel. When you cum around me, I’ll instantly come. I swear.” He cried, actual tears forming on his glossy eyes… tears of pleasure and desperation.

You kept your quick pace, grinding your hips superficially harder in order to find the friction you were looking for. You felt him everywhere, anywhere his cock couldn’t fill was already overflowing with his cum. Hyunjin’s moans became louder with each grind. Your heightened sensitivity and Hyunjin’s desperation sent you over the edge. You moaned as you came, clenching your overly reactive cunt around his cock. As promised, Hyunjin came right after you did… his big, warm hands gripping your breasts as he shot his load inside of you. He came a lot less the second time around… but that didn’t mean it wasn’t impactful. You craved to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you again.

Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your waist, dragging your body down to his chest. Chest to chest, forehead to forehead, Hyunjin softly kissed your lips. His eyes were still glossy and dazed from his orgasm. He kissed you again and again and again, snuggling his face against your neck.

“I didn’t mean for it to go this way…” Hyunjin remarked, as he cleaned your cunt with a towel. “I wanted to have a proper first date…”

“It’s okay, Hyune. We’ve been on plenty of dates before…”

“Huh, I guess we have.” He said, scratching his head. “I want to take you on a real date, though… if you want, of course.”

“I’d love to.” Hyunjin kissed you again.

“Can I tell the boys? That I kissed you, not about the other things…” He blushed, laying his head on your bare chest. You chuckled.

“Go ahead.” You watched as Hyunjin’s long fingers typed a message, instantly receiving reply to notifications. Hyunjin grinned proudly. “Good reception?”

“I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” He replied. “Not that I was ever lying about my feelings for you.”

“Remind me to send Minho a gift basket for the kittos. And some pork belly.”

“What? Why?’’

“I’ll tell you later.” You said, kissing his forehead.

Hyunjin groaned and rolled his eyes at you but cuddled closer to your embrace.

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darkmatilda · 2 days ago

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the executioner

a little insight into the creative process, some encouragement, and a way to apologize for not posting anything <33

glasses s 2!spencer reid x podcast host female! reader

“We’ve worked cases where the murders were carried out execution-style before,” Hotch pointed out. “In those situations, the offender believes the victims are somehow guilty morally or socially and that's his duty to deliver justice. The use of electricity as a murder weapon is what sets this one apart. We need to go there and—”

“JJ, JJ, JJ my sweet girl, did you mention the podcast like I asked?” Penelope’s voice suddenly came from the laptop, usually silent or absent when it came to discussing the gruesome details of a case. The woman inhaled sharply, realizing she had interrupted Hotch’s sentence. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Garcia, I’m not sure—” JJ began.

“What podcast?” Spencer asked.

That question seemed to seal something, caused silence to fall over the room, and focused everyone’s attention on the two of them, the ones who knew something the rest didn’t. And something JJ didn’t seem particularly eager to share.

“Wonderful that you ask,” Garcia replied enthusiastically, her tone taking on that same excited note as when she talked about her favorite game. She caught herself slightly, just enough to underline that she was now speaking with seriousness and conviction. “So, my favorite true crime podcast…”

“Wait, wait,” Morgan cut in with a slow, halting motion of his hand. “Sorry to interrupt you, but tell me, babygirl, since when do you listen to true crime podcasts?”

“Oh, you’d have to listen to this one to understand! It’s not that typical i’m a man with a deep voice and I’ll lower it even more while adding door creaking sounds in the background so you’ll pee your pants listening to it at night kind of podcast,” Penelope, of course, demonstrated exactly what she meant.

Spencer glanced at Gideon’s face when she did that. He noticed Elle did the same.

“It’s called Rotten Cherry.This girl is so fun and she adds tons of her own commentary while still being respectful toward the victims and, well, significantly less toward the murderers but that’s not the point, I’m not giving her free promotion right now…actually, no, I am! Because guys, she lives in the town where this is happening, so she’s there, reporting on everything, talking to the locals…”

“Garcia, you’re seriously suggesting we use some amateur podcast as our source of information?” Spencer asked skeptically, absolutely not believing it could be useful to them in any way. No matter how fun that girl was.

“She’s not recording some kind of bullshit, she actually takes this seriously and professionally! And not as a main source of information, just something worth checking out. You know how small communities work. Nobody wants to talk, especially not to outsiders. But she actually managed to talk to one of the victim’s sisters, she’s working hard to gather information about them and, you know, honor them in some way and that really could be helpful. I mean, you always look into the victims’ histories and families anyway, trying to get to the unsub,” Penelope explained in a defensive tone.

A moment of silence fell, during which Spencer’s eyebrows remained doubtfully raised.

Until he felt Hotch’s sharp gaze fixed on him from across the table.

He understood what it meant almost instantly, and was already opening his mouth to protest — but got cut off.

“Reid, you’ll listen to it and let us know if there’s anything useful for the investigation. In the meantime, we’ll meet on the jet in fifteen minutes. That’s all.”

As everyone got up to leave the room, Spencer stayed behind for a brief moment, sighing with his eyes closed. He could go through hundreds of pages of case files four times faster than the rest of the team, and it wasn’t nearly as exhausting for him — but listening? And not even dry facts, but information gathered by someone else, presented in a humorous way on top of that?

Hell no.

With that approach, Spencer set about what he considered a sisyphean task, already on board the jet. Because he couldn’t refuse just because he had a feeling it wouldn’t lead them anywhere. He hoped someone would offer to take on the task instead of him, but after they saw his reluctance, their sadistic tendencies toward him kicked in and no one made him such an offer.

Away from the rest, without enthusiasm, he put the headphones on. Garcia had sent him a link to episodes related to the case they had just started working on; unlike others discussing, for example, killers like Jeffrey Dahmer, these focused on local murders and were short, somewhat like brief news updates. Apparently, the host girl posted many of her thoughts on the matter on a blog closely tied to the podcast, but he decided to check that out later.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, guys,” the podcast began in a clear, pure female voice. Spencer immediately liked her flawless diction but was a bit surprised by how she started the episode with no introduction or greeting.

“But in today’s episode, we’re heading to a picturesque place in northern Vermont where the church is right across from McDonald’s, in case the guilt after your seventh burger this week pushes you all the way to the confessional and the most exciting event of the summer season is a festival with a contest for the best apple pie. Let’s not forget that everyone here knows not only you, your family up to five generations back, and your kindergarten friend, but also knows what you’re going to do even before you think about it yourself. And don’t even get me started on how fast rumors spread. Welcome to Fairview, the town I had the pleasure—or not—to be born in and suffer in, I mean, be raised in for over twenty years. And where a murder happened. Oh, I feel guilty now for all those times I prayed for something interesting to happen here, obviously, I didn’t mean that…”

#matilda's yaps 🪐#spencer reid x reader

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stories-i-guess · 1 day ago

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Exactly!

oh wait shit. That’s my job.

wait. Ha. I have the power to create whatever the fuck I feel like.

