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uwukillmenowowo · 1 year ago

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Could I request (land of the lustrous) Bort x male reader

M!reader personality:

Could m!reader act like a tsundere and not talk to much, could also have anger issues?

Also could m!reader be based of the gem called: "Aquamarine" ?, Aquamarines hardnesses is 7.5 - 8 btw, you can choose whether m!reader is 7.5 or 8 (Aquamarine is not a character btw) and m!readers nickname could be aqua (like Phosphophyllite is called phos

Okie Dokie anon!

👍

Fly Me to the Moon

[Cover by: me/Kumon]

[Bort X Male! Aquamarine! Reader]

Fandoms:

Houseki No Kuni/Land of the Lustrous

Trigger warnings:

- Angst

- Gaslighting/Emotional Manipulation

[Main Characters:]

[They would've been called they/them but I just gave them these genders so that I don't get confused]

- Reader/Aquamarine - Male - Hardness: 8

- Bort - Male - Hardness: 10

- Phosphophyllite - Male - Hardness: 3.5

- Cairngorm - Male - Hardness: 7

- Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Yellow Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Kogo-Sensei - Male - Hardness: XXXXX

[Notes:]

- This takes place during the eighth and ninth manga. When Phos comes back from the moon and tries t convince other gems to come back with him to the moon.

- Bort is younger than Reader/Aquamarine [For plot]

- Sorry if you wanted something more wholesome Anon

- I know you said that you wanted a tsundere reader but when I finally finished this I realized that it was more of a tsundere Bort. The reader is still quiet yet angry, and a bit tsun tsun, but I feel I made Bort more tsun tsun than reader

History before the story:

- Before Bort. Reader/Aquamarine used to be paired with Diamond.

- Before Reader/Aquamarine was introduced to Bort, Diamond used to tell Reader/Aquamarine that Bort was a gem who only liked to fight.

- Because of that. Reader/Aquamarine didn't really have a good first impression of Bort.

- And the feeling was mutual when you and Bort first met.

- You saw him as a macho fighting jerk and he saw you as someone who was weaker than you looked.

- That was... until Diamond got struck by a Lunarian's arrow pretty badly.

- Rutile couldn't perform fast enough for Dia to go on patrol since there were others who were injured.

- So Bort went in her place.

- Bort expected you to be useless. Only being able to do a bit of damage.

- But H O L Y S H I T

- When he saw you absolutely dominate Lunarian ass. You could say he was inspired. When he was the most recent gem the first others in his life was Dia and Yellow. He didn't spend much time with Yellow so Dia was mostly his only influence.

- Unfortunately with his attitude, Bort never appreciates Dia's attempts.

- Then there was you.

- Ever since your first pairing Bort has been asking Kogo-Sensei t pair with you often.

- Bort says it's because he wants to train under you. Since he was still a bit new t the world and Kogo-Sensei agreed.

- Of course, Kogo-Sensei knew the signs. He was impressed that the Lustrous have been able to figure out those emotions. He thought that the Lustrous have only been able to feel normal emotions. But not deeper ones. So he's been allowing Bort to pair as many times as he wants with Reader/Aquamarine.

- Thus, months turned to years.

- You and Bort have gotten closer

- And by that I mean Bort has been silently admiring you while you're trying to deny everything.

- Bort has been trying to be more like you. Quiet and calm, graceful while fighting, strong, powerful, not showing weakness to anyone.

- And you noticed his change in demeanour.

- You must admit when you first met you thought he was going to be an annoying prick. Like how Lapiz Lazuli was. but he wasn't.

- He merely just ignored you and you ignored him.

- But after fighting side by side for so long you started to feel... excited, whenever the both of you would change partners just to team up. of course, you never showed it since you'd be too embarrassed to.

- Now, since he was unknown to most things and Dia and Yellow were his first partners there were many things he didn't know of.

- And you were the one to show him true pain.

- The pains of watching a gem being taken away.

- That was with one of your best friends, Blue Topaz. That day turned you from a humble, calm gem. Into an internally emotional train wreck. With more anger issues.

- You've witnessed many gems getting taken but Blue Topaz has got the be the most influential on you... and Bort.

- Bort was terrified for you and the others after that. Ever since he saw Blue Topaz get shattered before him, and then taken away forever he's been scared about you. Of course, he tries not to show it.

- Ever since that he's been trying his hardest to get stronger in order to protect the others.

- And then after many years Phosphophyllite came into the world.

- This upset Bort for more reasons than he can count.

- Phos is one of the lowest hardness gems and is practically useless in everything. But for some reason, Reader/Aquamarine finds that uselessness "cute"

- Thus began the hatred for the mint green gem.

- Phos on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the hateful stalker stares that Bort was giving him.

- But that didn't matter to him if others hated him. He has a super cool, humble, awesome, strong, quiet, supportive big brother after all!

- The entirety of his life, Phos has been babysat by Reader/Aquamarine... Probably because they almost look alike. The only difference is that Reader/Aquamarine is more on the blue side with a Hardness of 8 [And is taller]. While Phosphophyllite was more on the green side with a hardness of 3.5 [And is hella short].

- But that just made Phos feel that much more loved. He truly does see Reader/Aquamarine as his older brother.

- During all his hardships, Reader/Aquamarine was always there for him. Whenever he gets shattered, destroyed, or feels like he's about to give up. Reader/Aquamarine was there to get him out of dark times.

- Then there was the time Bort teamed up with Phos.

- Bort has been keeping all the anger and jealousy that has been directed to Phos and when they got to the cliffside for duty it took everything in Bort's crystallized body to not shatter Phosphophyllite right then and there.

- But Bort kept himself restrained because he knew that if he shattered Phosphophyllite then Aqua would not only scold him, but hate him.

- Bort didn't want to lose him so he made up reasons to hate Phosphophyllite.

- Then there was hibernation. Hibernation has got to be Bort's favourite time of the year. Because each time Bort gets to sleep besides Reader/Aquamarine.

- Both of them didn't mind each other's company though.

- And when they woke up Phosphophyllite has changed again. Golden arms.

- Reader/Aquamarine was especially worried since Phos's personality had changed.

- Then there was the news about Antarc.

- Reader/Aquamarine wasn't close to him but after hearing Phos's explanation He knew that Phos cared about the winter gem.

- This pissed off Bort more. And then there was chaos. While Phos got examined by Rutile, Bort kept trying to lift up Aqua's mood. Only to be pushed away and yelled at. [Reader/Aquamarine actually just got too flustered and didn't know how to respond]

- When Bort was pushed away he was jealous and angry again. So he went after Phos again. Trying to test him because of his arms.

- After that, Phos didn't interact with Reader/Aquamarine that much. [Due to Bort's sabotage >:)]

- It was alright though... time went on...

- Until...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

"Sensei! Lunarians!"

I turned around to see Benito running toward Bort and I. "Benito! What kind!" I yelled. "It's the old type but Phossy and Cairngorm are having trouble!" I went wide-eyed and gave Bort a glance. I then looked back at Bort in worry. "Let's go." Bort nodded and we ran off, but when we got there...

"That was Cairngorm!" I grit my teeth "Where's Phos!?" We got closer and closer.

But Phos wasn't there. I looked up at the Lunarians and got close to the cliff as possible. "Phos?!"

"PHOS!!"

I was very close to throwing my sword but Bort held my hand, telling me not to. I just glared at the disappearing cloud. "We're... too late. let's get back." I felt Bort's gloved hand pat my shoulder and I just snarled, feeling angry at the Lunarians.

I turned around, accidentally shoving Bort's hand off and walked away.

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

It's been a few days since Phosphophyllite has been captured. Aqua's mental stability has been getting worse lately. I've tried my best to help him out but he would either push me away and yell or stay quiet and leave. I've been getting worried more and more. With this mindset, I know for a fact that he was going to get himself shattered.

And that honestly scared the hell out of me.

I saw him sitting beside the water so I approached behind him. "...Aqua..?" I started. He didn't speak. I was going to sit down beside him but then sighed. If I did he'd get up and leave again. So I just stood behind him. Aqua continued to stare at the water. I wanted to help him, I really did.

This was the second time he's lost someone of great importance after all. Blue Topaz... now that dolt... I just stared at Aqua's back who looked more sad now. I didn't like seeing him like that.

"*GASP* SENSEI!! SENSEI!!"

I looked up, and so did Aquamarine.

"Hemi..?" Aqua questioned. Hemimorphite stopped at us. "BORT! AQUA! A-A NEW TYPE! PHOSSY! UPSIDEDOWN BLACK SPOT!!" Aqua gasped and shot up, surprising me. "What was that second part?" "W-We saw something Phossy by the beach!" Without warning Aqua ran off. "Dame! Hemi- Go inform Sensei!" I ordered before running after Aquamarine.

He always does this to the gems he cares about most.

We made it to the beach and... Hemi was right. The Lunarians were bringing up a gem that really did look like Phos. Since I was further away, I couldn't react but Aqua did. He jumped up and unsheathed his sword, swinging it at the new Lunarian

But then he got knocked back. I growled and ran forward, catching him so that he didn't fall into the sand. "A-Aquamarine! Bort!" I heard one of the younger gems cry. The new Lunarian swung again. But both me and Aqua were able to dodge. "Waahh! Bort! We're sorry!" "Aqua! Behind it!" "It's Phossy!"

"We know!" Aqua and I yelled. Then we charged again when we saw Phos almost getting captured for the second time. I slid under the Lunarian's legs while Aqua jumped over it, using its head to jump up and was able to grab Phos by his loose, extended, golden arms. While I felt myself getting pulled by my "hair" it didn't hurt much. All of a sudden, the Lunariens disintegrated.

Sensei was here...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

I held Phos tightly as we fell into the water. I didn't care if I was starting to shatter due to the touch.

Phos Was Back!

Someone actually came back to me. "Phos?" I questioned as I helped him up in the water. "Hmmm..." Then I heard the younger gems speak, "Sensei! Phossy! It's a Phossy thing!" "Sensei look! It's Phos isn't it?!"

That's when I noticed something. "Phos... That eye." I mentioned. To my surprise, Phos looked away. I gave a hurt expression and then walked to Bort's side while Phos talked to Sensei. "Oi..." I looked at Bort, asking what. "That was really cool. But don't do stuff like that. You're worrying me." I felt myself feeling weird again and looked away. "I-I'm content! Phos is here after all! And from the moon no less.

"Sure... Let's get back to the school." I nodded. We all started to walk back, the younger gems asking Phos questions while Bort and I walked in (stupidly comfortable) silence.

Now, when we reached school I wanted nothing more than to spend my time with Phos. But Bort held me back, saying that the others will be curious and will bombard Phos with questions and that it'll be easier to ask him later. I wanted to protest against it but after remembering how the younger gems reacted. "*Sigh* Fine... I'll... talk to him later." Bort pat my back, smiling at me before walking off and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. "That stupid, adorable, reliable diamond relative!" I whisper-yelled.

