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beardedmrbean · 8 months ago

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Sorry for the delay, but something I keep seeing from Africans

Africans: Ugh can Americans stop showing that we are all in huts or war zones?

Black Americans: But Africa is a sacred place for us!

Africans: You do know we have electricity, have the Internet and watch stuff on Netflix?

Black Americans: Huh?

Africans: We also tend to combine our tribes designs with modern architecture and clothing…Wait…We usually became independent in the mid 20th century….You guys don’t think we completely took out the (usually shitty) electric systems the French and English implanted rather than improve on them?

BA: yeah

Africans…Holy shit this explains Wakanda in the movies

Of course there is conflict between say old New York and modern New York. And Mexico City blended their heritage with their modern style

Now on sir your being mocked, there a very old thread he reblog about someone saying Killmonger represented the conflicts between black Americans and Africans

Now Killmonger and Wakanda was a special case…the thing is with modern black Americans is that current dispora is self inflicted. Like that college of black Americans students complaining there were too many African ones

African Americans activists: We are so oppressed in America *proceed to walk past pictures of the Obamas, famous black civil rights activists like MLK and Rosa Parks, proceed to listen to Micheal Jackson and Beyoncé music*

Oh and the blm shitshow

But the issues is that a lot of black Americans activists never left their 10 year old understanding of Africa. They cling onto a FETISHIZED version of it, and romanticize the Dahomey….who the og source to all the evil shit that happened to our enslaved ancestors

I mean we would have these dark jokes (pun intended) about Thomas Jefferson and his slave if it wasn’t for Dahomey…also Nigeria banned women king? Wait isn’t that also what Yorubaland is at?

In a alternate universe, Israel banned a movie that said that the NAZIS ended the concentration camps

Oh thanks Viola Davis, John Boyega(wait isn’t he a second gen Nigerian Britian? Well shit), and that white chick for damaging our media bond with Africa

Thank youuuuuu

But also the main issues is the ENTITLEMENT my community have towards Africans cultures because we have the same skintones as them. You guys treat Africa as a fucking Disney fantasyland and have tantrums when Africans point out the differences between us and them

Probably a second one, but the feminists panel video I sent. The YouTuber Synder pointed out in the video she felt like she was in a room of people who think their the main protagonist of a young adult fictional novel

It’s terrified me to how much that with black Americans around Africans

Africans: Ugh can Americans stop showing that we are all in huts or war zones? ect....

Post floating round on here, couple of them actually they go different ways but start the same. With pointing out the western idea of what Africa looks like is wrong and racist.

Where it gets funny is the one with the mud huts and such that are actually in Africa and pictures of I thought it was Mexico city but it's not popping up as examples of what they have going on in Africa.

If I hadn't checked the OP's blog I'd have thought they did that on purpose.

Now I been taking to Indian friend to help make a better Wakanda. And one thing I been noticing about people in the old world like in England, India, and especially Japan. Is that they prefer to combine their historical past with modern times Of course there is conflict between say old New York and modern New York. And Mexico City blended their heritage with their modern style

Mexico City couldn't keep all its old traditions alive, had to get rid of that temple in the middle of town where they did the human sacrifices and such, still shows up in their artwork tho.

A lot of these places where they do that it's connected to whatever the faith of the people is, it's 'sacred' architecture, not a hard and fast rule but you'll see it if you look in a lot of places. They also tend to be very homogeneous populations where that happens, be why in the US that just ain't happening. Japan on the other hand.....

Now on sir your being mocked, there a very old thread he reblog about someone saying Killmonger represented the conflicts between black Americans and Africans

I don't recall that bit off hand, but I can see the comparison.

2016 some blm activists/leaders were invited to the white house to meet with obama for a chat, barry asked them what they wanted and such the response was along the lines of, we don't think we're being taken seriously and it feels like nobody is listening to us.

I will point out the irony of, saying that to the president of the United States when you are meeting him on his invitation in the Oval Office, because lots of people seemed to miss that one.

I mean we would have these dark jokes (pun intended) about Thomas Jefferson and his slave if it wasn’t for Dahomey…also Nigeria banned women king? Wait isn’t that also what Yorubaland is at?

that and Benin, which benin is actually the successor state to the dahomey empire, so they probably have some band blood still in Nigeria if they did ban that, credit to a lot of various black led publications in the US, they took the opportunity that woman king gave them and proceeded to be honest about it, pretty much out of options other than ignore at that point tho.

In a alternate universe, Israel banned a movie that said that the NAZIS ended the concentration camps

Don't know that I'll ever understand why they made the film, could they possibly have thought people wouldn't look.

Was looking for something else to add here and ran into this which just may be better.

ARTICLE LINK HERE

This is one of those things that tend to get black Americans to expose their own anti-blackness, because often times I see the comments made about actual Africans after a thing like this pops up and the entitled children come out of the woodwork with any and every reason why it's tottaly different when they do that.

Any other Black Americans visit Africa to see their ancestral homeland?

This is from a travel forum and it starts out in the most American way possible I think.

There's some nice information in there, some countries in West Africa have made a industry out of black Americans returning to the motherland and are making a fair deal of money out of it, which depending on the history of that country they may be double dipping since they got the money when they sold their ancestors too.

But they probably don't want to talk about that, lol

Still can't find what I was looking for, some IG "model" flaunting herself in the middle of the dirt road in a African village with her fancy shiny new "authentic" clothes with a good portion of the folks that actually live there giving her either bewildered or annoyed looks, reading their minds I can hear them all screaming 'just spend your money and go back to America please' in their heads.

Not Kenyan Hippie is fun with some of that, she's sassy too I like her.

#zoomer huey anon

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sometimesanalice · 6 months ago

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Morgan!!

As the certified president of the Lew Crew/Bob Babe Society of Swooning, you have no idea how happy I am that you like this one! I simply cannot thank you enough for giving this a read before I posted it! Your cheerleading meant the world to meeee!

more for youuuuuu!

As it turned out fate had a name and it was Robert Floyd.

This line did me in the first time I read it. And the second. And probably all the million more times I will read this fic.-- I was so tickled when you messaged me about this, lololol. I loved the idea of him being a subtle meet cute mastermind! He just wanted a shot with cute girl in front of him! There was almost a Bob POV in this, but I decided against it for the continuity of it. But he was enamored with the way she was snarking under her breath at all the nonsense in her email inbox as she took her little afternoon coffee break. He also thinks Jeff should read his emails more carefully that way she doesn't have to waste time giving him the same information for the second time that day, lmao.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, since you looked busy. But I didn’t want to miss my chance,” he’d confessed over candlelight.

I am SO OBSESSED with him orchestrating a little meet cute to meet the girl in the coffee shop 🥹 like, sorry, this man is actually too adorable for this Mortal plane.-- the way him fessing up in the first 10 minutes of that date had me swooooooning! Like he is so cute for it because he didn't want to start things off without being fully transparent because he could already tell he was really into her right off the bat. Not like there is anything wrong with ordering the same thing, but that man knew what he was doing when he also reached for that first one being called out, lololol. Cheeky boy!

Although instead of the seascape class you’d thought you’d signed up for, you’d willingly paid $86+ tax to watch Bob’s lithe, long fingers delicately grip a paintbrush in a way you thought was going to make you lose your mind.

Sorry, I was drooling. Can you repeat that?-- can you imagineeeeeeee??! oh wait, i can too that's the issue, it's too much of a visual image! sos

Bob’s hands had gently wrapped around your wrists before he’d pulled them from your face. And then he’d leaned in close, taking your chin in his hand and kissed you squarely on the lips, his tongue dipping in and sliding against yours to taste the acrylic pigment from your surprised mouth.“Huh,” he’d said, contemplatively. He’d pulled away only far enough to look into your eyes and give you a soft smile. “Celadon blue doesn’t taste like a Cabernet, go figure.”

This...is actual perfection. You truly nailed Bob in this fic and the way he's so natural in the way he smooths over any discomfort. And the little sass? I'll take one Paint N' Sip with Bob Floyd, please.-- ok, now I was the girl who drank the paint water (i was in the zone it wasn't my fault, lol), and the way I didn't have a Bob Floyd to smooth things over in my time of need was a CRIME, hahahaha! One was or another there was going to be a paint kiss, but in my original planning draft there was also a note where he would have also taken a sip of the paint water to make it less embarrassing and then she initiates the kiss. But him taking the lead in that moment was just too swoonworthy to pass up! And then Sassy Bob like giving the side eye to the instructor every time they passed by, no one makes his girl feel uncomfortable! Not on his watch!

You always did have a thing for men with perfectly floppy hair.

Like father, like son.-- I knew I could count on you to catch the wink to The Father!

Bob was shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose-fitting and paint stained jeans that were hanging low on his hips as he worked on getting all of his brushes and paints set up.

How did you get access to my wet dreams? That long boy with an inch of Calvins peaking out? Nope, not well over here. Not well at all.-- I also know for a fact that man thrifted that pair of jeans too, knowing that they were inevitably going to get messy. They're already broken in for him, and he just wears them so well! Not the Calvins, Morgan! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?? I know I wouldn't make it out alive!

The color of his morning skies eyes would always darken to a deep shade of Prussian blue as he took in the curves of you. With him you always felt appreciated, wanted, desired.

This is stunning. Your fics always make me want to live inside them, and I can practically feel this line. When will it be me????????-- stoppppp!! that is the most lovely compliment, my heart cannot take ittttt!! Also I was definitely looking up blue scales on the internet and reading about color theory, lmao. He's just the right amount of possessive, like she's his because he earned that! The man is always putting in the work because he knows a good thing when he sees it! And we love that!

“Where do you want me?”“In my bed,” he murmured against your lips.

🫠🫠🫠🫠 No words, just intense pining.-- ok, but between you and me and anyone else who reads this (lol). Figuring out Bob's voice did take me a hot minute. It was a bit of trial and error working through things since he was new to me for writing. But I loved him just being so earnest like all the time, where there are openings for him to make a joke or to take it a different direction, but he always goes with his most honest answer. He's such a he means what he says type to me, and I loved that here because he was so close to putting those paints aways lmao.

“God, look at you,” Bob breathes, reverently, “You’re so beautiful. This might be my best work ever.”

God, this is everything. You painted him (hehe) so perfectly, I'm gonna die.-- your pun has me GIGGLING. And like yeah he's totally talking about his art, but he is also definitely talking about landing his dream girl here!

“Wanna paint you just like this,” he murmurs, sucking at the spot where your leg and hip meet. “But I don’t think you’d stay still long enough for me to finish.”

😵‍💫 He's not wrong.-- CHEEKY BOYYYYYYYYYYY!! (do we think he gets his way later? lololol. I kind of think he'd have to leave her boneless first before he attempted that NSFW painting, hahaa)

“Jesus Christ,” Bob huffs, raggedly, taking in his handiwork, “You’re my masterpiece.”

ALEXA HOW DARE YOU PUT THIS HERE I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!!!-- I was unhinged for this in the best way possible! Like not him just admiring his [redacted] on her stomach like "yeah, this is my crowning achievement". Like I need to talk a walk around the block now. It's too much for meeeeeee.

He gave you the sky and he made you his world.

This ending line? Frame it and put it in a museum, it made my heart swell up 🥹 A perfect ending for a perfect fic-- AND TO THINK I ALMOST DIDN'T HAVE IT IN THERE!!! It was a last read through bit, I didn't think anyone would really care about what he painted on her. But I loved the idea of him covering her in clouds and I was just going to leave that as my own little headcanon so people could imagine what they wanted to. But when I told another friend what he was painting they were adamant that it had to go in! And I am so glad that I did, because while on his normal canvases he likes to paint things on the ground. But I love that with her he wanted to share his favorite place. I'm actually so soft about it for how smutty this fic is, haha!

Thank you for your support with this one! I was nervous about letting the girliepops down, and I wanted to share my love for the big handed blue eyed man too! I've reread your reblog like 27 times, and it makes me grin every time! I'm so, so thrilled you liked this! 💙

Make Me Your Masterpiece

Summary: Bob credits you for helping him to find his new hobby. And when he asks if he can you paint you, you find you quite like the idea of being his muse.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: fluff, smut, and basically an ode to Lewis Pullman’s hands (mdni)

(Author’s Note: smutty fics are the new friendship bracelet, spread the word! Happy Birthday, Ames! 🎉 @laracrofted)

You’ve always had a thing for Bob’s hands.

They were one of the first things you noticed about him that day at the coffee shop almost a year ago now.

You’d been reaching for your iced vanilla cinnamon latte when a big hand had wrapped around it just a half of a second before you could grab it. Which you wouldn’t have minded admiring them for a moment under any other circumstances, but after an endless string of meetings you’d been in a dire need of a caffeine fix- and not the weak stuff that people brewed in your office’s communal coffee pot.

“I think that’s-” you’d started.

“Oh, I’m sorry-” the coffee thief backpedaled.

The next thing you knew you were looking into the prettiest pair of ocean blue eyes.

The two of you were startled out of the moment when the barista called out the next order as they’d set it on the counter.

By some kismet or fate, they had been a matching set. But instead of embroidered towels, it was his and hers coffee cups with your names written on them in a hasty scrawl.

Realization dawned over his features as he gave you a sheepish smile, “Think this one might belong to you, Miss.” He spun the coffee until he found the spot with your name. That little smile becoming a full grin as he’d said it aloud before passing the cup to you.

The hands had been good, the eyes had been great, but Bob’s smile directed at you had left you weak in the knees.

You’d been a goner right then and there.

And while you’d ended up almost ten minutes late to your next meeting, you’d also gone back to the office with his phone number written on a cardboard coffee sleeve that was tucked away safely in your purse and a date lined up later that week.

As it turned out fate had a name and it was Robert Floyd.

Barely twenty minutes into your first official date with Bob, his ears had turned a delightful shade of pink as his anxious fingers straightened the silverware on the white linen tablecloth of the Italian spot he’d taken you to. He’d fessed up and apologized as he came clean, telling you that he’d purposefully ordered the same coffee as you in hopes of getting to start up a conversation with the pretty girl who’d been standing in front of him in line.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you, since you looked busy. But I didn’t want to miss my chance,” he’d confessed over candlelight.

He’d told you how he’d only been at the coffee shop because he’d recently returned from a deployment and was fighting the jetlag that came with adjusting to being back on Pacific Standard Time, and that he normally preferred tea but he needed something with a bit more to it to get him through the day.

Instead of getting up and taking the bottle of wine to-go as a consolation prize, like you would have if it had been anyone else, his genuine earnestness had charmed you instantly. And you’d settled on having a second date with him before the first one had even really started.

You only let him sweat it for about thirty seconds before you took pity on him. With a light fingertip, you traced along one of the veins on the back of his hand and simply asked, “So other than being a meet cute mastermind, what is it that you do for a living, Bob?”

It was the best first date you’d ever had.

For your second date with him, you’d bought tickets to a ‘Paint and Sip’ event at a buzzy new bistro in town your friend had told you about.

You weren’t an artist by any means, but during that dinner date his antsy fingers and expressive hands had clued you into how nervous he’d been. You’d found your eyes drifting to them on more than one occasion. Partly because they were so enticingly disproportionate to the rest of him, but also because you couldn’t look him directly in the eye for too long without feeling your face heating up.

You thought it would be a good way for the both of you to work past the getting-to-know-you jitters, something that would keep your hands and eyes occupied enough to relax a bit more and have fun together.

You’d spent the whole first hour trying and failing to mix the perfect shade of blue before giving up when you’d realized that the man next to you, in addition to having really great hands, was also very good at painting.

Bob had seemed surprised by that too because he’d kept flushing that wonderful shade of pink that had quickly become your new favorite color every time you complimented his piece.

He had steady, capable hands. But you were quickly learning that everything about Bob Floyd seemed that way. There was a quiet confidence about him. He didn’t shy away from the way he’d openly observed you, like you were a riddle he was enjoying learning to decode.

You’d never known a man to be so attentive until him.

Bob’s tongue was peeking out as he’d worked on adding some wispy clouds to the top of his piece. You weren’t even sure what step you’d technically stopped at before you’d given up to watch the visual feast of him painting instead. Only halfheartedly adding random bits to your canvas along the way to make sure it wasn’t totally blank by the end of the session.

You’d been so zoned out watching him create that it was like a slow-motion sequence in a horror movie. You’d reached out for your wine glass, lifting it to your lips to take a sip, it had only taken you a split second to realize it wasn’t the full-bodied red you’d ordered that was coating your tongue, but the murky, gritty paint water instead.

Mortified, you’d looked over just in time to see Bob’s empathetic wince. You’d been hoping to fly under the radar, but it had turned out that you’d had more than one set of eyes on you.

“And we officially have our first casualty of the evening, folks,” the instructor cheerily announced to the group, “The rest of you can breathe easy now!”

You wanted to be able to laugh at your own expense, but you’d groaned as you buried your face in your hands.

It was not the way you saw the night going. You wanted to be dazzling, you wanted that pivotal third date with him. But now you were the girl who drank paint water whose canvas looked like it had all the same efforts as an enthusiastic fourth grader.

“Huh,” he’d said, contemplatively. He’d pulled away only far enough to look into your eyes and give you a soft smile. “Celadon blue doesn’t taste like a Cabernet, go figure.”

He brushed a light kiss against your cheek as he’d passed you your wine glass so that you could rinse the paint water taste out of your mouth.

You couldn’t help but to still be a little embarrassed, but then you’d caught the way he’d shoot an unimpressed look at the instructor every time they passed by for the rest of the evening. You didn’t need a knight in shining armor when you had a Bob Floyd with a paintbrush and a cutting side eye.

You took him home with you that night and learned for yourself just how capable those hands of his were.

It was only later that you realized the exact shade of blue that you’d been trying so hard to capture earlier that night was the same color as the eyes that gazed down at you as Bob fucked you for the very first time.

There was no way you could have known that the ‘Paint and Sip’ date would have inspired him to pick up painting as a hobby.

First, he’d started taking classes at the Rec Center. His once a week classes later turned into him checking out books from the library. And then he’d turned his spare bedroom into a studio, as it has the best afternoon light in the Spanish style house he rents near the Naval base. He’d even bought a comfy chair for you to curl up in as he painted, a little nook of your own in his favorite space in his home. And steadily, the walls of both your apartment and his place fill up with all of his creations.