“Oh my gosh! Celine’s visiting tomorrow!” Zoey announced as she ran into the room, still dressed in her PJs.

“What?!” Mira shouted in response, “She always gives us a two week warning! Why is she coming on such short notice?!”

Zoey and Mira both looked to Rumi, as she was the most likely to be able to explain her adoptive mother’s behavior. But she wasn’t listening. Once Zoey said “Celine” Rumi seemed to go rigid as she curled into herself.

“Uh… Rumi? Are you okay?” Mira asked, her face filled with concern. She and Zoey didn’t know of any reason for Rumi to react like that to hearing the name of the woman who raised her, even if she wasn’t the most supportive of Rumi being half demon.

“F-fine..! I’m fine..!” Rumi’s response was far too fast and far too uneasy to ever be considered truth. Mira placed a hand gently on Rumi’s shoulder, helping to calm her down just a little more.

“Rumi,” Mira spoke, “what happened between you two?” Rumi tried her hardest not to look away, but she couldn’t hold her friend’s gaze.

Zoey was unaware of any of this happening, as she was busy trying to clean up the entire area in an erratic manner. But she noticed when Rumi spoke.

“I tried to get her to kill me…”

“WHAT?!” Both girls shouted out, immediately worried for Rumi’s safety and mental health. Zoey practically dived over to the couch as Mira covered her mouth in horror.

“When?! Where?! Why?! How?! WHAT?!?!?!” Zoey started talking as if she had no goal of what she wanted to say, she just knew there was something she was missing and she needed to know what it was.

Mira turned to Rumi, eyes wide. “When did you do that, and how badly did it go?”

Rumi opened her mouth to explain everything. “After the Idol Awards, before we defeated the Saja Boys… I went to Celine and… told her to do what she should have done years ago… she wouldn’t and we got into an argument about… how she couldn’t ever really love me. And I think I may have lead her on to think I had joined the demons for a moment there, because my phrasing was obscure at best…” she breathed in deeply, shutting her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see her friends’ reactions. But she heard them. And felt them.

Mira and Zoey couldn’t stop apologizing, and they both pulled Rumi into an embrace so tight she couldn’t breathe. “You guys aren’t mad..?” Rumi questioned, her voice weary.

“MAD?! You think we would be mad that we made you think you were better off DEAD?! Of course not! You’re our family!” Zoey announced, determined to make sure Rumi would never think that way again.

“If anything, we should be mad at ourselves! We’re the ones who… who attacked you the moment you showed us you were a demon…” Mira’s voice broke a bit as she trailed off.

Rumi felt tears prick her eyes, but she tried to wipe them away as best as she could. She didn’t want anyone to worry about her any more than they were already. But, Mira and Zoey immediately noticed.

“DON’T CRY RUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Zoey practically screeched in panic. “WE’RE SO SORRYYYYYYYYYYY!”

Somehow, a single tear managed to turn Zoey into a sobbing mess, as well as Mira, though she was far more quiet about it. Mira thought about her brother, who she thought was her protector back when she was younger. The pain of when he left her came back to her. She never wanted Rumi to feel that she and Zoey would abandon her again. She held onto Rumi even tighter, and Rumi could feel their love for one another stronger than she could’ve ever thought possible.

But that didn’t mean it could fix everything.

The way I need a movie or series of how these three goofs actually met and became a team.

And also need the moment that Zoey and Mira learn what happened with Celine after the Idol performance. Cuz like, holy shit.

#kpop demon hunters #Yes I needed the fucking angst #Also #I based that Mira thing at the end there off of a head canon my little sister has #Because during Mira’s lines in “Golden” we can see her getting in her parents’ faces and making them run off when the frame breaks #But she doesn’t affect her brother in any way #I pointed it out to my sister because I thought that meant she actually liked him #But she said it might mean that he left her before she broke free of her parents #I was like: o0o #Because damn #that’s a good headcanon

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annie-creates · 3 days ago

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Secrets and lies

Pairing: Garrick Tavis x reader

Genre: angst with a very fluffy ending

Words: 2700

Note: Y'all wanted a happy ending and I think it came out adorable. Written for @empyreanevents free day of Garrick week, but kinda using the distance and loyalty prompt in a new way.

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If you were to choose the happiest day of your life, it would probably be the one Garrick asked you to be his girlfriend. It was almost summer, after you spent your whole first year at Basgiath tiptoeing around each other. He was in his second, busy with classes and tasks he couldn’t tell you about. You had your differences other than the grade, he was a section leader and technically your supervisor. You also weren’t from Tyrrendor and so you didn’t have much shared lived experiences. He was a fierce and tempered fighter whereas you rather turned to composure and calmness to settle strifes.

You could say you were two differences inevitably attracting each other like magnets. Your gaze lingered on him almost daily at lunch and he checked you out from afar after each of your matches on the mat. It became sort of a routine clear to anyone but you. Your friends bet on the time it will take you to notice while his joked about his lovestruck faces any time you walked past.

It took you months to act on your feelings, or to even correctly name them. But then, after a long discussion with your reflection in a mirror, you decided maybe it would be best to try act on them. What’s the worst that could happen? He would ridicule you and say no? Life in the rider’s quadrant was too short to not take chances.

So you asked Garrick to spar with you under the pretext that you want him to teach you some new moves and techniques. You offered to help him study for physics tests. And soon you were hanging out in the small library on the Saturday evenings, talking about the least important things. He watched your eyes light up about ladybugs and it was the most ethereal scene to him.

The only one comparable was asking you to be his girlfriend the night you officially survived your first year. You still weren’t completely back from war games, at least not in your headspace. So he took you out, exchanged the loud celebrations filled with alcohol and stupid dares for the quiet evening breeze and lazy rustling of the lake. He looked at you with the glint in his eye, like you’re the most magical thing he has ever seen.

“What?” you asked suddenly self-conscious, pausing in the middle of your rant about weeds. “Do I have a leftover cake somewhere?”

He just shook his head, watching you gently examine your face piece by piece with your hands with an amused smile. You couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than having remnants of food between your teeth or something, but you came up empty handed, which only fueled your confusion.

“Stop laughing at me Tavis,” you warned him with a soft jab into his shoulder he hardly felt.

“I’m not laughing at you,” Garrick defended.

“Sure you aren’t,” you huffed. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t,” he admitted quietly, if you didn’t know him better, you’d say he was getting shy with you. “You are the most magical sight I have ever laid eyes on.”

You were getting tangled in your own puzzlement but it wasn’t important, because Garrick put his warm palms on your face and when you didn’t protest, he kissed you. Timidly at first, then more surely and possessively. From that night on there was no question of who you belonged to. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. You thought there could be no better path for you than going from friends with Garrick to lovers.