[Timeskip ~ Night]

Finally, it's nighttime. I walked out of my room and started to roam. But he wasn't in his room. I searched a bit more but I didn't find him. I groaned in annoyance and then walked into the clinic. "Hey. Rutile." "Hello, Aquamarine. What brings you here at this time?" I leaned on the wall and sighed. "Have you seen Phos? I need to talk to 'em." I saw Rutile bite his lower lip and glare at the ground. "I believe he went back to his room." I thanked him and then ran over to Phos's room. Only to see him sleeping.

I sighed in disappointment. "I guess I'll just ask tomorrow..."

[Timeskip ~ The next day]

"Aaaaaqqqqquuuuuaaaa~~~♪"

I felt my cheek getting poked and I shot up, "Hihi~ Good afternoon big brother~" I sat there, shocked. But then flew out of my bed and hugged the gem in front of me. "*Tch* Dummy- How long have you been watching me sleep?" Phos just laughed. "I'm sorry. I actually just got here. Buuuut- It's already past noon." *Gah!* I sweatdropped and looked outside. He was right, it was past noon. I sulked at that.

"Can I sit down?" I nodded at Phos and he sat down on my bed. "So... anything you wanna ask?" I looked down. Not being able to look him in the eye. "Did you... get hurt on the moon?" I heard Phos mumble yes and I felt guilty. Not being able to get to the beach fast enough to help him. "Hey now- I remember that face. Don't do that." I felt Phos pat my back and I smiled back at his supportiveness. "Anything else you wanna ask?"

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

"Just what happened on the moon?" I froze and didn't take another step. Just so that Phos and Aqua didn't see me. I looked around if anyone would see me but the halls were empty so I stood closer to the doorway to eavesdrop. I know I shouldn't but... "...A lot of things happened." I was shocked to hear that. Based on what the others told me, Phos didn't remember anything.

"I'm going to be honest with you since you're like my brother but you have to promise not to tell anyone." I hear Aqua hum in response. That's when everything came out. Phos PLANNED to get captured to talk to the Lunarians, Sensei was a tool created by humans, all the technology the moon had in their grasps... and the other gems.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. But what came next genuinely made me want to shatter him and made me wish that he stayed on the moon.

"Aquamarine... Come back to the moon with me and some of the others."

"...What..?"

Phos then started to go on and on about how the moon actually was. How nice the Lunarians actually were. How sensei was a bad guy. How everyone would be happier. How he and Aqua would be happier on the moon.

I got even more pissed off. There is no way that I'm going to let this happen. I swore on my life, when I saw the look of horror on Aqua's face when Blue Topaz got taken that I would protect him. Going back on the moon would just bring more pain to Aquamarine! After what Phos has just revealed about the other gems why would Aqua say yes!? Would he say yes?!

I stood outside the room and felt myself shaking as Phos continued to gaslight Aqua into convincing him to join him and the other gems. "So... what do you say?" I heard Aqua sigh. His breath sounded shakey and there was nothing I wanted to do more than run up and comfort him. "If you're being honest I might as well be too... I want to go to a place without Bort."

I felt something inside me shatter.

"Huh? Why? Don't you... like him?"

Then that something re-pieced itself.

"That's correct. He's always so worried about me. Protective, cute, sweet, and strong, he idolized me... I don't deserve it." I just looked at the floor. "Our entire lives I've just been pushing him away. Being mean, being harsh. Just... being absolute trash. Bort deserves someone who will treat him right. And I know that I won't be fit for the job." Aquamarine... please... don't say that.

"Are... you sure? You've... what was that word? Loved? Yes. You've loved him for a long time. Are you sure you're willing to let someone else snatch him up like that?" I heard Aqua laugh. "As long as they make Bort happy then I don't care. He's done so much for me. And all I've done was push him away, yell, scream, and... *Deep sigh*"

I saw something on the floor and I felt my eyes get blurry. I blinked twice and held a hand up to them. And when I looked at my hand there it was. "Alloy..?" Not. It's not alloy. It's something else. But it was some sort of black liquid.

"I'll let you think about it. I'll see you in the morning Aqua."

I heard Phos get up from Aqua's bed and I ran off as silently as I can.

[Haha- Lol stopping here Like if ya want a pt. 2 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[In all honesty, my train of thought derailed]

[Hope I did well ;w;]

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vixenpen · 4 years ago

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(Ignore this or not choice is yours) Do you mind doing a mafia Kirishima x Black Thick reader on their wedding night? (Again you can ignore this request) Thx🤗

Mine Forever (Mafia! Kirishima x Thicc Black Reader)

The red iPhone on the night stand blared, signaling that there was business to be handled.

Still, Eijirou Kirishima’s mouth never left the messy goodness between your plump thighs.

“Haaa~ahhh, god~”

“Yeah? Like that, Mrs. Kirishima?” Your husband teased. “Thaaat’s it, mami.”

Moans, taunts, and the slick sounds of pleasure floated in the humid air of the honey moon suite.

The phone fell quiet.

“Eijiii...” you whined, clutching your man’s head between your legs.

The phone rang again.

After the third time, it was beginning to get distracting.

“Baby-“ you piped up trying to capture your husband’s attention, “mmm~th-the pho-aahhh!”

Lustful Ruby eyes raised to meet yours. Your husband slid his tongue along his lips to taste your essence.

“You really think I give a damn about a fuckin’ phone call right now?”

He picked the phone up off the nightstand and in a quirk hardened grip he snapped it in half.

Your eyes widened and your pussy clenched.

Oh god that was hot.

“Oh?” Kirishima quirked a pierced brow and chuckled. “You liked that, huh, mama? That pussy got tight as hell right then.

His gruff laugh shot straight to your throbbing cunt. Kirishima sat up until he was hovering over you, and your arms linked around his neck; fingers caressing over the hard muscle and old scars of his back.

“You love it when I get rough don’t you?” He kissed you. “Then let me get a little rough with you, yeah?”

Huge hands, strong and calloused, wrapped beneath your dimpled ass and you got against the tall, strong body of your new husband as he stood up from the bed.

This was part of the reason why you loved this man so much.

His power.

The power he held over you.

The power he held over everyone else.

Kirishima slammed your back against the wall so hard the picture hanging over the king sized bed jumped.

You gasped. He grinned, sharp and dangerous.

“What have I always told you from the beginning, baby?”

He quizzed.

You were still trying to catch your breath as you stammered back: “That I-I c-come first...”

“That’s right.”

His lengthy manhood plunged into your tight grip. You screamed as it stretched your gushy walls and sent fiery pleasure rushing through your body.

“Fuck!” He hissed as he settled inside you. “Fuckkk, you’re so~ahh~fucking perfect. You come first in every way.”

He groaned thickly, snapping his hips. Every stroke caressed your creamy cunt and made pleasure explode through your body.

Kirishima kept one hand firmly on your juicy thigh to keep you up while the other squeezed your plump breast. His lips latched around the fat, chocolate nub and he stroked his tongue around it.

“Eijiii~” you cried out as he bounced you against his length; your breasts being teased and toyed with on his tongue.

Your own tongue snaked out and you licked your own nipple as well; tongue dancing around the sensitive areola.

Kirishima smirked. God you were such a little freak. That was apart of the reason he loved you.

“Kiss me, y/n.” He commanded.

You did as you were told, feeling your pussy spasm around his dick.

“What did I say~” he muttered between kisses, “when we took our vows, baby?” He asked.

His pace was unrelenting as he fucked you deep, fast, and hard.

“Y-y-y~aahh~you said...I’m yours~forever~”

Kirishima pressed his sweaty forehead to yours, red strands of hair falling into his face as he gazed back at you.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours forever.”

“Again.”

He sped up, balls slapping your ass with every stroke.

“Ahh~I’m-I’m yours forever, daddy. I’m yours forever!”

“Damn right,” your husband smirked against your lips. “Don’t you ever forget that, y/n.”

(Idk how I feel about this one. It feels like I was just writing to write. Doesn’t feel like my best. Anyway, back to hiatus after this week)

#okay bye #on hiatus #kirishima smut #bnha mafia au #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #bnha imagines #bnha #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #kirishima x black reader #kirishima x plus size reader #bnha smut #bnha headcanons #x black reader

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renjuseyo · 4 years ago

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if ur requests are open can i pls request Jaehyun x male reader where the reader is so drunk that he forgot that his boyfriend(jaehyun) is his boyfriend. then he asks a member if he is taken and they said yes and that will make reader to silently be sad in the corner and jaehyun asks if readers ready to go home......... andddddddd ill leaveee the rest to u hehehehe (iloveurwriting so much)

tipsy ; jaehyun

group: nct

pairing: jung yoonoh / reader (male)

synopsis: both you and jaehyun knew how much of a lightweight you were, but when has that ever stopped you?

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: implied sexual content, explicit language

i lost inspiration for this, so i hope this mess of a fic is okay anon! as always, feedback is appreciated!!

when you peek through the peephole, you expect to see the delivery man holding the package you had ordered online. instead, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend on the other side of the door, wrapped in a hoodie, mask, and tinted sunglasses. his disguise is pretty unnecessary given how your neighbors are mainly made up of old people who have never heard of nct, but it gets the job done.

once you’ve unhooked the chain bolt, you unlock the door and swing it open. he slightly jumps at the noise, but visibly softens when he sees you. “hey (name),” he greets, slipping off his mask and sunglasses.

“hey yourself. what are you doing here?” you ask. with how hectic his schedule has been after promotions with the nct 2020 project and working as an mc on inkigayo, you two hadn’t seen each other in weeks. though you missed him, you sympathized with the tireless hours he spent working as an idol. at least you preoccupied yourself with netflix.

he slips off his sneakers and enters your home, taking off the rest of his disguise. you close and lock the door behind you, trailing behind him. “i managed to squeak in some free time today, so i came to visit you,” he explains. he faces you with a smile, pulling you close. you subconsciously lean your head onto his shoulder, humming as he sways your bodies.

“i missed you,” you tell him, fingers ghosting his waist. he makes a noise of agreement, resting his chin on your head.

you eventually pull away, eliciting a grumble from jaehyun. contrary to popular belief, he was the clingy one of you two, always using the excuse of “you’re just the perfect size for cuddling.” “stop grumbling, jae. you’ve come so far, so it’s only fair i make you something to eat,” you tell him, making your way towards the kitchen.

he follows suit, hand grabbing at the hood of your hoodie. you stop in front of the refrigerator and open it, canvassing the food you have in there. as you debate what to make for lunch, he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes both arms around your waist. you roll your eyes, though you don’t make any movements to pry his arms off. “i can always eat something else,” he smirks.

you realize too late the implications of his comment, absentmindedly sorting through the bags of vegetables in your fridge. “do you want takeout instead then? mrs. moon from two doors down said that there’s this really good pho house near here.”

he nuzzles into your shoulder. “i’d really like to eat you,” he says as nonchalantly as one can, considering his implications. you nearly drop a bag of spinach, spluttering incoherent words as you spin around to swat his shoulder. he laughs, loud and proud, a stark contrast from the quiet, polite laugh he’s practiced.