You’d even had your favorite one professionally framed. The pretty landscape done in shades of soft greens that he gave to you for your birthday hangs in a place of honor above your bed. You like having that piece of Bob as one of the last things you see before you fall asleep and one of the first things you see in the morning on the rare occasion the two of you aren’t sharing a bed. You liked to imagine the hours he spent on it with the sunlight streaming through the open window as he lovingly and painstakingly created something just for you with his own two hands.

Although you did have to beg him to sign it for you. He claimed that since he does it for fun that there’s really no reason too, but you were adamant about it and he’d eventually caved and scrawled his name in the lower right-hand corner.

Now it’s become your personal mission to ensure that every Bob Floyd original has his signature on it when he gives his paintings out as gifts.

Everyone assumes that his art would be all straight lines and precise angles, but it’s your favorite moment when people get to see his abstract landscapes. He’d told you he spends so much time in the sky that he likes to paint what’s on the ground, the things he doesn’t get to see when he’s 50,000 feet in the air.

You could tell Bob was a little nervous when he first asked to paint you.

After almost a year with him, you’d think he’d know by now that you’d do anything for him. Not to mention, you were more than a little in love with the idea of being his muse.

“Are you saying you want to paint me like one of your French girls?” you’d teased with a grin, unable to resist the opportunity. You always did have a thing for men with perfectly floppy hair.

He’d tipped your chin up so that you were looking into his blue eyes- a color you were positive couldn’t be replicated- and stated, “No, I want to paint you like my girl.”

Which is how you’ve ended up naked on the floor of his living room.

You’d been surprised when you came downstairs to see that the furniture had all been pushed to the side to make space for the king-sized top sheet he’d laid out on the floor. You figured it must have been from some mismatched set he had stashed in his linen closet because you’d never seen it before and you spent more than enough time in his bed getting familiar with his sheets.

Bob was shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose-fitting and paint stained jeans that were hanging low on his hips as he worked on getting all of his brushes and paints set up.

You were pretty sure that Michelangelo himself wouldn’t be able to do proper justice to Bob’s body. He wasn’t as built as some of his friends on the Dagger Squad were, but there was an undeniable sturdy steadfastness to him. Those defined shoulders and arms often were the stars of your afternoon daydreams, since you got to admire his handsome face anytime your phone lit up.

He came and met you at the bottom of the stairs, giving you a low whistle, “Well, aren’t you as pretty as a picture in my shirt.”

“Oh,” you’d said, feigning surprise and toying with the hem, “So it is.” And then you’d slowly lifted it up and off of you, revealing more of your body to his artist’s eye.

You never felt as good about yourself as you did when you were naked in front of Bob. The color of his morning skies eyes would always darken to a deep shade of Prussian blue as he took in the curves of you. With him you always felt appreciated, wanted, desired.

His greedy hands came to grip your hips pulling you to him until you were pressed against him.

“Is this how you wanted me?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

Bob slipped his hand behind your neck and tugged you in for a heated kiss. “I always want you.”

You never knew true distraction until you’d felt Bob’s lips against yours all those months ago. You’d happily lose minutes, hours, days to them. The thing about Bob is that he never does anything halfway. If he’s kissing you, he’s doing it thoroughly until you’re out of breath.

The sound of the air conditioner kicking on and the light draft that it coasted over you reminded you that there were other plans on the agenda. And that the sooner he starts, then the sooner he finishes, and the sooner you can feel his lips on other parts of you.

“Where do you want me?”

“In my bed,” he murmured against your lips.

His name started as a laugh but turned into a sigh as he dropped a line of kisses down your neck, “I meant, like on the couch or on one of the chairs from the kitchen.”

Bob pulled away and peered deep into your eyes, “Darlin’, I wanted to paint you.” He trailed a teasing finger down your soft stomach. “If that’s alright with you.”

You thought you were just going to be his subject, but as it turns out he wanted you to be his canvas too.

You’re trying not to shiver as he meticulously coats your overheated skin with cool paint. Goosebumps follow in the wake of every delicate stroke he makes along your body.

His hair was curled over his forehead in a way that had your fingers aching to touch him. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows as he concentrated on the deliberate lines and curves he painted on you. The paint smudge on his cheek only made him all the more attractive to you.

Bob had tucked a pillow beneath your head before he’d started, a gesture that you appreciated now because time had lost all meaning to you. You had no idea how long you’ve been lying there. You were pretty sure every inch of you had to be covered by now.

He’d started along the plane of your stomach and steadily worked his way out from there. Up your arms. Along your clavicle. Over your breasts and tops of your thighs. You didn’t miss the way he’d smirked when you arched into that soft to the touch paintbrush as it glided over your peaked nipple. Or the way he’d hummed pleased when you’d try to subtly rub your thighs together to relieve the need that had been building as you laid there.

Bob loves taking his time with you. In bed, he loved teasing you until you had tears in your eyes and were begging for his cock. And it became clear very quickly that this would be no different.

There was an electric thrum that was pulsing through your body with every dip and swirl and brushstroke. The muscles of your stomach jump involuntarily as the fine hairs of his paintbrush drift over your hypersensitive skin making you whimper.

He tsks, “Gotta stay still for me, pretty girl. I’m almost done, promise.”

You release a shaky sigh and nod, not trusting your voice to betray just how needy you were for him. Although the self-satisfied smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

You try to control your breathing as he works on finishing, but your shallow breaths sounded loud in his living room. You love getting to watch him work normally, but the intense way he is looking at you- his eyes your favorite shade of Prussian blue now- is too much for your hummingbird heart.

Just as your skin was collecting layers of paint from his brush, the space between your thighs was steadily collecting your wetness. You were so desperate for him to touch you, the need made you want to crawl out of your skin.

You hear the sound of a watery swish and the clink of a brush against glass and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation.

“God, look at you,” Bob breathes, reverently, “You’re so beautiful. This might be my best work ever.”

Instead of the paintbrush, you can feel the path of his flame blue gaze traveling over you as he takes in the art he’s made out of you.

You open your heavy eyes and see Bob wiping off his hands with a frayed towel.

“There she is,” he says, giving you a smile that makes your toes curl. You didn’t notice it sitting there with all his paints until he was reaching for it, his dad’s old film camera. He holds it loosely in front of him like a question, “Can I take a few just for me?”

The answer is easy, “Yes.”

You trusted Bob more than any other man you’d ever been with. He’s never once given you reason to doubt his words because his actions always spoke for themselves.

The guys you’d been with before had been boys, Bob Floyd was a man.

The tension between the two of you is thicker than the acrylic he’d been using earlier as he snaps photo after photo. You admire the way his muscles shift as he bends and angles himself to get the perfect images.

He stands over you, the lens pointed down at you, “Look at me.”

You can barely breathe. You feel yourself getting even wetter at the thought of seeing yourself through his eyes. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.

“Bob”, you whine.

The camera clicks.

“I know,” he hums, “You’ve been so good for me.” He sinks to his knees between your legs and hooks a hand behind your knee, pulling it up so it’s propped on the floor. And then he does the other so that you’re sprawled open for him, just the way he likes you to be, “Just one more, darlin’.”

The heat in his eyes has dried up all the words in your mouth.

He trails a finger down the soft skin of your inner thigh and you gasp.

The sound of his camera reverberates in your head.

“You’ve made such a pretty mess,” he drawls, as he gently sets the camera on the floor next to you. “It’s a good thing I put something down. You’re damn near dripping.”

“Bob, please.” You arch towards him like a flower in the sun.

He settles between your thighs and pushes them apart further so that his broad shoulders fit between them. The paint is still drying on your skin, but neither one of you cares about that now.

“You were so perfect for me. I appreciate you staying so still.” He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, I know just how to thank you.”

Your body jolts at the first touch of his tongue on your clit. You can feel his smile against you, he knows exactly what he does to you.

Bob has always eaten you out like it’s what he was put on this earth to do.

Normally, he’s teasing you with gentle licks and tracing nonsensical shapes on your clit with his tongue until you’re a squirming mess for him. He knows your body so well, always building you up to the point where you’re breaths away from tipping over the edge and then pulls himself back before building you right back up again.

But tonight, there’s nothing playful about the way his mouth is working against you. His hot mouth is sealed to your clit. Bob hums in satisfaction with every keen and whine that he pulls out of you. He laves at you until you’re writhing underneath him, your thighs already shaking.

“Wanna paint you just like this,” he murmurs, sucking at the spot where your leg and hip meet. “But I don’t think you’d stay still long enough for me to finish.”

Bob dips down and gives you another long broad stroke of his tongue. He pulls back only long enough to spit on your cunt before diving right back in, chasing after his own taste on you.

Your hands are in his hair. Clutching at his shoulders. It’s taken him no time at all getting you to the point where you’re trembling and taut.

All the air leaves your lungs when he buries two large fingers into you. Your hips cant into his mouth on their own and he moans. Bob wraps an arm around your hips and presses down on your lower stomach to hold you in place.

You feel the pain smear beneath his warm palm. You were dying to see it. You hoped there was a handprint- his handprint- that disrupted all the lines and swirls of color that he’d decorated you with. Something that was distinctly him.

You were wearing his art and now you’re wearing him. The evidence of this moment in time on your skin.

His fingers and tongue weren’t enough.

You needed more.

“You cock, Bob, I need your cock,” you pant, tugging at his hair.

He meanly sucks your clit into his mouth in a way that has you crying out and jerking against him. You love it, you love him.

“God, I love it when you beg for me,” he licks into you again, “Sweetest sound in the world.”

Bob drops a sweet kiss on your clit, it’s a stark difference to the filthy way he’d been using his mouth on you. He rises to sit back on his knees between your parted legs.

He looks so good kneeling above you the way that he is. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess. That knot behind your bellybutton twists tighter because you did that to him.

He unzips his jeans and tugs them down low enough to pull his hard cock out.

It’s pretty enough to be featured in a gallery, you think to yourself, even in your desperate haze. It’s long, thick, perfect and yours.

Bob smirks when he notices you admiring him, pumping himself slowly a few times for your viewing pleasure.

The only time Bob Floyd was ever a show-off was when he was in bed.

He grabs your thighs and pulls them over top of his own, so that yours are draped over his obscenely, and then he thrusts easily into you.

You gasp at the sensation of being so full of him. It always takes you a minute to adjust to his cock, no matter how many times you’ve taken it now. His thumbs make little circles along your hipbones as your body relents and yields to the size of him.

“There you go,” he says, rocking into you, working you open, “Just needed this cock, didn’t you?”

You whimper your agreement. Your hips tilt into the pressure like you’re trying to get as much of him as you can. Wanting to show him how much you can take. You know you’ll never get enough of him.

He fucks into you at a reckless and unrelenting pace. You’re high off the feeling of seeing Bob like this, that you’re the one who gets to see him unreserved and uninhibited. He has your hips gripped so tightly, keeping you closer than close. And when you clench around him, you’re treated to a wrecked groan.

Your skin prickles with desire and the feeling of paint drying on you. His cock is hitting just the right spot inside of you and you know you won’t be able to hold off for much longer, not with the way he’s grinding against your aching clit.

Bob’s eyes glued to the spot where you two come together. You’re on full display for him. He watches the way you stretch and spread around him with every deep thrust with the same appreciative gaze that he admires his favorite artists.

It’s under his river blue gaze that your orgasm swiftly sweeps you away. And with your back arching and thighs quaking around his, you give yourself up to the endless current of it.

You know he’s close when his hips start to stutter.

Bob pulls out of you and wraps his large hand around his slick-shined cock and works himself with rough, purposeful strokes.

This time he paints you with himself, his come covering your stomach.

The only sound in the room is the two of you breathing hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Jesus Christ,” Bob huffs, raggedly, taking in his handiwork, “You’re my masterpiece.”

You’re covered in paint and come, but you’ve never felt more beautiful than you do right now as he looks down at you in awe.

“Did you remember to sign your work this time?” you ask, out of breath but teasingly.

“I think I left my mark, darlin’,” he says, with well-earned smugness in his voice. You can’t help but giggle. He flops down next to you, throwing his arm over his eyes, “Goddamn.”

You prop yourself up onto your elbows to look at yourself.

“Baby, I think you gave Jackson Pollock a run for his money.” You grin widely when he lets out an amused snort. “Wait, where’s your camera?”

He passes it to you, the fondness in his eyes makes your chest feel warm. You scooch in close to him and hold it up above your heads, the camera flashes when you kiss his flushed cheek.

That picture is the first one that gets put up in the new house, the one the two of you chose together when he asked you to marry him six months later. Followed by the soft green landscape that now hangs above your shared bed.

It’s your favorite picture of the two of you, happy and in love. You can just see a hint of the cloud he’d painted on your shoulder.

That night Bob had decorated your body with the place he loved best.

He gave you the sky and he made you his world.

Happy birthday, Ames! Your gift will be mailed eventually, it really was a lesson in chemistry, lol! Enjoy a Bob fic just for you in the meantime!

A big, bigggg thank you to the Bob Babes/Lew Crew girlies! @callsignspark and @attapullman I appreciate you two so much for being such ultimate hypegirls! And thank you to @theharddeck, you helped me out of my writers block and I've been so excited to write this since we talked about it back in January!

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theclawofaraven · 3 years ago

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addicted - baekhyun au - part 7

pairing: singer! baekhyun x reader

genre: angst, slow burn, fluff, slice of life, smut, mutual pining

words: 3K

warnings: none for this chapter except alcohol consumption and a mention of getting high

a/n: hello lovelies, here’s part 7! i’m sorry in advance because this chapter is super short in comparison and honestly not that good, i haaaaate it *insert whining emoji* but i’ve been absolutely crammed this week and the ateez tickets drama just erased a day of my life completely.... sooo i managed to write this during today and i know it’s not that well written but bear with me for now pleaseee its kind of drama free and easy going i love youuuuuu

part 7

Baekhyun’s POV

“Come on, man. It’ll be fun,” Kai insisted, practically trying to drag me out of my bunk.

I shook my head, resisting. “I honestly just want to sleep. You go.”

He exhaled audibly. “You say that every single night. What has gotten into you?”

I moved my arm from its position over my eyes, looking at him. “I don’t know. I just... I don’t want to party, I guess.”

He laughed, eyeing me incredulously. “Did I just hear you right? You don’t want to party?”

I shrugged. “I drank enough after the show and now I just want to sleep, alright?”

“Wait,” he paused for a moment, a knowing look spreading across his features. “This isn’t about Y/N, is it? You aren’t even actually dating! Or are you? Holy shit, you’re fucking dating her-“

“Calm down, Jesus Christ,” I cut him off. ”No.”

“Then what’s this all about?” he questioned me.

“Can you stop interrogating me and just go to the damn party?” I spoke, beginning to become a bit agitated.

He put his hands up in front of him defensively. “Alright, but if you’re gonna stop being such a pussy, you know where it is.”

A moment later, he began to walk away, and I heard the bus door open then click shut.

Finally, I was alone for a few minutes.

I grabbed my phone, reading some tweets before I decided to call Y/N. She picked up after the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” I spoke. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing really. Is everything okay? It’s like, 2 AM there,” she responded.

“Uh, yeah,” I trailed off, clearing my throat. “Everyone’s left to a party so I finally have some time to myself for once. I don’t know. I just... I miss you, Y/N.”

I heard her giggle on the other end. “Aww, you are so cute, B. You’ll be home in like, two weeks, though. Not much longer.”

“I know,” I paused for a moment. “I just wish I could see you.”

“I want to see you too, Baek. Soon,” I heard her yawn on the other end.

“Tired?” I asked her, chuckling.

She laughed as well. “A little. It’s been a long day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for bugging you. Go get some sleep,” I spoke.

“Oh my god, you’re not bugging me,” she laughed again. “I’m glad you called. I missed hearing your voice.”

“Likewise,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I’ve especially missed hearing you moan my name.”

“Jesus, B. I guess I should have been expecting that one from you,” she responded.

“Probably,” I paused for a moment. “Look, I’m gonna let you go to sleep or whatever. International phone calls are a bitch.”

“Okay, get your ass to that party and have some fun. I’ll see you soon.”

“Sure thing, Y/N. Can’t wait.”

She laughed a bit before replying. “Me neither. Bye, Baek.”

She hung up a moment later, and I set my phone down beside me in my bunk.

Like hell I was going to that party.

The next couple of weeks went by, and I had finally arrived back home in Bucheon. Don’t get me wrong; I love touring, but sometimes it gets draining and I just want to be back at home for a while.

I texted Y/N the second we touched down, and I felt so stupid for doing it. Kai was right; it was sort of like we were dating-to a certain extent, I supposed. I had managed to get myself pretty wrapped up with her in the few short months that I had known her.

‘just got to Bucheon, where are you? ;)’

My phone buzzed with a text back a couple of minutes later.

‘what a coincidence, I’m going there tomorrow ;)’

I chuckled a bit at her sarcastic remark before responding.

‘tomorrow? I was hoping I’d get to see you today :(‘

‘out of luck, I guess’

‘that’s pretty mean Y/N’

‘;) I gotta work now, see ya!’

‘nooooo’ I had texted her back after getting in a taxi and heading back to my apartment. She never responded, even after I texted her again later that night. She knew exactly what she did to me, and she was so damn good at it, too.

And for some reason, I loved every single second of it.

Y/N’s POV

“Well, overall I’d say that’s a pretty interesting story you’ve got there,” Kyungsoo, a coworker of mine and arguably one of my best friends, spoke as he handed back the draft of my almost finished book.

I smiled at him, knotting my now messy and borderline catastrophic hair into a bun. “Not to sound conceited, but I think so, too.”

“I can’t wait to know how it ends, and I don’t wanna jinx anything but I think the editor loved it too,” he smiled at me.

“Oh, stop it, she was just being polite,” he laughed at my response and changed the subject.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Do you want to maybe go have a few drinks?”

“Ah, I’d love to, but I’ve got plans tonight,” I responded, pulling on my jacket.

“Ohhh, right,” his eyes widened before a knowing smirk formed on his face. “I forgot that we were in Bucheon.”

