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M-Mello did you just say you are taking, bio, calculus, and chem all in one semester?? đ§
yeah and i got two jobs. ISNT THAT CRAZY>?????????????
so. idk if im going to have any freedom anymore <3
#đ - love letters#secret admirer#idk if im able to do it tbh#literally only day one and my head is already spinning cause there is already so much to do#6 am shift tomorrow <3333333333333333
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golden retriver... bttm male reader
!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.
if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.
he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.
he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!
" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.
" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.
you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "
you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.
" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.
he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "
after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.
only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.
" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.
your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "
he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "
and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.
were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?
you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.
not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!
and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.
he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.
you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.
but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.
" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.
he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.
" you better not regret saying that. "
" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.
" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.
when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.
just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.
he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.
and oh, this exceeds his expectations.
" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.
" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.
you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "
your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "
he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "
with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.
he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.
he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.
" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "
#tyunniez đˇ#tyunniez asks đ#x male reader#bottom male reader#bttm male reader#male reader#uke male reader#male x male smut#amab reader#is my writing still comprehensible
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mwah what up dawg can i requests dazai with a s/o whos very immature like laughs at the wrong time, whos laughs at inapporiate jokes and pranks kunikida. :33
YAHOOO hello hi hey anon!! TY for the request ehhehe MUA also dazai is so silly i wanna put him in a microwave *having a near death stroke*
⌠Dazai with an immature S/O âŚ
⍠Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun
⧠warnings : gn readerăť bad writingăťslight hint at suggestive jokesăťdazai being dazai (what else is new)ăťcrack?ăťfluff??? (what the fuck is this helpâŚ)
⧠summary : some headcanons (my brain is fried) + you and zaza Dazai are a tad bit silly together at the agency instead of workin
w/c : 1K-ish
Youuuu two are pretty much the cause of Kunikida's daily headachesâŚ
âŚthough it's not just Kunikida losing his mind at this point, with both you and Dazai matching each other's energy, the whole agency is praying for peace every day.
Dazai feels prideful when he gets to get a little laugh out of you, it's easy for you to laugh at things and he finds it adorable
Your laughs and giggles feed his ego TRUST
His favorite moments are when you both seem to read each other's mind, later going back and forth between your ideas of how to annoy Kunikida
Both end up getting scolded and lectured by him, and in a worst-case scenario, he forces the two of you to sit as far apart from each other as possible while dumping piles of paper on your desks.
Your laughs also make him burst out laughing as well no matter how unfunny or serious the situation can be
With his way of wording things and your humor combined, itâs impossible for you to not snicker when he says the most normal things
âDazai can you over real quickââ âIâm coming!â ââŚâŚ.thatâs what she said LMFAOOOOâ
A hundred percent made you laugh so much once that your stomach AND jaw were hurting
Dazai is silly, so itâs only fair he gets an ALSO silly s/o
âŚToday was unexpectedly boring. No special cases, no special encounters with the infamous port mafia⌠no special anything. Just paperwork. The only way to entertain yourselfâand slack off from dealing with the paperwork and reporting on earlier casesâwas to cause a little bit of chaos. The awkward silence throughout the agencyâs office was killing you anywaysâŚ
You took a quick glance at Dazai who was sitting across the room and laying his chin on his desk, half asleep and bored out of his mind. He was quick to notice you looking at him and returned your gaze with his shit eating grin. The one that meant ânothing but troubleâ˘â.
Your lips parted slightly to mouth the words âIâm boredâ to him, but Dazai was already spinning around in his office chair and wheeling his way closer to Kunikidaâs desk.
âHeeeeey Kunikida~ So, you see, me and y/n are a teensy bit bored and I was wo-â
âGet the hell back to work, Dazai.â
The blond grumbled in frustration, not even raising his head from the monitor screen in front of him. His hands typed into the computer with speed, making a continuous clicking sound. Kunikida then paused, fixed his glasses and turned his head to you.
ââŚYou too, y/n.â
He added, speaking in a much less annoyed tone than when he talked to Dazai. He immediately went back to working. The brunette sighed, getting back to his desk with a pout. Though, you knew that he was way too bored to have mercy on Kunikida todayâor literally any other day.
Yanking one of the forms put aside on his desk in a swift motion, Dazai carefully turned it into a paper plane. He continued doing so until nearly half the pile of papers was gone and paper plane-ified. You raised your head from your own work and watched in amusement.
âOh? You knew origami and didnât tell me? Wow, âsamu, canât believe youâve been keeping such great talent a secret from me!â You giggled, clutching your chest to add onto your dramatic act while spinning your office chairsâ way closer to Dazai. He grinned, busy adding the finishing touches to his 30th paper plane, âOh I can do much more than some silly origami stuff, trust me on that.â
A chuckle escaped from your lips, loud enough for Dazaiâs ears to catch it and smile with pride. He was so focused that he had even piqued Atsushi and Kyoukaâs interestâalong with Ranpo stealing glances from time to time.
You had long begun to help him with whatever he was scheming, making a few paper planes of your own and dropping the 45th? 54th? Whatever number paper plane onto his desk. While both of you were busy with your paper plane making, Kunikidaâs laptop slammed shut; though neither you nor Dazai heard it or the sound of him stomping his way to the two of you. Dazai snickered while you counted the paper planes heâd made, going back and forth with the numbers as you kept losing count.
âGoddammit Dazai, stop distracting me! Unless you want to count all this yourselfâŚâ You grumbled and playfully smacked him in the head with the plane you were holding. He chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Kunikida cleared his throat.
It made you both sink into your seats, slowly turning to face himâarms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot.
âDazai. Y/n. May I ask what youâre doing? Itâs not work as far as Iâm concerned.â
Kunikidaâs tone was surprisingly calm⌠the calm before the storm, you thought. Dazai, completely nonchalant about Kunikidaâs presence, held one of the paper planes up and above his own head and grinned.
âEntertaining ourselves since boredom is ought to kill us~ Why do you ask?â
Out of curiosity, you decided to unfold one of the planes to take a look at itâs contents. Your vision blurred for a second once you realized what all that paperwork that you had turned into planes actually was⌠While Dazai was busy showing off the paper plane he had in hand to Kunikida, you desperately tugged on his sleeve, tapped his shoulder, shook his hand, anything to get him to stop talking.
âDazai⌠have you even taken a look at what those papers were about?â Kunikida cut Dazai off, brows furrowed.
âHmm? Oh, no not really! Whatâre they foââ
âTheyâre all bossâ notes and reportsâŚâ
You whispered to him in a shaky voice, eyes still glued to Fukuzawaâs signature at the bottom of the crumpled piece of paper.
âHandwritten notes and reports.â
All three of you turned your head to Ranpo, who was fiddling around with a bag of chips, struggling to get it open.
âThose are all handwritten by him. He left them on Dazaiâs desk not expecting anyone to touch them, knowing that he barelyâalmost never works⌠Just thought Iâd let you know.â
A long pause. Ranpo then turned his chair around and aside from his faint chewing, the silence in the office had become deafeningâŚ
ââŚWow, nice work, detective Dazai OsamuâŚâ You mocked, eyebrows knitted together.
âHey! Donât throw me under the bus like thaaaaat, you helped too! So cruel of you, bellaâŚâ
Dazai gave you a dramatic âhmph!â and awkwardly turned to Kunikidaâwho was practically shaking in furyâwith a sheepish smile, throwing the paper plane at his head followed by a nervous laughter.
âNowwww before you do or say anything, Kunikida-kun~ In my defens-â
ââŚDazaaAAAIIIIâ!!!â
p.s : its been awhile since ive written and actually posted it so this is a bit wonky I KNOW im not this ass at writing please spare my life i have a wife and kidsâŚ
#đâšâşŕź noxie one shots#bsd dazai osamu#bsd dazai#bsd dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader#dazai x you#dazai x y/n#dazai x reader#dazai x male reader#dazai x gn reader#bsd x you#bsd x y/n#bsd x reader#bsd x male reader#bsd x gn reader
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summary: Gallagher has been the only one in your life to make you feel like a man. Even if you can mold and shape yourself in the Dreamscape, make yourself look and feel as Cis as you want, and yet, nothing has been able to fill the hole you feel within your very existence... aside from Gallagher. And now you can't find him. You can't find Gallagher. You can't find him.
⧠a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!! im gonna be writing a lot more x male readers and especially a lot more x ftm readers... i started this blog cause wherever i looked in whatever fandom i was in i never found many male readers... and especially barely any ftm ones... and it feels like i havent written any proper x m! reader fics in a while, soooo... we'll start here. i'll still write gn reader of course!!!! but i like lowkey haven't written much that matches my identity in a bit.
đ cw: ftm reader, 2.2 story spoilers, dysphoria like mad dysphoria, anxiety, depression, sensory overloard, grief (?), hurt/no comfort, proofread
â wc: 2.2k
The Dreamscape has been quiet lately. Even Golden Hour was quiet, silent, and whenever you looked to the sky, its brilliance had begun to dim. The Dreamflux Reef had always been quiet, too, and yet now, it was uncanny. Micah had been so aloof, answering your questions curtly, and Gallagher hadnât even sent you a text. Every time you texted him, it never went through, as if he wasnât in an area with service. Which was normally okay, you knew he had to be out on a job or something, but it had been a whole week and he hadnât even come back to his bar. When you had asked anyone about Gallagher, they had given you this look like they didnât know where your lost dog was⌠which isnât exactly far from the truth, you suppose. But you could see some sort of guilt behind their eyes. And that made you uneasy.
Sure, he had gone weeks at a time without being with you, but he always sent texts, and most people knew where he was, especially the locals. His last text to you was an âI love you babyboy.â, which isnât abnormal, he had a habit of texting you that specifically around five times a day. He had to drill it into your head. He always made sure you knew you were loved, especially by him. You were âsomething specialâ, as he said, âthe best thing that ever happened to himâ, âhis pretty boyâ, and the list goes on. But your phone remains eerily silent.
You canât help but check it every other minute, wading through the crowds of Golden Hour, the last place you wanted to be right now. No one in Dreamflux Reef would give you a definitive answer, no one had seen him, or if they had, they gave you indecisive answers. He was out on a case, he was at the lounge, anything to get you off their backs. You had to admit, you were becoming increasingly nagging, annoying, even. But who wouldnât? Your boyfriend had been gone a whole week with no trace of him, no communication, and you were starting to think the worst.
Golden Hour makes your head spin, looking under every literal rock you can find, getting any info you can from the most lucid strangers and even mumbling drunkards. You are desperate, any little bit of information you use. Even if they had just seen a man with brown hair or a man with hazel eyes. Of course, none lead you to Gallagher. And the Bloodhounds arenât of any help either, they all stare at you with confused looks and some even tell you to stop playing around.
Youâve already given up, the hustle and bustle of Golden Hour making you feel even more hopeless, the feel of everyone's eyes on you, not fitting in, it all sinks in once more. You were better off putting up lost dog posters at that point. Was it possible for people to go missing in the dreamscape? You had no idea, but you were holding onto the hope that perhaps this was all some twisted nightmare that had crept into your head, but each step you took disproved that thought.
Perhaps reality will have answers, and while you feel so reluctant to wake up, to be seen once more. You had never met Gallagher out of the dreamscape, and only now did you realize what you could be getting yourself into. Perhaps he had just⌠left? After so many years? Surely not, right?
You return to reality, unsteady. Your body feels frail, even if you had been maintaining it properly. It feels odd to be back in reality, where suddenly how you look, how you talk, and your mannerisms all mattered. You had to act masculine, you had to shut up and walk tall, hyper aware of the eyes on you. Even if it only takes only a minute to get to the front desk, even if you know the guests will never recognize you in the dreamscape. You still canât help but feel self-conscious, being able to hide behind the veil of the dreamscape for so long, now out in reality, feeling as if you were stripped bare for all to see. Which you werenât, but perhaps your nerves were getting to you.
When you reach the front counter, your nerves don't abate. They only grow in size, the fear quickly creeping through your system. There was no guest named Gallagher, and you didnât even know what room he had been staying in. They canât tell you anything considering that you yourself arenât the customer they are looking for. But the way they look at you just as the people in Golden Hour and Dreamflux Reef do tells you all.
Reluctantly, you make it back to your room. You donât know if you want to go back to the Dreamscape, youâre already shook up as is. If something so dire could make you resurface from the vast, blissful ocean that was the Dreamscape, why would you go back? No sign of him for a week, reality or otherwise, and not a word from those closest to him. Do you really wish to go back? Where you know your current efforts have failed. Where that sinking feeling that you know heâs gone takes hold of you?
You stare at the dreampool for a second longer, trying your best to shove down your doubts and your fears, and sink back into the sweet allure of dreams, waking up once more in the Dreamflux Reef. You stay where you are for another minute, a place youâve called home for several years, a place that would be filled with hearty laughter, maybe even the clinking of glasses, and smell like Gallagherâs mild cologne. That scent has dimmed recently, either because he hadnât come home, or perhaps you were⌠used to it. His clothes were still strewn about on the bed, what he was going to wear the day after he had disappeared. You didnât dare move them, not once, afraid of losing all the little things about him.
When you finally exit the house, the streets feel colder. Itâs even quieter than before, and most residents look⌠somber. Perhaps they always looked that way, and you just didnât know. You figure youâd try your luck with Micah again, either to get closure or just wallow with someone who was close to Gallagher, you are unsure.
You had done your best to ignore the⌠tower that seemed to breach out of nowhere in the Reef, despite how tall it had been and just how oddly enchanting it was. You, like many of the Penacony locals, didnât enjoy change. To have something like that just simply grow out of the ground you knew when those Trailblazers came around was jarring. That had also been the day that Gallagher had stopped coming home, and the events that followed had made you so desperate to find him once more. This beautiful dream, torn asunder by some madmanâs delusion of a grander, peaceful life. You never did like the family, you never liked Sunday.
On that note, Micah was nowhere to be seen, at least where you looked. Not all the way down in the alleys or by the train station, not in the dive bar playing pool, nowhere. You had no where but to ascend those damned stairs that faced towards a false moon. You didnât want to, not at all. It wasnât intimidating, but every time you lingered near it for too long, you felt uneasy. It had an air to it that spoke of danger, something that told you it âwas not for youâ. And here you were, stood in front of it and the three graves that paid homage to it.
The first step you take bathes you in a stillness unlike one youâve ever felt. Tranquility follows as you continue to walk, the world is suddenly so quiet, the hustle and bustle of the Reef fades out, and you are left with blissful nothingness. The only sound that follows you is your steps. It isnât so bad when you think about it, itâs comforting, in a way.
Micah is tending to the plants that surround a small little courtyard. Heâs relaxed, untensed, and seems genuinely at peace. Itâs been rare to see someone like that in recent days. When he hears you, he lifts his head and gives you a soft smile, one that reeks of pity, as if he knows what you are going to ask him.
âMicahââ
âI have no idea where Gallagher is,â Micah sighed, his smile faltering slightly. âNot a text, not a word.â
At this point, you knew people were lying to you. Micahâs reminder only makes you realize just how much people were. âI know that. Tell me what happened to him.â
Micah is taken aback by your blunt reaction, but easily gives in. The jig is up it seems, and he doesnât fight back any longer. With a soft huff and slump of his shoulders, he sets aside his current task, turning his full attention towards you.
âThen weâre gonna have to sit down and talk. Itâs a bit of a doozy.â
. * ăăă âŚÂ    .    ăâş ă .
Your head spins with all the details. Itâs all so confusing, Gallagher, being⌠fictional? The man you had fallen in love with was simply just a creation, not tangible, not real. What were you supposed to do with that information? All you had been doing for the past hour or so is staring at the wall. Your room is silent, as is all things now, dark and lonely. Itâs suffocating. You feel empty, devoid of whatever was there, whatever had filled the hole in your heart, as cliche as it was.
A hollow home, a hollow heart, and not a soul to mend it. Those welcoming arms are no more, or perhaps, never were. And yet, his clothes still remain, his toothbrush and cologne and shampoo and everything else stay in the bathroom as if he were. If you spaced out long enough, you could still hear his hearty laughter, if you sink a little deeper into the pillows you can smell faint traces of his shampoo. Anything to hold onto what you love. Who you love.
You need to drown yourself in something before you lose your mind. You want to cry, and yet⌠you canât. It is still all catching up to you. You wander around the house mindlessly, desperate for something to happen. Anything. But there is nothing. When you stop, there is null, a terrifying distance between you and the empty kitchen. You have to get out of here, you have to leave, this home is not yours anymore. It is simply a house.
Your feet bring you away from the Reef, finally, settling you in the Reverie. You follow a familiar path, one that you had walked on a particularly bad night, that had led you to the Dreamjolt Holstery. It was unwise of you to fall in love with the mixologist, but here you were, several years in, finding out he was quite literally made up.
Slowly, you take a seat at the bar, the lounge around you empty, dead. You have no idea where the bartender is, but you donât care. This is the same seat you had taken that night. It was something you shouldâve forgotten, really, such a minor detail that now felt all too big and meaningful to your heart. You can still remember what had torn you up, it was a particularly bad day, feeling too dysphoric, and no matter what you did, even in the Dreamscape, it had done nothing to affirm your identity more. So you sought out a drink, or a few, to wash down that bitter taste that plagued your taste buds all day. And there he was, a little disheveled as always, eyebags, gravelly voice, something about him just⌠washed over you as if he were a dream. Which, looking back, apparently he was. You remember fighting between two thoughts; wanting to be him, or wanting him. To be a man so⌠masculine, gruff, big and intimidating, something like thatâŚ
Your nostalgic daydream is broken by steps, and a figure above you. You look up, hoping that youâll see the same scene once more, that Gallagher will shoot you a smile and a chuckle, ask you whatâs got you down, but instead, itâs Siobhan. She looks down at you with a sympathetic smile, as if she knows exactly what you were thinking about. You canât tell if you feel angry or sad, or neither. You simply push those feelings down.