“you’re the worst,” you hiss, reluctantly closing the fridge. he pecks your cheek, eliciting a disgusted screech from you. he leans back with a laugh before attacking your face with kisses. you shut your eyes as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. but jaehyun’s been working out, evident from his arms, and he’s always had an intense grip. when he leans away, satisfied, you flick his forehead. with how clingy jaehyun’s being, making lunch isn’t an option anymore. “i hate you.”

jaehyun eventually relinquishes his attacks, threading his fingers with yours. “you’re usually not this clingy, jae. actually, now that i think about it, you don’t flirt all too much either, much less suggest sexual innuendos. what’s the occasion?” you ask as he walks you two to your living room. he doesn’t immediately respond, flopping down onto the couch and dragging you along with him. you land on his chest with an oomph, your cheek squished against his chest.

he combs his fingers through your hair, smiling as you make a noise of approval. “well, i wasn’t going to say anything before the news outlet, but...” his smile only widens when he sees you look up at him with curious eyes; he nearly coos at how innocent you look. “a certain idol you know might make his acting debut soon~”

your eyes widen, and you quickly prop yourself up with your elbows. “what! no way!” you exclaim, jaw hanging open. jaehyun laughs at your shell-shocked reaction, though it’s a given; when you were in a mood to vent, he would always take your hand and pepper your knuckles with butterfly kisses as you ranted about how he deserved better and shouldn’t only be seen as a visual, whining about how sm failed to show his talents as a singer and an actor. well, those days are over now, he supposes.

“yes way, love. are you excited?” he isn’t sure why he asked that question, considering how shell-shocked you already look. plus, the squeal that leaves your throat and the way you throw yourself onto him is answer enough already.

“do you even have to ask? you used to send me videos of you acting out different roles because you wanted to try acting, and you always did them so well! i’m really proud of you, jae. you deserve it.”

“i’m really glad you think so, (name). do you want to hear-”

“no!” you interrupt, slapping both of your palms on his mouth. he tilts his head in confusion, surprised by your sudden outburst. “knowing you, you’re going to accidentally tell me everything, and then i’m going to know the whole story line before the show even airs!”

he’s about to refute your claims, but he can’t really considering how you’ve layered both of your palms on his mouth. plus, judging by the look you give him, he’s certain he’s going to be eating his own words sooner or later. with a sigh, he peels your palms off. "you’re no fun. can i not even tell you the name and the basic plot?”

“i’m sorry for wanting to give you ratings,” you snort. “and no. then i’ll be waiting in anticipation and will force you to tell me everything, even if you tell me you can’t because i told you before not to say anything. you can’t even give me a drop of information.” well, jaehyun supposes that is true. you’ve always been enticed by television shows; he’s personally seen you react to cliffhangers a show gives before it ultimately gets cancelled. needless to say, it isn’t a pretty sight. “this calls for celebration! we can invite the boys too... do you want it to be extravagant, or are we keeping it low key?” you ask, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

“what happened to just you and me?” jaehyun asks, batting his eyelashes with feigned innocence. “i can think of a lot more fun things we can do.”

you don’t even bat an eye; unlike earlier, you were prepared for this kind of comment. “shoving my foot up your ass sounds really fun, but unfortunately that won’t get me any food. the boys probably already knew before i did, so you’ve probably already celebrated with them... i guess we can keep it simple.”

“i’d take your foot any day,” he fires back with a heavily exaggerated moan, to which you respond with a slap on the arm.

“i’m telling johnny to bring over beer.” you’re texting a group chat with you and the other 127 members. you’re only dating jaehyun, yet sometimes it feels like you’re dating all of them with how close you are. plus, gossiping with jungwoo about your boyfriend is always fun. with him being his roommate, you both often share similar struggles.

he rolls his eyes, stretching over to wrap his arms around your waist. he peers over your shoulder to look at your screen. “please, (name). you’re the lightest lightweight i’ve ever met. who are you telling to bring over drinks? you’re like a baby.”

“fuck you.”

“i think it’s the other way around, but i’d gladly let you order me around~” he flirts.

you shove a pillow in his face as you fire off a text.

after ordering pizza, tteokbokki, and fried chicken, your dinner is nearly complete. the boys were coming over soon, with johnny being in charge of drinks, jungwoo in charge of takeout, and donghyuck in charge of entertainment. you had a nintendo switch jaehyun had gifted you two years ago, and you intended on making full use of it tonight.

(plus, you have yet to beat yuta at super smash bros. today is going to be that day.)

you had finished clearing the table for the food before you notice jaehyun’s sleeping frame on the couch. you’re about to walk over and reprimand him for being unproductive, but seeing how tired and peaceful he looks stops you. instead, you grab a blanket from your room and drape it over him.

you’re about to walk away and grab water bottles for everyone when you feel something tugging your hand. craning your neck, you smile at jaehyun’s hooded eyes laced with sleep. “c’mere,” he murmurs.

water bottles can wait, then. you pat jaehyun’s side, and he scoots over to allow room for you. as you slot yourself in his arm, spreading a leg across his, he makes a noise of satisfaction, eyes fluttering close. “someone’s tired,” you observe, pushing the mop of black bangs obscuring his eyes. “did practice run late?”

he avoids your gaze. “no, i spent the night playing uno with johnny, ten, and mark,” he admits.

you laugh. “must have been intense. i bet you were so burnt out from uno,” you sympathize with sarcasm. “but in general, don’t overexert yourself, okay? i know you’ve been busy, but you need to remember to take care of yourself.”

jaehyun nods, but a yawn rips out of his chest. you give him a knowing look, one that reads what did i say? which causes him to laugh. “yes sir,” he lazily responds.

“as tired as you may be, don’t go falling asleep on me now. the others are going to be here soon. what would they think, the guest of honor asleep at his own party?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.

he beams at the gesture. “give me more kisses and i’ll think about it,” he coaxes.

usually you don’t give in to his bratty demands, but seeing how tired he is reminds you of the accomplishments he’s achieved in the past year. a kiss is the least you could down. you lean down, breath fanning his lips, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

a few seconds pass, but the kiss never comes. when jaehyun opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see you’re no longer by his side, instead standing by the door. “that’s one way of telling a guy to come and get it,” he sighs, sitting up. he wearily rubs his eyes, blurry eyes watching you.

“sorry jae, taeil-hyung just texted saying they’re here,” you apologize. he sighs, eventually standing up after a few moments of stretching.

just as you had said, knocks resonate throughout your home, signalling their arrival. you peek through the peephole to verify their identities and sure enough, all nine other members stand outside, arms loaded. you undo the chain lock and swing the door open, greeting everyone.

“thanks for having us,” taeyong smiles, stepping into your home. everyone else echoes his message, but it comes out mumbled, like they hadn’t thought of saying anything until taeyong. the power a leader has, you suppose.

“no problem. here, let me grab some of the food.” you scurry over to jungwoo and mark, whose arms were loaded with the takeout you ordered.

as you grab a box of pizza from mark, johnny slaps you on the back. you nearly lurch forward and drop the pizza; if you had, johnny would be first on your hit list. “so jaehyun finally told you?” he asks with a grin.

“thank god. he spent days talking about ways to tell you, knowing how excited you’d be,” sicheng snorts, slipping off his shoes.

you laugh, especially when you see jaehyun spluttering in embarrassment. “you could’ve fooled me. all he did was waltz in and drop the news after he nearly fell asleep. made me feel like a proud parent and everything.”

“you may feel like one now, but wait until you watch him act. just going to be lots of cringing and teasing,” doyoung sneers, elbowing his shoulder.

yuta rolls his eyes. “like you’re one to talk, mr. lead actor.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “lead actor?!” doyoung laughs, answering your question. “good for you, hyung!”

jaehyun narrows his eyes. “why do you look more amazed at his news than mine?!”

i’m not a lightweight, you told yourself. i can handle whatever yuta throws at me, you told yourself.

you were sorely mistaken.

jaehyun notices this too, seeing you sway in your seat. he chuckles at the sight; you were never able to hold your liquor, and when you got drunk, you were quite the spontaneous drinker to deal with. one time you had drank so much that you cried over cute things, like when sicheng showed you a picture of his dogs. or the one time you were a man on a mission, flirting with all of the members. needless to say, that led to a very interested jaemin and a very pouty jaehyun.

you had initially planned on just sticking to soda, but yuta had wanted to make things more interesting and challenged you to a game of super smash bros. each time the loser lost, they would have to down a can of beer. despite your inability to hold your liquor, it activated your competitive nature. but of course, yuta is crazy good at any games he suggests, completely demolishing you with lucina. no matter which character you chose, you were just no match against him.

after several fruitless attempts, you’re seated between taeil and sicheng, who seem way too interested in the tteokbokki to notice your behavior. everyone else seems occupied, too; johnny, yuta, jungwoo, and donghyuck are playing mario kart 8, taeyong and mark are immersed in yet another one of their deep, contemplative conversations, and doyoung’s watching the whole scene unfold, supervising everyone (probably to ensure nothing ends up in flames). on the other hand, jaehyun’s sitting on your sofa, alternating between watching the four men in front of your television screaming and you in your tipsy state. he decides to stick with the latter.

eventually you lift your eyes up and make eye contact with jaehyun, who responds with a wink. seeing you flush and look away has his chest swelling with giddiness; you’re just too cute sometimes. the table isn’t far from the sofa, so he can hear any conversation that goes on there. he watches as you take another sip of your can, eyes shifting back and forth from the television and to him. you stare at him for a bit longer, eyes canvassing his face, his posture, his thoughts.

it seems sicheng notices your staring, sitting back down and nudging your shoulder. “what’s so interesting that it’s gotten your attention?” he asks, purposefully raising his voice so jaehyun can hear.

you flush at how loud he is, lazily putting a finger to your lips. “shhh, i’m staring at the pretty boy there.” you point your chin towards jaehyun, who pretends to not see. you’ve never been subtle when you were drunk, but telling you that would just lead to you loudly slurring your arguments. “do you know if he’s dating anyone?”

jaehyun nearly spits out his beer. of all the times you’ve gotten drunk, you’ve never once forgotten that you were his boyfriend - if anything, you were all too eager to prove just how much you belonged to him. he’s not sure whether to feel startled or amused.

sicheng chooses the latter, a smirk forming. “yeah, he has a boyfriend,” he tells you. jaehyun hopes you’ll realize that you’re the boyfriend in question, but seeing how you deflate like a balloon, he guesses not. he questions how much you’ve had to drink.

you slide off of your chair, pouting. “of course a guy as attractive as him has a boyfriend. i’m not surprised,” you grumble, crossing your arms. jaehyun can’t help the amused smirk that makes its way on his face. watching you envy yourself for being his boyfriend is very amusing.

sicheng must feel the same, stifling his laughter. “don’t look so bitter, (name). his boyfriend’s a good guy.”

you pout, crossing your arms. “well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” you boast, standing up.

sicheng can only watch in amusement as you stagger towards the kitchen. if only you knew how strange that statement was. “if you’re so confident about that, then what are you doing? planning on hiding in the kitchen to wallow on your sorrows?” he teases.