I rolled my eyes, smacking his chest lightly. “Stop.”

“You still haven’t told me much about him. Is he like... your boyfriend?” Kyungsoo asked.

I shook my head, slinging my purse strap over my shoulder. “No, he’s just... I...”

He held up a hand, stopping me as he laughed a little. “It’s okay. I get it.”

I glanced at the time on my phone. “I should probably get going.”

“Oh, yeah. No problem. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he replied.

We walked out into the parking lot, hugging each other goodbye.

“See you soon?” I spoke, heading to my car.

“Of course,” he responded smiling as he sat down in his car.

Upon arriving at Baekhyun’s apartment building, I got into the elevator, going up to the top floor to his penthouse apartment. I knocked lightly on the door, and I could hear a slight chatter followed by laughter, and footsteps coming to the door soon after. It swung open a moment later, Baekhyun standing there. His face lit up with a smile when his eyes settled on me.

“Hey,” I spoke, returning the smile.

“Hey,” he kept his voice low. “Sorry, Kai and Taemin are here, but they shouldn’t be for long.”

“No worries,” I laughed. “Are you going to let me in or what?”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed as well, stepping out of the way. “Come in.”

The smell of alcohol floated through the apartment. Of course, I thought, not surprised in the slightest.

“Y/N!” both Kai and Taemin exclaimed from their spots on the couch.

“Hey, guys,” I responded, sitting down beside Kai.

“Man, B,” Kai spoke, setting down the remainder of his whiskey. “Why didn’t you tell us your girlfriend was coming over? Now I feel like we’re fucking up your date or something.”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, sitting on the other side of me. “We are not dating, shut up.”

Both Kai and Taemin chuckled at this.

“Yeah, whatever. Y’all basically are, just without the commitment of the title,” he replied, picking up where he left off with his whiskey.

“True,” Taemin chimed in.

“Fuck off,” Baekhyun muttered, pouring some whiskey in his own glass.

“God, B. You’re so impolite, not even offering Y/N some first,” Kai chuckled.

Taemin laughed along with him, and I honestly felt like I was in middle school. “Yeah, right. As if she drinks whiskey. She’s way too goody goody for that.”

“Yeah, she does,” Kai said as he poured me some of the liquid in a glass.

“Man,” Taemin laughed again. “Who would’ve known?”

I shook my head, taking a sip. We all talked for a while, and I more or less just observed as the three of them got super drunk.

“If B is ever an asshole to you,” Kai pointed at me. “Y’all can just come to my place. I’ll fuck him up if he treats you like shit.”

I laughed, patting his arm. “Thanks, Kai. That means a lot.”

Baekhyun just scoffed. “I am never an asshole.”

Both Kai and Taemin burst into laughter at this.

“Yeah, right,” Taemin spoke before changing the subject. “Anyways, Y/N. You came just in time for Halloween, which is awesome because there’s always this huge party and you should come for sure.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Cool,” he responded.

Baekhyun stretched his arms out, yawning. “Well, this has been fun, but don’t you guys think it’s time to go now?”

Kai raised his eyebrows at him, standing up a moment later. “I can take a hint. Consider us gone, man.”

“Hey,” I stopped them before they reached the door of the apartment. “Tell me you guys aren’t driving.”

“Nah,” Kai waved his hand at me. “We’ll take a cab. Don’t worry about us. Give B a good lay. I think he needs it. He’s been so damn cranky lately.”

Baekhyun flipped him off halfheartedly, and Kai chuckled along with Taemin before they said their final goodbyes, stepping out of the apartment.

I woke up the next morning, rolling over and opening my eyes slightly. I moved my arm over to the opposite side of the bed, reaching for Baekhyun, surprised when I found it empty. Confused, I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “I didn’t sleep that long, did I?”

Leaning over to look at his alarm clock, I saw that it was only just after ten. “Weird.”

I slid out from under the covers, grabbing a shirt out of my bag on the floor, putting it on along with a pair of underwear. I walked over to the door, opening it before padding out into Baekhyun’s living room. I saw him standing in the kitchen, facing away from me.

I approached him before speaking up. “I didn’t think you’d be up already.”

He jumped a bit, slightly startled before turning to look at me. “Jesus, and I didn’t think you would be, either. Good morning.”

Taking my hips in his hands, he pulled me closer to him, leaning down toward my lips.

“Wait,” I leaned away from him. “What are you doing?”

“I was just making breakfast,” he responded.

I eyed him skeptically, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like an awfully nice thing to do for a fuck buddy, Baek.”

“My god, Y/N. It’s just scrambled eggs and toast. I thought it was the least I could do after last night,” he paused for a minute, gauging my reaction.

I ignored the latter comment, however, more entertained by how defensive he had gotten than anything.

“I was just kidding. Relax,” I laughed. “You are so kind.”

He rolled his eyes before continuing. “Besides, I’d like to say that beyond fuck buddies, we’re at least friends, aren’t we? I mean, we’ve been at this for months, Y/N. Would you not consider me to be your friend now?”

I shrugged. “I guess so, maybe.”

“Wow,” he feigned heartbreak, pouting for effect.

“Stop it,” I smacked his chest lightly. “You are so cute.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? You’re way cuter, though.”

He leaned down for a second time, this time connecting his lips with mine.

“Honestly, I feel like you’re trying to cuff me, Baek,” I giggled, pulling away.

“Maybe, Y/N” he chuckled. “Maybe. Now let me finish.”

Baekhyun’s POV

Y/N spent the next couple of days at my place, and we passed the time by catching each other up on what had been happening in our lives over the past month, as well as hanging out with friends; that and quite a lot of sex, of course.

“What are you gonna dress up as?” I had questioned her, running my fingers through her hair as she rested her head on my lap.

“What?” she asked, sitting up halfway as I stopped flicking through the television channels to look at her.

“For the Halloween party,” I clarified. “What are you gonna be?”

“It’s literally tomorrow night. I don’t have time to find a costume,” she laughed, putting her head back on my lap. “Do people actually dress up, anyways?”

“I don’t know,” I responded, going back to looking through channels. “I just thought it would be fun to see you dressed up.”

“Oh my god,” she spoke, her tone slightly annoyed. “Only if you do.”

“Hah,” I laughed slightly. “Fuck that.”

I wasn’t too big on Halloween, but the thought of her dressed up in a sexy costume was nice.

“Fine then. Too bad for you,” she shot back.

“Ouch, Y/N. You won’t do it for me?” I joked.

“No, now will you hurry up and choose something, Jesus Christ,” she muttered, yawning. “I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“Fine,” I settled on a sports channel, which was showing a game of basketball.

“Really?” she complained, sitting up. “This is so boring.”

“What?” I looked at her, taken aback. “Im honestly appalled that you would even say that. I don’t know if we can go on anymore.”

“Alright,” she played along, standing up. “Bye.”

“Get over here,” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to me. “What did you want to do, then, since you’re fucking weird and don’t like basketball?”

“Hmmm,” she pretended to be deep in thought for a moment, sitting on my lap. “I’m sure I could think of a few things.”

“Oh, really?” I raised my eyebrows amusedly, smirking at her. “Well, then. Tell me all about it.”

“What kind of party is this, anyways?” Y/N asked me, holding up a pair of black heels. “Like, am I gonna be spending a lot of time on my feet?”

“Uhhh...” I paused for a moment. “To be honest, most of the time these kinds of parties are just a bunch of people getting really drunk and high. It’s not... It’s not like a dance party or something, Y/N.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was going to be a dance party, smart ass.”

I chuckled, putting my white jacket on. “Besides, you look fucking hot in heels,” I added, ignoring her comment.

She flipped me off, rummaging through her bag.

“I mean, wear whatever is most comfortable,” I corrected myself. “You look hot anyways, but honestly heels. Please.”

“Whatever, I’m going to go get dressed,” she spoke, draping her clothes over her arm.

“What, you can’t get dressed in here?” I questioned.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, pulling off her shirt and pants. I couldn’t help myself from staring at her the entire time. “Happy?”

She was wearing a strapless white dress that ended about mid-thigh, and it looked hot as fuck on her. I was very happy, to say the least. And we matched, again.

“Fuck,” I groaned, walking over to her. ”You are so goddamn attractive, Y/N.”

She moved past me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. She slid the heels on her feet as I turned to face her again. “Can you stop acting so juvenile? Jesus, B.”

She laughed a bit, standing back up before wrapping her arms around my neck.

I shrugged, kissing her lips. “Probably not. Are you almost ready?”

“Yeah,” she responded, moving in front of my mirrored closet. She pulled her hair up into a bun before doing her makeup. I stood beside her, fixing my hair. “There.”

“Wow,” I spoke. “A girl that doesn’t take like five hours to get ready. Crazy.”

She shot me a sideways glance. “Shut the fuck up. When have I ever taken five hours to get ready? Let’s go.”

I laughed, grabbing my coat off the hook. “I was just playing, Y/N. Relax.”

She didn’t respond, instead wordlessly headed out the door as I followed. We made our way outside to the parking lot, and she started to walk toward her car.

“No, let me drive,” I put my arm around her waist, guiding her in the opposite direction.

She laughed slightly, shaking her head. “Okay, Baek. Who’s gonna be the one who is the most likely to be able to drive home after?”

I sighed, admitting defeat. “I guess that would probably be you.”

“Right,” she chuckled again, moving my hand off her waist.

We got into her car, and I began giving her directions to the party. The place was relatively small and about as far out of the way that you could get, which I think kind of took Y/N by surprise. Most of the parties we had been to together were held in larger areas in city hubs, but this one was different.

“This place is tiny,” she remarked as she put the car in park, removing the keys from the ignition.

“Yeah, it usually gets pretty fucking crazy, though,” I spoke, opening the door. “Lots of fun.”

She raised her eyebrows sceptically before we both got out. “Right.”

I walked over to her, putting my arm around her. “You’ll love it.”

We made our way into the party, and the small exterior of the place was very deceiving. The place was packed, and people began greeting me from left, right and center.

“Who’s this, B? This your new girl?”one of them had asked me.

“Nah, this is Y/N. She’s a good friend of mine,” I responded, and the other guy eyed me for a moment before cluing in.

“Nice, dude!” he high-fived me.

“Well, nice to meet you, Y/N,” he spoke. “I gotta get going…”

He trailed off before disappearing into the crowd.

I looked down at Y/N, who had a bit of an unreadable expression after the exchange. Disgust, maybe? I wasn’t really sure.

“Who was that?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I can’t remember his name. One of the guys who hangs around these types of things a lot. Acquaintance.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Right.”

“Hey, there’s Kai,” I changed the subject, releasing her momentarily to wave him over, giving him a hug.

“Hey, Y/N,” Kai spoke, hugging her as well. “You look fucking... Amazing.”

“Whoa, buddy,” I spoke jokingly. “Take a step back.”

“For someone who hasn’t been cuffed yet, you sure are overprotective,” Kai shot back, laughing.

I rolled my eyes, flipping him off. “Anyways, I need a drink. Do you want something, Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” she responded.

“Anything in particular?” I asked her.

She shrugged indifferently. “Surprise me.”

“Sure,” I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Be right back.”

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danurso-impact · 4 years ago

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Temptation

Childe walked down the streets of mondstadt, happily humming and looking around the dark streets until he spotted a familiar blonde girl standing outside of angel's share. He would probably get a punch for that, but he decided to sneak behind the girl and cover her eyes.

Childe: guess who? Ojou-chan.

He was already prepared to get a hook straight to the face, but what happened instead was much more shocking to him.

Lumine: Childee! *turns around, jumping on him and making them both fall*

Childe: *shocked* O-ojou-chan? What are you-

Lumine: *with red cheeks and a smile on her face* i just wanted to hug *hic* you.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and managed to get even closer to him. Childe felt his own cheeks heating up at the sudden closeness, he would ask what's wrong with her, but the strong scent coming from her breath was just the answer he needed.

Childe: Ojou-chan, did you drink alcohol?

Lumine: no, just a few glasses of wine. *hic* Why do you ask?

Childe: *sigh* who on their right mind would give alcohol to an unaccompanied young lady like you? I'll probably need to have a talk to the bartender. *gets up*

Lumine: *still clinging on him*

Childe: Ojou-chan, can you please let go for a second?

Lumine: hehehe, childe is so tall.

Childe: Ojou-chan please-

Lumine: noooo~ i want you to *hic* carry me.

Childe: *sighs, holding her in his arms* i should probably take you home first anyways.

Lumine: *snuggling on his chest* childe's arms are so strong, and your chest is *hic* so warm too~

Childe: *blushing* good gods, i don't know if this is a gift or a punishment.

*a few minutes later, at Lumine's house*

Childe: *putting lumine on her bed* there, have a good night Ojou-

Lumine: *pulls him on top of her*

Childe: O-

Lumine: *with a pout* Can you stop calling me like that already?

Childe: Alright. Lumine?

Lumine: *smiling* Yes?

Childe: can you let me go please?

Lumine: I don't want to.

Childe: But i-

Lumine: nooooo. I want you to staaay.

Childe: stay? Hah, I thought you hated me Ojou-chan.

Lumine: I don't hate you. I love you, you dummy.

Childe: wait. . . *red* what?

Lumine: I love youuuuuu. Can you stay now?

Childe: I-i'm sorry Ojou-chan, but i really need to leave. *breaks free and tries to leave*

Lumine: wait!

Childe: *looks back to her, still with pink cheeks*

Lumine: It's lonely when you're not around, and when you are I feel happy and safe. . . *tearing up* please don't leave me alone Ajax.

Childe: That's a low blow Ojou-chan. . . . . .fine, I'll stay until you fall asleep, just please don't cry.

Lumine: *nods, with a small smile*

Childe: *sighs, sitting on the bed next to her*

Lumine: Ajax?

Childe: yeah?

Lumine: Can I get a goodnight kiss?

Childe: a what!?

While Childe tried to shake off the shock from her request, Lumine closed her eyes and reached out for him, waiting for a kiss. Childe's eyes were locked on her soft pink lips, and there wasn't anything he wanted more in the world than fulfilling her request, but after taking in a deep breath and gathering his self control, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Lumine: *pouts* coward.

Childe: sorry Ojou-chan, maybe when you're feeling better we can have a real kiss.

Lumine: you're such a dummy. . .can you hold my hand at least?

Childe: sure. *holds her hand* Good night Ojou-chan, sweet dreams.

Lumine: Good night. . .Ajax. . .zzz.

Childe: *sighs in relief, staying there for some time, just admiring her face* Honestly, I wonder what the other harbingers would say if they saw how much of a mess you make me.

He was about to stroke her hair when the sound of a door opening reached his ears, instantly his peaceful expression was replaced by a cold scowl. He summoned his water daggers and left the room, ready to slice anyone who was dumb enough to invade the house of his dear Ojou-chan.

Childe: *jumps behind the invader, holding his daggers agaimst his throat*

Venti: w-woah! Err. . .hello there.

Childe: Oh, it's just you. *sighs, undoing his daggers* What are you doing here bard?

Venti: me? Oh, i just came to check on the traveler.

Childe: She's fine, she's sleeping on her bed.

Venti: Really? *sighs in relief* Thank you, for taking care of her that is.

Childe: It was nothing.I'm just doing what I can for her.

Venti: That's very kind of you. *sighs* I'm relieved that she found you, I nearly had a heart attack when I couldn't find her. I knew that the wine I gave her was too strong for someone who almost never drinks.

Childe: wait. . .you gave her the wine?

Venti: yeah, she was stressed so i thought some wine could help.

Childe: *with a shadow cast over his eyes* so it's your fault she was in that state?

Venti: Well, honestly it was hers for not having limits to drink, but I did give her the wine so i guess i might have a drop of fault in this case.

Childe: . . . . . . .run.

Venti: what?

Childe: *boss form* i said run.

*next day, at the lunch store*

Lumine: *groans* My head hurts.

Amber: *sheepishly* of course it does, i don't think i've ever seen you drink so much wine like yesterday.

Lumine: I did? Ugh, last night is all a blur, i don't even know how i got back home.

Childe: *behind lumine* You can thank me for that Ojou-chan.

Lumine: CHILDE!? *groans, holding her head in pain* Oww, don't scare me like that. . .my head is killing me. Stupid hangover.

Childe: well, if you avoided these drinks you would be okay now Ojou-chan.

Lumine: shut up, i don't need that talk now. So, it was you who took me back home?

Childe: Yup, you're welcome Ojou-chan.

Lumine: *looks back at amber* Can you please check around my body to see if he did anything to me while I was drunk?

Childe: ouch. Do you really think I would take advantage of you in such a state, Ojou-chan?

Lumine: *deadpans* Honestly? I still don't know what to think about you.

Childe: That's mean, I took care of you like any nice person would do, in fact, I think I even deserve a reward for helping you out.

Lumine: sorry, but i don't think i have enough mora to pay someone rich like you, and i'm not in condition to fight either.

Childe: well, that's sad. But since you can't pay or fight, i think i can accept just a kiss as a reward.

Lumine: *blushes* a-a what!?

Childe: a kiss, just a little one. *grins* You know I deserve it Ojou-chan.

Lumine: *red* n-not in a million years you pervert! *gets up* i-i have daily commissions to do now, please leave me alone. *storms away with smoke coming out of her head*

Amber: *leaves with her*

Childe: *sighs* I guess that's what I get for being the good guy.

Venti: *behind him, full of bruises and cuts* don't worry, i bet she'll accept her feelings sooner or later.

Childe: *boss form again* and who told you to stop running!?

Venti: EEK!!! *bolts away* I SAID I WAS SORRY!!!!

Childe: *chasing him* GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU BARD!!!

Venti: *crying* I'M SOORRYYYY!!!

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin traveler #genshin amber #genshin venti #genshin lumine #childe #traveler #lumine #venti #amber #genshin tartaglia #tartaglia #genshin tartaglia x lumine #genshin childe x lumine #childe x lumine #tartaglia x lumine #chilumi #genshin chilumi

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ennieasys · 7 months ago

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Day 2 of ISAT❤️🙏 (feat. Izuku's lack of cursing and Kats' abundance of it😆 they really are a perfect couple)

Bold is Izuku, ellipses is Kats

Also spoilers, obviously.