âWhat can I get you tonight?â She asks, her voice even and calm as always.
You take a minute to think, unsure if you want something strong to keep you occupied or something that could serve as a tribute. Ultimately, you settle withâŚ
âA glass of uh⌠The Big Sleep,â You canât help but chuckle lightly at the name, even if the chuckle was devoid of joy. Siobhan doesnât mention it, simply smiles and nods.
â... To the ghosts of the past?â
âYeah⌠to the ghosts of the past.â
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đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ : smut, blowjob, dirty talk, cum eating.
You were in your room on your computer getting some work down when your boyfriend came up behind you, massaging your shoulders and leaning down to press kisses on your neck.
âHey, hee,â you say, giving him not even a fraction of the attention he wanted from you.
âHey baby,â he whispers, moving more hair out of the way to kiss more of your neck. Ignoring whatever you were doing on your computer, he swivels your chair around, making you come face to face with his hardened length hidden beneath his underwear. âHow about you pay attention to me instead?â he cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. âAfter all, you are free for me to use whenever I please.â you nod softly, already going dumb from the way he speaks to you.
Your hands race to pull his cock out of the small hole in his boxers. Whimpering from the sight of his long dick, you admire every inch of his hard cock gripping his base roughly. You hear him hiss above you, and you look up at him innocently, tapping his sticky precum-stained head on your pursed lips.
âAre you just gonna stare all day, or are you gonna suc-â his words are cut off the instant your warm lips wrap around his sensitive tip.
âGood girl,â he whispers, lifting up his shirt around his waist so he could watch you sink down on his cock inch by inch. âTake it deeper. I know you can.â obeying his words, you take half of him in your mouth, the other half still uncovered as you tease him. âDeeper baby, like the other night when you couldnât stop gagging around me.â after hearing his words, you force him down the back of your throat, gagging just the way he wanted you to. His eyes roll back in his head, deep breaths falling from his parched lips.
You bob your head soft, wet sounds, taking up the once quiet bedroom.
You canât help but moan around his dick. The feeling of having him deep down your throat never ceases to make you a whiny, dripping mess for him. You loved his cock, and you were ready to take it any time, no matter which one of your needy little holes he chose.
âYou love taking dick huh?â He smirks, looking down at you while you eagerly suck his rod. âLove it so much youâd just let me give it to you any and everywhere.â He smoothed down your hair while you inhaled his cock like your life depended on it. âBet youâd suck me off in public, yeah, 'cause you just canât go a moment without my cock?â You nod eagerly, and he grins. âAlways so cock drunkâ You were literally throbbing from his words, panties soaked as you gagged around his length, choking on his tip every time he went so deep that your throat bulged. âThatâs right, my pretty girl, keep sucking me off til I cum in your precious little throat.â
You donât even think about stopping for a breather despite the lack of oxygen and the spit bubbling around your lips you continue to suck him off his deep groans making you wetter by the second.
âFuck! Baby, you always know how to make me feel so fucking goodâ his eyelids dropped, mouth hung open, taking deep breaths every time you took it balls deep. âGonna fuck your little throat so goodâ he grips the side of your head, fingers carding through your hair, and you stop bobbing your head, letting him take full control as he wildly bucks his hips drilling your wet mouth reputedly.
Your eyes roll in the back of your head, drool spilling down your exposed chest, and no matter how much the room feels like itâs spinning, the only thing you can do is moan and gag around him cause you were nothing but a slut for his cock.
âSo fucking tight,â he grunted, loving the little sounds you made when his tip brushed your tonsils. âGonna fucking cum baby shit- feels so good fuckâ he throws his head back, chest rising and falling, and three more rough slams of his hips, heâs forcing you all the way down his length, keeping you still while he fills your insides with copious amounts of seed. âGo on, swallow it. I know you love it when I cum and dirty up that little mouth.â
You can only helplessly gag and moan, going completely dumb as you gargle his cum and swallow it all down in one go.
He pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air after his abuse to your sore throat. âGood job,â he whispers, bending down and nuzzling your cheek as he presses a soft kiss on your lips.
You hum in satisfaction, happy to let him use you any and every time he wants to.
He gently picks you up from your chair, closing your laptop, and laying you down in bed. âIâll be right back,â he says softly, going to make you some tea for your throat like he wasnât the one that made it sore in the first place. âDrink this.â he blows on the steamy liquid before giving you a sip, and you smile tiredly at him.
After you finish your tea, he cleans you up and wraps you in his arms. âGet some rest, love.â he kisses your forehead as you slowly drift off in his warm embrace.
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All Too Well
Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
WARNING: ANGST, Struggles With Sexuality, Mentions of Underage Drinking (DO NOT DO IT), Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Confrontation
PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were childhood friends, but after a kiss they shared during a party, Reader cut contact and never spoke to her again. That was until their high school reunion came up and the two finally see each other years later
A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!
Liv Morgan is also Reader's best friend from a different school in this A/U!
Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!
Was feeling a little angsty, don't mind me
"Are you sure it isn't too...showy?", I say,
Looking at Liv's reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Are you kidding? It's literally perfect"
I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
Within a week from now, we were set to attend our ten year high school reunion and to say I had knots in my stomach would be an understatement.
High school was fine, in fact, I often catch myself reminiscing on how simple life once was.
Not having to deal with adult responsibilities like work, bills or rent and just living life as I wanted...but there was one thing that made me wish time moved faster.
Rhea.
We grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. Always sleeping over at each other's houses and hanging out every day after school. Wherever she was, I was. You wouldn't see me without her by my side and vice verse.
"Check this out", she says,
Smacking her wrist and causing the whipped cream she had on the back of her hand to catapult into her mouth.
"What the fuck? How?", I exclaimed.
She lets out a laugh, almost choking on the sweet foam.
"Saw someone do it on YouTube. Try it"
I shrugged, spraying some onto the back of my hand and repeating what she did. Only my attempt resulted in the cream to land on the side of my mouth. She lets out a roaring laugh, falling back against the couch.
"I've got you", she says,
Gently wiping it off my face and sucking it off her thumb. Her eyes never leaving mine, whilst doing so. I couldn't ignore the sudden rush of butterflies that irrupted in my stomach. What the hell was that?
I awkwardly clear my throat and sipped on some water. She eventually noticed my silence and squinted curiously.
"You alright, babe?"
Her nicknames have now become lethal to me. It's not like we haven't jokingly called each other things of that nature, but this time felt different.
"Mhm"
"Okay", she replied unconvinced.
Just then the door bell, rang. Thank god.
"I'll get it. Must be the food", she says,
Gently placing a hand on my thigh, before sprinting off. I felt her touch linger even after she'd already left the room. My heart racing against the confinements of my chest.
As the day turned to night, we got ready for the party Sonya was throwing, when I couldn't get the zipper of my dress up.
"Women's clothing is a complete joke!", I struggled inside the bathroom,
"Need some help?", she asked through the door.
Why was I so nervous for her to see me half dressed? We've changed in front of each other dozens of times before.
Though I must admit, I had to look away as we did. Something about seeing her so intimately made my stomach drop to my feet. Like I would...like what I see.
But nonetheless, I reluctantly agreed.
"Could you?"
She steps inside and carefully tugs my zipper up and once she was done, I turn around, patting myself off. For a moment, she eyes me up and down with a smile she was clearly trying to hide.
"That bad?"
"Not even close. You look amazing", she says,
Taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. God damn it, there go the butterflies again. I pull back, smiling awkwardly.
"Shall we?"
"We shall", she says,
Stepping aside and letting me out of the bathroom.
The entire car ride was silent, except for the ambience of the engine running and the radio softly playing. It gave me more time to fully process what happened and what exactly I was feeling.
It was all so sudden, that my head spun trying to wrap itself around it. I was probably overthinking. Maybe, I'd just imagined the whole thing and was worried over nothing?
"You're awfully quiet", she disrupts the silence,
Pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hm?"
"Usually, we'd be screaming non-sensical lyrics over songs we put on, but you seem rather distracted", she interrogated behind the wheel,
"Um, probably the shots I took before we left"
"Well, I'm designated driver tonight, so, have all the fun you want, sweetheart"
Again with the nicknames.
We eventually got to Sonya's and made our way inside. The house was crowded with drunken kids from school, dancing terribly and talking way too loud. Tonight was guaranteed to be hectic.
"You made it!", Sonya yells over the music,
Before yanking me into a hug and making me chuckle at her excitement.
"I thought you'd ditch, since you weren't at school today"
"Nope, just decided to skip since it's the last day before spring break", I explained,
Pulling away.
She then pulls Rhea into a hug and plants a kiss on her cheek, making Rhea laugh.
I couldn't help but feel off about it.
But before I could even react, a hand turns me around by the shoulder and it was Liv, my friend from a different school.
"Hey!", I greeted,
As she squealed, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist, like she usually does.
"Oh my god, I haven't seen you since last semester!"
"I know! I was swamped with extra-curriculars and tests", she said,
Hopping back down.
I look over and was met with Rhea's intense gaze.
"Rhea, this is my friend, Liv. She goes to the school down the road from us"
"It's really nice to meet you!"
"Pleasure", Rhea greeted,
Her tone dry and unwelcoming. I give her a look of confusion, to which she simply ignored me, before walking off.
Besides that slight hiccup, the night went on just as I expected. With me getting wasted and making a fool of myself with Liv in the sea of dancing people.
Every now and then, I'd catch glimpses of Rhea staring daggers into me and for some reason, I didn't really mind. As a matter of fact, I sort of enjoyed the attention more than I was willing to admit.
That was until Liv grabbed my hips from behind and began swaying them, which then caused Rhea to visibly scoff and disappear from view.
Even in my drunken haze, I could tell she was irritated, but I decided to let her cool off, before attempting to ask any questions.
I did eventually feel the drinks working their way down, so I pulled Liv in close.
"I'm going to the bathroom!"
"Kk!", she yelled back.
I began stumbling towards the bathroom and swung the door open, just to find Rhea sitting in the empty bathtub.
"Hey there, stranger. I haven't seen you all night", I slurred.
"Yeah, you noticed? I'm surprised with the spectacular company that's been entertaining you"
My eyes squint curiously.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She sighs through her nose, looking away.
"Nothing"
It was now my turn to sigh, as I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor, beside the tub.
"Someone's jealous", I teased.
She didn't respond and merely scoffed once again.
"I saaaid someone's jealous-"
"And what if I was?", she interrupts.
In that very moment, any ounce of drunkness violently fled my body.
"What?", I chuckled nervously,
"What if...I was?", she repeated,
Sitting up and gripping the edge of the tub to bring herself closer to my face.
I was at a complete loss for words. Hit with so many emotions at once, that I froze in place, just staring blanky at her.
"What do you-"
Before I could complete my sentence, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. The strangest part of it all was the fact that I didn't pull away.
It felt...good.
I grab her face and pressed deeper into the kiss, whilst swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, tugging it slightly with my teeth.
Her own hands do the same and before I knew it, she pulls me into the tub, straddling her hips. I felt myself growing needier with each passing second, but before anything else could happen, she made her way down my neck, whispering.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting this"
That's when reality finally hit me. I was in love with my best friend this entire time and couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was in love with a girl. All the pieces of myself that I thought were broken were now starting to make sense and I just wasn't ready.
I hastily pull away, getting out of the tub.
"Where are you going?"
"We can't do this", I say,
Wiping the smudged lipstick off my cheek.
"(Y/N)"
"I'm sorry, Rhea, I can't", I rushed,
As she stood up to follow me.
"(Y/N)-", she steps out of the tub,
"Please", I pleaded with teary eyes,
Catching off guard.
"Just...I can't", I choked back a sob.
I rush out of the bathroom and left the party entirely, but as I ran home with tears streaming down my face, my phone kept blowing up with messages and incoming calls.
Some being from Liv, looking for me and others from Rhea, begging me to come back so she could explain. I simply turned my phone off and finally arrive at the steps of my house.
I was consumed with more emotions than I could handle. Confusion, helplessness, fear, but most of all, grief. I was now meant to grieve the loss of my best friend and possibly the love of my life.
That night was the last time I'd ever spoken to her.
Rhea would continue to try and get a hold of me, but a few weeks go by and she eventually got the hint.
At school, I'd take different routes to try and avoid her and when we did cross paths in the hallway, I'd just speed-walk past her to get to my next class.
Losing someone like her has been and still is one of my biggest regrets.
"Hellooo?"
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Liv's hand waving at me.
"What?"
"I asked if I should do an updo or have my hair down"
"Oh"
"Are you okay? You seem like a bajillion miles away right now", she questioned,
"I'm fine"
"Mhm", she crosses her arms,
"What?"
"Nothing. If you say so", she shrugged,
Turning back to the mirror.
"Liv", I urged warningly,
"It's just, are you sure this isn't about...Rhea?"
"What? No"
She sighs, hopping on top of my vanity.
"What?", I repeated,
"How long have I known you?"
"Well...a while"
"And in that while, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?"
It was now my turn to sigh, as my arms fold over my chest.
"What happened was...less than ideal, but don't let that ruin your night. You deserve to have fun", she says,
Getting back on her feet and making her way over to the bed, as I shrug, watching her take a seat next to me.
"Who knows, maybe she still feels the same way", she nudges,
"That's not funny"
"I'm being serious! Who you are isn't anyone else's business, but your own and if you do end up telling her the truth, that should be your choice", she emphasized,
"Look, (Y/N), you're a total babe. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet and funny and pretty and smart and-"
"Okay, okay, enough with the flattery", I chuckle,
Nudging her back.
"Hey and if all else fails, we can still get wasted"
"See? This is why you're my friend", I say,
High-fiving her.
The days came and went in what felt like a flash and before we knew, it was the day of the reunion.
With each moment that passed of us being in the cab, my heart grew burdened by anxiety. What was I supposed to do if I saw her? What if she came up to me? Would she tell me off in front of everyone? Was I prepared for that to happen?
Worst of all...what if she brought a date?
"Stop doing that"
"Doing what?"
"I see the hamster wheels spinning"
I sigh, relaxing into the seat. Liv then pulls out a cannister and sneaks it under my purse.
"You're lucky I came prepared"
"You really did", I say,
Twisting off the cap and carefully taking a swig.
"But don't over do it. I actually wanna dance a little before we black out"
We arrive at the high school and I was immediately taken back. The grass, the steps, the doorway. It truly felt like a blast from the past.
"Just as ugly as I remember!", I squealed,
Throwing a hand over my mouth, as Liv snorts, leaning against me.
The gymnasium was packed with many familiar faces, two of which were a set of twins I used to know.
"Yo, no fucking way"
"Hey, Jey", I greeted with a beaming smile,
"If it ain't miss (Y/L/N). Man, you still look good"
I playfully roll my eyes, as he pulls me into a hug.
"I haven't seem your ass in a minute, ma"
"No! I saw you a few years ago, when I came to one of Liv's matches"
"Like I said, a hot minute"
I laugh, pulling away to greet everyone else.
The DJ starts playing a song from way back when and Liv gives a mischievous grin.
"Oh god"
"You know the drill, come on", she drags me onto the dance floor,
And all of our friends followed suit.
As we started to dance, the gym doors open, catching my attention. My face immediately drops upon realizing who it was.
"What?", Liv turns to see and her own eyes widen.
"Shit"
There she was.
Only, I almost didn't recognize her. From the new black hair slicked back, to the expensive three piece suit and tattoos, my heart nearly gave out.
She was nothing short of breathtaking.
Her eyes immediately fall upon mine and it felt like everyone else disappeared. Even with her new entourage behind her, being rowdy, all I could focus on was the dejected look on her face.
I had only myself to blame. Had I not been a coward sooner, none of this would've happened. We wouldn't have cut ties, grown apart and gone our separate ways. We might've even-
"You good, uce?", Jey snaps me back to reality,
"Yeah, I'm fine"
"(Y/N)-"
"I'm fine, Liv. Really", I reassured,
"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom", I let my friends now,
Before walking out of the gymnasium.
I knew this was all my own fault, but I couldn't help but tear up, thinking of all the things I could've done to change what happened. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me.
I arrive at the bathroom and lock myself in the handicap stall.
With no one around to hear me, I finally let go of all the tears I'd been desperately fighting back. After allowing myself a good few minutes to cry, I grab some tissues to wipe off the makeup that was surely running down my face.
I recollect myself and exit the stall, but as I went to check on myself in the mirror, the door creaks open and it was none other than Rhea walking in.
There couldn't have been a worse possible time than now to run into each other.
"Sorry", she said with her head low,
Stepping back out.
"Wait, Rhea"
She simply ignored me and kept walking, to which I followed behind her.
"Rhea, could we please talk about this?"
"Talk about what?"
"Please", I begged,
She finally stops and turns to face me.
"I'm sorry"
"Alright"
"Rhea, please", I pleaded,
Taking a hold of her wrist and making her eyes pour into mine. Even being this close to her made my heart race against the inside of my chest.
I carefully let her go and she stuffs her hands into her pockets.
It was now or never. I could either just let her walk away and risk never seeing her again or make things right, so... I took a deep breath and began.
"I wanna start off by saying I understand that you're angry. You have every right to be and I don't blame you for it", I reassured.
Her eyes never leaving my face as I spoke.
"But before you go, I just need to tell you how sorry I am", I start to choke up,
"Nothing I say or do can ever make up for how I ended things...but I'm sorry"
Her gaze was still intense, but I could make out her eyes glossing over.
"I'm sorry for leaving you with no explanation. It was childish and stupid, but I promise, it had nothing to do with you. I was scared and I didn't know who I was back then, but I do now. I am a woman who likes other women", I wept,
As she takes a deep breath in.
"I am a woman...who was in love with her best friend", I admit.
The confession causing her face and shoulders to drop.
"She just wasn't ready to say it"
"(Y/N)", she exhales,
"But that doesn't excuse me just leaving you in the dark and for that, I am so so sorry", I cried.