“i’m not!” you protest. “i’m just going to get some water because i’m dizzy as fuck and possibly cry about how single i am.” you mumble the last part, though because sicheng has uncanny hearing, he probably heard, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by.

jaehyun decides it’s time to intercept, because as amusing as things were, he hoped you weren’t actually going to cry about being single, especially since you had no reason to. he stops by the dining table where taeil and sicheng are. “so i heard you and (name) were talking about me.”

sicheng snorts, rolling his eyes. “just because we said pretty boys doesn’t mean we were talking about you.”

though unaware of the topic, taeil leans in, chewing on a mouthful of pizza. “yeah, for all we know, he could be talking about me!” he chirps. he’s met with an annoyed glare from sicheng (though both of them can see him stifling his laughter), which he responds with an air kiss. typical taeil.

“well, i’m going to check up on him. i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,” he teases. taeil looks a little too happy at the joke, whereas sicheng threatens to stab him with a fork. it’s amusing watching their reactions, considering how everyone around them already knows that they’re dating. those two just haven’t admitted anything yet.

he follows you into the kitchen, though you don’t seem to notice, too busy pouring yourself a glass of cold water. “(name),” he greets.

you jump in surprise, nearly spilling water on yourself. when you turn to face jaehyun, your confident nature immediately disappears, quickly replaced with one of bashfulness. “you know me?” you ask, in awe of how said pretty boy could possibly recognize you.

if only you knew just how well he knew you, he thinks to himself. instead, he decides to play along; you’re obviously too drunk to realize how silly this seems. “i do,” he hums, patting your shoulder. he isn’t sure if your red cheeks are from the alcohol or him, though he hopes for the latter. he never gets less prideful when you get all shy because of him.

hoping to maintain the confident facade you had earlier, you quickly clear your throat, looking away. “how can i help you?” you ask, taking a sip of your water.

“well, i was hoping if we could talk in a more... private area?” he asks.

you nearly spit out your water, eyes the size of saucers. he has to stop himself from laughing, afraid the drunk you would get the wrong impression. “just to talk, that’s all. it’s kind of loud here, don’t you think?”

the screams from the living room (which are mainly from johnny and donghyuck and the occasional ones of distress from taeyong) and the volume of the television are evidence enough, so you nod in agreement. “yeah, sure.”

“perfect. let’s go then~” jaehyun laces your fingers together before you can say anything, and your ears are practically fuming with smoke. you’re too distracted by his touch to question how he knows where your bedroom is. when you both enter your room, he flops down on your bed, patting the empty spot beside him. at this, you gasp, scandalized and very flustered. he chuckles at how shy you’ve gotten, shaking his head. “my my (name), get your head out of the gutter. we’re not going to do anything... unless you want to,” he flirts.

jaehyun never tries to take advantage of you, especially when you’re not sober. but when the sober you would throw pillows (or anything that wouldn’t actually hurt him) at him for flirting with you, the drunk you would always fire back with equally flirty remarks, or the shy you would just splutter in embarrassment. he can’t help it, spewing sweet nothings to you - you’re just too fun to mess with for him to not to, especially when you’re drunk.

reluctantly you place your water on your bedside table and lower yourself beside him, heart thumping erratically. he chuckles at how timid you are, a stark contrast from the snarky (name) that he knows so well. he turns to face you, both of your faces only centimetres apart. the smell of alcohol lingers on both of you, though it isn’t as prominent on him as it is on you. he makes a mental note to ask yuta how much you’ve had.

you squeak at how close you two are, hands flying to cover your face. “you have a boyfriend,” you whisper. you’re undeniably flustered, but you would rather die than be known as a homewrecker!

his laugh startles you, even more so when he presses a hand to the small of your back. you look like you’ve committed a heinous crime, potentially causing an attractive man like jaehyun to cheat on his boyfriend. the statement is so abusrd though, considering how you’re the boyfriend in question. “i do, you are right. he won’t be mad at me, though,” he hums, leaning in so close your noses would touch if it weren’t for the makeshift barrier you’ve made from your hands. you flush red in embarrassment, hiding your eyes behind your hands. if you make eye contact with him, you’re sure you’re going to melt into a puddle.

“even if he didn’t mind, i don’t think we should be doing this. i know i wouldn’t be happy if my boyfriend did this,” you whisper.

jaehyun sure is having a field day with this. you’re too flustered and worried to notice the pure look of adoration he’s giving you. “call it a hunch,” he says. “i promise you, he won’t be mad at this.”

“why?”

“you’ll find out tomorrow.” he pauses as a yawn rips out of his chest. “i’m really tired, so i’m going to sleep. the boys probably won’t quiet down on my account, anyways. you can always go back to them if you want, though,” he offers. a small part of him hopes for you to stay and cuddle with him, but judging how you’re so sure he has a boyfriend who would be absolutely devastated for literally sleeping with another man and how you have no knowledge of where you stand, he wouldn’t be surprised if you left.

what does surprise him, though, is when you stay rooted in your spot on the bed. “i’m tired, too,” you say.

jaehyun smiles so sweetly, the one that has his eyes dripping with honey, that your hands fly up to cover your face again. his boyfriend must be lucky to see that sight all of the time, you bitterly think to yourself. still, even if you’re not sure why he’s flirting with you or where you stand, you decide to savor every moment that you get to spend with him. even if you don’t really know who pretty boy is, he’s sweet and kind. plus, only a fool would cover their eyes when someone as beautiful as him lays before you.

he moves an arm to pat your thigh when he freezes in midair, remembering how he’s supposed to have a boyfriend to stay loyal to (even though he’s right in front of him). he retracts his arm and instead pulls your blanket to cover your lower bodies. “goodnight, (name),” he hums, shutting his eyes.

before jaehyun can begin the long process of trying to fall asleep, he feels you tug at his t-shirt. cracking an eye open, he sees you laying before him, staring at him with curious eyes and red cheeks. oh no, now he’s really tempted to kiss you. you’re impossibly adorable, seeing how vulnerable and curious you are. “yes?” he hums, trying to stay awake. the effects from last night’s uno matches have really begin to take a toll on him.

“i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to ask, but may i know your name?” you ask.

jaehyun chuckles. he’s flirted with you and is even sleeping in the same bed as you, yet he’s forgotten the basic courtesy that is introductions. he didn’t think he would’ve needed it, considering how you’re his boyfriend. but then again, you’ve forgotten that you are his boyfriend. “my name’s yoonoh, but you can call me jaehyun or jae.”

no one actually calls him jae except for you. it’s a short and simple nickname that you have for him, nothing endearing. but because it’s something that only you call him, even though there isn’t a meaning to it, he’s grown fond of the way it sounds leaving your lips. which is why hearing it from anyone that isn’t you only leaves a weird taste on his tongue.

you’re so drunk you don’t even remember jaehyun, nor who he is to you, so it isn’t surprising that you stick with jaehyun instead. he doesn’t mind though, because he knows when you’re sober again he’ll hear you calling him jae and cuddling into him and doing all of the coupley things he wasn’t able to do tonight.

wow, jaehyun really is a lovesick fool. it’s only been one night of not being able to cuddle or kiss you, but he feels like he’s missed a whole eternity of them. he really isn’t sure how he’s lived before you came into his life.

for an hour, you pester jaehyun on how you two became acquainted and who you were to him. he indulged you, of course, purposefully skipping over the part of you becoming boyfriends and doing things that friends definitely didn’t do. his stories seem to be an effective way of getting you to sleep, because in the middle of a story of how a pair of swapped backpacks led to your relationship, you’re lulled to sleep, tired hands clutching onto his t-shirt.

he can only chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on your nose. you’ll sure be in for a storm when you sober up tomorrow morning.

your jaw drops as you stare at the video on doyoung’s phone. it’s of you and sicheng, and right now you can only watch in horror as you pester him for information on the pretty boy you were so interested in last night. you have no recollection of last night’s events, though watching the video makes you glad you don’t. the problem is, the boys were there to witness them, even recording evidence of it on their phones. you’ve already seen pictures that johnny and taeyong have taken from when you and jaehyun were cuddling in your bed.

“please tell me that isn’t me,” you whisper, utterly mortified.

mark pats your shoulder in sympathy. “that’s you, all right.”

at his confirmation, you groan, burying your face in your hands. doyoung and donghyuck are cackling at your demise, with sicheng reciting your complaints word from word to a very amused johnny and yuta.

“...and then he was like well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” sicheng mimics, purposefully raising his voice an octave higher as he mocks you. out of embarrassment, you reach for a pillow on your couch and fling it at him. unlike jaehyun, he’s very good at dodging, proven when he ducks. instead, the pillow smacks yuta square in the face. he throws it back at you with even more force.

you duck, the pillow smacking an unsuspecting jaehyun. he really is horrible at dodging things - how shameful. “what the hell was that for?” he splutters, picking it up from the floor.

you turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. “you watched me make an utter fool out of myself, and you didn’t once try to do anything about it?” you hiss.

jaehyun frowns in confusion until doyoung dangles his phone in front of his face. when he watches the video, his face eventually contorts to one of amusement. “oh, that.”

your face is red with embarrassment. “yeah, that! like seriously? where is your loyalty? do you not care about my well being? you know how vicious these monsters can be!” you whine, gesturing at the said nine monsters behind you.

he nonchalantly shrugs, though you can see the corners of his lips threatening to curl into a smirk. “i do, but you were just too cute, seeing you all flustered. what about my own well being, huh? seeing you like that isn’t good for my heart,” he coos.

your heart leaps, but you mask it by smothering his face with a pillow. “you’re the worst,” you grumble.

“you act like you don’t like it, but i know you do~” he retaliates, albeit muffled from the pillow.

behind you two stands nine other boys, obviously unimpressed. watching you two engage in petty banter is always amusing, but not when it makes you flustered and encourages jaehyun to flirt with you like the cheesy, lovesick fool he is. “they’re so gross,” donghyuck gags.

johnny nods in agreement. “let’s get out of here before they start fucking on the counter.”

at johnny’s comment, you turn away from jaehyun so fast you swear you hear your neck crack. “do you have no filter?!” you shriek, exasperated.

with your guard down, jaehyun takes this as a chance to wrap his arms around your waist. a noise of surprise leaves your throat as he places his chin on your shoulder. “you’re so mean, (name). i liked the shy you a lot better~” he hums.

the other boys don’t even blink. “we’re going to leave now before things get bloody. good luck, (name),” taeyong says, saluting you.

jaehyun’s already tugging at the hem of your shirt and peppering your neck with kisses by the time the boys leave.