If you were to choose the day it all went south, it was probably Halloween of your second year. You spent the summer in a love-filled bliss, almost every minute of your day somehow preoccupied with Garrick. If you weren’t with him at the moment, you were thinking about when you’ll be reconnected and every night you went to bed excited to wake up next to him in the morning.

When school started up again, you didn’t notice the changes at first. Sometimes Garrick had to do his own things, but it made sense, he was still a grade above you and busy with his own training. You didn’t mind that sometimes he didn’t visit you in the evening or join you for lunch. You were still two different people.

The first time you noticed was when he refused to train with you. You were working on a hard maneuver for weeks, Garrick teaching you and cheering you on. He was certain you almost had it, but then suddenly became too busy to help you. You accepted the excuse of needing to train Tyrrish first years, but it still stung. From one or two missed trainings he was suddenly too busy for you any time you asked, so much so that you had to find yourself a new permanent sparring partner.

Then it was your dates in the city. He was always too tired after a mission the leadership sent him to or too preoccupied with studying. You were excited to finally go explore the neighborhood, but Garrick’s absence tainted your experience and suddenly the pubs didn’t seem so vibrant and lively. The nights you spent there with your squad you still caught yourself thinking about how much better it would be if Garrick was here taking you dancing and carrying your shoes on the way home.

“You know, you could go out with me sometimes,” you tried to persuade him but to no avail.

“Sorry love, I just have to do this,” he made it seem like it was just one task but you knew better.

It was always something. Always some report too classified to tell you about it or some homework too advanced for you to help him. And so you hung out in his room while he worked, but even just sitting a few feet away from him you suddenly felt weirdly alone. Like he was there, physically, but wasn’t really invested anymore. After a month, he started asking you to leave, and it became so often you rather didn’t visit unless he came to your own room. Which he did less and less.

And then he started lying. Or maybe it was just the first time you caught him red handed, the night he didn’t show up for dinner. You went to the gym after having to eat alone, even though he promised he definitely wouldn’t miss this one. And there he was, much to your surprise, helping his pink-haired friend with some techniques too fast for you to grasp. They both turned to you like you interrupted them from something personal, as if the gym belonged to them.

“You missed dinner,” you murmured after he tried to reach you and rather paid attention to your own training.

Other times you found him discussing things with Bodhi and Xaden in the dark corners of the rotunda when he told you he’ll be too busy with flight training or out on an outpost run. Garrick could be secretive sometimes, but he never blatantly lied to you, or maybe you just haven’t noticed. The secrets, hushed tones when you came around or quickly hidden books from your sight didn’t really help his case.

“I don’t understand why you won’t talk to me,” you tried to voice your frustrations multiple times but he always just brushed them aside. “Why are you keeping secrets from me? I thought you trusted me.”

“I’m not keeping secrets,” he argued tiredly. “It’s just classified boring stuff.”

But you didn’t fully trust him anymore. Deffinitely not after his group of marked friends has grown with violet Sorrengail. From what you saw from the beginning of the year they hated her, so why were they suddenly all over her? As if you didn’t have too little time with your boyfriend already, now she was on his list of duties too. It made the time you spent together practically non-existent.

“Do you even love me still?” You questioned in spring, your voice little and scared.

“Of course I do! How could I not when you’re the most beautiful thing out there?” Garrick shook his head at you as if you were crazy, but his actions spoke otherwise.

Maybe beauty wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe he got bored with you, the differences you had, the lack of experience you had compared to him. When his last war games came around and he promised everything will be alright after that, you found that you didn’t trust him anymore. How could you believe what he said when he lied to your face so many times this year? About where he’s been, with who and what he did there.

How could you not jump to the worst conclusions when he kept feeding your self-conscious intrusive thoughts? When he was pronounced dead and then shoed up completely fine a week later, it was just enough evidence of his lying. Once again he did not tell you anything about their mission at Athebyne even when you begged and screamed.

When he was sent to Samara and you went to say goodbye, he was already gone. No message, no promises of keeping in touch and staying together, no kisses for good luck, no tips on how to survive your last year. You did get a letter from him a week later, heavily deducted by leadership but a letter none the less, and it gave you a bit of hope. Maybe you weren’t a completely lost cause. You wrote him back, talking about anything and everything happening at Basgiath, but he seemed uninterested.

Then Xaden brought you one or two letter from him when he visited Violet. You were a little envious of her now, that she not only got to leave Basgiath twice a month but got to see her boyfriend every week. But if you had that chance, would Garrick even want to see you? After three months you only got a letter from Garrick once a month, and then they stopped coming completely. You were worried sick, asking Xaden if Garrick is alright. But he said he’s fine, just busy with work.

Apparently Garrick was always too busy for you for the past year and a half. When your birthday came around, there was nothing. No wishes, no gift, not even a letter. As if it wasn’t enough that he almost missed them the year before, now he obviously completely forgot. You stopped sending your letter after that, he wasn’t answering them for the past couple weeks anyway. And the worst thing was how used to it you got. To the missed opportunities, the loneliness, the lies he probably thought you’re too dumb to uncover.

When he turned up at Basgiath with Xaden and threw it into chaos, you reluctantly went to Aretia, but you didn’t even look at him anymore. You knew he didn’t even look for you himself, and it was only pure luck you happened to be around in time to leave. All these changes, all these secrets, it was suddenly too much. Your heart heavied under the realization he had hidden his home and this whole revolution from you since even before you officially started dating.

But even then, he caught you in the swarming of students trying to find dorms and dining halls they could go to. His palm on your elbow felt heavy, suddenly unfamiliar. The change scared you, but you flinched away from his touch on instinct, your body still incredibly sore from your last round of RSC. He let you go after that, a little struck with the wince.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Garrick asked as if he still had any business knowing anything about you.

“You would know if you didn’t stop sending me letters,” is all the comeback you come up with after a minute of silent staring.

You leave before he can argue with you, and to your relief he is called somewhere more important. You found a room to share with your best friend, it was nothing fancy but for the circumstances it was much better than a holding cell for treason. After a bit of chaos you start taking classes at Riorson house, not ideal solution but it will have to do for now.

While you tried to busy yourself in classes and assignments, Garrick found himself too distracted to do any of his work. He knew he wasn’t being completely present, but fuck he didn’t eve realize he didn’t send you a letter in so long. All his thoughts were suddenly swirling with worry about you and how to fix all these fuck-ups he accumulated without even realizing it.

“Hey, can we talk about this?” He cornered you on Friday after classes.

“I don’t know if there even is still anything to talk about Garrick,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Of course there is. We need to talk about us, and…” but you didn’t let him finish.

“What us? The us where you started lying to me? Where you were too busy to even speak to me, even still back at school? Or when you were too busy to even send me a stupid letter? The us where only one of us didn’t know about all of this?” You spread your arms to show the whole of Aretia and shake your head. “I don’t think there even is some us anymore to be honest.”

“Love please, I didn’t want to lie to you about these things, but you must understand I couldn’t tell you about this,” his eyes are pleading.