"No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not someone like you. Someone so kind and so beautiful", I softly cup her cheek,
As she melted into my touch.
"I know I don't deserve it, but you'll have me, I promise I will never hurt you again"
She shakes her head with a tearful smile, taking my hands into hers.
"I am so proud of you", she says,
As tear rolls down her cheek and meets the tip of my fingers.
"You are?"
"That's all I've ever wanted to hear"
And for the first time in a long time, I felt...light. The years of shouldering this burden was gone and I could finally breathe again.
I was so caught up in what was going on, that I almost didn't notice the audience of our friends gathered behind me. Guess I just have to lay it all out there now.
"Guys", I start,
When I felt Rhea's hand grab mine to make me face her.
"(Y/N), you don't have to do this"
"I do"
If she was brave enough to come out all those years ago, it was now my turn to have that same courage. I turn back towards the small crowd and see Liv cheering me on with a nod.
"I love Rhea and I'm not hiding it anymore"
A fleeting moment of silence overtakes the hallways, before they all rush in to hug me.
"I'm proud so of you, kid!", Liv squeals,
Causing Rhea and I to laugh amidst the group hug.
"You're a g, (Y/N)", Jey joins in,
"You finally got the girl!", Dominik yells,
Making Priest playfully smack the back of his head.
They all pull away, allowing Rhea and I to face each other once more.
"Let's give them their space, guys", Liv say,
Ushering everyone back into the gymnasium.
Without wasting another precious moment, she pulls me in and kisses me with a newfound passion.
This was how it was meant to be.
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MY VOID SUCCESS STORY!!
My Void state Journey+Baby steps
I first came to know about the void state when @gorgeouslypink shared her success story and like everyone else I got obsessed with the idea of having everything at once since I didn't put my all in manifesting and couldn't manifest consciously except for ice cream that shit always manifests lmao. So like I said I was obsessed I started trying like any amateur but every time I'd lay on bed and affirm i wouldn't even realise when I would fall asleep and wake up to the same shit but one thing good about me is i would never spiral.. So for more than a couple months I tried the 10k affirmation challenge for void concept/void state affs cuz everyone was suggesting it but guess what i never actually completed it. I would start over and over cuz I didn't had no consistency and never completed it until last week I FINALLY did!!
What I think worked for me
I actually completed the 10k aff challenge and reached 12000 affirmations on 7th jan It didn't have any specific effect on my mind since I feel like I had always believed in my vc but I think what went right was my brain ACTUALLY REALLY was saturated after the consistent affs I fed myself with. And then at night of 8th Jan I tapped into the void.
Entering the void+experience.
So i went to bed at the usual time I'd always attempt the void and this time I sat upright on bed with pillows to support my back well. I put on the void state/epsilon waves subliminal by slade. From YouTube (this shit is good.)
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and did my routine as I had scripted : I counted till 300 with deep breaths but you can count less. I did it cuz it takes me too much to relax and kinda concentrate (Till then I had already experienced the being pulled in feeling and it had went away but I was calm I did not even pay attention to it.) My body was numb by then and I started to affirm "I am in the void state " Bringing back my normal pace of breathing. After a while i started to float and get the usual symptoms like spinning and and an inner earthquake lmao but yeah I tried my best to keep focusing on affs which automatically results in ignoring symptoms. again that ascending feeling of being pulled came back. So I kept affirming and I visualised the black hole kinda shit in my head take me to the void and the next thing I know I'm in a completely feelingless place no subliminal sound and I was damn relaxed but that the same time too excited and even though I didn't like instantly got thrown out I still got out without even affirming I kinda forgot? Sounds funny but might happen. That's pretty much it. So I took a day off to relax and sustain that feeling I'm entering today again to manifest my desired life.
Tips + advice
âdo not follow somebody else's methods if your conditions don't align with the routine or something.
âtry the 10k aff challenge for your vc. If you don't enter at 10,000 try 15k then 20k then 30k and don't fck with me you'll reach by then alright.
âsince it's your own state you just have to tap into it sooner or later you will so don't be stressed and attempt. Just tap into it cause you will.
âeverytime you wake up to your same reality affirm you are one step closer. Or you did enter and you're entering again. Don't repeat the old story.
âsubliminals or music they only serve to relax you only you hold the ultimate power.
âdon't look/ask for methods. There are enough methods already and it's only a matter of time when you'll find your own.
âchile
All the blogs who helped me with my mindset shift are @uniquelymeandmyworld @rosellesworkshop @fleurlx @konniesreality @gorgeouslypink thank you all so much for everything you guys do it's literally selfless and I can't with the people who throw shade on y'all!!
Also thanks to @voidsuccess they really help with the success stories!!
#law of assumption#void state#void success#đ void success#i am state#affirm and persist#loa#void#manifestation#Youtube
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okay so i'm rereading the poppy war for the sole purpose of trying to squeeze all the chaltan content i can get out of it and my god is it delivering already
this first one is something that i completely breezed past in my first reading cause i didn't even know who tf chaghan was yet but on a reread????? GAY (pg. 226):
you're telling me that chaghan and altan just happened to be together when chaghan felt tyr's death? in the middle of the night??? mmhmm yup for sure
now as willing as i am to fully chalk this up to a late night chaltan tryst, i will be fair and admit that i'm not super clear on how exactly chaghan got the tyr info here. it kinda seems like he's doing his monthly meeting with the hexagram goddess (in the dialogue he literally says "there has been a hexagram" and then he interprets 3 things from it), but first off, it seems too coincidental for him to just happen to be doing that at the very moment that tyr dies, and also why tf is he doing it in the middle of the night?? is he just being extra dramatic and making up some "we have to do it at midnight" bullshit to see what he can get away with (a la the infamous kitay horse piss incident) or is there an in universe explanation for that that i've completely forgotten?
OR is it a secret, gayer third option: altan and chaghan were already together when he felt tyr's death, which then prompted him to convene with the goddess and get the hexagram. and we just don't see the full process or really get much of a proper explanation cause we're in altan's pov and it's all mysterious and shit at this point in the book. that's the one i'm going with and i cannot believe that this is their first scene together. the intimacy is already so palpable and we don't even know chaghan's name at this point in the book.
and then of course there's THIS (pg. 227):
absolutely fucking bonkers i'm spinning on my head
is anyone else this gentle with altan ever????? i'm genuinely asking. who else in the cike would even THINK about pulling a move like this? also the added layer of chaghan originally being next in line for commander before altan took him out to the fucking valley for THREE WHOLE DAYS and then THIS is his reaction to altan officially inheriting said title??? we know from a later conversation that chaghan has with rin (pg. 337) that he's very aware of how unprepared altan was to assume leadership over the cike, which just makes this gesture from him even more meaningful and tender. "we are yours to command. i am yours."
this next one just made me giggle and idk if it's just my brain being broken from scouring source material for gay crumbs or if it's actually intentional but (pg. 285):
i mean. i mean. if anyone knows the extent of chaltan, it's most definitely qara, and a lot of these crumbs involve her so i'm taking it as more evidence and no one can stop me
speaking of qara being an icon (pg. 317):
i actually forgot how much she's in this book i am so sorry queen
so unegen also has a strong reaction to ramsa's dialogue, but if i may be incredibly nitpicky about it, i'd argue that qara snorting implies a sense of "yeah right now that's funny", while unegen spitting out his wine implies more pure shock than anything else. i'm sure the cike have some idea about chaghan and altan's relationship going deeper than meets the eye (if it's this obvious from the crumbs we get over the span of a handful of scenes i can only imagine how sick and tired they must be after an entire year of it), but once again, qara is likely the only one who really KNOWS. for obvious reasons.
then we have the iconic dramatic entrance where chaghan is officially introduced, and even before zooming into a specific piece of it to prove my chaltan agenda, just the very existence of this scene is so fucking insane to me. rebecca could've chosen any way to properly introduce us to chaghan, and this is what she decided on. you could argue that it sets up chaghan's dramatic and obnoxiously proud personality, and that him being hurt is so we can see how it affects qara (and also just to up the tension and stakes) BUT how coincidental that on top of achieving all that character and narrative stuff, it also succeeds in showing us a completely different side to altan. one that is specifically brought about by chaghan.
would altan rush out into a sea of federation soldiers to help any other member of the cike? yes. but rebecca chose to show him helping THIS member of the cike. in THIS dramatic of a fashion (and it's literally on a horse like that is so fractured fairytale romance of her actually). and it's also the aftermath that really clues us into something deeper between him and chaghan in particular (pg. 373):
along with qara, who is SOUL BONDED TO CHAGHAN BY THE WAY, altan is screaming at him for being reckless and how he could've gotten himself killed. intentionally or not, rebecca is clearly aligning altan and qara here, and i LOVE how it's shown in the way their dialogue is formatted. you don't even know who is saying which fragment. they are one in the same when it comes to the level in which they care about chaghan's wellbeing. and also when it comes to yelling at him for being an idiot! and if that's not love then idk what is
#more to come#i'm so obsessed with these two it's such an issue#sorry for the bad photos too i tried my best but i have horrible lighting everywhere#the poppy war#altan trengsin#chaghan suren#qara suren#chaltan
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summary: in which alcohol plus k-drama is equals to your and jungkookâs tears.
> fluff / wc: 4k
> warnings: ocâs first attempt at becoming a pro bartender lmao they both drink alcohol!!, alchemy of souls spoilers!! (they watch the ending of part 2), mention of a stab and blood, they cry over character deaths together >:( (sike?) maybeee a little surprise bc jk is so in love yâall idk what else to say </3 đ
note: welcome to the result of my jungkook + aos brainrot. you can read more of inwhich!jk in glasses in this drabble. :D thank you anonie who sent this ask! + as always iâd appreciate it a lot if you lmk if you enjoyed mwamwa <3
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âi miss my boyfriend.â you sigh dramatically as you slump over the dining table, popping a vodka-soaked cherry in your mouth.
despite being hopelessly in love, you and jungkook donât necessarily feel obliged to spend every second of every day with each other. of course, it was different at the early stages of your relationship, when you had to cross oceans and move mountains to spend time together, even if it meant hugging for only ten minutes and parting ways again.
however, things changed when you started living under one roof. the burning passion of your love isnât dying down, no. in fact, you would go as far as saying that it is growing more gracefully ardent. after all, there is no greater peace than knowing that at the end of the day, wherever the street signs and the unmarked paths may lead you to, you and jungkook choose to come home to each otherâs arms. is this not the real honeymoon phase, as they like to call it?
he left early this sunday morning to attend a small reunion with his childhood friends in busan, while you spent the day reading a book and painting the numbers one to ten of the little paint by numbers kit you stumbled upon at the book store last week.
itâs a sunny day on an abundant island, with a lighthouse standing close to the edge. and maybe, just maybe, you regret ignoring the simple flower bouquet beside it because the details drawn on this canvas are the literal definition of tiny. you ended up feeling dizzy by afternoon because of the strain it caused to your fucked up vision.
to make matters worse, the doorbell rung at around 5pm, and a minute later you were already unboxing the basics cocktail set you ordered two days ago. it includes a 18- and 28-ounce shaker set, jigger that has a dual-side (ounce and two-ounce) pourers, strainer, muddler, and bar spoon.
to summarize what youâve been doing with your life lately: youâre trying to explore the random things youâve always been curious about, in hopes that theyâll help you find new hobbies and interests.
you thought about baking, but jungkook already does that, and quite frankly, youâre not at a place in your life where you have a high capacity for the patience it requires. mixing drinks, on the other hand, takes a relatively shorter time to do. and what makes it even more enticing is that you can take a shot whenever you mess up, as if youâre playing a drinking game.
thereâs no better way to spend your sunday evening, right?
âbaby, why the hell are all the alcohol outside of the cabinets?â
right⌠except youâre already intoxicated⌠and the world is spinning. youâre desperately yearning to hug jungkook, so he can make it stop, but youâre not even sure if heâs coming home or heâs staying over at his parentâs house for the night.
you react belatedly to the confused voice, lifting your head to squint at the man who grabbed a bottle of white wine from the cluttered countertop.
âhey, who are you? the bar is closed. put that down.â
he laughs lightheartedly when he realizes how drunk youâve gotten. as he places it back down, the bottle clinks against the cold white stone. your heavy head collapses on top of your outstretched arm as he walks towards the opposite side of the dining table.
you open your eyes, one before the other, when you feel a presence hogging your space. a sheepish smile curves your lips as the beautiful face of your dear beloved greets you.
jungkookâs prescription glasses moves with his scrunched up nose as he grins at you playfully. âitâs the boyfriend you said you were missing.â
you reach out for him as soon as he finishes saying the sentence, silently asking to be embraced. slaves to your touch â his hands, which are resting on the sharp edge of the table and the top rail of your chair, eagerly slip down to encircle your waist.
you lazily lean your cheek on his shoulder, revelling in his welcoming body warmth. âwhy are you back early? arenât you tired? you shouldâve just rested at your house.â
âmhmm, i had to.â he hums, deep and raspy voice making his chest vibrate against yours. âwe talked about marriage and all that jazz. i couldnât stop thinking about you.â
with an airy huff, you pull away to glare up at him childishly. âi sure hope youâre not thinking about anybody else.â
he runs his tongue across his lips, unconsciously tugging at the silver lip ring with his teeth, but his loving smile stays. âyou know that youâre the only one for me.â
âstill! i like to hear it from you sometimes.â you giggle before taking a sip from a cold glass of cherry limeade, a refreshing treat youâve been enjoying since before he arrived.
âvodka?â
âvodka.â
you swallow once more before handing him the glass, swaying your feet under the table as the delicious mixture of sweet and tart permeates your tongue.
âmhmm, wow!â he exclaims after taking a sip, tilting the glass a little bit to the side to look at the light red beverage with knitted eyebrows. âwait a minute- why is this so good?!â
you excitedly tug at the hem of his sweatshirt, begging for more pats on the head. âi had a lot of fun using the shaker.â
he lightly kicks out the chair to your right so he can take a seat, shrugging off the backpack full of clean clothes you packed for him last night incase he wanted to stay longer in busan.
âi did well with this one, right?â
he enthusiastically nods in response as he takes another gulp, chewing on the block of ice that also managed to slip inside his mouth. you melt into his affectionate touch when he cups your cheek with his delicate palm.
âmaybe making drinks has been your specialty all along.â
you frown in disagreement. âiâm not sure. i made bloody mary before that one and i donât know if i did something horribly wrong or itâs just supposed to taste that disgusting.â
amused laughter racks his body as he takes in the endearing sight of your genuinely downcast expression. you jut out your bottom lip in annoyance.
âit really tasted like poison! i got goosebumps!â
âshit, now iâm scared of you actually getting alcohol poisoning.â the back of your hand is rewarded with a sweet kiss by jungkookâs vodka-stained lips. the wide doe eyes behind his glasses meet yours curiously. âyour hand smells like coffee.â
âoh- oh! the dalgona martini!â you rip your hand away from his to point at the martini glass standing at the very center of the dining table. âi just finished that. it should still be cold.â
he carefully slides the glass towards him to avoid spillage, fascinated lips forming a pout as he observes the thick portion of dalgona sitting on top of the mixed baileys and vodka. he didnât even notice it at all because itâs almost the same color as the wood. has his vision gotten that bad?
âthis looks yummy. you havenât tried it yet?â
you shake your head, which you instantly regret because your vision blacks out momentarily. you swallow thickly as you attempt to blink away the shiny, swirly shapes dancing infront of your eyes.
âfuck, no. i already had classic martini, and mule. iâll throw up.â
âjesus christ, baby. how many drinks did you try making?â jungkook finds himself so worried that he harshly takes off his glasses without reason, putting it aside on the table.
you giggle loudly at his reaction, using your folded arms as a pillow. âthatâs all! i promise! besides, didnât you drink with your friends, too?â
his face glows with uncontainable fondness at the mention of his friends.
âi was talking and laughing the whole time that i didnât even finish half of my beer.â
your hazy eyes study his jovial and carefree features, and just like magic, they make your heart feel lighter inside your chest. heavens know that you wish for nothing more in the world than to see him this happy everyday.
âiâm so glad you had a great time, my love.â
âme too. iâll tell you all about it when youâre sober and capable of memory retention.â he pokes fun at your drunken state as he picks up the glass of dalgona martini.
you roll your eyes before impatiently guiding the drink to his mouth. âjust drink it already.â
âoing?â he blinks in disbelief, sipping on the glass again as if his tongue couldâve possibly fooled him the first time. âi actually like this one more. i didnât expect that.â
you abruptly perk up in your seat upon witnessing his candid review. âwhat? youâre joking!â
of course⌠youâre cursed. it had to be the one you hated making the most.
truth be told, you impulsively made the dalgona martini simply because itâs the only drink in the last online blog you found that you had the complete ingredients for.
you were obviously not prepared enough for this activity. but baileys, vodka, sugar, coffee, and water? yeah, any house would definitely have those.
then came your ridiculous dilemma: despite being intoxicated, youâre still terrified of using the electric whisker. and so, you had to do the whisking the hard way. to put it lightly, it was absolute hell. your arms and wrists are sore after shaking and whisking vigorously for the past three hours.
âitâs exactly what i needed after a long trip.â he moans. his shoulders spring up in delight as he licks off the foam around his lips, and you use your thumb to brush it away from the spots he missed.
jungkook grabs your hand before you could pull away, making you audibly gasp when he sucks at your thumb in his cold mouth. his insatiable tongue pokes the inside of his cheek after.
âuh- i think i tasted a hint of soap.â
ââcourse you did. i just washed the dishes, you dummy.â
his pink lips part open as he processes your words, but he quickly brushes it off with a shrug. he noisily takes another sip from the glass.
âi can just clean it off my tongue with more martini.â he argues with a dimpled grin.
he grants you with a quick kiss, smudging the foam on his lips and transferring some of it to yours.