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Daybreak (7/?) [Wolf Keum x Reader x Alex Go]

Summary: The day brings to you Alex Go, and in the night, Wolf Keum. Your past is inescapable. They build you up and tear you back down, but this is what you need to survive.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama

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There were three messages from Alex on your phone for you when you got back home.

One concerned for your wellbeing, one worried for whether you got home, and another apologizing for being brash.

You skimmed all of them and opened none.

Night turned into day, and that day into another night, until eventually a week had gone past.

He hadn't messaged you again. Even though you weren't expecting anything, you still waited for something, anything, to happen.

You knew you had to be the one to reach out again, but whenever you opened your messages and stared at his name, a stone would sit itself in your gut and weigh you down, heavy, burdensome and unrelenting until you put the phone down.

The thought that perhaps allowing yourself to become close to Alex Go wasn't such a good idea, the thought that maybe someone like you, so stuck and still hurting in the past would only serve to anchor him down, ran through your mind.

You tried everything to distract yourself.

Within the week you had been thrust back into loneliness, you were a fish out of water. You tried to grasp at anything to occupy the space in your mind, jogs in the morning, after school, in the middle of the night. It tired you out, but never enough to placate your mind.

Between the bouts of exercise, you tried to understand the situation. You think about Alex Go and his friend Ben in middle school, and you thought about Alex Go and you in the present. You think about the broken the stoplight, and how it connected to the night everything changed.

He had been the one to destroy the traffic light.

You had many days and nights to ponder about this, alone in your room. He was the reason that on that fateful night, on that sad, dim street corner, the light flashed erratically between "go" and "stop." He was the reason it was brandished forever in your mind, your mourning heart, and on blood stained hands.

Your chest ached with regret, so deep and harrowing that you wished you could tear it out. It was curious how reckless life was with passion, sincerity and good will. It stung especially painfully seeing indifference and injustice can convene so sharply right before your eyes. One second there, the next gone.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see your hand, bleached with moonlight and stilled, reaching out to him. A whisper on your lips, dying on your breath to fall upon deafened ears.

All bitter memories.

Dampening your eyes and shaking your core, but no matter where you looked, how many reasons you turned over, you could find no spite for Alex Go. The same Alex Go who, when smiling, parted the clouds and called off the rain. Alex Go, who could never wish harm on anyone, not intentionally.

In a desperate attempt to salvage peace of mind, you had picked up the pen again despite knowing what would happen.

You'd just write whatever was on your mind. It wasn't a story, or a continuation to a novel, it was just pages and pages of nonsense with no exact order. And though it was indubitably the voice of your mind, you felt nothing while writing it and it frustrated you to no end. It couldn't be helped, these words had been bouncing around your head so long they had made refuge in your skin, your fingers, controlling your life long before they were on paper. But you didn't need to see your thoughts to understand them. You needed solace. Needed peace. Needed someone to tell you that you would be okay.

But you didn't have these things, so you kept pressing on, like pouring out these words could help you find the ones you wanted to send Alex when the basin was empty. Poised and pen in hand, for as long as you could, like endurance training, until your wrists burned and your body ached.

It never lasted long, those bouts of writing. So when you could no longer run, or think, or write, you would toss in turn in bed, skimming the brink of sleep and consciousness. There would be moments of clarity, and they always hit you hard and fast. Made you grab for your phone, adrenaline roaring through your veins when you typed out a response to him, something, anything.

Sometimes it was an apology or a simple hello, but other times the sensation would give you an intense high.

You'd remember his laugh, the fierceness to which he defended you from the bitter taste of blame, and it was then that your heart reached out to him, a cacophony of white noise and static that would always die at your fingertips when you hit backspace, remembering the hurt on his face, the pain because of you.

Then you'd think of Wolf. Somehow, at the end of every restless night you spent rolling in bed, hazel eyes flashed in your vision, watching you inscrutably. Hot like fire, icy like a tundra. Almost close enough to touch and feel the burn, the chill.

Tonight as you lay in bed, you ponder the weekend ahead of you. Wonder how many nights you spent alone in your room. Think about your classmates making more memories while you keep reliving your own in a nightmarish daze.

You think about these things until you exhaust yourself, but even then, sleep refuses to claim you.

So you pick yourself up, dust yourself off. Pull on some clothes, comb through your hair. Then you're out the door again, in search of something to make you feel alive.

When you arrive in front of the bar, the moon is strung high and the stars hang far below it, dipping into the darker crevices of Yeongduengpo. It's later than you'd normally show up and catching Wolf at this hour would be nothing short of a miracle, but you were willing to take your chances.

And then like magic he's right in front of you, before you even open the door, before you even enter the bar.

He's with his friends, the same ones that had seen you the first night and a couple more.

One of his hands is braced on the door, and for a second you think that perhaps he's taken by surprise as much as you are. There's a glimmer in his eye, a quirk of his lip. Then the bell chimes above your heads and pulls you back to reality, suddenly feeling quite small and vulnerable in front of so many prying eyes.

Your fingers tingle so you reach up to tug at your top, the chill of the night air biting into your flesh and raising gooseskin.

Your eyes dart from Wolf to the men behind him, wondering if you should address him, if being associated with you in public was damaging to him.

Before you can think too much, Wolf gives a feral grin. "I'll catch up later. Don't wait up."

It only occurs that he isn't speaking to you when the intimidating crowd moves past him without further question, muttering about which internet café was open 24/7 and who had enough money to pay.

They give passing glances as they saunter past you, though none of them seem to suspect you were the reason for Wolf's sudden change of plans, or even recognize you as the wayward drunk from the weeks prior.

You turn and watch them make their way down the block, spitting and cussing and scaring people into crossing the street. Only when they're specks in the distance to you turn back to Wolf Keum, who's lavender hair gleamed nearly silver in the moonlight.

He's still propping the door open, more leaning on it now than anything else.

"Well?"

You swallow thickly, still a bit stunned from the parade of delinquents he showcased just now.

Just who was Wolf Keum?

The men who you had seen just were no doubt untame, with their school uniforms unbuttoned, hair dyed and tongues lashing obscenities. Yet still with all these pugnacious men in one place, Wolf had managed to command them without even turning to address them directly.

You wondered what about this man could be so powerful, so strong that he could instill his rule as absolute with even such fearsome crowds.

His lips curve into a salacious smirk at your gaping, and only then do you realize he's waiting for you to come in.

You slip from the crisp autumn air into the thrumming atmosphere of the bar with a murmur of an apology, Wolf following not too far behind you.

"You an alcoholic or something?" It's a jest, but the tone of his voice is buttery and dark and makes it much less funny and more nerve-wracking.

"Worry about yourself." You bite, and it comes out curter that anticipated so you chew your lip, trying hard not to look too ashamed.

Wolf isn't deterred, falling in stride beside you and not missing a beat. "It was a business meeting, can't drink through that, as much as those fuckasses make me want to."

You want to respond to his quips, but your mind is preoccupied with the hordes of people swarming the premises.

There's a larger crowd than you're used to, much more mature individuals, faces lined with wrinkles, exacerbated by the yellow lighting, palming at their temples. The usual low hum of conversation is replaced with occasional shouts and crashing glass, though no one seems to think this is unusual but yourself. You push onwards until you see that there's a tired looking businessman in your usual seat.

Wolf senses your hesitation and follows your gaze, catching wind of the situation. He leans over a bit, hands in his pockets, breath hot on your ear.

"You seen the billiards room downstairs before?"

You shake your head no and you can feel him chuckle, exhaling air through his nose. He takes one step forward then another, ambling through the mass of people without another word. For the brief moment he leaves your side, time slows down. You watch Wolf's retreating back and feel almost alone. The bar, usually your place of comfort, had turned unfamiliar and foreign, leaving a cold sensation in your chest.

Your heartbeat comes slow and heavy in your ears, like a beating drum. You wonder why you're even here, what you have to prove to yourself, or anyone else. Fingers clutch at your bag, feeling the outline of your phone, cool and solid in your grasp. You wonder if you had any new messages.

"You coming?"

Wolf calls to you over his shoulder, waiting in the middle of the crowd that seems to part for him naturally.

He extends a hand to you, fingers still, gaze unwavering. His dark eyes dance in the lights, lips pulled into a curve echoing a crescent moon. A man of the night, shining amongst the stars, brightest in the darkest hours.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking."

You reach out and your fingers graze his hand, a gossamer touch, his skin calloused and soft to the touch. A blush works its way across your cheeks and you're glad he doesn't catch it, already turned away to make his way to the crowd. He wraps his hand around your fingers and tugs you along, guiding both of your bodies through the restless throng, past the bar, past the tables and to a staircase shrouded in darkness, illuminated by a single golden lightbulb.

#weak hero #webtoon weak hero #weak hero webtoon #webtoon #webcomic #wolf keum #alex go #wolf keum x reader #alex go x reader #reader insert

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satubby · 2 years ago

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if you dont mind, what would rutile, phos, and cinnabar be like as yanderes? if you dont want to write for all of them you can just pick one

Thanks anon for requesting.

I'll go more for phosphophyllite, since it's currently my focal point and I have a fanfic written of this poor baby.

I will use the male pronouns coming from Japanese as I was informed out there, plus also the manga in Spanish [my native language] comes tarduced as "he". But you can take the gender of the gems as you like.

Warning ⚠️:Toxic behaviors, mental problems and signs of dependency.

Disclaymer <<I do not condone this type of behaviors and neither do I condone relationships of this type>>

This could be bullshit written by someone drunk [Editing is on me]. And many misspellings, sorry

🇾 🇴 🇺 🇳 🇬 🇵 🇭 🇴 🇸 🇵 🇭 🇴 🇵 🇭 🇾 🇱 🇱 🇮 T E

💎This phos is the original, someone innocent and naive. Who has not yet seen or lived the horrors of the world.

💎At this early stage of his life, he is more childish and optimistic, he has no clear concept of the world.

💎Well, him as you met him, well I'll take a creative liberty and add to my Y/N from the fanfic published in AO3.

Eαɾʅყ ɾҽʅαƚισɳʂԋιρ

💎I will give context of this version of yours. You and phos met by chance, when you were barely a baby, he found you in a seashell shell. It was the first time he saw someone of your kind, similar and different from each other.

💎Phos didn't know what to make of you at first, but something about you managed to catch his attention [something other than your looks and the species you belonged to].

💎At this facet of his life, his attitude is more childish and cheerful colors, he doesn't even know anything about of the reality. Nor does he begin to doubt about whether he lives in a lie nor does he seek or wish to discover the truth of this forgotten world.

💎Phos young is spontaneous, full of confidence and childlike enthusiasm. This is also a problem, he doesn't know how to take care of a human which leads his clumsiness to extreme dangers (lunarians)

💎The young gem is curious, enthusiastic. He has this desire to fight, their intentions are more than pure and innocent. When you came to him by sheer fate, he saw an opportunity and a purpose to serve. Being young and inexperienced, he will make many mistakes, although his crazy side or psychotic tendencies are not yet shown.