“But what about all the other things! The lying about hanging out with your friends, how busy you are when you were just training someone else. I would have understood Garrick, but no, you rather lied to me instead,” you sigh. “You even missed my birthday this year, did you even notice that?”

“Fuck, I… it must have slipped my mind,” Garrick combs his fingers through his hair. “But I’ll never forget again, I promise.”

“Don’t. Don’t make me promises you can’t keep. I can’t love someone who’s lying to me,” your eyes water with tears. “You might be here now, but how do I know you won’t forget about me the moment we’re at different outposts? You were distancing from me even when we were together.”

“Please, love, you know I keep promises. No more lies. I’ll tell you everything, anything you want to know. Always,” he grasped your hands in his. “Just don’t let the distance separate us. We can close it again.”

“I don’t know Garrick. You can’t break my heart again, I can’t take it,” you admitted.

“Just give me a chance, I’ll make it all right. Just one, I won’t let you down.” Garrick practically begs and how could you even say no to him?

You must admit he sticks to his word. He spends the whole night explaining everything about rebuilding Aretia into detail even when he looks absolutely exhausted from the day he had. From them on he makes sure he’s always available to have either lunch or dinner with you and never sneaks out of bed before you wake up, even if he has to give you a thousand kisses to make you aware he’s leaving.

And when you all return to Basgiath and everything becomes even more complicated and chaotic, he doesn’t distance himself but continues instead. He brings you little gifts from his travels, keeps you up to date about the whole weapons against venin situation, much to Xaden’s dismay, and takes you on a date, at least a small one, at least once a month. And when Xaden reprimands him for sharing too much information with you, he doesn’t pull away, but laughs about it with you that evening instead.

No matter how hard or complicated life during a war against dark wielders gets, he talks about it with you, even if it takes all night. And if you were to choose the happiest day of your life, it would be the day he asked you to marry him and you said yes.

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corvessa · 2 days ago

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Some Flashing Cameras, A Model Boyfriend, And Forgetting How To Stand

a/n:This one was such a blast to write, I loved putting reader in Theo’s world for once (awkward interviews and all). If you have any requests or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way! I haven’t gotten one before, but I’d be super excited to try

Summary: Your Twitch stream gets derailed when chat finds that red carpet photo — you, awkward in satin, beside your movie star boyfriend, Theo. As chaos unfolds, you and Theo relive the night: the nerves, the interviews, and the quiet pride. He’s a natural. You panic-talked about boom mics. But he wouldn’t have it any other way — and he’s already planning to bring you to every premiere from now on.

You were two hours deep into a peaceful Stardew Valley stream, hands busy harvesting cauliflower, when your Twitch chat suddenly turned into a digital stampede.

Not “oops I forgot to feed my cows” kind of chaos.

No. This was real-world internet event chaos.

- UH HELLO?? - YOU WEREN’T GONNA TELL US? - EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW - i’m sweating. i’m actually sweating

You narrowed your eyes. “What did I do now? I literally just gave Gus a diamond.”

A link dropped into chat. Then several more. All Instagram.

“…Okay,” you muttered, opening one.

It loaded to Variety’s official page: a carousel of photos from The Arcadian Crown’s premiere the night before — Theo’s new film. You already felt your stomach tighten, even before the second image loaded.

Photo one: Theo. Looking like he’d been carved from some ancient Roman fantasy — all clean lines and confidence, dressed in a midnight-blue tux with subtle embroidery along the lapel, his hair swept back like he belonged on a Vogue cover.

Photo two: Theo... and you.

You stood beside him, hand in his, clearly mid-smile. You wore a long satin dress in deep forest green — off-shoulder, flowy, elegant. Theo had picked it with you. It even had pockets. And yet...

Your smile was just a bit too tense. Your posture too rigid. One shoulder slightly raised like you weren’t sure how you’d ended up there and whether or not you were blocking someone’s important shot.

The caption didn’t help:

🌟 “The Arcadian Crown” premiere lit up Hollywood last night — including leading man Theodore Nott and his date 👀

- "his date" they say LMAOO - CHAT ALREADY KNEW. INTERNET COULD NEVER - she looks like she got dropped there by Google Maps - THE DRESS THE DRESS YOU LOOKED SO GOOD - this is your royal ball moment shut up

You dropped your face into your hands. “Oh my god. I look like I wandered onto the carpet trying to find the bathroom.”

From the hallway, Theo’s amused voice called, “I told you that photo was gonna surface.”

You groaned. “Why didn’t you warn me I was gonna be tagged in a Variety post?!”

Theo strolled in, hair damp from the shower, holding a cup of coffee like this was just another Tuesday. “You looked stunning.”

“I looked terrified. I was standing like I was in a group photo for a job I didn’t apply for.”

“And yet,” he said, sipping calmly, “still the most beautiful person there.”

- shut up SHUT UP - he’s so disgustingly in love it’s unbearable - no because he’s right and he should say it

You flipped to the third photo in the post and cringed harder. The interview moment.

You and Theo were mid-red carpet interview — you visibly tense, hands knotted in front of you, while Theo looked completely at ease, answering questions with practiced charm. You remembered that moment far too well.

“He asked me what it was like dating a movie star,” you muttered.

“And you said,” Theo prompted, already smiling.

You covered your face again. “I said, and I quote: ‘It’s weird, but in a hot way.’”

Chat erupted.

- NOOOOOOOOO - i was THERE for that interview and i still gasped - iconic. cringe. legendary.

“Also,” you groaned, “when he asked if I was in entertainment too, I panicked and said, ‘Kind of. I yell at video games on the internet.’”

Theo was fully laughing now. “And then you told him, ‘I mostly fix code and scream into a webcam.’”

“I WAS NERVOUS.”

“You were perfect.”

You gave him a suspicious look. “I was twitching.”

“You were real. The internet gets a thousand polished photos every day. You were the only person on that carpet who didn’t try to pretend.”

- I’M NOT OKAY - theo pls some of us are emotionally fragile - the bar is on the floor and he’s still ten feet above it

You shook your head, overwhelmed but grinning now. “I just didn’t want to ruin your big night.”

Theo leaned down, resting his hands on the back of your chair. “You made it better. I’ve done these premieres a dozen times. But having you there? Watching you try so hard to be cool when you were clearly plotting your escape route?” He smiled. “That was the first one I actually wanted to remember.”

Silence for a beat.

You turned to look up at him. “I really am proud of you, you know.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. I watched you on that screen last night, and I was just—blown away. You’re so good, Theo. Like, annoyingly good. You deserve every camera flash and question and headline. I just—I didn’t want to distract from that.”

“You didn’t,” he said simply. “You were the part I wanted to show off.”

-okay well I’m dead now thanks - “you were the part I wanted to show off” i’m SOBBING - this is relationship endgame. this is cinematic.

You exhaled, heart full, cheeks warm. “I guess we survived it.”

“You say that like you’re not coming to the next one.”