âugh, youâre so sloppy!â
his laughter echoes in your home as he walks away. âiâm taking this with me to the bathtub!â
âdonât take an hour in there again.â you grumble out a complaint. âwe need to watch alchemy of souls!â
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âeven if you decide to seal that door, i know how heartbreaking it will be for you, so it does not upset me so much.â
the flashback from four episodes ago confirms that it was foreshadowing this moment â park jin had sealed the door of jinyowon, a deep cave where relics are protected so they wonât unleash life-threatening dangers upon the world outside. lady jin and maidservant kim are stuck inside the collapsing sanctuary, holding back said relics from escaping⌠and the latter is none other than his wife-to-be.
jungkook anxiously bites the nails of his thumb and pinky finger, switching back and forth. the television screen reflects on the lens of his glasses as his eyes become shiny with tears.
âis this really the final episode? thereâs no season three?â
âno, it ends tonight.â you reply in between embarrassing loud sobs, attention trained to the man mournfully calling out his loverâs name over and over again as he clutches her engagement ring to his chest.
the hot tears you fail to catch stream down to your temples, and then your boyfriendâs naked stomach. youâve comfortably settled on the bed after finishing your nightly routines. your head is lying by the bottom of his ribcage, and thatâs where the other edge of the cozy blanket enveloping the two of you rests. you grabbed a small portion of the cotton in a loose fist, and youâve been keeping it close to wipe your tears with.
âoh my god, i canât fucking do this. my head is being split open.â
you toss aside the remote control after pausing the episode, crawling to the nightstand to pop the painkiller in your mouth, which you prepared to be supposedly taken tomorrow morning. maybe youâve sobered up a little, but the combination of the alcohol and the woeful crying have resulted to an agonizing migraine.
with his long and slender fingers, your boyfriend removes the hair that stuck to your tear-stained face before tenderly wiping your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
âmaking my baby fucking cry, too. i need that son of a bitch jin mu to burn in hell.â he curses to release his pent-up anger from the past 29 episodes, referring to the main antagonist of the series. the harshness of his tone contrasts the gentle kiss that lingers at the corner of your lips.
after drinking water, you wipe away jungkookâs tears with tissue paper, gingerly dabbing at the sides of his nose as well. he has a very sensitive skin, and because tears do contain salt, they can cause slight irritation and stinging when he cries. itâs something he once quietly complained about in passing, but somehow, it stuck with you throughout the years.
âdoes it hurt a lot?â he worriedly caresses the back of your head.
you meekly nod in response.
âshould we just watch the rest of it tomorrow then?â
ânoooo.â you drag out the word, shifting on the bed to return to your previous position. âmy pain is nothing to compared park jinâs pain. i must persevere.â
and just like that, your tired eyes begin to water again. jungkook chuckles, affectionately holding your face in his hands. he isnât surprised to find your skin to be warmer than normal.
âaigoo, your eyes are so red. at least put your glasses back on.â
âfine.â you mumble in defeat as you pat around the mattress, looking for the glasses you haphazardly threw aside when your intense emotions started to take control over you.
his rosy cheeks rise like buns in an oven as he smiles. âi love it when we match.â
â
park jin stands before the greedy individuals who conspired to steal the foundation of jinyowon, the fire bird, which dries up the world when it is awakened. it will be used in a rain ritual to create another ice stone, a ball of energy similar to that of the sun or a star. and to point out the obvious, having it in your possession would mean becoming the most powerful being there is.
âevil always does what it wants without ever stopping. but why is it that virtue always needs to prove itself over and over again?â
ââŚyes. i do wish to save her. i would do anything to save her, even if it meant i would lose my sanity. but even so, i will stop you from getting what you want. not a single one of you has the right to laugh at me⌠and call me⌠a hypocrite.â
you feel jungkook shiver below you. he is immensely engrossed with the actorâs phenomenal performance, flawlessly depicting what âseethingâ anger means. he puts his tattooed arm underneath his head to get a closer view of the subtitles. these have to be some of the best written lines heâs heard from this show so far, and he hopes to remember them by heart.
the two of you watched with bated breath when he starts fighting against several warriors, and then it happens⌠jin mu removes the barrier of the fire bird as a threat.
âoh, fuck you!â you kick your feet in annoyance.
park jin is forced to focus his energy on re-sealing the fire bird, leaving him vulnerable to the attacks of his merciless opponents.
âno, no, no.â jungkook chants under his breath, heart thundering with fear. âthis canât be happening.â
you know what is bound to happen. they did show three coffins at the end of episode nine. but denial denial denial is a stage of grief after all, and so, with a broken sob, you squeeze your eyes shut.
when your eyelids flutter open, a sword has already been driven through the center of his chest, and dark red blood uncontrollably spills from his mouth. jin mu spitefully pulls it out from behind before he weakly falls on the ground. jungkook stays quiet, it happens so fast but he feels suspended in time, while your horrified crying carries on.
you unwillingly remove your head from his chest before you can cry a river over his shirtless torso, opting to sit up beside him.
âbunch of cowards.â he couldnât resist mocking as the group scrambles to leave the place before it completely burns down, jin mu taking re-sealed fire bird along with them.
park jin jolts awakes coughing up blood. he painfully forces himself to lie on his back, and the camera reveals that heâs been holding maidservant kimâs ring all along. with trembling hands, he puts the ring on himself. you cover your own mouth as you listen to his worn out sobs.
a look of love and admiration shines on his dull eyes, and you swear that he smiles softly, before his arms fall limp on the dusty ground.
is the moon watching? and the stars? have they ever witnessed something so gutwrenchingly tragic?
âhe wore the ring on his pinky! and it didnât even fit halfway!â your glasses is left abandoned beside you again as you finally allow yourself to weep freely.
seeing that you clearly need a break after that heartbreaking scene, jungkook pauses the episode.
âthatâs so cute, but-â you hiccup. âthis is so unfair. they were supposed to get married and have babies!â
âoh, baby. i know.â he coos softly, hugging your side and peppering your cheek with kisses. his own tears drip from his chin and he brushes them away with the back of his hand. âtheir souls will be together in after life though, donât you think?â
you gradually grow quiet and calm at the thought he proposed, but- âi donât think they can make babies there.â
âshit.â he chuckles as his forehead lands over your shoulder, glasses slightly sliding down his nosebridge. âyouâre right.â
âthis is too much. i canât-â you blow your nose in sheets of tissue paper before throwing them in the bin you dragged next to the bed earlier. âit hurts so much. they just wanted a peaceful life together.â
the two of you grieve for the what ifâs and what couldâve beenâs. he canât possibly think of anything more tragic than being forced in a position to choose between the love of your life and the humanity; only to end up perishing at the hands of the evil who made you do it.
and what did he have left? a lifetimeâs worth of love to take with him to the grave, and whateverâs left of his pride and dignity? jungkook wouldnât want any of those. he only wants you.
he lifts up his head, a small smile playing on his lips, swollen and cherry-colored from the nervous nibbles of his bunny teeth. âweâre crying like this and theyâre not even the main characters.â
âneed to sue the writers for emotional damages.â you groan, tense muscles slowly relaxing in your boyfriendâs embrace. âhow many minutes left?â
â40 minutes.â
âi canât even open my eyes anymore. sorry, babe. my head-â
itâs almost as if itâs been dunked underwater. the throbbing pain spreads numbing pressure from your temples to the back of your head.
âi told you we can finish it tomorrow. itâs fine.â
jungkook briefly leaves your side. the television screen turns black after he pulls out the plug. he throws away the crumpled tissue papers, and then he places your glasses on the safety of the nightstand.
âhow cute⌠donât fall asleep on me yet.â he fondly coos at your half-asleep figure. âyouâre dehydrated. drink some water first.â
a straw pokes your lips. with your eyes shut closed, you hold onto his wrist to steady the tumbler as you take a long sip. by the time you let go, the water has reached the line indicating that thereâs only three quarters of it left.
you softly fall back on your pillow with a âthumpâ, turning your back on him to face his empty side of the bed. he also drinks his share of the water before filling in the blank beside you.
he hums in acknowledgement when you pull at his arm to make it your personal pillow, leaving his own glasses on the nightstand as well before facing you.
you give him a small hazy smile, threading your fingers through his soft and luscious hair. âlove your pretty and healthy hair.â
âi love you.â he whispers like a confession as he strokes the back of your head. âclose your eyes now.â
âi love you, too.â with a peaceful sigh, you nuzzle your face against his chest. âjungkook?â
âhmmm?â
âwere you happy today?â
a lump grows in his throat, bigger than the one he felt when he was browsing through engagement rings online. emerald cut, cushion cut, round cut. sapphire, ruby, diamond. size 4, 4.5, 5, 5.5, 6, 6.5⌠he was hanging on the thin line that separated excitement and anxiety. the two-hour train ride passed by like a radio song he didnât pay attention to. but you donât need to know about that. not right now.
he swallows it down, embracing you tighter. âi still am⌠happy. if i delete those scenes from my memory.â
âme too.â you mumble before succumbing to the void of darkness beneath your heavy eyelids.
â
between the alcohol and the coffee that he simultaneously drank, it looks like the latter won the upper hand. more than twenty minutes later, jungkook is still wide awake, overcome by his clamorous thoughts. the conversations he had with his friends echo in his mind, and he paces back and forth between your shared past and future. the future⌠there is no future if there is no you.
he closes his eyes, instructing himself to focus on the steady rise and fall of your chest instead of the things he cannot control.
he kisses the top of your head. âi love you so much.â
however, he wonât be able to sleep peacefully until he learns what happens next. he needs the closure because he would truly despise having a bad dream about them. after all, they didnât show maidservant kim dying. there is a glowing firefly of hope heâs been enchanted to follow into the abyss of the night.
with careful movements, he wears his glasses and his wireless earbuds. he holds his phone using the arm youâre lying on, while his hand under the blanket absentmindedly rubs your back, palm smoothly running up and down the expanse of your skin.
his jaw slacks open only three minutes after he picked up where you left off. jang uk, the male lead of the show, reveals to those grieving infront of the three empty coffins that their loved ones did not pass away.
the following scene unveils park jin, alive yet unconscious on a bed, and maidservant kim who is holding his ring-clad hand, weeping for the traumatic night the two of them suffered.
jungkook chuckles in great relief, blinking away the tears from his glassy eyes.
âfuck, theyâre alive.â
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âfuck, theyâre alive!â you almost choke on the haejangguk, a hangover soup, that you started to heartily eat not even two minutes ago. âi almost died crying last night and it turns out that they lied to me?!â
jungkook chooses to feign ignorance. he innocently watches the screen with his wide doe eyes, bunny teeth biting at the rim of his glass of white milk.
âwow, iâm speechless.â he squeaks out. âhow did they even get rescued?â
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idk if this counts as a soft thought but ... imagine a dk who used to be short when he was like 12 and used to be really nice to you then when you graduated from elementary school he vaguely told you he liked you and you went :0
and then fast fwd 4 years later, you're going to the same high school as him and he says hi and ure like shit. he grew taller. tanner, his voice is deeper (you'd always thought it'd already broken in elementary sch but turns out it didn't)
just đŤ đŤ childhood friends to lovers dk !!
first of all ty for sending smth in kimchi cause istg i was dying earlier like my tumblr is so DRY and ur the only person who indulged my boredom yayay!! also this is LITERALLY making my head spin like crazy cause just think abt it skjdks
warnings: fem!reader. mention of seokmin getting bullied both in elementary and middle school, and he gets taller, tanner, hotter, and has straighter teeth and a deeper voice by the time he's in high school. not proofread and written on tumblr which i never do so it might be ATROCIOUS but its soft thoughts anyway so it doesn't have to be perfect <3
wc: ~1.1k.
ofc you loved to spend time with seokmin when you were in elementaryâ like you two were practically inseparable. and you first met him when you saw him getting bullied by some jerks in the same year as you. ofc you told them to go away (might've punched one of them just to get your point across, but you and seokmin swore that you would never speak of that detail again). they were so scared of you after you threw the punch that it actually worked and they never bothered him again. and little seokmin was practically in awe of you since that very moment and ofc he develops a small large crush on you </3
but you two end up getting cruelly separated when seokmin tells you that because of the need to move for his parents' work, he's going to be put an all-boys middle school while you're still going to the regular mixed one that most of the kids from that same elementary were going to. during your middle school years, seokmin doesn't cross your mind a lot. it's only when you get a confession from a boy in your class that you're reminded of him and that last day of 5th grade.
you couldâve sworn you heard the words âI like youâ fall from his lips except it was so quiet and murmured that youâre not quite sure if it actually happened or if your brain wanted it to so bad that you hallucinated it into existence. and since you're not positive that he did actually confess to you (or that he would still hold the same feelings he did at 10 as a 15 year old), you don't hope for anything else concerning seokmin. much to your 10 year old self's disappointment, because of course you had already imagined a whole life together with your best friend. you don't remember it having any distinction as to whether seokmin was still your best friend or if he was your boyfriend, but it didn't matter to you as long as he was still in your life.
but the first day at your new high school you realize that youâre so fucking screwed itâs not even funny. because as youâre looking at the list of students and what class their first period is you recognize a very familiar name and your brain practically goes blank.
lee seokmin.
and god damnit he has science as his first period just like you. so as you walk into the class youâre frantic to scan the room for any short boy with milky skin, crooked teeth, and a high pitched slightly squeaky voice that you absolutely adored at the age of 10. but heâs not there; well, at least, not fitting that description of him that you remember.
the boy who you quickly see waving excitedly to you is in fact the lee seokminâ you can tell from his name tagâ but god had he changed. he had grown at least 20 cm from the last time you saw him because even sitting in his desk he looked lanky. not only his height had changed, but he had also gotten tanner. and he mustâve had braces at some point in middle school because his teeth looked straighter. and his voice. god his voice alone had your heart racing. you couldâve sworn it had deepened two octaves at least.
and it was hot.
the boy who you could only label as your adorable, nerdy, loser best friend who cowered behind you in the face of bullies was hot.
this turn of events rendered him almost unrecognizable. and you were sure you wouldnât have been able to recognize him if it werenât for his smile, which was as bright and beautiful as always, with or without the crooked teeth.
and maybe it was that smile that made you just a little relieved that he hadn't changed as much as his appearance had. so you gathered some confidence and walked over to the desk he was sitting in and slid into the seat next to him. you returned his 'hi' that he had shot you from across the room, and as soon as you did, you were practically tackled in a hug.
and it felt the same as his old hugs, which was a relief to your mind but not to your heart, which doubled its speed at least. before your class started, you somehow managed to get up to speed with all of seokmin's middle school years (you were so glad that he was still as talkative and unserious as you remember).
"you don't know how worried i was walking in 30 minutes ago. the school is so big and none of my old classmates go hereâ though maybe i should be thankful for that. but as soon as i saw your name on the student list, for some reason, i knew it would all be okay. you're hereâ you're actually here. so they can't touch me."
he said all of this with the biggest smile on his face and you were sure your eyes had actual hearts in them as you listened to him explain everything animatedly.
you and seokmin talked and talked and talked. he would walk you to your class just to keep the conversation going before the second bell rang and he had to race off to his next period on the other side of the building. but he didn't mind being late every time if it meant getting to hear you laugh for 3 minutes longer.
you were back to being best friends with seokmin, and neither of you could be happier. what was most relieving was how it all fit back into place without any struggle. as if seokmin was a puzzle piece that had been temporarily dropped on the floor and had just been picked up again and put back where he belonged (by your side).
you never got the courage to ask seokmin about that last day of 5th grade until your 3rd year of high school together when you had gotten a little tired of seeing a certain classmate of yours which you despised talk so openly about her crush on seokminâ even in front of him and you. so even though your throat got all tangled up as you brought up the topic, you forced yourself to at least ask him the question.
"did you like me when we were younger?"
and his answer came so easily and naturally that you had to double-take.
"of course i did. wasn't it obvious?"
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an: me if writing and publishing smut written at 3am thats kinda proofread was illegal
but fr i literally dfk if this is bad cause im lowk half asleep so if its ass⌠so sorry. but i hope i did okay?? and that it makes sense?? i feel like im better at writing oral rather than fingering LMFAO
warnings: 18+, top!tzuyu, fingering, grammar mistakes probably sorry
non idol college au btw
staring at you from the comfort of your bed, it wasnât difficult for tzuyu to tell that you were struggling with your studies. quiet sighs left your mouth every few minutes or so, and the frown painted on your face only made her want to help you more â though how could she? she knew nothing about biochemistry, but you were just so stressed, she needed to find a way to ease your mind.
the eraser from your pencil repeatedly tapped the bottom of your lip and you seemed to have no control over the up and down movement of your leg.
flipping the paper over, you adjusted your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
cute, tzuyu thought to herself before throwing her legs over the edge of the bed. she pushed off with her hands and made her way over to you.
she stood tall above you, but that was nothing new. her arms wrapped their way around your neck while her lips met the side of your cheek.
you closed your eyes, immediately relaxing into her touch. another kiss was placed, this time on your neck. then another, and another and another.
tzuyu was pleased with her effect on you.
âcome on baby, you need to take a break.â she pushed, spinning you around so you were met with her face.
the first thing you notice is her lips, wet from the lick of her tongue and smeared lightly of blush colored lipstick. her eyes, however, were tinged with something you couldnât quite place.
tzuyu cupped your chin gently, catching your attention once more. âbreak.â
you hummed with uncertainty. âmy exams are a few days away.â
âyouâll do well, you always do baby.â
âbut i still have so many units to go over, so many definitions to memorize, so much material i need to know like the back of my hand within the next three days.â you rushed out.
your girlfriend rolled her eyes, âyou always forget to take care of yourself when you study this hard.â
âprobably because its not that important.â you mumbled, though you regretted the words as soon as you finished speaking.
tzuyu was quick to react, dragging you to your own bed by a harsh tug of your wrist. she was the least bit pleased with your statement.