💎He tends to be playful, when sensei entrusted him with the task of taking care of you, phos just took it easy. As I have said and will repeat throughout this facet, he doesn't know much about the world around him, he has no awareness of danger as he has never witnessed the risks himself.

💎One of the many things phos would do when he tends to take care of you, is to be very talkative and energetic. This same childish energy is what makes you smile, he will start to notice this and love any attention from you. Phos also loves to play with you, showing you the vast grasslands of this forgotten world.

💎Over time and sere lazy [since you are only a baby of maximum 8 months, plus the author of the manga is lazy with the time that has passed], her own carelessness puts you both at risk. Another thing I forgot to mention is his stubbornness, his stubbornness and also the many times he loves to show off.

💎The events that are coming is what makes phos realize of his reality, which cannot always be unconcerned, now it is not only him, now you depend entirely on his care. When he meets cinnabar after a few days hanging out with you, it is his first encounter with danger and the impending insecurity that begins to grow inside him.

💎 On that day, Phos knows fear. When the Lunarians almost take him away with him, once again because of his carelessness. And in that event, they also almost took you, the last human in this world.

💎He was lucky that cinnabar reacted, although he did get a strong scolding from him. The harsh words of his red-haired companion sounded in his mind "Stop meddling in other people's business, you only put yourself at risk and you should also pay more attention to what belongs to you".

💎Phos wanted to refute, that if he could find a suitable job, cinnabar too and none of them would be alone, although he had you. Though in all honesty, he didn't know his either. It's not until these moments that he remembers you, and little by little an unknown feeling grows in him.

💎Although his intentions are good, Cinnabar did not accept his help, he was more than fine like that and he was afraid of hurting that human that phos had in his arms, he just wanted to go to the moon, be useful to someone. This brings a negative weight for the young aqua green gem.

💎Let's fast forward a few days, as I don't want to go into too many spoilers. Phos is swallowed by the admirabilis in his snail form. As he is descending into the ruler's stomach, many questions run through his mind ….. WHY?, why can't he stop being so useless and naively dumb? He remembered his inefficient job taking care of you, so when he was swallowed he put you first, protecting you as best he could.

💎I will omit his encounter with the ruler and his escape to the sea, the only remarkable thing about this situation would be his curiosity to know more about you. Humans, their past as well as where you come from and being that his sensei wouldn't tell him much about your species or your origin.

💎Availing himself of this, the ruler lures phos into the sea. When he himself is brought before the lunarians, he again realizes how neglected and weak he feels. And it is so, that in these moments he is grateful that sensei has taken you from his side, because he saw him very insecure to take care of you. Deep inside his mind grows those bitter thoughts, his self-esteem doubting.

💎When admirabilis asks her if she knows the feeling of wanting to protect and take something back, as well as asking why he doesn't hate her, he doesn't feel up to judging her. He admires the fact that she would sacrifice everything for someone she loves.

💎Phos doesn't recognize that feeling, and the only thing he could claim to such a thing would be how he feels about you. But since this is an early stage in your relationship, their love is merely platonic.

💎As he loses his legs, a part of him also leaves, his optimism begins to fade, though he remains the same. As he loses his memories too, strangely he hasn't forgotten you or the promise he made to cinnabar.

💎Phos turns fast, he is thrilled with this change and naively believes that now if he could fight and become stronger. With these legs, he finds a new motivation. In fact, when sensei revokes his punishment and you hang out together again, he loves running with you and seeing that cute baby smile. Love your happiness, I would give everything for that expression and the feelings that come with it.

💎His 2nd encounter with the lunarians wakes him up. He is determined to become strong, to not be useless. He wants to prove to everyone that he can do it, he wants to be able to protect you, not to depend on others to survive.

💎Now, if we talk about the phos who already lost his arms and Antarc, his tendencies start to come out.

💎He will be more overprotective, he will doubt everyone and himself. He is afraid of losing you, he has already put many in danger. He knows he's gotten stronger, but it's not enough, he still has holes in his fighting style.

💎At this point you are already a big girl, max 7 years old. [Let's be honest, we don't know how the fuck time works in manga or anime]. This is where little by little a new feeling arises, because with your growth, phos notices the brilliance you give off.

💎Your human condition worries him, anything could hurt you. For the convenience of the script, your body is immortal.

💎This phos has already suffered, he is traumatized by the carelessness of losing antarc. It needs affection, already in this mode, phos becomes an overprotective, insecure and needy yandere.

💎His mental health depends on you, please don't do things that scare him, like running away or not informing him where you are. Lunarians may appear and take you away.

💎One of the many activities he loves to do with you in winter [it's ironic, as it reminds him of that he lost his partner, someone besides you who cared for him] They usually make a lot of snowmen, your charismatic and affectionate attitude stains the face of phosphophyllite in a pale pink color. Since neither you nor he sleeps like other gems, plus this phos has already changed his physiological system and you're just a human who sleeps daily periods of 8 hours.

💎In order not to bore you, they play many games that they keep inventing, this is tender, he admires your childishness, he sees himself in you.

💎Phos swore to protect you, he will never lose another loved one [antarc]. When bort offers him help to improve his fighting style, you instantly want to give him a chance too and will fight his side, which is a resounding no from the paranoid gem.

💎In general, he just wants to be loved and appreciated, to feel useful. Therefore, do not throw it away or abandon it like others, want it as it is, with its defects and virtues. [Although in the end, this ends in a clinging and psychotic phosphophyllite, sick with love and desire for revenge]

I'm sorry if this doesn't make fucking sense, sorry anon, I did what I could and besides, I'm re-reading the manga since I put it down 1 year ago.

Also, I want to study its moon version thoroughly and dedicate its own scenario to it. This I wrote at 1 in the morning, it can be absolute bullshit.

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arllenn · 3 years ago

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(Hewwo I want more cute phos x reader interactions thank you ;w;)

set in the world of metanoia - non cannon

"Phos! Come on I wanna go back before the sun sets!" Glancing around I cup my hands around my mouth yelling out "Phos" again. My voice is starting to get whiny, I know that, it's a habit I've picked up from Phos that I'm not really interested breaking.

Huffing I rest my hands on my hips, scanning the area for them. I'm up on the top floor of the school, near the flower beds that Phos and I take care of. I had chased them up here only a few minuets ago so the knowledge of how I've lost them is unknown to me. Sucking in a large breath I get ready to yell out their name again when I feel a hand clap over my mouth.

"Hey, hey, shush or else we'll get in trouble with the others" If I wasn't so familiar with that voice I would've jumped out of my body.

"And just where have you been?" I turn around in their arms to face them lightly pulling on their cheeks.

"I'm showwy, I'm showwy, please let me gwo~" Huffing I lightly, ever so gently, reach up with my gloved fingers and press at their forehead, once, twice, thrice.

"Guh, how could you! And after I did so much to find a good spot. You're horrible, the worst~" They step back pointing both of their fingers at me, a smug yet dead pan look on their face and whine in their voice.

Cocking my head I raise an eyebrow at them. I like to think that after spending 400 years together, as well as the knowledge from my previous life, I have a pretty good grasp on Phosphophyllite's behavior and personality but right now I'm totally confused. "Phos just what are you-"

"Well, well, well, my lovely Heca I'm glad you asked!" They firmly grasped my hand in theirs and started pulling me along.

"Hey Phos be careful if you break-"

"If you'd be so kind as to," They turn to face me and over exaggerated a shushing motion, "Then you'll find out soon." Humming they pulled me along towards one of the schools outdoor stairways.

"Dadadaduuun we are almost there! Be sure to watch your step kids!" Climbing up the wall of a rail on the side of the stairs Phos wobbled a bit. I reached out to steady them, placing a hand on their hip furthest from me and another on their calf closest.

"Please be careful. If you fall now I don't wanna get everyone to pick you up, it'll probably take till morning."

"I'm not gonna fall!" They wobble and I, with all my wisdom and glory, decide to get up on the rail behind them hoping that it will help me to steady them better.

"Oh yeah? Then what was that." Puffing out their cheeks they turn to look back at me with a pout.

"Shut up, silence, no more talking till we get there, then you can sing your praises to me. Besides, besides, besides wouldn't you save me if i fell? You wouldn't pick me up all by yourself?" They're whining again, I roll my eyes and lightly tap the space between their shoulder blades prompting them to move. Giggling, they continued to climb up and onto the roof?? Yeah I seriously have no idea what they're doing.

Climbing up I'm met with the sight of phos sitting in the space under where the bell is. They're not directly under the bell, thank god, knowing their track record they would shatter trying to get up or readjust themselves.

"So just what are we doing up here?"

"Obviously we're here to watch the moon rise. Feel free to shower the super cute me with praise~"

"Oh?" glancing up at the sky from my spot beside them, "It's kinda like stargazing then?" Then again I don't think I've seen a single star since I've come here so maybe not? I guess it would be the same thing as watching the sun rise? Even though I haven't done this before I feel a bit nostalgic. I do miss the starry sky though. Without the streetlights I bet it would be beautiful now.

"What's star gazing? I just said that we're here to watch the moon, jeez you don't listen to me at all." They pout turning away from me.

"Haha... I'm not too sure myself... I think I saw the term in a book that Lapis lent me a while ago." I scratch at my cheek nervously, and use the other to wave at them. "Think nothing of it."

"Aaaaaand?"

"And I'm really grateful that you brought me up here with you." Turning to face them, I smile. Phos has their chest slightly puffed out, face showing just how proud they are, smile decorating their features. I can't help myself from wanting to tease them. "I suppose even you have to have good ideas every once in a while."

"TALK ABOUT RUINING THE MOMENT!" Phos turns to me, their face holding a playful scowl. They make a pinching movement at me and I move my face closer so that they can have their fill of punishing me. "Hecatolite as your elder I'm very disappointed in you. If you apologize now I, the great cutie Phosphophlylite, may consider forgiving you." Releasing my cheeks they gave me an expectant look.

Chuckling I patted their head, a gesture Phos leans into. They really are cute. "Yes, yes, yes I'm ever so sorry dearest Phosphophyllite, cutest being in the universe, grand leader, you've truly outdone yourself in bringing the lowly me up here with you." We both stared at each other for a beat before bursting into fits of laughter.

"I suppose that I'll forgive you this time." They choke out in between giggles.

After calming down I place a hand over where my heart would've previously been. "No in all seriousness this is very cool, thank you so much for brining me up here with you."

"Hehe~ who else would I come with? Antarc is still asleep and so is Padparadscha."

"HAAH? does that mean that if they were awake you wouldn't brought me up here? And here I thought that you were my favorite."

Phos laughed a bit "Hey what the heck I still would've come up with you you know~, no need to feel lonely, you'll always be my favorite." They flopped into my lap ignoring my 'please be careful'

"Anyways shush now and just watch the moon."