You blinked. “What?”

Theo grinned. “You’re coming to every premiere from now on. I don’t care how many awkward photos get posted. I don’t care if you answer another question by saying, ‘I’m mostly just here for the hors d’oeuvres.’ You’re coming.”

You opened your mouth to protest, then paused. “...I did take like three mini quiches.”

“You took four,” he corrected. “I counted.”

- i love them i love them i love them - “you took four” i can’t DO THIS - i’m gonna write vows for them myself at this point

You turned back to the stream with a helpless shrug. “Anyway, I guess I’m now a recurring red carpet guest.”

Theo pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “And you’re keeping the green dress. You looked like a goddess in it.”

“Yeah, a goddess who didn’t know where to look when someone aimed a camera at her.”

He laughed. “Even better. You were the only one not pretending.”

Later that night, curled up on the couch, you scrolled through memes of your awkward red carpet face next to Theo’s model-smolder. One showed you mid-blink beside his perfect smirk, captioned:

📸 “POV: Your boyfriend’s a movie star and you just remembered how to stand.”

You snorted. “I look like I photobombed your premiere.”

Theo glanced over. “You looked perfect.”

You raised a brow.

He smirked. “Okay, real. But still perfect.”

Then, casual as anything: “By the way, we’re doing an interview together tomorrow.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“They asked. I said yes. It’s short — just a joint segment. Nothing dramatic.”

“I complimented a boom mic yesterday.”

“You also looked at me like I’d hung the stars,” he said. “People noticed.”

You buried your face in his hoodie. “I’m going to combust.”

“Too bad,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “You’re stuck with me. And yes, you’re coming to every premiere from now on.”

You groaned.

He just grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand through all of it.”

And yeah — you probably would combust. But with him next to you, it didn’t feel so scary.

#fiction #x reader #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theo nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n

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finnjareau-prentiss · 3 days ago

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Secret Relations (For Now)

This is my first time ever writing fanfiction so it's probably not very good but I am hoping to get better and build from this. If you have any feedback please feel free to share and if you have and prompts you want to see then please let me know, I write jj x reader, emily x reader, and jemily x reader

Emily Prentiss x Reader fic:

summary: Emily and Reader are secretly dating until that secret comes out, basically just a bunch fluff and 2 idiots in love <3

Minimal use of y/n, no pronoun are used for the reader, 1407 words

Warning: mentions of alcohol, and drinking, and being drunk

Today was a paperwork day for the BAU, which ultimately meant slow. Although you would never call it that out loud, no, saying the word “slow” outloud in the Bullpen is like saying the word quiet in a fire station.

You were working on another consult when Emily waltzed by your desk as she walked to her own, but not before dropping off a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. You gave her a quiet “thank you” so as not to draw too much attention to her small but loving gesture and as you took a sip you glanced over the rim at Emily whose desk sat right across from yours, giving her a look with a touch too much love in your eyes for the workplace. Especially since you had somehow found yourself in a secret relationship with the stunning woman.

~~~~~

6 months ago you and Emily had stopped dancing around the question and she finally asked you out. 5 months ago you and Emily had made your relationship official. To avoid the obvious teasing and to allow yourselves to truly figure out what was between you two, you both made the decision to keep what you were to each other a secret.

Now here you were madly in love with the woman across from you and surprised with just how oblivious the famous team of profilers were to the fact that 2 of the team members could not help but find each other in every room.

~~~~~

Finally as the clock hit 5 pm you wrapped up your files and started gathering your things while making small talk with JJ who was doing the same. And of course just as you pick up your bag Derek Morgan walks in with a huge grin and Penelope Garcia on his tail. “That look means trouble”, Emily says to you and JJ as she sighs knowing that it means everyone was about to be roped into drinks. Your only response to Emily’s remark was “it always does”.

An hour later you were walking into the bar with your girlfriend waiting outside for a couple minutes to make it look like you didn’t arrive together. “Omg Yay! You’re here!!” Penelope exclaimed the second she laid eyes on you, and while giving you a very strong hug which you returned, “How much have you had to drink already?” you responded trying to figure out if this was just Super Excited Penelope or Drunk Penelope.

She quickly pulled you over to the table where Hotch and Rossi were in conversation, JJ was trying to absorb some of the words Reid was spewing about robots, and Morgan was at the bar already trying to get some girl's number. Just as you finished saying hi to everyone you saw Emily walk in ‘This girl will be the death of me’ you thought because even though you had seen her just minutes ago, she still took your breath away (and caused some feelings down there but she doesn’t need to know about that yet).

Once Emily had sufficiently greeted everyone you had returned from the bar with a beer for yourself and a whiskey for her, when you handed it to her she quietly said with a smirk “You’re looking a bit flushed there love, everything okay?” “mmm well if I am then it's all your fault” “My fault? How do you say that?” she says still with that goddamn smirk and nudging your hip with hers. You rolled your eyes but before you could respond Derek came over “Prentiss! What do you say about being my wing woman with the ladies out there? Maybe we could even get you a date?” “I think I’ll do ‘the ladies’ a favor and not” she says with a chuckle, but Morgan stubborn as ever “Come on, We’ll find you a date and I’ll even buy you a drink!” “Alright how about this I wing woman you for an hour, you buy me 2 drinks, and no trying to set me up?” “But you need to get out there and date people, I'm sure I could find you the perfect woman tonight! Hey Y/n you think prentiss should try getting someone's number tonight, right?!” you being incredibly amused went along with him before Emily finally said “Hey wing woman or not, take it or leave it” “Fine fine, Come on”

In the hour Emily had promised him you decided to play pool with JJ as Reid and Garcia kept you both company, which was mainly just the three of you asking Reid whatever random questions came to mind. Eventually Garcia had convinced you and JJ to do shots with her, and she tried to get Spencer to join you all but he was more happy to read his book than to participate. Which is how when Emily found you again you were extremely drunk, rambling about how much you loved her and how hot she was to Garcia and JJ who were equally wasted and Reid who just looked confused.

“And have you seen her arms!! I really am lucky to have her!” you say with a dopey grin on your face while leaning on your 2 friends who giggle at your clearly love struck face. That's all of the conversation that Emily is able to hear before you notice her and exclaim “Emmy!! We were just talking about you!” “Oh yeah? What about me, love?” she lets the pet name slip only because she is well aware of how much you love them in your drunken state. “Your girlfriend was just telling us how hot and amazing you are” JJ answers for you with a very obvious teasing tone, and at that Emily was sure the whole team would know by tomorrow.

You had no care to the fact and simply needed to be as close to your girlfriend as possible when the thought occurred to you, “how do people *hiccup* cheat on their partners when *hiccup* they’re drunk? All I can do *hiccup* is talk about you” Emily just looked at you whilst holding you up because not only are your inhibitions shot but so is your balance, and all she could say was “You know I am so unbelievably in love with you right?”. At that you were more than happy to let the topic go and melt into your love's arms. “I’m gonna call us a cab so we can get you home, alright baby?” “Home to your apartment?” you quietly questioned even though neither of you have spent the night without the other in almost a month “Yeah love, we're going home to mine”, at that one Garcia can't help but say “Aww” which is apparently enough to remind you both that they are still right there.