âfine. let me take care of you then since you wonât do it yourself.â she grumbled, pushing you flat on your back.
your shirt was quickly thrown on the floor and your pants were roughly tugged down your legs. you were left bare while tzuyu remained covered in silk panties and a see-through lace bra. it was unfair in your opinion, but you were still happy to be able to feel her skin against yours.
her tanned legs straddled the sides of your waist, hips grinding against the base of your abdomen. she bit her lip, leaning down to place her hands on your chest, giving your boobs a gentle squeeze.
âpretty girl.â tzuyu whispered, continuing her massage, occasionally tugging at your nipples.
and despite the damp spot forming between her legs, she halted her movements to smother you in kisses.
tzuyu was sweet like that.
she smiled down at you and took your hand, trapping it within the silk fabric she wore.
âyouâve made me a mess.â you wanted to feel her completely, but tzuyu had your arm angled just right so you couldnât curl your fingers inside of her.
âtzuyuâŚâ
she shook her head, âhave you already forgotten what i said? i know you want to help me, but iâm the one taking care of you.â
climbing off of you, her body rest to your right side. there was a smirk on her lips. you felt small the way tzuyu was staring at you.
âspread,â she demanded. âwider. there you go, so wet already.â
tzuyu slowly began circling your clit and you whined already wanting more.
she quickened her movements upon hearing the sound of your breathing pick up, only to slow down when she could see you attempting to buck your hips.
âdonât tease tzuyu⌠please.â your voice cracked.
why should she listen to you?
âjust getting your body relaxed.â she shrugged, speeding up the circular motion of her fingers.
your body reacted like a magnet â eyes screwing shut, fists grasping at sheets, hips attempting to lift themselves up.
she repeated this process a total of three times. both of you knew she couldâve gone much longer, but tzuyu wasnât mean, not now anyway.
when you started to crumble, she knew it was only fair for her to comply with her original statement.
âiâll take care of you now, donât worry baby.â she cooed.
slender fingers began teasing your hole and you almost cried out in frustration thinking tzuyu lied. she only proved you wrong when she began pumping them in and out of your pussy.
you could no longer be quiet for her. the repeated force of her curled fingers and the kissing and sucking on your neck was finally enough to bring you where you needed to be.
your legs clamped shut around her hand, but that didnât stop tzuyu from continuing to finger you. however , this time she let you rock against her hand, this time she let you hold on to her, fingernails tearing at her skin, this time she let you cum.
âfuck, tzuyu!â your body trembled vehemently.
she slowed the pace of her fingers helping you ride out your orgasm.
when you finally met her eyes there was nothing but admiration found. this wasnât unusual though, you often caught tzuyu staring at you with different forms of love in her eyes. sheâd never admit that to anyone else though.
you snuggled into her side, eventually succumbing to a much needed nap, one that tzuyu would be happy with.
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⢠Bubble-hawk â˘
Pairings: reader x Jude Bellingham
Warnings: fluff
Moving in together was something you and Jude had spent alot of your relationship fantasising about, those dreams only increasing in need and want when Jude made the move over to Dortmund and you began university. The two of you would squeeze in facetimes and text messages every second you could find in your busy schedules, and almost always the conversation would move to how much easier and simpler your relationship would be if there wasn't a literal ocean between you. Of course you both traveled back and fourth between the UK and Germany whenever you could but it still wasn't the same. You even found yourslef wishing on a few occasions that he still lived at home with his parents like he did before. When you would sneak in through his bedroom window each night just to fall asleep beside him and leave in the morning before either of your mums would notice.
Years after those little "I can't wait until I can come home to you everydays" began, it was finally your reality. Thought the first week had been nothing less of a nightmare. But even With shipping companys delivering late and a cupbaord shelf caving in causing a landslide of plates crashing to the ground, you couldn't be happier that you were finally settled in and the weekend had arrived. There was still little bits of work that needed to be done around the house before you would fully consider yourself moved in but after spending the first week with Jude everything was quickly becoming home to you.
One of the many things that drew you and Jude to the house, were the bathrooms. They were gorgeous. You particularly felt drawn to the larger then life bathtub in the en suit for yours and Judes bedroom. Instantly picturing how relaxing your sunday self care sessions would be in a bath of that size.
You'd been looking forward to it for much longer than you cared to admit. So when sunday evening rolled around you basically skipped up the stairs after you'd put the dishes from dinner into the washer and left Judes waiting for him on the side, knowing he wasn't far away from being home after a he'd played in a match earlier in the day.
Once in the bathroom you closed the door behind you, not really caring to much about locking it, your first step in the never changing routine was to set up your playlist the sound of SZA's voice filled the room as you happily danced around grabbing everything you needed.
You weren't aware of how long exactly you'd taken to gather everything and start running the bubble bath and you were sure it hadn't been to long. But soon enough with your back to the door you heared it creep open. you were looking down at the tub checking you hadn't run it to hot or cold, when you felt Jude's arms wrap around your waist and his chin drop down onto your shoulder.
"hey baby" you spoke softly spinning in his grip to face him placing a sweet kiss on his pouty lips. "you started without me" he teased nodding over to the skincare you'd laid out on the side. "I didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted to join in" you huffed a laugh "let me just have my bath then we'll start" you said unraveling from the mans arms as you remembered it was in fact still running behind you. You turned the tap off satisfied with the depth, warmth and bubble ratio.
But by the time you'd done that Jude was already tugging his shirt up over his head, "we'll just share to save time" he joked, his joggers quickly falling to the floor beside his discarded shirt. Jude slide into the bath first as you still stood in your robe. His arms stretched out to rest along the edge of the bath has he leant back sighing happily the bubbles covering him. He looked up at you with a smirk reaching out and tugging the tie on your robe making it fall open. "come on baby get in, cold without you"
You shook your head laughing as you left your robe hung on the side and went to get into the bath, your original idea was to sit opposite Jude and face him. But as you stepped in his hands went to your waist rearanging you sit between his legs. Tugging you so your back rested against his chest. "much better" he stated. The two of your wearing matching smiles, as you both relished in the comfort of the warm water and eachothers presence. you silently praising whoever chose to build such a large tub, it really was the perfect size for two.
No words were spoken for a few moments, you both sat in silence listening to whatever song was now playing. Judes hands left the tub edge and came forward his fingers playing with the tips of your hair that floated ontop of the water. "want me to wash your hair" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement rather then a question. You sat up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him, "only if you let me do yours too" you countered, knowing that as much as he loved to take care of you he was also tired from a long day and needed the care and attention aswell.
Jude nodded in agreement before he went to reach for the shampoo, though he hesitated slightly when he saw the amount if bottles beside him. You laughed before picking up the right bottle and handed it to him. He squeezed out the product and got to work lathering it into your roots. His fingers massaging your scalp at the same time, you let out a sigh releshing in the feeling, making him grin. Jude rinsed the shampoo out from your hair and continued on with the conditioner. A smile never left your lips and you were having a hard time telling if it was the water that was keeping you so warm or if it was the growing feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Jude finished and you switched places your back now against the edge and Jude between your legs. He sat scooping up bubbled in his hands as you worked your way through his hair routine, blowing them out of his palms and getting them all over the bathroom floor. When you were done Jude spun around and sat opposite you, a cheeky smirk replacing his smile. He scooped up another handful of bubbles and blew them over into your face. Laughing as you wiped them out fo your eyes. A playful frown tugging at your features had him lunging forward clutching even more bubbles, so many you were surprised that there were even any left in the bath after his antics. He dumped the handful ontop of your head and another cackle left his lips. Jude grabbed your wrists and stopped you from swiping the bubbles away.
"you know..." he trailed off his tingue poking his cheek in concentration as he reached up and started shaping the blob of bubbles. "...maybe a mohawk is the look for you" he chuckled sitting back and admiring his work. You laughed along with him as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. "It's definitely a look. I dont know about it being the look" you giggled shaking the blob from ontop your head.
"no no, I think we're onto something here, the bubble mohawk is really gonna catch on" he teased his hands dropping onto your knees as they were proped up beside him.
"the bubble-hawk" you mocked, his eyes instantly lighting up as he laughed.
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Wiggy Wednesdayđ§ 𪹠- A Robin (Buckley) Hood au
tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @shares-a-vest and @hotluncheddie Thanks guys!!! đđŤđ
continue-the-game tags at the bottom, you guys absolutely don't have to read this whole thing for it, it won't hurt my feelings cause this thing got long sgnxgnxnh
đ>> EDIT: @carolperkinsexgirlfriend expanded on the aro robin thing and its literal perfection!! <<đ
tbh the past few days ive felt like i was loosing my spark a bit (could be a medication thing now that i think about it) so the plans for today are to rewatch some really damn good motion pictures, feel some emotions probably, and go from there.
having said that, i was able to put together a fun little idea about Robin Stranger Things as Robin Hood, Steve and Little John, either Vickie or Chrissy as Maid Marian. Chrissy would fit the secretly badass princess type very well, thinking princess peach in the mario movie, while vickie would be slightyyy more tough girl princess, thinking fiona from the first shrek. I'm not like a huge fan of slapping character names into roles just because, so i think most antagonists would be of the robin-hood-world and some might get left out. Dustin and Erica would be there, possibly as merry men, or i also think itd be cool to mix another vaguely-medieval story that fits the kids group better, have it be something in the backstory or future or something like a story living in the edges of this one. Eddies also an easy fit as the minstrel and could be tied to chrissy's story too if you want
im not planning on writing anything for it, but the story ideas that are jumping out to me rn are mostly characters meeting/origin stories. Steve and Robin meet early on in her outcastery, Robin in jail for stealing and Steve also locked up close by either for something outrageously stupid or something definitely illegal but for the sake of his little brother and friends. They swap stories and then swap even more jokes and fun banter. Either Robin loops him in on her plan to break out, or Dustin and Erica come to break Steve out during her escape and they all team up. Maybe a little part where they visit Dustin and friends, let him know Steve's fine even tho him and Robin are fugitives, maybe Dustin tries to follow them but they have to send him back until he's old enough to move out, an emotional "we're not gone forever" talk, concluding with Robin and Steve heading off to camp in the woods and figure out what's next. maybe robin comes out here, maybe steve had confessed and whatnot similar to the show, maybe robin just needed to establish that she's not into him before they started adventuring just the two of them. Maybe she mentions her future plans, to stay firmly on the laws bad side, maybe to reunite with the lady she found at the edge of palace gardens, something that would make the road alongside her rougher than his already will be, and Steve chooses to join her anyway.
also a romantic subplot with Chrissy or Vickie.
if its chrissy, i think itd go similarly to the disney movie (relative to vickie's anyway), chrissy has her princessy life and through circumstance (maybe an archery contest, maybe they run into each other, probably a combination of run-ins) they meet and are into each other, maybe Robin crossdresses and after she's revealed to be a girl Chrissy's head over heels, maybe Chrissy runs away, maybe robin wins her favor, lots of fun princess tropes to play with.
with vickie, i keep leaning into the Fiona-style angle where she very much doesn't care to be in a royal setting, not rejecting femininity just spinning the princess archetype on its head. So maybe she's a runaway, maybe she rescued herself, or maybe she faked her death or something extreme, and she runs into robin (maybe robins disguised and she looks extra rougish, maybe vickie had only heard bad stories about her) and they fight. if vickie wins she notices in her victory robins actual personality, realizes shes not aggressive like expected and they talk, and if robin wins she does a mercy thing, maybe disarms her to get enough time to run off and vickies like đ¤¨mysterious𤨠or they spark up conversation. Maybe part of Robins group comes in either ready to defend her or diffuse the situation and their appearance soon splits the fight. lots and lots to play with. one way or another vickie tags along or joins the group, she and robin fall in love, yippee
aaaand third option: polyarmory, where chrissy joins the group first, they run into vickie second, and the three of them fall in love.
fourth option: aro robin (lol get it. cause. arrows.) who picks up princesses (plus steve too) like its her job and those princesses fall in love
r*nance (* for search because this isn't exactly abt them, NOT to be a dick about it) could work too ig but its not my jam so im not diving into that angle
i also love the idea of expanding robins relationship with any of the kids (Dustin and especially Erica, because scoops troop has solid character dynamic potential thats barely touched. Robin and Max too, and it'd make sense to bring in Lucas too with his ties to both Erica and Max)
if this gives anyone else brainworms and you want to write it, absolutely go for it, i know im definitely not going to sit down and write scenes or anything for it, and if you're comfortable tag me so i can read it!!
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#wiggly wednesday#robin buckley#rovickie#buckingham#platonic stobin#robin x vickie#robin x chrissy#robin and steve#steve and robin#steve and dustin crumbs because who am i if not a steve and dustin bitch#stranger things#vickie stranger things#chrissy cunningham#steve harrington#robin hood au#whats their polyship name??#rovickssy#robin x vickie x chrissy#stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#qpr stobin#stobin brotp#honestly now that i think abt it theres so many ships you could do in this au#im fond of a rovickie & steddissy reality personally#devon thinks sometimes
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Peter Quill x Reader
Dinner (can read breakfast first)
Description: After Peter and Yn have their first kiss, Peter takes Yn out to a nice dinner.
Wc ⥠5.1k
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Warnings ⥠Swearing, possible spoilers, suggestive content
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âSince weâve known each other for years does that put our relationship at a higher ranking? You know more perks?â Peter grinned laying next to me in his bed. He held one hand up to toss a ball into the air and catch it which left me flinching and or hiding my face into his side after he accidentally dropped the ball on my head once. His other hand was wrapped around me and I laid sideways holding a hand over the side of my face that was in the line of fire to the ball.
âWeâve literally only been dating for like nine hours,â I peeked out from my position to see the ball flying right toward me again causing me to flinch out of the way and get hit in the shoulder. âPeter Jason Quill!â I scolded through laughter. âYouâre done,â I sat up to retrieve the ball thatâd rolled onto the ground. âYouâre done.â I picked it up off the floor and tossed it across the room making it into his clothing hamper.
He let out a little cheer and a laugh showing that he was impressed. âThat was hot babe,â he put the arm he used to toss the ball under his head and reached the other out toward me motioning me in by doing little grabby fingers in the air.
I started toward the bed before catching a glimpse of his alarm clock stating it was 7pm. âWhat?! Itâs already seven?! Weâve literally been laying in your bed all day long,â I gasped in realization. âIâm hungry,â I whined out to Peter in hopes heâd take the hint and feed me. Yes I could feed myself but I have a boyfriend now, thatâs his job. KIDDINGâŚ
He looked to the clock and sighed. He was definitely a lazy boy, but part of him really did just want to cuddle and enjoy this new relationship. Especially since heâd longed for it for so long. He sat up and walked over to his dresser to grab his phone. He spent some time scrolling, what I assumed to be looking something up. Then turned back to me with an excited smile. âHow bout this? You go put on a nice dress, and do whatever you need to get ready and meet me out in the main area of the ship when youâre done?â He offered full of excitement and anticipation. Heâd definitely came up with some sort of little plan and it made my heart race a little at the thought.
âA dress? How cute? Like fancy? Semi-fancy? Casual? Sun-dress? Tight? Loose?â I rambled off all the questions that came to my mind at the alarming thought of picking a dress out for an occasion I know nothing about. A problem that a guy definitely wouldnât grasp.
Peter gingerly chuckled at my panicking. He stood close now looking down at me in amusement and love all at the same time. âHoneyâŚâ he began with a grin just staring down at me taking in all my features. He softly placed a his hands on both shoulders and rubbed as he spoke. âGet something semi-fancy, itâs for a dinner okay?â He tilted his head while asking to read my expression.
âOkay⌠honeyâ I replied in a sarcastic tone teasing the nickname heâd given. Not that I minded it, I just found it amusing heâs moving so quick. Though technically we have known each other for almost five years now.
âYeah. Honey. Now turn around,â he took his hold on my shoulders to spin me around. âAnd go get ready,â he said in a playfully fake aggressive tone while smacking me on the butt.
I let out a little squeal at his actions while laughing my way out and to my room to find an outfit. âYou two are gross,â Rocket cringed from the hall as I approached.
âWhy are we gross?â I chuckled. Rocket is always complaining about something. One second itâs me and Peter are annoying and wonât stop fighting and now that weâre happy and have stopped apparently weâre gross. Complaining is just part of Rockets personality at this point so I never really take it seriously.
He looked at me like I were dumb and his comment was clearly obvious. âYouâve been in his room all day long, havenât come out to see the light of day,â he started listing off as if it were offenses for a crime. âIt doesnât take a genius to know what that entailsâ
My jaw dropped and brow furrowed at the accusation. âHey! I donât just sleep with people whenever you know, I only do when Iâm in love and itâs deep enough into a relationship! I make it a point to be very against stupid hookup culture whether thatâs Peterâs past or not itâs gonna be his future,â I defended. Now that I said it out loud that thought kinda does scare me. What if Peter expects that out of me? I mean weâve only been dating one day I donât just throw myself around. Though I know how Peter is with girls. Heâs been around the block. I just hope he respects me enough to wait, Iâm sick of guys using women for their bodies and wise versa. Thatâs not the relationship I want, I want something real and built out of love not lust.
Rocket gave a little âhuhâ seeming impressed and or proud. âWell thatâs actually pretty cool, I didnât know that,â he admitted more relaxed now. He was acting like a father and it was kind of endearing in a weird way. âI wouldnât have cared if you did, just think itâs funny to mess with you, but I think thatâs special. Not a lot of people are like that these days and I think youâre something really good for Quillâ he spoke whole heartedly and it made my heart melt. Rocket never gets like this and when he does you know he means it for real. âAs much as he is an idiotâ he quickly added to even himself out from all the mushy stuff.
âDo you think Peter-â I paused trying to think of how I wanted to word it. âDo you think itâs a necessity for him?â I asked beating around the bush in hopes Rocket got what I meant and wasnât going to make me explain further as I felt embarrassed enough.