I'm so nervous?

Ah shoot I went the wrong way first (Izuku? Did you just say shoot? "Yeah?" Okay then...)

(What the fuck are you? Weird ass onion blob?)

(Time to scissor a bitch! Wait no...) {Scissoring is like my lesbian attack - Kat who is very different than Kats, except for the cursing, that's about the same}

Ooh a porcupine! (What on earth is it's craft type???)

Why??? Do they look like that???

I lost my first battle *cries* But at least you died saving our friends! *Anime pose* Hey I did not do an anime pose! (No but you thought about it)

(Not this bitch... bitches? again.)

(It was hiding... a snoopy-looking elf?)

*It cries softly* YOU'RE A SADNESS DON'T MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR YOU! YOU KILLED US LAST LOOP!!!

Until next time tiny snoopy. 🫡🕊️ (I can't believe you feel sorry for a fucking sadness - Kats)

This one looks like a Frisbee, also are their names french or does it just look like French? Is the king French? Have I stumbled upon a conspiracy theory? (No dumbass it's probably just for aesthetics - Kats) Okay fine - Izuku

(FINE, I'll leave the weird-ass wall alone)

(*Détresse exists* What the shit?)

Why do sadness have to be so pitiful, like you're trying to kill me don't make me feel bad for you!

My vibes are telling me age alliance but I love beau... I'm sorry love I must follow my own intuition!

(Ah, fuck we should've followed beau!!!!) I'm sorry my love! Okay time to die! *Jumps headfirst into a Tear*

Gosh darnit we have to adult now (Izu... why? - Kats)

~adulting interlude~

*Six hours later* (Izu and Kats are no longer fronting jsyk)

Okay time to make the actual right decision and not follow my intuition

WE HAVE COMPLETED FLOOR TWOOOOOOO

We got the handyman, we got the handyman, yeah!

Why do I feel like this roommate person is bad news?

Ah shit (misere) hits fucking hard!

Okayyyy an IRL tangle with an orange for a face, cool.

OH SHIT THE TANGLE HAS THE CRAFT TYPES

I SWEAR IF IT'S FUCKING HANDSY AGAIN

Oh right they can't freeze her in time I forgot.

Goddamn floor three is hard, this is the second time I've died!

I DON'T CARE I'M SKIPPING ALL OF HANDSY'S BATTLES AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

Hmmm, that's good! SPONSORED BY GHOST: PUMP! (not really I just had one for the first time while playing this game and it was pretty good)

*accidentally presses a button and the battle starts going on it's own* what the fuck? What the fuck! What the fuck!!!!!

Oh shit it's an upsidedown heart!

*gives away turn only for them to be on a cool down* I am a dumbass and I'd like to apologize...

Fuck you. *flips off sadness and escapes*

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh *facepants into a Tear to go back to the goddamn SECOND FLOOR. I swear to God if it makes me do this again...

*whines* I don't wanna fight youuuuuu

*finishes after bringing the key back to the third floor*

i just bought In Stars And Time bc I've seen it on Tumblr so much (probably bc of @siffrin-enthusiast ily) and I'm so fucking excited!!!! I'll repost some of my reactions when I get the chance

#If you saw a different post no you didn't #I put day three as day two on accident #But it's all fine now #isat #isat loop #in stars and time #isat siffrin #time loop #queer #lgbtq+#reaction #enniersysreacts #enniesisatstuff #gaymer #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat memes

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ink-system · 4 years ago

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Tickletober Day 9:Ganged Up On

ok so here is the extremely late tktober fic. Sorry it’s so late school and writer’s block happened but it’s here now and I hope you guys enjoy it a bit

TW: safe word mention, calling of safe word, intense tickles, Deceit, Remus

Word Count: 5813

Virgil was running. Where he didn’t know, all he knew was he needed to get out of there and he needed to get out of there fast. He was being chased by vicious, merciless monsters.

“Oh Viiirgey where are youuuuuu?~”

“We just wanna play with you!~”

“We aren’t gonna hurt you!”

“We would just like to show you how adorable you are.”

“It’s going to be so much fun once we catch you”

The teasing words echoed throughout the mind palace, drilling into Virgil’s head. He would never admit it, but the teases were slowing him down. The taunts were getting to him and the monsters were quickly gaining on him.

The purple side looked behind him, only for a second, and what he saw sent shivers down his spine…

All 5 sides right behind him, ready to attack. 5 sides who wanted to wreck him. 5 sides who were in ler moods. 5 sides who knew he was in a lee mood. 5 sides who were ABOUT TO TACKLE HIM HOLY SHIT HE’S GONNA DIE-

With Virgil looking behind him he got even more distracted and slowed down, which gave Roman just enough time to sprint the last few feet separating him from Virgil to tackle him. The fanciful side leaped forward with his arms reaching out for the side on the run.

“Aaaaaand GOTCHA!”

“NONONONO LEMME GO!”

Once Virgil was in the red side’s arms there was no escaping them. He was trapped. Done for. Stuck. He was gonna be tickled to tears by 5 lers and there was nothing he could do about it (not that he wanted to but that’s beside the point-).

“You put up a nice fight Virgey but it was pointless. You knew you were gonna get caught and that once you did you were making it worse for yourself by running away from your big, bad, personal tickle monsters. But you probably wanted that didn’t you, you big ass lee,” Roman teased to the squirming purple side in his arms.

As Roman was speaking he carried the struggling side to the coach and laid him down before straddling him as Janus used two of his six arms to pin the ex-dark side’s arms above his head.

“OH SHUT FUCKING FUCK YOU ASSHAT,” said purple side yelled, flustered out of his mind from the fanciful sides truths lies.

“Virgil, language!” the father figure exclaimed in both real and fake horror at the language his son used. “You should know better than to use those words, kiddo! I think you need to be punished for your potty mouth.” the dad of the group scolded. Patton’s teasing was fatherly and he almost always scolded the lee for something they did. It was… very flustering in its own way.

“Precisely what I was thinking, Patton. Such language is extremely uncalled for and calls for punishment” Logan, slightly cold yet teasingly stated. Logan’s teasing was very scientific and calculated. It was surprisingly flustering, him seeming almost indifferent to his actions and how they affected the lee.

“Yes, it does seem like he definitely knows how awful that language is. He doesn’t need to be taught a lesson,” the deceitful side said casually. Janus’ teasing was just stating the obvious but backwards, and it unfairly flustering, especially for something so simple. It killed everyone, especially poor Virgil.

“Such profanity is inexcusable! I say we show little Virgey here what happens to lees who say such horrible words!~” the sash wearing side exclaimed, far too dramatic than what was necessary. Roman’s teasing was just like him, overdramatic and far too extra. Yet there was something… flustering about it? He is creativity so it would follow that he would be able to tease quite well.

“Yeah having a ‘potty mouth’ is my thing! You’re stealing my thing Virgey! That’s even more punishable!” the duke yelled while reaching his hands out towards Virgil’s stomach, but he was stopped by Logan grabbing his collar. “Ahhhhh c’mon dork I just wanna wreck Tickle Me Emo’s little tummy for stealing my shit.” Remus’ teasing was… well. It was Remus teasing you. It was oftentimes very suggestive (even though he tried to not make suggestive with Virgil, Patton, and Roman), and its own way it was… kind of flustering.

“No, you need to be patient and wait for the rest of us” the tie-wearing side stated calmly.

“But you dorks are so slow and I wanna wreck him now. I’m sure he would prefer to get wrecked sooner than later. Isn’t that right, tickle toy”

Hearing them talk about him like he wasn’t there was driving Virgil crazy. Hearing the shit Remus was saying was even worse because it was true wrong and blatant lies and not true at all. Virgil couldn’t do a thing about it either. His face could’ve been mistaken for a fucking tomato at that point and the knowledge that the impulsive side was right made his blush spread from his face to his ears and neck. It sent tingles down his spine, and he hated how much teases got to him. Logan said it had something to do with him being the embodiment of anxiety and fight or flight and tickling being a way to train children to defend themselves and it is a panic defense. All he knew was it was making his already awful lee mood even worse.

“NONONO NOT RIGHT AT ALL” Virgil shrieked “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! FUCKING LET ME GO YOU ASSHOLES.”

Virgil knew what he was doing, he knew he was making it worse for himself and that he was going to get wrecked even more than he was before. But he may or may not have wanted that (okay he definitely wanted that but shhhhhh), and wasn’t regretting a thing.

“Such foul language! You must really want to be wrecked! I mean I knew you were in a lee mood but not one this big! I mean c’mon- 5 lers and you’re still having an attitude and cursing at us.” the good half of creativity remarked teasingly, not missing how red the lee’s face went at his words.

“Oh yes, it would seem that poor little ticklish Virgil here has amassed quite the lee mood and he is resorting to being bratty to get more tickles,” Logan stated slightly cold as if he were reading a lab report out loud rather than teasing the living daylights out of the lee that is Virgil ‘Anxiety’ Sanders.

“Yes, he’s been having quite the attitude with us thus far. Quite the bratty lee if I say so myself,~” the serpent side teased to the blushing, red, lee mess that was the embodiment of anxiety. “And we all know that bratty lees don’t want to be wrecked with tickles until they can’t even fight it anymore and they definitely don’t want punishment tickles so they misbehave to get them.”

And then Virgil heard the worst thing he has ever heard in his life.

“I say we make him ask for the tickles like a good little lee because bratty lees don’t get what they want”

No. No no no no no no. This couldn’t be happening right now. Not to him. Not in this big of a lee mood. Not with this many lers around to hear it and see how red his face is. Not him having to actually say the dreaded t-word. Not with five fucking lers to wreck him after he asks, holy shit he fucked up-

But there’s no way it could get worse. I mean only Janus said that the other sides probably won’t even agree with him! They’ll have mercy on him and not make him ask- right?

“Oh what a wonderful idea Dr. Trickyll and Mr. Lie!”

“What a good idea! Oh, you’re so smart Janny!”

“Yes, it would be beneficial to teaching Virgil a lesson to make him ask for what he wants.”

“Oh come on! Now I have to wait even longer to wreck him, cause we all know that Virgey here can’t say tickle!”

Aaaaaaand it got worse.

Not only did (mostly) all of them agree with the scaled side, but the only one who didn’t was Remus, and that was only because he wanted to wreck him sooner. Great.

So it was settled. He was going to die today. And it was all his Janus’ fault. I mean- how could he be so mean? Making him admit to being in a lee mood? The rudest thing he’s ever heard, how dare they make him admit to wanting to be wrecked with t- you know what.

And Virgil, the side who is definitely not a lee, eloquently said, “I- I- NONONONO- THAT ISN’T FAIR YOU ASSHOLES.”

“Now you are just proving our suspicions. You are in a leviathan of a lee mood and are being a bratty lee and defying us to get the desired amount of tickles. We are not going to give in to your brattiness and do as you wish until you ask nicely.”

Virgil wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there forever. They were seriously going to make him ask? Now? In this economy? But more importantly right now-

Was he going to ask?

Was he going to embarrass himself to all of the other sides? Was he going to let them know, once and for all, that he was in a big ass lee mood? Was he going to tell them that he wanted 50 fingers wiggling and scribbling all across his body, forcing them to make him laugh? Or was he going to die from lee suffering and not ask?

Yeah, he was gonna die from lee suffering.

There was no way that he would, or could, ask for something so childish and happy when he was anxiety. He was supposed to be the protector of the group, not the guy who gets giant lee moods and shows weakness and is soft, no matter how much he may have wanted to do so.

“Come on kiddo, you can do it! I believe in you!” the fatherly side encouraged.

Or maybe he could… maybe.

“But it’s so… ” the emo side trailed off, face somehow flushing even redder, “embarrassing,” he finished quietly.

“Oh c’mon Emo Nightmare, it’s fine to let loose every once in a while! There’s no shame in wanting tickles, in fact, it’s quite adorable!” the fanciful side dramatically exclaimed, aiming to make the anxious side feel a bit better, noticing the aura of shame surrounding him.

“Yes it is, in fact, beneficial to one’s mental health to laugh, and tickling, as I’m sure you know, is a way to produce laughter. Therefore, it would aid your, and most likely Thomas’, mental health to be tickled if you so desire. There is no shame in it Virgil.” Logan stated the oddly calming words in an almost motherly tone to the patchwork hoodie-clad side.

“Yes, it isn’t adorable how easily you’re flustered and how much you want to be wrecked by us. And even if it was adorable, which it definitely is not, we all know you love being tickled. So that makes us wrecking you until you cry is a form of self-care! And there are so many things wrong with practicing self-care, especially as the literal embodiment of anxiety.” the deceitful side said, trying his best to comfort his old friend in his own way.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Virgey just c’mon and say it. I wanna wreck your little belly button now so if you could hurry it up with the asking thing that’d be better than a butthole!” Remus said while looking ready to pounce on Virgil as soon as he asked for it, if not sooner.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay he could do this. All he had to do was say three words! Three words aren’t that many!-

Please. Tickle. Me.

He couldn’t do this.

Those three words were the bane of existence. Those 3 words were going to be the death of him. Those 3 words made his face look like a fucking tomato even just thinking them, let alone saying them. Those three words… that he was going to say.

He took a breath, and ever so calmly said “PLEASE TICKLE ME!”

“Awww I knew you could do it kiddo!”

“There we go, you adorable emo!”

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us what you wanted, and that you were polite about it.”

“See that wasn’t too hard now was it, my little spider”

“FINALLY!”

The emo side’s face somehow went even redder at his fellow side’s words of excitement at finally getting to wreck him.

Whether Virgil was going to die of embarrassment or lee first was anyone’s guess, but all he knew was he was going to die of something that day. His face was so red it could be mistaken for a tomato, and it spread to his neck and ears at this point. The emo side’s lee mood had grown so big that it was becoming more all-consuming than a lee mood already was normally. So maybe he might die of both at the same time if the other sides didn’t hurry the fuck up and wreck him.-

“So… pick a spot Emo Nightmare,” the good creativity said calmly after a few seconds of silent anticipation of what was to come (well the anticipation was mainly on Virgil’s end but shhh)

“WHAT?! NONONONO I JUST ASKED YOU FUCKING ASS!” the anxious side exclaimed in disbelief before slamming his head down on the ground in exasperation.

Did Roman just live to embarrass him? He made him ask and now he’s making him pick a spot. He’s basically making him tell where he wants to be wrecked the most and that’s completely illegal.

“Well now you’re being bratty again, should we make you ask again?” the logical side asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“…don’t make me say those fucking words again,” Virgil said, face somehow flushing even redder at the idea of being made to ask again, avoiding eye contact with the other sides. He was beyond mortified at this point, all the other sides had heard him ask to be wrecked, were going to make him pick a spot, and now they heard him admit to not wanting to say that fucking word again. He wanted to crawl inside a hole and stay there for the next 4,000 years.

“C’mon kiddo, just say any spot! You’re so ticklish that any spot will be great!” the paternal side said, accidentally teasing his son.

“Patton whyyyyyyyyy” Virgil whined while trying to hide his face in his shoulder as best he could, embarrassed at the moral side’s words.

“What?! It’s true kiddo!”

“No, it’s not”

Virgil wasn’t pouting. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not at all. He was big, bad anxiety who didn’t pout, no matter how much he may have thought it was unfair that they were being so mean to him.-

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” the emo side groaned in frustration and embarrassment, from the other sides still not wrecking him and the father figure words, before whispering, “…sides.”

As soon as the word left his mouth Remus pounced on him, literally. The impulsive side tackled his twin brother of the emo and replaced him by straddling his waist and squeezing Virgil’s sides.

The emo bit his lip to try and keep his laughter in, but it was no use; he was already too keyed up from anticipation for him to not laugh.

“Wahaihihit noho!”

“Oh, but we’re just getting started, Virgil,” the logical side said, smirking as he saw the emo’s eyes widen in panic when he saw the logical side calmly walking towards him.

“Just remember, you asked for this kiddo,” Patton said before walking towards his son with an innocent yet slightly sinister grin on his face. He was so excited to finally get to wreck his son to pieces! Virgil often came to him when he was in lee moods and it was so adorable! Now he got to share that adorableness with the rest of the sides!

Janus was already behind him and was spreading four out of his six arms to wreck the ex-dark side. He wiggled all of his available fingers where Virgil could see them. He relished in the way his face flushed an even darker red before he closed his eyes to avoid seeing the teasing, wiggling fingers.

The good half of creativity had since recovered from getting shoved off the lee and had climbed next to Virgil’s legs and had a hold of his ankle to keep him from kicking. As he did that, he stretched his leg out slightly in order to gain access to the backs of his knees.

“Wahihit Rohomahan nohoho!” the current lee cried out in panic at the knowledge that the fanciful side was going to tickle his knees.

“Why did I choose today to wear shorts?” Virgil thought to himself in regret before he remembered, “Oh yeah, I wanted to get wrecked. Well… fuck my life I guess”

Roman started scribbling his fingers on the backs of the emo’s side’s knees, listening to his,ironically, bright and cheerful laugh as he did so.

The tie wearing side finally walked all the way over to Virgil and kneeled next to him on the coach. He began scanning the darker side for a spot to tickle that wasn’t already being wrecked by the other sides. His eyes landed on his ribs, which were known to be a pretty bad spot on their own for the purple side, so tickling them combined with the other spots covered by the other sides were likely to make him go even further into hysterics.

“Virgil, how does it feel to know that you’re going to be tickled without mercy until you cry by 5 lers? Is it terrifying? Exciting? Exhilarating?” he said while summoning a notebook to write his answers down, eager to have more research.

The emo’s side flushed the reddest it’s ever been at Logan’s words and at seeing the notebook. He knew whatever he did was going to be observed and recorded for the logical side to look back on when he was collecting more data on the side’s reactions to certain aspects in tickling.

“Lohohogahan, nohoho!” he laughed harder, becoming more giddy by the second, feeling the logical side’s eyes drifting up and down his body. Virgil knew the tie wearing side was going to try and collect data from him, but he didn’t expect him to ask questions.

“Logan, yes!,” the dark blue side exclaimed, uncharacteristically excited and child-like at the opportunity to collect more data.