Not long after you both get in the cab and end snuggled together in bed, exhausted and in love.

~~~~~ The Next Day

The next day you wake up on Emily’s chest with a massive headache, and Emily grumbling above you about the alarm. You both moved slowly in a practiced ease to get ready for work. Miraculously, you were dressed before Emily and handed her a cup of coffee along with a sweet lasting kiss, you pulled away with a smile that reminds Emily of last night, “I may have forgotten to mention something” she says sort of sheepishly. “What did you forget?” you said confused, “So here's the thing..” “Emily.” “Our secret might not be so much of a secret anymore” she says with a slight grin before explaining everything from last night in the car ride to work, you spend the rest of the ride with your face in your hands.

When you do finally park in the building and get out of the car you stop just before the doors to the elevator, “it's not like we weren't planning on telling them ever, they were bound to figure it out eventually” she says to you, “it's not that I don't want them to know because that's not it. At all. I’m just kinda embarrassed about how it happened” you reply.

After that Emily grabs your hand in hers and walks the two of you into the elevator with confidence before saying with a big smile “Well I’m just happy I can finally show off my amazing girlfriend now”. And into the bullpen the two of you walked, hand in hand, together.

#emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #bau team #wlw fanfic #wlw #emily prentiss #idiots in love #fluff #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #arron hotchner #david rossi #first fanfic

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hymen-restoration-project · 46 minutes ago

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Things I processed/learned as a result of my writing this blog:

Being homeschooled SUCKED!!! Objectively! Any other CC kids want to talk shit about it? I fucking could. Especially the stupid fucking right wing libertarian Christian bullshit. I hated every second.

I'm a lesbian??? Aaaaaaaa. Girls

I don't owe anyone fucking anything! I create what I want. Some people have criticized my writing or asked me to take the story a different way, and learning to say no was awesome.

I am lesbian catnip. The amount of girls who got pictures with me at Dashcon... If you got any with me, tag me in the post, I'd love to have them too.

Sometimes you just need space to work things out. Sometimes it involves completely restructuring your life and taking some risks.

The Midwest is a zone of hell and no one should go there. I hate everything there is to hate about shitty white Midwesterners. That being said I am saying this because moving there immediately after college traumatized the fuck out of me so my opinion is biased as shit. Still working through that one.

By the way, true story from that time: I was dating this girl when I was living in Minnesota. She had a habit of stealing my boxers (back when I still wore them, I was much further behind in transition then) and saying "it wouldn't be the same!" when I told her to get her own. She had a pet bunny named Valley (RIP, I loved you so much) who needed supplies from the local pet store. I lived a few blocks away so I usually just slept at her place. She was at work and I had to get the bunny supplies, so I got dressed and headed out. I began to notice a weird smell and thought "hmm, that's a little fecal" but otherwise didn't think much of it. I bought my shit and got back in the car. The smell was worse. I was beginning to grow suspicious. I got back to her place, dropped off the bunny stuff, and checked my pants. Thick. Dry. Brown. Line. In my fucking underwear. Good people of the jury, I swear on my life that I did not leave that there. I was mortified. I had just experienced what it's like to be the straight man in a sitcom. I questioned her on this and she said she was too embarrassed to deal with it so she just left them on the floor. And I wore them to the fucking pet store. And yet, I was so desperate, I was with her another two months. Worst person I've ever dated. Bethany is loosely based on her in some ways (mostly her nightmarish family situation).

I like men a lot less than I thought i did. Perhaps Bethany's misandry had a grain of truth to it. Either way I've seen them do some dumb shit lately

I have a niche affinity for making friends with Internet microcelebrities. If you can believe it strange is the fourth one. What the fuck is my life.

Bethany's obsession with the word "fecal" has thoroughly infected my marriage. My wife and I both cannot fucking stop saying the word "fecal". Everything that bothers us is fecal now. By the way, this all started because of an advertising jingle I wrote about a "peanut butter dookie sandwich". The specific line was:

🎵 Take a dump

And mash it up

Fecal Reese's peanut butter cup 🎵

Speaking of my wife, I met my her through the Muppet Joker of all people. Turns out we were a good enough fit to be looking for a house together now. Crazy how that works. I flew up two weeks into dating her and we went on the best vacation I've ever been on. Completely spur of the moment. She was my Harrow at Dashcon! I love her so much :3

#the feminarchy #the midwest #bethany rage #hymen restoration project

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gothcowgrrl · 5 hours ago

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Hi, I came across a little post where you talked about a girl who taught you about the law of assumption without telling you it was the law of assumption. I just discovered your blog, so I don't know if you've told anyone about it, but I'd love to hear more about what you did, how you applied it after being taught it, up until the moment you shifted for the first time. That is, if it's not too much trouble. If you have and there is a post, could you please share the link?

yeah of course!

i cant remember what she named it, but it relied heavily on tricking your mind into believing you are already in your dr, even if your surroundings don’t align.

i was using this ‘method’ trying to shift to my hogwarts dr, so to make it easier for my mind to ‘believe’ it, i told myself that i’m at home for the summer before going back to hogwarts, so, in my head, that explained why my surroundings are similar to my cr.

if you struggle with causing your internal thoughts to align with your assumptions, i think this is a good way to sort of manipulate the mind. however, ever since i’ve first shifted, i’ve leaned away from doing this because i don’t have doubts anymore.

it’s all about doing things to fit your needs, because everyone is different.

for example, i’d be at the shops or in my bed or even out with friends but fully assume that i was already in my dr. i’d have thoughts like: “i miss ___” or “i should write a letter to ___”, reaffirming that i was in my dr and i was going back to hogwarts at the end of the summer.

at night i didn’t fantasise about it as if it was out of reach, i just thought about my friends and hogwarts as if i already had it.

she didn’t say you had to do this, but i put a sort of time limit on it which reaffirmed when i was going back to hogwarts. in my mind, it was a fact to me that i’d be going to hogwarts on the date that my cr school term started. so, instead of thinking “i’m going back to school in ___ days” i thought “i’m going back to hogwarts in ___ days”. literally just swapping the two.

again, this was fact to me.

so, i’m unsure exactly when i shifted. it could’ve been as soon as i started the ‘method’, or even a week in, but i realised i had already shifted when my mum casually dropped into conversation when i’d be going back to hogwarts.

then, of course, by the time it rolled around, i made the journey down to king’s cross and was on the hogwarts express in no time :)

i hope this makes sense. please comment or ask if you have any questions <3

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ahedderick · 8 hours ago

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Fair Queen

I may have told this story sometime in the past - but I can't recall. It's time to be thinking about the county Ag fair, so I'm remembering . . the Fair Queen.