He seemed a little taken aback at my tone and serious attitude. âI mean, I donât know itâs Peterâ he shrugged while speaking in an apologetic tone. âI think youâre not giving him enough creditâ he finished with a simple response not wanting to dig any deeper as he truly didnât know what to say. Itâs not like I wonât do it with Peter ever, I just donât want to rush it.
Though I was unsatisfied with Rockets empty response I took what I could get. I headed into my room letting out an exhale. I sat on my bed stuck in my own swirling thoughts before I heard rummaging in my closet making me jump at the sudden noise. I froze and listened as intently as possible ready to pounce on any intruder that could come at me.
âOwww, you big doofus you stepped on my toe!â I heard mantisâs muffled voice snap at someone behind the closed door.
Feeling safe now that I knew it was just mantis and whoever else I stood up and slung the door open. Drax stood with his arms held straight out in a T-pose while Mantis was in the middle of putting a hanger on his arm. He stood there with a few dresses hanging off his arms like he was a clothing rack which made me laugh in confusion. âDang it! The surprise is ruined. We have to tell Quill to cancel the-â before he could finish his sentence Mantis was smart enough to slap her hand over his mouth muffling the rest of the words.
âNooo, the plan isnât ruined, Peter said she is the one whoâs gonna pick out the dressâ she huffed in annoyance toward Drax. Those two bicker like siblings, and honestly get aggravated with one another. Itâs kinda cute though, they have such a strong bond they truly do act like best friends/siblings.
Drax didnât seem impressed with her statement as he was pretty much set on the fact that everything was ruined because I found them in the closet. âSoo, whatâs going on?â I questioned in amusement, more specifically with the way Drax looks right now as a personal shelf.
âWe were going to surprise you by picking out some dress options so you didnât have toâ Mantis informed sadly, her head dipped down. âI wanted it to be easier for you to pick and Peter told us we could pick any dress that was red, but you had so many and I guess we lost track of timeâŚâ
I put my hand on her shoulder in a soothing way. âItâs okay, Iâm perfectly surprised! I like what youâve picked so far, here letâs look at them out hereâ I motioned for them to step out of the closet chuckling as the dresses swayed back and forth across Draxâs arms which were still held straight out.
We ended up selecting three dress options that I was going to try on and set them across my bed. âOkay Drax turn around Iâm gonna changeâ I showed him with my hand as Mantis spun him around and planted her hand over his eyes for good measure. Though I think we all knew that Drax would never look. He wouldnât even want to.
He sat patiently with a grumble at my comment. âI would much rather have my eyes gouged then look at thatâ he scoffed.
I shimmied myself into the first dress which was a little more lose but had red sparkles on it and a few gems. After inspecting myself in the mirror I wasnât sure how I felt about this one. Iâm definitely leaning toward the other two so far. âOkay hereâs the first oneâ I turned to them and stood awkwardly as they examined my outfit.
Drax decided to let out the most insane loud laughter that quite literally made me jump after seeing the dress. âHAHHAâŚThat isâŚ.â He choked out through laughter. âThe funniest prankâŚâ he slouched over, holding his knees trying to calm his laugh. âMantis that was a good prank putting that hideous one in thereâ he complimented whole heartedly.
She smacked his armed with an appalled expression. âI did not put that in as a prank Drax!â She scolded the man.
âOh⌠well then Quill must really like youâ he said more relaxed now, having zero shame whatsoever. He was very oblivious to many things especially social cues. He could move on from something like that within a split second, heck part of me wonders if he even knows he did anything wrong.
âOkay! Next dress then,â I snickered at the situation. I never took anything Drax said seriously which made his comments all the more funny. Iâd never actually take fashion advice from him in the first place.
I decided to save my favorite dress for last as I already knew what I looked like in it and had a feeling I would be picking that no matter what. I showed them the second dress and the reaction was mild yet interested. Then slipped on the final dress and turned to show them the final option.
âWow.â Mantisâs jaw dropped as she looked over the dress and the way it fit my form. âYou look beautifulâ she breathed, she was astonished.
âNiceâ Drax added. He liked the dress I could tell, he just wasnât much for theatrics. âLike a hot Cheetoâ he mentioned one of the Earth snacks I obsessed over making me chuckle. The dress was all red, and tight, it hugged my body in all the right ways which is why itâs always been my favorite.
I did a little goofy curtsy for the two, I donât know how else to take compliments Iâve never really been good with that. âSo, Iâm supposed to go out there now right?â
Mantis perked up and turned to Drax with an eager smile. âYes! ďżźWeâll take youâ she looped her arm with one of mine, and Drax did the same. They lead me out of my room and into the main area of the ship. As soon as we stepped foot into the room I was met with a trail of flowers and fake candles leading to where Groot stood holding a bouquet of flowers.
He held them with both hands smiling so widely. He always looked so innocent and right now he looked absolutely adorable. âI picked pink flowers because I think you like pinkâ he chirped watching me excitedly as Mantis and Drax led me closer to Groot.
âI love them Groot, thank you so muchâ I couldnât help but feel my face start to redden at all of this. Iâve never been put in the spotlight before and it feels so nice and a little overwhelming (in the best way possible). âDid you grow them yourself?â I questioned already knowing the answer. Iâd seen Groot grow flowers within a few seconds off his own branches and give them to people like the sweetheart he is. He nodded happily then held out an arm and grew a little pink flower. He looked at it for a bit then at me like he was awaiting my approval. âWow Groot thatâs awesome dude! I love it so much, seriously. I love you guysâ I started to feel very sappy and emotional. Just seeing how much they care for me is something Iâll never forget. We really are a family.
âWe love you tooâ Groot and Mantis said in sync making each other chuckle. Drax just stood smiling like an idiot, secretly taking in this moment to his heart.
Groot pointed to the door signaling us to move forward that way. Drax and Mantis lead me through and Groot followed behind us. When I got outside I was met with Rocket who stood pretty stylish wearing shades and a vest. âLetâs go princess, Quillâs got me as the body guard tonightâ he joked while motioning me to a very nice modern vehicle. Iâd only now noticed we were on Xandar, just by the look of the car I could tell.
âDonât you look handsomeâ I complimented him knowing full and well heâll be thinking about it for a long time. Rocket likes to act like he doesnât like affection and compliments but deep down he revels in it. He turned and gave me a playful scoff swatting his hand in the air. He motioned me in the back seat first then followed suit. We both sat in the back as a xandarian driver was in the front.
âAlright big guy weâre good to goâ Rocket gave the okay for the driver to leave. The man nodded, already knowing where to go. I didnât realize how elaborate of a plan Peter had made, but this couldnât have been all done over that one little text he sent. Iâm starting to realize Peter had this plan for a little bit longer than I thought.
As the driver began to pull away I looked out the window to wave my friends goodbye. I felt myself tear up at this point, they all look so happy for me. So genuinely happy just to make me happy and I couldnât feel more grateful for it. Theyâre the best family I have ever had, I would never trade them for the world. âAh donât get all teary eyed on me now, weâre not even done yetâ he smiled at me softly. He unbuckled his seat to stand up and reach over and wipe a tear that fell down my cheek. He put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed in a friendly way to comfort me. This only made the tears flow more, making rocket go the full one hundred and pull me in for a hug which I took immediately. We sat like that for a few minutes and I honestly feel like Rocket needed it as much as I loved it.
We pulled into a parking space but I had been too distracted with Rocket to even pay attention where we were at which made the surprise a lot more fun. I knew it was a restaurant of some sort but I have only been to a few on Xandar. Rocket paid the driver and lead me into the restaurant. It was absolutely stunning as most things were on Xandar. The walls were a clean steel with large glass windows surrounding each wall to provide natural light through the entire area. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and each booth had a vase of flowers and a candle. âIf youâre amazed by this then just waitâ he grinned at my expression then motioned me to follow.
We went toward the back wall which confused me until I saw a few elevators. Iâd never been to a restaurant with elevators in it in my life. I couldnât tell if this place was expensive type fancy or just xandarian culture fancy. We stepped in and rocket selected the key with the letter âRâ which only had me even more puzzled. The elevator only took a few minutes until weâd made it to our destination and the doors slowly opened to reveal the rooftop of the building. Rocket took my hand and we stepped out until we found Peter sitting at a little table set up dressed in a handsome tux. Nebula stood next to him and they watched as I approached with rocket.
The roof was completely empty besides us and the one little table so Iâd assumed Peter had to have pulled some strings to get this. He stood from his seat and brushed off his clothes while smiling down at me. âWow, you look amazingâ he stared at me taking in my features completely in awe.
âSo do you, I mean. Wow.â I scanned his outfit again absolutely obsessed with it. He looks amazing in a tux, I just want to kiss him a million times. Acting on my urges I placed my hands on his cheeks and softly brought him closer so I could kiss him.
âAs much as I love the sound of lips smacking together all disgusting like that, I really gotta get goingâ Rocket chimed in from behind us cringing at the sound of our lips. âPete, Iâm still good for the free meal down stairs?â He double checked before getting the okay âhave fun you twoâ weâd said our little goodbyes and heâd left to go eat downstairs.
I turned my attention to nebula whoâd pulled out each of our chairs. I guess my expression was pretty extreme because theyâd answered my questions without me having to say anything. âI got us this table up here but the servers are busy in the actual restaurant area so Nebula offered to help outâ he looked at nebula with an apologetic smile. âThanks by the way, and for this!â He motioned to his nicely styled hair.
My eyes widened a bit as I looked at his hair then Nebula. âYou did his hair?! What?â I found myself laughing at the realization as Iâd never imagined Nebula doing that let alone knowing how.
She shrugged her shoulders. âWhen youâre on a ship with Tony Stark for as long as Iâve been, doing hair comes easy. He insisted on having it perfect despite it only ever just being the two of us waisting away in spaceâ she found herself reminiscing the time with Tony and seemed to be fond of the memory.
âSounds like a Tony Stark kind of thingâ I chuckled. âWell you did amazing, he looks soooo handsomeâ I cooed toward my boy making him grin down at me.
âWell thank you beautiful, you ready to eat?â He handsomely questioned.
I nodded with a smile. He placed his hand on my lower back and led my to my seat and pushed it in before sitting in his own seat. âWhat drinks are you two going to have?â Nebula asked calmly.
âIâll have wine, any, surprise meâ Peter ordered for himself. âScratch that. Anything BUT white whineâ he made a face at the mention of white wine making me laugh.
Nebula nodded taking a mental note then looked at me. âIâll do the same, thank you Nebulaâ I kindly put my hand on her arm to show my appreciation. She smiled and nodded as response like she did for a lot of things. It was sort of her go-to in situations like this. She went off to go collect our drinks leaving Peter and I alone.
He reached his hands across the table to scoop mine up in his, he began to rub his thumbs on the side of my hands. âHowâd I do?â He asked pretty seriously. It was clear he genuinely wanted to know if Iâd liked it which melted my heart. He seemed pretty nervous too, I could tell he put a lot into this.
I found myself sinking into my seat feeling relaxed just holding hands with my boy. âYou did amazing Peter seriously, youâre just- just perfectâ I stumbled to find the words that fit how my heart felt for a second but found it. âMy sweet, sweet boyâ I found myself blushing profusely at the way Peter was looking at me right now. His entire focus was on nothing but me. His expression is so soft and loving it makes my heart squirm.
âI told you Iâd romance the shit out of youâ he smirked referencing this morning. âIâve always imagined the date Iâd take you on before we ever became a thing. The second we kissed I already knew I wanted to do something like this tonightâ he admitted through pink cheeks.
I couldnât help myself but smile at the thought of Peter daydreaming about a date with me. This part of Peter really shocked me, I always knew he was a sweetheart but not like this. It all seems so pure and romantic, I guess I just didnât expect it. âThat is actually the cutest thing in the entire world and I wonât lie I definitely cried in the car because I loved it so muchâ I chuckled at myself.
He gave a little snicker and continued to look at me. âYouâre so prettyâ he sighed in content and slid his fingers into mine interlocking them. âAnd youâre all mine nowâ he thought to himself out loud. âYou hear that? Mineâ he teased but part of him was being serious. He may seem nonchalant but in reality he was pretty decently possessive.
I grinned at the comment. âAll yours Starlord, all yoursâ
âCool. Glad we got that documented because if any guy tries anything with you Iâm gonna kick their ass okay?â He raised his brow as he spoke to give off a serious look.
âIâd kick his ass firstâ I shot back playfully.
He seemed to be really happy with that response. âThatâs my girlâ he grinned back at me.
Nebula made it back with the drinks which was the only time Peter took his eyes off me. She set each glass down in front of us carefully. âOkay, you two know what youâre going to eat?â
The question alarmed me a little because I didnât want to be rude to nebula but we definitely did not spend any time looking at the menu. âUhhâ Peter and I both made a similar sound and glanced at each other with a look. âLet me just double check real quickâ I said while speed reading through the menu.
âYeah, me tooâ Peter added using a very highly sarcastic tone making it obvious now that we hadnât looked at the menu.
âYouâre the one who owes me for this, Iâll charge by the hourâ she poked at the fact that Peter found it amusing but he was the one paying up at the end.
At that heâd sped up his search and landed on the classic steak dinner. âIâll do the steak, and both sides are fineâ he quickly replied while tidying up his menu to hand her.
âMe tooâ I concluded. Iâm definitely a picky eater hut steak is one of the few things Iâll always eat. Plus it made it easier for nebula.
She took the menus from us and made her way back down to get the orders in. âSo can we skip past this awkward new boyfriend thing and just come up with nicknames now? Because Iâve been dying to call you babyâ he asked eagerly. He was pretty much on the same page as me because weâve known each other for years. If weâd just met then sure it would feel rushed, but the amount of times Iâve wanted to kiss this man throughout the years is enough to make this okay.
I nodded in agreement. âI would love thatâ I considered adding a nickname to the end of that sentence but I really couldnât think of what heâd like to be called which sparked my next question. âWhat nicknames do you like?â I asked perking up in my seat at the conversation.
He sat in thought for a minute before collecting his answers. âBabe, baby, handsome, sexyâ he slipped the last one in with a mischievous grin while waiting for my reaction.
I rolled my eyes at the comment. âTwo of those were just you complimenting yourselfâ I called him out on his giant ego. Personally it doesnât bother me, I think itâs cute.
âWell I plan on calling you the last one, along with beautiful, gorgeous, stunningâŚâ he rambled on a bunch of endearing words making my cheeks blush. âAll of those which you are right nowâ he smoothly flirted giving my outfit another look.
âI hate to say it because we all know your ego doesnât need another boost, but you look pretty sexy in that tuxâ I flirted in a playful manner.
âMmm thank you,â he gave a cocky smirk and leaned in closer to the table. âAlthough my ego is actually pretty small, and sad right now and I feel like the only thing that can help fix it is if you kiss meâ he spoke in a soft grizzly tone while eyeing my lips with a grin.
That. Was hot. âOnly because you beggedâ I teased back and leaned into the table meeting my lips with his. This kiss was long and fiery. His hands held the sides of my face and his thumb traced circles as we kissed. His lips were soft and warm. I felt the little prickles of his facial hair against my face, and the warmth of his breathe against me until we slowly pulled away.
Peter and I sat and talked about random memories we had on missions in the past. Funny moments, and just dumb things that weâve all done until Nebula came back with the food, this time Rocket followed holding a bottle of wine. She placed the food in front of us on the table and backed up for Rocket to make his way through. Heâd used the chairs as leverage when pouring the wine in our glasses to refill them, then once the glasses were full with a satisfied smile he began chugging the remains of the bottle. I take it that was the deal he was made for helping. âAlright you two, weâll see you back on the ship, have funâ Nebula dismissed and we said our thank youâs and goodbyes to our friends.
We started eating our food which was absolutely delicious and had little conversation in between. âSo, you wanna sleep over in my room tonight?â He smirked at me wiggling his brows. Im pretty sure I know what he meant by that especially just from knowing who the guy is.
I felt a little intimidated and I honestly didnât know how to answer. Part of me feels like I just owe him sex now because he did all of this for me. The rational side of me knows thatâs absolutely insane and I donât owe that to anyone no matter what. But the other side of me with all this guilt and pressure likes to argue. âUhm,â I felt flustered and I assumed he could tell because his face fell a little bit.
âOh honey, we donât have to do anythingâ he reached his hand out and placed it on mine. âAlthough Iâd never argue with you if you wanted toâ he added with a grin. âBut seriously Yn, I just like being with you, even when weâre dead asleep just knowing your next to me is all I wantâ
His genuine response relieved me and made me feel safe. He definitely just earned himself a ton of brownie points. Iâll keep this in mind for the night things do get frisky. âThank you Peter, that really means a lot to me, and of course Iâll sleep with you tonightâ I smiled at the thought of being cuddled up with him all night. âHonestly if Iâm ever in my room and you wanna sleep over you donât even have to ask just come in and make yourself comfyâ I offered trying not to sound eager but the sentence itself didnât really help that. Truth is I want to sleep next to him every night. Cuddle his cute self.
I felt more at ease when I saw his expression at my offer. He seemed pretty excited about it actually, I could tell that heâs going to take that offer quite a-lot. âWell same with youâ he replied. âBut tonight weâre in my room because I wanna make you watch one of my favorite Earth moviesâ
Peter and I have been sharing our favorite Earth things together and itâs been so fun. Since weâre both from there itâs kind of become our special thing. Itâs always nice having my eyes opened to new things that I havenât seen too. Especially music. âSounds like a planâ I smiled and he smiled back.
We spent the rest of the date talking about our lives as guardians, and random things like that until the sun set. Once we were done Peter had talked with the owner of the restaurant to thank him. Apparently he got this all for free because weâd helped to save Xandar from Ronan a few years back. We still had some perks left.
We got a ride back to the ship and made our way to his bedroom where I laid cuddled on his chest, his arms around me while we watched the movie Peter wanted. I got a few minutes in until I started to feel the heaviness of my eyelids, and my world went black into a peaceful sleep.
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AN// I think I might make another part to this fic series as this is number two now!