Stroking their head I called out a "Riiight"

That night was a nostalgic and peaceful memory, that I will hold close to me until the end of my days.

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theheartroad · 7 years ago

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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs [nah just a couple] you would like to get to know better (or don’t it’s up to you!)

Tagged by @cheshirepirouette

Nickname(s): None! But some people have called me “Heart,” and that’s fine. It’s kind of sweet. [My name is Robin though.]

Gender: Nonbinary/Agender/Demigirl/Androgynous/Gendervague/It’s Complicated

Sign: Libra Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Sagittarius Rising. Height: 5’ 4″

Time: CST

Fav band(s): The Ark, Nightwish, Fall Out Boy, Teagan and Sara, Blue Oyster Cult

Fav solo artist(s): Janelle Monae, Beyonce, Hailey Kiyoko, Amanda Palmer,

Song stuck in my head: "Make Me Feel” by Janelle Monae

Last movie I saw: The Shape of Water

Last show I watched: The 100

When did I create my blog: Around .... Spring or Summer of 2017

What do I post: Kemetic stuff, jokes, politics, and personal shit

Last thing I Googled: Tawaret

Do I have any other blogs: Yeah I run several e-shrines to the kemetic deities, such as -- @setfeels @bastfeelsshrine @nephthysfeels @anatfeels @anubisfeels @antewyfeels @sobekfeels @nutgoddessoftheskyfeels @herufeels @osirisfeels @isisfeelsshrine @djehutifeels @hathorfeels @horakhtyfeels @feelofthesun @sekhmetfeels @seshatfeels @wepwawetfeels and @hatshepsutpharaoh which is for its namesake pharoah.

I also have my tarot blog, @heartroadtarot and my Wordpress blog, https://theheartroad.blog/

Do I get asks: Some! I don’t have anon on, because I only want to engage with people who are a certain level of polite.

Why did I chose my URL: Set gave it to me.

Following: *shrug* don’t keep track.

Followed by: *shrug* don’t keep track. I find once I let go of the anxiety cycle of checking, I stopped actually giving a damn and I feel better for it.

Average hours of Sleep: 8-11 hours.

Lucky number: 6

Instruments: I played the piano when I was a child and teenager. I quit because the pressure my father put on me was horrendous.

What I am wearing: Work clothes! A black shirt with a collar, khaki pants, a tiger’s eye round necklace with the “flower of life” on it, and a small, clay, Ocarina of Time, and a lapis lazuli ring I wear for Nebt-Het.... [Though my preferred clothes are (1) red and blue plaid overshirt over a red tank top with black pants, (2) and a pinkish-mullberry tank top that has gold print representing the mascot of the local queer-owned thrift store, with pink-mulberry lace at the bottom hem, worn with pink shorts....

Dream job: Artist, Professional Chaneller and Tarot Reader, Writer, and Video Game Creator

Dream trip: Hm. I’d have to think about that.

Fav food: Watermelon, taro-cream-filled sweet loaf bread, chicken pho, chicken bahn mi, many kinds of fish, salmon especially, many kinds of tacos, etc.

Nationality: settler/decndant of land thieves of the United States

Fav song: *shrug??*

Last book I read: The Shape of Water, The Book of Doors Divination Deck: An Oracle from Ancient Egypt, and “The Fullest” magazine.

Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join: [Join? No. But appreciate...] Undertale, Dragon Age, The Legend of Korra, Steven Universe, Final Fantasy X-2

#it's me #my posts #about me

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amiarealfan · 7 years ago

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Bubble Tea and Coffee

Asian American reader x Jason Todd

A/N: I’m Asian American but I didn’t know how to make the reader seem Asian American so she doesn’t really seem Asian. This is my first fanfiction by the way so it’s really bad. The reader is mostly based on me, so sorry if they don’t really act like you. If you have any advice on anything besides grammar please tell me.

It's a clear and chilly night, the pale moon was shining upon the dark city of Gotham. As is right now, it's 3am and you were right outside the dinner in between Chinatown and Boyle Heights*, it's the only place in the city where you could get pancakes, bubble tea, and tamales at the same time. The dinner wasn’t really popular due to the fact that it was located in the one dangerous spots in Gotham. Really only people with came to this quaint dinner were bikers, criminals, and the occasional college student from Gotham University, you, looking for a bite to eat.

You knew the owners quite well. You came here quite often in between your study sessions when you needed to fill up on sugar to get through the night. Since you were the least sketchy person with visited that place, the owners made it a priority for you to become a regular. The food wasn’t really something you could fit in without cutting something out, but hey, who needs a social life when you got horchata paired with pho and chocolate cake.

You walk in the dinner, closing door behind you rang the bell signaling the owners the bar that a customer had just walked in. The smelled of fried eggrolls and bacon, heaven. I was a bit more empty than when you usually come. There were always at least 5 bikers in here having a cup of coffee. Today there was just 2 to 3 people.

The lady at the counter smiled and greeted you “hey there (y/n), have a seat and I’ll be back with your usual or would you like to try another cray combination,”.

You smiled back. “Nah I take the usual, but replace the pancakes with toast, I’m feeling experimental.” You replied to her.

You walk to take a seat at your favorite booth. The booth was second to the right, it had a nice view of the street and the large building ahead. It also gave you an ok view of the kitchen so you could see what was going on with your food. When you looked, a random dude had taken your spot, the left side, right next to the window. With a swift movement, you turned on your heel to head back to your dorm. RIght when you got in from the o the door, a thought popped up into your head.

Who does this guy think he is. That was your table. Your name was literally carved into the table. You’ve sat there for two years. The seat is molded into the shape of your butt, There are hot cocoa stains on that table because of you. You earned that seat. It was your seat.

Once again on the heel of your foot you turn around and walk back to your well-deserved table. Once you reached your table you opened up your mouth and raised your pointed hand, ready to talk your way back to your spot. Suddenly, you couldn’t move, you were frozen. Curses! Social anxiety was a pain the ass. In this frozen state, you started to see defining the feature of the man who took your spot. He had a strong chin, and a white streak in his jet black hair, that was obviously dyed. His blue eyes were staring out of the window off into sparkling lights of the city in the distance.

“Uhh… do you need something?” The deep voice startled you. You break focus on the guy, to see he’s looking at you with a wondering look.

“Uhh… yeah… umm, you're sitting in my seat. So… like, can I have it back.” you explain your situation.

“I don’t see your name on it” He tries to reason with you jokingly.

“Ahh, but that’s where you’re wrong, my name is under your coffee cup.” You say back to him defending yourself.He lifts up his cup of hot black coffee to see in small font a name that read “(y/n)”.

“I see, well I’m sitting here right now but you’re welcome to join me on the other side of the booth.” He negotiated.

“Eh, fair enough” You gave up and slid into the booth seat across from him. You wouldn’t lie it was a bit weird, sitting with some random stranger. At least he was extremely sweet eye candy. You could look at his face from the corner of his eye. Before both of you could say a word the woman who greeted you was back with your order.

“Here ya go, the usual of bubble tea, chorizo tacos and toast” the woman smiled and walked away.

“So what brings you to the edge of town, drug cartel, bank robbery, or shoplifting?” You start before stuffing your mouth full of buttered toast.

“Assassination, actually, you should be afraid of me.” He answers your question.

“Bitch please, I’m a broke college student, I don’t have anything to live for, but these tacos.” You joke around with him, He chuckles and you sent the night chatting.

You were now long done with your meal and his hot coffee was now cold coffee. The early morning light was coming out from behind the horizon for you to notice how you guys had talked all night.

“Aww shit, I have to get back to my dorm. I have an exam in 72 hours,” you exclaim and slam your money on the table before running out the door.

*a Hispanic neighborhood right in Los Angeles, where I live.

#jason todd #batman #robin #red hood #reader incert #x reader #asian reader #DC #fanfiction #fanfic #dc comics

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wbouldingblog-blog · 7 years ago

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I’m wet and cold, but not unhappy. Wet, not because it’s raining dear readers, but because I’ve just been for a swim in our lovely (so far) hotel pool in Hoi An, and have only been driven upstairs because a) a child, who seems to have whooping cough but decided swimming would be his activity of choice today, hawked the brownish contents of his alveoli into the water where I would have been swimming and b) the temperature has dropped to a ‘frigid’ 24 degrees.

I left you on my Goalie Post as we were on the bus to Ho Chi Minh City (or HCMC as it’s known by those who want to spare syllables, as I do). After the most beautiful noodle soup in the most beautiful service station, we got to Phnom Penh without further drama and were driven to the Mekong Express depot, where we got on larger coach which would take us to HCMC. As we pulled away, the chap who seemed like he was in charge came down to inspect passports and visas. We’d been clever clogs and sorted ours online beforehand, having read that visa-free access was only an option. This turned out to be fake news. The chap explained (repeatedly) that ‘these passports, no problem. You don’t need visa!’ and disposed of our rather expensive printouts.

We got into our usual bus routine of napping, listening to classical music (me – the refined one, as you’d expect) and checking social media (Henny – the modern one, as you’d expect) (but me too when Henny let me leechingly tether to her cleverly-bought sim card). As we passed along the litter-strewn streets, weaving and honking our way past dangerously driven motorcycles, we followed our progress on Google maps – the border was approaching. Once again, the man in charge explained what we had to do and herded us all off at the Cambodian border to confirm to the authorities that we’d actually left their country. Then, once again as a group, we made our way on the bus through the no-man’s land between countries and entered the smart building of the Vietnamese immigration control. Immediately we were impressed by the organisation and cleanliness of the building – there were even bins! Once again, we waited en masse to have our passports processed and shuffled our way past the guards, put our bags through a (seemingly useless) x-ray machine and that was it – far less painful to get through than the Cambodian border.

Back on the bus, we sped past several grandiose buildings flying red flags with more stars, hammers and sickles than you could shake a marching baton at. We were definitely in a communist country now. Every shop flew the red flag with the yellow star in the middle – I was unsure whether this was a law or just some incredible nationalist sentiment from the shops next to the border. Then something struck me. In the 15 or 20 minutes it had been since we crossed the border, we hadn’t seen a single pile of rubbish next to the road, not one mouldy pile of litter had been spotted. On first impressions, Vietnam was taking a great step ahead.

It was only another hour or so to HCMC, where we were dropped next to a Burger King (great omen on the food front) and elected to get a taxi to our hotel – the Alagon Saigon hotel and spa. We had tried to get a vague idea of the price to the hotel (only a kilometre away as the crow flies), but only got the ‘taxi meter, taxi meter’ response, so took the taxi anyway. Bad idea. It ended up costing us 10 dollars for a 10-minute trip as there was a building site preventing us from going the short way. ‘New year’ was the excuse, but we had been robbed blind.