I was sixteen. In high school. Very busy on my parents' farm; milking the cow and or two dairy goats, taking care of my horse, and generally speaking doing any work my mother was unable to do due to medical issues. Early in the summer I got a letter in the mail urging me to consider entering the competition for County Fair Queen.

I scoffed and tossed it aside. Then. You know. Got just a little curious. I called the organizers and asked about eligibility. I was not a member of the 4-H club nor the FFA (Future Farmers of America). I was just - actively involved in farmwork every single day. Could I? Enter?

"Yes!" they said, "You don't have to be a member of 4-H.

Details followed. There was to be an interview with each contestant to evaluate her farm knowledge, followed by a showy event in the grandstand early in the week of the fair. I. LOVED the fair. I'm. I'm going to DO this!

I attended my interview, and talked about Home Farm and my responsibilities therein. It went quite well. I asked for details for the 'pageant-y' part. "Wear a nice dress," I was told. I told them I had nothing even approaching a 'prom-type' formal dress. Not necessary! Just a nice dress will do.

The most recent thing I had sewed was a halter dress made of robins-egg-blue crinkle cotton. I loved it. Definitely more of a party dress; not something I could have worn to school or church. So - that would be my dress! I was psyched. Ready to do this!

The evening of, I found myself in a waiting area under the grandstand (which was freakin' FULL). Then, I saw them. Them. The other two contestants. There were only two! And they were both from the Important family. The family that, I came to find out, 'wins' nearly every contest at the fair. They were stunning in elaborate gowns.

I looked down at my blue dress, and my palms started to sweat. My escort for the evening was a fellow student I knew pretty well, and liked but did not always 100% get along with. I clung to his arm as he walked me out onto the stage like a drowning person.

I felt a bit frozen as I sat at the side of the stage with Glamour Girl 1 and Glamor Girl 2. The announcer was a jovial, big-voiced middle-aged Guy in an astonishingly ugly plaid suit. He called me up first to interview. He (sincerely) complimented me on my dress and noted that I had made it myself. "It's lovely!"

My dears, I had nothing left to lose. And I had already calibrated myself to his level of humor.

"Thanks!" I told him modestly. Clutching the microphone with white knuckles. Then I looked him and his suit up and down and said, "I wish I could say the same!"

The audience hooted and chuckled, and the guys looked at me with a little grin. It was on. He was going to match that energy, yes he was!

I proceeded to have the best public speaking experience of my LIFE. Made me seriously consider taking up standup comedy. The audience was ROLLING. To be fair, anyone who has ever milked cows has at least one humiliating hilarious cow story. When I sat back down at the end, I felt faint and woozy, but triumphant.

The other girls were called up in their turn, and nervously answered his questions. Um. I take care of the chickens. Sometimes. After cheer practice. Um.

Then it was time to crown the new Fair Queen. I was called up as second runner-up. Which, you will note, in this context means LAST PLACE. Glamor Girl 2 was first runner-up, and GG1 was crowned the Queen.

The next time I saw my schoolmate/escort, he told me that, in his opinion, I had only been invited because the event organizers needed someone for the Important Girls to beat. Which, yeah. That tracked.

But they'll never be able to take away what Suit Guy and I had together for 3 minutes in 1985.

#county fair #fair queen #pageant #agricultural #farming #teenager

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 days ago

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hey Jack,

this is a kinda personal-ish question and feel free not to answer, but my dysmorphia has flared up and I don’t really know what to do. I’ve been dissatisfied with my body for a long time and haven’t really had the time to do anything about it and with a combination of stress, the new trends and “clean girl aesthetic” and today, when I bought some clothes in my regular sizes but neither fitted, I just feel like shit to be honest. I’m not asking you to fix it but do you have any advice?? It’s fine if you feel out of your depth or uncomfortable, I wont be offended, but you’re the only person I’ve seen seriously talking about dysmorphia so I felt you were the person I could tell? I dunno. Thanks in advance.

Hey, bud. I'm sorry to see you're feeling uncomfortable. First off, you won't get any crunchy body positivity from me cause I know it don't bloody help. So, let's look at some solutions:

Right now, you need to get out your head. Go for a walk, get some fresh air. You need to move. Then talk to someone, play a video game, go shout at a bigot on Twitter, whatever.

Then, go sit in an average coffee shop and people watch. Look at the variety, the different shapes and sizes. Social media gives a distorted view of "average" because it needs you buying to alleviate your anxiety about not being good enough. Reality doesn't have an algorithm.

Next, look at what you can pick up for exercise that will let you celebrate what your body can do, not what it is. The things that helped me most when it was bad: scaling the Salkantay Trail in Peru, lifting a personal best, making some storming progress on my sub-6 minute mile, or battering someone in the ring. My body is a machine. It is powerful. I need to celebrate that even when I'm feeling it looks bad on the outside. And I'll repeat that over and over.

Once you've got a clearer head, you can start to action plan for how you're going to make the change so you don't keep feeling like this. I don't do BMI because it's dogshit (when I was an athlete I was "obese" because I was muscular). I do body fat %. Men should aim for 10-20% and women for 18-28%. Lower for women has a negative impact on menstrual cycle and general health, and men become miserable fucks. For both, it's unlikely your diet provides all the nutrients you need. Lower is also not manageable.

If you're in those ranges safely, you can afford to shred a bit until you're comfortable. Small calorie deficit of 200-300 calories from your maintenance calories (I can help you calculate this if you need; never lower than 1200), and move your body more (30-40 minutes a day; lift three times a week, some cardio every day, even if it's walking).

If your body fat is lower than this, I need you to speak to a therapist. You need to focus on cycling through Bullet Point 1-3, and maintaining a healthy diet. You shouldn't be shredding. But...

Getting more muscle definition can help you feel better in your body because it doesn't "jiggle". My arms look "fat", but when I flex, they're solid; no bat wings or hanging bits that make me feel dysmorphic. Same with (most) of my thighs. So, 0.7lb-1g protein per 1lb of body weight, slight calories surplus (100-200 calories) every day. Lift with good form, 6-8 reps with the last two blowing out your arse. You'll get there.

Dysmorphia is fucking shit. People will tell you "it's all in your head and you look fine" and you'll feel gaslit as well. My best advice is to let yourself feel it, your feelings aren't a lie, but then brush yourself off and take that bitch by the scruff.

You are worth so much more than living in misery, so batter the shit out of it, Non. Don't let it win.

#rawr personal #rawr lifts #break the shackles of crunchy body positivity and take control #you got this bud you are worth it #one baby step at a time #weight cw #dysmorphia cw

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mr-mischievous · 18 hours ago

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Hii, if I may, could you please explain a bit the Lovesick Eclipse Au, the one with Yandere Moon? I hope it's not bothering you, and if it is, then I'm sorry for asking!

Ohhh, haha! I had just seen you, actually... my friend had just shown me the question ask from said old friends wall. Thank you for coming to me, im glad someone found interest in our stuff!! I dont mind.. I actually still have my/our au in the making despite parting. Its no bother at all,, and let me start this by saying considering what said post talked about, I dont hold anything against unknown, I looked up to them greatly, and still do as an artist and as a writer. I still follow them, funny enough— we ended on a rough patch, but I respect that what happened, happened. I dont hate them, and I hope they are doing well.