“You know Virgil, you still haven’t responded to my question, would you mind doing so now?”, the left brain side questioned. He finally kneeled down next to Virgil and began to squeeze his ribs while observing the emo’s reactions to him doing so.

“Yehehes Ihihi wohouhuhuld mihihind! Shuhut uhuhup!”

“Oh kiddo, well now that’s just flat out rude! You should know better than to be such a meanie!”, the paternal side scolded. “I think you need to be taught another lesson, it’s the only way you’re gonna learn after all!”

“Yes, it would be a good incentive to answer my question, seeing as how he doesn’t seem to want to be cooperative. It would also be beneficial to my research to see how he would react to your ‘punishment’.”

“Wahahaihit nohoHOHOHO!” Virgil tried to say before he was thrown into even deeper hysterics from the father figure had started scribbling his fingers on his stomach.

All of the other sides all mentally, and some verbally, awwed at the normally dark and pessimistic side’s bright and happy laughter.

With Janus scribbling Virgil’s armpits with 5 arms, Roman tracing his knees, Patton scratching at his tummy, Logan squeezing his ribs, and Remus digging into his sides, Virgil was, well… losing his fucking mind.

“GUHUHUYS! HAHAHAHA!”

“Uh, guys- I think we should give him a break. His face is as red as my sash and he’s kind of wheezing.-” the fanciful said, sounding very concerned at his friend’s current state.

“Oh kiddo, are you okay?”, Patton questioned as he pulled his hands back from their place on his stomach. He knew the darker side could take a lot but he didn’t know if he could take that many tickles, especially with so many lers.

All the other sides slowly began to move their hands away when the rest of them noticed that the fanciful was right. They each looked at him as they all backed away, concern visible in their eyes.

“Virgil, would you like a glass of water?”, the logical side asked, voice surprisingly soft and almost motherly.

The emo side nodded his head, still too lost in residue giggles to respond verbally. Virgil’s brain was practically melted from all the ghost sensations still tingling all over his body.

“We didn’t go too far did we, my little shadowling?” the deceitful side asked, being genuine for once. Him and the emo side may not have been that close anymore, but Janus still deeply cared for him and wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Yehehes, ohoho gohohod,” the purple side giggles out, still a bit loopy on endorphins from laughing so much.

If the emo side was being completely honest, his lee mood still wasn’t gone. He still wanted more tickles. He wanted to be wrecked more than he already had been, and more than he ever had been before.

As all the sides stepped back a bit to give him some room to breathe the emo side managed to say through his giggles, “Noho dohont gohoho,wahant mohohore tihicklehes!”

The other 5 sides felt their jaws drop at his words. He wanted… more tickles? Man he really was in a giant lee mood. After they all got over the shock of his words, the five sides grinned wider than the cheshire cat.

“More? You want more tickly tickly tickles, Virgey?”, the green side said, as he slowly walked towards the lee again with wiggling fingers.

“Yehehes!”, the emo side exclaimed, still clearly loopy from the endorphins.

The five lers all awwed at endorphin high Virgil and him being so open about wanting more tickles. Just when the rest of them thought that the emo side couldn’t be even cuter, he did this. Even Logan had to admit that the sight was adorable.

“Okay kiddo, how about this? We’ll give you alllllll the tickles you could ever want after you calm down a bit more. How does that sound?!”

“Gohohod!”, the emo side giggled out, as excited as they’ve ever seen him before. He started taking deeper breaths to try and calm down quicker so he could get his second round of tickles even sooner.

As soon as he came down from his endorphins rush the purple side’s face flushed red as he remembered what he said stuttering out embarrassed excuses. “I didn’t mean that!-” and “I was lying!-” were the most common excuses he made.

None of the other sides believed him.

As they shouldn’t have, as Virgil still had a wide, wobbly smile on his face from the anticipation of knowing he was going to be wrecked again.

“You see, Virgil, you still haven’t answered my previous question. Why don’t you answer it now?”the dark blue side asked teasingly. Logan smirked as he saw the way that the emo side’s face flushed an even darker red, traveling all the way to his neck and ears. He knew the emo couldn’t handle answering his questions for his research, and he used this fact quite frequently. Teasing always made it worse for the purple side, it was almost too much for him to handle. It was almost mean to tease the embodiment of anxiety, especially when he was this worked up and flustered in the first place.

“Uh, how about I don’t do that?-”, the anxious said quickly, not wanting to have to tell Logan how excited he was to have five lers to wreck and tease him until he was a red, flustered, hysterical mess.

“So Panic! at the Everywhere, you say you want more tickles, then you deny wanting said tickles. What’s wrong, a little flustered? Are we teasing you too much? Can big, bad anxiety not handle a few simple teases or questions from his own personal tickle monsters? Oh, what a pity, and were going to have so much fun with you too! We were going to scribble our fingers on your tummy, lightly scratch our fingers on your toes, squeeze your thighs, poke your sides, skitter our fingers on the backs of your knees! Now we won’t get to do any of that, and that’s such a pity for all of us!”, the fanciful side teased, glancing at Virgil every so often to see how red his face would go at his words.

Roman certainly wasn’t disappointed with the emo side’s reaction. He started kicking again, face flushing red and it spreading to his neck and ears, giggles spilled out of his mouth against his will from anticipation, shaking his head, and tugging on his arms while half heartedly begging to be let go.

“Nohoho, Prihihincehey stahap beheihing mehean!”, the patchwork clad hoodie side pleaded, giggling from anticipation and Roman’s mean teasing. It just wasn’t fair- I mean c’mon, Virgil was anxiety, you’re really going to make him wait? How mean could someone possibly be?

“Kiddo, do you want more tickles?”, the paternal side asked tenderly, not intending to tease his son, just merely wanting to make sure he actually wanted them before five lers were wrecking him again.

The emo side shyly nodded his head before turning to hide his very red face in his shoulder. He couldn’t handle the others seeing him so flustered, despite the others having seen him just as flustered before. The only difference was they were all together this time. They all were seeing him, face the most red it had probably ever been, at the same time. It was almost too much embarrassment for Virgil to handle.

“Awwww! Gerard Gay really is adorable, isn’t he?!“, the fanciful side exclaimed excitedly before looking at the other four lers, bouncing on his heels a little from the adorable sight. He was just so excited cause he got to wreck the normally stoic and edgy emo more because said emo asked him too!

“You dorks need to shut the fuck up and help me wreck Tickle-Me-Emo,” the green side said before walking over to Virgil.

As Remus walked over to him, Virgil shook his head wildly, eyes wide open, legs kicking, and tugging on his arms. The purple side knew that the intrusive side was one the most merciless lers in the mind and he didn’t stop unless you were crying from laughter or begging for mercy. And he was walking right towards him again while Virgil was pinned down and couldn’t fight back like he normally could.

“I for one am curious as to why the little spiderling wants more tickles. Would you mind telling us, my little shadowling?”, the deceitful side questioned affectionately. He always loved to make Virgil say his fantasies as he knew how much it flustered him.

“Yehes Ihi wohouhuld mihihind”

“Too bad, you’re telling us Robert Downey Jr.”

Virgil whined, knowing he wasn’t getting out of this as easily, and that the other sides wouldn’t be satisfied with his answer unless he gave specific details. All he wanted was to be wrecked again, was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was.

The emo side groaned, far too gone in his lee mood to not get more tickles. He took a deep breath, trying to gather up the courage and willpower to speak again. He was gonna die from embarrassment, he just knew it.

Virgil took a breath and replied, “Uhuhum, Ihi lihike beheihing toho weheak toho fihighihit bahack ahand beheihing fohorcehed toho lahauhugh.” His face flushed to the same shade as Roman’s sash as he said this, knowing that they were never going to let him live this down. He glanced up to see the logical side writing his words down. The emo side could feel all of their eyes on him, looking him up and down, their eyes drilling into his worst spots, just begging to be able to wreck him for a second time and make his lee fantasy come true.

Remus shockingly wasn’t the first side to move towards the blushy side, it was Logan. The logical side was normally the last one to move towards the lee he was wrecking, often too busy observing the lee to actually wreck them until they were begging for him to do anything.

Logan was excited to wreck Virgil again, and he was showing it in his own way by rushing over to him. The logical side kneeled down next to the emo side’s stomach and rolled his shirt up to his ribs. He was looking at the spot, appearing almost rabid with need. The tie-clad side’s ler mood had gotten even stronger at the lee’s words, and Logan needed to wreck him now. The more he waited the worse the more his ler mood grew.

Janus pinned the emo side’s arms above his head once again with two of his arms, the other four resting above his ribs and armpits. Patton kneeled next to his ‘son’s’ knees as he hovered his hands over the spot. Roman straddled the purple side’s thighs again, pinning his legs down with his weight as he looked down at the current lee’s stomach. Remus was moving towards Virgil’s feet, sitting on his calves so he couldn’t pull his feet back, nor kick his legs at all, he pulled his toes back with one hand and rested the other on his foot.

The anticipation was going to kill the anxious side. As each of the sides walked to get in their positions Virgil’s face steadily got redder and his smile became more difficult to fight off. He was so close to getting what wanted again, yet the other sides were stopping as soon as they got into their positions.

“Guhuys pleheahase! Juhust doho ihit ahalreheady!”, the emo side begged, giggling from anticipation.

“I mean… he did say please,” the fatherly side stated. As much as Patton loved teasing his son, he wanted to actually wreck him now. He wanted to give his son what he wanted, so he was going to.

“Padre’s right. He’s been so polite recently and he answered Calculator Watch’s question, we should reward him for being such a good lee.”

The other 3 sides nodded in agreement as they exchanged glances with each other, shit eating grins on all their faces. As they looked at each other they nodded, communicating without speaking.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“ONE!”

As soon as they yelled out the last number they all pounced on the emo side. Janus scratching at his ribs and armpits, switching between lighter and rougher tickles. Roman fluttering his fingers on his stomach, keeping all his touches feather light. Remus scritching at his toes, never giving the emo side a break from the tickly sensations and keeping him on his toes, literally. Patton alternated between squeezing each of his knees, not letting his son get used to the sensations. Logan alternated between squeezing his sides and helping the fanciful wreck the anxious side’s stomach.

Virgil arched his back as he screamed in laughter. He had never experienced such intense ticklish sensations, especially not all at once. He couldn’t even process all the sensations coursing through his body and he swore he was going to explode from them.

“N-NAHAHA! GUHUHAHAHA!”, the emo side screeched desperately, not even able to form words anymore. All he could do is throw his head back in laughter and take it. His body wouldn’t let him squirm, far too overwhelmed by all the sensations being forced upon it.

He loved it.

The emo side hadn’t felt that care free in a long time. It was… nice to be able to let go and laugh and not have to worry about anything else then the tickly sensations attacking your body and having laughter forced out. It was something that the normally grumpy and edgy side truly needed.

“IHI- IHI CAHAHA! HAHAHA!”

The five lers looked at each other, slightly concerned. They knew the patchwork hoodie-clad side had asked for this, but wasn’t he reaching his limit? This was a lot for anyone, especially for the embodiment of anxiety who wasn’t used to physical touch.

“Kiddo, are you okay? Do you need a break?”

“IHIM F-FIHAHAHA!”, his words once again got lost in the midst of his hysterical laughter. Even though he couldn’t finish his sentence he was telling the truth, he was fine. Actually he was better than fine. He was amazing. This was exactly what he wanted, to be tickled to his limits, to not be able to fight back. Some people might say it was extreme but his lee mood was too bad to really care about that. Not that he could actually think, his mind was too busy trying to process what he was feeling to think many coherent thoughts.

At his words the other sides continued to wreck him for a few more minutes until the emo side cried out “S-SAHAND- SAHANDEHER-.”

They all pulled back immediately as they heard the safeword. All five lers looked at the emo side to see if he needed anything at that moment before he could speak coherently again. The fanciful side got off of his hips and the deceitful side let go of his arms and slowly worked the lee’s arms down from their position.

As soon as Virgil was free to move again he curled into a ball to protect his spots, still feeling ghost sensations all over his body. He was still giggling from ghost sensations on his stomach, knees, feet, armpits, and ribs.

“Ohoho gohod, thahat wahas amahazihinig! Thahank yohouhu guhuys!”

The other sides awwed at him again. He was just too cute for the others to handle sometimes. The normally stoic and edgy side was giggling and thanking them for tickles, it was just adorable and the paternal side wished he could take a picture of the sight of a flustered, giggling Virgil.

“Would you like anything? Water? Snacks?”, the logical side questioned, immediately slipping back into his almost motherly role with Virgil.

The wrecked side shook his head and just giggled as he said “Cuhuhddlehes?!”

There he was again, being adorable. The other sides awwwed again as they walked back over to the emo side to give him what they wanted cause…

How could they say no to that?

#my shitty writing #lee!virgil #ler!patton #ler!logan #ler!janus #ler!remus #ler!roman #sanders sides fic #sanders sides tickling

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 5)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4.1

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Cirilla and Geralt has gotten into a big fight. Thus, leading to you learning more about witchers and having a soft spot for his child of surprise.

Warnings: Angsty? Kinda? Cirilla's having an emotional breakdown. Geralt being one stern dad and kinda mean? Jaskier being talkative in the wrong times. You being confused at everything. Boner references? HAHAHAHAH.

Words: 5,600+

A/N: You're going to kind of hate Geralt on the next chapter. I can tell. Hehehe? Or maybe noooot? Next chapter will be interesting for me! I think? Heehee! There’s going to be plot hints as well on the next chapter! THANK YOUUUUUU!

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Seeing the satisfaction of people smiling and humming to the food you cook was a great feeling for a person who loved cooking. Gratification would be an understatement for the feeling you were having as you've watched Ciri and Jaskier munch down on the viands you've poured your heart with.

As per usual, Geralt was only humming in satisfaction after all of his and Jaskier's attempt on making edible food. Sometimes it isn't, sometimes it is. But, most of the time; it was inedible to be eaten.

Ciri was moaning out her extreme satisfaction. Vigorously devouring the Fried Chicken like she had beeb famished for at least a year. Crumbs of the breading scattered all over her mouth and face as she scratched her forehead with the back of her soiled hand.

"How's the chicken, Ciri?"

Dishes clanging and food were being munched in the background. You swallowed your food first before asking the princess.

"Better than ever," she incoherently mumbled. Mouth filled with food as she slightly coughed from not chewing it well as she swallowed.

The bard seemed to have accepted the fact that Kolby was sitting on the far end of the kitchen, eyes twinkling for food to be thrown to him. Though, he was still being ignored by Jaskier as if he weren't in the room; probably just stingy and disturbed for his presence, "This soup is delightful!"

Jaskier waved the bone of his chicken in the air like a flag. Turning his head to look at Geralt who was silently eating his food with an apathetic expression of his that was normal for the man. "Geralt," the bard called out for the latter. "Hmm," the witcher tiredly hummed in response, "We need some ale! Please tell me you've bought one when we've last visited the marketplace,"

You've bit the tendons of your chicken. Kolby has caught your attention as he was staring out of hunger. Again. You've reached out for the grapes that sat in front of you and grabbed onto half the stem before snapping it. Throwing the fruit towards the Hirikka as it caught it with his adorable paws.

"Moop!" Kolby answered as a thank you. A very weird, high pitch sound that disturbed you at first when you heard his voice but slowly and surely getting the hang of hearing it when he was happy, sad, guilty or anything he feels.

"I've finished it all," Geralt mumbled after a second of swallowing his food.

"Oh, you drunkard!"

You've snapped your head at the bard, lower lip jutting out as you were deep in your thoughts. Your head turning as you studied your unfinished chicken.

"I can make one," you blurted out loud to Jaskier's interest, "I've studied culinary enough to make my own wine and beer or ale in this old time,"

His lips formed in an 'O' shape, entirely elated at the skills you've opted. A grin as wide as the Cheshire cat when he'd shook his head out of stupefaction.

"I am certainly wrong in calling you a rat," he gave you a boyish smile before looking at the ceilings; acting like he was talking to God, "You are one of the gods sent from above, Y/N!"

The witcher stopped chewing halfway to give you his attention before he carry on with his devouring and eyed the bard who was mischievously grinning at the bear of a man.

"Geralt here has his ears clapping because you know how to make ale," he gestured to Geralt with a newly taken chicken in the middle of the wooden table, "---now, we can seldomly visit the inns for our brotherly whereabouts or the brothels for your midnight pleasure with your whores---" the devious bard was cut off when Geralt breathed in deep and scolded him with a monotonous pitch. "Jaskier,"

Jaskier winked back at him, now moitioning for what was hidden below his pants; a hasty ridicule sent, "Don't want me stating the stiff of a bird howling out of its nest or your twig-n-berries because Y/N here has mentioned that she knows how to make ale!"

Jaskier was unaware of his hands that was flat on the table. With his fingers widely flattened and having spaces in between. He was utterly frightened when Geralt has brutally stabbed in between the spaces of it with a bread knife he never used; leaving Jaskier stammering like he'd been castrated.

"Ge--Geralt!"

You've gave them a double-take, blinking from Geralt's hostlity and his patience snapping out of a sudden. He was glaring at the bard but Jaskier was already swallowing his saliva and disgustingly coughing out bits of chicken and soup; leaving bits to spill on the sides of his mouth as he shockingly stared at the knife close to his fingers.

"Are they always slitting each other's throats?" you thought out loud, continuing your indulgement. The question sent to the Ashen princess.

"I'm afraid so," Cirilla shrugged as a matter of fact; ignoring Geralt's patience suddenly snapping; like it was their normal.

Cirilla has studied your clothes as you sat and ate silently. The both of you ignoring Jaskier's complaints about how Geralt was close to stabbing his fingers that give people; out of this world epics. It was the fingers that holds a lute which can change the witcher's name and the world. The bard continued raving out as Geralt resumed eating silently with Jaskier bombarding his peace.

"Y/N?" The pretty child called out of curiosity, "---You need clothes!" she continued with a point to your clothing. Her nose scrunching in distaste, "---Proper clothes and not ginormous clothes from Geralt,"

From the mention of his name, the man himself glanced at your direction and scooped the last drop of his soup; eyeing you both in wonder.