After we’d checked in and inspected our lovely large room (we’d even got an upgrade thanks to Henny’s elite status on Booking.com), we went for a quick explore, found the backpacker street and got some street food (Banh Mi for me – a delicious baguette filled with salad and barbecue pork, and a disappointing Pho for Henny – we knew we’d get better). We then sniffed out a bar on a street corner, ordered a beer each, saw a woman agree to accompany a creepy old man for the night, paid up and went home to sleep like freshly-chopped lumber.

The next day, we decided to have a relaxed day of exploration and walked over to the big Ban Thanh market, where I was talked into buying not one, but two pairs of shorts (I needed t-shirts really) for a princely sum. Perspirating madly and despairing at my awful decision (and bargaining skills), we headed to a local shopping centre which had been recommended by one of Henny’s colleagues (thanks, Alex!).

It was here that I had one of the most interesting toilet experiences of my life. Henny and I had both been suffering a little from the unpredictability of a gippy tummy, so our first stop was to the loos. No urinals, just stalls in the men’s – strange, but true. First thing to hit me was a small panel on the right-hand side of the bowl as you sat down. The second thing to hit me (as I sat down) was the heated loo seat. Normally when you sit on a warm loo seat, there’s that feeling of disgust (some fat, hairy bloke has just been voiding himself here, hasn’t he?), but here it was too warm and (dare I say it) comfortable for that. This was deliberate bottom warming – and not unpleasant. Then there were various buttons to control the minutiae of the enigma that was this loo. Position, style (rear, soft

A little blurry due to fits of childish laughter

rear or front), pressure, dryer and, most importantly, the stop button as well as the heat controls for the seat and water were all present here. There was more processing power here than there was in the rockets for the moon missions, that’s for sure. I found the heat control and turned it down on the seat, as I felt a little bit like I was being turned into human bacon. I didn’t actually produce (ahem) on the loo, but couldn’t pass up this ripe opportunity I’d been presented with. Opting for ‘soft rear’, just to try it out, I heard a whirr and suddenly (taking me a little by surprise) a jet of warm water spurted with quite some force and perfect aim at (and into – not quite as comfortable) my nether regions. Startled by this inanimate object’s sudden, damp invasion, I scrabbled through the controls, initially trying to find the pressure control to turn it down (I had opted for ‘soft’, hadn’t I?!), then mashing the ‘stop’ button like a younger sibling on a playstation 2. Having managed to put an end to my reverse shower, I tentatively pressed the dryer button which, in stark comparison to the aggression of the water, gently wafted me ineffectively. After a couple of minutes of gentle waft, I reckoned I was dry enough to get back out into the real world, where I met Henny with a schoolgirl giggle. She hadn’t been as brave as I (the loo pioneer) had, and probed me tactically on velocity and surprise value.

With my afternoon having been made by the loo experience, I forgave Henny the next hour or so of shopping centre ritual (walking aimlessly around the shops, mostly western, tugging at interesting tops and saying ‘ooh that’s nice’), when we got to a toy shop full of Lego. I’m not sure if it was my giggling childishness from the loo, but I certainly felt 5 years old again as I wondered at all the new (and expensive) Lego kits that were out there. We were supposed to be searching for something nice for the two Australian girls that Henny au paired (and who I’ll be meeting in Melbourne – looking forward to it!) on her last visit down under 4 years ago, but sadly found nothing at this particular spot (except great excitement for me at the prospect of playing with Lego again at some point in the future).

After a brief visit to the top of the high tower, we found that pool afternoon was in order. We headed home, got in our swimmers, in the lift and up to the 11th floor for our rooftop pool and 3 for 2 offer on beer, which powered us through our blog posts. The wifi was good, so we were able to post and schedule a few blog posts at that point, a refreshing change from the on-and-off relationship with the wifi on Koh Rong.

Beers finished, pool splashed in and blog posted, we made our (slightly wobbly) way down to the restaurant for high tea, a small collection of cakes and fruit and a cup of Earl Grey. I was once on holiday in Devon during the blazing heat of an English summer (probably about 25 degrees) as a child and couldn’t understand how my parents and grandparents were able to drink hot tea with their cream teas. I was told, “You’ll understand one day, William. Now finish your squash.” This was the day that I understood. Glorious it was.

Once we’d finished high tea, we headed upstairs again for a bit, I watched some football (it seems to be on fox sports 24/7) and walked to the street food market, where I ordered more Pho and some fresh summer rolls, while Henny took the night off food in an attempt to curb gippy tummy. We then rolled to a travel agent, booked a visit to the Cu Chi tunnels for the two days’ time and headed back home.

The next day, after another lovely buffet breakfast, we set off in search of sights: the independence palace, war remnants museum and (most excitingly of all) the post office. We got 2 out of 3. After taking the long way around the walls and being accosted by a coconut seller who stole 150k dong from us for 2 coconuts (that’s 5+ euros for 2 coconuts which usually cost about 75 cents each) and holding his weighty wooden staff for a bit, we found that the independence palace was shut until one. We then decided to go to the war remnants museum and return when it was open again.

Me ‘pretending’ that the stick is heavy

Henny struggling with the weight

The war remnants museum is, unsurprisingly, about the Vietnamese wars of the mid-20th century, including both the war of independence with France, then the proxy and direct wars with the United States, which they call the American war. History is written by the victors, they say, and so it was here; everything written from a refreshingly Vietnamese point of view, painting them in a brave and patriotically heroic light rather than the ‘Apocalypse Now’ cloaked-and-daggered Viet Cong, Ride-of-the-Valkyries-blaring-from-a-helicopter history we’re familiar with in the west. Along with the standard war machinery in the courtyard, there was a wealth of photojournalistic content documenting the horrors from both sides (though the torture used by the Americans seemed to be more present) and the lasting effects of the tonnes of Agent Orange used to flush out the Viet Cong. We read stories of how 2nd and 3rd generations of families were dealing with the consequences, how the social programmes were helping those affected, as well as art which had been created by children affected by dioxin. It’s amazing how brutal we can be to each other sometimes and beautiful how people cope with and get on with their lives however they can.

After the museum, we headed back to the palace, but weren’t prepared to pay entry for another museum and walk around the gardens as well, so we got a bottle of water instead and headed to the post office via the cathedral. Unlike most British post offices, this wasn’t a Postman-Pat/Mrs-Goggins-run place with chocolate bars and lottery tickets, this was more of a post palace. The only thing I’ve seen which is comparable was in Russia, where they have a vast room and hundreds of Gogginses bureaucratically stamping and franking envelopes. At one end was a huge picture of Ho Chi Minh (the president whose name the city now carries) and around 3 sides were barred-off counters with various functions; pensions, unemployment benefit, parcel collection and sending, and stamp sales. After buying enough stamps to send our postcards from Koh Rong (hope you got it, Grandma!) and taking a blurry posting-picture, we went home, had some more high tea watched some football (or at least I did) and then treated ourselves to dinner at a sushi place where we sat next to some Germans who had found out the Vietnamese for cheers and wouldn’t shut up about it. Nevertheless, the sushi was good and my chicken teriyaki delicious. We then headed to the local mini mart, grabbed some beers and headed upstairs for a Netflix and chilling thriller session with the Ritual – a great British thriller set in Sweden.

The next day, after another very large breakfast (with more Pho!), we were picked up by a bus and taken to the Cu Chi tunnels, via an art factory where people affected by Agent Orange were making some fabulous pictures on blocks of wood using eggshell and bits of clamshell. Beautiful, but useless for us travellers, so we took the short tour of the workshop then chilled in the shade before getting back on the bus. 45 minutes later, we were unloaded and had stickers pressed onto us before getting into the museum’s densely wooded area. Here, we were shown how the Viet Cong had hidden in a network of tunnels which was a miniature underground town, with kitchens, underground toilets, air holes, tailors (for the high-end Viet Cong fashion overalls), and weapons factory. We also had a demonstration of various grisly traps, initially designed for animals but used by the Viet Cong for maiming humans. We were shown the remains of a tank and were even offered the chance to shoot some guns, which felt insensitive and a little awkward to do where so many people died, so we politely declined whilst flinching every time somebody had their go. Then, we finally got to crawl through a 100-metre stretch of the tunnel and I immediately regretted bringing my large blue rucksack – it was a squeeze even for those without hefty luggage. Dusty, dirty and with aching joints from scrambling around in the dark (it was like doing mega-squats), we headed to the kitchen where we were served the staple of the Viet Cong (tapioca with a sugar and peanut mixture) and some jasmine tea. Afterwards, we headed back to the bus and chatted with some of our fellow travellers, who gave us some excellent tips for Hoi An, our next stop.

We were dropped off at our hotel and, as another treat, headed out to the tallest building in HCMC for some cocktails and sunset view (we made it with 15 minutes to spare) then went to Pizza 4P’s (For Peace – another Alex recommendation) and had the best pizzas we’d had in a long time, perhaps ever (the toppings, sauce, dough – everything perfect). A very impressive cheese board with garlic pizza bread had kicked us off and the pizzas blew us away – Henny had a half-margarita with creamy burrata and a camembert and ham and I had a seafood pizza which I added tabasco to and it was perfect. We’re still waxing lyrical about it a week later. Dreaming of that pizza. Weighing up whether to return there, even though we only have 1 night in HCMC on the way to Australia.

Almost crying with happiness, we headed home and I introduced Henny to a staple of British culture, which is on Vietnamese Netflix and I’m pleased to say it was a success. Henny absolutely loves the Inbetweeners. Happy and full of lovely food and British schoolboy humour, we slept again until it was time to wake up for more food – this time a lighter breakfast – and then we checked out, left our bags downstairs and headed up to the pool to read, relax and swim. I managed to make friends with a Scottish dad who lives in Shanghai (shoutout to John) and chatted for ages about everything. We spent another couple of hours drying off, then headed out for some Banh Mi and a beer. We headed back to the hotel, collected our bags and headed to the airport in an Uber. The airport was better than Schönefeld (not a very high bar) and we relaxed and watched a couple of episodes of the Inbetweeners after going through the rather lax security.

Once on the half-filled plane with a loud American complaining and breaking several records, including ‘Most Disruptive Passenger Ever’, ‘Most Words Uttered On An Hour-Long Flight’ and ‘Most Opinionated Female 2017’, Henny took her usual travelling nap and I plugged myself into my ipod for some Blink 182 goodness. At the other end, we were met by a chap with a board, and helped out a couple who’d been let down by their lift from the airport. I’ll leave you there, wondering what happened next, and fill you in on Hoi An at a later date.

Yours cliffhangingly,

Boulders

Ho Chi Minh… *sigh* Gone. I’m wet and cold, but not unhappy. Wet, not because it’s raining dear readers, but because I’ve just been for a swim in our lovely (so far) hotel pool in Hoi An, and have only been driven upstairs because a) a child, who seems to have whooping cough but decided swimming would be his activity of choice today, hawked the brownish contents of his alveoli into the water where I would have been swimming and b) the temperature has dropped to a ‘frigid’ 24 degrees.

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