This is Lovesick Eclipse. I have alot based on him, and hes still running as of now. There was alot to start with in regards to the au and how it sprouted.

♡!—Eclipse is someone who originates in a dimension where Francis (in regards to Eclipse FALLS in LOVE!— The video) had played with Eclipse's mind and emotions, but instead of being able to reverse what Francis did to his code, it embedded itself into his systems, and is now considered to be a permanent curse on Eclipse's being.

Eclipse met yandere Moon in the midst of his dimensional hopping,, by coincidence. He got stuck in a dimension and settled there for a very temporary amount of time, mainly because he had met a couple people. Mainly was caught in what seemed to be a kind of.. Nexus.. council? It was more of a relaxation area.. people hung out there, thats how he met a good portion of people that he now considers to be his friends. Yandere Moon was NOT someone on his expecting to meet list. They conversed, I lack the memory to recall what it was about.. but they got close rather instantly, due to puzzle piece-like complications. Yandere, and a man hungry to be seen. Fits almost perfectly.

However, this caused a bit of complications in their relationship after they had parted. They are close.. but never really made said relationship official. Which was. Interesting. Anyway...

Due to a sense of discomfort in the environment because of the two of them, they distanced for a long while; Eclipse being gone for longer than intended because when he got back home he was crowded with things to do since he had been gone. He tried to contact Moon,, failed. Alot. Him being gone (at least from what I assume) caused Yandere Moon to spiral into thinking that Lovesick hated him. Which was sincerely not the case... Moon didn't answer any of his calls.

However, miscommunication got the best of them when Eclipse finally came back. He was met with friends who he had become well acquainted with. Eclipse had gotten close with said friends, and a certain form of affection (a hug. 💀) set Moon off onto a possessive kind of tangent. Eclipses friends tried to calm him down, but Moon and him started arguing which scared Eclipse off. Yikes. Which. Pissed Moon off, but also upset him because him yelling formed the idea that Eclipse was afraid of him (Which at that moment, yes. Yes he was).

This caused uh- a very large and rather gorey event to occur, inflicted related. Stuff I will not get into,, but shortly after that, along with multiple complications,, Moon and Eclipse stopped seeing eachother. (Mainly for Eclipse's safety. Health wise, considering it hadnt even been a week and things went downhill so quick).

Heres something I want to add, now based on Eclipses character. Eclipse; since his curse, can no longer carry memories for long periods. His memory is but mere fog, and he tends to forget things after certain amounts of time. Said incident however traumatized his systems so bad that his body physically blocked said memory, and his mind was reset and cleansed from burdens so that he would be able to continue functioning.

However,, he keeps a necklace which once resembled the relationship he had with his passed Moon. He doesnt know why he still has it or where he got it, but he never takes it off and its kind of just part of his character now.

Now. Anyway. Present time to where he finally resurfaces... With now no remembrance of Moon,, he is met with his friends who welcome him back warmly. (Said peiple are inserts from other ppl who got in on this au,, but hey ykw i love them, and they keep him company to hooray. (They also take care of him nice, and Ecliose takes care of them as their friends).

Hes happy.

Now that hes back, hes met with somebody new,, who he hasn't met before. Apparently another Moon. Said Moon was made by @mxxnlitnights , whom if youd like, you may ask about. But they have been starting to talk recently, and Eclipse has been having a strange sense of deja vu since meeting this man— he has yet to know why.

Thank you for seeing me!

#sun and moon show #sams #tsams #lovesick yandere #lovesick au #sams eclipse #tsams eclipse #tsams au #sams au #tsams moon #sams moon

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somewhat-insane · 2 years ago

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Wukong losing Macaque was a very necessary part in furthering their relationship.

Explanation under the cut. (S4 Spoilers)

I've been in friendships before like what Wukong and Macaque had. Macaque, the person I was most like in these friendships, was absolutely DEVOTED to Wukong. I mean, look at the way he looks at him.

And he was aware of how devoted he was. He knew the effect Wukong had on him. That's where this anger comes from when the others are questioning Wukong's loyalties.

He was willing to give Wukong EVERYTHING. He was willing to follow him into a battle for a cause I don't really think he believed in. And I don't believe Wukong really even noticed.

Wukong seems to be a very emotionally driven person, he acts quick on his anger

Is shown to be sentimental

AND seems to have a habit of cracking jokes to lighten the mood when he or someone he cares about is feeling stressed.

It's apparent that he feels and cares very deeply about and for those near him, but I don't think that even registers in his mind. He's just grown... comfortable. He doesn't need to think about it because in his mind, this is how it will always be. It was enough for him. I don't even know if he planned to overthrow the Jade emperor as some grand act of justice, I think he just wanted to hang with his buds. He even refers to it as "cheeky mischief" with Macaque.

Macaque, appears to be more logical of the two. And he tries to get Wukong to see what he's missing but...

Wukong isn't exactly known for his listening skills.

That is, until he's forced to listen. Until he's forced to think before he acts.

It's a classic story of "you never know what you have until it's gone."

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deiaiko · 1 year ago

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#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arm ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday.

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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#Whee we get to know some of their past. Specifically their turning point #I hope it flows nicely because i have rewritten this like 3 times now 😭😭😭 dialogues are just not my specialty #like how to make them reveal such information without making them come out of the blue #writing style aside. let's talk about why Agni behaves this way #I will save the details on the what and how for the prologue. but basically Agni had been through hell that he couldn't escape alone #Rak Hatz and Isu saved him (or attempted to). and Agni owed them for saving his life. thus the strong attachment that Khun doesn't have #also let me mention that Agni had trouble differentiating between hallucination and reality after the incident. So he was kind of in denial #maybe Agni had come to a conclusion that they might be dead months after that. but he was too afraid to admit it to Grace #because he thought it was partly his fault for being incompetent. and Grace would hate him for letting their friends die #not wanting to risk being left by Grace. he just put himself (and inevitably Grace too) in the illusion of truth #that there's still a chance their friends are still alive because they have no proof of their deaths #so when Agni was offered to go back to the past. he agreed to it. Already expecting that Rak Hatz Isu aren't the same ones that he looks fo #but it was as good as he could get to redeem himself. Plus they get to meet everyone else who they couldn't save #Anyway. I'm taking hiatus until April. In return I will answer if you have any questions whether it is written in the tags or sent via ask #see ya folks <3 we'll get more brothers and team bonding when I return #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #shibisu #ship leesoo #rak wraithraiser #hatz

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