"We need to visit Babeth again! I want to buy Y/N a dress," Cirilla gave her best pleading eyes. The meaning of her words have another meaning as well. She probably also wanted to play with some teens she could meet out in the marketplace or if she could play with her best friend named 'Ethelia' whenever they had their weekly visit.

You responded rather hurriedly, shaking your head as you've finished your last piece of chicken; chewing the skin as you left it for your last bite to thoroughly satiate the taste, "Oh, you don't have to because I don't like dresses---"

The princess pouted before you, currently dismayed by your response, "But, you can't leave the house with just Geralt's under-Tunic! People will be looking at you strangely! Very out of the ordinary compared to the women wearing thick, warm dresses," she explained with that puppy eyes she'd been an expert in.

Cirilla was drinking her soup from the rim of the bowl in haste before dropping it with a thud. She leaned her elbows on the table, her eyes twinkling with hope as she gave Geralt the look that gets him to always say yes; all the darn time.

He didn't hate it with Cirilla. The Witcher hated it whenever it was you because he didn't think he would ever get to not say no to another person like a child with puppy eyes. What was even worse was that you weren't even a child and you were having your way that he'd even agreed on having a Hirikka in his home just like a pet.

Perhaps, he was actually short of a marble.

"Can we go to the marketplace and visit Babeth please, Geralt? You've earned enough coins to build this small house! I wanna buy Y/N clothes to wear and make her feel comfortable," she exclaimed eagerly like a child wanting for a field trip.

Geralt gave her a languid blink before studying you who sat beside Cirilla. You've given him a smile when your eyes connected; feeling all tingly on the inside. That overwhelming warmth that makes your face feel mellow with tingly insides.

The Witcher only hummed with an impassive appearance. Last time, they've gotten the chance to visit the marketplace; Jaskier was drunk and had to bed a seller in exchange for a tunic he wanted or maybe he'd just wanted her after letting a man who he had his eyes on and is as youthful as him; run away with a knight who had been drinking back in the tavern. He was probably frustrated and glum after what has happened.

Albreda was beautiful and as sexy as a fox. So, it was also a win-win situation for the bard despite of how he lost to a knight from the castle of Kaedwan. In comparison, what can his lute even do to a sword?

The young princess notice Geralt's neutral response. Never knowing if it was a yes or a big no. She puffed out a breath; slipping her fingers under her thighs as she sat on her chair when she'd hollered for the bard's attention, making him snap out of his prattles, "Jaskier, please tell Geralt that Y/N needs a set of normal clothes for her to wear!"

You smiled; completely unnerving as you wanted to repeal from the offer at hand. Jaskier gave out a hum and a quick nod was simultaneously sent when he did as he dropped the empty bone on his plate with a loud cling. "Alright, alright. I'll give a quarter of coins for Y/N,"

"See! Jaskier approves!"

The quiet witcher bluntly spoke with a rasp after he drank his water; glowering as he drank from his cup, "He doesn't even have the coins to buy his own tunic,"

Jaskier looked at him; faking the offence. Geralt gave him a shrug of his shoulders and a cocky slant of his head from the reaction.

The bard ignored the reiteration; which was a first time for everything and leaned forward on his chair, folding his arms as it rested on the table. Remembering an offer brought to him by one of the villagers back in Durriken's Tavern, "---I've heard the villagers asking for a witcher's help again,"

Jaskier clicked his tongue as he pondered, the crease of his forehead growing deeper in thought, "---Preferrably the butcher of Blaviken," pause. "The first hunt that they wanted was a Bloedzuiger, this was offered by Babeth herself because her husband has seen one in the swamps," he gestured with his index finger pointing on the ceiling like an 'you know' gesture.

Thus, the bard gestured with an 'a-okay' sign with his fingers like he was pertaining to coins as he explained further, "---Second is an Echinops with a lot more coins involved, considering the stories; it is said that its difficult to slay because it can only be seen in places where crimes have been committed or the graves of the dead. But, this was offered near Vizima. Thoroughly far. We have yet to travel,"

You had no idea what they were saying. Your narrowed eyes says so as you stared at them both. A what? you thought inside your head. A bulldozer? Itchynuts? What is it that Geralt does in his everyday life? Does he really slaughter beasts as a job like it was normal in their world?

You were completely an embodiment of curiosity and bafflement. There was a lot of knowledge that has entered your brain since that night but it seems like it wasn't enough. You needed more idea as to what was running in their world. Sad to say, the monsters were even running freely for Geralt who seemed to be needed for a kill.

Cirilla had a frown twisting her face. She'd exhaled; loud enough for the three of you to look at her as she called out for the man who sat across from her. "Geralt," and the witcher only gave a hum as a response. He knew what she was going to say and Jaskier's timing was the worst thing in the world that could happen.

"You're going? Again? I thought you were going to leave the beasts alone when you've realized that people are more evil instead?"

The latter couldn't help but give Jaskier the nastiest scowl he could offer. If anything, he wanted to throw Jaskier in a lake full of bathing Hirikkas to scare the shit out of him.

Geralt sat back on his chair as it creaked, his golden eyes complimenting his chalky white hair that fell on his shoulders in a dazzling way ever. He shook his head to her disdain, "I can't let people be killed by these beasts," his jaw clenched as a frown was etching to grow on his face, "They need my help,"

The blue eyed child was sending daggers to the witcher and you watched them both share scowls at each other from the sudden plan that uncoiled from the moment Jaskier opened his damn mouth.

"I thought you didn't want anyone needing you?" Cirilla simmered as a matter of fact as she crossed her arms.

Geralt could hear the parsimonous tone she'd kept up, making him seeth and his teeth grit as he sent another one of his tight scowls, "Then, why are you here?"

Cirilla loudly huffed to herself, snapping her gaze away from the latter. He sighed a big one, shaking his head again from the argument that is happening. "You're just worried, Princess." he nonchalantly uttered as he blinked and looked away, sounding so tired from everything.

"Of course, I am!" Cirilla suddenly fumed, voice turning a pitch higher than she intended to.

Jaskier raised his hand up after a minute of pure silence. Except for the loud sighs that both parties have been emitting. The bard cleared his throat for emphasis and both snapped their heads to look at him.

"Besides, he'd never stopped, Princess Cirilla," The man who has started the fight, declared like it would help the situation. But, no. It definitely just worsened and it made Geralt send him laser through his eyes.

A continuous set of rapid blinking happened to you at the words spoken by Jaskier himself. An inquisitive look needing quick answers given to the child sat beside you. "Y-You're a princess? Like a real princess? It's not just an endearment or something?"

"Cirilla is the princess of Cintra," the bard commented, answering your question in haste. You swallowed a lump in your throat, fingers scratching your temple when you wondered how it was possible. It is, in their kingdom and according to their time line, their era would be filled with royal empires or a hierarchy of the royal kingdom, "You mean, a kingdom? A huge kingdom? Like the daughter of a president?"

Nobody answered you at that. With Cirilla still glaring at Geralt and Jaskier looking at you weirdly by what you were blabbering about; trying so deeply to understand you.

Thus, it was as if all clouds started form; a sight of the princess breaking as it could be seen through the windows of her soul. You've took a glimpse of her and that tiny quiver of her lips and cheeks signified a little girl who was terrified of a future that was meant for her, "Why must you lie to me, Geralt?" she whispered, voice breaking as she swallowed and fought back the tears.

Your heart fell for the girl who seemed to be in an emotional battle with herself. It was like you see yourself in her. The fear that consumes her as if she had been all alone, scared and with nobody to ask for help.

She was a broken child. Emotionally.

At the sight of her tear-threatening face. Geralt gritted his teeth, whisper cusses to himself as he saw how he'd upsetted her again and so, his voice tried to soften; be a little more considerate from where she was coming from, "I had to, Princess. You wouldn't have let me go day by day if you knew where I was going," he paused, crossing his sturdy arms as he reasoned, "---besides, where was I getting food every day for us when I don't get to slaughter beasts?"

Cirilla's expression died down a little bit, her heart thumping out of her chest as she tried to dig in to her memories. There was riches under her bed back in Cintra, she remembered. "Grandmother has left gold under my bed, located in a big, brown, treasure box---"

Geralt immediately cut her off, gruffly but calmly spilling the beans for the tenth time for his whole life, "Nilfgaard has already looted the whole castle," his voice sounded stern as he uttered with no remorse; constantly reminding the princess of the truth and letting her understand, "---When I told you there was no going back, I wasn't lying."

You've tried to hold her hand that was tightly fisted across the table, yet you were too slow as she instantaneously stood on her chair with a tight-fitting frown on her face, "We leave tomorrow morning," Geralt declared as he watched her storm out the kitchen slash dining. The door being shut closed; loud enough for the trees to shake as the witcher seemed unfazed by her tantrums and sadness, "I'll give the princess what she wants, in repayment for my mistakes,"

After the accidental argument that Jaskier has made, it was already night time when both parties didn't seem to want nor have the plan to talk to each other like what they always do.

Geralt was out and nowhere to be found, with his horse as you've checked. A sudden want to ask him what happened and what it was about for you to be less of an idiot around the house and Jaskier finally regretting his mouth that ran with no thinking. The princess stayed in her chambers for seven hours already. There was no clock, but you've guessed by the evening twilight. Still, no response from the princess after an hour of convincing her it was time to eat dinner with a dessert of steamed chocolate cake you've managed to make through scrapes that you've specially created for her.

Both you and Jaskier were in front of her door, knocking repeatedly as the bard tried to woo her out of her bed. "Princess Cirilla?" he professed with a tone close enough to be considered as singing.

Seconds later, you've heard a faint yell from beneath the covers, "Leave me alone, Bard!"

The both of you sighed from her stubborness. They were both pretty obstinate; Geralt and Cirilla. You massaged your temples, eyeing the bard who had his ears flat against the door, trying to listen what was happening behind it. "Why is she mad?" it was a soft whisper that could only get Jaskier to hear. The bard shrugged, blinking back at you.

"Because," his sentence was vague, igniting a tight-lipped lour from you; totally unsatisfied by the information that was said.

He'd look at you with a faultless glint of his eyes, wondering what you were waiting for as he said his explainations as to why Cirilla was mad at the witcher. The bard sighed when you've continued to look at him lackadaisically and so he decided it was best to give a proper answer, "Geralt's been the...only one protecting her," he dubiously and quietly whispered, not giving away all the information yet.

Your frown grew tighter, cocking your head as you pondered, "---From what?"

"The people who want her as dead as a door nail," Jaskier stepped away from the door, his voice turning lower if that was even possible for Cirilla not to hear.

Shock was evident in your features. The details sounding like a bellicose. It was difficult to comprehend that somebody wanted to kill a kid who doesn't cause any harm. Or that was what you thought from what you've observed since the day you were with them. She seemed normal and harmless.

"I don't understand?" you trailed off and shake your head in a perplexed manner, "---Isn't she his child? It's obvious that he would protect her with all his life. Besides, where's the...mom?"

The mother. You were sure Cirilla was Geralt's child based on how protective he was with her. He acts like a father towards the princess. Was his wife the queen? you thought and tried to think of how the family tree works.

The bard narrowed his eyes at you; crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder on Cirilla's door with that smirk appearing on his face, "She isn't his child. She's his child of surprise,"

Your face warped into pure confusion, feeling the back of your head twitch because of how muddlesome it sounded, "Nani?! (What?!)"

From how weirder their facts get, the more you didn't even know that your words become incoherent. Jaskier eyed you like you've evolved into a Hirikka and gave you a shrug, asking you 'what?' with that weirdest expression he could create.

Your lips twitched into a small smile before it fell; realizing what he meant, "So, an illegitimate child? Where's the mom?"

The idea of continuously asking where her mother is; gave another meaning for the bard and even to yourself as well. You wanted to cringe so hard as your mouth couldn't stop itself from the utterance of your interest and the cat would be killed if Jaskier would've told you that there was actually a mom and they were a happy family.

You didn't know why your heart was feeling that way. Very intrigued by the witcher's life and not just from his marriage status but by how he or they lived in an era like this.

An era full of singularities compared to your dimension. The question is, how will you live if you couldn't get home as soon as possible? With dragons, beasts, vampires, mages or sorceress freely walking around their dimension would be your end.

Jaskier groaned to himself, his eyes rolling from your naivety and being blind over the fact that the child already has no progenitrix. "THERE'S NO MOTHER!" he whisper-yelled with another groan as he held his forehead because of how he was trying his hardest not to spit any more details that could get you in danger, "---I'm starting to think that you just want to know if Geralt has a missus or not!"

You opened your mouth and eventually dropped it like a gold fish. The grin on Jaskier's face tells he was happy to have seen you taken a bit of karma from the commotion you've brought since the tamed Hirikka came. As you've seen the perversity in his eyes, you were sure you wanted to defend yourself from being misunderstood. That is, if you really didn't meant that.

"I'm--I'm not!" a simple stumble over your own words was enough for Jaskier's grin to grow bigger. The bard loudly chuckled to his felicity at your little crush for the witcher. His guesses were correct then. Well, it always does. Damsels, maidens, princesses and even sorceresses had an eye for his beast-slaughtering friend. Even he so, could prove that Geralt was a handsome, dashing witcher despite of his quiet and grumpy attitude at times.

It definitely adds that 'oohmph' effect for Geralt Of Rivia.

"To answer your undying curiosity, He doesn't have a consort or a lover, understand?!" Jaskier tried to heartened. You crossed your arms like a snob and a fierce glare. The latter's laugh died down as he held onto his stomach, "Besides, It's...kind of knackering to explain,"

The latter gave you a shrug, mouth jutting in a pout with a raised brow, "If you wanna be mother hen to the child, then go ahead. She already had her tantrums last month and it didn't end well for me," he cocked his head to the side and stared out of nowhere then suddenly shaking his head to erase the thoughts when he added, "---I had a bruise on the forehead because she threw a block of wood at Geralt and it bounced on me,"

Jaskier moved away from the door, patting his clothes in attempt to dust away the dirt that didn't seem to be seen. He was actually brushing off the negativity that was happening, "Just...don't make her scream or annoy her any less,"

His warning made you question in interest, "What? Why?"

"You'll die," Jaskier was quick to answer like it was nothing. He grabbed onto his lute that rested upon a wall and inserted the hoop around his shoulders. You watched him strum, "You're joking,"

"A bard makes epics! Not jokes!" he gave you a once over with that smile of his, before ambling away from you and towards the door out of the house. Kolby was crouched on the side as he eyed the bard with curiosity. "Well, seldom, I do...or maybe all the time?" was the only words he mutter before leaving the house and probably plan on giving you both the time alone; believing that you could simmer Cirilla's anger rather than him.

You've exhaled an exasperated breath, staring at the Hirikka who was guiltlessly eyeing you with no animosity.

With one swift turn of your heel, you were face to face towards the door to her room, "Cirilla?" you softly knocked; knowing that she'd heard Jaskier leave. So, it was better because she seemed to not like him knocking on her door, "---Kolby wants to play, would you like to play with us?"

A loud, squeaky sound echoed around the house made by the Hirikka himself as he heard his name from your lips. Thus, you've heard the lock to her door being pulled, alarming you that it was already unlocked and so, you've gently pushed the door open; a quarter of your foot already in her room, "Can I..come in?" you hesitatingly asked. No answer was given so maybe that was a yes.

You stood in the middle of her room. It was plain and definitely dull. All dirt-brown with white sheets like it wasn't a teenager who was resting in her chambers. The room needed a woman's touch and creativity. If you'll last longer in their dimension, then there was no problem because you could help her make her room more cozy and sweet.

She was covered in sheets, obviously not wanting visitors as she was curled away from the door. A typical reaction of a child who was upset about things.

You slowly sat on her bed, making Cirilla turn till she was facing the bulbless ceiling with the sheets covering her face. Only a candle on her bed side table was the only thing giving you light as the day was already night, "What's the matter?"

A harsh breath was heard under the covers; puffing out frustratingly, "Geralt lied to me," she glumly whispered like a secret was being told. You shifted on the bed and laid your back on the bed post, "About?"

Cirilla took a peek under her covers and there you saw those pretty blue eyes gazing back at you with sadness, "---Slaying beasts. Again. I thought he stopped,"

You've crossed your legs like a pretzel; giving her a soft smile and faze of your eyes that could comfort her, "But, isn't that what he always do?" pause.

People have been saying that like it was his job. It was like he was born for that kind of thing; killing beasts and what if's. Thus, you respect it especially that you didn't live in their world and you don't have the right to judge people for what they do to survive with life.

"He is a witcher," you added softly, trying to sound reasonable and for her anger to pass.

Arguments lead to disappointments. Hence, it always only leaves people upset and for their hearts to turn gloomy. You were never a fan of it, as fights just makes you want to cry. As per usual. Growing up sensitive was a pain in the ass because sometimes; with just one loud retort or yell could get you sobbing like a child because you were hurt.

No wonder Cirilla was wailing beneath the covers. There were hints of redness amongst the sea of her eyes and you wouldn't notice it when you didn't have stared.

The princess of Cintra hurriedly sat on her bed, making you slightly bounce at the action. You watch her forehead crease a lot more than it ever does, her eyes now fixated on the candle on her bed side table, watching how the flames sway their bodies like they were dancing under the moonlight, "Witchers encounter all types of beasts. Poisonous, lethal or the uttermost dangerous creatures you can ever meet,"

"You're worried he'd die in a battle," you stated the obvious and nodded in understanding.

Cirilla snapped out from staring at the candle for far too long, giving you a once over as she weakly spoke, "You've never seen him in a real fight," she stated as a matter of fact. You clicked your tongue as you thoroughly tried to remember, "He'd kill an Alghoul?"

At long last, the princess gave a smile as she acknowledged your non-existent ideas about what a real witcher is, "That's just a novice type of beast, Y/N." pause. "---Geralt has encountered more than that. Dragons, werewolves, sirens, archgriffins and more. You name it, he can slaughter them all," Cirilla stated with that certain confidence she had for the only person protecting her through it all.