#starlord x reader#Peter quill#peter quill x reader#starlord#GOTG#gotg3#the guardians of the galaxy#the guardians of the galaxy fanfic#Peter quill fanfic#Peter quill yn#Peter quill fluff#romance
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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)
genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.
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 After the night of the party at Felixâs place, Minho never uttered another word about it. As soon as he had stepped into the door of his shared dorm with Chris, and his best friend saw the defeated grayness of his face â the stormy crimson rage in his eyes â Chris quickly figured out what had happened.Â
 But Chris never dangled it over his head that he had been right the whole time. Instead, he just gave Minho a long hug and said goodnight to him.Â
 Minhoâs other friends acted similarly, pretending that everything was fine and that they definitely hadnât heard rumors about the party that night and what had gone down at Felixâs Dorm.
 So instead of focusing on the past and shit he couldnât change, Minho threw himself into his studies. He and Hyunjin had a big project they were working on together for one of their fall semester exams, which took up most of his time. And when he wasnât spending hours at the studio practicing on campus, he was at his apprenticeship gig, teaching young middle-schoolers classical and modern dance styles.Â
 Lee Minho was a very busy man, that, everyone knew. And he also knew that the more cloudy his mind was with dark thoughts, the more heâd push himself. The more heâd work, work, work, until one day⌠he'd face an ugly burnout.Â
 But for right then, he was completely fine. Surely, the burnout was very far down the roadâŚÂ
 He couldnât help but hear the rumors, though. About Felix and his crazy friends and the times he was caught having sex with all kinds of people around campus. Minho even saw it with his own two eyes once â when he stopped at the cafeteria to grab a quick bite for lunch before heading to his critical dance theory class. He noticed movement in the very back corner of the place, and there⌠Felix was.Â
 Blond locks disheveled, immaculately dressed, and dripping in pearls and light violet hues. There was a girl with fire-engine red hair right beside him, seemingly resisting the urge to climb onto his lap at that moment. They were making out like there werenât at least a hundred people around them and it wasnât an open, public space.
 Felix had his hands wrapped in the girlâs firey hair, and the purple against the red of their aesthetics caused a shocking display of colors in Minhoâs mind. But mostly, he tried to ignore it all. Just like everyone else around him was doing. So he quickly grabbed his food and escaped from the cafeteria as fast as he possibly could.Â
 There was no use sticking around to watch another person stick their tongues down Lee Felixâs throat. There was never any use in crying over spilled milk.Â
 âMinhoâ what the fuck has gotten into you? You keep misstepping on this part when just a few weeks ago you were doing fine.â Hyunjin said a week later, frustratingly running a hand through his dark locks. They had been in the practice room on campus for most of the day, tirelessly running through the choreo for their routine. The examâs deadline was in a week and they couldnât afford to laze around until then.Â
 Taking a long swig of his cold water bottle, Minho pressed his back against the practice roomâs mirror, offering his friend a deep frown. âIâm sorry Hyunjinnie, I justâ I donât know, havenât been myself latelyâŚâÂ
 He let his voice drawl on into the silence after that. Because they both knew the catalyst for why that was. The practice room grew quiet after that since it was just the two of them what with it being so late on a Friday night. Everyone was busy partying outside the campus grounds or in their dorms sleeping off the stress of exams.Â
 âIs it⌠Felix?â Hyunjin asked, slowly sitting down beside Minho and taking out one of his fidget toys from his gym bag. The guy always had at least five on him at all times â claimed it helped calm him down when he was stressed. Spinning the pink and black fidget spinner between one hand, he reached over and squeezed Minhoâs knee in a comforting gesture. âYou know, you donât have to talk about it if you donât want to. But itâs just that⌠weâre all kinda worried about you. We just wanna help as much as we can.âÂ
 Turning his head to look at Hyunjin, Minho noticed the way his friend's dark brows were wrinkled with concern. The way his eyes sparkled as they searched his face, pulling for any answers he could find there.
  âI know, and Iâm really sorry. Itâs just⌠I guess, I didnât expect to see him again, after such a long time. Chris never talked about him or where he was planning on going after high school, so it kinda came as a shock.â Minho said slowly, trying to find the right words as he shrugged nonchalantly. But the feelings he had were anything but nonchalant.
 âAre you mad at Chris for not telling you? I mean, it is kinda weird that he never really mentioned his younger brother, but I suppose thatâs because he felt there was no need to. Itâs not like you and Felix were best friends growing up, right?âÂ
 Even though Minho knew Hyunjin was right, his words still hurt. Hurt like ice picks digging into his heart, ripping it to shreds with each bit of truth and reality.Â
 Even still, Minho could feel the wallowing sadness bubble up inside of him. âY-Yeah⌠we had an⌠interesting relationship growing up. He was always seen as the annoying, little innocent younger brother. We didnât hang out that much, but the times that we didâ it was nice, I guess.â Minho found himself playing with the battered hem of his oversized t-shirt, completely avoiding Hyunjinâs gaze. Because Hyunjin was perceptive like that and could read anyone like a book with just a single glance.Â
 Hyunjin let out a long sigh, slumping against the mirror behind them. âI think I understand, though. To some extent. It must feel weird, seeing him again after so many years, and to have him be so changed,â Minho watched, as Hyunjinâs long fingers spun the fidget in his hands over and over again. It was relaxing for Minho too, even if he wasnât the one playing with it. âHeâs the opposite of how you always knew him, you know? Thatâs gotta hurt in some way. Iâm sorry, Min, thatâs a lot to deal with.â
 Minhoâs eyes trailed over to the studioâs windows, noticing how dark it was. How late it was becoming. He could just barely catch a glimpse of the moon shining high up in the sky, already halfway across the sky. âItâs not just that, though⌠sometimes, weâd hang out without Chris. When he was out of town for a school field trip or some dumb shit like that.â Minhoâs voice came out as quiet and soft as a doveâs feather. Almost like, if he said it too loudly, the whole campus would hear and berate him for details.Â
 There was a long bout of silence after that. It felt like a confession that he had never made before. He could feel Hyunjin tense up a little bit next to him, just from knowing that this was extremely sensitive information and vital to the situation at hand.Â
 âDoes⌠Chris know about this?âÂ
 Of course, thatâs the first thing Hyunjin would ask. Always putting others first. It was a sensible thing to wonder, too- since Chris was their best friend and Felixâs younger brother.Â
 âNot really,â Minho whispered, swallowing against the dry lump that was starting to form in the base of his throat. He could feel his heart slowly constricting in his chest at the topic change. He was fine talking about their childhood and shit, but not⌠that part of it. âI mean, yeahâ he knew we sometimes hung out when he wasnât around, but I donât think he realized how⌠impactful that shit was to us.âÂ
 He was still staring out the studioâs nearby window, still studying the half-crescent moon. And the more he looked at it, the more he was reminded of⌠his face. Milky, like the moon, shining always andâÂ
 âWhen you say impactful⌠what do you exactly mean by that?â
After Hyunjin's question, there was a long bout of silence. As Minho's thought paused in his head, and he weighed his options... tell the truth, or keep lying about the past once again? In the end, he chose the former.Â
 âI mean like, we fucking fell in love with each other.âÂ
 After that admission, the air in the studio suddenly constricted. Like a bowstring, everything drew taught and frozen. And just like that, Minho was turning his attention back to Hyunjin. Studying the look on his face. For a moment, he was entirely surprised, and then that melted into gentle understanding.Â
 âAnd Iâm assuming Chris never knew about that part?â Hyunjin simply asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow as he spun the fidget in his hands a little faster.Â
 Letting out a sardonic kind of cackle, Minho flashed his friend a fake, bright grin. âYeah, because itâs definitely not weird that an eighteen-year-old was in love with a fucking thirteen-year-old.â He gave Hyunjin a thumbs up, trying to brush it off like it was simply a funny joke. But in actuality, it was a lot deeper than that.Â
 Hyunjin stopped playing with his fidget then, reaching out with one hand and taking ahold of Minhoâs. He squeezed it tenderly, forcing Minhoâs attention back onto him. Hyunjinâs face melted into sympathy, eyes dancing with a myriad of emotions. âIâm sorry, that mustâve been a lot to deal with. But really, the age gap isnât that absurd. I mean, I knew plenty of couples growing up that had even bigger ranges than you guys.âÂ
 Minho squeezed Hyunjinâs fingers back, noticing how the feel of human touch was keeping him grounded in reality at that moment. Helping to stop his heart from beating out of his ribcage and chest. âI know. But it just⌠it felt different between us. I donât know, itâs really hard to explain. We justâ we bonded over our shared depression and love for video games and art andââÂ
 âSounds like you guys had a lot of similarities.âÂ
 âYeah. And now⌠itâs the opposite.âÂ
 Slowly, Hyunjin began drawing senseless shapes across Minhoâs palm. And Minho knew why he was doing it â Hyunjin could always understand when Minho needed help, needed someone to guide him through returning his thoughts to normal.Â
 âI can see that. I think, you probably liked Felix for who he was back when you were growing up. That innocence, and how it sounds like he looked at the world with rose-colored glasses on,â Hyunjin started in a quiet tone, tracing hearts on Minhoâs skin and making the older man giggle a tiny bit. âBut now, heâs changed a lot and it feels like a bucket of ice water was just thrown over your head. Even still, you have to remember that youâve probably changed a lot tooâ youâre not the same young boy that Felix fell in love with. And five years is a big gap of time to have not seen each other, so you have no idea what Felix went through during your absence to have such a metamorphosis in his adult life now.âÂ
 And just at the mere thought of Felix going through such bad hardships in his past that he turned out to be so degenerate and crazed in university, Minho could feel his entire body tightening up. He squeezed Hyunjinâs hand, practically feeling his racing pulse in the pit of his throat.Â
 âOh fuckâ I hope nothing like that happened to him. I donât⌠I donât know what Iâd do ifââ
 Hyunjin squeezed his shoulder tightly, bringing him out of his reverie of panicked thought. âMin, stop. Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that. But what I meant is⌠Heâs probably experienced things that have made him change into the person he is today. Try to understand things from his point of view."Â
 Minho leaned his head against the mirror at his back, squeezing his eyes shut. And as soon as he did, he saw visions of Felix. Of being in high school alone back in their hometown, suffering all kinds of shit at the hands of the cruel kids there. He didnât want to imagine it, but he also couldnât be naive. He knew the kinds of people that lived in their small coastal hometown in Busan. He knew how mean the kids at school could be, how merciless. And Felix probably had walked in there as a beautiful beacon of light. Minho didnât even want to imagine the kind of shit he was probably put through at high school alone.Â
 âHe threatened me when I was leaving his place during the party. He told me to never come back to his dorm.â Minho blurted out, clearing his head of the depressing visions of Felix growing up. Instead, he focused on the way the younger man had looked at him that night, near the elevator. So full of rage and anguish. âHe was so fucking angry with meâ and goddamn it but I was so mean to him.âÂ
 âHaving a shitty college house party be the first time you guys hang out in almost five years probably wasnât the best idea,â Hyunjin said slowly, finally pulling his hands away from Minho and focusing back on his fidget. âItâs understandable why you two would be on edge with each other. Thereâs a lot of water and shit under the bridge.âÂ
 Carding a few fingers between his hair, Minho pulled at the roots as he held his head in his palms. âHyunjin he was teasing me at the party with his friendsâ he was trying to fucking make me jealous, I swear to God.â
 âWell⌠did it work?âÂ
 âIâ I guess⌠I donât know!â He burst out, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. âSorry, I just⌠I hate feeling this way and not knowing what to do about it.âÂ
 Hyunjin let them sit in the quietness of the practice room for a little bit after that, allowing Minho to collect his words and thoughts. Minho could slowly feel his breathing regulating again and his heart beating at a normal pace once more.Â
 âSo then does that mean⌠that you still love him, Min?â
 Staring down at his clasped hands, Minho studied the way his hands were so calloused from dance practice. He did as much as he could to help the problem â exfoliated and moisturized â but nothing seemed to work except taking a break from dance. Which was never going to happen.Â
 âNo,â He finally said, shaking his head slowly. But even as the words left his mouth, they didnât feel quite right. âI mean, it would be stupid for me to. Weâre both so different from who we were during our childhood. And we're too far apart in age and maturity."
 Hyunjin shrugged slowly before he shoved his fidget toy away in his duffle bag and took a long swig from his Pocari Sweat bottle. âI mean, it really isnât that far-fetched. At your core, you guys are still the same people. You just hang out with different friends and lead different lives these days. But youâre still interested in the same things as beforeâ art and video games and whatever other shit.â
 âHyunjin, no. Itâd be fucking weird. Iâm a senior and heâs a freshman. I'm going to be graduating in under six months and he just started. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm dealing with that bullshit.âÂ
 Just then, Minhoâs friend finally stood up from his spot on the hard, wooden floor. He gathered up his things and then offered a hand out to Minho. Taking ahold of it, Hyunjin hoisted him up and offered a slow grin as Minho grabbed his bag.Â
 âYou guys are both adults now. That kinda taboo shit you felt back in the day is irrelevant now,â Pulling out his car keys, Hyunjin started leading them to the front doors of the studio. Hyunjin shared a dorm with Changbin that was about a twenty-minute drive from campus. âSo my advice on everything? Just go with whatever your heart and mind wants. If thatâs to never speak again, great. But if that means something more⌠Iâd say, do it.âÂ
 Minho offered him the best smile he could muster at that moment, completely depleted of all energy and emotion. âThanks, Hyunjinnie. Youâre the best and Iâm glad youâre such a good friend and listener to my crazy problems.â He said, squeezing Hyunjin's arm just as they made their way outside into the chilly autumn air.
 âNow we should both go home and get some rest. We need to replenish our energy for that stupid exam next week.â Hyunjin said, stepping over to the nearby parking lot and unlocking his electric Toyota Camry. âOh, alsoâ Iâm gonna be gone all weekend. My familyâs celebrating my grandmaâs ninetieth birthday back in our hometown in Jeju.âÂ
 âHave fun and take it easy Jinnie. Iâll see you on Monday for another ball-crushing week of practice.â Minho shouted across the parking lot, giving Hyunjin a wave as his friend rolled his eyes sarcastically.Â
 And then Minho was watching Hyunjin pull out of the lot and drive off. Suddenly faced with the silence of only his presence, he realized how heavy his shoulders had felt before talking about everything. Just like that, Hyunjin had helped him tremendously. Without Minho even realizing it, he had been holding onto a lot of shit for the past few weeks. Seeing Felix, and going to the party that night, definitely stirred up a lot of murky feelings inside of him.Â
 Sure, nothing was solved and he still had a lot to process and work through. But the fact that he was even strong enough to get it out of his system accounted for something.Â
 As Minho walked back to the dorm that he shared with Chris, he decided to fling himself into the work of perfecting the choreo for their exam. That way, once Hyunjin came back from his weekend trip, theyâd be all ready to go for the final few practices.Â
 Besides, distracting himself from everything with a long weekend in the studio would do Minho a lot of good.Â
 Help him take his mind off of it all.Â
 Take his mind off of thinking about Felix and what they used to be and what they couldâve been andâÂ
 Yes, dancing would suffice as a therapy.
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"Hey, False!"
"Oh! Gem, hi!"
Just as Gem had hoped, False seemed startled by her sudden appearance by elytra, but recovered quickly! Gem giggled.
"Are you ready to teach me PvP?"
"Wait, what?"
"You know, like you promised me the other day?" Gem asked, slightly confused.
"Oh⌠oh, yeah, right!" False laughed nervously. "Sorry, my⌠memory⌠isn't always great. I remember now!"
"Oh⌠well, that's okay!" Gem tried not to let her disappointment show. "If you're not ready now, we can always-"
"Hey, now! I didn't say I wasn't ready for PvP. You know about me, right?" False smiled confidently, and Gem grinned in return.
"The Queen of Hearts, Heads and Body Parts! Oh, thank you so much! This is going to be so fun!! Don't go easy on me, okay?"
False brandished her sword, but then stopped to consider something.
"I mean⌠are you sure about that? You want to last long enough to learn something from it, right?"
"WellâŚ" It was a good point. Gem couldn't hide behind the excuse of it being a lesson, for what she really wanted. "Okay, when we start doing proper lessons, go easy on me at first, but right now I just want to see what you can do!" She already knew what False could do, of course, but to see it up close, to be slain by the famous Falsesymmetry⌠"Come on, fight me! Let's go!" She swung her own sword enthusiastically, an attack that False easily dodged!
"If you say soâŚ" False chuckled, and prepared to strikeâŚ
The battle was over even faster than Gem expected!
She lay on the path in spawn village, freshly respawned but head still spinning from adrenaline, grinning wildly as she tried to make sense of what she'd seen. One moment, False had been posed elegantly in front of her, the nextâŚ
She had so much to learn. This new life promised to be the most fun yet!
"I'm on Hermitcraft!!" she cheered!
"You sure are!" replied a familiar voice, as False landed somewhere in front of her. "Are you ready to start your PvP training today, like we said?"
Gem sat up, confused.
"False, you literally just killed me."
"Oh? Yeah⌠yeah! I have done that!" False answered awkwardly, and Gem was concerned for a moment. Was her memory really that bad?
But then Gem understood the joke.
"Oh, right! Killing me as a demonstration was so easy, you're ready to start actually training me right away? I'm up for it, sure!" She leapt to her feet, but then her vision blurred for just a moment. "Whoa, maybe gimmie a minute, thoughâŚ" she giggled.
"Right, yes!" False replied. "You just wait right there, and I'll grab your stuff for you."
"Wait, you didn't bring my stuff with you just now?"
"No, I⌠left it in a chest! I didn't realise you'd respawn here. Sorry."
"OkayâŚ" Gem was still a bit too dizzy to fully process what was going on, and then False was flying off, and then Gem sat down once more, this time against a wall, and took a deep breath. Within moments, she was totally fine. Nothing had even been wrong, just, new life, new body. She'd get used to pushing herself a bit more, soon enough.