After a second of cogitating; she'd voiced out, "---Even people, Y/N. If he protects you, he protects you with all his life. He eliminates every beast that cause detriment to villages, if he is given a favor. That's what witchers are painfully trained for; to terminate beasts that inhabits our world,"

Only a shut of your mouth was given to the princess. Your smile falling as you continued to listen like a behaved school girl, and so she raved on to your further knowledge, "---He doesn't care what happens to him. Geralt is not any normal human you may know. He may appear like it, but no. He is disliked by a lot of people. Though, Some are not due to Jaskier's notable epics about him. Thanks to the annoying bard," she snorted after giving gratitude to Jaskier and his poems.

Her smile grew as she tried to lighten up the mood of the topic; even noticing how you were frowning beside her bed. She proceeded to give utter details about the man you've never have thought would experience that kind of future for him, "---He lives longer than any other human, has supernatural abilities and is trained to kill these beasts. He's a mutated human,"

Your mind was shook, heart feeling blue because of the backstory of what he is. There was actually an explanation as to why he was quiet most of the time; only uttering words when he wants to then his mood changes like a woman who has a period for two years straight. He rarely smiles, but when he does; it was as if the world was having multiple rainbows all at once whenever it happens.

He had a nightmare of a childhood probably.

You swallowed the tight knot forming your throat, still grasping at the new information like it wasn't real; that everything wasn't. Especially the way how your heart was left in somber when you should think about how you would go home and not about his past.

Your mind was in a mess. Only you could shut your mouth after hearing those news. You wanted to ask if those supernatural abilities consist of what Superman has and try to lighten up the mood; but you couldn't utter out a word and felt depressing because you've suddenly pop out of nowhere and added to Geralt's problems.

Cirilla secretly inspected your reactions and you were frowning. A new sight for her to see as she was used to seeing you smile all the time: that happy-go-lucky aura you had drawn her into liking you as a member of the house just like Jaskier; or a family which Jaskier earned the spot.

She noted your silence as a go signal for her to rant more, "---He's the only person who takes care of me. After all of my family who has died from the war,"

The war? a question popped inside your head and you've lately realized that it was said out loud for the princess to hear.

She dubiously nodded to your question, biting the insides of her cheeks as she opened herself like a book to you, "Cintra...it has been our kingdom," her voice faltered, growing softer and weaker; the topic appearing to be sensitive for the princess, yet she still continued with her big girl panties, "---Nilfgaard is a kingdom you don't want to encounter; especially the elves. They're still hunting us down,"

They were still being hunted. You wanted to say out loud but decided to keep your mouth shut for the sake of her because she sounded like she wanted to cry again.

Thus, her voice began to grow smaller. Cautious that she might be heard by anyone. She pulled her legs to her chest and slipped her arms under her thighs. Chin falling on her sheet-covered knees. A visible pout obvious to be seen and she appeared vulnerable, "---I'm scared because if Geralt dies, then there's no hope for me. Then, I'll be left...all alone, again." Cirilla's voice cracked, swallowing the cries and never letting it out as it has already been poured for the last seven hours.

Hence, her next words coming off as a whisper instead; like a child telling secrets to her teddy bear, "---with no one, Y/N. Because I have no other family except for Geralt and Jaskier. I don't want to be alone,"

The way she's said it broke your heart. She was just an abandoned child who was slapped with a harsh future for her. You couldn't help but feel more saddened especially when she'd pulled herself more to shape herself into a tighter ball.

You studied her form, a sincere smile traveling up your face as you don't try to let your emotions get to you better than she does. With open arms; you've offered, "Come here," Cirilla gave you a once over; hesitant of your actions, "You think you can give me a hug?"

Thus, the princess of Cintra knew that was all she needed. A genuine hug from a woman's touch that could get her temporarily forgetting the fears and trauma that has been ruining her mentality and continuously.

"A beautiful destiny is always masked with an unbearable truth and thus waiting for a price to pay,"

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otomelavenderhaze · 4 years ago

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am I the only one who doesnt like when people put marina as a vulnerable,weak,naive girl? come on,nooooo,she still the one to blame. miss paltry was a dumbass and prejudiced but nothing else.marina was a cruel disgusting manipulative asshole that allowed miss paltry to believe that and went to priya to sue him. miss Paltry just gave her an idea, marina was the executer

SIS, WE’RE IN THE SAME CLUB, FINALLY SOMEONE THAT UNDERSTANDS ME!!!! Clearly, you didn’t saw my posts about it, because we totally went on the same train of thoughts!

Miss Paltry gave Marina THE IDEA with her genuine concern, THEN Marina went ahead and gave a very believable testimony to Priya, convincing her that without any shadow of doubt Rayan harassed her, TO THEN sue Rayan and take it to the last consequences with this and by that I mean, she wants to see him in jail, probably teach him a lesson for rejecting her.

I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m being paranoid, because everybody else went ahead and be like “Marina was compelled to do it, because she’s weak-minded, because she had to keep lying” BRO, LOOK TO THIS FUCKING FACE

AND SHE WENT LIKE IN THAT SECOND PICTURE “Believe me. I would also like things to happen differently.” YOU SHADY MOTHERDUCKER!!!!!!!! HOW DARE YOUUUUUU.

This is the face of someone that wants Rayan’s BLOOD, that wants to put him in jail because he denied her the dick!!! She don’t care if he’s receiving threats, if there’s an angry mob outside of Antero demanding his head, if he can go to jail because of this and lose any chance of getting a proper job as a teacher ever again!!!

I have been calling her manipulative SINCE LONG BEFORE RAYAN’S ARC, since that time when she came to me, LIED TO MY FACE, then behind my back wanted to have private conversations with my husband outside of college, when she finishes her major, THAT DIALOGUE WAS EYE-OPENING TO ME.

As if going it wasn’t bad enough having her commenting about his body so unapologetic wasn’t enough, as chasing after him even knowing that CANDY IS HIS GIRLFRIEND wasn’t enough!!! Just for that, she was on my blacklist, now she’s not even on my blacklist, SHE’S GOING TO PAY FOR IT.

If Candy doesn’t slap the hell out of her face when she confesses her bullshit, I will feel so robbed!! I will make her wig FLY!!!

I’m just waiting her confession, for the mask fall and she confesses word by word all her intentions and how mad she got because GUESS WHAT Rayan LOVES Candy and even if outside of his route, he simply wouldn’t just fall for her!! Because she’s NOT Candy!!!

I will have to take classes on anger management after Rayan’s arc, I swear, Marina drains all my patience and awakes all my murdering instincts.

I never saw Rayan so hurt, so lost and so consumed!!

She really went for the two things he loves the most with just one single blow, with the lawsuit she’s damaging his reputation so he would never ever teach anywhere ever again, she’s trying to put him in jail to ruin his future with Candy.

She crossed all the limits, she went far and beyond with crossing every single limit.

There’s no forgiveness for what she have done. I don’t care about the circumstances or her reasons, I don’t! She’s the one that deserves to go to jail for this!!

edit: this whole post is wrong and mostly theories and me ranting about the situation. Not actually what happened according to the game.

#ask #personal #episode 11 mclll #spoilers #spoiler

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phati-sari · 5 years ago

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Hi PS, THAT UPDATE IS ...HEARTWRENCHING to say the least.You have SHOWN(not written) Arnav's dilemma SOOoO well it's so 💔💔.It feels like I am watching the Arnav just before his kidnap.Oh God,Nani is arranging the meet-the-girl once again??? And he is not showing any RESISTANCE???A bomb is waiting to Thank you for writing that girl Esha as 'not dumb'.It feels like if K is not in his life, Arnav could almost say yes to this girl.🙄 And that Aman..I bet if Aman was a girl Arnav and Aman (contd)

Pt2 would have been GREATCOUPLE more than A&K. But the words Maybe you don't belong in HER world.It shattered my heart along with A's phone.If only K is not in his mind all the time,he cld make clear decision.And the SONG,one of my favorites (found it only thru u).I really don't listen to anything while reading UR FFs bcoz it hampers the video playing in my mind.I tried to mute this but it played itself adding to the angst of the story.😭😭 PERFECT COMBO. U R THE QUEEN in writing angst.Contd

Pt3.. THANK YOU PS for sharing this WONDERFUL story.And THANK YOU for WRITING BEAUTIFULLY Arnav's POV.I just wanna hug him to say You really DESERVE her.You will right ur wrongs.You will find a way.😭😭I also have to say this to you too.YOU WILL FIND A WAY to connect the parts.I am no one to suggest you anything.But when a story which took three years to transform from an AWESOME idea to INCREDIBLE words why will it not wait for few days or even months for the in-between chapters??Contd

Pt4.The story will come around.Just don't get anxious about it.Push it to the deep back of your mind.And it will present the solution when the time comes.Pls pls don't think I'm advicing you or anything.Just can't bear it when u r so anxious.BTW did K really realize that it was Arnav??? OMG this is so exciting.LOVING each and every WORD of the story.Sorry for my long rambling.Ur outoftheworld storytelling make me lose my mind.😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏👏👏👏👌👌👌😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗 THANK YOU SO MUCH.

Hey @shiyaravi!!

Thank you so much for sending such a detailed message, I super appreciate it!

What a wonderful compliment! The always say show don’t tell, and aaaahh I feel so special right now thank youuuuuu!

Ahh!! I have an answer to this. Arnav isn’t showing resistance because Shyam talked him into doing what Nani wants. I showed some of it in the third chapter but Arnav’s agreement happened ‘offscreen’. We were shown in the serial how easily Shyam was able to manipulate both Nani and Arnav into the arrangement that had Lavanya living in Shantivan. With Nani he argued it was better they stayed in her house where she could see them, and with Arnav he argued that Nani would be more receptive once she knew Lavanya and that Saale-Saheb had to live by the rules his elders had set.

So I figured that with Arnav so confused and Lavanya out of the picture, couldn’t it have happened the other way -- Shyam convinced Nani to let Chhote have more of a say in his life and convinced Arnav to at least try it?

Aww that’s such a nice thing to say about Esha!! Nani often reminds Arnav that she’s on his side, that she only wants what’s best for him. I refuse to believe she’d pick women who were totally wrong for him. Esha is smart, she knows what’s up within twenty seconds and has no emotional investment, so she just moves on. Much like Lavanya, this is someone he can be friends with but not a husband to.

(And wow, for you to see that in the ten seconds she’s present, that’s amazing!! We continue to be on the same wavelength --)

Yes!! When Aman said “Maybe you don’t belong in hers.” Arnav definitely heard “You don’t deserve her.” Which is, of course, is his fear.

You know, there are probably ArnavxAman fics out there. And they’d be great because they do seem in sync and I can see it working very well for both of them. Aman the office-manager falling for ASR and keeping it quiet for years aaahh the angst!!

Queen of writing angst. Wow thank you that’s such a compliment!!

May I please use that in the description?? I certainly enjoy writing angst, especially from Arnav’s point of view haha.

Ahh yes, it was The Breeze of Awareness at the poolside, she felt it all the way in Lucknow and was saying his name when he cut her off.

Thank you for the amazing words of support. You’re right. It’s been a long journey, I should just relax and let it work itself out. I’m grateful to have brilliant, supportive friends like you :D Thanks again for reading, and for sending me all your wonderful thoughts, I feel so special!!

❤️❤️

#shiyaravi #answered #ff: tere bin #nice things

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roosterbox · 5 years ago

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If you’ve followed me for my Choices posts (or already followed me and have started playing Choices), I have another random post for you, if you’re curious about things like this, lol.

Here are all the Choices books I have yet to play, or finish playing, for whatever reason:

America’s Most Eligible, Book 3 - The first two books were okay. This one’s probably more of the same, but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

Baby Bump - Ugh. This one rubs me the wrong way. I can’t explain quite why. Also, there’s a ginormous diamond choice in one of the first two chapters (like 45 or 50 diamonds??? What???) and also WHAT EVEN was that ending in chapter 2???

Platinum - The plot annoys me. Also I played through a similar story on a different Choices-style app, and it was incredibly grating. Some of y’all speak very highly of this one though, and I recently started trying to finish it. Hope it improves.

Ride-or-Die: A Bad Boy Romance - There are several different ways this plot could develop. None of them are appealing to me. Also I’ve read slight spoilers for the ending and I’m not exactly keen to play through a generally unappealing book to get there.

The Royal Masquerade - This one’s only here on a technicality. I’m over halfway through it, and I dig the plot and the LIs, but I just haven’t had enough motivation to finish it yet. Soon.

That’s it. Everything else I’ve played through at least once. ...kind of. I had Choices on my old tablet, but it broke. So I’ve had to replay several things, even though I have technically finished them. The Crown and the Flame and Most Wanted are the main victims of this - on my old tablet, they were completed, but I haven’t replayed them on this one yet. Didn’t include them on the list though, because I HAVE finished them.

And, bonus round, my thoughts on the New Releases so far:

Blades of Light and Shadow - AMAZING. I am utterly hooked on this one. The plot is great, the LIs are perfection, and the artwork is breathtaking. Cannot recommend it enough.

Distant Shores - Oddly interesting. I wanted to play through chapter 3 earlier, but before I knew it, it was telling me that “Chapter 6 [is] coming soon! Check back soon for the latest update!” Well then. (Favorite LI so far: I’m flirting with both, as per usual, but if I had to pick one, it’d be Charlie)

Open Heart: Second Year - not playing it yet; gonna wait until it’s fully released. Been reading through spoilers though, and am thoroughly unamused by certain developments (*crying* Rafael how could youuuuuu??!?)

The Royal Heir, Book 2 - Waiting for the full release. Unlike OH2, I did actually play through the first chapter of this. But only because Book 1 ended on a cliffhanger; you can’t end with the MC going into labor and NOT expect me to need the next chapter RIGHT FUCKING NOW PLEASE. Also I wanted to meet the beautiful perfect child I made with Maxwell. Valentina Beaumont, I will protect you with my life.

Witness: A Bodyguard Romance - Letting this one fill out a bit before I get back into it; I’m 3 chapters in, and I’m liking it a fair bit, but I’ve seen a lot of other players complaining. Most of the complaints are pretty justified, in my opinion, but I still like the book.

One of these days, I’m gonna do a whole post about all the Books I HAVE finished. And give each one a short review. Like a “25-Words-or-Less” review, to be as unobtrusive as possible, lol.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #random #i will eventually finish EVERY BOOK #even the ones i don’t like #trust me #i could never leave something unfinished like that #i’ll do it #but i’m gonna complain the whole time #lol #what else am i gonna do?#quarantine blues #got me like

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years ago

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As expected, Dealing with intrusive thoughts is now one of my favorites

Here I come with almost all of my reactions on the episode, even though I tagged the spoiler warnings I put everything under the cut just in case. Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster while I'll probably go and rewatch it again.

Okay kinda expected one or two of the warnings but all of them together what is gonna happen???? (Though they make sense after reading the title)

HELLO FRESH BACK AGAIN

"I'm awesome and I can do this" there goes my boy. *said boy falls flat on the floor* ...come on

I felt that yawn bc I stayed up all night waiting for the video but it dropped at 8 am, I'm an idiot who should've gotten more sleep

"help me" why is he such a mood "everything is going wrong in my life" same but YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THAT LET ME HUG YOU

They're all sinking up so fast god I missed my bois. Also the general awkwardness of Virge and Pat, greeeeat something will go wrong

Virgil just ignoring everything and touching the railing, a mood

ALSO PLEASE LET ROMAN IN THE SITUATION

SECRET SECRETS ARE NO FUN TELL ME NOW OR ELSE WE'RE DONE

wait why does Ro want to be deeply troubled- man are you okay-

LOGAN'S HERE

"your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise" "FALSEHOOD" "I stand corrected" omfg

"what are you ta- what are you talking- what are you talking about?" I loved that whole take it made me feel complete

"Look I barely got any sleep" this can apply to a lot of us and I love just how we're all always like "TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" but in the end this is where we all end up anyway

Okay I'm very curious about these troubling thoughts though

"so sushi" FUCCC I DIED RIGHT THERE

"Don't act like that was an accident" "everybody, Virgil. Let's give it up for the Purp Man" these speak for themselves. Also the purp man is my new fav nickname and I'm gonna use it.

4:17 Patton is adorable bye

"if you continue to push this we're going to end up in really dangerous territory" AND THAT'S WHERE THE TENSION STARTED TO BUILD UP

great flick

"am I delirious or is this the funniest video I've ever made" I felt that

YOU HIGH-JOCKED

okay but when Thomas starts disassociating I also feel really weird like as if there was something blocking my own hearing for real?? And not just the audio edited like that?? Maybe I'm just too tired

WHAT WHO WHHH first intrusive thought making its way what is gonna happen

OH MY GOD ROMAN WATCH OUT ALSO THAT'S DEFINITELY A NEW DARK SIDE OR SMTH LIKE THAT

W HO THE FUCKLKDSL IS THAT A MOUSTACHE IS THAT GLITTER WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING WHAT IS HE DOING THERE PLEASE- okay but he looks crazy af I like that

"-evIL" "-SHOW UP"

First time I watched the scene where Ro gets knocked out I literally just screamed "ROMAN" in a high pitched sound I was shook wtf my bOY

Patton and Thomas's yells in unison plus "YOU KILLED HIM" I just I JUST

"Ah, he's the Duke" "....... boo" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay but his voice is so on point with his character portrayal he's so weird it's awesome?

SONG SONG SONG and oh goodness the visuals I can't fathom how much editing work must have gone through this, they're all so talented.

"aunt patty naked" A G AI N??

"IM GONNA WHIP YOUR BUTT"

a snaKE IT'S DECEIT oh my these silouhettes are so great this is my favorite scene

this is gonna be stuck in my head all day

THE COOL MIRROR EDIT.

god i hate him so much already but i'm super intrigued he's so chaotic the whole team made a wonderful job i'll never stop saying this

"i'm really stupid right now" just how much out of context relatable content are we going to get on this fine day?

omg the dark version of creativity, which can be associated with intrusive thoughts, that's very clever

THE JUICY STUFF DANCE

"Repression can be very bad indeed" I mean he's right tbh it leads to never solving the problem at all

GO LOGAN GO HAVE YOUR TIME TO SHINE FINALLY i missed him

"i can't hear youuuuuu" much like "I don't understand what you're saying I don't know anything about words" THE DARK SIDES ARE ALL SASSY LITTLE BITCHES

pattonnnn did a real good job

THE BRAVE HANDSOME UNBEATABLE ROMAN and mashed potatoes

"scary" and Virgil just gives Thomas a look idk I live on the little details (Im ten minutes into the vid and look how long this post already is)

GEE Remus (already using his name bc it's shorter) looking so offended at the label and then pointing out it should be a Virgil problem whAT DOES THIS MEAN IM SHAKING

WHY WOULD HE BE DECEIT AGAIN IM DYING. "Idk if you guys can tell but I'm a little silly"

"then why are you lying" no everybody I don't need angst

THE BLACK AND THE WHITE THEORY I SAW GOING AROUND good job to whoever thought of that

JOAN

the forbidden dance

INTO A BUTTHOLE WHAT IS IT WITH HIM AND BUTTHOLES

there u go thomas said it too

haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate FHDSLAKLFD

irresponsible parenting, Logan completing the parental unit of the sides

"maybe there's hope for you after all!" me looking at all my wips

REMUS' LAUGH IS PERFECT. also "BITCH WHAT IS *YOUR* DEAL"

"you've never been one to soften the truth" OH BOI HERE WE GO

"do we have some case of brain swap???" I legitly said "maybe" in unison with Patton the first time

Vee pls stop putting Thommy boy down he's having a bad time

Logan trying to put some sense into the situation is my only spark of hope for this to turn back good

REMUS IS SO DRAMATIC

That lick was ....... let's pretend it never happened

"you know who can help us with that???" DECEIT'S SONG COMING UP that was great, imagine the chaos that the duo would create

"THATS WHAT REPRESSION IS?"

gasp Remus trying to make Virgil angry at Logan shall not stand DON'T PUT THEM AGAINST ONE ANOTHER HE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP

"you all are not listening to Thomas" this is the development I needed

"you're just para-" and he cuts himself. You all know what I'm talking about. Foreshadowing probably? This happened too back then when Roman was almost calling him the same. And then Virge looks so hurt I- "thank you for being on guard" that made me want to cry idk

the whole speech Logan gave? Pure gold. That was perfect.

HE SAID FIGURATIVELY *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

"UH RECORD SCRATCH?"

"does this make me cool?" djslagrkglhf also the teeth thing right after what the

... the deodorant eating ...

DUKEY

The first time I watched I thought his name was spelled Remis that's how dumb my Italian ass is

Still I love his name bc I'm a nerd for ancient culture, ESPECIALLY Roman (and ancient Greek but it isn't mentioned here) and I love the little thing they did with both Creativity names, super clever and very much liked on my part.

"I would never hide anything from you" and he looks at Virgil JUST ALL THIS FORESHADOWING

LOGAN SHOWING HIS TEETH BACK UP

"how about you shut up" Roman what the hecc man

THAT THING INTO LOGANS HEAD UNSETTLED ME A BIT

what are they doing to him today let him rest

double blow

"can we logic our way out of that?" everybody nodding was so pure

"shit"

THAT FUCKING JUMPSCARE I'M SORRY WHAT THE FU

"not all thoughts are meaningful"

He's go- no he's back again

THE CALLBACK MENTION AND PATTONS REACTION... probable foreshadowing to what Joan said about there being a part two of SvS?

"When are you actually gonna jump out of a moving car I've been bringing it up for years" so it's not just me..?

"it is okay if the thought happens to cross your mind"

"everything is okay" I'm going to cry I needed that

I love how Logan touches the topic that there is no problem in seeking help from therapists. There's a lot to say on this, but I was really glad that was pointed out since the are a lot of stereotypes on the matter

why did Virgil look like he was about to cry

Patton I love you

Thomas going to rest is what everyone wanted to see

Virgil confronting Remus I'm living you're doing amazing sweetie

"you tickle me emo"

"it was just like old times" then Pat and Lo's looks in this essay I will

ROMAAAAN

VIRGILS SMILE

"YOU'RE ALIVE"

"I LOVE YOU" ME TOO!! ME TOO ME TOO

"are you good?" "are you hurt at all?" I love when the sides look out for each other

"I'm sorry Logan" right through the heart. Another development.

I need y'all to look at Virgil in this exact second because. he.

that's my point.

All those smiles while Logan's talking are making me alive

"No seriously, you're ... really ... cool" I started tearing up right here. Twice. And then Logan sinks down cause he's not at all used to this and he's feeling t h i n g s please keep on being appreciated you deserve it

Also Patton always learning from his mistakes and understanding them when he does something wrong or he thinks in the wrong direction, that's something I think a lot of people need to learn, including myself. Like, it's okay to be wrong and make mistakes, just do your best to make sure you're improving yourself afterwards, instead of dwelling on it too much

"I don't like him" makes two of us

"Soooo you have a brother?" oh boy

The m i r r o r it's making me cry

"He's gone now and he's never coming back!" "I don't think that's-" "BYEE" what was all that talk about repression for if you contiNUE TO DO THIS ROMAN please I beg of you let us hELP YOU he's making me die inside

Oh boi the big moment. I already expected a bomb to drop since Virgil was the last one remaining.

"You okay buddy?" "Huh?" op somehow was already found crying

"I'm a little disappointed in myself" istg all that foreshadowing mixed with me wanting to hug him

The music picking up tension, this is poetic cinema let me tell you

I noticed how he calls them "the others", all these tiny details is what I'm living for

"I should know better" I couldn't beLIEVE IT, also how he seemed to be so frustrated made something inside me break

the pause and then "Because I was one of them", the music stops for a second, a little second in which you can hear my distant screaming "GOSH HE SAID IT IT WAS TRUE"

Thomas is speechless and just stares at him while the music picks up again and then Virgil's sigh and expression sinking down like "there you have it. that's the truth. and you can't do anything about it" he looks so defeated I'm breaking down.

Did I already mention poetic cinema? I just love angst and this scene was perfect

First time watching I, too, barely understood anything I was listening to in the last parte because all of that was really a lot to take in.

"Those thoughts that you may have thought do not define you"

"[the thought] may simply be that we are really okay"

"Go to bed!" me

no im not in the mood for food because for some unfathomable reason I had anxiety before the video dropped yay me

WHY ARE U DRINKING RED WINE WITH THAT DISH

GAVIN BEST BOY EVER

and last but not least: are you fucking serious Remus

THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT FANDFKJL

I didn't expect this topic at all and I am so glad it was talked about, thankfully my intrusive thoughts do not bother me as much as I realized other people's do. And I never saw anyone talking about this before, which is why it makes this video so important. I saw a tweet recently about someone saying that it is okay if you think about weird things, the important is that you never act on them, that's what makes you a good person. But I think this video really explains it far better and I never realized how common something like this was? So yeah another time in which I've been educated and couldn't be happier about it. These people really are bringing light to the world gah I LOVE THEM.

oKAY guess I'm done this was a wild ride and yeah I tend to point out EVERYTHING, so here you have it, as I already mentioned if you feel the need to geek out too, I'm here for ANYBODY! (pls I have no friends)

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You (Ch. 22 & 23)

Characters: Misun (OC), Jung Daehyun, B.A.P, other side characters Genre/ Warnings: Romance, fluff, slow burn Word Count: 1361

“Alright, everyone gather around!!” The club president called everyone over. It was about five in the afternoon on Friday, the first day of the play. The play would start in two hours. However, now that everyone had finally arrived, the president wanted to make a little speech. “Okay, so I don’t have to tell you guys how important tonight is. I need you guys to perform the best that you can. If you have any problems with your costumes or makeup, see either Misun-ssi or Fae-ssi.” He waved a hand toward the two who were standing with the lighting and stage crew, apart from the actors. They waved at everyone before the president continued. “I’m not trying to pressure you guys, but please, this is probably the last play I’ll be in charge of since I am graduating next year. So I need this to go well. Anyway, I’ll call for everyone’s attention again soon. Dismissed.”

The group in front of the president broke up as the members moved to different areas of the club room. Daehyun walked over to Misun, a nervous smile on his face. He was being unusually quiet, making the girl look at him questioningly.

“Daehyunnie oppa, it’ll be okay. You’ll do great, you know your lines forward and backward. You can totally do this.” She smiled up at him and Daehyun could immediately feel himself relax.

As he opened his mouth to reply, someone else called for Misun’s attention. “I want you to start getting these outfits on people, Misun-ssi, Fae-ssi!” The club president called out from the other side of the room.

Misun looked at her friend and they both took a deep breath. Time to get to work. “I’ll see you later, oppa.” She leaned in and kissed his lips quickly before grabbing a makeup box and some clothes and walking over to a group of actors.

For about an hour, Daehyun watched her scurry around the room. But when Jaebum approached her to get his costume, Daehyun decided he had had enough. He walked up behind Misun after she handed off the clothes to that boy without a word of acknowledgement. “Misun, I-”

“Misun, can you come help me with this, please?” Fae asked, holding some fabric on a confused looking freshman. Without hearing him, Misun went to go help. Youngjae laughed out loud at his friend’s distress, oddly enjoying the annoyed look on his face. Daehyun turned and glared at the younger boy before trying again.

This time he touched Misun on the shoulder. She turned and looked up at him as she was also tying a bow on a dress. “Misun, I want to-”

“Dae, I’m sorry, I have to finish this. Can you please put on your first outfit for me so that I can get your make up started soon?” She nodded to the pile of clothes on the desk with his name on it and Daehyun just stood there in shock. He couldn’t even register that she had called him such a cute nickname.

With a groan, he grabbed his first outfit and left, going to the closest bathroom to change. When he came back, she was doing Jaebum’s make up and the air between them was definitely awkward. However, Misun was doing her best to remain professional. The second she was done with Jaebum, Daehyun came over, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her out into the hall.

“Oppa! What are you doing?! We don’t have time for this kind of-” Daehyun cut Misun’s tirade off with a kiss. She hesitated for a moment before kissing him back. When he finally pulled away, they were both panting in an effort to catch their breath.

Daehyun smiled at her, proud of himself for finally capturing her undivided attention. “Finally got you alone.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Daehyun oppa, we need to focus right now.”

“But I miss youuuuuu” He whined, putting on his most adorable face in an attempt to change her mind.

Misun smiled at her boyfriend being adorable and reached up to squish his cheeks. “We have less than an hour until the play starts. We can be together as much as you want after that. I might even let you sleep over if you perform really well.” Daehyun’s face lit up at this. He hadn’t spent the night with Misun since last Thursday and he just didn’t sleep as well without her in his arms.

He leaned in and pecked her on the lips again. “Deal.”

“Misun-ah, excuse me, but I need to discuss something with you.” Fae was standing close to them with Youngjae and Sooyeon behind her.

Misun turned around and tilted her head. “Go ahead, what’s up?” As she looked over Sooyeon and she became concerned. She seemed even more pale than she had last week. It also looked like she had lost more weight, like she could pass out at any moment, and like she wasn’t sleeping very well. But the most noticeable thing to Misun was the dress.

Fae sighed. “Sooyeon-ssi’s dress doesn’t fit right anymore.”

“I can see that.” The younger girl walked over and held her ex-friend by the shoulders. “What the hell is going on with you?”

Youngjae grabbed one of Misun’s hands. “Hey, chill, maybe she has a good reason.”

To Misun’s horror, tears began to spill out of Sooyeon’s eyes. “I.. I just… I’m just not okay lately. I don’t.. Don’t know why..” Her shoulders shook and she buried her face in her hands as the other four people looked on, unsure of what to do.

Youngjae felt so bad for her that without thinking, he reached out and awkwardly put one arm around the crying girl’s shoulders. She turned into him and grabbed him around the waist, sobbing into his shoulder. Youngjae looked up at the others in shock. Daehyun watched in amusement as his friend floundered for what to say. The younger boy eventually just put his arms around her and hugged her back.

Misun took a deep breath and made up her mind about something. “Sooyeon.” At first the girl didn’t seem to hear her, so she said it a little louder. “Sooyeon, listen to me!” Sooyeon jumped but looked at the younger girl for her to continue. “I forgive you. It’s really hard for me to say. And part of me wonders if I’m just saying it so that you’ll stop crying. But honestly, I’m over what happened between us. How about sometime before the next play tomorrow you and I get together and talk it all out?”

Everyone just stared at Misun in amazement and she began to feel really self conscious about what she had just said. Daehyun stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was beyond proud of her for being so strong.

“R-really..?” Sooyeon couldn’t believe her ears. She never in a million years thought that Misun would forgive her.

Misun nodded. “But for now, I need you to pull yourself together so we can get your makeup done and get on with this play. Can you do that?”

Sooyeon pulled away from Youngjae and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m fine. Let’s do it.” She turned and walked back into the clubroom. Fae followed her but not before giving Misun an ‘are you sure’ look.

“Come on, guys, we’ve been distracted long enough.” Misun grabbed both Youngjae’s and Daehyun’s hands and pulled them along behind her so that they could all finally finish getting ready.

*****

“MISUN!! FAE!!” Suddenly there was screaming as people started coming into the room right next to the auditorium. Fae and Misun had set up their dressing room there with all of the supplies they would need throughout the play. Everything had been going smoothly and the two were just waiting for everyone to come back during the intermission. Until now.

The club president was the first to stop next to the two startled girls. As he caught his breath, the two looked back at the door just in time to see Daehyun walk in with Sooyeon in his arms.

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CH. 23 Word Count: 1076

“Daehyun! What happened?!” Misun quickly stood up as the boy brought Sooyeon over.

Daehyun sighed as he laid the unconscious girl on the floor. “Directly after the curtains fell after the last scene, she fainted.”

“Ugh, what are we going to do? She’s kind of an important character!” The club president was pacing around the room.

“You ought to take her to the hospital.” Everyone looked up to see Sera and Yongguk in the doorway. “It’s probably just exhaustion, but the girl needs to be checked out by a doctor, regardless.”

“Unnie! Where have you been?” Misun hadn’t heard from her friend since the last time they spoke face to face over a week ago. She had been beyond worried, but that didn’t matter right now. “Never mind, tell me later. Can you help us out? You know first aid stuff, right?”

Sera observed her friend as she walked closer to the unconscious girl on the floor. “I do, but that’s not going to help much. Have someone call up an ambulance. Oppa and I will make sure she gets to a hospital.”

“No, I will.” Youngjae said as he led the emergency medical technicians into the room, his phone still in his hand.

“Wait, you already called them??” The club president was beside himself. The stress was obviously getting to him.

“I called them the second I knew something was wrong.” Youngjae said, pushing people aside so that he could help the EMTs get her onto the stretcher. “I’ll go with her. Noona, hyung, if you could meet us at the hospital, that would be helpful.” The older two nodded at him and just like that, Sooyeon was taken out of the room, quickly followed by Yongguk and Sera.

Everyone just kind of stared at the empty doorway for a moment, collecting themselves after this intense rollercoaster of events. Finally the club president spoke again. “Okay, but seriously. What are we going to do? Does anyone know where her understudy is? She never showed up this evening..”

“One of the understudies was one of Sooyeon’s old friends. So they probably didn’t show up just to be mean to her.” Misun said, thinking hard about their other available options. She looked up at Daehyun and recognized the look in his eye. “Ohhhh, no. No no no no. Definitely not.”

“Please, Misun!” He grabbed her hands, holding them tightly. “This is an emergency!”

“Oppa, I can’t!”

“Can’t what?” The president was watching the two of them, confused by the conversation that they were having.

“She knows the lines for the second half of the play-” Misun freed her hands and put them directly over Daehyun’s mouth in an attempt to shut him up. But it was too late.

“Misun-ssi, is that true?” She looked down at the ground, feeling her cheeks burn as she nodded her head. “Then what are we waiting for? You have to do this! Please, there’s no one else!!”

Suddenly everyone was begging Misun to do something she really did not want to do. As Daehyun realized this, he wanted to kick himself in the face. He knew she didn’t like attention on her. He should have waited until they were alone to ask her. Seeing the almost-scared look on her face now was enough to make him feel guilty for years. He sighed and pulled her into a hug, hiding her from everyone else.

“Everyone shut up for like two seconds!” He yelled in his loudest voice. “If she doesn’t want to do it, she doesn’t have to. I’m sure the audience would understand if we explain the situation.” Misun looked up at Daehyun and he eventually looked down at her. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you.. I just-”

Misun cut him off with a brief kiss and hugged him tightly. “Oppa, will you be on stage with me? At least to start me out?” She asked in a quiet voice for only him to hear.

“Of course. I’ll even stand in the wings and be right there if you need me.” He whispered back in her ear, hugging her tighter. He felt Misun nod against his shoulder and he felt a small ray of hope.

After a few long seconds, she had made her decision. She pulled away from Daehyun and gave him a little half smile. “Okay, I’ll try.”

The whole room erupted in excited cheers before Misun was taken off by Fae to get changed into the only other outfit that they had left for Belle. Misun applied her makeup while Fae set her hair and both were thanking their lucky stars that Misun and Sooyeon had been the same size when the dress was made.

“Are you sure about this?” Daehyun asked as the two of them stood side by side, waiting for the second half of the play to begin. He could barely take his eyes off of his girlfriend. Belle’s yellow ballgown suited her very well and he wanted to take her away right then. He didn't want any other guys to see her looking this good.

“No..” She replied in a shaky voice. “But it’s a little too late to back out now, huh?”

He reached out and squeezed her hand, holding it tightly. Daehyun leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “I believe in you. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?” She nodded and let go of his hand as he entered into the spotlight first.

Misun followed and what came after was a whirlwind of nerves and bright lights. She focused on Daehyun for strength when she needed to, but after she got the hang of it, Misun actually began to have some fun. There was a certain sense of accomplishment that she felt during the final dance scene as she kissed Daehyun for the entire audience to see. She barely registered their applause until Daehyun pulled away once the curtains were down. She blinked rapidly and looked around.

“We’re almost done. Time to bow.” He whispered. Daehyun took her hand as everyone else gathered on stage and the curtains rose again. Taking turns, everyone got to come to the front for their applause. It was the first time that Misun had really looked out into the huge auditorium and noticed how many people were actually there. Finally, they all held hands and gave a big bow together as the curtains fell for the final time that night.

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#baplibrary #jung daehyun #kpop fanfic #oc x daehyun #slow burn #fluff #'You' story tag

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