After all, Gem was great, as the newly coined saying wentâŚ
*****
It was time to practice jump-crits, and Gem leapt high!
âŚAnd higher, and higher, and higher, screaming louder, until finally she landed with an unceremonious thud, all thoughts of the weapon in her hands now a distant memory.
"Whoa, are you okay?!" False crouched down beside her. "Hey, you haven't been taking Jump Boost potions, have you?" she joked, when she saw no sign of physical injury.
"That wasn't a potion effect!" Gem said in a panic, half forgotten Celestial instincts screaming, telling her exactly what had happened but not why⌠"It was like⌠gravity⌠changed?"
If False said anything in response to that, Gem didn't hear it. She almost left, then and there, but she knew that would only cause more panic for False. For all her friends, on Hermitcraft. She promised herself, there and then, that whatever happened next, even if things started to get serious, she wouldn't just abandon them.
*****
"Gem! Gem, where are you?! Gem!"
"False!!" she called in reply. The quakes were getting worse, blocks flying everywhere⌠Stress hadn't been seen in weeksâŚ
But she still wasn't giving up on that promise!
"Oh, there you are!" False sighed in relief, as the two began running hand-in-hand away from the worst of the fractures in the land around them. "Listen, I was thinking, earlier, andâŚ"
"We have to get back to the bunker! I think this one will pass soon!"
Gem hadn't been wrong, before, getting a sense of how the forces holding the world together were⌠interacting, with what was coming. The moon. It was clear now, what was going on. But still, the hermits held out hope. No-one wanted to leave, while there were still people missing.
"Gem, I⌠okay, I trust you."
Had False been about to say something else? It didn't matter.
"WaitâŚ"
"What is it?" Gem asked, as the two of them suddenly stopped.
"I just realised⌠I guess it doesn't really matter now⌠but we would have been having our weekly sparring practice, around nowâŚ"
"Oh." She was right, Gem realised, and she disagreed. It did matter. It mattered a lot, actually, that things were getting bad enough that even the parts of the schedule the hermits actually managed to stick to consistently were coming undone. "Yeah. That's⌠I guess we'll have to do more work next week, then!" Assuming it all blows over by then. You just had to assume, right? After all, Hermitcraft didn't do unhappy endings. Did it?
"RightâŚ"
Then, something happened.
The moonlight, already so much brighter than it ought to have been, seemed to brighten yet again, highlighting everything in blurry white, casting colour away as the two were swept upwards, now clutching both of each others' hands.
It was getting worse, worse, worse, this time they floated higher than ever before, but this time there was no screaming. Just this once, Gem allowed herself to feel some of the peace she so desperately needed, the celestial peace she could easily grasp in full if she just⌠let go.
But she held on. To this life, and to False, her dearest friendâŚ
All around them, the roaring storm seemed to be pure silence, Gem's whisper carrying loud and clear:
"False⌠I promise, I will never leave you."
False's eyes widened, glimmering in the moonlight. The expression on her face suddenly seemed so familiar to Gem, from a distant childhood memory. It was a face she'd never seen since, until now. That intensity of emotion, which drew the great celestials towards humanity and other such creatures, the indescribable beauty that people could bring, even to tragedyâŚ
Oh. From what she'd learned since she last saw it, that face wasn't a positive emotion. But before Gem could think on it any more, the moment ended, moonlight dimmed by a passing cloud, and the two of them gently lowered to the ground.
It was exactly as if a raging storm had passed, and neither of them spoke for a few moments.
Soon, they returned to the bunker, still hand-in-hand.
Days later, Gem wiped away a tear, as she stepped through the portal she had crafted.
*****
Things were a lot different, this season. Gem had started out a bit out of practice, and after a few more weeks, had approached False, both to apologise and to ask for more lessons. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual.
"Let's leave the past in the past, yeah?" False had said. "Things got weird last season⌠I'll be more than glad to teach you again, how's tomorrow?"
But the next day, things seemed⌠different. False apologised, again, and so did Gem, but then suddenly everything was fine, but thenâŚ
Gem wondered just how much of a memory problem False had. Her mood sometimes seemed to alternate each week, but Gem was too polite to point it out. She decided to think nothing of it.
Now, months later, Gem was almost winning more than False! Some weeks, False was going easy on her, full teacher mode, focused on technique and keeping things as even as she could. But other times, when she seemed more tired or stressed⌠Those times, Gem knew she was winning for real! It was fun to see False, the Falsesymmetry, actually struggle to keep up with her!
She was getting so good at PvP, starting to collect as many heads from the other hermits as she could, Geminislay!
But at some point, something changed. Gem didn't know what, only that it started when False missed one week. After that, she was always more reserved. She still seemed a bit stressed, sometimes, but kept the lessons even more professional than ever. She didn't even seem to respond to some of the in-jokes they'd made, during those more intense battlesâŚ
Was it just False's memory problem? Gem wondered if she'd done something wrong, but she didn't want to make things awkward by asking.
One day, she brought up the possibility of practicing less often, if False was getting too busy with her base or anything, andâŚ
It almost hurt, how quickly False agreed.
Still, by this point, Gem was used to relationships coming and going. And with more free time on her hands⌠there was always that other world she had recently noticed, wasn't there?
*****
Gem sighed contentedly, gazing out across her little kingdom.
The Princess of Dawn. It was a nice title, if she did say so herself. She'd say she had big plans for this place, but really she was just going with the flow and creating whatever came to mind, in between how busy she was with everything elseâŚ
Compared to Hermitcraft, this place was somehow more peaceful and less so. Everyone was so much more dedicated to the roleplaying!
At least, that's what she told herself. If everyone here truly believed the stories they'd shared, at that campfireâŚ
Well, one way or another, it was another world, wasn't it?
Suddenly, her daydreaming was interrupted, as she noticed the approach of a familiar face! One she hadn't had a chance to speak to one-on-one, yet.
"Falsesymmetry! How do you do?" she called, from her balcony.
False looked up, something in her eyes, almost startled.
"Um. You're Geminitay, right?"
"Princess Gem, yes," she corrected, but not too harshly. To make it clear there was no harm done, she smiled brilliantly.
"Right, we already know each others' names⌠Well, I just⌠I know we've probably never met before, but I just have this⌠feeling⌠about youâŚ"
"Go onâŚ" Gem leaned over the wall, not bothering to conceal much of her excitement. Oh, everything was so new, and interesting, and here, somehow, was False⌠what was she up to? How was she here? Was it really the same one, if she decided her character was feeling that way? Or was it memories leaking through the multiverse to a different person?
After a few seconds of silence, False decided what to say.
"Do you⌠want to practice sparring, some time? I mean, I'm not challenging you, or anything, it's only if you want toâŚ"
"âŚOh." Well, this was a little awkward. Gem probably should have seen this coming. "I'm sorry, False, I'm⌠a pacifist. The only challenge I've ever accepted was my own, to never so much as hold a weaponâŚ"
"What? Oh, okay. I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked. Stupid of me, really, I mean you are a princess, it makes sense that you wouldn't fightâŚ" She turned away, started walking, faster than she'd approached. "SorryâŚ"
"False, wait! It's okay!" Gem clarified, holding out her hand as if she could stop False from leaving. "I'm not offended at all! You can still hang out with me here, we'll just have to find something else to do, that's all!"
False looked back.
"âŚRight. Thanks, Princess Gem. I'll⌠think about it. Again, sorry. I don't even know why I came hereâŚ"
And before Gem could say anything else, False was gone.
"Huh. What is up with her?"
*****
All the way from Halloween to Christmas. That was how the length of time was measured by the hermits, anyway, the empires had a different system. But however they chose to recount it, it had been months of chaos, two worlds collided⌠and now everything was back to normal for both.
It certainly wasn't as if it had never happened, for one thing she now had a raid farm to look at from both of her shoresâŚ
Gem sighed. On a more positive note, her head collection was looking better than ever! The basement of her elven palace was now lavishly decorated, heads organised in various categories, cells full!
"Gem? Are you down here?"
"Oh, False! Is it time for our practice already?" Gem leapt playfully in the direction of the voice, and in less than a second, both of them had a blade pointed at the other's throat!
"Ah, there you are!" False grinned, and wow Gem had missed this!
Come to think of it, she hadn't spoken to False much during that whole crossover. Strange, really, given that her secret was finally out to most hermits and also Pixlriffs somehow, but she'd heard no word of anything similar happening to False. Even stranger if it was the other option, and she just had an alternate universe counterpart there, that no-one had seen two Falsesymmetries togetherâŚ
But suddenly, that thought sparked an odd sense of deja vu for Gem, and she was distracted, False gaining the upper hand in their sudden battle.
Her disadvantage didn't last long, however, as she swiftly dodged around the stairs to gain the high ground!
"Ooh, too slow, False!" she teased.
"Oh yeah? What if I've got you right where I want you?" False jokingly bluffed.
Again, a flash of memory. But this timeâŚ
"Ahahaha! Now I've got you right where I want you!"
"False! This isn't funny, you know I can't fight back!!"
"Exactly! Might as well get the easy heads out of the way for my collectionâŚ"
"Hold on, time out, what is going on? What kind of character are you playing here? Who are you??"
"Oh, this isn't a game, PrincessâŚ"
"What? Oh, fine⌠Don't do this! I'll⌠I'll tell everyone!"
"No. You won't."
Gem gasped, stumbled backwards and found herself sitting on the stairs. What was that?!
"Wait, Gem, are you okay?" False lowered her sword immediately, and sat down next to Gem.
"I⌠I think I just⌠remembered something? But how did I forget? How did I forget⌠that?"
"Forget what?"
"I⌠it was something on Empires. I mean, in that other world. You know, the one through the Rift?"
"Oh⌠Right, I remember hearing something about you living there too? I'm⌠sorry the Rift closed. Thanks for choosing to stay hereâŚ"
"No, no, it's fine! I didn't even know about the Rift, I have my own way of getting there and back! So⌠is that why I haven't seen you there, since then? Were you using the Rift to get between lives?"
"What? You haven't seen her- uh, me?"
Gem frowned.
"Actually, I've been wanting to ask, but I wasn't sure how. Is it you, in that other world? Like, set aside the roleplay for a minute, is it really? I'm actually confused, here."
"Gem, what do you mean roleplay?"
"I mean⌠like, you know! Stories! Games! Like⌠those times, when we used to spar every week, and sometimes you'd get really intense and mad, but it was always just an act, afterwards it was all fine?"
But False didn't look fine. She looked⌠horrified?
"But that's⌠It was you!!" she gasped, suddenly enraged! "You did this to her! It was your fault!! Ugh, all those times I thought she was blaming me! All those notes she made for herself, 'she did this not you' and I thought she meant me but she meant YOU!!"
"What?? False, stop! Slow down, what are you talking about?"
"She's not me! And she's not my alternate universe counterpart, either!" Tears ran down False's face, but Gem had too many questions to stop now.
"Then who is she?"
"She's my sister! My twin! Or my clone, or I'm her clone, or something! I don't know! The point is, we were always together. The two of us. The two of me. We were the False Symmetry. Until you came along with your oh-so-innocent charm, using us to get stronger and egging her on even after she started to snapâŚ" Realisation dawned. "Treating everything like a game!! That's what was going on, wasn't it? All along! You thought it was all a game, so you never stopped when it was clear she was getting too violent!!"
"Wait⌠what�" Gem was horrified. How could this be true? "But that means⌠she was here? Both of you were hermits?"
"A hermit. We were a hermit. Together. We were exactly the same. Until she started to change⌠How could I have been so blind? Of course it wasn't just this season. Of course we couldn't leave behind all that nonsense⌠it wasn't just the moon. It was you."
"False⌠I'm so sorryâŚ"
A moment of silence.
"Well, it's too late now," False said. "The Rift is closed, and either way, I made sure she can't be a threat anymore."
"âŚWhat did you do?"
"I made her forget. I sent her through it, ages ago, long before the whole crossover thing. That was around the time you offered to stop bothering me so much⌠I guess I never was as close to you as she was."
"Hang onâŚ" Gem thought back on some of her moments with False. "Which one of you was it whenâŚ"
"It doesn't matter. She's gone, and when we were all stuck there I checked up on her. She's fine now, happy⌠Wait, but you said you hadn't seen her in a while?"
"No, but⌠there's something else⌠are you sure she's not a threat?"
False's face dropped.
"No. Wait, no nono no no⌠when you said you remembered something you'd forgotten, just now⌠you don't meanâŚ"
"Something⌠I'm not sure, maybe, but if you said it was never a game to you, or to herâŚ" Gem gasps. It all comes flooding back, full clarity!
The Princess of Dawn strolled down the elegant cobbled street she had just finished laying, admiring her handiwork in the golden light of the setting sun. It was bedtime, so she made sure her wandering took her towards her bedroom, but just a few more minutes of fresh air couldn't hurtâŚ
A cold silver glint of light caught her eye, and Gem's head swiveled towards the shadows, instincts from another life telling her to reach for a sword she didn't carry as she peered into the darkness.
In moments, the silhouette of a cloaked figure appeared, stepping menacingly into the lamplight. The sharp iron knife in their hand glinted once more.
"Uh⌠H-hello⌠Who are you?" Gem politely asked.
The figure said nothing, only took one step towards her, then another, slow, methodical, purposeful.
Gem stood frozen, until she heard a familiar laugh echo from beneath the cloak.
"False?" she asked. "Is that you?"
The figure stopped. Then, Falsesymmetry raised her free hand, and threw off the cumbersome black cape in one fluid motion.
Her eyes seemed blank.
"Looks like I lost my element of surprise⌠Oh well."
In the next moment, False darted forward, knife gleaming!
Gem screamed, and ran into the nearest building, but unfortunately this one only had one door! She was trapped!
"Ahahaha! Now I've got you right where I want you!" False grinned madly, stalking towards where Gem cowered in the corner.
"False! This isn't funny, you know I can't fight back!!" Gem's heart hammered.
"Exactly! Might as well get the easy heads out of the way for my collectionâŚ"
"Hold on, time out, what is going on? What kind of character are you playing here? Who are you??"
"Oh, this isn't a game, PrincessâŚ" False had reached Gem now, and held the knife to her chin, and said the word 'Princess' with such venom that Gem could no longer believe it. She felt foolish for breaking character, this was an incredible plot twist after all!
"What? Oh, fine⌠Don't do this! I'll⌠I'll tell everyone!"
"No. You won't."
False lifted a small vial of dark grey liquid, and smashed it into Gem's forehead, before going for the kill.
"I remember now! She was terrifying! Did that potion make me forget? And she didn't think it was a game??"
"No⌠no, that can't be right! She was happy, she was back to normal⌠But wait, if she used the amnesia potion on you, how did you remember? Gem, what are you?"
"I'm⌠a Celestial. I can jump through worlds whenever I want, and⌠I forget that not everything's a game, I guess."
"CelestialâŚ?" False frowned. "I guess we never tested the potion on thoseâŚ" But then something else dawned on her. "But she can't have just been pretending, when I was watching her. I know her, I know me! The amnesia potion did work on her, but sometimes it breaks? And, and, when she started going crazy, she talked about all kinds of stuff I had no idea about, but maybe she wasn't making stuff up, maybe she was remembering what happened before! Gem, maybe just being around you breaks her amnesia!"
"What do you mean, before?"
"Oh, well⌠It's like I said. We don't know which one of us is older. But, if I'm a clone⌠maybe something happened to her before I came along, that she forgot?"
"So whether it was the PvP, or my magic interfering with her mental block⌠Oh, it really is my fault! And every time she killed me in revenge I thought it was a game! Oh, False!" Gem started to cry, now. How had she been so naive?
"Hey, it's okay⌠wait, have you been sparring with her in that world too?"
"No! At least I didn't make it worse there! I don't fight on Empires, and when I told her that, she didn't seem to want to be my friend anymore⌠I didn't know what to do, that's why I never asked what was going on!" Gem suddenly stood, and dashed up the stairs. "But I can fix it! I'll go take a nap, get to Empires, find her and fix things! I'll⌠apologise! I mean, you said she was the one whoâŚ"
"Wait," False said, running after her, "if you being there makes it worse, what if she can only get better when you're not there?"
"Or, what if it's too late and she's remembered everything, and I can make things better with the real her?" Gem was desperate, but she had to keep believing. Everything always turned out for the best on Hermitcraft⌠exceptâŚ
"Gem, wait!"
Reaching the top of the stairs, Gem turned around.
"And why does she keep her head collection a secret?? Why did you send her to a world where everyone takes murder so seriously for no reason!!"
False stopped.
"I⌠I didn't know where I was sending her⌠I just thought she needed to get away from⌠meâŚ"
"Why? What did you do to her?" Gem thought for a moment. "Other than erase her memories."
"That was my last resort!" False insisted. "I didn't just wipe her mind straight away! I⌠kept her locked up, for⌠a while. Tried some⌠experiments. I was just trying to work out what had gone wrong!"
Gem stared. With effort, she didn't laugh.
"So, it's not all my fault, then?" she said slowly.
"I⌠guess not." False sighed. "Hey. If you do manage to get through to her⌠can you tell her I'm sorry, too?"
Gem nodded, with a sad smile.
"And don't worry. I'll try to keep all of this a secret⌠in both worlds."
"Thanks," False smiled weakly. "Good luck!" she whispered, as Gem dashed away.
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"Tick⌠tock⌠tick⌠tockâŚ" sang a deep, heavily distorted voice. "So⌠a ruler of an empire of iron, with a dark side⌠And, either the wizard managed to ascend, or we have a very interesting visitor from another reality entirely⌠And the Sculk⌠Oh, there's so much fun to be had! Not long now⌠tick⌠tock⌠tick⌠tock!"
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From the "Sparring Practice" prompt of Geminitay appreciation week by @dronepikachu, sorry it's late!
#geminitay appreciation week#gemweek#fanfic#geminitay#falsesymmetry#two of her#hermitcraft#empires smp
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